#also i love hiking boots but i fucking hate drawing them. but i had to give etho proper shoes

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I initially wasn't going to upload these but then you guys really enjoyed my meme redraw and then season three got announced so, as a treat, everyone's favourite divorced pair of husbands

#last life smp #bdoubleo100 #ethoslab #divorce duo #trafficposting #piirustukset #again i cant promise art uploads will be even close to consistent. dont follow me for that #also i love hiking boots but i fucking hate drawing them. but i had to give etho proper shoes #yes i do think bdubs is running around getting snow in his shoes. yes i do think he complains about it #also i gave him a knife despite them not being weapons in minecraft bc hes the kind of guy who would just have a knife on him i think #and also i wanted an excuse to draw them being all up close and personal. knives felt fitting

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Sorry For The Wait {Charlie Gillespie x OC}

Summary: Alex is a lowkey youtuber, known for funny vlogs of her just existing. She’s avoided the relationship question for the longest time, but has decided it’s time to come clean to her followers. 

Warning: Fluff, swearing, mention of alcohol, and sexual innuendo cause I’m incapable of writing anything without it.

Alex was wandering round the kitchen, in his old shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts that really didn’t cover much. She hummed an undistinguishable melody under her breath as she went about making her morning coffee, dancing to the song in her head. Charlie grinned from his position in the doorframe, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed as he watched his girlfriend be her usual dorky self. She spun round suddenly, feeling eyes on her. “Oh, morning Char, when did you get back?” Charlie laughed under his breath and uncrossed his arms, stepping towards her and pulling her into his chest. “It’s not exactly morning, is it.” He nodded towards the clock on the oven that read 13.47, sighing when she shrugged and pressed a kiss to his cheek before stepping away to pick up her coffee cup. “It’s my morning.” Charlie rolled his eyes but nodded, helping himself to a banana from the fruit bowl, and leaning against the counter. Alex jumped onto the counter opposite, and swung her legs, sipping happily. Sitting there looking absolutely content, in his clothes and drinking her coffee, Charlie felt his heart swell. “I wanna go public.” He blurted it out, rather unexpectedly, for both parties. His eyes widened as he realised what he’d said, and looked down to his boots, still caked with mud from that morning’s not so sunny hike. “Didn’t we agree you’d stop wearing boots in the house? You hate vaccuming.” She jumped off the counter and made her way towards him, wrapping her arms around him and setting her coffee down on the countertop, resting her chin on his chest. He looked down at her with a soft smile, her blue eyes bearing into his hazel ones. “If you’re up for it, I’m down.” She smiled up at him, her voice soft and slightly excited. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and let his hand wrap around her waist, fingers drawing light patterns on her spine. “Yes please. I want everyone to know you’re mine.” Alex grinned and kissed along his jaw, until pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “Okay. When?” She broke away from him and unwrapped some toaster waffles, pushing down the button on the toaster before making her way back into his arms. “Today. Fuck it, let’s do it now.” She raised her eyebrows at him, and fiddled with his chain nervously. “Have you checked with Kenny? Didn’t he say-” Charlie sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Uh, Kenny gave me the all clear like 2 months ago. I just wasn’t sure if you were okay with it.” Alex rolled her eyes, and patted his head jokingly, stretching like a cat and moaning happily when her back cracked loudly. “Of course I am. Dude do you know how many videos I’ve got planned for when people know about us?” Charlie laughed and stood up properly, kicking his shoes off and frowning slightly at the mud that scattered the floor as he did. “Great, let’s get them all filmed. Go get changed though, I’m not taking you on live in them.” He indicated her shorts, reaching a hand round to grab her ass. “Hey, they’re not that bad.” Charlie raised his eyebrows at her, and pointed to the doorway. “Fine. But I’m not wearing a bra and you can’t make me.” He rolled his eyes and smirked, pulling his phone out and walking through to the living room, stopping outside their bedroom door and watching as she pulled her shorts down. He bit his lip and caught her eye, shooting her a wink, before settling onto the sofa, setting his phone up on the tripod. 

“Hellooo, people. Okay, so I’ll just let some people file in. Sheesh, how many of you are there? That’s like 4000 already and it’s been like 10 seconds. Okay just a few more... Great. Hi everyone, uh, this is just a quick one to answer a question a lot of people have been asking me since the show came out. Before I do, I just want to say you guys know how much I love you, and how grateful I am for all the support, but I really need you guys to respect me with this. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and I’ve only held off because I was waiting for someone to agree.” 

From behind the camera, Alex emerged from their bedroom, her hair freed from it’s bun and falling around her shoulders as she fidgeted. She was nervous, having only been in front of an online audience of a couple thousand before, and she’d never been exposed to Charlie’s followers. They read the comments on his posts together sometimes, and she often stalked fan pages when she was bored and he was out hiking. The girls were crazy about him. Understandably of course, the man was gorgeous, and talented, and funny, and a million other things that had indeed made her fall in love with him in the first place. Kenny had asked that cast members (besides Jeremy, who already had a very public fiancée) to keep any relationships on the downlow, in order to keep the guys sex appeal up to fans. Alex had agreed, knowing it would help the show sell, and had deleted the few posts of Charlie on her instagram profile. None of them really made it look like they were in a relationship, and they were mostly group shots anyway, taken on day trips to Newfoundland, or on the beach with other friends. So her own followers, besides her close friends and family, had no idea she was even in a relationship. Still, it wasn’t fair to tease his fans, so she’d removed the posts all the same. Thinking of her instagram, she pulled her own phone out and took a picture of herself in the living room mirror with her tongue out, captioning it ‘head over to @charles_gillespie for an exciting announcement!’ before leaving her phone on the sidetable and grabbing her coffee from the kitchen.

“Okay, so we’ve waited like 3 years or something to do this. Guys, this is Alex. My girlfriend.” Alex walked into the frame and took a seat next to Charlie, avoiding eye contact with the camera. She wasn’t camera shy- she was a youtuber, it was second nature to her. But a bunch of batshit crazy fangirls? Terrifying. Charlie slipped an arm around her shoulders and made a show of bringing their heads together, plastering a silly grin on his face. His smile was infectious, and Alex mirrored it, sipping her coffee carefully before setting it down next to wear Charlie’s foot sat on the coffee table. “Knock that over and I’m kicking you out.” He laughed and kissed her hair, leaning forward to read the comments. 

“OMG, it’s @alexmvlogsz!”

“I knew it, there are old photos of the two of them everywhere.”

“It won’t be serious, they’ve probs only just got together.”

“She’s defo with him for the fame.”

“He’s too hot for her.”

“I’m so here for this!” 

Alex noticed Charlie’s frown and leant forward, reading them over his shoulder. “Ha, you guys are funny. Yes, hi it’s me, Alex. Yes, there are a lot of photos of us going around. Yuh okay you’re wrong, been together for like 4 years now I think? Also, we started dating while I had more followers than Charlie. So, uh go follow me because I’m cooler than him. Oh you are so right, he’s way too hot for me. And we are also here for this!” Charlie looked at her with an adoring smile, kissing her head again and pulling her into his side. “She’s hotter than me, actually. Anyways, this is Alex, love of my life. Just thought I’d share that with you guys.” Alex waved and laughed as a storm of comments came through, a combination of support and hate. “Okay, I’m gonna end it there. Bye y’all.” Charlie clicked the end button and collapsed back onto the sofa, frowning slightly. “People are so mean. Why can’t they just accept that I love you?” Alex shrugged and kissed him, moving to straddle his lap. “They will in time. But half of them are in love with you, they don’t want to accept it. It’s fine though, I’m used to it, don’t worry.” Charlie grumbled under his breath, leaning forward to rest his head against her chest. “Hey, while their all still on their phones, do me a favour and put a question box on your story for a Q&A video?” Charlie nodded and grabbed his phone from behind her, keeping one hand on her back so she didn’t fall. Alex yelped as he stood up, automatically wrapping her legs round his waist, and her arms round his neck. “What the fuck Charlie?” He laughed and wandered over to the same mirror Alex had taken her selfie in a few minutes earlier, holding up his phone and taking a photo of them. “For the story. I can post photos of you now, thank god.” Alex held on, resting her head on his shoulder as he typed behind her back, before tossing his phone onto the sofa and grinning at her. She raised her head and looked at him with her eyebrows raised. “Are you going to put me down now?” Charlie shook his head and walked towards the bathroom, arms wrapped around her. “I need a shower, and you’re joining me. “ Alex laughed but let him carry her, kissing along his jawline with a happy smile. 

*****

Hair soaking wet and faces flushed, they collapsed into bed side by side, Alex resting her head on Charlie’s chest. “I have an idea.” Charlie looked down at her, and ran his fingers through the damp strands of hair. “We should call Owen over. We’ll do a Q and A, but he has to read out the questions, and if we try to answer wrong or something, he can reveal the truth. Plus he can throw in his opinions, and it’ll be funny.” Charlie laughed softly, and nodded, reaching over to his nightstand to grab his phone. He clicked on Owen’s contact, and facetimed him, pulling the duvet up to cover Alex just in time. “I didn’t mean ask him right now. But okay.” Owen picked up, and grinned into the camera as he saw Charlie. “Hey, I’m just heading out to do some stuff but I can speak to you in the car. What’s up?” Charlie didn’t speak, simply angling the camera so that Owen could see them both, Alex’s red cheeks standing out against the white of the duvet cover pulled up to her shoulders. His face fell when he took in her appearance, groaning and pulling his hat over his face. “Look, Charlie, I love you, and I tolerate you Alex, but I saw enough of this in Vancouver. Seriously man, she has no clothes on.” Charlie nodded, and smirked. “Yuh, and she’s staying like that for the rest of the day. Anway, she wants to talk to you.” He handed the phone to Alex and sat up, reaching over to grab Alex’s phone from the charger. Owen rolled his eyes and sat Alex on his car stand, turning the keys in the ignition, and starting to drive. Alex made sure the sheet was tucked tightly under her arms, before moving out of Charlie’s grip, and leaning against the headboard. “Okay, so I was thinking.” Owen grunted in response and raised his eyebrows, avoiding looking at her. “Never a good thing. Just saying, if you flash me it’s not my fault, and manchild over there can’t get mad.” Charlie stuck his middle finger up at Owen, not looking up from Alex’s phone, which he was spamming with selfies. “Yeah, whatever. Anyway. I was thinking, Charlie just told all his followers we’re together- just incase you didn’t notice- and I want to do a Q & A on my channel. I think it’ll be even funnier if you ‘host’ it, and you can throw in random stories and opinions and whatever? You know us better than anyone,” Owen laughed bitterly and leaned forward, looking out his window. “Yeah, unfortunately. God, I was so happy when you went home. Okay, so when do you want to film this?” Alex looked over at Charlie and smiled seeing him scrolling through her instagram feed. “I don’t mind, when you next free?” Owen shrugged, and the familiar ticking of an indicator came through the phone. “As long as you two are fully clothed, I’ll come over on Wednesday? I have to come to LA to meet some people anyway, we can grab dinner after?” Alex nodded and watched as Charlie set her phone down, and slid down the bed, resting his head on her stomach. She ran her free hand through his hair, smiling as his eyes closed at the sensation. “Yeah that works. I’ll see if Sav wants to come too. Okay, I’ll see you then.” Owen nodded and waved at her, smiling as she flipped the camera to show Charlie. “He’s such a baby. Okay, you two go do whatever you two do. I’ll catch you later.” Charlie flipped him off once more, not lifting his head from where it rested, and Alex hung up. “You want a nap?” Charlie groaned slightly, indicating yes. “Cool, me too. Let me get the blinds.” Charlie sat up with an incredulous expression. “You woke up like an hour and a half ago woman, how are you tired already?” Alex looked at him with raised eyebrows and pulled a shirt out of their wardrobe. His shirt, to be clear. He watched as she dragged it over her head and flipped the blinds so that the room was darker, and held his arms out to her as she climbed back into their king sized bed, cuddling into his warm chest as they passed out for a couple of hours.

*******

“Hey guys! Most of you will already know, because we announced it a few days ago, but for those of you who don’t, today I’m introducing you to my boyfriend properly! The incredibly hot Charlie Gillespie.” Charlie waved awkwardly to the camera from his spot on the sofa, looking to Alex who was on the other side, almost 2 feet of space between them. “We figured we’d do a Q and A, so you guys sent in some questions, and well, we’re gonna answer them. Also, we have another special guest with us.” Owen appeared, and sat in between them, grinning at the camera. “Wouldn’t be a show without me. Okay so basically these two are disgustingly in love, and have been for a disgusting amount of time. Alex is using me for clout, and now you’re going to find out all of the gory details about their relationship.” Alex smacked him gently and handed him Charlie’s phone, the question response boxes all ready to read. “Okay, first question.

How long have you guys known eachother, and how did you meet? Owen looked between them, and pointed to Charlie. “I want to hear him get this wrong.” Charlie rolled his eyes and leaned forward, looking at Alex, who nodded. “Okay. We met nearly 4 years ago, when Alex moved over here for college. I was in LA that weekend, and I bumped into her in the street. We got to talking, and I ended up taking her out that night. That was pretty much it if I’m honest, nothing that exciting.” Alex scoffed and flipped her hair behind her shoulders. “Not quite. I took him out, and he fangirled the whole time. His sister had watched a few of my youtube videos, and he- and I quote- thought I was really pretty.” Charlie stuck his tongue out at her, and Owen groaned, resting his head in his hands. “We’re only one question in and I’m already sick of the both of you. Okay, next question.”

Do you guys live together, and if so where? Alex raised her eyebrows and laughed. “Most of the time we live together, yes. This is my apartment in LA, and I’d say we’re here at least 8 months of the year. But at christmas we go to New Brunswick to see Char’s family, and we go visit my family in thesummer. And sometimes I’m in New Zealand, and he’ll go on holiday with his boyfriend here.” Owen grinned and held Charlie’s hand, resting his head on his friends shoulder. Charlie leaned into him, making them appear like a very loved up couple. “Yeah, so we live together most of the time, apart from when we’re visiting friends or family, or if he’s working.” Charlie nodded and looked to Owen, who continued scrolling through boxes. “Oh my god some of these are dodgy. Jesus, look at this one!” He showed it to Alex, who burst out laughing. “Okay, I’m answering that but we’re not reading out the actual question.” She climbed to her feet and turned side on to the camera, smoothing out her t-shirt against her chest, giving a decent view of her side profile. “Whoever asked what kind of man Charlie is, I’ll let you figure that one out for yourself. He doesn’t get a choice in the matter- I only have one of the above.” Charlie read the question over Owen’s shoulder, before frowning and reaching out for Alex, pulling her onto his knee. “Shut up, you’re perfect and I love every bit of you.” He started peppering her face with kisses, laughing alongside her. Owen jumped to the other side of the sofa, grimacing. “Disgusting. Okay, next question. Ooh, this one’s juicy.”

Alex, do you and Madison get along, and have you ever been jealous of her relationship with Charlie? Owen made a show of trying not to laugh, and Alex rolled her eyes. “Mads is like a little sister to me. We get on really well, and her and Charlie’s relationship is best friends, nothing more. I mean, to be fair I’d totally adopt her if I could. Having her living with me would me pretty cool.” Charlie frowned and shook his head. “No. I’m not living with the both of you. You’d never stop singing.” Alex nodded happily. “And the only thing I’m jealous of her for is she doesn’t have to live with him. Or share a kitchen with him.” Charlie flicked her in the side of the head, kissing the afflicted area shortly after, while Owen nodded in agreement. “That brings us nicely on to the next one.”

Who’s got the worst eating habits? Owen rubbed the back of his neck and looked straight at the camera. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this. Alex is worse than Charlie, folks. And you’ve seen how he eats.” Charlie pushed Alex off him and jumped up, pointing his fingers at her as he danced around in front of the camera. Alex’s jaw dropped, and she leant forward, pointing at Charlie accusingly. “He eats eggs with peanut butter. Do you know how gross that is?” Charlie grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, sinking back into his seat. “You eat ham, and peanut butter. You can’t talk.” Alex groaned and flipped him off behind Owen’s head. “Fine, what’s the next one?” Owen grinned and scrolled a bit, laughing out loud before putting the phone facedown.

Who’s most likely to get jealous? He smirked at the camera, and shared a look with Alex, who was grinning. They turned back to the camera and spoke simultaneously. “Charlie.” At his name, he groaned and grabbed a pillow, smothering his face with it. “Very much Charlie. Do you want to hear something funny? Of course you do. Owen, I’ll let you take this one.” Alex sat back, smiling smugly, while Charlie looked at her with pure betrayal written all over his face. “While we were in Vancouver last year, filming for the show, Alex here, came to stay with us for 2 months. This was the first time I’d met her, besides a few facetime calls. We got on really well, and hung out a lot on and off set, while I wasn’t filming. Our lovely Charlie, decided he was going to absolutely freak out about this, and started a fight in the middle of the freaking lot, in front of the entire cast and crew, because he thought I was after Alex.” Charlie groaned from behind the pillow, and Alex laughed. “He thought Owen was flirting with me, and yelled at him for a straight 7 minutes, while we just kinda stood there and looked at each other. I felt so bad, I took Charlie home that night and sat with him for like 3 hours, and then I took them both out for dinner the next night. It was weird.” Owen snorted and rubbed his forehead. “You did not just sit with him. I shared an apartment with you, I was in the next room.” Alex punched his arm, and leaned over to ruffle Charlie’s hair. “He’s just protective, you should see him when we go out together, he literally refuses to leave my side.” Owen nodded and smiled at Charlie’s flushed face. “He’s stupid protective of her. One of the crew members actually did flirt with her. We’re lucky the guy’s still alive.” Charlie rolled his eyes at them both and held his hands up. “I had to compete with an entire college full of guys to keep her. And I have 3 brothers. I’m used to fighting for what’s mine.” Alex smiled and stood up, pushing Owen into her spot and sitting beside him, taking Charlie’s hand. “Yeah, what he said. Next question Owen?” Owen shook his head and scrolled once more, raising his eyebrows occasionally. “Okay, this should be easy.”

Who’s the most annoying to live with? Charlie and Alex both immediately pointed to her, and Owen nodded his head. “Even just while we were in Vancouver, this girl drove me up the wall. I don’t know how Charlie does it.” Charlie smirked and rubbed his jaw. “He gets well compensated for his troubles.” Charlie shrugged and nodded, laughing at Owen’s expression. “She’s incapable of showering without leaving the entire bathroom flooded, she never does the laundry unless I phone her four times and ask her to do it, she has never touched the vaccum in her life, and the bed only gets made when she’s not living here. Not to mention she’s the messiest person in the world, and our room is literally carpeted with her- actually wait no, MY clothes, because she never wears her own stuff. Exhibit A.” Alex stood up and spun around, showing off her outfit of Charlie’s t-shirt and a pair of jeans. “He loves me for it though.” She dropped back onto the sofa, smiling as she felt Charlie’s arm slip around her waist and pull her in to his side. “Let’s do some nice ones.”

Are you guys morning people? All three of them laughed, and Alex buried her face in Charlie’s chest. “Owen, is like a late morning early afternoon person. I’m always up before 9, I like doing stuff in the mornings. I sleep in on Saturdays sometimes, or I’ll stay in bed and watch a movie with Alex. But Alex doesn’t get up unless she absolutely has to. Today she got up at like 1230 I think? And that’s early for her, and it was only after a lot of persuasion.” Alex bit her lip, remembering the persuasion Charlie had used that morning, and feeling a familiar heat take over her face. Owen pulled a face, also knowing what he meant, and gagged. “Disgusting. But yeah, I’ll second that. When she lived with us, we’d go home for lunch sometimes, or we’d have a halfday, and she’d still be sleeping. Like Charlie would go in and get her at like 4pm. And she’d wake up and go get coffee. At 4pm.” Charlie nodded, and Alex sighed, sitting up and brushing her hair out of her face. “In my defense, I’m normally up pretty late. I work best at night, and I can never fall asleep before like 3 or 4am.” She shrugged, and leant on Charlie, who was blushing ever so slightly. “We know, Alex, we know. Let me give you a piece of advice, folks. See if your best mate’s girlfriend comes to stay, after 2 months of being apart? Stay away from the apartment for at least 3 days. Maybe a week. Move out if you can. They kept me up, Every. Freaking. Night. I don’t know how Charlie was able to function at 5.30 in the morning, considering he could’ve gotten like maximum an hour of sleep. He was on vocal rest for a reason.” Owen raised his eyebrows at the camera, and Alex hid her face, while Charlie puffed out his cheeks and looked around, avoiding the camera. “Moving swiftly on, what’s the next question Owen?” The blonde grinned and scrolled once more, chuckling under his breath.

