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#and i have a 2nd piercing in my right ear to correct for that but it's just for correction i can't rly wear 2 earrings at once in that ear
catboymuqing-moving · 3 years
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i finally found my tiny silver hoop earrings and put one in my left ear but u can barely see it augh i want more piercings so bad
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westernsunshine · 4 years
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Going to fuck around and punch more holes in my ears because that’s what my life is now apparently
#this is a judgement free zone right? okay cool#so i did my lobes last year. i was reopening an old piercing so predictably it went fine#they play up sometimes when i wear earrings that aren’t made of fucking stardust and baptised in holy water but other than that they’re fine#so i want to do my second lobes#and naturally you can’t buy just two piercing needles. you can only buy 10+#so i bought ten#and ngl i’ve been eyeing cartilage piercings for a While but i always thought i’d get a professional to do it#bc like. it is the correct thing to do#but when will it be safe?? maybe never. and i can’t wait that long#so basically there are 5 piercings i definitely want to do & 2 more i’m toying with#first two are the second lobes which are self-explanatory. i also definitely want to do a forward helix and a double helix#(so two regular helix piercings side-by-side in the same ear)#outside possibilities are a conch piercing which i think looks really cool but idk if it would suit my ear specifically#and an upper lobe for the same reason#oh and i’d be doing the majority of these on my left ear bc i sleep on my right side usually. just to clarify#like i’d be doing the 2nd lobes on both sides to at least attempt symmetry and honestly i might do the forward helix on both sides too#bc i like them so much & they apparently take very little time to heal#but the main helixes; conch & upper lobe would all be on my left side only#i probably won’t actually end up doing All of these but it’s good to have my intentions in writing#also yes i will be taking all necessary precautions wrt sterilising needles; jewellery; my hands; etc#probably i’ll end up chickening out and only doing my second lobes and like one forward helix. but such is life#personal
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melo-yello · 3 years
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✨Self-Care Day✨w/ 💥🪨KiriBaku HeadCanons💥🪨
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Off Day
💥🪨 You’re hanging upside down on the couch in your shared apartment with a boyfriend on either side of you. Kiri’s hand in yours while Baku’s had one hand on your thigh and the other scrolling on his phone as some cartoon drones on the tv
💥🪨 This is not how you envisioned your first free weekend into the last two weeks going
💥🪨 You sigh loudly before poking out your bottom lip “Suki? Eiji? I’m bored.” you pout dramatically as you throw a hand onto your forehead before you continue “Can we do a self-care day?”
💥🪨 Baku just grunts in affirmation as he stretches before standing. Kiri just smiles “Of course, Pebble. Whatever you want.”
💥🪨 You pop up pecking both guys on the cheek as you bounce off to the kitchen with Kiri’s hand still in yours “Thanks you two are the best!I’ll make tea!!!”
💥🪨 “And don’t you forget it!” Bakugou smiles popping your soft ass as he follows behind most likely to micromanage
💥🪨 You three chat about your week not having much time outside of courses to really talk. Between studying, training, and hero work you guys just didn’t have a lot going of free time.
💥🪨Per usual you and Kiri really carry the conversation Baku only chiming in ever so often to offer up things that he hates
💥🪨 You pop up remembering one of for favorite parts of a good ole fashioned treat yo self day. The cute headbands for you and Kiri to push your hair out of your faces. You return with a pink bunny one, a brown Teddy Bear one, and a plain black headband. Baku takes the black and Kiri takes the bunny.
💥🪨 “How do I look, Peb?” Kiri smirks flexing to show his broad ass built ass frame after putting on his bunny headband. “Ridiculous.” “-ly Hawt!” You laugh correcting Baku
💥🪨 You film in absolute awe as your Manly bf’s pierce Suki’s ear with ease after the off handed joke you made sipping tea. Cue Baku voguing it up with pride and a freshly pierced ear. Bakugou is slightly leaner and a couple inches shorter but just as toned
💥🪨 “Suki, Eiji, you are too manly!” You hype your man up as you post the video to your IG story
💥🪨 It’s your turn now!! Kiri easily pierces your ears with a red stud in your right and an orange in your left. Adding a second set of holes right above your first ones
💥🪨 Next comes high quality and novelty animal face masks Bakugou buys online to compliment his vigorous skin care routine. It rivals half of the YouTube Beauty community’s
💥🪨 Niether of you have any idea of where he buys them or where he hides them for that matter. He stores them away so you guys can’t steal them when he’s not around. Bakugou allows you and Kiri to use his masks on special occasions tho
💥🪨 “Mr. and Mrs. Dumbass.” He smirks handing you a frog and Kiri a tiger. Earning him a playful jab from you and “A Thanks, Babe.” from the red head
💥🪨 You suggest nail 💅🏾 polish next and Kiri is automatically on board. “Oooooo can you make them Red, Babygirl? Because they’d be so manly!” Kiri beams bouncing up and down. Baku will only allow his middle fingers painted. “I want white with bombs or just F U. Whichever is easier for you, Teddy Bear.” Bakugou nods scrunching up his nose from behind his own red panda face mask.
💥🪨 Kirishima’s nails are a simple sparkly red that say 🤍BITE MANLY in white while Bakugou’s middle fingers are white with black bombs with an orange F U on each one respectively
💥🪨 After you peel off your masks, you and Kirishima squeal in nearly perfect sync “Oooooooooooo! Sooooo Soft! Aren’t we hawt, Bakubro! Seeeeeeeeeee!” Both of you placing his hand on your faces
💥🪨Bakugou will just roll his red eyes into the back of his head as you two wrap him in a tight embrace “I’ve told you idiots a thousand times the importance of regular skin care with quality products.” He shrugs nonchalantly even thought he loves when you two are touchie with him. He hates to admit it
💥🪨 As you begin to search you nail kit for your preferred color, Kiri grabs your hand and presses it to his cheek “Can we do yours, Pebble?” He pouts. Bakugou follows suit grabbing your other hand “Pretty please, Teddy?” He whines firmly pressing your hand to his heart.
💥🪨 You buckle so fast it’s not even funny. “Bbbbbbbut...😤😖😞fine.” You concede
💥🪨These two really know how to put on the charm. Especially if Bakugou Kasuki is calling you Teddy instead of Dumbass.
💥🪨 “Great! Y/n, pick out a show to watch before we start.” Baku barks handing you the remote. “Why?” You question snatching it and putting on Criminal Minds. Simply thrilled you were getting to pick (Typically there were mini competitions for such a privilege)
💥🪨 “You’re judging, Bighead. You can’t look til we’re done.” Kiri hums thoughtfully trying to pick a good color combination. Baku already had his colors hidden in his lap before scouting so his hip was against yours sure to obscure your view of your own hand from you.
💥🪨 “Yea, no bias. When I win it’ll because I’m the best! Isn’t that right, Shitty Hair!” The ash blonde smiles cockily at the red head across from him. “In your fucking dreams, Spark plug!” Kiri spits backs just taking all the colors and copying Bakugou’s positioning
💥🪨 “If either of you fuckers, get those polishes on my favorite jeans there’ll be hell to pay.” You warn with a sinister tone to rival even Katsuki’s and the widest smile. The boys shiver at the seriousness behind your smile. Your threat is far from empty
💥🪨 You pretty much figured your nails would probably look terrible with each of your vividly different boyfriends competing with each other. “What do you, dorks, even get for winning?” You muse leaning into Kiri’s broad ass shoulder
💥🪨 “The next date plans and solo cuddles with Teddy Bear for the rest of the night seems fair to me. Huh, Eijirou?” Baku looks up from his work with a self assured grin blowing one of your nails. Vermilion irises float from you to Kiri.
💥🪨 Knowing damn well niether of them could keep you their hands off you. “Deal.” Kiri nods without giving Baku the satisfaction of meeting his gaze.
💥🪨 “Oh and I get shitly painted nails.” You sigh rolling your eyes. You’d be lying if you didn’t find it kinda hawt when they got like this
💥🪨 “There.” Halfway through the 2nd episode Kiri says and finally caps his last polish. Blowing gently across the surface of your nails.
💥🪨 By this time Baku has placed your arm on his lower back and his head in your lap. A firm grip on your wrist so you couldn’t checkout his work until Kiri finished. Your fingers make light circles there despite being held hostage. “Bout time, slow poke.” Baku huffs releasing your arm as you brought both hands side by side.
💥🪨 They had somehow managed to pick colors that didn’t totally clash. Kiri’s hand were mix match rose gold and pink with the teeniest (not to mention even) little white hearts in the middle of each nail.
💥🪨 Baku’s hand was very simple and clean. Black French tips with one red to orange nail with a black X on top as an accent.
💥🪨 You weren’t expecting anything this good. You could barely speak. You hadn’t been this lost for words since they had asked you out. You sniffle a lil bit. Your eyes glass up a little too.
💥🪨 God your partners are so great sometimes. The fact that they genuinely gave a fuck still manages to catch you off guard at times. After so many terrible relationships, effort, in and of itself, is kinda baffling
💥🪨 “Damn Pebs, it’s not that bad if you squint.” Kiri laughs nervously squeezing your shoulders. “Woah there, Teddy Bear, I’ll get the remover.” Baku stands ruffling your curls before you grab his wrist stopping him in his tracks.
💥🪨 “Suki. Eiji. Don’t be mad but I can’t pick! You guys both did really good! Fuck! I couldn’t ask for better lovers. You assholes are so much better than I deserve!” You gush before hiding your face in your hands. A little ashamed you let your boyfriends doing something as simple as your nails make you emotional.
💥🪨 “But Baby you deserve the world.” Kirishima immediately scoops you into a bear hug as he stands spinning you with ease and peppering you in kisses. Kiri places you back down even more gently than picked you up
💥🪨 “Princess, you’re a bad bitch! Don’t you dare forget it!” The shorter ash blonde says unwaveringly lifting your chin so you’d meet his eyes. He softly bops your forehead before kissing it and both cheeks. He pulls you close right as he yanks you up to straddle his waist
💥🪨 “Eijirou, I think our Babygirl needs a reminder of who she is and who she’s with.” His already deep ruby eyes darken lustfully. With no hesitation Kiri is right behind you in seconds
💥🪨 “I know just thing to jog our Pebble’s memory, Katsuki.” He whispers licking the side of your neck just as moves to capture Katsuki’s lips with his own
💥🪨 “Promise?” You moan softly lacing fingers into Kiri’s loose kitchens and trailing a cool hand across Baku’s abdomen stopping only at his joggers waist band
💥🪨 With that the three head to the bed room for some much needed group physical therapy
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Sweet dreams, TN
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Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Helena Craig) x M!OC (Clay Banner)
Words count: ~2.1k
Category: Smut/Angst/AU
Warning: 🔞 content/Language
A.N: I really wanted to picture something else. What if my MC didn’t get her place at Edenbrook Hospital in her first year and her boyfriend did? And what happens if she comes as a surgical resident in the 2nd year? Also I’ve decided that in this fic I’ll call MC in her middle name Helena or shortened Helen/Ellie. It’s the alter-ego of Klaw so it has nothing to do with her. After posting this I’ll log off from Tumblr ‘cause I know it’s a disaster😭😭😭😭
Song: “Sweet dreams, TN” - The Last Shadow Puppets (pls hear this first to understand it better ❤️)
MASTERLIST
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I just sort of always feel sick without you baby
I ain’t got anything to lick without you baby
Nothing seems to stick without you baby
Ain’t I fallen in love
“Do you have the keys for the handcuffs?”
“Whoa. Is someone getting a little afraid hm?”
“Well I don’t want to be useless without my hands. So I can touch you.”
“I do have the keys darling.” The two faces were closer breathing into each other’s air. “But I need you to be quiet now.”
“Show me then.”
It’s just the pits without you baby
It’s really just the pits without you baby
It’s like everyone’s a dick without you baby
Ain’t I fallen in love
The command was clear and both of them entered to the inevitable path.
Feeling each other’s skins in the most obscenely way and falling to that wild imagination that both of them had been restraining for a long time.
It was a heavenly and a desirably emotion that led themselves to be part of this trap.
They could hear their accelerated heartbeats as more and more they looked hungrily and darkly like animals fighting for domination.
Blue vs Brown.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
And all my pals will tell me is that I’m crazy
You bet I’m loopy alright
And I just don’t recognise this fool
That you have made me
Whoa I ain’t seen him for a while
Panting breath wasn’t in their expectations and shared a laugh before they reached the culmination and he unlocked her handcuffs to fall completely in his arms.
Their strong embrace fitted perfectly the curves of their bodies despite their sweat. When he was about to pull off she pouted in a whisper.
“No. Stay.”
“I will.” He promised with a searing kiss.
“But you did left me.” Her expression changed completely and in a mere of seconds she wasn’t there.
He blinked. “What?”
The sound of the alarm woke him up and suddenly he felt his underwear soaked.
“Holy shit I did this again!” He growled in frustration as he rubbed his face.
He made attempts to get up but his knees were too weak to keep his balance. Another attempt and he slowly started to walk. Or better a crawling you may call it.
He turned on his bathtub to make a quick shower and to clear this mess of himself. But the hot water made him feel again those goosebumps of that sweet dream and closed his eyes again.
She looped his arms around his waist and start to kiss his shoulders slowly and gently while moving her hands up and down his bellybutton. He let a content sigh while drifting again to that imaginary scene.
And as your shrinking figure blows a kiss
I catch and smash it on my lips
Darling I can’t seem to quit.
When there wasn’t a shoulder to lean on his head, he slapped his face growling loudly and continued his shower in disappointment.
Completely falling to bits
I really might be losing it
The idea that you’ve existed all along is ridiculous
I don’t know what to say
He missed her.
Not longer after that he arrived at Edenbrook gladly on time thanks to his fast BMW vehicle. He carried his bag through the hall of the hospital and a megawatt smile that he recognised it very well stopped him.
“Yo yo look who’s back again. My mann!” They clapped their backs.
“Ooff Bryce!” He was breathing hardly. “We were celebrating yesterday for the end of our intern year. I’m sure that we didn’t miss each other that much.”
“C’mon Banner can’t you just be funnier person in your life for once hm?”
Clay rolled his eyes. “Anyways I have to change my clothes unless you don’t have anything else to say.”
“I do actually.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I met someone today.”
“So?”
“You have no idea whom I have met.”
