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cantaloupe-draws · 3 years

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El Chico del Apartamento 512

Irl! Quackity x Female! reader

Summary: Nothing interesting ever happens in the apartment complex you live in. It’s the same old routine for you. Constantly turning down your neighbor and heading too and from your apartment. Well that’s up until you meet the very cute boy that lives in apartment 512 that you can never seem to gather the courage to talk too. To make make matters worse, he shows up to the cafe you work at

Switches from Reader’s s POV to Quackity’s POV at the very end

Genre: Song fic, fluff, somewhat cafe trope, strangers to lovers, crushes

Warnings: use of Quackity’s real name, creepy neighbor, cursing, and I think that’s about it

Song :El Chico del Apartamento 512 by Selena

Lyrics are in bold

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Every day is the same down the corridor

Every day it’s the same old thing. I pass the same old doors as I make my way towards my own at the end of the corridor. Counting the room numbers as I pass.

“508, 509, 510,-“ I count and but as soon as I reach room 511 the door suddenly swings forward and I’m greeted by both a whistle and Chad, my neighbor.

“Y/n baby I keep on waiting for you to go on a date with me like you promised,” Chad said as he stood in front of his door frame, right arm resting on the door. “I need to show you around town,” he said with a smirk as he rested his face on his fist.

I scoffed as I moved away from him, “The only thing you need right now is an urgent shower. You stink like a pig and it’s absolutely disgusting. Besides, I never promised you anything” I said, trying to continue on my way, but Chad just kept getting more and more persistent with every rejection. His nagging was getting annoying.

“Come Y/n I’ll take you to this bar across town, I’ll even pay for your drinks” he kept persisting.

You would think that any decent guy that’s asking you out on a date would obviously pay for them himself. It’s a given but this is Chad we’re talking about. I was sick of his terrible date ideas and I had to face him once again.

“Listen, I don’t know how many times I’ve told you this and how many times I’ll have to repeat it but, I don’t want to go on these stupids dates with you,” I told him as I rejected for what seemed to be the millionth time. And as soon as I said that the door beside us swung open.

Out came a young man wearing a navy blue cap that was covering almost the entirety of his hair but still managed to expose small tufts of dark brown hair from the sides. He looked up at the predicament Chad and I were both in and I was able to get a good look at him.

He had almond-shaped eyes that were a dark brown color and had various beauty marks scattered around his face. He was attractive. Very VERY attractive. Oh no I’m in deep shit, I thought to myself as I quickly turned away when I felt that I was staring at him for too long. He turns away from us and heads towards the elevator doors.

I stayed stunned for a few moments then turned to face Chad again, completely red in the face, dumbfounded, and at a complete loss for words. But before Chad could get another word out I quickly rushed to my apartment and leaned my back against the door once I got inside. My heart is beating fast and my chest feels tight and constricted. I quickly got myself a glass of water from my faucet and though it helped with my fast heart rate, it didn’t help the butterflies swarming around in my stomach. It might sound crazy but I think I’ve just met the man of my dreams.

Ever since then, I’ve made sure to take my sweet time walking down the corridor in hopes to see the cute boy from apartment 512 again. I’ve gone as far as to purposely make small talk and fake my interest in Chad in hopes to see him once more.

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The boy from apartment 512 the one who makes my poor heart beat fast.

I walked into the elevator quickly pressing the button towards the first floor when I heard someone yell “HOLD THE DOOR PLEASE!”

Loud footsteps came barreling towards the elevator. The yell of itself was enough to get my blood pumping but, to make matters much worse it was the cute boy from apartment 512 who was coming towards me.

“Thank you so much,” he said out of breath once he got inside. He offered me a smile of gratitude as the elevator doors closed. I noticed that he wasn’t wearing a cap this time but, instead he was sporting a grey beanie with red and blue stripes.

‘He’s the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my entire life’ I internally screamed to myself.

“Yeah, no problem” I responded quietly in hopes I wouldn’t make a fool of myself.

Even if there weren't more than two pieces of dialogue uttered between us, it was enough for my heart to beat faster than the speed of light.

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The boy from apartment 512 who causes me to stutter like I've never done before.

I was manning the cashier station at the cafe I worked at. It was filled to the brim with people who were either typing away on their laptops or having a conversation with their friends.

But on this day, I had finally learned his name.

The busy atmosphere had me tackling customers' orders from left to right, “Hello, may I take your order?” I said as the next customer approached me.

But surprisingly enough, I was greeted by a familiar face.

The cute boy from apartment 512.

“Yes, hello I would like a caramel macchiato please,” he said and I felt my face go red instantly.

Oh my god, it’s him again, I thought as I knew that my brain would start to scramble once more. “O-of course. Coming right up, n-name?” I asked him as I completely stumbled on my words.

“Alex,” he said, “Okay A-Alex your name will be called out when your order is ready,” I tell him as I continue on with my work.

My coworkers had never seen me lose composure like that. It was clear that they would never let me live this down but even if I made a complete fool of myself in front of him, a huge part of me also just wants to keep talking to him both night and day.

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But today I have finally truly decided to confess my love to him

I mentally prepared myself for the next time I interacted with Alex. I’ve finally decided that the next time I would run into him, I would finally ask to get to know him better in hopes that one day friendship will blossom into a wonderful relationship. A giddy laugh escaped me as I thought of the idea.

The cafe was busy as usual, with the same groups of people coming in. As it hit peak rush hour the line of customers just kept getting longer and longer and I was attempting to quickly attend to them to the best of my ability. Somehow, this was not enough to deter the feelings of butterflies in my stomach.

I knock on his door and I get goosebumps,

a blonde answers the door and my heart breaks

As I heard the bell above our door ring once more I raised my head and saw him, Alex. He was holding the door open for a woman as she walked in. They stood close together as they waited in line. This might seem like a bit of an exaggeration but when I saw them conversing together waiting in line the butterflies that were once fluttering disappeared and were replaced with dread. As my heart dropped, I realized that one thing was wanting to be friends with him but, that doesn’t change the fact that I had grown feelings for him. If he’s in a relationship then, what now? I felt lost as to how to handle this.

As the line in front of me kept getting shorter and shorter, I was becoming anxious as his turn was approaching. Though as it was almost the pair’s turn to order, Alex suddenly turns around and leaves the line and when his turn arrives he still wasn’t there. Despite this, I still went ahead and tended his apparent girlfriend.

I truly felt my heart breaking into pieces when suddenly she asked:

"Were you looking for my brother?"

“Hello, may I take your order?” I asked her, “Yes, can I have a vanilla latte please? But um, can we wait a couple of minutes for my brother? He went to the restroom and didn’t tell me his order,” she asked. Then the realization hit me like a ton of bricks, this was his sister. I’m so dumb, how could I’ve not realized the resemblance between them?? “Yeah that’s no problem” I finally responded.

Soon enough Alex came rushing towards his sister, “I’m so sorry for the wait” he said once he reached the both of us. “Just hurry it up. I’ll be waiting for you at the table” His sister said as she turned her back to the both of us.

Turning my attention to him as I rang up his order he then speaks up “You’re one of my neighbors aren’t you?” He asks me with a grin. I stop in my tracks as if I’m a deer in headlights.

“Yeah I am actually” I smile at him trying to muster enough courage to continue our conversation.

“I thought so, you were the one who held the elevator door for me the other day right? Also, the one who was yelling at my neighbor.”

My face instantly goes red as I thought back to the first time I met Alex. “In my defense he deserved it. He’s been harassing me ever since I’ve moved in” I shudder at the thought of Chad.

“Yeah I’ve realized that he really is a douche, he enjoys banging on the damn walls at three in the morning” he said as we laugh together at the stupid things Chad has done.

“Okay, okay you’re order will be out shortly,” I tell him with a smile, feeling my heart skip a beat. But Alex doesn’t move from the line.

“To be honest the whole reason I even came here wasn’t really for a drink or anything.” He said gazing towards the floor and rubbed the back of his neck.

“This might be a bit sudden because we’ve barely met but I wanted to actually ask you for your number since you seem really nice and you’re very pretty. If you’re not interested then that’s fine, I’ll just take my drink and go” Alex said sheepishly.

After I heard these words I found myself dumbfounded. At a complete loss for words. ‘DID HE JUST SAY THAT??? HOW DO I RESPOND???’ and from there my mind was absolutely speeding to the point where I just stood there. ‘HURRY UP AND DO SOMETHING!!!’ I yelled at myself, but yet still nothing managed to escape. Alex began to fidget more and more playing with his hands as I just stood there without a response.

“It’s okay, I’ll just go now.” Alex quickly said leaving.