What’s your guys favourite thing to do together? Owen looked at them dubiously as Alex clapped her hands, and Charlie grinned. “Besides that.” Charlie rolled his eyes and reached over to clip Owen over the ear, and Alex ducked as they play fought over the top of her. Finally breaking apart, Charlie straightened his shirt and resumed his hold on Alex. “It’s between travelling and playing. With Alex’s family in the UK, and mine in Canada, we fly around quite a lot. Besides, we both love seeing new places, and we have friends all over the place.” Alex nodded and smiled excitedly. “I can’t wait, we’re going to see Mads for her 17th birthday next week- she doesnt’t know, but I won’t post this until we’re there, so it’ll be fine. And we went to visit my dad in New Zealand last month- that was fun. We went to Hawaii, of course, with Jer and that. That was incredible.” Charlie nodded, watching with an adoring expression as his girlfriend’s face lit up, while she spoke about the places she loved so much. “Hawaii was awesome, but I gotta say, going to the UK is like wow. It’s so different over there.” Alex looked at her feet shyly, nodding slightly. “For sure, and my friends are uh, very different from our friends here.” Charlie raised his eyebrows in agreement, feeling Alex’s grip on his hand get a little tighter. “But yeah, besides travelling it’s got to be playing together. We sing together all the time, I’m pretty sure our neighbours hate us.” Alex brightened up and laughed, nodding eagerly. “Honestly, most of the time that’s what we’re doing at like 1am. I’ll get a song stuck in my head and force Charlie to play it for me. He’s so much better at guitar than I am.” Charlie shook his head and held a hand out in excitement. “Nah, see when I tell you this girl can sing, oh my GAWD. There’s a reason I fell in love with her. And she plays piano, and guitar, although I am still teaching her that. And violin!! How cool is that? She’s teaching me. So yeah, our neighbours hate us.” Owen smiled as he watched his best friends talk about each other, the love between them so obvious and real. “Okay, we’ll do like two or three more.”

Who takes longer to get ready in the morning? Instantly pointing at each other, Owen laughed, and pointed to Charlie. “100% this man. She just throws her hair up and puts on whatever he wore the day before. This man has a full haircare routine, every fricking morning. Like seriously, it’s just hair!” Alex nodded in agreement, running her hands through Charlie’s hair. “It is very nice hair though. Nah for sure, Charlie takes longer to get ready first thing, but when we’re going out, it’s me. Like out out, I mean. I’m so indecisive. In Vancouver Savannah literally nearly stabbed me cause I was taking so long.” Charlie grinned and nodded, Owen mirroring his actions. “Never ask her to go out unless you have at least 4 hours to kill. 3 hours for her to be indecisive, and then another for her to be late.” Alex grinned and tilted her head to the side. “Girls, am I right? HA. I’m funny. Okay, moving on.”

Who’s most fun on a night out? Charlie and Owen pointed to Alex simultaneously, who just shrugged and nodded. “I was raised in Scotland, so when I drink, I drink hard. Nobody could keep up with me when we went out in Vancouver. Seriously, Charlie tried and we nearly had to take him to the ER.” Charlie scoffed at this, but the blush spreading up his neck said all that needed to be said. Owen laughed at the memory, and set the phone down. “No really, it was so funny. This tiny 5′5 girl knocking back vodka like it’s water, and Charlie’s trying not to throw up in the corner after like 2. This girl’s liver is deceased.” Alex grinned and kicked her feet up on the table proudly. “Proud drinker since I was 13. Shit, this is going on the internet. Okay, forget I said that. Owen?” Owen reached out and grabbed the phone, scrolling through again.

Do you have any tattoos? Owen rolled up his sleeve and showed off the ghost drummer on his forearm, and Charlie stood up next to him, placing their ghostly characters next to each other. They pulled their shirt sleeves down, and looked to Alex, who groaned and stood up. “I have a few, but they’re pretty small.” She came up close to the camera, followed by Charlie, who helped her pull the collar of her shirt down, and swept her hair away from the nape of her neck, revealing the small outline of a triangle at the top of her spine. “I’ve got that, and then-” She pulled her top up, and showed a single word written on her ribcage, in gaelic. ‘teine’. “It says fire, in scottish gaelic. And this one.” She held her hand up to the camera, showing a daffodil on the inside of her middle finger on her right hand. “And then I have another one on my leg, but obviously can’t show that.” She settled back onto the sofa, smacking Charlie when he laughed. “It’s hardly on her leg. It’s like-” She held a hand over his mouth and smiled at Owen, asking silently for the next question. “Oh wow, okay I like this one.”

Alex, how do you get along with the JATP cast, and who’s your favourite? Owen looked at Alex expectantly, who just rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. “I love them, so much. While Char was away I was constantly on the phone, and they’d just pass me around depending on who was filming. A lot of it was because Charlie was afraid I’d get lonely, but also because he was so busy that he could only grab a couple of minutes to speak to me every now and again. While I was in Vancouver, me and Owen definitely spent a lot of time together, and he showed me round the city while Charlie and Mads were doing perfect harmony shoots and stuff, which was an experience and a half. Note to self, Owen is incredibly competitive at arcade games.” Alex slipped her hand into Charlie’s as she spoke about her time with Owen, knowing he’d probably start overthinking it. “But Mads and I got super close. Like everytime the boys were filming we’d go to craft services and eat our weight in brownies. We made them a lot too, in the apartment. We literally facetime everyday. And Savannah too, oh my god I love that girl so much. She’s like my best friend. I wouldn’t have made it over there without her, she literally picked me up from the airport when someone forgot I was coming.” Charlie held his hands up in defense, and Alex rolled her eyes. “He didn’t forget I was coming, he just ‘lost track of time’. But honestly, I can’t pick a favourite, they’re like family to me.” She smiled at Owen, and leaned back against Charlie, meaning every word. “Aw. How cute. I’m the favourite. Next question. Oh wow, this is a biggie.”

Charlie, are you going to propose? Alex’s eyes widened, and she coughed, turning to look at Charlie. “Good question. It’s nearly four years. Where’s the ring, Charlieboy?” Charlie chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the sofa. “Got a while yet, got to train her up a bit better first.” Alex punched him in the arm, and he winced, rubbing it and glaring at her. “I’m joking, obviously. She’s only just 21, so we’re gonna wait a bit- but yes, I will. One day. If she doesn’t kill me with her cooking first.” Owen raised his eyebrows and brought a leg up underneath him, scrolling through the questions. Alex looked at Charlie with a pout, crossing her arms and moving away from him. “Oh my god, you’re such a child. Yes, I’m going to propose, just not now and not anytime soon! Yikes.” Alex grinned and kissed his cheek, waiting for the next question. “Right, we’ll make this the last one?” Alex and Charlie nodded, Alex tucking her legs up to her chest as she leaned back against Charlie, her head resting on his arm, which was thrown across the back of the couch.

What’s your favourite thing about each other? Alex smirked and looked Charlie up and down, winking at the camera. Charlie did something similar, his arm moving down the sofa and grabbing at her hip, making his intentions more than clear. Owen gagged, and spun round, holding his forehead in his hands and shaking his head. “Joking. I love Charlie’s passion. He gets so invested in the things he loves, and watching him speak about stuff he’s genuinely interested in and excited for is the cutest thing in the world. He gets these like sparkles in his eye, and he jumps up and down and god it’s adorable. I also like his abs. They are, in a word exquisite. Not to mention his arms.” Charlie rolled his eyes, but pressed a loving kiss to her temple. “I love how talented Alex is. There’s not really anything she can’t do. Literally, she’s musical, athletic, and she’s like stupid smart. She has a degree. From college. Like woah. And I also love when she gets super excited about something, or when she gets like really emotional- not sad, just when she’s feeling something really intensely, she starts like bouncing up and down in her seat, and clapping her hands or shaking them really fasr. It’s literally like the most adorable thing ever. And her ass. It’s pretty cool too.” Owen coughed and held a hand up. “Right well, there’s one thing she can’t do. She can’t dance. Like at all. It’s quite funny.” Charlie nodded, as did Alex. “Dancing, definitely not my forte. Also, when he says athletic, he means I played field hockey in high school and college. The most exercise I get now is when he’s hor-” Owen stood up quickly, and Charlie covered her mouth with his hand. “Okay, that’s all for this video! Hope you guys are suitably grossed out. Thanks for watching, goodbye!!!”

Owen turned off the camera, and Alex grinned before turning to Charlie, connecting her lips with his in a soft kiss. Finally being allowed to talk about her relationship was a major relief, after having to hide it for so long. “Gross, can you wait til I’m gone at least?” Alex rolled her eyes and flipped him off, climbing off the sofa. “No, cause we’re going out for dinner. Can you call Sav, baby? Let her know we’ll be like an hour?” Charlie nodded, watching her with a dazed smile as she wandered into their bedroom, already tying her long hair up out of the way for a hard session of outfit searching. “You’re in so deep with that one, man.” Owen looked at Charlie knowingly, who just shrugged and continued to smile. “What can I say. She’s the one.” Owen shook his head and rolled his eyes, but he was smiling, happy that another one of his best friends had found real love. Charlie scrolled through the contacts on Alex’s phone, clicking on Savannah’s name and raising the phone to his ear. He jumped when she picked up, holding the phone at arm’s length. “Oh my god, Sav it’s me, not Alex. She said to tell you we’re going out in a couple of hours, and to be ready to go for 7. That cool?” Savannah spoke rapidly on the other side of the line, agreeing and squealing with excitement when she heard Owen would be there. “I’ve missed you guys! Okay, see you soon!” Charlie hung up and set his girlfriend’s phone down, reaching for the remote, and turning on the TV. “Wanna watch the NHL?” Owen nodded, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, and looking at the clock on the wall. It was only half three.

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Kombat Krew and Summer Headcanons: Part two.

Have some fluffy headcanons, before Smutty Saturday and Smuttier Sunday. I can hear you all, ‘But Smut Goblin, you’ve already written these’ Well, I have more ideas, and my thirst is now unrivaled. So, Summer with the Kombat Kast Part two: Electric fucking Boogaloo. Oh yeah, there’s also smut, I lied, they aren’t just fluffy.  

I know I said I’d have more characters. But this was ten pages. TEN FUCKING PAGES! So, like Part 2.5 is coming up! Enjoy. 

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Shitposts about Kano. 18+ under the cut. I fixed Sindel and her retcon. I hope.  GIFs do not belong to me. Either found on the Tumblr Gif finder thing, or google. 

Fujin:

·       What fresh fucking hell is this? Short haired Fujin is because he’s sick of this shit. His hair is sticking to his fucking back, he can’t cope with the warmth. So, he cut it. And now he looks like sin incarnate. Fuck yes Fujin.

·       He’s an actual sweetheart when you both go for walks. If it’s too warm and he sees kids trying to fly their kites, he may, just may, summon a breeze. Because he’s actually a giant softie. When you ask him if that was him, he’ll tilt his head and look shocked. Him? Use his powers like that?! He wouldn’t dream… don’t tell Raiden.

·       He loves discovering new mortal customs and culture. Day drinking still confuses him. Why is everyone drinking at 2 in the afternoon? He jokes Bo Rai Cho is having an effect on everyone. He’s not opposed to have a sneaky drink with you as the suns setting though. He does like to have a good time, as we’ve all heard in his intros. You’ve never seen him drunk, you’re pretty sure he can’t get drunk. But he has joked that the Elder Gods must never know, that you’re both drinking wine at 2pm.

·       He’d love visiting winebars on an evening for nice relaxed drinks. Any bar with an outside area, bonus points if it’s got a balcony and a good view… he’d suggest Sky Temple, but relaxed drinks, turn into a bender with Bo Rai Cho. With Bo often suggesting skinny dipping. Raiden has consulted the Elder Gods, ‘Relaxed drinks’ are banned.

·       Long walks. This man has stamina for days. He loves getting out into the middle of bum fuck nowhere and walking. Nature seems to love him and flocks to him. Every. Fucking. Time. You. Sit. Down. You look away, and when you look back, there’s just a fucking rabbit sat near you both. Fujin is feeding it grass. He looks so happy and content.

·        If there’s any music/art/food festivals on, then you’re going, he wants to know more about mortals and their customs. So, any opportunities he’s going to want to take up. Nothing better than him playfully wrapping an arm around you and chuckling when you blush. He’s not that against PDA whilst you’re amongst mortals. He’s sure his brother wouldn’t tease. But Kung Lao would. And he doesn’t fancy a lecture from his brother. It’s not a lecture, but, it’s a lecture.

·       As much as he loves exploring. He’ll also love those lazy warm days. Either sat comfortably close, talking about anything and everything. Or lounging out in the garden or your balcony with him.

·       He’ll always make sure you’re hydrated. Like ‘Y/N, do you need some water? You look dehydrated. Please don’t get dehydrated.’ He’s a bit of a worried mother hen sometimes.

·       He’ll also love watching the sunset, whilst you’re both comfortably laid together. You’re always unsure if the cool evenings breeze is from him or not. You like to think it is.

·       Lots of cute photos. You take loads. He’s so photogenic. He’s always got such a happy genuine smile on his face. He’s got super long arms too, so he can always get the best angle.

·       He secretly loves you both walking together, and you holding onto/your arm linked with his. He loves the way you kind of fall forward when you laugh, placing a hand on his as you do so. He’ll always flash you a half smile.

·       The first time you had sex in the shower was when you were taking a cold shower the try and cool yourself down. He naturally wanted to join you, because this fucking heat can fuck off. Long story short, a bit of teasing, led to him fucking you against the wall of your shower. The shower didn’t cool you down at all. In fact, you were warmer in the shower than out of it.

·       Lazy sex on the sofa too. He loves watching you ride his cock. He loves running his hands up your side, as you slowly ride his cock and savour every moment.

Havik:

·       Is the weather making everyone uncomfortable? He had no idea. He fucking did, because he’s living for the chaos. He’s also used to this weather. Chaosrealm is either baking hot or extremely cold. So, he’s literally chilled with this. Why is everyone panicking? He’s sat there in sunglasses and drinking a Pina Colada. Such a little shit.

·       He’s a hot mess all the time. But summer makes him an even hotter mess. You’ve never seen someone give less of a fuck till you met him. Great thing about Havik, he doesn’t give two fucks about anything. He’s so laidback. You don’t want to go out because it’s too warm? That’s fine. You want to go out and get wine drunk? He’s got two hands to carry two bottles. Whatever you want to do.

·       Relaxed drinks in your garden, he’s burning the food on the grill, your neighbours are telling him to put a shirt on, because you don’t have a fence. Everyone is having a great time.

·       He lives for terrible BBQs. He loves the disappointment more than the food. Your parents aren’t who this fucking behemoth in the most chaotic Hawaiian shirt is. No one is going to tell him his shirt is gawdy, because he’s so fucking tall.

·       He knows all the lyrics to ‘We didn’t start the fire’ which is a skill and slightly concerning.

·       Extremely good at limbo… too good. You’re watching as people’s faces switch from whimsical whimsy to fucking shocked. You’re sure someone was sick. Lives for the chaos.

·       He hates going outside for long periods of time. His face itches and it’s too warm to wear everything normally. Badly. Loves Halloween though, because people always compliment how great his ‘Costume’ and makeup is.

·       You’ve had a few comments on how handsome he is and laid back he is. He doesn’t get the ‘handsome’ thing, he prefers his face, when half of it’s you know, missing.

·       He loves Summer and how warm it is. When you ask why, he admits ‘It’s because Hotaru will be miserable’ And then he’ll smile. Summer is his Christmas. Because Hotaru is miserable.

·       When you can’t sleep, he’s awake, you’re not sure he needs to sleep. But he’s awake. You’ll have long chats, and, you both end up sat on your Livingroom floor, playing trivial pursuit. You’re sort of surprised by how much random knowledge he knows.

·       He’ll go on walks with you. This is where he met his first goose. He fucking loves them. What are these hate filled, angry creatures? Why does he want an army of them? When one hisses at him and falls in the river, he’s so happy. The circle of Chaos goes on.

·       Loves the beach. Because there’s loads of water. He fucking loves it. Ready to jump in as soon as he sees you. Pulls you in and you both swim for ages. He loves watching the waves crash against the shore with you, your head on his shoulder, whilst he draws circles… or squiggles on your leg.

·       Summer sex with him is so easy going. You’re sure you always end up fucking him in your car more than usual. You’re down to fuck on the way back from a day out? Fucking pull over, he’s good to go.

·       Don’t let him drive. He can’t drive.

·       Havik fucks hard and he once broke your headboard with his grip… and two fingers. But that’s fine, he just put them back together all good.

Tomas Vrbada Smoke:

·       He’s not a fan of this shit. He’s not overly bothered about the heat, it’s his hair. It’s sticking to his back and he doesn’t like it. Has asked Bi-Han for a hug. He just wants to feel cold.

·       Queue the manbun. He’s not cutting his hair. He loves it too much. So, hair is up and tied back. Which only elevates his hipster status… and makes him look that little bit hotter. Burns hotter than the weather.

·       He’ll always put on sunscreen. He burns very easily. Way too easily. No tan. Just burns. He does get a slight dusting of freckles over the bridge of his nose. He’s not overly keen on them… but you think their cute. He starts to like them a little bit more when you remark how cute they are… and when you run your finger over them.

·       He’ll love doing something a little adventurous in summer. Which surprises you. He’s normally pretty introverted and wanting to relax and lounge. He’ll love doing something like hiking in the hills or taking long walks along a river. He just lives strolling, hand in hand, if it’s not too warm, and chatting genuine shit.

·       Imagine: Smoke, grey short-sleeved t-shirts, some cropped jeans, a good pair of hiking boots (Probably timberlands, the hipster) and a grey flannel jacket wrapped around his waist. Fucking hell. I need a fan!

·       Cute dates to cafes, where you both either talk about what you’re reading, or you both go to read. Said café dates can also be in the park with a takeaway ice coffee. Smoke is a hipster, fight me on this. You’re both looking up at the sky, laid arm on arm, head to head, whilst watching the clouds go by. You love moments like this and you both feel so content.

·       If you can ride a bike and are into that shit. He wouldn’t be opposed to having a bike ride, either along a canal or river. Somewhere that’s got a nice even off-road trail, with shade, nice scenery and is easy going. He’ll always make sure to pack lots of snacks, water and also sunscreen. Lots of sunscreen. He’ll plan a huge day out for you both, with lots of stops to see sights along the way. It’s all going great until he gets a bug in his mouth. Then he remembers why he hates the outdoors.

·       If gets too warm, you’re both going to the Lin Kuei temple. Smoke doesn’t care. You can live his room. He’s got a kettle and plenty of cup of noodles. Kuai thinks it’s nice that Smokes found someone. Bi-Han teases, because what kind of older brother would he be? Bi-Han totally views Smoke as a younger brother. He comes up with a cute ship name and he makes sure everyone refers to you both by it.

·       Loves the beach. Loves drinking iced tea at the beach. He’s under a big umbrella though. Sat in the shade, sipping his tea, reading his book, looking absolutely fine as fuck. People fall into ditches watching him lounge around. Bi-Han wanted to come with you both. Suns out guns out. He totally throws a bucket of water on him, saying he needs to cool the fuck down. And throws the bucket at him. Only to proceed to fall flat on his face.

·       Relaxed afternoon drinks at some hipster bar. He’s drinking an IPA. He doesn’t give a shit what you think… he really does. But it’s too warm for a hot chocolate.

·       He’s not overly fond of sex if it’s really warm. But saying that, on those cooler evenings, he’ll love just having you ride his cock. It’s soft, gentle, with a lot of touches and caresses. He loves you and loves spending time with you. He’ll also love the sight of your body in the moonlight. That slight summer breeze cooling you both down. The sound of the city below you, drowning out the moans.

Kabal:

·       Pre-Burn Kabal is so hyped for summer. The moment that barometer or the weather says it’s slightly warm. That’s it. He’s wearing cropped shorts, showing off those finely tuned calves, and wearing a vest that may as well not be a vest, because side-boob.