“Let me guess did President Biden come here?” He snorted when he saw Bryce’s not amused reaction. “Okay fine go on.”
“As I was saying I met today a female but let me tell you man... this woman is not like the others. She’s like a goddess that entered to this building and blessed my life when I made eye contact with her.”
Clay was really trying his best not to laugh to this exaggeration. “You have met plenty of women and it’s not your first time Bryce.”
“Tsk. It is my first time. And may I add she was like queen Cleopatra that summoned everyone when she walked here.” Bryce added in a wandering gaze while he was doing his usual ministrations. “Black stilettos clicking and wearing those black leathery pants revealing her curves...ohh I’m thinking I’m going to fall in love man. She had a long coat on her shoulders and that white shirt mmhmm.” He closed his eyes. “She truly was the boss and I’m betting on this... her elegant body will be in my bed. But-”
“And there’s always a but right?”
“Can you believe I didn’t get her name?! Not even her number!”
His friend squealed in laughter. “What did you think fool? That she was going to follow you straight into the on-call room?”
“Yes!” Bryce exclaimed. “That’s what I thought too man but I lost her because that damn nurse came to me for signing a patient in a surgery.” He sighed and shook his head. “I lost the most perfect chance today and I don’t even know what she was doing here... she can’t be a doctor though ‘cause she’s too beautiful for this job.”
“Well then good luck on finding her ‘cause I have to go now. See you.” He trailed off to the direction of the elevator.
“Yea see ya.” He waved back at him before he muttered. “Go back to surgery Bryce before Tanaka cuts you off.”
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“This is going to be your office.”
“Thank you so much Mist- Dr. Tennant!” She corrected herself briefly before she would say another embarrassing thing. “I really don’t know how to express my gratitude for this.”
He scoffed. “Please can you just talk normally Dr. Craig? I think at the first time we met the rule was by names. Call me Simon.”
“Sure. Simon.” She really wasn’t used to it though. First no title of Miss/Mister and now calling by names. USA had really big differences with UK not only in titles but also in medical policy and legacy.
“And now I must say to you congratulations!” They shook hands. “And also I’d like to introduce you to our Diagnostics Team.”
She nodded in agreement.
When they finally arrived at the front door Simon stepped first to get the attention of his colleagues who seemed to be occupied as they were studying a case so he cleared his throat loudly. All of them turned their gazes to him except for an attending who didn’t even have to recognise his friend’s voice.
“What now Simon?”
“Hello to you too my pal. You know everyone that there was going to be a resident in the absence of Edgar’s, right?”
“Yes we know that.” The Japanese-British woman spoke.
“Have you brought him here?!” Judging by his accent it was an Indian man who exclaimed happily.
Simon chuckled. “Yes Baz but it’s her.”
“Ooooohh.”
“Let’s hope she’ll be useful for this job.”
“Don’t worry Ethan. She was selected as the best surgical intern in Imperial College of London Hospital and many other things among but I’ll let her to present herself.” He made her a signal to come inside.
“Everyone this is Dr. Helena Craig.”
“Please you can call me Helen or Ellie if you want.”
“I like Helen better.” The woman got up and shook her hand. “Dr. June Hirata.”
“Me too! Hi I’m Dr. Sebastian Mirani but everyone calls me simply Baz.”
“Ethan?” Simon asked quietly to get up and greet with her but he wasn’t moving any inch.
Helen gave him a knowing smile and said without breaking her gaze to him. “It’s alright for me if we don’t shake hands. I feel the same way too when I meet people that haven’t given me a good and a reliable impression at first so I completely understand your condition now.”
She caught him off guard. Ethan Ramsey expected her to scowl or glare into his eyes but instead she was killing him with that radiating smile.
Fuck.
The same smile that was reserved for him yesterday at Donahue’s bar.
In the corner of his eyes there was an unfamiliar face that stayed some stools away from him.
She lit up a cigarette even though Reggie had been strictly to every client not to use it but it seemed she didn’t care about it.
Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun revealing her constructed jaw and her long neck.
She had also earrings pierced. Was she a troublesome woman? Or maybe a drugs dealer judging by her extravagant outfit. But what caught his attention was that she didn’t look amused or happy.
She was sad. And exhausted.
Along with her was a small luggage that she had carried with herself here. She called Reggie to bring her a strong scotch and found by the latter that she was British and it was her first time in Boston.
She had also asked him for a hotel nearby this place and Reggie suggested some of them including “La Vista” Hotel which was the best. She thanked and left him the payment.
Now her eyes landed on the icy blue that had been staring on her for a long time and gave him a wicked smile. She raised her glass in purpose and licked her lips after drinking bits of it.
She was really gorgeous in all of his honesty and they didn’t break their eye contact for maybe a couple of minutes. He could do it every time without any hesitation just to rest in those piercing brown’s.
He was a very handsome man and even though he seemed older than her, she didn’t give a single shit. She could imagine his toned muscles and abs beyond those pesky clothes. She was marveled and could sense that he felt the same too.
It was like they both understood each other.
No words needed.
Only looks.
But she knew who he was. Ethan Ramsey. And she was glad that made him completely at her mercy and was enjoying it.
Poor man she thought.
She couldn’t wait for his reaction tomorrow when he would find out who she was actually.
His colleague.
Helen could imagine his flustered face and transfixed into her with his mouth agape.
She got up from her seat slowly in a tantalizing move while he drank in one gulp his scotch and called Reggie again for another fill.
She walked past him but before leaving with her luggage she lowered her head to his ear whispering dangerously. Her breath was a tingle in his ears and could almost feel her lips brushed.
“Thank you for the distraction. I really needed it.” 
She left unceremoniously when something dropped from her and he immediately caught it.
It was one of her earrings with the initial ‘H’. He was about to call her but she was gone.
Maybe he would find her tomorrow again. Here.
And he really found her. In the most obscenely and the most embarrassing way if he could describe it. Instead of what she said he got up with his smuggling look.
“Wrong observation.” When she heard his deep voice for the first time she gulped and could see his eyes glimmering triumphantly. “I hope you don’t ruin this opportunity.”
He caught her off guard. While they were touching each other’s palms an unknown heat coursed down in their bodies. Bullshit they thought because he was just an attending and she was a resident. Suddenly another voice was approaching to them.
“I’m terribly sorry for my lateness but I was-”
He abruptly stopped himself when he saw her.
His eyes were widened and his breath hitched.
She was here.
Baby we ought to fuck
Seven years of bad luck
Out of the powder room mirror
Could I have made it any clearer
She saw him too.
But not with a happy or a grateful face that always had welcomed his heart.
This was a mere seconds of glaring and then a plastered smile that he knew too well.
Clay Banner had screwed things up a year before he entered Edenbrook Hospital.
And now the woman of his dreams was standing right in front of him with his attending.
His girlfriend.
His Helen.
Or... was?
It’s love like a tongue in a nostril
Love like an ache in the jaw
You’re the first day of spring
With a septum piercing
Little Miss Sweet Dreams, TN
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Ps: if this fic doesn’t surpass The Grinch Girl fic notes... there’s not going to be a part two😂😂 sorry...and Happy (late) International Women’s Day💪🏻💋🥰🥰
UPDATE: Part two is posted and it’s called- She’s thunderstorms
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herwonderland7 · 3 years
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕  》  Jackson’s rebellion, Alpha’s thoughts
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summary  》  With the help of Jackson’s rebellion, it seems Jaebeom and the others followed his decision.
characters  》  Gae Aera, Lim Jaebeom, Mark Tuan, Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung, Choi Youngjae, Bambam, Kim Yugyeom  
warnings/author’s note  》  slight angst, a little fluff
genre  》  fantasy, got7!as!werewolves
         “That was years ago, or perhaps when we were just kids. Feelings changed, just like how your alpha had said. I don’t have any feelings for him,’"
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“The princess knew about her past feelings for her other friends. But she still didn’t know why the alpha was so hesitant not to trust her when she had shown her vulnerable side, and this made both the princess and the alpha to be more distant.”
       “I have given a scent to the horse. It will guide you to the safest way to the Queen’s castle. In case the scent wavers, Jinyoung has marked down the paths in the map. You will have a safe journey there. Good luck.”
Aera sighs as she couldn’t help but think about Jaebeom’s last words - which was guiding her to the safest path they only knew, that’s what Jackson had said. 
It’s been a week and she has been following the route Jinyoung’s has marked out in the map, the correct path which Jaebeom had sent out a scent to the horse to the right path - and Aera knew they were leading her to the correct way as she went deeper into the path, she could see flowers blooming as she walked passed them.
Different types of flowers and butterflies could be seen during day time, which made Aera to be more cheerful and positive on her journey.
Jaebeom’s pack had memorized every path in all directions - whether they were in the East, West, North or South. 
They knew all the paths and directions to wherever destination they wanted to go.
Aera couldn’t help but chuckle on how guarded those men were, she couldn’t believe she was a reincarnation. 
She couldn’t believe they were holding onto little hope, believing as if their friends were really dead.
But here she was, laying on the horse’s stomach which it’s already accustomed to Aera’s behavior when she feels cold during night time.
“Reincarnation? If I was really a reincarnation of whoever they were thinking of, Grandma Kim would have already told me,” Aera muttered to herself with a scoff - her eyes traveled to the dark sky that was filled with sparkling stars shining right down at her sight. 
With a sigh, Aera decided to close her eyes - feeling herself getting drowsier as darkness filled her sight. 
Just like any other day, Aera would be woken up by birds chirping, causing her mood to slightly cheer her up a little - this time, she wasn’t woken up by birds chirping. She was woken up by the horse’s stomach clenching as if it was nervous.
With a slight groan, Aera’s eyes were flickered open as she sat up with a yawn. Her eyes traveled to where the horse’s head was turning at. 
Her gaze followed where it was focused at. At the same time, Aera quickly took her bow and arrow quietly, following its gaze. Following her senses and with Aera’s accuracy, her body turned towards the back to see a wolf standing just a few steps in front of her.
‘You’re are behind by 2 seconds,’
Aera squinted her eyes slightly, recognizing its visible scar and eye color that was silver. She knew who it was, as she lower her guard down - knowing he won’t hurt her as she could read his thoughts that he came to talk.
“You must be Jackson then, judging from your eye color and…” Aera slightly trailed off then was replied by a huff by the wolf.
‘You have to be proud when saying it. I was the one who saved you from an attack of—
“Yes, an attack from an idiot who tried to eat me when I was young. I remember all of it, Jackson. You don’t have to remind me,” Aera cuts off with a sigh as she stands up while putting back her arrow on her back. 
Aera couldn’t see it but Jackson was smiling, he was smiling internally - thinking to himself that this was really her. There was no way she was a reincarnation, he somehow remembered what Aera had said last night.
‘You were right last night. If you were a reincarnation, you won’t exactly look like.. our princess. In fact, a reincarnation is the rebirth of a soul in another body.’ 
Aera’s eyes squinted as she walked towards Jackson, gazing towards his eyes with a slight smile.
So she was right, after all those lonely nights, Aera wasn’t exactly alone. 
Actually, she knew there was another presence aside from her in the location where she is. 
She could smell Jackson’s scents from far, she didn’t acknowledge his presence since he didn’t show himself up.
“So it was really you,” Aera muttered slightly with a small smile, her hands landed on its forehead, rubbing his soft fur and her fingertips landing towards its cheeks.
Jackson could only gaze on her soft eyes, letting out a playful growl. 
He was too elated since he was in his wolf form and he can’t control himself - feeling his tail wagging in happiness and excitement since Aera was petting him, showing him love and affection.
‘You knew it was me and you didn’t acknowledge my presence, princess.’ There was a hint of tease in his voice causing Aera to change her gaze towards his eyes.
“You didn’t show yourself, why must I acknowledge you?” said Aera smoothly while raising her brows as she folded her arms. 
As cliche as it is, even in his wolf form, Jackson seems to be lost in her eyes - especially in her heart. 
He could see clearly, this girl - Jackson couldn’t call her a girl anymore, she is a grown woman, is clearly Aera, the daughter of the White Queen and the Wolf King.
They were just in front of each other and Jackson could smell her, the exact smell when she was just a toddler and a kid.
“Jackson, you’re day-dreaming. I’m sorry to break it to you, but, you shouldn’t be here,” Aera whispered at the end as she quickly turned her back towards him. Jackson’s growl slightly, taking a step forward towards her.
‘What? Why? And leave you again for the 2nd time? Hell no,’ said Jackson in his thought of voice, seeing Aera snapping towards him in just a second with a deep frown.
“Jackson. I can.. handle myself and you shouldn’t be away from Jaebeom. You can’t disobey your alpha,” Aera walked towards, their faces were just inches away - Jackson’s muzzle nuzzling onto her cheeks as she was already on her knees.
‘I can’t lose you again, Aera.’
Aera scoffs as she shakes her head, looking away from Jackson’s piercing silver eyes. She knew what he meant exactly, to not lose her again.
With a soft smile, Aera turned her gaze towards his silver ones.
“You won’t lose me, Jackson. I promise you,”
‘Promises are meant to be broken, baby.’
“Jackson.” Aera frowns deeply, hearing the mischievous tone in his thought of voice, causing Jackson to whine as his big canine body sat down - causing Aera to sigh as she felt his head on her lap, whining.
“You have to go, Jackson. They are on the way here and Jaebeom isn’t particularly too happy,” Aera warned him with her gaze down on his silver eyes. 
His ears perked up as well as his head, causing Aera to tilt her head slightly.
‘Make me,’ Jackson growled slightly as he was on his 4 feet, showing his teeth towards the direction where he heard of his other pack’s voices.
Aera could only let out a sigh as she couldn’t believe what she was going to do next, knowing it would get her in trouble as well as Jackson.
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“A doctor? You’re a doctor in the human world? That’s awesome,” Jackson exclaimed, walking next to Aera as she was holding onto the reins of the horse. Jackson was in his human form after deciding to talk things out in a humanly manner regarding the decision of following Aera.
Jackson wanted to find out details about her, to find out if she remembered everything and it seems Jackson didn’t need to reconfirm more after hearing her true explanation. 
With a chuckle, Aera slightly turned towards Jackson.
“You know you’re gonna get in trouble with Jb right?” questioned Aera in amusement, hearing Jackson’s groan in reply.