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Alex’s POV

‘SHIT. FUCK. MOTHERFUCKER. STUPID IDIOT.’

I cursed at myself while I walked towards my sister. Laying my head on the table, covering it in utter embarrassment.

“That didn’t go well, did it?” My sister said while casually scrolling through her phone. “And here you were boasting about how much of a smooth talker you were. You sir, just got rejected.”

“Will you shut up?” I groaned at her not raising my head. I’m already embarrassed out of my mind and she is not making it any better.

“Fine fine, you big baby I’ll go get our drinks and then you can go home and cry.” She said standing up as our orders were called.

‘God, why did I think it was a good idea to bring my sister along? How had it not crossed my mind? I hadn’t even given it a second thought as to what I was gonna do if I did get rejected. And to make matters much worse I just got rejected in front of my sister. I will never hear the end of it at family reunions. I’m already mentally digging my grave when I heard my sister come back.

“I think this one is yours” She said as she placed my drink in front of me. I raise my head slightly so I would be able to see what was in front of me. I looked at my cup as it said:

‘To the cute boy from apartment 512’

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx -Y/n’

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A/N- So this is the first time I’ve ever wrote fan fiction before, I mainly stick to drawing so please excuse any mistakes I tried my best. But I hope you liked it over all. Also the lyrics in English don’t make as much sense as they do in Spanish, and it’s was bugging me so if they seem a bit odd you know why.

A special thanks to @tofuyami she really helped me with the brainstorming and editing process <3

@hungoverhellhound @cherrysirin @tofuyami @nealocus @struggling-with-time @bugsinmycoldsoup @venusacrossthestars @galaxygnf

Also stand Selena always -🍈

#quackity x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #one shot #quackity #dream smp #real person fiction

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artzychic27 · 3 years

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In honor of the glorious pride month (Coming up soon), please enjoy these Miraculous Pride Headcanons!

Inspired by this post by @transvoltronhc

You a TERF? Fuck off, beeyatch!

Marinette- The Pan Trans Queen we all Need 🏳️‍⚧️

She/Her- Pansexual/Polyamorous

Every time Marinette inhales, a terf gets punched

Every time Marinette exhales, a trans kid gets a flag

She and Nathaniel supply the face paint

She’s very vocal at pride and gets super violent with protesters

Marinette: *Punching protester while her friends cheer* I don’t wanna see your disgusting face here ever again, you filthy pig! Same goes for the rest of you!

Terfs go to protest, walk away covered in bruises and with a tiny crush on the bluenette

Got into a muscle-flexing contest and won first

Dyed her hair the colors of the pan flag and walks around with a brightly colored, bedazzled trans flag cape

Supplies juice boxes and cookies for the pride kids

She and Marc pass out colorful binders, flower crowns, and starter makeup kits

Drag Queens and Kings LOVE her and are always giving her hugs whenever she walks by / She’s even been commissioned by them to make outfits for their next shows. The audience loved them

Alya- The Badass Pansexual Pirate 🏴‍☠️

She/Her but is not opposed to They/Them

Actually has dressed like a pirate with a sword the colors of her flag. Anarka was so proud

Will punch TERFs with their Pan bestie any day

Ships random people

Leaves many girls swooning as she walks by in her thigh high leather boots

Alya: Sorry ladies, I’m spoken for. *Kisses Nino*

No one dares to flirt with her because she’s out of everyone’s league

One protester made a transphobic comment about Nino, and Alya immediately hit em with a frying Pan

The chaotic aunt of pride

Death drops are flawless!

Hands out phone cases they painted the colors of different pride flags

Born This Way is her anthem

Has many pride-themed superhero tank-tops ‘Super Gay 4 Super Girl’ ‘I’m Bi Man’ ‘Deadpool was at Stonewall’

Nino- The Insanely Cool Bi Trans Guy 😎🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him

Marinette made him a bedazzled cape so they could match

Mari and Kim’s brother in Transness

Dresses in hoodies no matter how hot it is

One of the mom friends. / Everyone wants to be adopted by him. / He once put everyone on baby leashes so they wouldn’t wander off

Everyone refers to him as “Trans DJ Jesus” because he wore sandals with a long curly wig one time. (To this day, no one knows why he did it)

Takes a five-minute break to Vogue with the drag queens

Supplies the music while skateboarding. He blasts every gay national anthem known to humankind

Alya, Adrien, Marinette, and Kim are very protective of him. Once, a TERF pushed him to the ground. Alya, Marinette, and Kim beat up the TERF while Adrien treated his friend to some ice cream

Adrien- Shit! We lost the baby! 🏳️‍🌈😱

He/Him & She/Her- Bigender/Bisexual/Polyamorous

Can’t stop, won’t stop wandering off because he’s never been to a Pride parade before

He was surprised at how accepting his father was. Although, it probably had something to do with Nathalie and Gorilla threatening to expose him as Hawkmoth if he didn’t let Adrien go

The class goes ballistic whenever she goes missing and will interrogate anyone

Myléne: *Interrogating a drag queen* Are you hiding him in your wig?! / Marinette: Get her out! She’s so frail! Her dad doesn’t feed her! / Nino: Found him! He was getting ice cream. / Myléne: ... You are free to go.

Nino has to put him on a baby leash every time

Drinks the most juice boxes and eats the most ice cream

Can’t tell when he’s being flirted with / Rando: Hey, cutie. / Adrien: ... My name is Adrien.

Bigender legwarmers, bracelets, and headbands

Dresses in pastels every year, and people just wanna hug him / He's happy to oblige and will hug anyone / Vows to hug the hate out of protesters

Every time Adrien smiles or laughs, a transgender child is accepted by friends and family and then gets a flower crown

Keeps getting asked if she and Marinette are dating. / Adrien: No, we’re just shopping buddies. (Secretly wishes for more)

A girl once asked if he was Cinderella when he wore a blue headband, and he immediately said yes. Now every week for Pride month, she dresses as a different Disney Princess

Nearly fainted when Marinette and Luka entered a flexing contest and Luka’s sleeves tore

Kim- Mari and Nino’s Bi brother in Trans Pride🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him & They/Them- Gender nonconforming

Kim: I’m a guy, I like blouses and heels, deal with it, people!

Kim/Mari/Nino: Bedazzled Cape Squad!

Muscle shirts and converse sneakers / Has a tank top that reads, ‘I flexed so hard the sleeves came off’

Got into a muscle-flexing contest against Luka and Marinette and got third place (No one beats Marinette)

Also can’t tell when they’re being flirted with

Alix and Max convinced him to dress in drag, and he went all out. Now he has the respect of many drag queens. And every pride parade, he wears heels and a huge wig

Gives everyone (Mainly Max) piggyback rides

Asked Max to be his boyfriend at one pride parade, and people thought it was so cute! They named that day, ‘Kimax Day’

Max- Not a Robot, I’m Agender 🤖

They/Them

Has many pride tank-tops and pins with puns / ‘Error 404 Gender Not Found’ ‘I Don’t Speak Binary Code’ ‘2/3 of the Invisible Trio’

Has Marinette paint their cheeks the colors of the agender and asexual flags

Has one of those digital backpacks with pixelated images on the front

Downloads Pride songs for Markov to blasts from their speakers

When they and Alix convinced Kim to dress in drag, Max may or may not have drooled a bit

Progress Pride Flag cape, socks, and nails

When protestors attack, Max goes all LGBT scientist on their butts, explaining the difference between gender and sex, what hormone blockers actually do, and how not every gay person has AIDS

Once beat up a sleazy protester for... Feeling Kim down there / Max: *Hitting protester with a baseball bat* If you ever do that again, I will fit Markov with a laser and have them slice your rotten dick off!

Marinette and Nathaniel helped them make pride bracelets with the sexualities and gender identities written in binary code. The pride nerds LOVED them

Nathaniel: Our Beautiful BiRomantic Son 🎨

He/Him

He and Marinette paint everyone’s faces before every pride parade

Painted an asexual heart on his Bi flag and wore it as a cape

Cuffed jeans, boots, tucked-in shirt, beanie, pride buttons / Paints pride flags on his denim jacket and shorts

Marc does his makeup, and he looks fabulous

His grandma teaches him how to fight in case of violent Christian protesters / Grandma: Sweetie, you’re Jewish and Bisexual, the world is gonna tear you apart. Learn how to give a mean left hook.