·       He totally as a duck barometer on his desk, that turns yellow when it’s supposed to be warm. ‘Sorry Kano, can’t work, Mr Quack says it’s going to be sunny. You know what that means’ Queue everyone sighing, because they know their in for a month of awful outfits.  

·       You notice he slows down a lot in the summer. ‘Babe, papa is out of shape’ is the most uttered phrase for him. He’s used to the heat, but that doesn’t mean he wants to be speedy. He wants to savour every moment of his favourite season, with his favourite person.

·       He’s a mix of lazy and energised. He’ll want to go for long walks in the park, the woods, the river, the beach. But he’ll also want to lounge around in his underwear, AC on, whilst you both watch shit TV and binge watch bad films.

·       Drives at 2 am in the morning, because he wants a really cold drink, and he knows this place that does really good slurpees. Queue, some very bad summer music. If you have to listen to ‘Steal My Sunshine’ One more fucking time, you’re going to scream. The slurpee is pretty good.

·       He’ll also tease your thighs on the way back home. Which leads to you giving him a blowjob whilst he drives. Which leads to him having to pullover and fuck you in the backseat. Lord have mercy he can’t cope.

·        He’s really good at BBQ you’re so surprised. You both have two people BBQs, you’re both sipping on cocktails, having fun, listening to terrible music. Annoying your neighbours who don’t want to hear his shit music. He’ll love spinning you around and picking you up over his shoulder and carrying you back inside. Just so you can make out on the couch.

·       Prank calling Kano at 2 in the morning. With very unfunny jokes. But it’s funny, because it’s Kano and it’s winding him up.

·       Nothing better than walking into the living room and seeing a near fully naked Kabal on the sofa. Sprawled out, glistening skin, playing on his Playstation. Glasses on and a lazy smile. God.

·       If you wear shorts, he’s going to be very distracted. Loves your ass in them. And will always give it a discreet and cheeky squeeze. He’ll always lean in to whisper and tease you, about what he’s going to do when you both get back.

·       Going to the beach or swimming is always fun. He’ll totally drag you into the pool and splash you.

·       He’s so glad his hair is fairly short. Because who’s got the time in this heat.

·       Cute dates to diners and relaxed drinks on the kitchen floor. Because it’s cool, and you can both eat ice cream from the tub.

·       Post burns everything is different.

·       I still headcanon he’s not a massive fan of his body and his skin is hypersensitive to the heat.

·       He’ll love you rubbing sunscreen affectionately onto his skin, or maybe rubbing a balm to try and ease it. If you’re whispering sweet nothings, or how much you love his body, whilst doing this, it’ll make him so fucking happy. He wants to feel loved.

·       Sometimes, the gentle rubs, turn into teasing rubs, and then into needful grabs. Which leads to some pretty intimate and passionate sex. Lots of body worship and lots of caresses.

·       He will want to stay in more in Summer. His skin will feels like it’s on fire and it won’t be comfortable. He will not dress casually in the summer when out in public. But when that confidence returns, he’ll be back to wearing next to nothing on the sofa.

Bi-Han:

·        He can handle this better than Kuai. Or so he says. He hates it really. He fucking hates this warmth and this weather. He wants to be cold. You’ve caught him threatening to climb into the fridge or the chest freezer.

·        Endearing whines from him. He loves the excuse however, that gets to lounge around in next to nothing. Queue you coming back from work to see him on your couch, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Complaining that he’s melting. He knew he was hot, but he didn’t think he was this hot! You hate and love that joke.

·        He’s eaten all your ice cubes, ice cream and ice lollies. He’s trying to cool down, but nothing is working. When you suggest maybe going to back to Arctika, he’s not down for that. He wants to stay here with you… that and going back, would confirm to Kuai that he was right and Bi-Han was wrong. He ain’t having that shit!

·        He’s constantly taking ice cold baths and showers. But nothing is helping. But on the bright side, you’ve got an unlimited supply of ice cubes. He sees yours are melting, boom, have some more.

·        He does manage to lower the temperature of your house, but he really has to focus, and he hates his concentration face. Kuai makes him look really majestic, Bi-Hans looks confused, sad and angry all rolled into one. He ain’t a fan of it.

·        He does love spending time with you though. He’ll love wrapping his arms around you out in public. Barely anyone knows he’s the Grandmaster of The Lin Kuei so why the fuck does it matter?

·        He’ll love going on cute bar dates, he looks pretty fucking FINE in a suit. All dressed up, looking like a whole three course meal. He’ll love sitting on a balcony, with some good food and a few glasses of wine.

·        Ultimate tease. His hands are cooler than any drink, and he’s an obsession with your legs in summer. He’ll love running a hand up and down your thighs, cheekily squeezing your ass in shorts. He’s very discreet, which makes you call him a Ninja, he’ll wrinkle his nose at that. He’s no ninja, he’s just good at been discreet.

·        He’s also a fan of sitting on the kitchen floor because it’s cool. You’re both listening to music in your kitchen, sat on the floor, eating ice cream and drinking frozen drinks.

·        Summer sex for Bi-Han involves a lot of him surprising you with some sweet kisses. Which get heated. Very heated. He’ll end up picking you up, placing you on your kitchen counter and helping you get rid of some layers. The counters cool against your skin, and he’s still pretty cool, so it’s all round refreshing.

·        He loves the beach. Not only because he loves showing off his physique, but you look cute and he likes the thought of the water been cool.

·        Water is saltier than he is. But he doesn’t give a shit. He can swim pretty well, and he’s soon out pretty far. It’s so good to finally be cold.

·        Low-key drags Smoke and Kuai with you both to the beach. Smoke is chilling, vibing with his book and the little sandcastle version of the temple he built. Kuai is fucking miserable.

·        Bi-Han will chuck you into the sea if you ask. If you want to be Yeeted, he will yeet you as far as you want to go. He’ll also playfully push you off the pier and jump in after you.

·        Small kisses in the water, his arms around your waist.

Kuai Liang (Sub Zero):

·        He still hates this. Nothing has changed. Summer can go fuck itself. He handles the complaints better than Bi-Han but he doesn’t handle the heat better. The only upside, he gets to spend some quality time with you. With no Bi-Han interrupting. Because he’s the worst.

·        He still doesn’t let on how bad he’s feeling it. He’s there, stoic, teeth gritted, whilst you’re having lunch. You decide to surprise him with a cold bath, the AC on the lowest setting, and ice in the bath. You leave him a note saying ‘Surprise and enjoy’ he fucking loves you. His heart actually may do a backflip.

·        When you get back, he’s less teeth gritted and more relaxed. He’ll take your hands in his and bring you in for a very soft kiss. You’re in your apartment so no one can see. It’s all cool!

·        He still tries to dress in his Grandmaster gear. He’s trying to remain stoic and trying his hardest to be his usual self. You remind him, that no one but you can see him in your apartment.

·        He will bite the bullet eventually and will shed his upper half of clothes. He’s currently sat in the comfy pair of short joggers you bought him. He’s a Grandmaster but he’s going to melt unless he changes. This is no different than when he’s in his relaxing gear back at the temple.

·        Your neighbours are in for a treat. When he wakes up, does his morning meditation in front of the window… only to realise the curtains and door are open, your neighbours are watering their flowers, and they are just stood there. Staring. Wondering how one man can be so chiselled and fine looking. Que him, leaning over to close the curtains. ‘Y/N. Did you open the curtains whilst I was meditating?’ ‘Yeah, why?’ ‘I don’t think your neighbours appreciate seeing me’ Oh, if only he fucking knew.

·        His bonus for living through his own personal living hell, you’re dressed in your cute summer clothes, and you constantly want to be close to him in your apartment. He does love how close you are to him. He loves when you’re relaxing on the sofa, and your head is on his shoulder. He will watch you from the corner of his eye, a small smile tugging on his lips. Just as his arm snakes around you more.

·        He doesn’t drink a lot. He isn’t against it. But then you introduce him to a Long Island Iced Tea. He can’t taste the tea but it’s pretty nice. He’ll love lounging with you on your balcony, watching as the evenings sky bleeds into the nights sky.

·        He’ll tell you about the constellations as a refreshing breeze washes over you.

·        He’ll love going for walks with you. He loves been out and exploring more of Earth in a more relaxed way. He’s been to many places, but they’ve always been mission related.

·        He may not be able to last long with the heat, but he does love wandering around the Forests and woods. He’ll spout random facts about the wildlife and fauna you pass.

·        Sex with Kuai when it’s warm is often difficult. He’s feeling flustered by the warmth and struggling. You do offer to run him a cold shower. He’ll sit there, asking if you wish to join him. You’re not going to pass that up. It’ll start innocent, with him just holding your body. Musing how he’s missed your touch.

·        A few kisses later and you’ve got him all flustered again. He’s not entirely sure what’s going on, when you slowly sink to your knees and take his cock into your mouth. At first, he’s like ‘Y/N, we can’t do this in the shower’ But, even all of that stoic training can’t help him here. His moans betray him, hands hovering over your hair, before you tangle them for him. This leads to him showing you some of that strength of his and fucking you against the wall of the shower.

·        After, you’re both panting messes, and you hear him chuckle. He comments on how he guesses the weather has bonuses. That’s as horny of a comment you’ll ever get from him.

Kung Lao:

·        He’s actually fine in this heat, why do you ask? Kung Lao can handle heat, who said he couldn’t? Their lying. Okay, they’re not lying. He hates it. He fucking hates it. He’s confused at how Raiden can be stood there, completely unphased, and Fujin can be there with long fucking hair. They are winding him, and he knows it.

·        Liu Kang is fine. But he’s fucking not. Of course, he’s fucking fine with the heat.

·        He does love spending the time with you though. I mean, you look pretty cute in those shorts, and he loves how you smile and your so giddy about going out places.

·        His arrogance will be the death of him. Death will be caused by melting. He won’t admit how much he’s not overly fond of the heat. But when you see him staring into the fridge, you know he’s too warm. You suggest going for a swim and going to the beach.

·        Best idea in the fucking world. He can swim pretty well, so he’s dragging you into the water, before you can even pull off your clothes. He’s like ‘Lets go Y/N. Lets go.’ He’ll splash you, like the dick he is, he can give but can’t take when you splash him back.

·        Will feign falling over, only to have you rush over to him. He’ll then pick you up and spin you around and launch you into the water. You both piss about far too much. Lord Fujin is smiling down, so happy and proud, Lord Raiden is face palming so hard. The Elder Gods couldn’t give a fuck, their too warm as well.

·        He’ll always insist you take photos, bonus if it’s a polaroid so he can take the photos back. He will continuously show Liu Kang, Raiden and Fujin. He acts like the heat wasn’t that bad… Fujin knows the truth but he’s not going to say shit.

·        He’ll love going for small evening walks with you, just as the suns starting to set, you’re both strolling beside a rive. A small breeze is blowing past you. When you’re not looking, he’s thanking Fujin for been a bro and having his back. ‘Thank you…’ ‘What was that Kung Lao?’ ‘Nothing Y/N. You look very pretty. How’s that breeze?’

·        He loves the sunshine though and will want to make the most of going out in it. Que you both spending as much time as possible outside. Whether you’re just lounging, walking or exploring.

Sindel: (The Smut Goblin will do you right, since 11 just retconned you.)

·        Outworld is naturally warmer than Earthrealm. She knows this and understands that it may be hard to cope. She’s there, looking ethereal, not a single hair out of place, barely breaking a sweat. Whilst you’re boiling. She thinks it’s cute.

·        She’ll always shake her head when you deny how warm you are. She’ll make sure you’ve always got fresh water and are kept cool. If it’s warmer than usual, she’ll make sure you’ve got baggy clothes to keep you cool and make sure you’re okay.

·        She’s not mean by any standard, but she will tease you ever so slightly about it. If you’re slightly red from the heat, she will tease you about it. ‘Y/N, blushing to see me already.’ Will tease you discreetly. And she will always remark about how she didn’t know she had this effect on you.

·        She’s discreet. She can’t be embarrassing Kitana like that. She ain’t about that life. Kitana fully supports your relationship. She thinks it’s nice her mother has found someone to spend her life with. Shao Kahn who? Who’s that dick? Never heard of Shags Cars.

·        She’ll personally request you join her when she goes to try and cool down at the warmest part of the day. The pool is surrounded by blooms and lush scenery, scenery you didn’t know existed in Outworld. Because, it does look barren.

·        You’re not arguing that it’s a mirage, until she strips down and asks you to join her. Everything is pleasant and cool. She asks you all about Earthrealm whilst you’re chilling in the cool water.

·        She wants to know more about you and yourself. And what better place than whilst taking a leisurely dip.

·        She’ll love lounging around on one of the balconies in the evening. Wine in hand, whilst you’re leant against her. She’ll plant a gentle kiss on your head, before asking if you’re comfortable. Very caring, because you know, she’s actually a caring person. NetherRealm seemingly forgot this shit. Let me remind them.

·        Sex with Sindel is fucking WILD. She can go from a pillow princess (Queen?) to a fucking dom in seconds. One minute she’s sat on your face, trying to stifle a moan, less anyone hear. The next, she’s got you flipped over, pinned down, whilst she attacks your cunt with her very skilled tongue.

·        You forget about the heat of the day and focus on the heat that’s pooling in your stomach for a few moments. Once you’re spent and wasted, she’ll always remark ‘I told you I could make you forget the heat my dear’

Geras. 

·        For a man that has lived an eternal life and has lived through the heats of many summers. He’s never got to experience them because of ‘Can I see the manager’ Kronika. Fuck her.

·        He can cope with the heat of the day and is pleasantly surprised when there is a refreshing breeze. He’s so happy to be able to enjoy the summer and the sunshine, without the Titan of complaints, bossing him about.

·        He’s blissfully unaware of how mortals struggle with heat.

·        When you go on nice walks, to show him more of Earthrealm, and so you can both take cute photos. He’s walking miles head, happy and curious about everything. ‘Isn’t this nice Y/N. What a refreshing breeze… Y/N?’ Turns around to see you in a puddle on the ground. Que him turning back and picking you back up.

·        He loves experiencing different cultures and will love you exploring different parts of your city and trying new things. Kronika was a bitch and didn’t give him any downtime.

·        He’s loving this new lease on life, the fact he doesn’t have to go on bullshit missions for the Elder God of bullshit and family problems.

·        He’ll love cuddling up with you, whilst you both chat, and he tells you all the stories of his life. You name a time period, and he has lived through and experienced it. Bonus if you’re doing a history degree.

·        ‘Actually, my boyfriend was there and that’s not what happened. Give me my 100% on my test’

·        He’ll be a little confused why you always take photos of him at first. Until you explain you’re creating memories. Then he’ll be constantly posing for your photos with you. He takes the cutest selfies. He’s got such a warm smile and some gorgeous eyes. You’re the envy of all of your friends.

·        When you suggest going to the beach, he’s all for it, he loves the sound of the waves and finds it soothing.

·        He makes the most impressive sandcastles. It puts everyone else’s to shame on the beach. He’s not even trying which is the best part.

·        Geras is a tall guy. So, when he wades out into the ocean, you’re stuck behind in a bit of a shallower end. He wants you to come with him, so you’re getting picked up, and he’s got you on his shoulders. Your toes skimming the waters edge. He loves hearing your laugh, and you swear you hear him chuckle when you fall in.

·        He often remarks how he’s no longer eternally alone. And it makes your heart skip a beat.

·        He loves life in the slow lane, time is no object to him, so why not take things slow?

·        He’ll prefer slow and passionate sex during the warmer months. He knows you’re warm and he wants to make sure you’re okay. So slower and softer sex is on the cards. But if you want him to fuck you rough, then he is down for that, and the man has skill.

·        Geras needs a hug and I think we need to give him one.

#Mortal Kombat #Mortal Kombat 11 #Fujin #Sub Zero #Kabal #Kung Lao #Bi-Han #Smoke #Sindel #Geras #Havik #tomas vrbada #Kuai Liang #Fujin x reader #Sub zero x reader #Kabal x reader #Kung Lao x reader #Smoke x reader #Bi-han x reader #Sindel x reader #Geras x reader #Havik x reader #Kuai Liang x reader #tomas vrbada x reader

[wendystales]

Memories - lrh (Chapter Five)

Memories (also available on Wattpad)

Chapter Four ※※※※※ Chapter Six

Noah parks the car in front of a beautiful house. My stomach churns more every second and I almost throw up when Leah opens my door. I spent the whole way rehearsing what I was going to say, but in truth, I can't remember anything and I have doubts if I will even be able to say ‘hi’.

“Well, Noah's house is down the street, we'll be there. In case it goes wrong, just call, text or shout, I don't know. We come running. Now, just in case you are okay, just don't send anything.” Leah fixes my hair and coat.

“Good luck!” Noah gives me a kiss on the cheek, before they get in the car.

I take a deep breath about five times before I press the bell. I hear the house door open and I almost pass out. Seconds later the gate opens and I feel my pressure drop slightly.

“Marnie? How did you get here?” he looks for a car, but the twins are gone.

“The wonder twins brought me.” I shrug.

“Why are you here?” he doesn't look happy or sad to see me.

“Hm, I need to talk to you. About the two of us, more precisely.” I press my fingers against each other, noticing my trembling.

“Okay, do you need help to get in?” he asks pointing to the boot on my foot. I accept the help and with support I enter his house.

I stand in the hall while he closes the door. We head to the kitchen, where he offers me a drink, but I refuse. If I drink something now, I’m sure I’ll get it out.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” he asks with a fake smile.

“Do you know.” I speak softly and awkwardly.

“About your meeting with Stephen? Yeah, I know.” he raises his eyebrows quickly, before opening a bottle of water.

“Luke …” I start, but he interrupts me.

“What? Isn't that what I'm thinking? Or was he the one who kissed you?” Luke doesn't change his tone of voice, but it still hurts. I am even ashamed to say that it was both alternatives.

“I really had no intention, he took advantage of the moment.” I try to defend myself.

“Yes, Marnie, that's what he does, what he's always done and what he's always going to do.” he look at me upset.

“Please try to understand me, I needed to see him, I needed to talk to him.” I'm starting to despair. It looks like it will come to nothing.

“The worst thing is that I understand, Marnie. I don't know how things are in your head, but if you needed it, we would arrange it, because all we want to do is help you.” he hits the bottle against the island's hail.

“I never wanted any of this to happen.” I look back at him after a while. “Both the accident and Stephen. If I had my head in place, I wouldn't have let any of that happen. Sorry.” Luke cuts eye contact and stares at the floor. “I never meant to hurt you.” I whisper. “And I will understand if you hate me for the rest of your life. Believe me, I hate myself a lot now.” I finish.

Luke lets out a humorless laugh and I notice his teary eyes.

“That's the problem, Marnie. Since I saw you, I try to hate you and I can't, you must know why.” he throws the ball back to me.

Cause he love me. I look away, not being able to sustain it. I know the answer, that's the shit. I sit on the stool facing the glass door leading to his garden. Luke sits next to me and we stay like that for a few minutes.

“I just don't want him to manipulate you, or hurt you. Marnie, I know how this story still moves you, how it is still hurt. I don't want to have to see you go through this again.” he vented, visibly tired.

I can't say anything for a few minutes. My mind spins at high speed. I review all my memories with Stephen at school, on the afternoons he took me to the beach or the pier and everything seemed perfect, like in a movie. I feel my heart race in nostalgia and longing. Even angry, even disgusted.

“When he kissed me …” I start, but Luke tries to interrupt me. “It didn't feel right. It wasn't him.” I finish quickly, returning to face him. His blue eyes look at me with a mixture of pain and hope. “I know I don't remember you and us yet, but something inside me knows and I want to hear that thing, but at the same time, I feel like an intruder in my own life. As if I were an impostor, the bad twin. In my head, I was going to leave everything the way it was, untouchable, so that when the ‘real me’ came back, everything was in place.” I vent.

It is horrible not to fit in with my own life, with my own self.

“What if doesn't come back?” he asks quietly.

“I freak out.” I shrug, making him laugh lightly. At least I made him laugh.

Of so many people at that intersection, of so many cars, mine had to be hit. In the midst of this confusion, if it had to happen, then I would prefer it to be a total blank, forget everything. Perhaps it was easier to start from scratch, than from a crucial point for what I have become today.

“What made you believe the story?” Luke asks quietly.