“Can we not mention him? It sounded like you care more about him,” Jackson grumbled as he looked away from her.
“Oh, someone is jealous,” Aera teased - causing Jackson to snap his head towards her, seeing her eyes squinting slightly with a smirk. 
Jackson knew she knew everything about him, his feelings, the alpha feelings and so as the others.
“I know you still have feelings for him, princess,” Jackson muttered slightly. Aera can’t help but turn her gaze towards Jackson - feeling his emotion that was covered with jealousy and sadness.
“That was years ago, or perhaps when we were just kids. Feelings changed, just like how your alpha had said. I don’t have any feelings for him.” Aera confessed and with just a split second, Jackson’s arm grabbed onto Aera’s free hands - pulling her onto his arms abruptly.
Jackson was fast enough for Aera not to see his upcoming movements. His eyes softly gaze towards hers as his fingers softly caress her hair.
“So, I have a chance?” Jackson whispered, his fingertips moved towards her cheeks then to her plump lips - his gaze stayed on her eyes.
“Maybe. Jackson, they are here.” Aera whispered as her eyes moved towards his lips. Jackson was about to lean forward when he could sense and smell his own friends - and that is the cue for Aera to move away from Jackson.
“You have to leave, Jackson. Besides, I’m just a long, lost, miserable soul of your dead princess.” Aera purposely raised her voice towards the direction where a black wolf was standing on its 4 feet, glaring towards her way.
Jackson has read Aera’s thoughts, so as the others as they read Aera’s mind - figuring out she had known Jaebeom and Jackson’s little argument.
Jaebeom’s mind was filled with rage and jealousy, seeing and hearing both Jackson and Aera’s thoughts. Jackson’s thoughts were filled with affection for her while Aera had developed feelings for Jackson.
That made Jaebeom more furious.
Aera was mounted on her horse, not glancing towards the others who are silently watching her move.
‘We’re coming with you, Aera.’ voiced Jinyoung in his thought of voice, causing Aera to sigh loudly - ignoring his words as she whipped her horse. 
Aera continued to look forward, not caring about their presence as she knew they were following her at the back in their wolf form.
‘Are you ignoring us?! That’s mean!’ Bambam added with a dramatic gasp - earning a small smile from Aera as she looked down slightly before regaining her stoned expression.
‘You can ignore us for however long it takes, Aera. We will still follow you whether you like it or not,’ It was Mark who voiced out his thoughts. 
It was weird for him, he sounded so desperate despite him not trusting her but what changes his mind was the way Aera was when she was with Jackson.
Her hands were soft, the way she carrasses Jackson was so gentle - it was as if Mark knew how it felt like. 
He decided to believe in the prophecy, to believe that this woman was really the Aera in his memories.
“Okay. Just saying, your alpha isn’t happy right now. I can sense it. His emotions are so strong that it makes me angry too,” Aera sarcastically commented, eyeing Jaebeom who growled towards Aera as she turned her head towards the front, continuing her journey.
‘Okay, she is really not happy right now,’ Yugyeom voiced towards Youngjae as they nudged onto each other’s body, following Aera’s horse behind. 
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Throughout the whole journey, she was rather more talkative to the young ones - as well as Jackson as he showed her that he trusted her.
Just like old times, Aera was more friendlier, kinder towards the younger ones as Youngjae, Bambam and Yugyeom were snuggling close towards Aera in their wolf forms. 
The older ones could only look at the 3 young ones in jealousy - wanting to get skin to skin with their princess.
“You guys should sleep instead of staring deadly at me,” Aera stated towards the other 4 who were growling towards each one of the young ones. She raised an eyebrow towards Yugyeom.
‘They aren’t staring at you, Aera. Mainly the 3 of us wolves, as you are having a skin to skin moment with the 3 of us. It’s a way to show affection and warmth for us, to show that you… care for us,’ said Yugyeom in his thought of voice, feeling Bambam huffing while laying on the floor to sleep.
Aera’s eyes moved towards the 4 of them who were still having a matching eye contest with Youngjae and Yugyeom - and the way they looked at them wasn’t friendly. 
But there was one wolf who had trouble gaining Aera’s trust from the beginning - he was eyeing onto Aera, growling as he was showing his sharp teeth slightly while laying his head on its big paws.
Feeling a little threatened, Aera quickly looked away as her hands automatically reached out for Yugyeom’s and Youngjae’s muzzle, caressing them softly as she watched them drifting off to sleep.
Sooner or later, all of them were off to sleep - and for once, they were sleeping peacefully, seeing Bambam and Yugyeom drooling with their tongues slightly out, earning a slight giggle from Aera. 
Youngjae looked so comfortable, as he was laying on top of Yugyeom’s furry body. 
Aera’s eyes moved towards the other 4. 
She learnt from the younger ones that these 4 have titles in the pack. Aera already knew each title they had but she wanted to be sure what their roles in the pack was.
Mark is a beta and warrior, he is a quiet and observant individual. On the other hand, Jackson is also a warrior but he is a delta, he is mainly in-charge of protecting the pack, the first to jump onto an opponent. Jinyoung, he is a beta - a companion to Jaebeom when he is away since he is like a mother to the group.
Lastly, Jaebeom. Aera didn’t know how she ended up sitting beside the black furred wolf who was peacefully sleeping beside her. She was curious, at the same time confused. 
Why is he acting like a dick? 
Why doesn’t he hold onto that hope much longer?
Aera sighs softly, feeling Jackson’s tail landing on top of her lap - causing her to chuckle slightly. Just then, she could feel Jaebeom’s movement and she could feel a heavy weight on side arm. 
Aera turned slightly to see Jaebeom’s head leaning against her arm, seeing his ears moving.
“Why didn’t you hold onto that hope just like the others did, Jaebeom? What makes you afraid to just believe a little?” Aera whispered slightly, her eyes gazing into his black lids - before closing her own eyes as she leans against the tree.
‘..because I didn’t want to feel the pain of losing someone so dearly to me again,’
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𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓  ⇿  𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫  
𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
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kk095 · 4 years
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Crash Landing
This story is a little different, but I hope everyone enjoys it! There may be some typos, so I may have to correct them at some point. Anyway, I hope you guys like it!
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Matt and Suzie were a happy couple who tied the knot 2 years ago, and have been together for 5 years. Matt was a 30 year old white man with longish brown hair that was neat and well maintained. He stood at 5’10 with a slim build, had blue eyes that were behind a pair of glasses since he didn’t like contact lenses, but it gave him a nerdy look, which Suzie was into. Matt had a decent paying job, but it was the stereotypical bland, corporate type job that was totally unfulfilling. But outside of his monotonous work life, Matt was a pilot and even had his own small plane that he recently fixed up.
Suzie was a 28 year old white woman with wavy brown hair, brown eyes, and olive skinned since she was of Italian descent on her mom’s side of the family. Suzie stood at 5’7 with a slender build, had bright white teeth that always made her smile stand out, didn’t have any tattoos but had piercings in her ears and belly button, and looked a bit young for her age. Suzie worked as a CNA in a nursing home in the next town over and hoped to go back to school to be an RN someday. Suzie was a conventionally attractive woman who many thought was out of Matt's league, but she was surprisingly down to earth and a generally pleasant person to be around.
The couple’s 2nd wedding anniversary came up, and Matt decided to take Suzie out for a ride on the plane, and then go out to a nice dinner afterwards. Suzie always thought Matt’s passion for flying to be interesting, and genuinely enjoyed going on plane rides with him. It’s a great opportunity to have quality 1 on 1 time and see the world from a different angle. Suzie has even tried to convince Matt to apply to be a commercial airline pilot, but Matt was never interested. He always felt that he’d lose his passion for flying if he did it for a living.
It was around 3:45pm when they took off that day. It was a cool, overcast day with a slight breeze, but no rain or fog, which is detrimental to flying- especially in a small plane like Matt’s. It took about 15 to 20 minutes to reach the air traffic controller’s suggested cruising altitude. There were beautiful, unobstructed views from that height, and the only noise was from the small plane’s propellers and the occasional check in from air traffic control. Out the left window, you could see miles and miles of ocean and out the right and front windows, you could see the beach and the town below.
The couple had a nice time together, but things began to change just as Matt headed back towards the airport. “This is tower 1. Check your altimeter reading. Our radar is saying you’re well above your aircraft’s ceiling.” A male voice said over the radio. Matt looked at the altimeter- which was many of the confusing looking meters in the cockpit. This particular device measures the aircraft’s altitude and the angle it’s traveling at, and has to be reset before every takeoff to ensure it’s working properly; it’s arguably one of the most important instruments that a pilot needs. Matt takes a look at the device and says “everything looks good on my end.” There’s a slight pause before the air traffic controller says “could be a radar miscue, but keep us posted the rest of the way.” Matt agrees and continues flying back towards the airport.
About 5 minutes later, the nose of the plane began pointing down slightly. Matt pulls back on the wheel, trying to point the plane back up but instead, the exact opposite starts to happen. The plane continues heading downwards, dropping several hundred feet in a short period. “is everything ok babe? Just a little drop?” Suzie asks, sensing something isn’t quite right. “I dunno. It’s like the plane doesn’t have any lift, but that shouldn’t happen at this altitude.” Matt says, trying to figure out which correction procedure to start. Matt struggled over the ensuing minutes to stabilize the aircraft’s angle, and a nosedive began. “fuck… we’re stalling!” Matt shouts urgently, realizing the problem too late. Suzie buckles up her seatbelt and white knuckles her armrests. She begins breathing heavily as she watches her husband struggle to fix the problem. “Matt…are we gonna be ok?” she asks, scared. Matt says something inaudible under his breath as he continues to frantically ameliorate their nose dive.
When their altitude decreased a bit and lift wasn’t re-established, the aircraft began to spin while continuing its plummet to the earth. Suzie closed her eyes tightly, squeezing the arm rests with all her might. “please don’t crash. Please don’t crash…” she thought to herself. While the aircraft was spinning, Matt’s glasses flew off his head and were tossed elsewhere in the aircraft. Matt began navigating the aircraft towards a vacant lot off in the distance for an emergency landing. “ok hun, this is gonna be a rough landing, but I need you to keep your eyes shut and be strong for me.” Matt says, nervous himself. Suzie nods and tells Matt she loves him, but begins to feel queasy from the aircraft’s erratic spinning.
Matt began to make preparation for a crash landing. This is something he’s trained for, but never in a million years expected to have to perform. During the aircraft’s descent, Matt was able to point the nose of the aircraft up so the bottom side of the plane would make contact with the ground. While Matt achieved the correct angle for an emergency landing and opened landing gear, he had trouble reducing speed.
What felt like seconds later, the bottom of the plane made contact with the ground in the vacant lot mentioned earlier. The plane bounced violently several times while still going forward. Suzie screamed as she was bounced around a little. The plane bounced several times, eventually ending up in a rocky area of the lot. The already violent landing because even more turbulent. Matt was shaken around quite extensively, hitting his head and neck multiple times against his seat and other surfaces. A rock flew up through the front window after being kicked up by the propeller. The rock was hurled right at Matt’s forehead and a tremendous speed, killing him instantly.
Finally, the aircraft came to an abrupt stop about a quarter mile or so after touching down. Suzie awoke minutes later after being knocked out herself. Her eyes opened slowly, and was a but groggy at first, but quickly regained her mental faculties. Her brown eyes scanned the scene out her window. She could see smoldering pieces of metal and fragments of the plane scattered across the dirt and rock covered area. “matt?” she asks before looking over at him. His face was battered and bloody from glass, the rock, and also had bruises from being thrown around. He was hard to recognize at that point, which visibly upset Suzie. “matt? MATT?!” she said, shaking him, to which she received no response. “MATT!” she screamed, realizing he wasn’t breathing- or alive for that matter. “oh my god… oh no… this isn’t happening…” she said to herself out loud, beginning to cry.
Sirens could already be heard off in the distance, with multiple reports of a plane crash being called into 911. Suzie began sobbing, holding her newly deceased husband’s hand, waiting for emergency personnel to arrive. Suzie felt a pain in her lower abdomen from the seatbelt locking up and pressing her abdomen. She also had a slight headache and felt a little nauseous, but had enough adrenaline and endorphins pumping through her to make her injuries feel tolerable.
The police department were first to arrive on scene. A female officer scurries over to the plane. “we have 2 victims- 1 male 1 female. Male is deceased and female is awake and alert.” She’s heard saying into her radio. “HE’S NOT DEAD. HE CAN’T BE! YOU GOTTA HELP HIM!” Suzie cries to the female officer. The cop tries to change the subject and talk about her injuries. “can you tell me where it hurts miss? The ambulance is almost here.” The cop says. “Matt’s dead…” Suzie cries out, not answering the officer’s question.
The fire department and ambulance arrives to the crash site about 2 minutes later. The fire department hooks up their hose to a fire extinguisher nearby and put out the small handful of fires nearby. 2 medics head over towards the plane and manage to open up the side door. “hi ma’am, we’re with Bristol County EMS. Can you tell me your name?” a female medic asks softly. “um…suzie. Suzie Carter. My husband’s Matt. Is he ok?!”suzie replied. The Male medic went to the opposite side and checked on matt. He felt for a carotid pulse, checked for respirations, and checked his pupils with a pen light. Matt was pulseless, not breathing, and had fixed and dilated pupils. The male medic discreetly shook his head at the female one, indicating Matt was a goner. “Matt? Is he ok? Is he dead?!” suzie cried out, panicked. “he’s in rough shape, but we have to focus on you for now, ok?” the male medic said, trying to reason with Suzie. The female medic placed a c-collar on Suzie and snipped the seatbelt with scissors. The medic then cut off Susie’s top, only sparing her black bra. “that’s a nasty looking bruise on your belly. Does it hurt?” the female medic asked. “um… kinda" suzie replied. The medic began palpating Suzie’s abdomen. “AHH!” Suzie yelped, wincing in pain. “abdomen’s stiff and rigid with point tenderness.” The female medic relays to the other. “what does that mean?” suzie asks. “it means you hurt your belly and we need to get you checked out at the hospital, alright?” the male medic said calmly.
Suzie is removed from the destroyed aircraft and placed onto a backboard and stretcher. The medics set up a portable heart monitor, which read unstable vitals: BP 90/55, heart rate 131 BPM, and a pulse ox of 95%. 2 large bore IVs were set up, and fluid resuscitation began. A dose of pain meds and a dose of valium were pushed do calm Suzie down in the ambulance.