Once took over a face painting booth, now he does it every Pride Month

Enters the 'Crush a watermelon between your thighs' contest every time and always wins first

Saw couples cosplaying as Mightillustrator and Inverser, and cried tears of joy

He and Marc cosplay as couples at every pride parade. The fan favorites are Keith and Lance, Tweek and Craig, and Michael and Rich

CANNOT have too much sugar or he goes crazy and wakes up with no memories of what he did

The next day after an intense sugar high, people were saluting as he walked by and calling him ‘General of the Bisexual Battalion’ / He’s not complaining or questioning it / He has an army now and will one day take over all of Europe. Then the world.

Marc: The Rainbow Flag has Taken a Human Form🏳️‍🌈

Nonbinary- He/Him & They/Them

A True Pride Legend

Born on June 1st at a pride parade.

A singer helped deliver him, his cord was cut by a sword Lesbian, he was swaddled in a drag queen’s glitter cape, and their name was thought of by a drag king

This moment was so beautiful that many protesters cried and decided to join the parade

Everyone will literally stop what they’re doing just to get a picture with them / Everyone loves Marc!

Got into a splits contest and won

Makes flower crowns and knits rainbow flag scarves to pass out to everyone

Certified Mom Friend

Does everyone's makeup

Loses his shit when his shorter friends get lost in crowds

Hugs pride kids who were forced to sneak out or were kicked out of their homes then buys them ice cream / He and Nathaniel have adopted over fifty Pride kids who were kicked out of their homes

Joins Adrien in dressing like a Disney Princess. He SLAYED as Snow White

It may not seem like it, but Marc can throw a punch and fight with one hand right behind their back

Beat up a transphobic asshole for trying to “correct” a trans boy by forcing himself onto him. / They never did find the man’s body. In fact, all of his personal information was gone. Almost like he had never even existed... / Marc looks cute, but he can be terrifying when he needs to be

Alix: Two Out of 3 💚💜🖤🤍

She/Her & They/Them

Leaves many girls swooning as they skate by

Devious little shit

She doesn’t beat up protesters like her classmates. She pranks them until they cry / One year, they all ended up covered in rainbow glitter and pink feathers / Adrien and Rose help them make glitter bombs to throw at protesters, then they run away giggling

Wears sarcastic Pride shirts and black shorts with her roller skates

She and Jalil come out to their father every June

Alix: Father. I am AroAce! / Jalil: Also, I am gay! / Alim: Kids, I know. You’ve been doing this every year. / Jalil: Well... Thank you for being an ally!

This is the only time she’ll wear makeup / She wears it like war paint. Only it’s rainbow

Drinks the most juice out of everyone

Ships people with Alya. SHIPPING BUDS!

Myléne: Smol Asexual Bean ♠️

She/Her

Goes all out for Pride Month / Rolls around in glitter with Rose and Sabrina before every parade

Dyes her hair all rainbow / Wears a ‘Shakespeare was Here’ shirt with her asexual flag skirt

Has also beaten up homophobes and transphobes

Is the most vocal when it comes to putting those assholes in their place. Ivan has to hold her back sometimes

After an acephobe after they made certain comments (You ace folk know what I’m talkin ‘bout) She roundhouse kicked them / Every protester knows not to mess with the bohemian girl

Will blast The PROM soundtrack at max volume from her phone

Cosplays as musical characters. Veronica Sawyer was a fan favorite

Part of the “Where the Hell is Adrien?” Squad

Ivan: My Girlfriend is Stronger than Me, and it’s So Hot 💪😍

Prefers He/Him but is cool with other pronouns - Questioning his gender so isn’t using any labels right now

The responsible auncle

Mari and Alya’s partner in Pansexuality/ He can’t help if everyone is attractive, he just can’t!

Looks like he can kill you, but is actually a cinnamon role. Myléne on the other hand...

Has let Marc do their makeup and nails, and looks gorgeous!

Did drag. Slayed. Rocks those three-inch heels.

Tank tops and shorts club

Like Marinette, no one dares to flirt with him. Not because he’s out of their league, but because they’re scared of his girlfriend

Dyes his blonde tuft pastel pink every year

More pacifistic than her friends are when it comes to protesters, but if the right buttons are pressed, hell shall be raised

They join Alya and Alix in shipping random people

Rose: The Lovely Lipstick Lesbian💄

She/Her- Breaking lesbian stereotypes est. 2004

The kind aunt who supports all of her niblings

Has been going to pride with her dads since she was born/ One of her dads is a retired drag queen

Wears her rainbow fairy wings every year

Has a lesbian flag with dozens of girls' phone numbers written on it. / Doesn’t wear it anymore now that she has Juleka

Throws fistfuls of glitter at protesters and yells at them, “LIGHTEN UP!”

Sprinkles glitter on pride kids and tells them to sparkle

Marinette helps her make rainbow unicorn plushies to hand out to children every year

Dresses as Disney Princesses with Adrien and Marc. Princess Squad!

Bakes cookies to pass around

Drag Kings and Queens love this girl! She’s cute, loud, and carries glitter everywhere

Butch lesbians learn not to flirt with her after their encounter with Juleka

To piss of protesters, she dipped Juleka and kissed her for ten whole seconds / Rose: I bet your husbands don’t love you like that. / Drag Queens: BUUUUUURN!

Juleka: The Gay Witch 🖤🏳️‍🌈

She/Her & They/Them - Total lesbian

Was there when Marc was born, and will never forget that day. (She has an impressive memory, even as a baby)

They swore they saw a rainbow when he was born

Dresses as a witch and wears red eye contacts to every pride event so she freaks out protesters

Has actually cursed them / They just bought the spellbook off of Amazon

Carries around a rainbow parasol

Carries Rose under every threshold she comes across

Is a lot louder at pride events than on regular days

She actually sang Girls Like Girls up on stage, and everyone went wild

Sometimes wears suits

When they saw Rose being flirted with by some butch lesbians, they went ballistic / Now the butch lesbians are terrified of her forever

She and Luka help out with painting her friends’ nails and dying their hair

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride month

Luka: The Responsible Hot & Chaotic Auncle 💖💚💙

Agender- They/Them, He/Him, She/Her - Polysexual/Polyamorous

“For me, gender is like silence... I’m just not into it.”

Doesn’t really care what pronouns people use for him

Wears dresses to every pride parade. Anarka and Juleka have never been so proud

Is always doing drag cosplay. Marc and Nathaniel have never been so proud / They had people gawking when they did Jessica Rabbit cosplay

Purposely bends over in front of people, while wearing leggings, skirts, skinny jeans, or short shorts. Marinette, Kagami, and Adrien got nosebleeds

Marinette/Kagami/Adrien: Luka's ass in those shorts is a Godsend.

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride parade

The minute June starts, they’ll get up in the morning, grab their Polysexual flag, and just run around the city

Has been coming up with Pride songs to sing at protesters. Many of the songs insult them. / Luka: Okay! This one goes out to the trash behind barriers, it’s called, “Please shut the fuck up, you homophobic dildos!”

Got into a flexing contest and won second, but at the cost of their sequined sleeves

Asked Adrien, Marinette, and Kagami to be his significant others at a pride event. They all said yes

Has carried Adrien and Marinette on her biceps, and Kagami on her shoulders

Adrien: ... I marrying them first. / Marinette: Get in the back of the line, blonde wonder! / Kagami: Both of you move to the back.

Kagami: While You Were Busy Being Hetero, I Studied the Blade 🗡

She/Her - PanRomantic/Polyamorous

Surprisingly, her mother was very supportive. She even bought Kagami a rainbow sword / Turns out, Tamoe had a few flings herself. 😉

Kagami came out to the whole fencing team by wearing a pansexual-flag print fencing mask. Adrien squealed all through practice

She didn’t quite understand what polyamory meant and was confused as to why she had crushes on Adrien, Marinette, and Luka at the same time

After a bit of explaining and reassuring her that it was totally normal and not being disloyal to a partner, Kagami came to terms with being polyamorous

Tamoe allowed Kagami to go to her first Pride Parade. On the condition that she take her sword to ward off protesters

She was so overwhelmed and wasn’t entirely sure what to do until she found Marinette, Luka, and Adrien in the crowd with their friends

The four of them hung out together and got closer

Believes Adrien in pastels is one of the purest things on Earth

When Marinette and Luka entered the flexing contest, Kagami had to keep Adrien and herself from fainting

When Luka asked her, Marinette, and Adrien to be his significant others she tried to resist the urge to jump and squeal, but couldn’t hold it in

Likes it when Marinette wraps her trans flag around her. It’s so warm

Chased off a protester and TERF with her sword. They said some shit about Marinette being ‘fake’, Luka being ‘greedy’, and Adrien being a ‘pansy’, and she just snapped / While screaming in rapid Japanese, she chased about fifty protesters away. Her SOs were so proud.