“I wrote in my diary, shortly after we met and probably I tell you. Everything that happened that day.” my throat closes when I remember the written words. “It was hard to believe my mother, because I know she couldn't stand him, but I couldn't help but believe me.”

“I thought you stopped with the diary.” I look at him confused “That's what you said to me, a while after you told me about the day and about the diary.”

“Did you read the diary?” I ask with my breath caught. I remember everything I said about him. I feel my cheeks heat up. This is what I haven't read all yet.

“No, you never left.” he shrugs. I breathe relieved.

We stayed in silence for a while longer. It is strange that even with all this hurricane, I feel very comfortable with Luke. My body recognizes him.

“Honestly, I'm trying to absorb everything. I'm upset with the kiss, but, deep down, I always knew you weren't to blame, but it still hurts. Deep down, we both know we need some time and I don't want to lock you up to me.” he speaks looking at the garden.

I look at him confusedly.

“Are we breaking up?” I don't know if that's what I wanted.

“It doesn't have to be an end, just a break.” he shrugs.

“Luke, a break, is a disguised ending.” again he laughs, I don't know why.

“Deep down, you're still the same Marnie, even though you feel like an intruder.” he looks at me with a smile and again, I feel intimidated around him. I look away. “I don't want to break up with you, Marnie, but I know you need space and time. Like me. It's just a break, but if you meet someone and don't want to come back… I will understand and respect you.” he explains.

So it seemed easier, meeting someone new, starting from scratch. New memories, without having to stick to the past, without trying to reconstruct everything. It looks so easy, why does it seem so wrong!?

“What if you find someone?” I ask quietly, looking at the drawings of my cast, as if that were a thousand times more interesting.

“I doubt it, but if it does, I'll talk to you first and we'll see what to do. You need to get close to the people and I don't want to be a hindrance, they are your friends too and you need them.”

I need you too, hell. I bounce mentally, without the courage to say it out loud. I know I need him, but I can't make him stay if he doesn't feel comfortable.

“Won't be that weird climate? I don't want it to be that thing just because I arrived, you have to go and vice versa.” I face him. Luke watches me for a few seconds before proceeding.

“There's no reason to be. We are fine, we always have been.” he assures me.

I roll my eyes, visibly irritated. Why does he have to be so understandable? Couldn't he yell at me and hate me? It would be much easier to go on like this.

“You can't be real.” I mumble, making him laugh again, but this time louder.

“Come here.” he gets up and pulls me into a hug.

Luke was taller. Much taller. Then it got a little difficult, without being able to stay at my tiptoes. He notices and sits back down, burying his face in my neck. I close my eyes, feeling its scent bring me a sensation, but it doesn't bring me any memory.

Still hugging him, I scan his refrigerator, seeing a polaroid of ours holding Petunia, his little dog, glued to a drawing. In art, I see Luke, me, Petunia and my brothers all holding hands and several flowers around. I soften seeing that he still keeps everything.

“ I'm sorry.” I whisper again.

“It's okay, M&Ms.” he whispers back.

I leave the embrace, feeling lighter and calmer. Luke still gives me a kiss on the forehead before I pull away completely. As good as the mood was, I was not going to push my luck, I had better go. I send a message to Leah and wait.

“Er, Ash commented on a dinner on Friday, are you going?” I ask.

“Still don1t know.” he sighs. “But it is very likely. You want me to go?” he questions uncertain.

“Yes! I would like it very much. It will be good to be with everyone.”

“Then I go.” he gives a closed smile.

“Er, before I go …” I feel embarrassed again “What about Petunia?”

“Do you remember her?” question incredulously.

“It was one of the first things I remembered in PowerPoint.” I reply shy.

“Do you remember her and not me?” he remains incredulous.

“ I'm sorry.” I don't hold it for a long time, I cover my face and start laughing, really nervous. Luke stops with his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

“Michael went to hike the observatory and offered to take her. Maybe I’ll take her on Friday.” he smiles.

“Thanks!”

I hear the car and say goodbye to him. As I expected, Noah and Leah look closely at the two of us, like two curious children. Luke helps me into the car and gives me another kiss on the forehead.

“Please take good care of her.” he asks leaning against the window.

“I don't know what you mean by that.” Noah is offended. “If you still refer to the day she tried to escape and hung in the bathroom window, it was only once! And I was busy doing my feet.”

“Wait, what?” I ask scared from the back seat.

What the fuck did I hang on the bathroom window?

“Long story, I'll explain later.” Noah counters.

We said goodbye again and left. I stick my head out of the window, waving at him.

I don't know what my future is with Luke, but I was very happy that we got it right. And, deep down, I didn't lose hope, after all, I already fell in love with him once, nothing prevents it from happening again.

“So?” Leah asks.

“We took a break, but we're fine.” I smile happily.

[...]

I leave the closet wearing a black cotton dress, because it was the easiest clothes to wear, because of the boot. The hair stuck in a ponytail, due to the heat. And without makeup, I'm not into it.

“Well?” I ask Noah, who was lying on my bed reading a magazine that I was on the cover.

“Beautiful as always. Ready?” he throws the magazine on the chair, coming towards me.

“No!” I give a nervous smile.

“Everything will be fine. Everyone is crazy to see you. You will love.” he hugs me, rocking me from side to side. “Shall we go?”

I confirm after a sigh. Everyone was at Ashton's house, ready to see me, and as ready as I felt, deep down, I wasn't.

The rest of my week was quiet, few memories, but a lot of pain in my arm, but the doctor said it would be common for one day or another to hurt. My father, my mother, Leah and Ashton came to visit me almost every day and after much conversation, I convinced my mother to return to her home. So at the end of the day, I was alone. Which is great, because I have peace and quiet to put my ideas in place.

On the way to Ashton's house, I go over some points with Noah so as not to be embarrassed, I know they are not expecting much from me, but even so, I prefer to avoid constraints.

As we get closer to the house, I feel my stomach churn. I try to snap my fingers, but with a hand in a cast it doesn't give much. When we park at the door, my legs freeze and I need Noah to help me more than usual to get out of the car.

Noah rings the bell and the laughter that filled the house ceases. Ashton opens the door and, when he sees us, opens a smile, hugging me and pulling me inside. I take his arm and follow him into the living room, where everyone is standing looking at me anxiously.

Michael. Kyleen. Calum. Luke. Leah.

“Piggy!” I shout excited when she comes towards me.

“I still can't get over it.” I hear Luke speak indignantly, but I do not answer, because I am focused on that huge and cute four-legged being.

After falling apart with Petunia, I again lean on Ashton who brings me closer to them. Luke and Leah are further behind, since she practically lives with me and I’ve seen Luke before. I stick to Ash more, like a child afraid and embarrassed to talk to strangers.

“Hi!” I wave after a sigh.

Everyone gives a bigger smile and waves back. It's so weird, the way everyone looks at me, I know they know me and that's what scares me. Ashton sits me on the couch and everyone sits around me, staring at me, like I'm an alien.

“Okay, this is getting weird and uncomfortable.” I comment by holding the air.

“Sorry.” everybody talks.

“It's just… it's weird, you don't remember anything, none of those last years?” Kyleen asks curiously.

“No, no. In fact, I remembered a few things already, but in the beginning, nothing.” I give a closed smile.

“And how do the memories come? Do you have any pain?” I turn to Michael, who looks at me impressed, as if I'm a superhero of the video games that I know he plays.

“No, no pain. Do you know when you drink a lot and have a hangover that you don't remember at first and then during the day, the memories come?”

“Yes!” everyone responds, much to my surprise.

“My God! You guys drink it, huh.” I comment scared. Everyone looks at each other with a laugh. “Well, it's like that. They start popping up in my head. Sometimes out of nowhere, sometimes because of some video, photo or text.”

“Aah” they speak in unison, again.

“Any more questions?” I control the smile. My God, they really look like kids asking questions with an adult.

“Have you remembered all of us?” I look at Kyleen again. Unlike the photos, she now has several strands colored by her long hair.

I dry swallow. How to answer that without causing it?! I had remembered almost everyone but Luke. I had no direct memory of him. If he showed up, it was like an extra, deep down, far away. However, nothing he and I. Soon who I was most curious to remember.

“So-so. Nothing too direct, but everyone has already emerged in some way.” I try to answer, without being very clear.

I glance at Leah almost shouting ‘change the focus’ and luckily for me, she understands.

“What about your arm and your leg? Do they still hurt?” she shrugs.

“Not much and I made a point of reserving a space for you.” I extend the cast of my arm and in less than two minutes, everyone is proofreading to write things.

We ended up eating right there, each with a plate of pizza on your lap. I was still watching everyone, I didn't know who I was looking at, since everyone was talking together. To Noah's happiness, I remembered his hair and again Calum and I were out of breath from laughing.

In revenge, Noah commented on the day that I, drunk, tried to escape through the bathroom window and got stuck, leaving only with a lot of butter. I cover myself with the pillow when he throws the photo, my God what have I become?!

Suddenly, my mind starts to form another puzzle.

““I take a deep breath, feeling my body, especially my head, tingling. It's already the third round and I need to win again. Also because I bet with Ashton that I beat Mike and his friend, that I have no idea who he is.

I kiss the ball and throw it in the direction of the blue cup. The ball rotates around the edge and falls into the cup beside it. I shout with the whole audience at our side, celebrating. Mike turns the glass around reluctantly, while I continue my victory dance.

His friend takes the ball and plays, hitting it too. I turn the glass over, just like Michael a second ago. I blink a few times, already feeling drunk and very light. If a wind hits, I fly away, for sure.

Kiki takes the ball and closes an eye, aiming. I don't know if it's the high and mixed level of alcohol in my blood or if it really happened, but I swear I saw that little ball going in full slow motion into their last glass, signaling our victory. Three-time champions.

I raise my arms, giving, perhaps, the biggest scream I have ever given. I hug Kyleen jumping and spinning in place. However, doing this drunk is not the best option, since in a few seconds, Kiki and I were sinking into the pool.

I come back to the surface watching Mike roll over on the floor laughing and Noah looking at us both confused and angry, as always he was responsible for us. Poor boy."”

I resolve not to interrupt the conversation about the trip to Hawaii. Michael was laughing out loud as they left that Mark alone in the market. Leah once again withdraws in regret.

“Say, the sex was very good, right? Because you stayed with him for three months, something had to be really good.” Calum asks.

“Worse than not, I pretended every time.” At once, the whole room explodes in laughter. “It was a difficult time and he was always available.” she tries to justify herself. “And so complaining about it, worse than Mark just Emery.” she points to Ashton and everyone says "uuh".

“What?” I ask lost. “Was she boring?”

“Boring? Boring?” Mike raises his voice indignantly. “Luke is boring, she was unbearable.” I hold my laughter watching Luke look at Mike in offense.

“ I'm not boring.”

“Of course it is, I don't know how Marnie put up with you and your little jokes.”

“Because you never heard hers.” Luke counters and now I feel offended.

“Hey! My jokes are not bad.” I throw the cushion at him.

“Damn the jokes, let's talk bad about Emery.” Kyleen begs sly.

“I was afraid of her. She entered Calum's house by jumping over the wall, who does that?” Mike reveals.

“Was my house a pet and the hotel room in Denmark? It came out of nowhere. But nothing beats Mitch's birthday party.” Calum raises his eyebrows and once again, everyone is laughing, remembering.

“What?” but does it cost them to tell everything at once?

Noah once again takes out his cell phone and hands it to me. The video shows me and most likely Emery, tangled in a blur of hair pulling and scratching.

“That's not me.” I say in total shock to see my face very well lit.

“Oh, yes it is.” Noah answers.

“In total anger held for four long months.” Calum complete.

I watch Luke trying to get away from her, while Jack from All Time Low, tries to hold Emery. In the background I notice Calum sitting drinking, watching everything in peace. Noah was trying to get in the middle like Ashton. Leah and Kyleen shouted angrily for me to punch Emery and Michael… well.

“Who recorded this?” I ask seeing everyone pointing Michael. I look at him in awe. “Michael!”

“You wanted me to do what? I had been waiting for this moment for months.” he defends himself.

“But why did this happen?” I hand the phone back to Noah.

“Because Emery was kind of obsessive and crazy!?” Kyleen answers quietly, before drinking the beer.

“Emery never liked you and the girls, but mainly you because of our friendship. Because we were doing yoga all day. She was very jealous and you knew it, but you stayed in your corner, didn't provoke her.” Ashton responds with a grimace, perhaps knowing that the ex affair's paranoia was nonexistent. “Until that day, Emery, I don't know, freaked out and both started to argue.”

“Until you freak out and fly on her like a lioness.” Leah completes with a smile on her face.

“My God what have I become?” I sink on the couch, astonished.

“Calm down, we didn't even tell you about the time you climbed on Calum’s roof to jump into the pool and got stuck in your pants.” Michael ‘tries’ to calm me down.

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[the-slasher-files]

My Verisons - Slashers pt 1

INCLUDES JASON

Just my opinion. Everyone interprets them differently but this is how I see the slashers. Some of this is based specifically on a certain movie in a series or could be just inspiration I’ve gotten from other writers. If you read my writing this will probably make sense of them, just seeing things from my perspective. This includes if they can talk, appearance, how you met, how/why you are together, nature/character, dead or alive or both, etc. Also please let me know if you feel the same or have different opinions! I am always curious about how others see them! 

JASON VOORHEES

appearance:

I adore the look of Jason from part 7 and Manhattan with classic elements. The size and shape perfect from those movies. However, to me, Jason would wear worn out jeans and some sort of button up with a utility belt of some kind, closer resembling the outfit from part 6. He always wears his work or hiking boots. Also probably always wears his gloves while outside

To me, Jason is more alive than dead, but just with the regeneration powers. He has very heavy scarring on half of his face that goes down his neck and side. Some wounds you don't think will ever heal still remain. On his back he is scarred by god knows what could be from defending the camp, or from the decomposition process. It looked like he had been attacked by a bear. Some wounds exposing the muscle and some you could see bone. 

His skin is a greyish colour but you can still tell there is some kind of blood flow because of his ability to get hard, plus I feel sometimes he might blush

His dick is a big one to put it frank lol. like 8 inches and thick. He doesn't have any hair down there or really anywhere.

his nature/character:

I honestly believe if you manage to get on his good side, he is such a sweet person. No matter what baggage you come with he will never judge because he was bullied and tormented. 

I feel he might have some form of mental illness because of his past and loneliness from not having anyone around. (separation anxiety, abonnement issues, maybe some depression in the winter)  

Once he has his person, he will never let go and the thought of losing you is literally crippling. It is his worst fear, so he does everything in his power to make you safe and stay with him.

He will listen to absolutely everything and try to understand everything from your perspective, except when it comes to your safety that is his number one priority even if it makes you upset.  

He is a very hard worker 

Extremely respectful of his person, whether it’s of their space or stuff, it doesn’t matter

A very gentle giant with you. I would use the expression “he would never hurt a fly” but we all know that is not the truth

I feel he might have a creative side to him, maybe it’s writing since he can’t express himself fully, maybe he can really draw, maybe it’s woodworking, I could even see him playing an acoustic guitar that he had stolen. He is completely self-taught

He is extremely curious about everything except other humans or the city

He also thinks Humans are a waste, all they do is destroy, fuck and hurt one another. Not to mention what they do to his woods

Big animal lover. I feel like he might have taken a dog once from the campers he murdered.

I think he is pretty sensitive to noise. Hates loud music or loud trucks, even if you have the tv a little loud he finds it distracting and disorienting

Extreme temper, as we know. If he ever gets mad at you he will likely walk it off, but sometimes if you push him enough dom Jason comes out. Fucking you against the wall with the machete at your neck, but after he would feel terrible. 

This leads into the next topic but he is 100% the strong, silent type - They're silent not because they have nothing to say, but because they don't have to fill up the air with words. They don't need to be looked at to dominate. They already dominate, just by looking at themselves, but they're serene about it. 

Can he talk?  

For some reason, I have always thought that maybe he could talk, but only short small words extremely few and far between. I don’t really think he can express himself fully even if he wanted to. He wouldn’t raise his voice above a low talk. If you were in danger he would never call your name or yell.

He might whisper “I love you” or give you small pet names but he would use them sparingly  

How you guys met/how you were caught:

So I have had this idea for a while, and I think it would make sense, but you have to be a brave person to be with him. So my idea is that your family owned a cabin on Crystal Lake but in the 80s when the killings began your family would never go back until you inherited it. The cabin sat for a long time, unused, rotting away. 

You drove up there to look at it, and you took it upon yourself to pretty much redo the whole thing and fix up the woodland that surrounded it. As you did this it was early spring into summer. You knew you were being watched and followed. However, you were never scared of this presence, it was almost like a protective energy. You almost welcomed it. Sometimes you could see him just watching and observing, sometimes you tried to follow him. 

Having had the cabin being abandoned it was pretty secluded and overgrown but, there were other cabins across the lake. Yours was the closest to the camp, it was still about 5 miles, but you could hear the screams in the night from teens at the camp. Being a very resourceful person you had set your own security traps and tripwires. You had even put up trail cams where you saw him walking so you could match up the times to murders. Sure enough, It was defiantly him. The killer. The murderer of Camp Crystal Lake. Why were you never afraid of him? Why had you never felt in danger in his presence? 

One day you were so tired from doing repairs, you drifted asleep while watching the clouds pass by. When you woke up he was standing there above you with his head tilted, almost making sure you were ok. Your eyes hit his and he stumbled backwards, he caught one of your tripwires. It landed him on his ass for the first time in years, caught off guard and not knowing what to do next. 

You two just stared at each other. “Hey, it’s ok. I know who you are,” You spoke to him. He had almost forgotten what soft voices sounded like. All he heard were the screams of his victims. “Jason? You are him” He was shocked. Stunned. “It’s ok” You explained seeing his confusion. 

Long before you moved out here you knew about him, heard the stories, read the news articles, spoke to the people of the small surrounding community. “Jason” you spoke again to him, not breaking eye contact. He didn’t know if he should run or just kill you to stop the conflicting feelings. The name you spoke he had not heard in years. It brought back a lot of odd feelings, pain, enjoyment, memories. 

As he sat there, you were not going to pry at him. You stood up from the ground dusting yourself off, looking away for a minute before placing your eyes to where he should have been but, he was gone. 

For months after that he would stare at you from the bushes, just observing. Sometimes he would stand close enough to touch you, but he didn’t. You never wanted to push him, so you just talk to him from the distance even if he never said a word back. It took a full year before he allowed you to touch him. Almost like a stray beaten dog, time, trust, and space were all needed, and maybe some encouragement by making your naked body visible to him through the windows.   

#jason vorhees #jason vorhees x reader #jason vorhees imagine #friday the 13th #horror #horror imagine #slasher #slasher x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #slashers imagine #slasher fanfiction #slasher fandom #my opinion #my writing #my versions #halloween

[magalidragon]

Ice is Hot Too | another drabble

Woooot, back to Madam Dany we go-- this is another drabble in the Ice is Hot Too universe, in the drabble collection Frostbite and Burns.  It’s in answer to an ask from @aenarsnow​ that I did NOT forget about, but I accidentally answered it so I can’t find the ask anymore, lol, but I did remember it!  It’s for the prompt “Prove it” and is spicy spice.  

This is set after the angst-filled drabble “Melting” I did for these beans, which is why it is sexy and also ends with some fluffy happiness.  But no, Robb isn’t in this one, maybe the next one, lol, I just love this GIF.

Jon Snow was annoying her.

She was furious with him.  Furious that he dared leave their house this morning looking the way he looked, all beautiful in his crisp tailored gray suit, his boots shiny and his curls luscious.  Furious he smelled like the mix of spearmint gum, faint scent of his e-cigarette, and the pine fresh of his shampoo.  Furious he hadn’t tugged those curls back into the knot he usually kept them in at work and they hung free around his fine face, his beard dark and rather messy as he hadn’t been to the barber for a cleanup in a week or so.  

There was also the drawl in his voice, the burr of his accent, when he spoke with Missy, Tyrion, Varys, and the other members of the company.  She left the room at one point, too annoyed to carry on.  There was the other time when he’d had to call a couple clients, dress them down for trying to pressure the boys into sexual conduct when they were not within any rights to do so if they didn’t want to.  He was so firm with them, but polite, and of course they apologized.  They just really loved her boys, after all.