In the ambulance, further examination began. Suzie's right forearm was broken, and she had a bump on her head. The female medic shined a pen light into Suzie's eyes to see if there was a head injury, but her pupils were equal and reactive. Suzie’s jeans were snipped off and her shoes were taken off, leaving her barefoot and half naked on the backboard with her bra and matching underwear only being spared. “ok Suzie, can you wiggle your toes for me?” the medic asked. “uh huh.” Suzie responded. Suzie's slender toes which were painted with black nail polish, remained perfectly still. “ok Suzie, let’s do it again.” The medic said. Once again, her toes remained still. “ok, good job.” The medic said, realizing a spinal cord injury was within the realm of possibilities. The medic then placed and o2 mask onto Suzie's face and just monitored her vitals the rest of the way.
Upon arrival to the ER, Suzie was lifted onto the trauma room table under the big overhead light while the medics rattled off information to the trauma team. “Hi Suzie, can you tell me if you passed out during the accident?” a veteran nurse asked softly. “I don’t remember.” Suzie said. “I’ll take that as a yes.” The nurse replied. Trauma labs were drawn and blood transfusions began while the attending called out orders. Chest x-rays and a FAST scan were performed. The x-ray showed a complex fracture of the right ulna, requiring surgical intervention to repair, a vertebra fracture at the L3 level, and a partially collapsed right lung. The FAST scan came back clean for the chest and pelvis, but there was a serious non-specific bleeding in the abdomen. “page ortho and surgery. I want a head, chest, abdomen CT. And let’s do a right chest tube while we’re at it.” The attending barked to his subordinates.
Suzie screamed and yelped in pain during the chest tube insertion since she was wide awake, but her o2 stats went up markedly once the tube’s placement was confirmed. A blanket was placed over her torso and she was wheeled over to radiology for a CT scan. The scan showed a small brain bleed that was thought to dissipate on its own. The spinal cord injury was confirmed, and it didn’t seem very promising since there was damage to the spine itself. In all likelihood, Suzie would be paralyzed from the waist down. The abdominal bleeding source wasn’t able to be located on the CT scan, so it was decided that she would be taken to the operating room for an exploratory laparotomy.
After being whisked upstairs into the OR, Suzie was quickly prepped for surgery. She was sedated and intubated with a 7.5 ET tube, with the tube being secured with a blue tube holder. Her belly was sterilized with betadine, staining it a brownish orange color. A midline incision was made in the attractive brunette's belly. The skin separated with ease from the sharp scalpel blade. The underlying fat, connective tissue, and muscle was cut through to expose the abdomen. A rush of blood came out of the incision upon entrance to the abdominal cavity, but before retractors could be placed. Suction was applied to the area, but it didn’t help. The retractors were placed and the opening was created. The area had to be suctioned, but it became apparent that there was extensive bleeding. The liver, spleen, IVC, and aorta were all intact, so the originally suspected culprits were ruled out. The surgical team then began the tedious task of searching through the bowel loops and mesenchymal area for injuries.
During the tedious search, Suzie's blood pressure began dropping. More blood products were hung and vasopressors were pushed, but that was simply a band aid meant to buy some time. After 2 more minutes of unsuccessful probing and prodding, Suzie’s vitals began to plummet rapidly. Meds were pushed, but she became pulseless. The abdominal surgery was paused temporarily and chest compressions were started. Suzie’s chest caved in repeatedly as it was pounded away by one of the nurses. Her perky, B cup breasts bounced and jiggled in sync with each of the compressions. On the heart monitors, PEA was displayed. Epi and atropine were injected intravenously in an attempt to obtain a shockable rhythm.
After a few cycles of unsuccessful chest compressions, the lead surgeon decided to look for the bleed once again. Suction had to he applied once more, but the doctor found a bleed in one of the mesenteric veins. A vascular clamp was placed in the meantime until the vessel could be ligated. Blood still accumulated in the abdomen, so it appeared another vessel was severed in the vicinity. While going through more bowel loops, there was significant bruising and swelling in the jejunum. Another bleed was located in a deeper mesenteric vein, and that vessel was subsequently clamped off. No additional blood accumulated in the abdomen, so it appeared all bleeding sources have been located. In the meantime, the code ensued. A 2nd round of drugs were pushed and more blood products were hung from the rapid infuser.
Finally, the monitors showed v-fib. The defibrillator paddles were gelled and charged to 200j. The defibs were then pressed up against Suzie's bare chest as everyone stepped away from the table in anticipation of the shock. Suzie’s body jolted abruptly in response to the shock, but she remained in v-fib. Chest compressions were resumed while the paddles were being readied. A moment later, a 300j shock was delivered. Suzie’s lifeless body reacted more noticeably from the stronger shock. Her back arched slightly and thrust her chest upwards, jiggling her b cup breasts. Suzie wasn’t shocked out of v-fib, so life saving efforts resumed. A nurse took over chest compressions, pumping away at the 28 year old's chest while the defibs were being recharged to 360j. The next shock was delivered about 30 seconds later, causing Suzie’s feet to leap up above the table and slam back down a second later, showing off the thick, prominent handful of wrinkles in her size 8.5 soles. Luckily, this shock converted the attractive brunette to sinus bradycardia, and surgery could continue.
The rest of the surgery was touch and go, but the OR team managed to maintain a pulse. The 2 severed mesenteric veins were successfully ligated and proper blood drainage was restored to the intestines, but post operative monitoring for blood clots was important. Next, orthopedics began their end of the surgery. Suzie’s fractured ulna was surgically reduced with a small rod and pins that were inserted directly into the bone. Lumbar fusion surgery of the L3-L4 space was performed to reduce motion in the area and prevent additional damage to the spinal cord itself.
After the surgery, Suzie was transferred to the ICU for careful monitoring. She remained sedated and intubated, but switched over to a ventilator. A catheter and central line were placed, and antibiotics were added to her cocktail of medicines since her abdomen was open for almost 5 hours. Suzie's parents and older sister arrived at the hospital about an hour and a half earlier, and were waiting in a private waiting room together.
“How is she?!” Suzie’s mom asked the trauma surgeon, teary eyed as soon as he entered the room. “she’s in the ICU and in pretty rough shape. She sustained some major internal bleeding during surgery and her heart stopped beating for 6 minutes- we were lucky to get her back. She also sustained a spinal cord injury, and it’s very possible she’ll be paralyzed from the waist down. She has a moderate head injury we're monitoring, and she also suffered a badly broken arm in the crash. I’m very sorry ma’am” the trauma surgeon said. “paralyzed?!” her mom asked, beginning to cry again. The doctor paused, then sighed before continuing. “yes ma’am. The spinal cord injury she sustained is quite serious, so it’s very possible she’ll be paralyzed. Best case scenario, she’ll have major issues with mobility.” The family paused, taking all of the bad news in. “I wanna see her.” The mom demanded. “I can take you up to see her, but I warn you- she’s sedated and hooked up to a breathing ventilator. She’s gonna look pretty beat up, so please keep that in mind, ok?” The surgeon said.
The surgeon escorts the 3 family members up to the ICU. “oh god…my poor baby…” the mom cries out, almost falling to her knees after seeing Suzie hooked up to a ventilator and connected to other equipment. Suzie was covered in abrasions, her chest was bruised from CPR, there was a large bandage on her belly covering up the closed incision, the bump on her head appeared to have gotten a little bigger, her complexion was a ghastly pale, and she was cool to the touch. Suzie’s BP and heart rate were stabilizing, but her chest tube had to be fixed a bit after surgery since it was knocked loose from the resuscitation efforts.
She remained relatively stable for the next handful of hours, but there were some changes that occurred around 3am. Her blood pressure dropped again, and her medication dosage was upped. But at 3:30, Suzie began having a seizure. Her body twitched and thrashed involuntarily on the bed as her family watched in horror. “help! SOMEONE HELP!” Suzie’s sister shouted, attracting a nurse’s attention. A few nurses and the doctor entered the room. Lorazepam was pushed intravenously to control the seizure, but it was discovered that her right pupil was blown and the left pupil was constricted. 2 minutes later, the seizure was controlled and Suzie was taken back down to radiology for a repeat head CT.
The scan showed that her brain was swelling, and that raised a major red flag with the doctors. Since her head injury had a delayed reaction that required additional care, she was taken back up to the OR to have an intracranial pressure monitor placed.
A portion of her head was shaved and the small, hairless patch was sterilized with betadine. Once the area was cleaned, an electric drill was used to create a small opening in the skull. After the opening was made, a small pressure sensitive monitor was calibrated and fed into the hole, and constant intracranial pressure monitoring began. Initially, Suzie’s ICP reading was 12mm/Hg, which is abnormal, but still below the threshold for further intervention. Anything above 0 is abnormal, but 15-20 is considered dangerous, and anything above 20 is typically fatal since the brain herniates at that point. Suzie was taken back to the ICU after the procedure was completed.
Over the next few hours, Suzie’s ICP readings increased 16 mm/Hg. At that point, the ICU team decided to put Suzie into a medically induced coma in an attempt to prevent further brain swelling and give her body a chance to recover.
Throughout the day, Suzie only showed signs of getting worse despite the doctor’s best interventions. Her ICP monitor was displaying 17 mm/Hg, but her pupils were fixed and dilated. After a neurology consult and an eeg, it was determined that Suzie was brain dead. The attending physician delivered the bad news to Suzie’s family, and they decided to remove her from the ventilator. Suzie was surrounded by her family and was pronounced dead at 8:21am.
After the ICU team gave her family a chance to grieve and say goodbye, they went into the room and began removing equipment from her battered, lifeless body. The EKG electrodes were disconnected, the IVs were removed, all monitors were shut off, and her body was covered up, only leaving her feet exposed. A toe tag was filled out and placed. The tag dangled in front of Suzie’s wrinkly soles as she was taken to the hospital morgue.
Suzie’s cause of death was determined to be brain herniation from the head injury she sustained. The brain injury was moderate at first, but had a delayed onset and grew progressively worse. The cause of the plane crash was investigated over the following weeks, and the cause was determined to be calibrating the altimeter wrong, and ended up at a higher altitude than the plane was made to fly in, so the plane stalled. Overall, this was a preventable accident that led to the deaths of 2 young people.
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amberandmetal · 5 years
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Are you strange like me?
Written for: @youngmoneymilla​s 5k challenge Squares filled: First kiss for @buckybarnesbingo and Touch starvation for @marvelfluffbingo (there is fluff at the end, I swear that counts!) Prompt: “I think there’s a flaw in my code/These voices won’t leave me alone/Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold (Gasoline – Halsey)” Pairing: Bucky x F!reader Warnings: Angst O´hoy. There are PTDS elements, anxiety and panic etc but not too much (and there is fluffy flufflfuff at the end because that’s just the rules, mkay?), mentions of war and being kidnapped, touch starvation mentioned. Rating: Teen and up Word count: ca 3,5 k Summary: After the war you need somewhere to belong, and The Avengers need someone to make them look good. A/N: Yeah, this got a life of it’s own. Not really how I initially planned it but I’m happy with how it turned out. I’m surprised at myself for keeping it clean (seriously, who am I?) I have little to no knowledge of military jargong and workings so if there are any mistakes please let me know and I will fix. English is my 2nd language and this is unbetad so all mistakes are mine.
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    Tony’s brown eyes felt just as enigmatic and piercing even through the television screen, whiskey and liquid intelligence peering at the interviewer from behind thick sunglasses slid down to the tip of his nose; and on the side of him, smaller, grey, bland, were you, looking every bit as uncomfortable as you had felt.
You grabbed the flesh between clavicle and chest, kneading and scratching the skin where the weight of your medals had hung only hours ago, where the echo of them still made it hard for you to breathe.
    “She’s a perfect addition to the team and she’s been adapting beautifully. We’re really proud to have another veteran amongst our midst,” Tony clapped a proud hand on your shoulder and flashed the camera one of his legendary PR-smiles “we’re lucky to have her.”
    “Ugh.” You clicked the TV off and turned around on the couch, laying with your face towards the cushions.
    The Avengers had been in deep water after the latest attack on New York, more and more of the masses forgetting what they’d done for them — and where they would be if they hadn’t. Acting- and calling them out for the destruction and desolation. Anger fueled by fear leading them in a search for a focus point to target their pain. The team needed to make a move to get in the people’s good graces again.
    And then there were you.
    After the war nothing had been the same. Before when you closed your eyes there had been darkness and calm behind your eyelids, an ethereal vastness that relaxed you, allowed you to breathe before opening them again. A refuge in your daily ongoings.
    After there had been nothing but gunsmoke and ash, billowing from the depths you stared into each time you closed your eyes. Wretched stench of putrefied flesh simmering in the smoke and seeping into your skin from behind your eyelids, digging tunnels in your fibers, filling your nose and mouth with dry sand and bile.
    You gasped, back shooting out from the couch as if you could escape the waking nightmare sticking to the inside of your skull. It burned at your temples like electricity.
    The official statement was that you were a normal soldier, a gunner, that had been captured and held captive, then somehow managed to not only break yourself out, but the other seven soldiers stuck in that hellhole beside you as well; and you’d gotten mighty decorated for it.
    You scoffed. Decorated, sure, and forced to lie.
    There had been nothing normal about you, or what happened. No one spoke a word of the special ops you’d been a part of, or that the people that had held you captive had neither been Al-qaeda or even the Taliban. It had been Hydra. The Nazi science division that you’d been told in school had been taken down by Captain America.
    Cut off one head, and two will take its place. Uh-huh, yep.
    That was not the only lie you’d been told, or been forced to tell. The seven other captives were more like hundreds, hundreds of lives that you’d left behind when you managed to flee with only a small group as the others were left being tortured and experimented on. Their screams stayed with you, a never ending echo in the hollow of your mind.
    The other seven —among them a woman named Grace, a fellow american with black hair and even blacker eyes, and a smile that refused to be beaten down— had been taken down during your escape. Grace had clutched her chest as the blood from it sprayed across your arm, she’d fallen, roaring at you to go, to run, to ‘fucking save yourself, damnit!’. You’d gotten out with only a bullet wound through your right hand and left shoulder, and a newfound weight in your chest.