Sabrina: The Ginger Gent 👑🏳️‍🌈

She/Her, He/Him in Drag- PanRomantic

Rolls around in glitter, as is a Drag tradition

Dresses in drag. / The Ginger Gent is her drag king name and she’s got like a glam rocker theme going on

Sequined leather jacket, coiffed toupee, glitter makeup

Started doing drag when she was twelve. Her dad supported her wholeheartedly and even entered her in junior drag contests. She took first place three times

Sometimes puts on private drag shows for Chloé. (Nothing weird!)

Marinette helps makes most of her costumes

Luka’s partner in Drag / Together, they kick ass and still look glamorous

A makeup expert (Next to Marc)

Roger taught her self defense / If you're going to Pride, learn to fight

Has taken down thirty protesters, his hair still looks awesome, and there's not a sequin out of place.

Chloé: The Badass Polysexual Demigirl 💖💚💙

She/Her and They/Them

Not really that attracted to guys

Best dressed. / Marc/Luka/Sabrina: She wishes!

Only allows Marc to do their makeup, no one else!

She has her own float in the parade / She passes out rainbow boas

Taking names and kicking butt

Has actually choked a protester with their flag and they don't do a thing about it since they're the mayor's child

Chloe: It pays to have political power. / Marinette: In this situation.

Doesn't tell people, but they came to Marinette, Nino, and Kim about gender stuff when they were questioning their identity

The day was spent teaching Chloe about the trans spectrum until she found the gender that felt right to her

Whenever Chloe gets excited, she makes out with the first girl she comes across. / Many young female protesters started questioning things when the blonde's lips grazed against theirs'

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hi-i-love-u-bitch · 3 years

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So I bindged watched the entry of Metal Family (a Russian YouTube series) and its absolutely adorable. My favorite characters are Glam and Dee because obviously I'm always gunna go for either the goofy dad type with a tragic backstory and the sarcastic little smartass.

Anyway, I've been hearing around that Dee might have a girlfriend and as much as I like the idea of him having a cool laidback goth gf, I just can't picture it. He probably doesn't like to admit it but I think Dee and his dad have similar taste in women; ie badasses who are slightly batshit crazy.

Meet Sasha, they were put together as tutors for each other, she was failing math while he was failing art.

At first glance Sasha seems like a sweet, giggly, airhead with an affinity for tacky jewelry and thrift store clothes. Which is of course what Dee assumed when he offered his usual method of helping her cheat her way through her classes.

She smiled at him and called him: a pig-headed narcissistic asshole who couldn't smell the rancid shit coming out of his own mouth.

Yeah, turns out she isn't stupid just has really bad ADHD and needed someone to help her study math because her brain finds it too boring and therefore unimportant to focus on.

Their relationship is sort of similar to Glam and Ches when they first met; Sasha being a witty yet odd character while Dee struggles to makes sense of what the hell she's saying sometimes.

Because of her ADHD Sasha tends to switch out hobbies like socks; she especially likes activities that keep her hands occupied, such as knitting or origami. Dee has no idea how she can multy task so many things at once.

She is very forward and can be quite blunt when speaking her mind, though she tries her best to remain polite.

She is a big fan of grunge music and punk rock. Nirvana and Foo Fighters being her favorite.

She is the third oldest of six, so middle child syndrome all the way!

She's a bit of an anarchist and can often be found during the weekend tagging government property or big name brand store. Somehow she never seems to get caught.

Her parents are ex-punks so they aren't really surprised or disappointed with their daughter's antics so long as she doesn't get arrested. (More on her family later)

She knitted Dee a beanie during one of their study sessions, it was black with little cat ears. Now he wears it any time its even remotely breezy outside.

Heavy was the first to meet Sasha since they go to the same school. He couldn't understand how such a sweet girl could be friends with his asshole of a brother. She simply giggled and ruffled his hair, stating how Heavy remind her of her own younger siblings.

After that meeting people suddenly stopped bullying him. It was weird but Heavy wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth so he didn't question it. He did, however, wonder why Sasha had a baseball bat in her locker when she didn't even play the sport.

When Dee first invited Sasha over to hang out he made sure that his family would be out all day, because he knew that they would all make it their personal mission to embarrass him in front of her.

That plan backfired very quickly as they returned much earlier than expected and the two teens had been in the living room watching movies and cuddling.

Victoria adored her immediately, insisting she say over for dinner all the while making cheeky remarks at Dee to "make sure to keep her happy so she won't realize that she can do better."

Glam had meant to interrogate her, as he is secretly an over protective father at heart, but he was just so damn charmed by her he didn't have the nerve to do it. Instead he ended up showing her the boys' baby pictures (much to Dee and Heavy's protest).

Her and Ches vibed so well together, it was kind of weird and fascinating to observe. They later find out that Sasha is probably the only person out their that can beat both Glam and Ches in poker.

By the end of it Dee is red in the face with embarrassment and when he escorts her to the bus stop he apologizes if it was all a bit overwhelming. Sasha simply giggled, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek assuring him that she really likes his family and can't wait to come over again.

Of course Sasha was the first to confess because Dee still had no idea about his feelings. Thought it was less a confession and more of a statement as if it was something she assumed he already knew.

He didn't, obviously.

Sasha knew that Dee liked her back but she needed for HIM to come to that conclusion himself if they had any hope of starting a relationship. So she remained patient and waited for him to catch up.

Though this did NOT stop her from teasing and flirting with him just a little 😋

She really couldn't help it, Dee was way too cute when he got all flustered and shy (much like his mother in that regards).

So they aren't OFICIALLY dating but they are together, kind of like a trial run (according to Dee at least).

ABOUT HER FAMILY:

Her parents are high school sweethearts that used to ride around town with Victoria and her old crew.

Sasha's mom is a headstrong yet laid back woman that runs the local laundry mat, popular with bikers as it specializes in cleaning leather. Her father is this big, burly, stoic man that works in construction and doesn't tend to say much. They love each other and their children very much.

Sasha has an older sister and brother as well as three younger siblings, twin boys and a little sister. Her older sister is living in England while also going to college to study political science. Her older brother is on his last year of high school and works as a mechanic at a local bike shop. Her twin brothers are in middle school, just a year below Heavy, while her little sister is just starting the first grade.

When Sasha invites Dee over to her house to study he is greeted at the door by her father who looms over him, glaring daggers. Dee may have seen his life flash before his eyes for a just moment.

Thankfully, her mother was much nicer, inviting him in as she called Sasha downstairs. Her younger siblings were very rowdy, asking him questions about who he is and why he was here. Her older brother however, joined along side his father to glare holes into his head.

He was all too thankful when Sasha finally came downstairs to get him, announcing that they would be in her room studying until dinner. Her older brother shouted after them to "keep the door open" and Sasha gave a cheery reply of two middle fingers in his direction.

Dinner was awkward, at least for Dee, but it wasn't terrible. By the end of it, when they were hanging around the bus stop, Sasha (who insisted on seeing him off as he usual does) proudly said: "I think they like you."

"Oh really?" Dee said with a nervous chuckle, he wasn't quite sure but he trusted her judgment. 🖤🖤🖤

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vkookjamz · 4 years

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"𝘉-𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..?"

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

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Y/n's POV

Eyes now widened, you gripped the arm rest on your left. Your ears stood up, becoming stiffened along with your tail twitching in alert.

Who said that- What said that?? That definitely wasn't your conscience- It sounded- familiar, but your mind couldn't seem to come up with anything to pair the voice to.

The voice was feminine, deep and smooth it sounded almost like a mother's who was singing their child a lullaby.

But deep down in the pit of your stomach you just had a feeling it was instead masking a siren. Who's sweet sound would slowly lure you into its trap leading to your ultimate demise.

'I will awaken' 'do not fear what you are that's their job' Who is going to wake up and why would people be afraid?

You felt your head get dizzy and your body heat up. You felt as if you were about to pass out until it spoke again.

Calm yourself.

That's rich, how exactly were you supposed to do that when you're pretty sure you've gone mad.

'you're not crazy y/n- just close your eyes, take a nap, you're probably just tired and hungry that's all'

You spoke to yourself, repeating affirmations inside your mind until you heard it once again.

ha..

Growing irritated at whatever this was, you heard the eerily seducing tone giggle softly, causing you to let a snarl form on your face as you growled under your breath.

Oh come on now it's laughing at you?? How the hell was this possible- one second you're just staring at the moon on your way to dinner with the boys and now you've completely lost your shit?

Dear child, I am you. You are me.

'what are you talking about- I'm me..'

"Uh baby girl? we're here" Jungkook rubbed your back softly, tilting his head as he scanned his eyes over you.

Inhaling a deep breath from your nose, your eyes snapped open glancing around the car you saw the other members lazily unbuckling their seatbelts.