She sulked, waiting for him to finish, for everyone to leave, and the door to close behind Missy, who smirked at her knowingly.  She cocked her head at her best friend, appalled she would think such things.  Who am I kidding, she knows us too well.

Jon glanced over at her across the conference room table.  She didn’t like coming to the main offices here at the tower in downtown Kings Landing, she preferred the darkness of her lair in the Dragonpit.  “I think that went well,” he said, closing his laptop.  “And we’ve secured the generous donation from Olenna too.”  He scowled.  “I’ll have to thank Robb for that one.  No doubt he convinced Margaery to convince her.”

“Hmm.”

“Before I forget, we have Arry’s school play tonight.”  He beamed, proud father that he was.  “She’s so excited, she gets to play Aegon the Conqueror.”

“Hmm.”

He glanced sideways, brow furrowing.  “What’s your problem?  You’ve been bratty all afternoon.”

“Do you ever get sick of the sound of your own voice?” she snapped.  She couldn’t explain why she was just so testy. Her mood had been shifting so rapidly lately.  Nothing made her happy.  Everything pissed her off.  She’d fucking cried when Jorah had to stop the car this morning because a fucking deer jumped across the road.

He drew back, lip curling, wolf-like.  “Do you?”

“No.”

He pushed his laptop and folders aside, drawing himself up, walking around the edge of the table, advancing on her.  “You’ve been pissy.  You want me to make you feel better?”

“You can’t,” she huffed; she wasn’t sure why.  She crossed her legs, her heel dangling off her foot.  She scowled up at him.  He was part of the problem; he couldn’t make her feel better.  Looking the way he looked.  Talking the way he talked.  She slouched further in her seat.  

“I bet I can.”

She eyed him.  “Oh?”

“Hmm,” it was his turn to murmur.  He reached up for his tie, loosening it.  He slipped his jacket off, neatly hanging it on an opposite chair and yanked off the tie.  He set it down over the jacket.  In his crisp black shirt and suspenders, he looked good enough to eat.  He smiled again, wolfish, and knelt in front of her.  He pushed her knees apart.  “I think I can.”

“Prove it,” she sneered.  

His fingers danced along her legs, reaching under her skirt.  He snapped her garters, the clasps stinging her bare skin.  She shivered but gave him no satisfaction.  He leaned down, kissing the inside of her calf, slowly stroking along the underside of her legs.  “You were like this last night too,” he murmured, his gray eyes fixed on hers, unblinking.  “Care to share?”

“No,” she pouted.  It was so stupid and she hated herself for feeling like such a foolish girl.  She sniffed at him.  “Are you going to get to it?”

“My, my, my, the dragon really is upset.”

“Put your tongue to good use then and stop talking.”

So he did.  It was never the same, she would give him that much, sliding in the chair as he teased her.  That tongue of his should come with a warning label, perhaps even a patent on it.  She needed to trademark it.  She wasn’t sure how he did it, his fingers tight on the insides of her thighs, holding her apart, one of her legs hiked up and resting on the table, the other over the arm of the chair, one heel off and the other scraping atop the glass tabletop.  She grabbed hold of her knee, for something to hold, to dig her fingers into, while her other hand clutched his curls.  She babbled in Valyrian, almost begging him, but staved off—he knew what those words meant, and she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.  

“Jon,” she exclaimed, when he edged off of her, she cried, tears trickling down the corners of her eyes, furious with herself.  He toyed with her, over and over, almost to the brink before he rocked back on his heels, licked his lips like the wolf finishing his dinner, and then dove back in again.  When his fingers joined, she couldn’t handle it, fucking his hand and riding at his face, almost slipping clear off the chair to the floor.

He moaned against her cunt, working her over, jaw moving as he suckled her clit and fucked her with his tongue, drinking up all her desire for him, and crooking his fingers along her silken walls, searching along the nerves for the ones that would send her flying.  He certainly did, her climax hard, brutal, and smothering out any sound she could make, her eyes clenched shut as she came.  

Then the tears came, but she didn’t know why.  She slipped right off the chair into his arms, sobbing against him.  “I hate you,” she mumbled into his shirt, wiping her eyes with the lapels.  “And I don’t know why, because I love you too.”

He gathered her in his arms, kissing her hair.  “I love you too, you’re just tired, come on.  You’re working too hard.”

She sniffed, attributing the strange mix of her emotions to that.  He helped her up, back into her shoes, her stockings shoved into the pocket of his suit jacket.  She leaned against him, her knees a little wobbly still.  “You proved it,” she mumbled, trying not to smile.  

He smirked.  “Thought I did.”

They left the conference room, Tyrion giving her a disgusted look, while Missandei just shook her head.  Her best friend walked with them, passing her a small shopping bag.  “I took the liberty of stopping at the drugstore and picking you up something…might make you feel better.”

“Thanks Missy.”  Dany didn’t think much of it, until they got home.  She wondered what it was.  Just some aspirin?  She opened the bag, staring into it, eyes wide.  Oh fuck.

Several minutes later, she stared at the object in her hand.  She smiled to herself, tears trickling down her face.  She hadn’t allowed herself to think it again.  Just in case…well…in case it happened again.  Why did they call this?  A rainbow baby, she thought with a watery smile, her hand pressing to her belly.  She took a deep breath and towed the test away, going to lay down.  She had to think about some things.  And they had a play to attend.

That night, after tucking Arry in, she went back to her room, Jon taking off his watch and sitting on the edge of the bed.  “She go down easy?  She was exhausted.”

“Hmm.”  She crawled across their big bed to him, kissing his shoulder, whispering.  “I love you.”

He smirked.  “Yeah?  What’d you say to me earlier?  Prove it.”

“Oh I think I can.”  She reached for the nightstand and took out the box, leaning over and dropping it into his hands.  

It took him a moment to realize what it was.  He whipped his head up, eyes wide, smile beaming.  “Really?”

“Really,” she giggled, pulling him down onto her.  “Now prove to your baby mama that you love me, Jon Snow.”

He laughed, kissing her hard.  “Oh I certainly will.”

#jonerys drabble #jonerys #reply #aenarsnow #ice is hot too drabble #spicy goodness with side of marshmallow fluff

[ears-awake-eyes-opened]

The Gift

(I’m giving some January weather ❄️ to the characters in my July ☀️. This prompt is incredibly sweet, and I realize it didn’t include a request for *coconuts*. That said, sexual content slipped into this fic regardless because ...Hayffie 🔥. Anyway, I hope the ending feels sweet enough to offset other intensities.)

***

After years of hiking up her skirts and unzipping bodices, loosening corsets and slipping them down just enough, unbuckling garters and sliding thongs to the side, they were playing now with nakedness.

Total nakedness.

It had happened a few times, and Effie was still adjusting to the sensations. The vulnerability of her skin fully against his was one thing. Her heart open to him was another.

Their first time face-to-face, unencumbered by clothing was intense. They started kissing and didn’t stop until they came, moaning into each other’s mouths. It was almost too much. The eroticism, the intimacy, the deliciousness all broke down her boundaries. Effie was definitely on board with nakedness DURING sex.

The textures AFTER still felt awkward to her. His body became a furnace, drenching her in sweat, especially when he’d been on top. And she loved having him on top. With her legs wrapped around him, she could take subtle control of the pace, the depth, their closeness.

Complete nakedness was freeing; it was also messy and overwhelming. Having sex with Haymitch had always been contending with chaos, but now...

Now.

“I need to breathe,” she gasped as the pulsing slowed inside her.

He thrust once more, milking the last drops of pleasure, then rolling off of her.

“Fuck. That was...”

“I know. ...God.”

Catching his breath, he slid his hand along her sternum, down to her waist where he curled his fingers around her side.

“Honey, don’t touch me right now. Your hands are sopping fire.”

He let go, still panting. “You’re hot too, sweetheart.”

An anxiety she didn’t understand crept over her. “EVERYTHING is wet. I need to take a shower. We need to change the sheets.”

He chuckled, “I’d say loosen your corset, but I already took it off.”

“Haymitch, don’t tease. You know this is new for me.”

He did know. “It’s kind of like taking your virginity.” He grinned. “Can’t help wanting you wet, and can’t help wanting to touch you when you’re like this.”

Effie scoffed at the notion of herself as a virgin. “That ship sailed over 20 years ago.” Lying apart, she’d cooled enough to reach for his hand and interlace their fingers. “But the sentiment is charming.”

He pulled her knuckles to his lips. “I’ve been a lot of things, but *charming* isn’t one.”

Effie shivered as the moisture evaporated from her skin. She went from hot to cold in body and emotions faster than he could flip a coin. He’d stopped trying to figure her out long ago.

“I’m going to go take a shower. Will you turn up the heater?”

“About that...” Haymitch hesitated, knowing she’d be pissed. “The heater wouldn’t turn on this morning.”

Effie sat straight up, dropped his hand and glared. He tried to stay focused on her eyes rather than the beads of sweat dripping between her breasts. His attention was divided.

“It’s January! There’s snow on the ground, and your heater is broken?! Couldn’t you have mentioned that detail BEFORE I got on the train? You could have come to my apartment instead, then we’d be warm right now!”

“We warmed up real good on our own, honey. ...Besides, the train was already halfway here by the time I woke up today.”

“So he says — an hour before we die from hypothermia!”

Haymitch reached for her waist again. His hand was still warm, and this time she welcomed the touch.

“Let’s take a shower and talk about all the things we can do tonight to prevent hypothermia.”

“You think this is amusing!”

“We have a fireplace, wood in the shed, a forest next door, and a town full of coal. This is 12. We can manage a weekend without a furnace.” He spoke gently, tracing circles on her hip.

Her anxiousness lessened, but she was still vexed at him for not waking up before noon and for not knowing how to repair a furnace. Though in all these years, annoyance had never stopped her from wanting more of him.

“The water better be warm.” She reached for his hand and pulled him up with her.

***

Effie’s teeth chattered later as she rummaged through her bag with towels wrapped around her body and her hair.

“I brought nothing warm to wear!”

Haymitch lazed on the edge of the bed, avoiding the spots where the sheets were still damp. “What about the 5 layers of clothes I took off when you walked through the door?”

“That’s outside attire.” Effie was miffed by his unyielding ignorance regarding even the most basic matters of fashion. A pair of leggings was the best she could find. “I wasn’t exactly planning on wearing much inside.”

“Sorry the furnace fucked up such a fine plan.” He was enjoying the view of her wearing nothing but towels, but he didn’t want her shaking, at least not from cold. “Let’s get you warm. Look through my drawers and wear anything you want. I’ll go make coffee and build a fire.”

Effie looked wary. She was all too familiar with the limits of his wardrobe. Though she did slip on his shirts when he left them at her place. They smelled like him and felt like him and, though she wouldn’t admit it, they helped ease the loneliness she always experienced after he’d gone.

He caressed her ass through the towel. “...Or you can just wear this all evening. You choose.”

She turned her head and kissed him as he passed her on his way out. She just got here, and she hated the loneliness she was already anticipating at the thought of leaving tomorrow. She refused to waste this time together fuming about a broken heater.

She closed each drawer quickly after opening it. “All your clothes are grey!” she hollered downstairs, “Grey is not even a color!”

He muttered under his breath, “Grey is too a goddamn color.” Then he hollered back up to her. “Feel free to stay in the towel!”

She opened the drawers again and dug deeper, determined to find something she hadn’t seen at first glance. A white sleeve poked out from between layers of grey. Effie pulled out the shirt and recognized it immediately, though she hadn’t seen it in years. He’d worn it the night before the third Quarter Quell — the first time he kissed her, as she was falling apart.

She slipped it on now over bare breasts and snuggled up in the memory and the scent of him. The shirt was soft and thin. She needed another layer, a sweater maybe. She kept digging.

In the back of the bottom drawer she felt something velvet and silky. A blazer perhaps? Reaping Day attire? Why would Haymitch of all people hold on to something like that? As she pulled it out, she realized it wasn’t a jacket but a shawl — a red velvet shawl, embroidered with swirls of golden thread and trimmed with silk. The fabric was old, smooth and beautiful. It smelled like cedar laid over memories.

Effie felt a degree of reverence as she slipped the shawl over her shoulders, hoping it wouldn’t fall apart. The construction proved to be sturdy, clearly hand-sewn by a talented seamster.

What meaning did this have for Haymitch to keep in a dresser in his bedroom? “Look through my drawers and wear anything you want,” he’d said. Could he possibly have meant this glorious piece of art? Effie intended to find out.

A pair of his thick woolen socks completed the ensemble with her leggings, his shirt, and the shawl. Effie blow dried her hair, and applied light layers of mascara and lipstick. Then she followed the fragrance of coffee downstairs.

The house was already warming up from the fire burning in the hearth. Haymitch was mixing their coffee with shots of bourbon and spoonfuls of honey and cream. With his back to her he asked, “Did you find some color?”

“That depends... Is this okay?”

***

He turned around and saw her.

He flashed back to winter mornings in the Seam when coal burned in the stove of his childhood. As the house grew warm, his mother would take off her shawl and drape it across the back of the rocking chair. His little brother would toddle out in footed pajamas, climb up in the chair and wrap up in the shawl.

“Careful, dear, that’s precious to Mama,” she’d say, “But not as precious as my boys.” She’d kiss Haymitch on his forehead as he brought eggs in from the goose house. “Wipe that snow off your boots before stepping off the mat. This house may not be much, but we don’t need to be entirely uncivilized. Then she’d sit with his brother in her lap and rock him a few times until the griddle was hot enough to fry the eggs.

When these kinds of memories showed up, they usually kicked him in the teeth, but Effie looking all beautiful softened the blow. A swallow of bourbon helped too.

“I wasn’t sure...” Seeing the pain now in his expression, she felt she’d made a mistake. “I can go change...”

He crossed the kitchen in three steps, kissed her forehead, then buried his face in her hair. He held her tight, and she returned the pressure of his embrace, feeling how much he needed this connection. She held him in silence, asking no questions.

“This is precious,” he said, not letting go of her.

“The shawl?”

He pulled back just enough to see her face, and nodded. “...But not as precious as my girl.”

My girl?... My girl... The words echoed in her chest. She felt them pushing and drawing out something new. “...Me?”

“Nobody else, sweetheart.”

For once in her life, Effie was speechless.

“No expectations,” Haymitch clarified, “I just don’t wanna feel this shit and pretend like I don’t.”

She’d loved him from her earliest memories, all the while pretending with other words and fucking other men who didn’t matter.

“I don’t want to pretend either.” She tasted the whiskey on his tongue. There was nothing simple about this. “I don’t want to be naked with anyone else. I don’t want anybody else inside me.”

He wanted to be inside her again, right now, on the sofa in front of the fire, but there was more to consider. “Are you warm enough? Did you eat on the train or are you hungry? Peeta brought over some fancy things.”

“Come here,” she said, easing away from him and moving toward the counter. She added a few items to the platter of Peeta’s croissants: butter, a knife, and the jar of honey. “Bring the drinks and follow me.”

Haymitch put the bottle of bourbon in the crook of his elbow and held the mugs of coffee in his hands.

She led them to the sofa. Mind reader, he thought.

She pulled an end table between them and the fireplace and laid down the platter. Before he could set the drinks beside it, she chastised him. “Coasters!”

“Coasters?” Fuck. She always did know how to delay a mood. “Not sure where they are.”

Effie went back to the kitchen and searched the cabinets for saucers. Those would substitute in a pinch. “We might be without central heating, but we don’t need to be entirely uncivilized.”

The coffee was still too hot to drink, so she curled up next to him on the sofa. He traced the golden swirls down her arm, caressing her through the velvet. “This shawl was my mother’s.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “I wondered.”

“She sewed all of our clothes.”

“She was an incredible seamstress. This stitching is remarkable.”

“Nobody’s worn that in 30 years. ...I wrapped up in it once, after they were killed. But the memories were too painful, so I put it away. Never took it out again.”

“Haymitch...” She covered his hand with hers. “If I’d known, I never would have... Should I put it back?”

“No, honey. Such a pretty thing shouldn’t be in a drawer. You’re giving it life again.”

“Life has these ways of sleeping, you know? Sometimes I think there’s nothing left, and then suddenly it’s filling me up again.”

I feel it when you’re here, he didn’t say.

I don’t want to leave tomorrow, she didn’t say either.

They weren’t pretending, and they weren’t being entirely open either. Nakedness takes time to reach its full expression.

***

The next day Effie folded the shawl and laid it at the foot of the bed. She dressed in her layers of *outside attire* and took the train back to her heated apartment and her sleeping life.

She unzipped her bag and found inside a brown paper sack, haphazardly crumpled shut. On the outside, Haymitch had written, “Stay warm.”

Effie opened the sack more carefully than it had been closed. She pulled out a piece of notepaper folded in half. On the front he’d written, “For my girl.” She flipped the paper open, and the note within read, “It’s yours. Thanks for making me feel alive. — H”

She knew what she’d find at the bottom of the sack. Red velvet swirling with gold. She could barely see it through her tears. It held fragrances now of coffee and whiskey, croissants with honey, and Haymitch’s hands on her. She slipped the shawl over her shoulders. It was almost too much.

It was perfect.

#yep #i’m crying #hayffie #hayffie fanfiction #effie x haymitch #haymitch x effie #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #thg #thg fanfiction #the hunger games #hunger games #post-revolution #district 12 #effie in red #too much #HayffieFics

[bisexualdaemon]

Cellophane (Plus Size!Reader)

a/n: so this is a plus size!reader blurb...I’ve never written one of these before...probably because it hits super close to home. but it’s inspired by “Cellophane” by FKA twigs. it’s also inspired by a conversation I had awhile ago with @bluerroses while I was reading Neighbors by @zankivich about what people would say if they saw Shawn with someone who did not meet societal expectations of what a man like him should deem “attractive.” anyways here it is. my heart in a blurb.

warnings: societal expectations of women’s bodies, fluff

They're waiting

They're watching

They're watching us

They're hating

They're waiting

And hoping

I'm not enough

He sits in the third hotel room in five days and stares at his phone screen. His name sits in the search bar, like it usually does, an innumerable number of 240-character messages to scroll through with his tag attached. Most of them feature pictures of him walking with you down the street a couple of days ago after brunch. It was the first time you’d been photographed together. He cringes.

 #ShawnMendes out to brunch with his body positive friend

#ShawnMendes : body positive ally? 

All of them assume he’s just your friend. They laud him for deigning to be friends with you. What would they say if they knew he’d made you come three times last night? That he deigned to kiss you till he turned breathless? That your soft curves, your full breasts and thighs make him feel whole? He scoffs at being some kind of hero when the truth was that you saved him. 

“Hey, baby,” you come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, “whatcha lookin’ at?” The mattress dips when you crawl behind him and peer over his shoulder. 

“Oh, those are cuter than I thought they’d be,” you look at the pictures, your soft, rounded stomach filling out the maxi skirt you’d been wearing, your thigh peeking out of the high slit cut into the side of it, with just a little strip of skin showing beneath your favorite Virgin Records crop top. It was a fucking fierce outfit. 

Shawn makes an irritated noise, somewhere between a grunt and a scoff. 

“Excuse you! I think they’re adorable and look at that outfit! Fucker, look at that thigh!” You nudge him with the thigh in question and he reaches back and squeezes it. 

“It’s not that…” he exhales in a burst and you tense, ready for him to up and run. You both knew you were being photographed that day. Photographers in LA are hardly inconspicuous with their giant fucking zoom lenses and Midwestern dad attire, complete with cargo shorts and hiking boots. But you’d taken it in stride. Shawn had wanted to hide, not to make you a secret, but to keep you from the scrutiny. You’d assured him there was nothing to hide from. Scrutiny was your constant bedfellow in a world that didn’t accept bodies that looked like yours, especially with someone that looked like Shawn. 

“It’s just….I don’t understand why people assume we’re just friends,” he scrolls down a few tweets, to a picture where you’re clearly holding his hand, “even this one says, ‘Mendes Cute and Affectionate with Friend After Brunch’.” You lean your head on his shoulder and sigh, taking his hand and massaging his knuckles, tense from anger and frustration. 

“Shawn, we knew this wouldn’t be easy,” you press a kiss to his cheek and he leans into it, “we’re not supposed to be together. The idea that you could be attracted to me is unthinkable to them.” He tips his head against yours and leaves it there for a few tender moments. His breath steadies against your face, his pulse relaxing, slowing to his normal athlete’s rhythm. He pulls back and kisses your forehead on the spot he’d just been touching. 