    According to your Officer the public didn’t need to know that the people you saved didn’t survive, only that you had freed them.
    “Remember, Sergeant. You gave them the gift of dying free. That’s quite something.”
    Yeah well, they didn’t look free, and it sure as hell didn’t feel like a gift.
    Survivor’s guilt your shrink called it. Whatever.
    You kneaded the spot where your medals had hung. The Medal of Honor and the Prisoner of War among others. You shuddered; revulsion tumbling in your gut. It was a torment wearing them- but it was, as they say, a necessary evil.
    When you’d returned you couldn’t, just as many others, get back to your normal life; a decade of training and war had taken a toll and you weren’t the same. The trauma clung to your spine like a ball and chain slowly turning your vertebrates into lead. It had made a home for itself there in your back, cozying up in the hollow where neck meets skull, safe where you couldn’t reach.
    You had been tethering on the edge of insanity when you’d finally broken down and pleaded with your Captain to let you back out there, and thankfully, blissfully, he had —albeit a bit reluctant— agreed. But it wasn’t the same. Suddenly you couldn’t work with your group, too on edge, too hyper aware and too concerned by your teammates safety. Once you were back your team had started out on a small mission, delicate but nothing you couldn’t handle — or that’s how it should have been. You had once been like a well oiled machine and now you were falling apart. So you got discharged, told it just wasn’t a good fit anymore, which was a “real shame considering.”
    So The Avengers needed too look good, and you needed a place where you could belong. And nothing gets you back into America’s good graces as a decorated veteran.
    So here you were.
    Here you were..
     ~~~
    The sound of opening and closing doors followed by laughter made your ears perk up. Steve and Bucky back from their morning run, from the sounds of it. Steve’s laughter easy and full and Bucky’s quieter, more of a chuckle —  deep and tense. Always so tense.
    Bucky had adapted relatively quickly to life at the compound, but he still kept mostly to himself. Steve, of course, had made it his life’s mission to draw the old Bucky out, teasing and joking with him, taking him back to Coney Island, practically dragging him out of his room for Team bonding nights (usually movie nights, but sometimes you played video games, and one particularly memorable evening Clint had persuaded the entire team into playing Twister. He lost. Every time), yet it never felt sincere from Bucky’s side. He did try. You could see it in the shape of his stance, the frustration burning in his eyes in spite of the broad grin he managed to apply for Steve. Still it looked less like two friends hanging out and enjoying down time together and more like a frightened animal trying to appease it’s rescuer.
    You had no idea if anyone else noticed it, but you had a pretty big clue that Steve had caught on. Every once in a while Bucky would look away, trying his damndest to laugh at one of Tony’s jokes, and something arduous would set in the blue of Steve’s eyes like stone.
    Both men came through the doors, sweat darkening their clothes and making them glisten in the morning sun.
    “Good run?”
    Steve almost jumped.
    “Oh, hi Y/n. Yeah, Bucky still aint got shit on me though.” he laughed and shook Bucky’s shoulder playfully. Bucky flinched slightly at the contact, but quickly managed to correct himself, quirking the corner of his mouth in a half smile and raising his hand in greeting.
    “Language,” you admonished with a wink before letting your eyes land softly on Bucky and offering a small smile “Morning, Buck.”
    He huffed a little, a twitch in his smile: a mirroring sensation in your chest.
    Steve looked between the both of you with a raised brow.
    “Yeah, okay. Gotta hit the showers! You too, punk— you reek.”
    Something light flashed in Bucky’s eyes and his smile grew almost sincere.
    “Do not gimme that, you’re the punk. Always were.”
    “Yeah, but that was before I hit my growth spurt!”
    You snorted at the same moment Bucky did, sniggering under your breath.
    Steve looked absolutely delighted.
    “Some growth spurt..” Bucky mumbled following Steve towards the elevators.
      ~~~
    The anxiety was a physical thing. It was birthed out of every patch of skin where you had been touched, ebbing out like crests until you were covered in it — sticky and suffocating, viscous and disgusting, and you were painted from tip to toe.
    You cursed yourself under your breath for not thinking it through. The PR-people had of course wanted you to wear your dress uniform and you had simply refused, thinking ‘no, no anything but that. Going naked would be better than that’ and after some coaxing from Tony and Miss Potts they had relented. What a mistake it had been.
    Now there you were, locked in your room in a gorgeous gown that showed more skin than not, after a night of having been passed around like a basket of breadsticks.
    Smile for the camera.
    Oh hi, hello, why yes I am she, yes I did save those soldiers.
    Handshake.
    Anything for my country.
    Laugh.
    Oh yes, they have been treating me real nice.
    Hugs.
    Touches.
    Gooseflesh.
    Panic.
    Bile.
    Two hours were all you could take and when Pepper had called to a toast you saw your chance and took it. Now your clothes pooled in a trail on the floor leading to your bathroom as you hurried into the spray.
    The daffodil-yellow loofah quickly worked up a lather, the sudds slightly pink and smelling of strawberries and cream, a welcome softness after the sharp and biting too harsh reality of the party. Scrubbing up and down your body your muscles started to untense, the coating of dread coming off like shedded skin. A sigh escaped your lips: you could breathe again.
    Of course, you had agreed to all of this, to help, to be this shining face and PR circus for the team, because it also meant that you in fact were a part of said team. Skillset-wise you were absolutely up to par with both Barton and Romanoff and they all seemed genuinely happy to have you. But this.. facade, was the price you had to pay, and you gladly did — did not mean it didn’t hurt to do it though.
    Hair washed and every inch of your skin thoroughly scrubbed pink you got out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a big fluffy robe, sighing at the comforting slide of cotton against your bones.
    You exhaled loudly, slumping down on your bed, ignoring the trilling ringtone of your phone in favour of the fluffy pillows that gave way for your weight like a hug. Pepper would have to wait.
     ~~~
    Tap, tap, tap.
    A soft knock on your door snapped you out of focus. Not in the mood for company you hesitated, even though knowing fully well who was on the other side of that door. Metal on metal gave a much sharper sound than flesh.
    “Bucky?” you opened the door ajar.
    He looked a bit sheepish and apologetic, hunched in the empty corridor.
    “Hey, Y/n… you okay?”
    You shrugged, but then looked him over. He was doing a good job of holding it together but you could see the signs: the nervous tapping of his fingers against the wall, his skin a shade paler than usual and his eyes flickering from point to point, not stilling for more than a few seconds.
    “Are you?”
    Abalone eyes flitted to yours — so bright, so sharp.
    “Of course,” he tried for a smile “I just wanted to check on you. You kinda took off like somebody burned ya.”
    You huffed.
    “Yeah, well.. I wasn’t as prepared as I thought I was for-.. for everything.”
    Nodding he ran a hand through his hair, a scent sent wafting. Your skin turned effervescent.
    “You wanna come in?”
    There was no mistaking the gratefulness softening his gaze.
    You backed up to let him in, careful to lock the door behind him.
    He sat down on your bed, his eyes snapping across your room and his fingers tapping away at his thigh.
    “Howd’ya manage to make it so… homey so fast?”
    You followed his gaze to your walls, the paintings and curiosities covering them, the shelves with figurines and too many plants, the bookcase littered with books and notebooks and the deep teal coloured couch with more cushions than actual space for sitting.
    You plopped down next to him, careful of keeping your robe from slipping.
    “I don’t know, I just can’t stand cold walls.”
    A beat of silence followed, hardening the air. Always this damn feeling when he got close, every time.
    “You write?” he asked, pointing at your notebook lying open on your nightstand.
    “Sometimes,” you hesitated “mostly to clear my head. My shrink down at the VA suggested it.”
    “Oh, that’s right.. I forgot - Steve told me but I guess it slipped my mind. A lot o-”
    “of new information.”, you finished in unison.
    He chuckled and scratched at his neck, making strands the shade of dark rosewood fall and shield his face. The close proximity made your skin tingle.
    “May I?”, he gestured toward the open pages “or maybe you can read me something?”
    There was something vulnerable there, something sweet and wistful — somber.
    You reached for the notebook and scooted closer and Bucky shot up like he had been burned.
    You peered up at him.
    “Why do you do that?”
    “I- fuck, I’m sorry. I-”
    “Why? I mean I’ve seen you.. even when Steve touches you, you flinch.”
    Bucky looked taken aback for a second but then seemed to slump, a tired exhale leaving his lungs like it had been forced out of him.
    “It’s that obvious?”
    You backed up a bit.
    “Tell me.”
    “Why do you care?”
    “Because I do.”
    He looked hesitant for a second.
    “I haven’t been touched in a.. positive way, in a long time. Truth be told I’m starved for it, all I want is to feel that connection, I mean it’s all I dream about when it’s not the nightmares.. but-”
    “Then why?”
    “- but when it’s sudden, when I’m not ready for it. It burns. It’s too much, too fast and it’s unsettling. I hate it. It’s like getting what you want but not on your own terms and the sensation on my skin gets overwhelming.. and.. fuck, yeah I think that’s the gist of it,” he wrought his hands together, looking away “I’m sorry, I’m still adjusting.”
    He looked so beautiful, even like this. Even in pain and confused his presence took up the room, changed the atmosphere into whatever it was that was Bucky. The scent of him in your nostrils, bergamot and cedar, and the heavy weight of him dipping your bed, and you so badly wanted to inch closer, to reach out and touch, feel if he’s as warm as he looks, giving him something of that that he craves, being a balm to soothe, to hush, to lull.
    “So.. if you were ready for it?”
    His eyes blinked up to yours.
    You got closer, sitting on your knees with an outstretched hand, close enough to touch without in fact doing so.
    “…if you know I’m going to touch you, if you can.. ready yourself then maybe, it won’t feel like that?”
    His eyes got soft then, filled with something you couldn’t find a word for, and he turned on the bed to face you fully.
    “That’s very sweet of you, doll— mind if I call ya that?” you shook your head “mind reading me some of your texts?—  is it poetry?”
    You smiled, shy and full lipped.
    Spreading open the book, you flipped to where you had been writing last and pulled it into his lap, careful as to not touch.
    “Here.. it’s kind of morbid but..”
    “Yeah, hush. No self deprecation, that’s my thing. Let me make up my own mind about it.”
    You chuckled but conceded.
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    “MJ?”
    “Mary jane.”
    You chuckled at the confusion still present on his face.
    “Marijuana.”
    “Ah.”
    You looked on closely, nervous as he read once, twice, three times.
    “You hate it,” you said “I get it, it’s a bit extreme and maybe not what you’re used to but it’s just my thoughts going haywire and shit you know a-”
    “I like it.”
    “Huh?”
    “I like it. Is this how you feel? The PR thing? Everything?”
    “Basically, but it’s just thoughts, words on paper. Emotions. It’s still worth it.”
    He nodded, going back to read it a fourth time.
    “It’s unusual, I’ll give you that but, it’s .. beautiful in it’s strange way.. and very- very relatable,” he looked up, face suddenly so earnest and open it was almost startling “especially the last part,” he huffed and a hint of bitterness momentarily crept into his voice  “I can safely say I know what it’s like to feel like there’s a flaw in my code..”
    A breath. Shaking himself out of it.
    “I don’t really write myself but, I can see myself in this. In your texts. A lot of this- I mean I’ve had similar thoughts,” he smiled.
    The hard air around you grew thick, hanging around your heads like cottony molasses. You looked up from your text, eyes scanning the shape of him. Something urgent took root somewhere close to your solar plexus.
    “Can I touch you?”
    He was stock still for a moment or two, but then he nodded.
    You scooted a little bit closer, your movements slow and cautious; tentative. The back of his hand was a contrast of soft and rough against your palm. Soft hairs and raised scars.
    A deep yet quiet groan sounded from somewhere buried inside him —  you looked up just in time to see something in his features breaking.
    “Is it too much? Should I stop? I -”
    He shook his head.
    “No.. please.”
    Your heart sped up — a cassette set on fast forward. You opened the cuffs of his sleeve and set to gingerly and very slowly roll them up to his elbow. His breathing turned heavy and deep: an odd mixture of tension coupled with relief.
    Stretching your fingers you splayed your hand out over his skin, calmly stroking: his hand, wrist, forearm. You were so close now, so near, the warmth of him was a tangible thing against your exposed skin. A crescendo beat hammered in your chest.
    “Can I kiss you?”
    Surprised, you met his gaze. Abalone shells, sea glass beneath water, thunderclouds and liquid silver and every other simile that came to mind and none of them did his eyes justice. A chilled tingle enveloped your skull and flooded down your spine. You nodded.
    “Let me.”
    You slowly moved, put your hand on the side of his neck, revelling in the sigh you got in return, gasping when he mirrored you.
    His lips were dry, plump, warm. A soft cushion against your own. You opened to let his lower lip in between yours, letting your tongue taste for the first time. Salt and metal, twilight and heat.
    His metal arm came up behind your back, pulling you in with a metallic whirr until you were flush against him, and you gave out a sharp whine.
    He immediately let go.
    “Shit! Did I scare ya? I didn’t think—”
    You blinked at him, then heat flushed your cheeks.
    “Yeah, no.. not what happened, Barnes.”
    He quirked an eyebrow, and you simply grabbed his arm and put it back around you, allowing a tiny moan escape your lips to get your point across.
    The chuckle that elicited from him was deep and disbelieving.
    “Better than scared I guess.”
    “You guess?”
    He grinned and surged back to claim your mouth; the smile growing against your lips genuine enough to taste.
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ALL OF THEM
Did I make this bed? Yes. Will I lie in it? With gusto.
1. What is you middle name?
Margaret *gag* its my grandma’s name
2. How old are you?
20
3. When is your birthday?
6/12/98
4. What is your zodiac sign?
Gemini (:)
5. What is your favorite color?
Red. 
6. What’s your lucky number?
i dont have one. 
7. Do you have any pets?
My sister has a dog who is my son (his name is Redbird) and the dog that has been in my family, who is my queen of queens, Bluebelle.
8. Where are you from?
Southern California, Los Angeles are. Dont hate me.