They all were getting up with slight groans and happy sighs while putting on their masks and coats, preparing to enter the restaurant you all were currently in the parking lot of.

Shaking your head you frowned your brows together confused. Had you been asleep? Was what you experienced a dream?

You didn't remember falling asleep- just looking at the moon, then everything got quiet, then the voice. Your eyes never closed, you know they didn't.

Looking back at Jungkook you blinked a few times to focus then nodded quickly. "Ah- yes I'm sorry Appa- I spaced out I guess"

He chuckled giving you a cute side smile, shaking his head he quickly threw his own coat over your shoulders, helping you out of the car and reaching down to hold your hand, knitting his fingers together with yours.

"It's alright baby, now that you had a little snooze during the drive I'm sure you should be plenty hungry yeah?" he ruffled the top of your head closing his door.

"I-I- slept..?" you frowned looking up at him, your grip on his hand tightening. Jungkook nodded looking back at you with pursed lips letting out a small laugh. "Yeah the moment we got in the car you looked out the window for a moment then passed out- I was worried at first but Namjoon-Hyung said you were probably just exhausted since- you know, first time being a human and we did a lot"

So you had fallen asleep..

Maybe what you heard was just you having a dream, after all Namjoon was right, you had done a lot since you were in your new form.

And one time when Hoseok woke up to take out the trash in the middle of the night, he swears he heard racoons talking to him- but we all thought he was just too tired and his mind was playing tricks on him. Maybe it was the same with you?

"Yah come on you two! Tae is starving!" Jimin spoke with a chuckle as he jogged down to walk beside the two of you. Wrapping an arm around both yours and Jungkook's neck.

You smiled with a nod, looking between him and Jungkook then facing the doors of the restaurant as you all approached it. Hopefully dinner would put you at ease.

~Time Skippy~

After you all had entered the restaurant, you noticed there wasn't too many people inside, which was equally good and bad.

Good because that meant you wouldn't have any trouble finding a table, or have to wait to long for your food, but bad because with no people around, the boys wouldn't have to hide their crackhead selves as they ate.

And when they ate, they would be at the peak of their crackhead energy. It was embarrassing at times but you loved it regardless- so okay maybe it wasn't BAD, just them being themselves.

"Yah where is the meat- I need meat" Namjoon spoke scrunching his nose up at the sight of the many lobsters on their table.

Taking a large bite of his own lobster Jungkook hummed singing with his cheeks stuffed. "I need you meat~"

"Jungkook please don't be like Jimin and start singing memes-"

"To be fair Hyung, you ordered a ridiculous amount of lobster-" Yoongi pointed out taking a swig of his wine.

"Oh so you want me to ask the waiter to take yours back?" Jin raised his brows eyeing the second oldest.

Yoongi pursed his lips grabbing his plate and pulled it closer to himself. "....No"

"Exactly, now hush and eat like Taehyung, he hasn't said a word since he sat down so that means he's eating well~" Jin praised continuing to eat his own plate of food.

Taehyung's head poked up, his cheeks filled with his noodles as he held a fork with meat attached to it in one hand and his other dipping into his bowl of soup.

"Wah you're eating like a pig- slow down or you'll choke-" Hoseok chuckled shaking his head as he took a small bite of his own food.

Jimin merely smirked at Hoseok's comment as Taehyung pouted then scrunched his nose to frown as he proceeded to eat. You on the other hand where just sitting watching all of the males as they joked and ate, you hadn't even touched your salmon.

"Princess you're not eating are you alright?" Yoongi nodded over to you from across his spot at the table, your ears perked from under your beanie and you nodded with a small sweet smile.

"Ah yeah uncle Yoongs, I'm just watching you all- it kinda entertains me more than eating I guess" you chuckled as you picked up your fork, beginning to dig into your meal.

"Ahh, you know- this actually reminds me of our very first meal together you know? The night Jungkook-ah brought you home and we all ate ramen in the dorms" Namjoon smiled revealing his dimples at you, as the waiter came placing his well waited for steak in front of him.

Jungkook's eyes brightened as he licked his lips nodding at the other. "Yeah Hyungs sent me out in the middle of the night to get them food when I could've been kidnapped"

"Oh shut up you muscle pig you're too heavy for anyone to kidnap" Jimin laughed leaning back in his chair, his sweet smile causing you to giggle as you looked back at a slightly offended Jungkook.

"Yah I was fifteen! you never know!" Jungkook huffed. You patted his hand gently nuzzling your head against his shoulder with a purr.

"Actually- I don't remember much of that night- what was all of your reactions when you first saw me..?" you blushed sitting up as you took a bite of your food nervously.

Everyone seemed to smile to themselves after your question, which made you a little uneasy and worried- but you were still curious.

"Well, I opened the door for Jungkook so I of course was the first to see you- but then Jungkook told me to 'sHuT uP' so I had to hold in my excitement" Jimin nodded giving a little glare to Jungkook who sat across from him.

Taehyung raised his hand and sat up clearing his throat as he took a sip of his Pepsi with a hum. "Well I was next to see you, since me and Jungkookie shared a room at that time, and he looked really excited and very fond over you so I was happy you made him happy"

You smiled pursing your lips as you looked up to Jungkook who was blushing a bit. "Then I was happy because I remember when you first saw me you pounced on me and made Kookie jealous" Tae laughed causing you to choke widening your eyes at his words.

You forgot when you were a young kitten you had a slight crush on him-

"Anyways- uh, uncle Hobi what about you?" you laughed a bit nervously as you felt the slight tension in Jungkook's body at Tae's words.

"Ahhh, when I saw you the first time I was actually even more excited than Jungkook- I was prepared to beg him to let me help take care of you but he wanted that job all to himself- I guess he wanted you to understand you belonged to him" Hoseok smiled with his mouth closed as he ruffled your head with his hand carefully.

"Yeah plus when our manager found out we had you in the dorm and that Jungkook had brought you he kinda made sure Jungkook was the one doing all your caretaking since he didn't want all of us getting side tracked when we were still in the process of debuting" Jin nodded cupping both of his cheeks as he rested his elbows on the table watching you.

"But when I saw you, you were automatically one of my children as well, it's just my instinct to be the 'eomma' of you all" he smiled winking at you as you giggled in return.

"I don't think I ever told you this Jungkook-ah- but actually our manager at that time made it up to me wether or not we would keep y/n or not-" Namjoon mentioned at Jungkook who raised his brows.

"Really Hyung? what made you say yes?- I mean I'm glad you did but- you know-" Jungkook questioned.

"Well when I saw y/n she was very tiny- and like Taehyung, I saw she made you really happy and she kinda helped you open up more with us since you were pretty shy" Namjoon replied as he gave a reassuring smile towards the younger.

"Thanks Hyung.." Jungkook smiled bowing his head once as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder protectively.

You purred pleased, becoming soft at all of their answers before you let your eyes fall to Yoongi.

"And you uncle Yoongs..?" you asked tilting your head, blinking once curiously since the older male had stayed pretty quiet the entire time.

Everyone seemed to stare at him awaiting his response, since of course he wasn't known for sharing his own feelings too often.

"Actually, I love animals so I was happy with you" Yoongi shrugged, his small answer making you pout a bit along with everyone else around the table, which he noticed.

"Aish alright alright, I thought you were really cute and I would baby you when you were a kitten and sometimes I'd have Jungkook almost get a heart attack because I'd sometimes take you to have naps with me in my office after I'd finish writing music because you helped me sleep" Yoongi sighed running a hand through his hair.

You smiled blushing as your tail twitched pleased at his words, everyone seemed to have loved you from the beginning. Most people wouldn't be so accepting of animals especially in their circumstances at that time.

As everyone proceeded to laugh and praise Yoongi for his answer, you kept your smile letting yourself slip into your own thoughts.

You saw how far they all had come from where they had started. Their company was basically nothing when they started their group, they didn't eat some nights yet they worked their asses off practicing hours on end. And through it all they had and cared for you, loved you, and basically raised you as they grew up themselves. It amazed you that from how much they've accomplished, still they are so genuine to themselves as well as with their feelings towards you. Even now that you've almost completely changed into an entirely different person, they still accept you like they did the very first day.

Finally you managed to snap yourself back to reality, looking back up to Yoongi who sighed with a smirk as he looked at everyone.

"Alright, who's getting the check"

A/n: I hope this isn't too sappy-

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faustonastring · 4 years

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Could I get headcanons for the main six with mc who is obsessed with stuffed animals?