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know,” he traces lines connecting the sun-kissed freckles on your shoulder with his fingers. 

“I do know,” you take his face between your hands and look him in the eye to make sure you’re serious, “I don’t need them to tell me that. I don’t need them to tell us what we are. Neither should you, because fuck them. They don’t know shit.” 

He takes another couple of deep breaths, letting your words sink in. Like lightning, a spark bursts in his eyes. He takes his phone and taps his camera app open. He smiles and points it at you. Your eyes widen and your hands rush to cover your face when the shutter noise clicks. 

“Shawn! What are you doing?!” After the first couple of pictures you loosen, laughing and falling back against the plush hotel sheets. Your towel rides up, turning these impromptu photos into a full boudoir shoot. He pauses and bends down, placing two gentle kisses to each of your thighs. Everywhere he touches feels like a live wire. Feather light on bits of uncovered skin, trailing upward across your soft stomach, kissing up the valley between your breasts. 

He buries his face in your neck, drawing a laugh from you and he follows, descending into giggles that send deep vibrations from his chest, ricocheting off your skin. It makes you warm, heat pooling just beneath your skin and coursing between your legs. Your eyes close and a moan escapes. He knows exactly what he’s doing. 

His lips find your temple and he stays there, lifting up his phone to snap one last photo. When you hear the shutter, your eyes open wide. 

“Shawn, what are you doing?” Your voice is low, just above a whisper. You have an idea of what he’s about to do and you need to hear it from him before you’ll believe it. He’s sitting up, playing with the lighting in the photo, making it black and white—all that artsy shit he’s picked up from Josiah and Connor. In it your eyes are closed and so are his and his lips are pressed perfectly against your temple. Your hair is all half-dried and sticking up at strange angles and you’re sporting a bit of a double chin but none of that matters because it’s so fucking clear that he loves you that how you look is the last thing anyone could ever notice about the photo. When he’s finished, he looks back at you like a kid on Christmas morning, all flushed with exhilaration. 

“I’m gonna post it.” The words spill out of him, like he’s been waiting to do this. Like he’s been waiting to publicly declare it for weeks. Like he wants to burst out of the shadows and flood his life with all your light. Tears well in your eyes. 

“Are you sure?” you whisper, not realizing how much you want him to say yes. 

“I’ve been sure for awhile now.” He’s smiling with all his teeth, setting up the post and typing a quick caption. He tags you and your breath catches, “are you sure?” 

“Baby, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” 

He pushes the post button and throws his phone on the couch across the room, leaving it to blow up with notifications and texts. He’s too busy kissing you to care about the reaction. Too busy worshiping your body and making sure you know that what he wrote in the caption of the photo of you together is his only truth: 

I fucking love my girlfriend ❤️

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[fandomoneshots-imagines]

Knives Out (Natasha Romanov x Reader)

This is part two of the kink mini series. Updating from my phone and will do further editing and links later!

Summary: The reader is sent on a mission and things get heated.

Warnings: implied smut, quick mention of drugs, sadomasochist relationships (with both Nat and Reader), knife play

PART ONE (Steve’s Kink)

I sat in the meeting bored out of my fucking mind. I didn’t want to be here. I don’t think anyone of us wanted to be here. I flipped the knife in my hand, letting the handles flip through my fingers, tuning out the secretary of state.

“Excuse me, Y/N,” Secretary Ross cleared his throat, “Are we boring you?”

I looked around the room, looking for someone to help me out. I made eye contact with Sam who mouthed lie.

“Whaaaat?” I drew out, “This is the most interesting meeting ever.” Sam slapped his head and Bucky choked on the water he just took a sip of. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nat cover her smile with the folder we were given at the start of the meeting.

“Can you tell me anything that I’ve said in the 10 minutes that I’ve been here?” Ross asked, leaning forward to brace himself on the table.

“Yeah you said thanked us for coming. And then you asked if I was bored.” I gave him a triumphant grin.

“Anything between that?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Something on something that we need to take care of?” I guessed, flipping the knife shut. Secretary Ross dropped his head.

“This team will be the death of me.” He mumbled under his breath, “You, Romanov, Rogers, and Barnes will be going to Colombia. Intel about weapons trafficking from a cartel. You four are going to stop it.”

“Ah, Colombia. Great coffee, great drugs, beautiful women.” I leaned back in the chair, drumming my fingers on the table.

“What was that?” Ross looked up.

“Beautiful women?” I looked at him weird. Tony had his hand folded over his mouth to hide his laughter but the shaking of his shoulders gave it away.

“No, before that.”

“Oh, great coffee?” I questioned. Steve turned around in his chair, taking great interest in a picture hanging on the wall

“No, the other thing.” Ross’ jaw clenched.

“Ah, Colombia?” I tilted my head. The folder Nat was holding was shaking, trying to keep in her laughter.

“Get out of my conference room. All of you. Rogers, you’re in charge. You leave tomorrow.” Ross fell back in his chair and we all left in a hurry.

“I swear, Y/N, you’re going to get grounded again.” Sam laughed as we filed out of the room.

“Oh please, if I was grounded you all would have no way of getting in with locals anywhere. People love me.” I rolled my eyes.

We piled into two separate vehicles, riding back to the Avengers compound. The four of us going on the mission rode in one together, going over the file that we received.

“So, it looks like the weapons are moving through a local bar.” Bucky read the folder. He was sitting in the front seat, riding shotgun with Steve in the driver’s seat. I was reading my folder, flipping my knife once again, but actually paying attention this time.

“We don’t have much of a window. The bar is an open air bar so we’re exposed from everywhere.” Steve added.

“How much of a window do we have?” Nat asked, watching me from the corner of her eye.

“We have a five minute window to stop the movement of 4 crates of weapons.” Bucky read from the file. I flipped through and noticed pictures of some of the men that may be facilitating in the trafficking.

“Nat and I can handle the men. You two handle the crates.” I flipped my knife closed. Nat’s head jerked towards me.

“What?” A chorus of voices asked.

“What what?” I looked back and forth between them, “I’m coming up with an idea to distract the men.”

“I do believe I’m the leader on this one, Y/N. I’ll come up with a plan.” Steve eyed me from the rear view mirror.

“Ok, then you and Bucky can use your femininity to seduce the men and Natasha and I will grab the crates.” I challenged. It was silent in the car for a few seconds.

“Steve, she -,” Bucky started to say.

“Don’t say it Bucky.” Steve let out a sigh.

The next night Natasha and I were at the outdoor bar in a very hot Colombia. I was wearing a black dress, that hit right below my knees. Natasha was wearing jeans which were tight but also easy to move in, and a flowy tank top. On my body was a multitude of knives. I had two on either side of both of my thighs, two down the down the back of my bra, and a few others hidden on my body. Nat also had two knives down in both boots she was wearing. Plus one gun on either hip, hence the flowy tank.

“Three men are standing on the right side of the bar.” Steve said through the ear com device.

“Two men at my 10 o’clock.” Bucky informed.

“One at our 7 o’clock.” Nat mumbled to the glass in her hand. I watched her as she took a sip from her glass and her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

“Let’s dance.” I stood up from my chair and took her hand. All around us people were dancing. I heard two voices of protest but Nat stood up and followed me to the makeshift dance floor of the open air bar. The music played loudly and I pulled Natasha close to me, switching both of our coms to mute. “You remember that night a few weeks ago.” I said, leaning in to talk in her ear. I slowly moved my body against hers, moving her hands around my body.

“How could I forget?” She grinned, moving her body with mine, “We couldn’t get enough of each other. My favorite part was when I had you squirming under my body.”

“Hmm,” I hummed, pressing my body more into hers, “My favorite part was when you were squirming under me.” I leaned in gently brushing my lips against hers, our bodies grinding together in rhythm with the music.

“The guy that was at your seven is moving in closer.” Bucky said through the com, “He’s at your 12 Nat.”

Natasha’s hand slowly moved down my body and hiked one of my legs up over her thigh, her hand slowly moving up under my dress, sliding one of my knives out of its sheath. Her pressed her lips hard against mine and threw the knife, no doubt hitting the target with a kill shot.

I licked her bottom lip and gently but it, causing a moan to fall from her lips, and pushed my tongue in her mouth, “Two men from the bar coming your way, coming from your 12, Y/N.” I heard Steve say through the com unit.

I slowly slid down Nat’s body, sliding the two blades from Nat’s boots. I stood back up, wrapping my arms around Nat’s neck, the two knives expertly hidden, “You know your marks are starting to scar up.” I smirked, flicking both of my wrists, watching both knives land center target and grinned as they dropped to the floor.

Nat moved down the top of my press, pressing a kiss to the forming scar at the swell of my breast, “Fuck,” I smirked hearing Bucky whisper through the ear piece. “Uh, o-only three targets left. I-If you can get the other guy by the bar to move Steve and I can get in.”

I turned in the direction of the bar and turned in Nat’s arms. She slowly moved her arms up my body, biting and kissing my neck. I smirked making eye contact with the loan man by the door and moved my hips more dramatically to the music and wrapped one of my arms back around Nat’s neck. She bit down on one of the older scars she once left on my neck, causing a moan to pass through my lips and my head dropping back against her shoulder.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” She whispered against my skin, “I can’t wait to leave more scars on you tonight.” The fingers on one of her hands moved up to my throat and the other one pressed right against my pelvis, not quite cupping my sex. I kept eye contact with the man at the bar and opened my mouth in another soft moan, bucking my hips against her hand. That small movement made the man move away from the door he was posted at and move in our direction. I held my hand out for him as Nat slipped one of the blades from my bra. Over the man’s shoulder I watched Bucky and Steve slip through the door. Once the man close enough for our fingers to touch I pulled him to him, impaling him on the knife that was not stuck between my arm.

The man looked down at where the knife connected our bodies and looked back up at me. I placed my hands on his cheeks and softly kissed his lips before pushing him off, letting his body drop to the floor. I turned around, taking the knife from Nat, wiping the blade off on my dress.

“Come on. The faster we finish this, the sooner we can get back to our room.” I smirked and grabbed her hand, dragging her towards the door the two super soldiers slipped through. As we entered the room both Steve and Bucky had a crate rested on both shoulders.

“So you guys got everything covered. We’ll just be leaving.” I turned to walk back out the door.

“Not so fast. We still have to make it to the car.” Steve smirked. “You two can have your fun in a little bit.”

I groaned as Natasha handed me one of the guns she had holstered on her hip. I hated gun, hated the sounds they made, and hated the feel of the recoil. Didn’t mean I didn’t know how to use one though. We slipped out the door, Nat and I leading defenses.

The four of us moved through people with stealth, at least as much stealth as you could have with two six foot men, carrying large crates on their shoulders.

“Sixth man coming up on our right.” Bucky said. I didn’t want to draw attention by shooting off the gun and pulled a knife from the sheath on my thigh. As soon as the final man got close enough, I threw it landing the knife in the center of his chest, keeping my eyes straight ahead of me looking out for any potential threats

“That was so hot,” Nat mumbled, making me smirk. We got back to the truck and the two men put the crates.

“Are we done now?” I groaned.

“We’re done. You two go do whatever it is you want to do. We’ll coordinate with the team to get these weapons destroyed.” Steve waved us off. Natasha grabbed myself hand and the two of us ran to the hotel we were staying at. We got back to our room and was immediately pushed against the door, soft hands pushing my dress down.

“How fucked up is it that we get turned on like this during missions?” She brushed her lips against my pulse point.

“It’s super fucked up.” I chuckled and pushed her back towards the bed, stepping out of the dress that was pooled at my feet, standing only in my strapless bra and underwear. I quickly removed Nat’s clothing like she did with mine and just stared at her body, then smirked and moved to straddle her hips.

“Where are you thinking of putting your mark tonight?” Nat’s hands ran up my sides, her fingers brushed the underside of my breast.

“I almost don’t want to. Your body is perfect babe.” I said, licking my lips, “But I do have an idea.” I smirked moving down her legs, slowly kissing up her thighs. One of Nat’s hands tangled in my hair, gently pulling at it. I moved over to the other thigh giving it the same attention and slipped one last knife from the thigh sheaths.

“Don’t move,” I bit her left thigh and flipped the knife in my hand like I was holding a pencil. I slowly started marking into her skin, watching as blood pooled out of each cut, taking shape of my initials. Once I was finished with my masterpiece I place soft kisses on either side.

“It’s perfect.” She smiled sitting up, kissing me hard, quickly shifting her weight and hovered over me.

“Just thought since I had your initials, you should have mine.” I panted as she kissed down my neck, smiling as she kissed her healing initials on my left breast, like how she had done earlier in the evening.

“I love you Y/N.” She brushed her lips over mine, brushing her thumb over my cheek, “I know we can’t actually get married because of how much of a risk it could be but this means just as much to me.” Her hand slowly made its way down my body, pushing my bra down as she went.

“I love you too Natasha. One day we will get married though.” I moaned softly as she slowly began rubbing my clit.

“Most definitely,” She mumbled against then roughly sucked on my neck, “But until then, I’m going to show you exactly how much you mean to me.”

_________

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[feycreature]

Every other multiple of 2 as well as all prime numbers.

u are. mother fucker.

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

coffee mugs. i have so many. 

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

lollipops but i dont eat sweets much to begin with

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

bubblegum

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

i prefer to not drink soda

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

somewhere between goth and grunge side note what the fuck is boho

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

FLOOR HOCKEY. my sophomore year we cut our hockey unit short by a week because the Str8 Boys got mad that they didnt understand hockey and my team kicked ass

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

lunch.

13. lanyard or key ring?

i dont have keys.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

this is hard bc i dont eat sweets and i dont like chocolate much to begin with. im gonna go with starbursts

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

doc martens but theyre hiking boots

18. ideal weather?

60 degrees, sunny, not windy, maybe a little rainy.

19. sleeping position?

side, mostly

22. role model? 

i try to live a life that would make taliesin jaffe proud

23. strange habits?

oh there are so many but the only one that comes to mind is blowing into cups when i take them out of the cupboard

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

oh fuck i love swimming. but i havent swam in years. and probably wont get to until i get top surgery. so im gonna go with jet skiing because i can actually Do that

29. best way to bond with you?

i was gonna say share music with me but. the real answer is play dnd with me i am not joking

30. places that you find sacred?

other peoples’ homes. thats not my place to Be thats not my place to interfere with i Hate being in other peoples homes. our last two store meetings have been at my managers’ houses and i HATE knowing where my managers live and i HATE that ive been in their houses and sat on their furniture and eaten their food that is Their Space im not their friend i do not belong there

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

any t shirt, ripped black jeans, tall docs with too many buckles, black denim jacket i turned into a vest with safety pins along the shoulders, an assortment of spiky accessories, probably eyeliner

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

my dad forces the o’reily’s jingle into my brain on a daily basis

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

duffel bag

38. lemonade or tea?

arnold palmer babey

41. last person you texted?

u, dork. altho if we’re talking actual phone number texting, then my mom

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

it depends what it is. if its something im definitely using and will be annoyed for sure if i leave in my jacket like my phone or wallet it goes in my pants pockets, if its something im temporarily holding or wont use any time soon like pens/my inhaler/pads/change it goes in my jacket

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

comfort and my actual wardrobe says jean jacket, but my heart and aesthetic say bomber jacket

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

sweatshirt and underwear.

47. favorite type of cheese?

gouda i think

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

learning that one of my coworkers had a crush on one of the clowns from barnum and baileys and stands by it followed immediately by another coworker chiming in with “okay but teenage simba was HOT”

53. what is the current state of your hands?

cold and scabby (my tattoo is still healing)

54. what did you learn from your first job?

dont work in a warehouse. just dont.

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

i can draw, i can sing in front of people, id like to think im a good dm, and im apparently good enough at navigating customer service that in my year and a half at starbucks only ONE customer has ever complained about me and it was over something i said that she misheard

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? 

i was going to say “based on what i say the most itd be okie dokie” but thats a lie by that logic it would actually be “hi! what can we get started for you?”

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“If I could pull the blood of you from my veins, I would.” -vex, critical role

62. seven characters you relate to?

OOH OKAY THIS WAS A LOT HARDER THAN I THOUGHT ITD BE

weiss schnee (rwby)

rabbit (steam powered giraffe)

wolf (kippo and the age of wonderbeasts)

scorpia (she-ra)

aubrey little (the adventure zone)

beauregard (critical role)

ruby rose (also rwby)

66. favorite flower(s)?

lillies!

67. good luck charms?

a collection of randomly found foreign change in my jacket pocket, a pretty d10 that was accidentally included in one of my dice orders in my Other jacket pocket

70. left or right handed?

so. im right handed. but im naturally left handed. my granny was one of those people who thinks left handed people are the devil so she forced me to use my right hand, so i default to using my left hand but its absolutely useless

71. least favorite pattern?

FUCK PAISLEY.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

i know that this Means like mint chocolate or pineapple on pizza or something but. toffee nut and peppermint starb syrups. nobody believes me that its good except the supervisor that got me to try it. its good i swear.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

about a 6 unless its a prescription. if i can stand im gonna suck it up

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

im rly paranoid about foodborne illness so i Have to go with gas station coffee even tho im a little bit of a coffee snob

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

jokes on u i dont have either!

82. pc or console?

pc is this even a question

83. writing or drawing?

drawing

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cookies

89. who would you put before everyone else?

buster.

90. luckiest mistake?

the other day i made a drink wrong and more complicated that it needed to be and the moment i realized my mistake someone came through the drive thru and ordered the EXACT drink i had just made by mistake 

94. favorite season?

fall, hands down

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

exactly one and its mine

98. favorite historical era?

romantic.

#nick speaks #motherfucker. #pull-like-hematite

[missvalerietanner]

tagged by @jmhwriterblog​ and yeah, ‘course I’m gonna do writing stuff ;p

Rules: Answer the questions and then tag as many writers as there are questions answered (or as many as you can) to spread the positivity! Even if these questions are not explicitly brought up in the novel, they are still good to keep in mind when writing.

FIRST LOOK

(using The Seven Kings, ‘cause that’s what I’m wrapped up in right now)

1. Describe your novel in 1-2 sentences (elevator pitch)

The brutal assassination of a king sparks the partnership between a hated half-breed hungry for revenge and a well-educated prince whose father arranged said assassination. 

2. How long do you plan for your novel to be? (Is it a novella, single book, book series, etc.)

Editing the first book right now. Still need to finish its ending. And I was so excited, I might have already started to write the sequel... ‘bout two solid chapters in so far. AND there’s enough happening that it’d probably be a trilogy. 

3. What is your novel’s aesthetic?

I... suck at this question every time I see it.

I guess... I’mma have to go with redemption. 

4. What other stories inspire your novel?

Legend of Zelda for sure, mainly inspiration for the diverse kingdoms and people. And then, I dunno, there’s probably a little bit of every fantasy movie and book I’ve ever seen/read tucked in this story somewhere. 

5. Share 3+ images that give a feel for your novel

clicky - takes you to WeHeartIt

MAIN CHARACTER

6. Who is your protagonist?

Valerie Tanner and Eli Orphesis (named him during my Greek obsession)

7. Who is their closest ally?

They gain several throughout the story, but the main two are Roderick, a rancher and old friend of Valerie’s (practically a second father to her), and Elyn, one of the queen’s handmaidens who joins them on their journey. Oh and then Aaron pops up later, and he’s an old ally of Valerie’s as well. 

8. Who is their enemy?

Mainly: Darrean Orphesis (yep, Eli’s dad)

9. What do they want more than anything?

Valerie wants revenge for Garrett’s death, and Eli wants to forge a path to his own future, a future not doomed to exist in the shadow of his father.

10. Why can’t they have it?

Valerie: gaining revenge changes nothing; Garrett’s still dead, and she’s still an outsider

Eli: he has to grow up and learn who he is without his father’s title protecting him, and there are a LOT of tough lessons on the road ahead for my boy. 

11. What do they wrongly believe about themselves?

Valerie believes she’s completely alone and useless. She believes her life is worth little, and that spending her life in service to better people/better men is the best she can do.

Eli ... is pretty arrogant, so his are kinda negative. He believes he’s untouchable, that he’s immune to certain feelings (like pity and loss). He thinks he has all the answers.