9. How tall are you?
5′5″
10. What shoe size are you?
7 womens
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
this is a loaded question. the answer being “too many” and “i bring shame unto my house”
12. What was your last dream about?
I never really remember my dreams, but lately my dreams have been very violent. Like murder violent. Like I am murdering people and I am totally ok with it both in my dream and when I wake up. *shruggy guy*
13. What talents do you have?
I will quote my other answer: I can do a good realistic portrait? When I am very drunk and a friend needs help I can turn off my drunk. One time my friend got black out drunk and I was equally drunk, I carried her silly ass home and made sure she didn’t choke on her vom while trying not to puke myself.
14. Are you psychic in any way?
Uh, no? I feel peoples’ energies a lot. Also, I am a manipulative bitch and I can read other people’s emotions and reactions really well. So it may seem like I have predicted a situation, but really I just… phrased things in a way that makes them do what I said. I am a bad person.
15. Favorite song?
“Erm… its hard for me to pick one song that i stan but, An Encyclopedia by milo, and Beautiful Resistance by Mystic are two songs that are really important to me.“
16. Favorite movie?
“Is it basic that its Lord of the Rings? I mean I can quote that shit. An honorable mention to Michael Bolton’s Big Sexy Valentines Day Special on Netflix“
17. Who would be your ideal partner?
Uh… if i knew i would snatch that person up.
18. Do you want children?
not really
19. Do you want a church wedding?
what’s a church
20. Are you religious?
I would say I am spiritual in the most not spiritual way. big no to religion.
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?
oh heck yeah I have. loads of times. but i’ve never broken a bone.
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?
yes. in middle school i almost got arrested to trespassing/jumping around on the roof of an elementary school. the principal found my sister waiting for me to come down and held her hostage until i came to call my parents.
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
the Wimpy Kid. we went to school together
24. Baths or showers?
Shower
25. What color socks are you wearing?
skin
26. Have you ever been famous?
i hope not
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
get out of my face
28. What type of music do you like?
*sigh* i listen to so much music. Jpop, cantopop, “alternative”, rock, classical, jazz, rap, r&b… 
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
yes indeed
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
one
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
on my back with my arms at my side. when i am in an unfamiliar house i sleep in the fetal position and dont move.
32. How big is your house?
idk. its got 2 stories tho.
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
fruit. when I’m at school I have strawberries in granola with almond milk
34. Have you ever fired a gun?
yeah. shooting inanimate objects is as far as i will go
35. Have you ever tried archery?
yes. my sister was really into it tho. not so much for me.
36. Favorite clean word?
shrimp. my friends and i use it as a place holder for shit so it counts
37. Favorite swear word?
shit
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
36 hours?
39. Do you have any scars?
lots
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
in 2nd grade I liked this boy Jake. and one valentines day i was pulling my rolly backpack to my moms car and i noticed he was following me. but he was like.. walking with such unnatural swagger and pretending not to look at me in the most comical way. so i said “why are you following me” and this fool gets down on one knee and opens a little box with a gold heart shaped necklace and says “rachel will you be my valentine”? i said yes, took the little box and ran away so fucking fast. never spoke to him again probably.
41. Are you a good liar?
yes
42. Are you a good judge of character?
yes
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
i can say “water bender” in an Australian accent
44. Do you have a strong accent?
probably a strong american accent. also, i def talk like a california bitch. not a valley girl but… you could probably tell
45. What is your favorite accent?
SCOTTISH
46. What is your personality type?
INTP-A
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?
I buy most of my clothing at thrift stores so I’m not really sure. 
48. Can you curl your tongue
yes
49. Are you an innie or an outie?
innie
50. Left or right handed?
right
51. Are you scared of spiders?
no
52. Favorite food?
Dim Sum
53. Favorite foreign food?
“ “, also just Cantonese food in general. Tastes like family.
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
clean
55. Most used phrased?
“alright you dumb cunt” mostly used while driving
56. Most used word?
bitch
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
20 min on a normal day. Any other occasion depends
58. Do you have much of an ego?
I mean yeah but I thinks its smol
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
suck ;)
60. Do you talk to yourself?
all the time
61. Do you sing to yourself?
yes
62. Are you a good singer?
cant carry a tune in a basket
63. Biggest Fear?
not finding my calling in life
64. Are you a gossip?
a bit
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
66. Do you like long or short hair?
I like both
67. Can you name all 50 states of America?
yep
68. Favorite school subject?
english/art
69. Extrovert or Introvert?
Introvert, though I am a big fake so a lot of people think I am an extrovert.
70. Have you ever been scuba diving?
no
71. What makes you nervous?
being alone in a crowd
72. Are you scared of the dark?
heck no
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
if i think it would be helpful
74. Are you ticklish?
yes but i can keep a straight face and not react
75. Have you ever started a rumor?
one time i started a rumor the one of my friends tied flannels around his waist. thats it. he was furious. he hated being thought of as the type of chap to tie flannel around his waist.
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?
yes
77. Have you ever drank underage?
all the time
78. Have you ever done drugs?
yes. weed, acid, and adderal w/o a perscription (does that count? it was for studying?)
79. Who was your first real crush?
his name was Shea. he tied my shoes all the time in pre-school. i loved him so much that it would make me cry.
80. How many piercings do you have?
8. 3 left lobe piercings. 2 in my right nostril. One in my right lobe. and both nipples. one is vertical and one is diagonal.
81. Can you roll your Rs?“
yes
82. How fast can you type?
???? i dont count
83. How fast can you run?
i can do sprints pretty fast but long distances is not fast at all.
84. What color is your hair?
dark brown
85. What color is your eyes?
light brown
86. What are you allergic to?
i am invincible.
87. Do you keep a journal?
i do my best
88. What do your parents do?
my mom is a vet and my dad is a retired teamster *cough* alcoholic *cough*
89. Do you like your age?
yeah. its pretty good. i just wish i could legally drink. but i have a fake and a 22 year old roommate so im chillin.
90. What makes you angry?
anything can make me angry.
91. Do you like your own name?
it is meh but i think it suits me.
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?
no.
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?
i do not desire any sex or gender identity for a child because thats not my fucking place asjdhgaisurhgt
94. What are you strengths?
adaptability and 100% BDE
95. What are your weaknesses?
i dont emote well.
96. How did you get your name?
my mom liked Rachel. My grandma gave me a chinese name that means “light of god” b/c i was her first grandchild but the rest of my family gave me a name that means “big eared cow” because i shamelessly eaves drop.
97. Were your ancestors royalty?
no
98. Do you have any scars?
lots. i scar easily.
99. Color of your bedspread?
the on i am currently on is blue and white. 
100. Color of your room?
a very light purple
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100 questions
I was tagged by @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold and @puzzlingsnark aka my faves
1. What is your nickname? well when I was younger it was little red, but it was later revoked after I went through a growth spurt. my friends jokingly call me anuswrath because it sounds similar to my last name. my niece calls me mimi
2. How old are you? I am regretfully fifteen
3. What is your birth month? Septemper
4. What is your zodiac sign? Virgo. I don’t know that sun and moon crap
5. What is your favorite color? yellow
6. What’s your lucky number? 23
7. Do you have any pets? yup I have a golden lab named Liza Jane
8. Where are you from? Louisiana
9. How tall are you? 5’ 6"
10. What shoe size are you? 9 1/2
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? probably like 10
12. Are you random? yes absolutely
13. Last person you texted? my best friend (he’s trying to set me up with his ex)
14. Are you psychic in any way? yeah when I was little I had dreams that could tell the future occasionally and i used to talk to ghosts (i was weird)
15. Last TV show watched? i just finished the newest fosters episode
16. Favorite movie? Ferris Beuller’s Day Off, Clueless
17. Favorite show from your childhood? suite life of zach and cody (i still occasionally watch the reruns)
18. Do you want children? no unless my spouse does
19. Do you want a church wedding? no.
20. What is your religion? nuthin
21. Have you ever been to the hospital? yeah I broke my neck in fourth grade in karate class (I’m fine now just had to wear a neck brace for a year and sacrifice my pride) when I was really little (k-2nd grade) I had really bad asthma and had a couple surguries (none of them helped)
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? no, which is surprising becaue i do a lot of illegal stuff (dont arrest me)
23. How is life? meh
24. Baths or showers? both, showers when I’m short on time, baths when I want to treat myself
25. What color socks are you wearing? I’m not wearing socks
26. Have you ever been famous? when I was little I did local commercial acting but other than that nope
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? yeah lowkey im an attention whore
28. What type of music do you like? alternative and indie, some rock
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? yeah with my friends last weekend
30. How many pillows do you sleep with? I sleep with two behind my head, three stuffed between my bed and the wall and four at my feet
31. What position do you usually sleep in? I toss and turn all night
32. How big is your house? pretty decent four bedrooms three bathrooms two stories
33. What do you typically have for breakfast? fried egg and black coffe during school, whatever’s available during the summer
34. Have you ever left the country? unfortunately no
35. Have you ever tried archery? Yes! I did archery all the time in my yard. until I almost impaled my neighbor’s dog
36. Do you like anyone? I’m currently in love with my best friend but he is currently setting me up with his aforementioned ex so that’s not gonna go anywhere
37. Favorite swear word? dick, bullshit, any variation of fuck
38. When do you fall asleep? 1, 3 if i dont force myself to go to sleep
39. Do you have any scars? I had rocks embedded in my knees as a kid so i have those scars (you can also feel the rocks its kinda cool they never took them out) I crushed my ankle in a golfcart accident last year so I have those too
40. Sexual orientation? bi for now but i like girls more. the only guy i’ve liked in a while is my best friend
41. Are you a good liar? absolutely
42. What languages would you like to learn? latin and spanish (both of which i’m learning now)
43. Top 10 songs? oof ok: run for cover, the killers; float on, modest mouse; i can’t quit, the vaccines; ribs, lorde; cigarette daydreams, cage the elephant; youth, glass animals; miracle mile, cold war kids; saturday sun, vance joy; jackie and wilson, hozier, sleep on the floor, the lumineers
44. Do you like your country? no but im not gonna get into it on here because i am young and dont have fully formed opinions yet
45. Do you have friends from the web? yes and i love them more than my real friends sometimes
46. What is your personality type? creative, lazy, rebellious
47. Hogwarts House? ravenclaw
48. Can you curl your tongue? no im such a disapointment
49. Pick one fictional character you can relate to? lowkey murphey from the 100, bc i come of as an asshole, never want to do anything, and the only contribution i ever make is snarky comments and bullshit jokes
50. Left or right handed? right because im basic
51. Are you scared of spiders? yes and all bugs
52. Favorite food? chinese food. i live laugh love chinese food
53. Favorite foreign food? ^^^^
54. Are you a clean or messy person? messy, you cant see the floor in my room
55. If you could switch your gender for a day, what would you do? walk aroung at night. ugh the dream
56. What color underwear? pink and gray
57. How long does it take for you to get ready? an hour sometimes more when i procrastinate
58. Do you have much of an ego? no, but i do have self-esteem issues galore
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? i suck until its tiny then i bite
60. Do you talk to yourself? yes. i am insane
61. Do you sing to yourself? yes. loudly. all the time. sometimes in public
62. Are you a good singer? semi. i sing backups in my band
63. Biggest Fears? all my friends secretly hate me
64. Are you a gossip? no gossip pisses me off. unless it’s celebrity gossip
65. Are you a grammar nazi? no, but i need one
66. Do you have long or short hair? I have hair to my shoulders
67. Can you name all 50 states of America? yeah i had to memorize them for the world geo final
68. Favorite school subject? english and art
69. Extrovert or Introvert? extrovert!
70. Have you ever been scuba diving? no but i want to 
71. What makes you nervous? when people dont talk to me for a long time
72. Are you scared of the dark? a little my house is haunted so
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? only if necessary
74. Are you ticklish? sometimes, which is weird
75. Have you ever started a rumor? yeah probably
76. Have you ever been out of your home country? nope!
77. Have you ever drank underage? yep last night
78. Have you ever done drugs? well the closest i’ve come is getting second hand high after making out with a girl who had just done a bunch of edibles at a party. i cant smoke or vape cuz of the asthma thing
79. What do you fantasize about? honestly 90% sex
80. How many piercings do you have? two in my ears
81. Can you roll your R’s? yes its the only thing im good at
82. How fast can you type? idk pretty fast but i have to go back and correct a lot
83. How fast can you run? i dont run
84. What color is your hair? red brown
85. What color are your eyes? shit brown
86. What are you allergic to? cats and milk
87. Do you keep a journal? i keep a poetry jounal and an astronomy journal but thats it
88. Are you depressed about anything? im just depressed in general
89. Do you like your age? no i feel to young
90. What makes you angry? my mother and my father, this one homophobic bitch that all my friends love
91. Do you like your own name? yeah ig. i wish it was more interesting tho
92. Did you ever get a foreign object up your nose? a gluestick in 1st grade dont judge
93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child? girl. boys have cooties
94. What talents do you have? I’m a writer, i play piano, guitar, ukelele, drums, cello, and trumpet
95. Sun or moon? moon
96. How did you get your name? my mom liked it what a loser
97. Are you religious? no i am very anti-religion
98. Have you ever been to a therapist? no but i need to
99. Color of your bedspread? turquoise sheets white comforter 
100. Color of your room? periwinkle walls with a black white and gold color scheme
tagging: @a-girl-or-maybe-a-ghost @bitchin-promises @mikeweezers @jane-el-hopper @nancykali
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dfroza · 3 years
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Today’s reading from the ancient book of Proverbs and book of Psalms
for August 12 of 2021 with Proverbs 12 and Psalm 12, accompanied by Psalm 54 for the 54th day of Astronomical Summer and Psalm 74 for day 224 of the year (now with the consummate book of 150 Psalms in its 2nd revolution this year)
[Proverbs 12]
[It’s Right to Live for God]
To learn the truth you must long to be teachable,
or you can despise correction and remain ignorant.
If your heart is right, favor flows from the Lord,
but a devious heart invites his condemnation.
You can’t expect success by doing what’s wrong.
But the lives of his lovers are deeply rooted and firmly planted.
The integrity and strength of a virtuous wife
transforms her husband into an honored king.
But the wife who disgraces her husband
weakens the strength of his identity.
The lovers of God are filled with good ideas
that are noble and pure,
but the schemes of the sinner
are crammed with nothing but lies.
The wicked use their words to ambush and accuse,
but the lovers of God speak to defend and protect.
The wicked are taken out, gone for good,
but the godly families shall live on.
Everyone admires a man of principles,
but the one with a corrupt heart is despised.