Thanks for requesting I hope you like it :)

Request are open! :))

Main six with an mc who is obsessed with stuffed animals

Asra

He thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world

Every time he travels away from you, he always brings you one back that represents where he traveled (a modern day example would be a teddy bear with a sombrero to represent Mexico, (just so you get the picture)) he also gets to them as presents for birthdays and holidays anniversaries

In a modern au, you both more or likely have a beanie baby collection hiding somewhere in the shop, you both probably brought another beanie baby snail so you could recreate the “snesbian”(snail lesbian) wedding you saw on tiktok

Early in you’re relationship (pre-upright) before he can take you on trips with him he finds it really comforting to know that you have a cuddle buddy or two to keep you company while he’s away, but after you’ve been together for a while (post-upright) don’t be surprised when you wake up and all your stuffed animals are on the floor (that is if you sleep with them of course!)

I also really like the idea of asra trying to make you a stuffed animal for your birthday or anniversary, or any other celerbration (something a like his Faust trinket you can get from the wheel, just a little more improved, )

Apologies in advance for the angst BUT If you’ve had this obsession pre-memory lost, when you’re,,,, y’know (trying to keep this as spoiler free as I can for some of the new guys!) he clutches on to it every night while he’s trying to sleep, crying out you’re name, (and probably uses it in his studies to try to get you back,) and post-y’know, he brings it with him during all his trips because of how much he hates being away from you, and if you’ve grown fond of that one, he’ll bring another one you like a lot, he feels bad but he can’t help it, he just misses you so much

Also some of you are gonna hate me for this but piggy backing off of that angst I just wrote, imagine Julian and asra in the shop, doing...their....studies..(if you know you know) and Julian just sees the stuffed animal in the bed and asks why asra has it (and being himself try’s to make a joke about asra needing to sleep with a stuffed animal, when he can just sleep with him instead-) and asra just kicks him out, and they never talk about it again.

Nadia

She’s on it. She’ll ask you a million questions, “what kind do you like, do you need to sleep with any, do you want a custom one, or a spefic kind?”

Her room is so cluttered with stuffed animals by the end of the week, that she makes you pick out you’re favorite one (which quickly turns into ten or twenty) and the rest go to their own separate room in the palace, where they’re put on display, and easily accessible for you to switch out with any of the ones In you’re too, that you’re bored with

In a modern au I feel like Nadia would also be on bored for collecting beanie babies, but unlike asra who’s only in it for the snesbian wedding she wants all of the rare ones doesn’t matter how much they cost, she has them, it’s not even about you at this point, when Nadia gets a kick you just gotta let her ride it out.

I think it’s canon (or atleast close to canon) that Nadia loves to design clothes, I mean we all know she loves to tinker, but I think she’ll find it really relaxing destining new stuffed animals with you and clothes for some of the ones you already have if you’d want (and yes. She makes matching ones for you and you’re favorites)

If you do sleep with them, Nadia might find it a little hard to sleep with all the clutter around the bed so she’ll thoss the ones your not cuddling off the bed (or if she’s having a real sleepless night, she’ll throw them across the room) but nonetheless if you’re happy she’s happy, she’ll never get agitated at you for having your own interest (despite tripping over like three of them while trying to start her day)

Also I feel like atleast one of Nadias sisters had that stuffed animal phase as a kid, if you know baby....then you know so I feel like it’s really refreshing for her to be able to keep stuffed animals around without having to hear someone scream and whine because they couldn’t get the one they wanted

Julian

The day after you tell him he brings you a doctor teddy bear, wearing a hand-sewn eye patch witch Portia more or likely helped him make (note that I said helped he wanted to try to make it on his own... but surgical stitches are a lot diffrent from things such as cross stitches,,,, and the fabric is just a lot more flimsy then human flesh)

He likes to bring you ‘fun’ ones as he calls them, teddy bears dressed as pirates, doctors, flappers, any kind that matches you’re faveroite animal, pigs decked out in fancy clothes (the vesuvia verson of Miss piggy) espically if he knows you like them, he would do anything to see you laugh and smile, especially if it’s from one of his gifts, it makes his heart jump

In a modern au, you could spend your quality time making fun of the ridiculous beanie baby prices, but for the love of god please don’t say you find a beanie baby who’s highest bidding price is over one hundred dollars cute, because HE WILL bid on it and the price DOESNT MATTER (also- self indulgent but If you have a furby espically the older ones, it will freak Julian the hell out, and he will quickly turn it so it’s not looking at him every time he enters a room)

Every time you travel together he checks all the touristy gift shops for a stuffed animal you like, and will happily buy you any type you like, and it doesn’t matter how big it is. He WILL make it fit in his suit case, even if it means he has to leave a couple pairs of shoes behind.....

If you sleep with any of you’re stuffed animals he doesn’t mind, I mean sure he ends up laying on a couple of them, and the do end up getting tangled in his limbs, but he finds it cute and is willing to make a sacrifice, and if he were to come in late from working overtime and caught you sleeping cuddling the doctor teddy bear he gave you....with the eyepatch that he helped make....he wouldn’t want to disturb you... so he pulls up a chair and watches you sleep in the least creepy way possible

If you two are ever trying to do the do and your stuffed animal is In the room... or even better facing towards the bed... I think it would make Julian the slightest bit uncomfortable but would just laugh it off and say something along the lines of “I didn’t know we had and audience” or “looks like we have a guest” which would be terrifying if he were to say that mid-ya know

Portia

You two vibe so hard

Out of everyone I feel like she is definitely the most enthusiastic and chill about having stuffed animals in her cottage, and I mean sure they’re everywhere and she’s tripped on atleast six of them... but as long as pepi doesn’t get too any of them( again) you’re fine

I like to imagine she has something (other than Julian) that survived the ship wreck with her, wether that be a blanket or a stuffed animal (for the sake of this head canon it’s a stuffed animal) that she holds very close to her yes this is very unlikely given, well all the factors but she deserves something, and if your really against that idea, a little stuffed animal Julian gave her when she was a kid before he left

I can’t keep headcanoning that every one has a thing for beanie babies in a modern au, even though she has a snesbian wedding in her garden with a snesbian officiant which she photographs and gets tiktok famous off of.... she’ll be more into anything Sanrio related, like don’t leave this girl alone in round one because she’s already spent 150 trying to win the rilakkuma stuffed animal that’s riiiiight over the edge (after many many try’s, she does win it, and gives it to you)

She is the type to sew, or crochet, or even knit you stuffed animals, and those are usually the ones she ends up giving you, if not? They definitely were handmade from somewhere, probably a small shop or from an old lady selling them at the heart district

If you sleep with stuffed animals....well good news because so does she! Throughout the night not only are you to fighting for the blanket (if it’s during winter) but now you’re fighting over the stuffed animals, and every night as soon as one of you says you’re going to bed, it’s a race to see who can get to bed first and hog all the stuffed animals, (which may lead to a pillow fight if you’re lucky)

One time pepi tore up one of you’re faveroite stuffed animals and Portia felt so bad about it that she not only made pepi her own toys to play with, but sewed up your toes up one, and if it was beyond repair, she would make you an identical one

(Also Portia is the type to spend 100 dollars at a carnival trying to knock the milk bottles down so she can win her s/o a cheap stuffed dog that pepi is gonna claw into anyway...but it’s the thought that counts :’) )

Muriel

Does. Not. Understand. But hey! He’s trying~! A+ for effort right?

He wants to make it clear that it’s NOTHING to do with you, he finds it ADORBALE! He really really does and he’s trying hard to express that but depending where you are in your relationship with him....makes a little bit of a difference, so for the sake of the headcanon muriels headcanon is gonna be soon after his upright endeding so expect some assumptions about his character but I do know that people just don’t change over night so one things for sure....he still doses to fully understands soft nice things

I think Muriel likes to hear you talk, like sure he prefers the quiet, but out of everyone in the world, your the only person he doesn’t mind listening to (how sweet! ) so he probably asks you a lot of questions, but not necessarily like Julian, more questions that ask why you like them, because he wants to like them too, and you want him to like them too, but you do still have some work ahead of you

In a modern au.....build a bear dates @lisa-frank-cave did a headcanon on it a while back that I REALLY liked, it is a little buried so if you’re having trouble finding it lmk and I can reblog it for you, but atleast visits their page and look for it because their stuff is super good! :) so for sure go check out their head canon for it if you want something more in depth but to just elaborate my thoughts on it, it’s just something the two of you could do together (and I feel like Muriel loves spending time with you no matter what activity it is) I also feel like he’d like being able to make something with you, which works out great if you can’t whittle to save you’re life,,,and I dunno,,,it just makes me soft,,,,