12. Draw your protagonist! (Or share a description)

Valerie: 28, 5′8″ (172 CM), weighs 135 pounds (yes, I did), lean and muscular, smaller-than-average bust size, wavy brown hair that ends between her shoulder blades, deep/dark brown eyes, Caucasian, Ossa tattoo on her upper left arm (all black ink), muscular stomach, narrow hips, fit legs, covered in old/faded scars from battle and/or training, wears: black trousers that fit tight, knee-high boots, a fit undershirt to keep the girls pinned down and covered (;p), and a loose white overshirt to keep her cool. 

Eli: ~26, 6′2″ (188 CM - people of his race are tall as fuck), blue skin (similar to Oxford blue but a hair lighter), black hair that is a bit shorter than shoulder-length and he keeps it in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck (sexy!), bright golden eyes, muscular and well-built, hands lack callouses (only trained, never fought), no scars or wounds, wears proper royal clothes like a prince should (tunic, trousers, knee-high boots, waistcoat, the works)

PLOT POINTS

13. What is the internal conflict?

Learning to accept help, realizing that people are more than their pasts or their titles and especially their race

14. What is the external conflict?

A power-hungry king and his massive army of well-trained, well-armed soldiers who are all purebloods, so they all have magical abilities.

15. What is the worst thing that could happen to your protagonist?

For Valerie, losing the people she loves who she tries to protect. She’s watched so many die. She tends to be pretty self-sacrificing because she’d rather jump in harm’s way and die if it means saving someone else. (She has some self-esteem issues as well, so wanting to be someone’s shield makes her feel useful, and therefore, good. She also values others’ lives over her own.)

For Eli... Failure’s a big one for him. He’s probably afraid to die, but I’d say failing and letting down those around him is worse. His mother went to great lengths to make sure he was cultured and well-educated, so with all his knowledge, if he fails, yeah, that’d probably be what would crush him more than anything. 

16. What secret will be revealed that changes the course of the story?

Probably the reveal of Eli’s power. He was never trained as a child like he should’ve been (for reasons!), and so since he’s a pureblood, his powers developed on their own. He’s powerful but uncontrolled, so his abilities start leaking out, so to speak, on their own.

The reveal of what his power actually is, is a good moment. It’s subtle, but as each of the other characters begin to realize just how much power he wields, they also start to realize how REAL everything is becoming: like the war, their chances of survival, etc.  

17. Do you know how it ends?

Yes. I know the jist. I know what I’m aiming for. How I get there, I dunno, and what’s said or done when we get there, I dunno. 

I know which port I want to dock in. Just not what it looks like. 

;p

(I swear I am not drinking.)

BITS AND BOBS

18. What is the theme?

Hmm... unity for sure, redemption’s a big one, some focus on equality, but I’d say mostly it’s about people finding their place in the world by following their own intuitions rather than falling into the role provided for them or forced upon them. 

[cue Disney music]

19. What is a reoccurring symbol?

Valerie has a tattoo on her upper left arm that marks her as a member of Ossa, so basically an outsider. After what happens in the opening chapters, she keeps the tattoo hidden whenever possible. But its meaning causes some tension with... basically everyone she meets. 

...there’s probably others, but I can’t think of any that don’t require a lot of explaining... and I was pretty vague on the tattoo for reasons.

20. Where is the story set? (Share a description)

In the country of Nubrya (hate the name, can’t find one yet to replace it). It’s the border country on a massive continent and is encircled by three (possibly four or five... haven’t finished plotting the map) other countries to its east, west, and north. The south of Nubrya is open to the water. Its eastern edge rises into steep cliffs overlooking coves dug into the mountain side to house the nation’s ships during the winter. The western border levels off into desert. The north is rocky terrain, isolated, and sitting on a raised plateau, so every step from the heart of Nubrya upward is a hike. And to the northeast, there is a massive mountain range, upon which one of the Seven Kingdoms sits. And to the east/southeast (before the cliffs) are the farms and vineyards of the country.

Every type of landscape and temperature zone and climate is represented. 

21. Do you have any images or scenes in your mind already?

Since the first book’s finished except for a few scenes and the final fight leading up to the already-written ending, most of the scenes are already down on paper. The second book, however, oh, boy! I have SO much planned and cannot wait for the willingness to write it down. XD

22. What excited you about this story?

I originally wrote this story back in high school. As you can tell by my username, I’ve kept the characters with me through the years. :] Recently (meaning last year, I think), I got to thinking about the original story from high school (titled: “The Unknown Soldier,” I think), and I missed it. So I dug out the original copy, started reading it, and by about, oh I dunno, page 2, I was ready to hang myself ‘cause the writing was THAT BAD.

But the plot was a good one. The characters were half-developed, but they had the potential to be so much better. So I remolded them, fleshed them out, added a ton more characters, revamped the settings, added MORE settings, dumped in a whole bunch of emotional turmoil, updated some names, increased the stakes tenfold, added more magical/fantasy elements, and landed these characters in a MUCH better story. 

A lot about the story excites me, but to know I revitalized an old story, pried it off the gurney, and zapped it back to life--a life better than the one it had before--that excites me. :]

23. Tell us about your usual writing method!

Frantic. Messy.

I write scenes as they come to me. Stitch them together later with transitions, and edit to fix any time lapses or to plug in missing information. I do outline, but they look like this:

Guy does this thing. it’s cool, but not too cool. Then girl finds out. And note for later: the girl’s really a guy. OH! And remember by scene five to put in a live rooster or else the whole chicken joke won’t make ANY SENSE. End with badass scene with knives. RESEARCH: knives.

Hey, I just made that up on the spot. Welcome to my brain.

But that’s the basic idea behind what my outlines look like. XD Except, I do usually write my outlines in ALL CAPS and important items are bolded or highlighted. But that’s a minor detail.

Rooster.

...

Thanks for reading if you made it this far.

NOW GO WRITE! (or tag yourself and do this. T’was fun.)

#seek the seven kings #stsk #writings #ask #missvalerietanner #favorite

[what-happened-to-agent-georgia]

GRENADE

I heard it was Femslash February, so I decided to write a thing. Also on AO3.

Pairings: Ohio/Sherry

Characters: Ohio, Sherry, Idaho, Iowa

Word Count: 1707

Warnings: Canon-Typical Language/Violence

Summary: In a base with rapidly dwindling supplies, Ohio does her best to find a Valentine’s gift for Sherry.

When Idaho asks what Ohio’s doing for Valentine’s Day, she laughs in his face, spraying him with water in the process. She doesn’t feel too bad, even as he grimaces and wipes off his glasses, because he’s the one that made her laugh in the first place. So there.

“I’m sorry, my plans?” Ohio manages.

“Yeah,” Idaho says, wiping his sleeve across his face, “Your plans.”

“I don’t know if you noticed, but we are literally stranded in the middle of nowhere,” Ohio snorts. “And you and Iowa are… not my type.”

Idaho rolls his eyes and takes a bite of his MRE. They’re sitting in their base’s only breakroom eating breakfast. Iowa has yet to make an appearance, which is slightly unsettling. He never oversleeps, so Ohio’s next thought is he’s got something up his sleeve for Valentine’s Day.

The thought of Iowa surprising her and Idaho wipes the grin clean off Ohio’s face.

“Look,” Idaho says, swallowing. “We both know you and Sherry have a thing, so let’s skip the part where you deny you’ve got something cooking.”

“I don’t know. What you’re talking about.” Ohio tilts her mug back to take a swig of water and remembers she spit the last of it at Idaho.

Idaho opens his mouth to respond but he’s interrupted by—

BANG!

“Uh oh.” Iowa’s voice drifts in through the vent above them, followed by a cloud of black smoke.

“What did you do, Mike?” Ohio shouts at the ceiling. She and Idaho both scramble to their feet, praying the building isn’t about to fucking collapse.

Iowa’s voice echoes through the ventilation system.

“I was trying to surprise you but there’s way more spiders up here than I thought there would be.”

“What was that noise?” Idaho asks, even though they all know the answer.

“I, uh, threw a grenade at the spiders,” Iowa replies. “Yeah, they’re all dead now, don’t worry!”

Suddenly the sprinklers kick in, dousing Ohio and Idaho and soaking the breakroom.

As Ohio pushes away a dripping strand of hair stuck to her face, she figures this is probably karma for getting Idaho earlier. She glances over at Idaho. Water covers his glasses, and he reaches beneath the lenses to massage his eyes, resigned to his fate.

“I’m, uh, gonna go get ready for my date,” Ohio says, and she sprints from the room.

Behind her she hears Idaho slip as he tries to catch up to her.

“I fucking knew it!” he calls out after her.

Pretending not to hear, Ohio skips off to her bunk.

#

Idaho did ask a great question earlier, Ohio thinks, toweling her hair off.

What is she doing for Valentine’s Day? Aside from trading chocolates in grade school, she’s never really celebrated it before. Never had the chance to.

There isn’t anything around the Triplets’ base worth mentioning—no chocolate, no construction paper for making cards, no candy hearts. Ohio frowns at herself in the mirror. God, she sounds so freaking childish. Candy hearts?

“You’re a goddamn adult, Ohio, you—you’re a Freelancer… ex-Freelancer… for Christ’s sake,” she scolds herself, leaning up against the counter and glaring at her reflection. “Think of something romantic, like, uh, shit, diamonds?”

Diamonds are supposed to be romantic, right?

Ohio snorts. Romantic, maybe, but ultimately worthless. And unattainable. The closest thing to diamonds—to gemstones in general—out here is the snow.

And yeah, lots of people do romantic things in the snow—write messages declaring their love, snow ball fights, building snow people, stargazing. If Ohio puts her mind to it, she can definitely think of something to do with the hundreds of miles of snow outside. But it’s too cold to make anything out of the snow, and any messages she might write will be blown away by the wind from hell.

Also, Ohio fucking hates winter, which makes being stranded on a perpetual winter wonderland the worst thing to ever happen.

Of course, Ohio thinks, shimmying into her armor, getting stranded here was also the best thing to happen to her.

“Ugh, there’s gotta be chocolate energy bars or something around here,” Ohio groans. Pulling her helmet onto her still-damp hair, Ohio sets out to scour the base for something to give to Sherry.

#

In the end, there are no chocolate energy bars, so Ohio settles on the last unopened jar of peanut butter. If there was one thing Ohio had expected not to find in the supply crates in their base, it was peanut butter, but the Triplets have absolutely demolished it. People with more self-control might’ve rationed it out, but Ohio, Iowa, and Idaho have never been known for their superb self-control.

On the lid of the peanut butter, Ohio draws a heart in black permanent marker. She frowns, inspecting her work.

A little lopsided, and the lid is green, so the color of the heart is kind of weird, but it’ll do.

With a sigh, Ohio scribbles a little message in the center of the heart, caps the marker, and tucks the jar of peanut butter under her arm.

She switches on her coms and says,

”Idaho, Iowa, I’m, uh, gonna do some recon. Hold the fort until I get back, okay?”

“Recon? Or Reconfession of your love?” Idaho shoots back.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ohio scoffs. She’s been saying that a lot lately.

“Yeah yeah,” Idaho says. Ohio can hear the smile in his voice and her face goes hot.

“Remember not to taste anything you find because you might get your tongue stuck,” Iowa cautions.

“Thanks, Mike,” Ohio sighs.

She flips off her coms, grabs her gun, and ventures into the frozen wasteland outside.

#

Heart hammering against her ribs, Ohio makes her way through knee-deep snow towards Sherry’s base. Even in armor she feels anxious, naked, not just because she doesn’t have Idaho and Iowa watching her back, but also because she doesn’t have a jeep. That extra layer of metal and bulletproof glass might not be super effective, but it makes Ohio feel safer.

Oh, and the fact that she’s bringing a jar of peanut butter with a crooked-ass heart on the lid to the woman she has a huge crush on might have something to do with the sudden hike in her anxiety.

“You can do this Vera,” she mutters to herself. “You’ve fought creepy aliens, and, and made it into Freelancer, and survived for like two years on this godforsaken planet. Delivering a message? No problem. Deep breath, let’s go.”

Ohio reaches the foot of Sherry’s base as she finishes her pep talk. She looks up at the cold, metal wall, and swallows. Taking a shaky breath, she starts towards the entrance.

“Hold it right there, hot shot!”

Ohio squeaks and jumps back. Looking up, she sees Sherry, clad in armor, aiming a sniper rifle right at her.

She called me hot shot, Ohio thinks.

“What do you want?” Sherry shouts down to her.

“Uh, oh nothing,” Ohio babbles, “I just wanted to give you this!”

She holds up the jar of peanut butter and waits as Sherry peers through the scope of her gun. Her eyebrows furrow, and Sherry pulls away from the scope and frowns.

“Peanut butter,” she says, suspiciously.

“Yes, peanut butter,” Ohio agrees. She wishes her heart would calm the hell down, the whole planet can probably hear it.

“What for?” Sherry asks. The sniper rifle lowered a little.

“For, uh—”

Suddenly, any ounce of courage Ohio was hanging onto whooshed out of her body and she feels her knees start to give. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck….

In one fluid motion, Ohio brings her arm back, tenses, and chucks the jar of peanut butter at Sherry.

“GRENADE!” Sherry shouts.

With reflexes that would put the top Freelancers to shame, Sherry takes aim and fires at the peanut butter.

It explodes in a shower of glass and lumps of sticky peanut butter. Ohio’s heart sinks, but she doesn’t have much time to regret just how badly she fucked this up because Sherry’s turned her gun on Ohio now.

“Well, bye then!” Ohio calls before whirling around and taking off back towards her base. She hears shots, but they all land half-heartedly off to her left or right, sending up a small puff of snow each time.

Ohio bursts back into the base, keeling over as she tries to catch her breath.

Both Idaho and Iowa are waiting for her, and once Ohio is done wheezing, Idaho pipes up.

“So, how’d it go?”

#

Sherry wasn’t expecting it to, like, actually be peanut butter. She feels guilty as she fires at Ohio, doing her best not to catch the ex-Freelancer in the legs. Once Ohio is out of sight, Sherry sets her sniper rifle down and sprints down to the entrance of the base, nearly knocking Terrill down the stairs next to the mess hall.

She bursts out into the cold, grateful for her armor, and makes her way toward the carnage.

Her boots crunch on a combination of snow and glass as she inspects the damage. Sherry imagines the smell of peanut butter is overwhelming, but she’ll never know for sure.

A round, green object off to the left catches her eye, and Sherry strides over to take a closer look. Reaching down to pick it up, she realizes it’s the lid to the jar, somehow undamaged from getting shot midair.

Then she notices there’s something written on the top, and squints to get a better look.

There’s a little heart drawn on it in black marker, and in the middle of the heart is a message.

Happy Valentine’s Day or whatever, sorry all I have is this peanut butter, Iowa ate all the chocolate energy bars.

Sherry feels her heart skip as a grin splits her face.

Taking the lid inside, Sherry places it next to her bed.

Ohio’s upped her game, she thinks. Time to return the favor.

She doesn’t have any peanut butter (which is, in retrospect, her fault) but she’s pretty sure Terrill’s got some chocolate’s hidden somewhere.

Sherry blows a kiss at the Valentine’s lid and rises to her feet.

“Get ready to have your freaking socks, blown off, sweet cheeks,” she says.

#h writes #rvb #ohsherry #fluff #this is just fluff #i love my space lesbians #ohio #sherry #rvb fic

[bogb0ng]

Excuse me ma'am, we're going to have to see you answer 1-100.

Yessir! 

1. I always have more milk than cereal! (i’m basically a child) 

2. I love the cold on my cheeks but 9i don’t like th burning sensation after too much 

3. Scraps of papers sometimes i just fold the page corner

4. I take my coffee with just creamer and my tea i take black! 

5. Absolutely not! i love my smile and i’m very happy 

6. i do! i have a cactus at home and I have an aloe plant in my dorm room 

7. not really thats a lot to remember 

8. I use poetry, drawings, and writing to express myself. sometimes song lyrics 

9. fun fact I hum all the time if you listen really closely! if im really comfortable i’ll sing 

10. I sleep on my Tum! also wrapped around a body pillow because i get lonely at night 

11. we don’t have any yet! 

12. PLUTO! (viva la pluto fuck you!) 

13. talking to my friend Hunter 

14. it’s probably your typical open concept brick warehouse type flat 

15. a shot glass filled with neutron star matter would weigh as much as mount everest! 

16. I really like cajun chicken fettuccini 

17. either blonde or ginger 

18. I used to pretend to be married to my best friend in kindergarten... i guess thats one 

19. I’ve been wanting to keep a journal for a while, but i just can’t 

20. oddly enough I really like deep brown/hazel eyes, but also blue!

21. sadly that bag was retired long ago after the straps broke years ago, but i had a green turtle backpack with spikes all over it! 

22. NOOOO I’m very much the person who convinces you to get back in bed and snuggle 

23. walk around pantsless eat yummy snacks, binge watch netflix and  play video games all day! 

24. Yes, but sadly she’s in Alberta and we rarely get to talk, but she knows everything 

25. oddly enough i trespassed into my cousins old property to hot tub. 

26. A pair of brown boots my mom bought me (they look like hiking boots) 

27. Spearmint!! 

28. sunset! because then i get to watch the moon rise 

29. they check up on me

30. yes. petrified 

31. I love really fuzzy socks! i sleep with them when my feet are cold (which is apparently always right now) i have tons of wool socks, but like 2-3 pairs of normal socks.

32. I’m like never awake past 2 am so i don’t have any stories im sorry!

33. I really like cupcakes!! 

34. I still have him!! I named it Bubby.. it kinda looks like a mouse crossed with a bear?? and it has this rattle inside it.. idk i still have it somewhere and i love it 

35. I love them! but i don’t buy them ever because my writing is very messy and I don’t have anyone to send my pretty stationary 

36. City and colour mostly

37. my rooms a mixture of messy and clean at times 

38. I hate rude people! especially when people fake not knowing who i am or ignoring me.... and petty people 

39. black... most of my wardrobe is black lol

40. I have a bracelet from pandora that i lost and never found..... I’m really sad because it had all these charms that were sentimental to me :( 

41. the new harry potter cursed child book!! I was so into it!

42. I don’t but i guess timmies is cool

43. no one. i watch the stars alone most nights because no one will with me 

44. actually i’m feeling serene and at peace right now for some reason! 

45. yes. but also no because they can lead me astray 

46. I’m not very good with puns sorry!!

47. any kind of animal testicles 

48. Heights and falling from them.... yes i’m still terrified 

49. I never actually bought a CD 

50. I collect teeth... like the metal ones i’ve made in lab! (i work in dental) 

51. Slow hands.... (don’t ask me why) 

52. hewwo (i hate and love it) 

53. LOVEEEEEE rocky horror is my fave

54. myself....

55. straight up chugged some hot sauce 

56. a heart of gold, a sweet smile, a good sense of humor and a sense of the world 

57. It makes me feel good and of course~! go hard or go home 

58. Julians the vodka (aunt) and Ash is the wine (mom) 

59.the lochness monster actually! 

60. Anything from Neil highborne 

61. an already owned batman figurine i gave to my brother when i was 5 and i received a selfie stick.... 

62. yeppers!! either orange juice or cranberry raspberry juice 

63. i just leave em be 

64. pitch black right now 

65.Yeah I’d love to see Devon tbh 

66. probably big yellow sunflowers because i’m happy rn 

67. I love them! i feel at home oddly

68. very cold and covered in snow. YAY CANADA

69. i actually don’t like board games i prefer card games! 

70. no and i dont wanna 

71. I really like a tea called sweet lime 

72. yesssss!!! 

73. i bite my nails when i’m extremely anxious 

74. lets see they’re very kind and caring. they care about me no matter what mood i’m in they don’t talk with me often, but i always feel safe when i talk to them. 

75. i have a golden retriever! his name is crash and he’s a goofball!! 

76. studying 

77. PINK! OMIGOSH!!!! 

78. hateeeee

79. told me i was cute

80. white :( no i didn’t get to choose 

81. the dark spot/circle where a knot used to stick out of a tree on a stained coffee table 

82. not the greatest, but i try 

83. everything from imagine dragons 

84.yess!!! i want tree rings and plants 

85. i used to! archie comics all the wayyyy

86. eh no

87. rocky horror, a clock work orange, lord of the rings

88. banksy i like a lot 

89. i was a lot more when i was younger, but i’m struggling since we butt heads from time to time it feels 

90. CN TOWER THAT IS ALL

91. scotland!! i want to see my heritage 

92. DROWN ER IN CHEESE 

93. hair in a bun or down in my messy curly mop 

94. chris was! 