Just be who you are and work hard for a living,
for that’s better than pretending to be important
and starving to death.
A good man takes care of the needs of his pets,
while even the kindest acts of a wicked man are still cruel.
Work hard at your job and you’ll have what you need.
Following a get-rich-quick scheme is nothing but a fantasy.
The cravings of the wicked are only for what is evil,
but righteousness is the core motivation for the lovers of God,
and it keeps them content and flourishing.
^Wisdom Means Being Teachable]
The wicked will get trapped by their words
of gossip, slander, and lies.
But for the righteous, honesty is its own defense.
For there is great satisfaction in speaking the truth,
and hard work brings blessings back to you.
A fool is in love with his own opinion,
but wisdom means being teachable.
[Learning to Speak Wisely]
If you shrug off an insult and refuse to take offense,
you demonstrate discretion indeed.
But the fool has a short fuse
and will immediately let you know when he’s offended.
Truthfulness marks the righteous,
but the habitual liar can never be trusted.
Reckless words are like the thrusts of a sword,
cutting remarks meant to stab and to hurt.
But the words of the wise soothe and heal.
Truthful words will stand the test of time,
but one day every lie will be seen for what it is.
Deception fills the hearts of those who plot harm,
but those who plan for peace are filled with joy.
Calamity is not allowed to overwhelm the righteous,
but there’s nothing but trouble waiting for the wicked.
Live in the truth and keep your promises,
and the Lord will keep delighting in you,
but he detests a liar.
Those who possess wisdom don’t feel the need
to impress others with what they know,
but foolish ones make sure their ignorance is on display.
If you want to reign in life,
don’t sit on your hands.
Instead, work hard at doing what’s right,
for the slacker will end up working to make someone else succeed.
Anxious fear brings depression,
but a life-giving word of encouragement
can do wonders to restore joy to the heart.
Lovers of God give good advice to their friends,
but the counsel of the wicked will lead them astray.
A passive person won’t even complete a project,
but a passionate person makes good use
of his time, wealth, and energy.
Abundant life is discovered by walking in righteousness,
but holding on to your anger leads to death.
The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 12 (The Passion Translation)
[Psalm 12]
Quick, God, I need your helping hand!
The last decent person just went down,
All the friends I depended on gone.
Everyone talks in lie language;
Lies slide off their oily lips.
They doubletalk with forked tongues.
Slice their lips off their faces! Pull
The braggart tongues from their mouths!
I’m tired of hearing, “We can talk anyone into anything!
Our lips manage the world.”
Into the hovels of the poor,
Into the dark streets where the homeless groan, God speaks:
“I’ve had enough; I’m on my way
To heal the ache in the heart of the wretched.”
God’s words are pure words,
Pure silver words refined seven times
In the fires of his word-kiln,
Pure on earth as well as in heaven.
God, keep us safe from their lies,
From the wicked who stalk us with lies,
From the wicked who collect honors
For their wonderful lies.
The Book of Psalms, Poem 12 (The Message)
[Psalm 54]
For the worship leader. A contemplative song of David when his friends, the Ziphites, betrayed him to Saul. Accompanied by strings.
Liberate me, O God, by the authority of Your name.
Vindicate me through Your legendary power.
Hear my prayer, O God;
let the words of my mouth reach Your sympathetic ear.
The truth is, these strangers are rallying against me;
cold-blooded men seek to slay me;
they have no respect for You.
[pause]
But see now! God comes to rescue me;
the Lord is my valiant supporter.
He will repay my enemies for the harm they have done; they are doomed!
According to Your faithful promises, silence them.
I will sacrifice to You willingly;
I will lift Your name by shouts of thanksgiving, O Eternal One, for Your name is good.
God has pulled me out from every one of the troubles that encompass me,
and I have seen what it means to stand over my enemies in triumph.
The Book of Psalms, Poem 54 (The Voice)
[Psalm 74]
A contemplative song of Asaph.
O True God, why have You turned Your back on us and abandoned us forever?
Why is Your anger seething and Your wrath smoldering against the sheep of Your pasture?
Remember the congregation of people You acquired long ago,
the tribe which You redeemed to be Your very own.
Remember Mount Zion, where You have chosen to live!
Come, direct Your attention to Your sanctuary;
our enemy has demolished everything and left it in complete ruin.
Your enemies roared like lions in Your sacred chamber;
they have claimed it with their own standards as signs.
They acted like lumberjacks swinging their axes
to cut down a stand of trees.
They hacked up all the beautifully carved items,
smashed them to splinters with their axes and hammers.
They have burned Your sanctuary to the ground;
they have desecrated the place where Your holy name lived in honor;
They have plotted in their hearts, “We will crush them and bring them to their knees!”
Then they scorched all of the places in the land where the True God met His people.
We no longer receive signs,
there are no more prophets who remain,
and not one of us knows how long this situation will last.
O True God, how much longer will the enemy mock us?
Will this insult continue against You forever?
Why do You stand by and do nothing?
Unleash Your power and finish them off!
Even so, the True God is my King from long ago,
bringing salvation to His people throughout the land.
You have divided the sea with Your power;
You shattered the skulls of the creatures of the sea;
You smashed the heads of Leviathan
and fed his remains to the people of the desert.
You broke open the earth and springs burst forth and streams filled the crevices;
You dried up the great rivers.
The day and the night are both Yours—
You fashioned the sun, moon, and all the lights that pierce the darkness.
You have arranged the earth, set all its boundaries;
You are the Architect of the seasons: summer and winter.
Eternal One, do not forget that the enemy has taunted You
and a company of fools has rejected Your name.
We are Your precious turtledoves;
don’t surrender our souls to the wild beasts.
Do not forget the lives of Your poor, afflicted, and brokenhearted ones forever.
Be mindful of Your covenant with us,
for the dark corners of the land are filled with pockets of violence.
Do not allow the persecuted to return without honor;
may the poor, wounded, and needy sing praises to You;
may they bring glory to Your name!
O True God, rise up and defend Your cause;
remember how the foolish man insults You every hour of the day.
Do not forget the voices of Your enemies,
the commotion and chaos of Your foes, which continually grow.
The Book of Psalms, Poem 74 (The Voice)
to be accompanied by this line of Psalm 74 from The Message:
“God is my King from the very start;
he works salvation in the womb of the earth.”
(verse 12)
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dreamc0rpse · 3 years
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1. What is you middle name? Mya
2. How old are you? 16
3. When is your birthday? July 2nd
4. What is your zodiac sign? “Cancer”/Gemini
5. What is your favorite color?idk I like a lot of them....uhm...all of them
6. What’s your lucky number? 13,26,27,24-they turned into unlucky numbers so 7
7. Do you have any pets? Yesss my boys(guinea pigs)
8. Where are you from? America
9. How tall are you? 4’11
10. What shoe size are you? 6
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Idk
12. What was your last dream about? I was....in my room. Violated by myself and then I woke up...those dreams always scare me awake...
13. What talents do you have?
Idk art?
14. Are you psychic in any way?
I have a lot of silly pointless visions that I usually begin to remember seeing them once it happens and how it went down minutes before it happens
15. Favorite song?
Idk I like machine girl and mayhem,morbid, metal music is good
16. Favorite movie?
Gardens of the night
17. Who would be your ideal partner?
My current boyfriend is very great rn
18. Do you want children?
I think sk
19. Do you want a church wedding?
Nah
20. Are you religious?
No
21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yes
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Yes
23. Have you ever met any celebrities? No
24. Baths or showers? Baths but I shower now
25. What color socks are you wearing? No
26. Have you ever been famous? No
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Maybe
28. What type of music do you like? All
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? I don’t think so
30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 1. It sucks
31. What position do you usually sleep in? On my back or stomach.
32. How big is your house? “Big”, idk my room is small but the living room is tall
33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Cereal. But we’re out of milk
34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yes
35. Have you ever tried archery? No but I always wanted
36. Favorite clean word? Owie
37. Favorite swear word? Whore
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? ...idk...a long time.
39. Do you have any scars? Yes.
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Idk
41. Are you a good liar? Idk
42. Are you a good judge of character? Usually
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Yes. Very badly
44. Do you have a strong accent? No lol
45. What is your favorite accent? Uhm. Australian
46. What is your personality type? Fuck uh lemme take the test.ok infp-T
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Shoes
48. Can you curl your tongue? A little
49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie😎😎
50. Left or right handed? Both, dominant in right
51. Are you scared of spiders? Sometimes
52. Favorite food? Uhh
53. Favorite foreign food? Uhhh
54. Are you a clean or messy person? Messy but I’m trying rlly hard rn
55. Most used phrased? Uhm
56. Most used word?mama😞
57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Idk probably like 30 min to the max and 5 to the min
58. Do you have much of an ego? Not anymore
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?bith
60. Do you talk to yourself? Yes it’s coming back again.
61. Do you sing to yourself? Yes
62. Are you a good singer? Probably nit
63. Biggest Fear? My therapist being right
64. Are you a gossip? No
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? South Park
66. Do you like long or short hair? Long
67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Fart,fart,fart and fat
68. Favorite school subject? Idk English cause I’m better at it
69. Extrovert or Introvert? Ambivert but more introverted usually
70. Have you ever been scuba diving?Yess
71. What makes you nervous? A lot, I am trying to get over social anxiety developed into agoraphobia. I’m getting better
72. Are you scared of the dark? Not rlly
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
Idk
74. Are you ticklish? No
75. Have you ever started a rumor? No
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Uhm idk
77. Have you ever drank underage? Yea
78. Have you ever done drugs? Yea
79. Who was your first real crush? Uhm uhhhm... Jeff the killer🤤😢🥲🥲
80. How many piercings do you have? 2. On ma ears🥲
81. Can you roll your Rs?“ no
82. How fast can you type? I used to be blue to type fast
83. How fast can you run? I hope I can still outrun most the people I know
84. What color is your hair? Brown and pink rn, with black bottom on brown cuz like. I am supposed to be redyeing to ginger bcuz I been waiting years to be who I wanna be
85. What color is your eyes? Is? I mean uh. Poop brown ig but sometimes just like us it is DIAHREA green brown
86. What are you allergic to? Nothing
87. Do you keep a journal? Yea but I’m not as consistent anymore
88. What do your parents do? Business
89. Do you like your age? No and yes
90. What makes you angry? Idk, suicide
91. Do you like your own name? Meh
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? Uhm yes they were joke names but in reality idk.
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? Idc
94. What are you strengths?not much
95. What are your weaknesses? My motivation lalalsls
96. How did you get your name? One my My besties😋
97. Were your ancestors royalty?idk
98. Do you have any scars?u bitch u asked me this
99. Color of your bedspread?ugly blue
100. Color of your room? Purple and pink :/ no it’s not swag like u might think
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minnieyoonie · 6 years
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Today, We Fight | 06
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Characters: Yoongi x Jimin (Yoonmin) / feat. BTS
Ratings: Mature
Warnings: Character’s Death, Blood, Gore, Violence, Explicit language
Summary: Everything came crashing down when an unknown virus break through within Seoul and the boys find themselves stuck in between the chaos as they struggle for survival for an unknown future waiting for them.
Chapter Index
Yoongi pants breathlessly as he and Taehyung manage to run out of the clinic, hands still clasped on Taehyung's tightly. Yoongi had grabbed his hand in instinct the moment they had spotted the unconscious person lying on the ground with blood covered clothes and a visible bite mark on his arm and the slight twitch definitely didn't go unnoticed. But what they hadn't expected was the group of infected that had been on their way here. The man had probably been chased and bitten while he was trying to escape and somehow, the infected must've followed him here. That's what had cause Yoongi's mind to kick into gear in seconds to make a run for it before it's too late.
"Shit! - Yoongi." Taehyung breathes out a choked voice and Yoongi turn his head to glance at him and the moment he'd seen Taehyung's shock eyes staring back at him, the heaviness in his chest tighten and the sudden realization finally dawned on him like a knife piercing his heart. "Oh my god. Fuck! - no, no nah uh." He shakes his head and let go of Taehyung's hand. Yoongi groaned loudly, too frustrated to think about attracting an infected. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Yoongi muttered under his breath with his hands tugging the strands of his hair while pacing back and forth. "Shit, shit, shit -"
"Hyung, we have to go back." Yoongi pauses and glared at Taehyung. "Don't you think I know that?" He snaps. Partly angry at himself more than at Taehyung's obvious statement. Yoongi regretted running out of the clinic whereby he should have grabbed Taehyung upstairs instead since the infected hadn't spotted them yet but instinct just acted on its own and the next thing he knew he'd lead them here, behind an alley path that stood in between the clinic and another building that Yoongi thinks, probably a café or something.
"Yoongi hyung." Taehyung's voice was gentle now as he gently holds Yoongi's arm to stop him from pacing angrily. Yoongi suddenly crouches down and covered his face with his hands. His body shaking viciously and that doesn't take a fool to know that Yoongi was crying. Taehyung felt his heart clenched at the sight. He knows that Yoongi is probably blaming himself now for leaving Jimin and Jungkook behind but he also knows that it wasn't his fault that his body had move on its own. Taehyung was in fact terrified and was unable to move his feet when they'd noticed the infected running in their direction, that's until Yoongi had grabbed him away. The truth is, if Yoongi hadn't done it, they both would have been meals for the infected and the idea of both Jimin and Jungkook finding their dead bodies wasn't a pleasant thought to begin with.
Taehyung crouches down next to Yoongi, pulling him into his arm as Yoongi sobs against his chest. The vibration of his body causes Taehyung to embrace him tighter in his arms, stroking his hair gently to calm Yoongi down, "shh.. It's okay, they will be fine. Shh.. It's okay, it's not your fault." Taehyung whispers comforting words against Yoongi's ear and eventually his breathing even out and the shake of Yoongi's body stop as he sniffles and pull Taehyung closer to him. "Jimin will hate me, won't he Tae?" Yoongi whispered and Taehyung just shakes his head, denying the words in an instant as he pulled Yoongi away with both hands on his shoulder to look him in the eye. "Don't even say that, hyung. Jiminnie loves you, since forever. - he would never have hated you for this."