I don’t like the head canon that Muriel has bug clumsy hands, he can whittle for gods sake! And used to make masquerade masks for asra to sell pre-plague times, (and made his own in every route but his own) so I feel like Muriel would atleast attempt ONCE to sew or crochet you a stuffed animal, it’s a little tragedy looking, and over time it starts to fall apart at the seams, but he made it for you, and seeing you love it so much let’s him know all his hard work payed off, and he’ll make you another one or two

He doesn’t mind if you sleep with stuffed animals, but he apologizes in advance if they get crushed (the bed is barley big enough for the both of you) and gets a little jealous if you’re cuddling you’re stuffed animal instead of him, he won’t say anything but he’ll for sure get pouty about, and as cute as he is when he’s pouty make sure you don’t cuddle you’re stuffed animals more than him, because if you do it will start to get to him if you know what I mean

Also refuses to have sex if stuffed animals are on the bed or facing the bed, if they’re on the bed, he’ll throw them off, facing the bed, he’ll turn them around, he just doesn’t like the idea of being watching while being intimate with you

Lucio

If I’m being honest will make fun of you a tiny bit at first (he’ll stop he he strikes a nerve) but soon finds the appeal

Mama morga didn’t let him have stuffed animals growing up, for a while there she didn’t even want him sleeping with a blanket, so he’s alllll over this, but yeah you’re stuffed animals are cute, but he wants a spefic type of stuffed animals.... next thing you know Lucio says he got some stuffed animals for you two to share, and it’s just about 30 diffrent variations of goats. But hey! Atleast he offered to share!

In a modern au I feel like lucio would be overly enthusiastic to go to build a bear that he nearly crushes a kid with his knock off red bottoms trying to get in there, dragging you behind him, then impatiently rushes the whole process not making too enjoyable for you (depending on who you are of course) but lucio just seems to be having fun! (Also goes on a Saturday afternoon and they are like four kids celebrating their birthday and a line that goes out the door, unlike Muriel who goes early Sunday morning or Tuesday night to beat the crowds)

He personally likes anything goat related, but also likes custom made ones made with red velvet and and gold stitching, and will happily buy you or get any kind you want customed made, and on you’re birthday? When you wake up in the morning the room is covered with all diffrent typed of stuffed animals, and lucio is beaming proudly in the middle of it

If you sleep with them then no problem! Lucio would too! But if he catches you cuddling a certain stuffed animal more than him then it might just....disappear for a while...but if he sees you upset or worried that you can’t find it, don’t worry! It will reappear again.... or something very similar to it.....

One time Mercedes and Melchior tore up one of you’re favorite stuffed animals (again) so lucio had them kicked out of his bedroom...or so he said, what really happened is while he was waiting for your replacement to come in, he wanted to act all tuff and kick Mercedes and Melchior our to assert his dominance, but secretly still played with them and let them back in you’re room when you weren’t around. You know. But you pretend that you don’t

Thanks for reading if you would like something more spefic welll.....

My request are open! :)

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nataliedanovelist · 4 years

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GF - Shards of Glass 2/2

After over thirty years, Ma is getting paid a visit, all thanks to the persuasion of a sweater-making, pig-loving teenager. (Here’s part 2, as promised. Hope it lives up to everyone’s expectations!)

@thestanbros

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Despite it being over forty years since he had been home, Stan found it so easy and so familiar as he walked down the sidewalks with his family that he could probably travel blindfolded. So many times he and Ford had walked down this way for home from the beach, just in time for dinner.

It was sad how much anxiety Stan was having over visiting his own mother, how badly his stomach was turning; he attempted to distract himself by observing his childhood home. The buildings hadn't changed much, except for the interiors. Almost every business that was here in his youth was either replaced or drastically renovated. Except for the Belgian Waffle Store, that place was bustling with people eating a late-breakfast or an early-lunch.

And there it was. Sandwiched between the waffle joint and a new shoe store was the old pawn shop that had been transformed into a comic book store. Mabel grinned and rushed up to the windows, pressing her face against it to get a good look at the displayed comics. "Wow! You should feel right at home, huh Grunkle Stan?"

He snorted a quick laugh. "Bet this place'll make more money now than it ever did for our old man."

Mabel entered with Dipper by his side. The old men lingered but eventually wandered inside. Ford was gently reminded of a comfortable library. Where Pa's shelves of expensive products used to be now had beanbags and a coffee table in its place. A desk stood where his desk once stood, now hosting a young lady with brown hair in a ponytail and she smiled. "Hi! Finding everything okay?"

Mabel hopped on over while Dipper stalled, intrigued by a science-fiction comic book he had heard of but never read. "Hi! I'm Mabel! Is Caryn Pines here?"

The young lady grinned and nodded. "Oh yeah! She's home, just go up these stairs here and knock. Sweet lady, let me and Lindsey room with her for cheaper rent, she's the best roommate anyone could ask for. Friends of her?"

"You could say that," Dipper said easily and started for the stairs, the ones that led to the door for the living room. "C'mon."

Mabel and Dipper entered the closed-in stairwell with the grunkles behind them, halfway through, Ford stopped them. "Wait, kids, maybe… maybe you should say hi to her first."

Mabel turned and gave him a warning look with her hands on her hips. "You're not gonna run away, are you?"

"No, that's not what I had in mind." Ford said, though it didn't sound like a bad idea. "This is a lot to take in, so… maybe we should do this gradually."

Stan nodded. "Yeah, let her say hi to your kids first, okay?"

Dipper and Mabel exchanged looks and then nodded, agreeing that this was a good idea. Mabel then hurried to the door and knocked cheerfully.

"C'min."

Mabel opened the door and grinned at the sight before her. Sitting at her window, though her glowing pink eye long gone, Ma Pines sat with her ankles crossed and some knitting in her hands, still in white heels, but now sporting a red skirt with a white sweater and her long hair, now silver-white, was still up in her bun and she could never say no to her golden earrings and bracelets. Her eyes were just as keen as ever and she held herself up with that same confidence she always had. At the sight of her great-grandchildren, she smiled calmly and said spookily as she sat her knitting aside, "Ah, I've been expectin' choo two."

Mabel gasped with shining eyes. "Really?!"

Ma laughed and waved her little fib away. "Nah, that's just something I used to tell customers." No longer playing pretend, she grinned and opened her arms, "Now c'mere and hug this old lady!"

Mabel had never seen such a beautiful smile. She ran into her arms and hugged her tightly. She smelled like an old lady, maybe too much perfume with a hint of freshly baked bread and… vapor rub? Some sort of lotion? Whatever. Dipper soon joined the hug and Ma's thin arms hugged them tightly. The twins wondered if she would ever let them go, but soon she held them by the shoulders to look at them.

"Look at choo." Ma awed. "Just look at choo… You're both so beautiful. You're both almost adults. Holy Moses, who gave choo two permission to grow up?"

Mabel giggled and squeezed her hand. "It's so good to see you, Ma! We've really missed you!"

"I've missed you, too. Your father doesn't brin' choo down here nearly enough. Speakin' of which, where is Alex? Browsin' the store?"

Dipper rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Actually, he's still in California with Mom."

"We came here with someone else," Mabel said open-ended.

The older pair of twins, who were listening at the door, exchanged petrified looks, but they knew they couldn't leave their mother waiting any longer. Ford opened the door and they both stepped in silently to allow Ma to react as she saw fit.

Stan pulled off his beanie and held it with both hands while Ford pocketed his hands in his jacket. The old scientist swallowed and looked down at the carpeted floor. His twin did the opposite, his eyes locked on his mother as he took in her appearance and how she had changed. At the same time, she was staring at her sons with a hard expression on her face, both stern and difficult to read.

Ford took in a deep breath and muttered, "Hello, Ma."

Stan cracked a nervous smile and quipped, "You look good." And then he mentally kicked himself. What the hell was that?!

Ma stood and Dipper and Mabel moved aside. Everyone in the room was nervous, except for the old lady, who had a collective atmosphere to her that terrified everyone even more, unsure of how long it would last. When she was only a step or two away from her grown children, Ma said quietly, "So, choo finally decided to come clean?"

The men whose father named them both Stan stared at her in astoundment. "What?" They both gasped.

"Stanley, sweetheart," Ma sighed with a smile and she shook her head. "Choo might pull a great impression of your brother, but I know choo better than that. Even as kids I could always tell the difference. Always." She bit her lip as her eyes filled with tears. "Now, do I get to hug my sons or not?" She croaked with open arms.

Stan's bottom lip trembled and Ford just stared as he realized just how wonderful his mother truly was, and then both grown men quickly embraced her and held her tightly.

"We're so sorry."

"Please forgive us."

"We're so sorry."

"Please forgive us."