95. i’m going on a halloween haunt friday night and studying the rest of the weekend!! 

96. procrastinateee lol i hate updates 

97. ISFP, Capricorn, Hufflepuff 

98. it’s been a long time, but i love hiking so much!! i love being alone in nature 

99. hunter, chris, robin, brendan, josh, katie

100. probably 5 years into the future? im always wondering what the future holds for me so  yeah! 

[ald-x02]

actually pls do all of them ily

JAEBIEUVUVIUEVEUBV here u go my love

sunflower: if there was a door that went to a city that was a good representation of you, what city would it be and would you go through the door? i actually hate cities, too crowded and noisy. but i’d choose miami, for obvious reasons

pink: sunsets or sunrises? sunsets

freshly cut grass: are you an early riser? if not, is this because you stay up late? nah man i hate waking up early. i’ll only wake up early if my body just naturally wakes up early. i do, in fact sleep late

journal: would you dye your hair if you had the opportunity? why or why not? ALREADY HAVE. i’ve dyed it purple, pink, purple and pink at the same time and then purple and blue. i want to dye my hair completely blue this time and another time pastel pink

painting: in what ways are you creative? well i do paint, draw, etc. i also daydream way too much. i think that keeps me creative; i also try to get idea from the people i see and surroundings.

waves: is there one music genre you can’t listen to? country

writing: do you write letters? if not, would you like to be? i think writing letters is so cute. i’ve actually written a few letters for my friends for their birthdays. i should actually write more because i’m more expressive with my feelings in writing despite how bad i am at writing.

waterfalls: describe your perfect date. lol i’ve never been on a date but i’ll try answering this to the best of my abilities. um if it’s a first date somewhere nice and quiet where we can both learn more about each other. but honestly i have no idea

freckles: what’s something that makes you happy? describe the first thing that comes to your head. drawing is usually the first thought. but i haven’t drawn since march

dimples: would you rather be inviting on a hike or a night out? night out. im a night owl and i like going out at night

blushing: describe a rad person you know. i know a lot of rad people. @cluelesslester @the-princess-of-the-crystal @rabba-boot @batkid-timdrake these people make me happy :)

watercolour: talk about something someone you are interested in can do that never fails to make you find them attractive? I’M NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE ATM idk i just have small crushes on too many people 

pine: if you could only smell one scent for the rest of your life, what would it be? cotton lol

pink eyeshadow: pasta or pizza? PIZZA

icy: homemade or takeout? both. i can’t choose between those two

rosè: what’s your opinion on shyness? i’m very shy so i know how hindering it can be. shyness is something i wish i didn’t have because it’s very difficult to talk to people, ask questions, and simple things like that. 

clouds: list your top 5 songs at the moment and how they make you feel. look at the songs below. these songs makes me want to jam the fuck out and dance

silk: list songs you listen to for a jam. these songs are always changing so top 5 songs at the moment are: Endless Summer Symphony by Kyle, All I wanna do by Jay Park, Champion by Fall Out Boy, Perm by Bruno Mars, and Bullshit by G-Dragon

white sheets: where’s somewhere you would love to travel to? why? dude i wanna travel EVERYWHERE. i wanna visit so many places and just experience being in a different city, country, entire continent; that’s one dream of mine. 

black nail polish: what do you do to pamper yourself? i use face masks from time to time but i usually just stay in bed and listen to music 

hidden beaches: do you prefer to hang out in a big group or one on one? one on one. i recently went with a group of friends to a museum but almost the entire time i kept going off by myself. it was a small group but i just rather be alone or just have another person beside me, that’s it

crossed fingers: using no negative words, describe your hair. very short, very curly

mocktails: cold weather or hot weather? cold weather

#mine #HELLO THNK YOU #I LOVE YOU SHREYA #HERE YA GO #cluelesslester

[elrieltinuviel]

All the questions :)

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? Maybe a little shorter like 5′8″. 6′ is far to fall lol2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) MOTHERFUCKING DRAGONS or a Samoyed!!!!!!!3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? Comfortable. I wish I could wear nicer clothes, but I can’t (yet)4: What was your favorite video game growing up? *Smash voice* Super Smash Brothers Melee!!!!!!5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: Food, home, and honestly @dontmakemekickyourass and @ladyofthecampfires pretty equally6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? Warning: Boring AF7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]? clearly we didn’t read this through haha8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] Melancholic9: Are you ticklish? Hella :/10: Are you allergic to anything? pollen I think?11: What’s your sexuality? Asexual12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? Cocoa! :D13: Are you a cat or dog person? Yes14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Elf? I’m Tolkien trash haha15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? Dodie Clark maybe? I’m not sure16: How tall are you? Just about 6′17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? I already changed it twice haha. But this time I really think my name fits me. So I mean legally I’d change my name to Elriel :p18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] Way too much! I’m not sure anymore, dad doesn’t have a scale in the apartment. But I was like 262 when I left home, now I think I’ve lost weight?19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? Ye!20: Do you like space or the ocean more? Spaaaaace!!!!!21: Are you religious? Ehh, not really. I have my faith but I’m not into praying and such22: Pet peeves? I have a few, but I can’t think of any off the top of my head23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? I’m already pretty nocturnal, but I’d rather be diurnal. Makes life easier24: Favorite constellation? Big dipper. Back home I could always use it as a direction teller. And using it and another constellation (whose name I don’t recall) You can always find the North Star25: Favorite star? All of them?!?!?!?!?!26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? I don’t understand27: Any phobias or fears? Hella. Spiders, heights, small spaces, elevators, being alone forever...and more28: Do you think global warming is real? Yes????29: Do you believe in reincarnation? Not really30: Favorite movie? Lord of the Rings31: Do you get scared easily? I get NERVOUS easily... scared, depends32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? 3! I don’t remember one, I was an infant when he tried to kill me lol33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.] Good posts, not an asshole 9/1034: What is a color that calms you? ? No idea35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? Western Massachusetts. Or Canada! I like the cold. But I’d like to travel all sorts of places! I wanna visit my mom’s family in South Africa36: Where were you born? Central Massachusetts37: What is your eye color? Hazel. Usually brown, sometimes more green38: Introvert or extrovert? Introvert39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Sometimes40: Hugs or kisses? Yes.41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? A few people. @dontmakemekickyourass @almostthere-nevergiveup @ladyofthecampfires @imgonnathrowup @twistinyourveins 42: Who is someone you love deeply? My friends! I love alll of them!43: Any piercings you want? My ears, maybe the other side of my lip someday? Probably gonna have to get my left nipple redone T.T44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? Yeah! most of the time45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? Sadly, I used to smoke cigars. And I used to smoke weed but I honestly miss that. But it’s not legal here in Texas :/46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! SHHHHHH47: What is a sound you really hate? The lady upstairs walking around at 3:30 in the morning48: A sound you really love? storms49: Can you do a backflip? lol no50: Can you do the splits? I used to almost be able to, but no51: Favorite actor and/or actress? I don’t have one52: Favorite movie? Lord of the Rings movies53: How are you feeling right now? hungry54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? Something flamboyant! Or something! I don’t know! 55: When did you feel happiest? Its been a long time.56: Something that calms you down? Cuddles and gr9 food57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] Ye. Depression, anxiety, ADD, ADHD, and I don’t think this counts but I may or may not be some hella weak form of autistic? Idk though58: What does your URL mean? I was hella into DW and I’m always hella into Tolkien. So a Timelord in Valinor59: What three words describe you the most? Hungry, tired, kind.60: Do you believe in evolution? Ye61: What makes you unfollow a blog? Racism, posts that I find annoying over a long period of time, I once unfollowed someone for reblogging my shit all day every day for a week. My phone was just blowing up constantly. I think I actually blocked her?62: What makes you follow a blog? Depends. Food blogs with recipes that seem interesting, my aesthetic, good shitposts, I followed @dontmakemekickyourass because I thought they were cute and they’re ace like me. Now they’re my best friend63: Favorite kind of person: Good. Kind. Understanding. An asshole but not in a bad way64: Favorite animal(s): Dogs! :D and cats! and sneks! and a bunch of things!65: Name three of your favorite blogs. @dontmakemekickyourass @polyhedralprincess @ladyofthecampfires66: Favorite emoticon: I can’t do this on my computer, I’ll do it on my phone after67: Favorite meme: I don’t know68: What is your MBTI personality type? ISFJ69: What is your star sign? Libra70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? I don’t have one :(((((((((71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? Comfy ones. Jeans and a shirt that doesn’t stick to my belly72: Post a selfie or two? Nope. I haven’t showered today.73: Do you have platform shoes? Nope74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I’m trying to learn Sindarin Elvish75: Can you do a front flip? nope76: Do you like birds? Sometimes. Depends on the bird. (Not geese)77: Do you like to swim? Sometimes. It’s been a while78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? Swimming, I’ve forgotten how to ice skate lol79: Something you wish didn’t exist: Donald Trump80: Something you wish did exist: Dragons81: Piercings you have? My lip and my nips82: Something you really enjoy doing: cooking!83: Favorite person to talk to: @ladyofthecampfires84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? “This is stupid”85: How many followers do you have? 21586: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? HAH maybe?87: Do your socks always match? They aren’t matching right now, but usually yes88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? Nope. I’ve never been able to.89: What are your birthstones? Opal and tourmaline90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? A FUCKING DRAGON91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? A potato flower?92: A store you hate? Hollister93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? 1 and then I get heartburn immediately94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Fly95: Do you like to wear camo? NO96: Winter or summer? Winter!97: How long can you hold your breath for? Only a few seconds now98: Least favorite person? Donald Trump99: Someone you look up to: People taller than me100: A store you love? Elite Ideas Trading101: Favorite type of shoes Comfy shoes. Hiking boots maybe102: Where do you live? Texas :/103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? Nope104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? Sapphire. Not sure why105: Do you drink milk? No106: Do you like bugs? Not usually, depends on the bug107: Do you like spiders? FUCK NO108: Something you get paranoid about? spiders in the house?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!109: Can you draw: No :(110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? “So if you’re asexual, why bother getting a sex change?” Thanks Mom.111: A question you hate being asked? “So you’re like a plant, right?”112: Ever been bitten by a spider? Not that I can remember113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? Yes!114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Depends on the temperature115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: 116: Favorite cloud type: Fluffy ones!117: What color do you wish the sky was? I’ve never thought of this before118: Do you have freckles? No :/119: Favorite thing about a person: Their personality if they’re kind.120: Fruits or vegetables? Yes121: Something you want to do right now: Hike a mountain122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? Sky123: Sweet or sour foods? depends on the day/food124: Bright or dim lights? In the middle125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? I’m a magical creature, so yes126: Something you hate about Tumblr: TERFs127: Something you love about Tumblr: my lovely friends128: What do you think about the least? I don’t know, I don’t think about it much129: What would you want written on your tombstone? I don’t want a tombstone, I wanna be a tree when I die130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? Donald Trump131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? My love of food132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? usually133: Computer or TV? Computer134: Do you like roller coasters? nope135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? Motion sick, yeah :/ if I’m trying to read in the car136: Are your ears lobed or attached? detached137: Do you believe in karma? kinda138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? 5139: What nicknames do you have/have had? ET, El, Cash, ATM, and many more140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? I don’t recall141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? Ye142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? I try to be a good influence143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Both144: What makes you angry Hate that isn’t deserved145: How many languages do you speak fluently? 1 :/146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? Girls/NB’s147: Are you androgynous? nope148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: My eyes149: Favorite thing about your personality: I’m generally kind150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. Honestly any of my friends151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? I like medieval times, but I’d just wanna visit152: Do you like BuzzFeed? I guess153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] N/A154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? Not usually155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? Sometimes, if they’re okay with it156: What embarrasses you? Me157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: A great deal of things. Life158: Biggest lie you have ever told: I’m a straight, white man159: How many people are you following? 324160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? 39,015 on this one, 81 on @godsilovefood and 1,017 on @elriel-starprincess so 40,113161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? None162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? 781163: Last time you cried and why: 2 Weeks ago. I was homesick and it hit me all at once164: Do you have long or short hair? Short165: Longest your hair has ever been: Shoulder length. I miss that166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religion? Religion is fine, extremists aren’t167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? It’s interesting, yeah168: Do you like to wear makeup? Never have169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? Not anymore170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?  yeah

[stonerkat96]

Bored so just gonna do em all lol

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? I love being tall but short girls are cute so really idk 
2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) dragon 
3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? Uhhh, i wear like a bunch of different styles, so idk alternative maybe. 
4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Barbie as a little girl, there was this cool computer one, n then grand theft auto san Andrés lmao
5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: I hate this question, smoking, J, and what I'm gonna do with my life 6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? Warning, always honey and like things to be very specific /always asks questions 7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]? -----
8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic].... i don't mean to be bland but, what? 
9: Are you ticklish? No, and yes, sometimes ? 
10: Are you allergic to anything? Lol jalapeños, codeine and bees 
11: What’s your sexuality? Straight, a little bi curious also intimidated by females
12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? Coffee or cocoa
13: Are you a cat or dog person? Both theres no in between 
14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Im already an elf, so there. 
15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? I guess Jenna marbles i don't really you tube much 
16: How tall are you? 5'8
17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? I honestly don't even know 
18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]. 125 lb
19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? 👻👻👻👻👻
20: Do you like space or the ocean more? The ocean 
21: Are you religious? Not really
22: Pet peeves? Silverware scratching together, inconsiderate people, people with no manners, bad drivers, dramatic people, preppy attitudes, 
23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? Diurnal i love summer 
24: Favorite constellation? Gemini 
25: Favorite star? North star idk actually 
26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? Yes and no 
27: Any phobias or fears? I fucking hate moths not so good with heights 
28: Do you think global warming is real? YES HOW IS THIS A QUESTION 
29: Do you believe in reincarnation? I have no idea 
30: Favorite movie? Oh god, the sound of music is what first comes to mind, I'm sure here many more. 
31: Do you get scared easily? Depends?? 
32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? 9 
33: Blog rate? ------------
34: What is a color that calms you? Bluueee
35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? Canada, Germany. 
36: Where were you born? Vancouver Washington, usa 
37: What is your eye color? Hazel, brown 
38: Introvert or extrovert? Introvert that tries extroverting 
39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Yes lol
40: Hugs or kisses? Hugsss but lovee kisses
41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? Too many to list 
42: Who is someone you love deeply? Alexander 
43: Any piercings you want? I want my septum back, wish i had to tits to pierce my toung n nipples. 
44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? Duuh 
45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? Ive smoked cigs but quit and i smoke hella kron
46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! 
47: What is a sound you really hate? Metal on metal metal on glass the sound of people yelling 
48: A sound you really love? Moans, rain, kitten mews 
49: Can you do a backflip? No :( 
50: Can you do the splits? No 👺
51: Favorite actor and/or actress? Ugh whats her face 
52: Favorite movie?.... really 
53: How are you feeling right now? Kinda dumb lol 
54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? Purple or blue 
55: When did you feel happiest? Omg i don't know uhhh 
56: Something that calms you down?food, bongs, sex, animals, hugs, 
57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] no ? Not real ones lol 
58: What does your URL mean? Anchorite is someone who secludes themselves away due to religious reasoning and ailurophile is someone who loves cats so basically i seclude myself away for cats. Idk i was young when i made this. 
59: What three words describe you the most? Sweet, goofy, homebody 
60: Do you believe in evolution? 
61: What makes you unfollow a blog? User is extremely fake, out for the fame mostly 
62: What makes you follow a blog? Cute, energetic, stoners, artistic, relative content to what i post etc
63: Favorite kind of person: happy kind funny energetic out going but not too popular 
64: Favorite animal(s): turtles cats dogs 
65: Name three of your favorite blogs. @northernmanhood is the only dirty blog i like lmao then @brianna-n-s and @littlewriterman But honestly i have loads of favorite blogs 66: Favorite emoticon:❤️😘🌷😊
67: Favorite meme:i don't have one 😋
68: What is your MBTI personality type?what ???? 
69: What is your star sign? Gemini 
70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? Yes but shes getting old
71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?leggings and a t shirt for comfort and in the summer shorts and belly shirts 
72: Post a selfie or two? I have posted many selfies
73: Do you have platform shoes? No I'm tall enough don't wear heels 
74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I was born missing half my ear and a bine, causing me too be deaf until i was 7 and had a procedure done :) 
75: Can you do a front flip? Yes on a trampoline but i cant land it lol 
76: Do you like birds? If there far away and i cant hear them lol 
77: Do you like to swim? I love to swim 
78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? Swimming for sure
79: Something you wish didn’t exist: depression 
80: Some thing you wish did exist: fair healthcare in the usa 
81: Piercings you have? None rn
82: Something you really enjoy doing: hiking, smoking, playing video games. 
83: Favorite person to talk to: my best friend mariah 
84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? Must have lol
85: How many followers do you have? Like 350
86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? I doubt i could run a mile 
87: Do your socks always match? No lol 
88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? I mean you're not supposed to lock you knees but yes 
89: What are your birthstones? Pearl and alexandrite 
90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? A black cougar 
91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? A tulip 
92: A store you hate? Walmart 
93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? Uh idk ive never tested it but usually one or two 
94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Fly, reading minds would be destructive 
95: Do you like to wear camo? Not a hunter so no 
96: Winter or summer? Summmmmeeerrrrr
97: How long can you hold your breath for?1 minute lol baby lungs 
98: Least favorite person? Lets not go there 
99: Someone you look up to: i cNt think of anyone
100: A store you love? H&m lol
101: Favorite type of shoes boots
102: Where do you live? Oregon
103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? Nope 
104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? Amethyst or blue sapphire 
105: Do you drink milk? I loove milk 
106: Do you like bugs? No what who likes bugs lol 
107: Do you like spiders? Really no lol
108: Something you get paranoid about? Police! Not being attractive to my partner 
109: Can you draw: yeah i can 
110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? This question 
111: A question you hate being asked? Do you have a job 
112: Ever been bitten by a spider? If you haven't you're one lucky bitch 
113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? Absolutely love
114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Sunny. I love clouds. 
115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: j. Alex
116: Favorite cloud type: rain cloud ☁️ in the sunset 
117: What color do you wish the sky was? The color it is 
118: Do you have freckles? No
119: Favorite thing about a person: personality 
120: Fruits or vegetables? Fruits
121: Something you want to do right now: go to the beach 
122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? Damn good question. The sky 
123: Sweet or sour foods? Sweet 
124: Bright or dim lights? In between 
125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?unicorns!!! Lol jk
126: Something you hate about Tumblr: blogs that reblog your pictures with nasty captions, and you cant report posts 
127: Something you love about Tumblr: the posts 
128: What do you think about the least? Lol 
129: What would you want written on your tombstone? Lazybonez
130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? No one atm
131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? My face 
132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? Sometimes
133: Computer or TV? Computer
134: Do you like roller coasters? Yesss
135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? Nopeers
136: Are your ears lobed or attached? Lobed??? 
137: Do you believe in karma? Sometimes
138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? 6
139: What nicknames do you have/have had? Sunny. Bug, kyrie, ky ky. Ky kyie 
140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? Lol I used to 
141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? Therapist in HS
142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? Both just depends on my mood lol 
143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Giving 
144: What makes you angry RUDE PEOPLE 
145: How many languages do you speak fluently? 1 
146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?booysss
147: Are you androgynous?what 
148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: my stomach 
149: Favorite thing about your personality: im a nice person
150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. J. Gentry, rachel
151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? Does skyrim time count ??? Medieval lol 
152: Do you like BuzzFeed? Sometimes 
153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] meet me online lmao
154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? Yes of corse 
155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? I like to play with his but he doesn't like it lol
156: What embarrasses you? Not really gonna put that here.. 
157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: being unwanted, money, family sickness 
158: Biggest lie you have ever told: :( 
159: How many people are you following? 1,500 or something i think 
160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? 4k prob 
161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? 4
162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?uhh i haven't looked 
163: Last time you cried and why: yesterday because my bf snapped at me lmao 
164: Do you have long or short hair? Medium 
165: Longest your hair has ever been: too my butt 
166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon? Dislike, controls the mind 
167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? Yes and no 
168: Do you like to wear makeup? Yes and no lol haha 
169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? No :( 
170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? Yes

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