"But, how? I left him Tae. I left him just after I confesses my feelings. Jimin would definitely think that I'm toying with him and that I'm selfish, ignorant and-" Taehyung can't bare hearing anymore of Yoongi's negativity and thus silent him with a peck on his lips. Yoongi was taken aback by the gesture and immediately froze. He tries to speak again but his throat felt dried and the look Taehyung gives him was unreadable for him to figure out what that had meant and eventually he didn't need to since Taehyung was already speaking, explaining it.
"I had to do it to shut you up. You're beginning to be like Jiminnie, hyung. And I hate it when you do that. Where's the savage Min Yoongi that doesn't give a fuck and will do anything that goes against his way, the thoughtful and always warmth at heart even if everyone thinks otherwise, the Min Yoongi that everyone looks up to. Hm?"
"I-" Yoongi started but he can't find any words to say. He was speechless. He didn't thought Taehyung would be so fond of him and the thought itself was endearing for Yoongi. "Sorry.." Yoongi breathes out with a sigh. "I'm really sorry Tae. I look pathetic, am I?" Taehyung shakes his head again, standing on his feet now with Yoongi following him. "Nope, not at all. - just adorable." Taehyung told him, flashing his boxy smile at Yoongi and he can’t help but to smile back. "c'on hyung, it's still not too late to save them."
"You're right. Let's go back."
Somehow Yoongi and Taehyung manage to find their way around the clinic and spotting the emergency exit staircase that leads to one of the windows on the 2nd level. They didn't wait to ensure if it's safe or whether it’s the correct room as they hastily climb up the stairs, their shoes thudded against the metal. They panted once they reach the top and Yoongi quickly surveyed the room to find it being the kitchen. He wonders how these building was constructed, the plan of it was definitely a wonder to begin with in the first place and for a clinic to be as perfectly like a normal house was what still puzzled him. Taehyung nudges his sides, "everything okay, hyung?" Yoongi nodded and moves away towards a door. Again, he was amazed. It's as if, from the look they were at, it's like the building was an apartment and from the entrance of the clinic, it's just a normal clinic with normal windows and etc etc. Whoever design this building must be a genius.
Yoongi stood in front of the door, waiting for Taehyung to be ready at whatever they're going to face later. "Ready?" He asked and Taehyung nods. Yoongi inhales deeply as he silently calm his raging heart down and mentally counted to three before bursting through the door.  The first thing they heard was, a loud groaned that followed by a worried voice. "Fuck, are you alright? - shit how did this happen?" The rustling that follows after was like someone getting up on their feet. Yoongi glance at Taehyung to find him already looking at him, they both nodded and go on their separate ways as Taehyung went ahead to the bedroom they had slept in to get their belongings out of the building. While Yoongi make his way towards the stairs.
Jimin was sure as hell that the body lying on the ground had twitch slightly and the trembling of his fingers were visible enough from where Jimin was standing beside Jungkook but Jungkook didn't seem to notice it. "Don't." Jimin whispered and tug him back when he felt Jungkook take a step forward. The man on the floor was bleeding so much that Jungkook thinks he was already dead. No one could ever survive with that much blood lost. The floor around him was beginning to pool with blood and his entire clothes were stained by it but one thing did catch his eyes, the too obvious bite mark on his arm.
Jungkook doesn't know why or how did he manage to move and crouch right beside the body despite Jimin's protest and struggles to hold him in place. Somehow, his body had its own mind. Jungkook reaches out a hand to touch the unmoving body when suddenly the man opened his eyes and lunges at him. Jimin gasped, mortified at the clicking of teeth and the drooling saliva that comes out of its mouth onto Jungkook's face. Jungkook grimaces at the weight pinning him down and the white eyes of what used to be full of life before, glaring down on him with its teeth clicking to bite off his flesh. He thought he would be a goner as his heart rate speeds up and will eventually die of a heart attack but what he didn't expect to witness was the sight of horror coming their way pretty fast and too soon, the next thing he knew, Jimin had yelled his lungs out, "fuck this hell hole!" as he throws a kick to the freshly-infected head but not hard enough to snap it and good enough for Jungkook to scramble to his feet again.
Jimin held Jungkook by his shoulder and did a quick examination on his body. Searching for any signs of scratch or just anything that would infected him. "fuck, are you alright?" Jungkook nodded and shakes his head at the same time, pulling Jimin away towards the stairs. "what?-"
"Infected, let's-"
"urgh-"
Jungkook turns around just in time as Jimin fall to the ground and was being drag by his leg from the infected that Jimin had failed to kill. Jungkook curses when the infected took Jimin away so fucking fast, he didn't know it could do that. "kook!-"
"Jimin!" Jungkook yelled and quickly searches for something to help him killed it. Jimin struggles and kick the infected again and again on its head, hoping it'll just snap off quickly. "Jungkook! Hurry up!" He groaned out in pain when the infected scrap its nails on his skin but not deep enough to puncture it but good enough to bring out blood. "Fuck-" Jungkook slam its head with a tray as hard as he could, causing the infected to roll off Jimin and Jungkook struck a knife he'd found in one of the consultation room into the infected skull. The infected immediately stop moving but then, things didn’t end there as easy as he thought. The others that Jungkook had spotted earlier are now in the building as well. There were four of the infected running towards them now. Jungkook curses while Jimin struggles to get on his feet. The injured shoulder he had, had eventually opened up and were now bleeding again.
"Shit." Jimin whimpered.
Jungkook glance at him, noticing he's bleeding again. His thoughts went wild immediately at the most obvious outcome. They would definitely die this time with no way of figuring where Taehyung and Yoongi were and that they were about to be devoured by infected. A great way to end one's life indeed. Jimin staggers slightly, his body felt weak and heaty suddenly, he wonders if this is what it felt like turning into one of them. He swallowed but felt his throat dried up and his vision was starting to cloud. Would he die now and then turned? Why does it feel so painful? Dying wasn't supposed to be painful, that's what his grandmother used to tell him when his mother had fallen ill and passed away. Jimin blinks a few times, forcing his vision to clear and just when it does, he's too slow to react. "Hyung!"
Jimin felt his body hit the ground again, his head hitting the hard wood panel with a thud – it feels like his skull had cracked. He felt dizzy as his head spins with his surroundings. He thought he'd heard a grunt and someone shouting his name, calling out to him desperately but nothing seems to make sense to him anymore – everything doesn't, even when he'd seen the teary eyes of a worried Min Yoongi gazing down at him before he'd heard a gunshot somewhere. It feels like a dream or perhaps it is heaven. The kind of heaven that Jimin doesn't regret having if it means to have his crush, lover and best friend, all in one person to whispers back his devoting love for him. To be cradle gently in his lover arms lovingly and the kisses he would love to be pampered with all at once and all to him only. Yeah, Jimin would definitely loves that kind of heaven as he slowly felt himself drift off with his eyes shutting close and a smile on his lips. Jimin felt exhausted and the sleep that's calling to him was hard to deny either. He could finally be at peace.
"I love you, Min Yoongi."
Jimin whispered softly before he felt himself slip off to nothingness.
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trubrookheim · 6 years
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Get to Know Me Uncomfortably Well [ I don't mind X3 ]
1. What is you middle name? Alexander
2. How old are you? 22
3. What is your birthday? January 14, 1995
4. What is your zodiac sign? Capricorn
5. What is your favorite color? 1st. Black 2nd. Red 3rd. Blue
6. What’s your lucky number? 3
7. Do you have any pets? Nope, never have ;-;
8. Where are you from? Santa Ana, California
9. How tall are you? 6'0, maybe 5'11
10. What shoe size are you? Foot long ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 5, 3 work shoes, 2 sneakers
12. What was your last dream about? The only thing i can remember, was me getting killed O.O that happens alot
13. What talents do you have? Black Belt in TaeKwonDo
14. Are you psychic in any way? I can tell when friends aren’t actually doing well, even if they’re good at hiding
15. Favorite song? Harukakanata - Unlimits
16. Favorite movie? Mars Attacks XD
17. Who would be your ideal partner? Someone who tries to be positive whenever possible, and who makes others happy :)
18. Do you want children? Oh hell yes
19. Do you want a church wedding? MMMMM, not sure exactly. I wouldn’t mind it.
20. Are you religious? Agnostic 
21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yes… many times.
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Nope, i’ve only seen alot of things and had to talk to cops about it
23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Mega64, twice actually.
24. Baths or showers? Showers, too lazy to make a bath
25. What color socks are you wearing? Black and grey with red stripes on the bottom.
26. Have you ever been famous? Like once in call of duty. I won many games and the people who stayed with me told others.
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Nope, wayyyyy too much attention. 
28. What type of music do you like? Metal, Rock Alt. Rock, Pop, Hip Hop, pretty much everything except Country. Although, i would listen to it if I lived in the Country. 
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Naaaaaaaaah
30. How many pillows do you sleep with? One super soft u3u
31. What position do you usually sleep in? 60% Right side 40% Left side
32. How big is your house? Apartment, and its normal size.
33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Protein bar or eggs w/bacon or spam. 
34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yes, many in fact. Ar-15, Pump Shotgun, 22., 38. 9mm, 357. 
35. Have you ever tried archery? Nope, but i would like to.
36. Favorite clean word? Oh Ok
37. Favorite swear word? Shit
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 36 hours
39. Do you have any scars? Left side of my face, on my temple. 
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Yes
41. Are you a good liar? Decent
42. Are you a good judge of character? I would say so
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Mexican, English, Russian, Chinese, Australian
44. Do you have a strong accent? Nope
45. What is your favorite accent? English
46. What is your personality type? 
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Was a Calvin Klein jacket, $95
48. Can you curl your tongue? Yep, and do this weird cross thing
49. Are you an innie or an outie? innie
50. Left or right handed? Right
51. Are you scared of spiders? Yesssssssssssssssssssssss
52. Favorite food? Cheeseburgers
53. Favorite foreign food? Sushi
54. Are you a clean or messy person? Can be both
55. Most used phrase? Ahhhhh shit or Ohhhhh boy
56. Most used word? Shit
57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 7 minutes
58. Do you have much of an ego? Ehhh, not really
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Succ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
60. Do you talk to yourself? All the time
61. Do you sing to yourself? Most definitely
62. Are you a good singer? I don’t think so, out of pitch X3
63. Biggest Fear? Death or being alone
64. Are you a gossip? No
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? Logan
66. Do you like long or short hair? Men: Both Women: Both
67. Can you name all 50 states of America? No, only like 35 or something. 
68. Favorite school subject? Math/Science
69. Extrovert or Introvert? Hardcore Introvert
70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope, i have a small fear of the water.
71. What makes you nervous? A certain someone… >////>
72. Are you scared of the dark? Yes, even if i might say i’m not and deal with it, inside i’m terrified. 
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Depends on the situation
74. Are you ticklish? Yep, my sides and neck
75. Have you ever started a rumor? Nope, that’s messed up. I have had a rumor on me, ruined my highschool life.
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Like in videogames, as a party leader o.o
77. Have you ever drank underage? Yes, accidentally when i was 12
78. Have you ever done drugs? Weed is the only thing if it counts
79. Who was your first real crush? Back in highschool, i was 18, Rocio. Very similar to how i was, all be it a bit crazy XD
80. How many piercings do you have? None, wouldn’t mind my ears. 
81. Can you roll your Rs? Well, i am Mexican X3
82. How fast can you type? Somewhere around 70-80 words per minute
83. How fast can you run? 6min 30 second mile.
84. What color is your hair? Black/dark brown
85. What color is your eyes? Dark brown
86. What are you allergic to? Pollen, mold, dust, peanuts, cats, the skin on peaches. 
87. Do you keep a journal? Yes, but i haven’t wrote in it.
88. What do your parents do? My father used to be a salesman. My mother is an Executive manager at Macys
89. Do you like your age? Kinda? I know i’m considered young, but i don’t feel it XP
90. What makes you angry? People who try to make others angry, or who are harmful to the people i care about
91. Do you like your own name? Generic, but its okay
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? Boy: Chris, Leon Girl: Cassandra, Katie
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? I would prefer a girl, but i would be alright either way
94. What are your strengths? Perseverance, determination, loyal, protective
95. What are your weaknesses? Oblivious, a bit dense, depression, anxiety
96. How did you get your name? Not sure exactly, my father picked it.
97. Were your ancestors royalty? Not that i know of.
98. Do you have any mental scars? My father dying in front of my eyes
99. Color of your bedspread? Red
100. Color of your room? White
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curtisbrothersgirl · 7 years
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71-80 :)
71: what makes you nervous?
being outside in the dark by myself cause i get paranoid af that somebody is there and ready to kidnap me at any second like no thank you
72: are you scared of the dark?
UM YES ^^^ you never know what’s around you in the dark
73: do you correct people when they make mistakes?
hmm i guess it depends on the situation and how well i know them?? like i’m not that person that comments on every post to correct people of their grammar and shit like that but if it’s like work related or something and someone is doing something the wrong way i’ll be like “hey i noticed this” and help them out to show them how to do it the right way
74: are you ticklish?
um YEAH okay my grandma had been a massage therapist for like 10 years and she would bring her massage table to fam gatherings and stuff and i would only let her do my back cause i’m too ticklish for anywhere else like once she tried to do my arms and legs cause i was sore from dance and i was like um NOPE STAHP I CANNOT RELAX (also why i’m scared to try getting a pedicure tbh)
75: have you ever started a rumor?
i’ve never started one myself but i’m sure i’m guilty of passing them along cause that’s what rumors do oops
76: have you ever been in a position of authority?
um does being the vice president of your fccla chapter in high school count?? lol
77: have you ever drank underage?
not really like i was never a partier in high school (pretty much a square) and the first time i got a buzz was the thanksgiving before i turned 21 with the fam so like 2 months before and that’s as rebellious as i got lolz AND THAT’S OKAY DON’T FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE TO DO IT IF YOU DONT WANT TO but like i’m 23 now so its v chill
78: have you ever done drugs?
nah i just never had any desire to honestly and probably wont, i’ll just stick with alcohol
79: who was your first real crush?
omg kindergarten thru 2nd grade it was this kid named hesston and i just thought he was the best and cutest thing ever and we were buds on the playground and i would get so jealous when he would chase other girls too lmaooooo
80: how many piercings do you have?
i have 3!! well i’ve had my ear lobes pierced since 2nd grade and a few years ago i got another piercing in the cartilage area just above my earlobe and got my nose pierced and i love it so much and feel like it fits me so well :)
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