"Choo darlin' idiots," Ma said and squeezed them back tightly, as each face was buried in her shoulder and everyone's breathing was much more controlled now. "It's okay."

"Ma, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

"Stanley…"

"No, I mean it. I should've…"

"I should have done more when I had the chance…"

"Stanford…"

"We're so sorry."

"Please forgive us."

"Hey, hey," Ma was now rubbing circles into their backs. "It's alright. It's alright. I always knew and already forgave choo."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Stan asked.

"I knew choo had your reasons." Ma replied calmly. "I trust my little free spirit."

They heard a sniff come from behind Ma and they all looked at the teenagers to find Mabel scrubbing her eyes with a fist and Dipper rolling his eyes at his sister with a small smile.

"Sweetheart, you're not cryin', are you?" Ma asked lightly.

Mabel shook her head. "N-No…" Her smile unwavering through her white lie.

Ma chuckled and let her boys go. "Well, you two owe me an explanation, and I got a feelin' it's gonna take a while. How 'bout some tea and cookies?"

"Yes, please." Mabel said and followed her great-grandmother into the kitchen to help.

It was like when Ford first came out of the portal all over again. Except this time they were in the warm sunshine, but the cold basement. Except this time they sipped on hot tea and nibbled on old gingersnaps. Except they began the storytelling from when Ford sent the postcard and skipped to when Dipper and Mabel first arrived in Gravity Falls. Except this story had a much happier ending. And the four visiting Pines silently agreed to keep Bill Cipher in the dark and they made it sound like at the end of the summer Ford and Stan rekindled their relationship on their own without needing a mind-wipe to do it.

By the time the sun was setting on the buildings, Ma was wearing Mabel's new purple sweater and she was nodding and satisfied with the tale. Really, when her sons gave it some thought, it was ridiculous to think they could pull the wool over the eyes of not only one of the greatest conmen they have ever known, but their own mother.

Now it was time for Ma to have some fun. When filling her in was over, Mabel gleefully requested, "Tell us embarrassing stuff about our grunkles!"

Ma laughed and stood. "Hold that thought, sweetheart. I have something you'll like…" She went to a bookshelf and pulled out an old black photo album. She opened it and sat next to Mabel, lying the book on her lap. Mabel gasped and grinned to find two newborn babies lying in a crib and sleeping together, wrapped burrito-style in blankets and they had little hats to keep their heads warm.

"AW!"

"Yup, that's when we brought the boys home." Ma laughed as Dipper looked down at the pair of twins in the black-and-white picture. "Choo know, Stanford was born first, but the whole time he was without Stanley he cried his whittle heart out…"

"Ma!"

"What, it's true."

"Since when do you love the truth so much?" Ford asked cheekily and smiled at her playfully.

"Alright, mister, let's see how your niece likes this picture…"

"SAILOR SUITS!" Mabel screamed and her eyes grew to the size of saucers. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, OH MY GOSH! You guys were so cute!"

"Oh, this is them getting a bath…"

"MA!"

After half an hour of embarrassing her sons without mercy, Ma gave Mabel the scrapbook only asking that her great-granddaughter take good care of it and use it to blackmail her sons. It was time for the sailors to return to the boat, so she stood at the back door in the neatly-kept alleyway and hugged the kids goodbye. She snuck in a kiss on each of their cheeks before looking at her sons.

Immediately her expression turned cold and she growled, "And if any of choo knuckleheads pull a stunt like that again…"

It didn't matter that the twins were in their sixties; they were just as terrified now as they were in their youth. They nodded in sync and Stan said, "I swear, Ma. And… we'll do a better job staying in touch. I promise."

Ford nodded in agreement and Ma's expression immediately softened. "That's all I want." She said with a smile. "A phone call every so often is all I ask for."

Ford nodded and smiled. "We'll call you. We love you."

"I love you two, babies, c'mere." With one last squeeze and a swift kiss on each of their cheeks, Ford and Stan finally found the strength to let her go.

As they walked down the sidewalk and headed for home, the two pairs of twins looked back and found Ma still standing there and waving them goodbye. They waved in return and turned around for their next adventure.

#GF #gravity falls #ma pines #ford pines #stan pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #fanfiction #june 15th #ANGST AND FLUFF #mostly fluff

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shadowsndaisies · 4 years

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Stuffed [s.p.]

TGW19 → Blurb #1 → Stuffed

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea (minor)

WC: 1260

Blurb Synopsis: just a little Thanksgiving meal inspired fluff piece for y’all

masterlist holiday masterlist

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat again,” Veronica sighed dramatically as she slouched down on the sofa beside Archie. His arm immediately wrapped around her and her head fell to his chest.

You were seated on the floor beside Sweetpea, both of you leaning back on the sofa which Fangs had laid out on.

“That’s fine by me, more leftovers for my meals tomorrow,” Jughead chuckled from his position. His head was in Betty’s lap, his beanie temporarily forgotten on the dinner table as Betty’s baby pink nails raked through his raven locks.

“It was so good!” Toni moaned out from the love seat with Cheryll.

“TT’s right, you outdid yourself this year, (Y/n),” The redhead added, looking over to you.

You smiled at the mass of teenagers in your home. This year your parents decided to travel for Thanksgiving leaving you and your twin, Reggie, home alone. Cooking has always been a passion of yours, so you decided to host Friendsgiving. They all showed up and it warmed your heart that they had enjoyed it.

“She’s not wrong, it was incredible,” Fangs nodded. “And don’t get me started on the mini pies, that was genius!” he cheered and you offered a blinding smile.

“That’s my sister, the culinary genius,” Reggie agreed as he finished starting the fire in the fireplace.

“Dude, you’re set for life,” Archie joked and that gained chuckles from everyone.

“We all are,” Betty noted and you shake your head and giggle.

“Can I be an official taste tester when you have your own restaurant?” Jughead asked suddenly, sitting up from Betty’s lap to look you in the eyes.

You snorted at that, “Sure, Jug,” you mused. “If I ever get my own place, you can be the taste-tester.”

“I want in on that too,” Veronica decided as the young businesswoman that she was.

“Sure, Ronnie,” you laughed, “you can be my financial investor.”

“What would you call it?” Archie asked.

You let out a little hum of thought while you scraped your brain for the perfect name, your hand began running through Sweet Pea’s hair as he had shifted his head to your lap.

“What about the Bulldog’s Chow House?” Reggie offered and the serpents booed, your brother made a face and grabbed a pillow before sitting back in the armchair. “Haters,” he noted hugging the pillow.

“Maybe something more inclusive?” Betty offered.

“Maybe you could use your name? (Y/n)’s, doesn’t have a bad ring to it?” Veronica tried.

“I don’t know, seems a little….” you trailed.

“Narcissistic?” Toni offered.

“Kind of, but I do like the simplistic idea,” you counter.

“Mantle’s,” Sweet Pea offered, it was the first time he’d spoken since you all had moved to the living room in your pajamas and stuffed to the max.

“Mantle’s, I like that,” you smile, looking down at Sweet Pea and he stared right back at you.

“Me too, it’s got that simplistic thing going for it,” Betty agreed.

“It’s less narcissistic, and kind of has a cute family vibe going for it,” Toni agrees.

“What would you specialize in?” Archie asked.

“Probably in fusion foods with a spectacular rotating dessert menu,” you mused, enjoying the little pipe dream you were all collectively creating while your imminent food coma’s got closer.

“I might just have to let you have Reggie so you can actually make it a family thing. He could run the bar for you,” Veronica added.

“What do you say, sis? Mantle’s a family business,” Reggie chuckled and you giggled.

“Friends and Family,” you correct. “With Ronnie as an investor, Jughead as the official guinea pig, Cheryll could be the head hostess,” you add.

“I would be honored,” Cheryll agreed and your gaze went back to Sweet Pea. His eyes were already on you, and you smiled down at the boy.

“It can’t be in Riverdale, though, you need a bigger city,” Veronica decided.

“We could go up to Phokipsie?” Betty offered.

“Or south?” Archie added.

“Like to Manhattan?” Reggie seemed excited by the concept.

Your nose wrinkled, sure a bigger city would be better, but you weren’t sure how you felt about Manhattan.

“Or Brooklyn,” Sweet Pea added and you loved the idea.

“Brooklyn,” you repeated fondly.

“Perfect,” Fangs agreed, “except Sweets and I need jobs too.”

“I wouldn’t mind a job either,” Archie noted and you laughed, the lot of you throwing ideas around.

You all fell asleep around 2 am, surrounded by sleeping bags, pillows, blankets, and each other. The concept of Mantle’s in your minds as your stuffed bodies won out over your brain.

The idea of Mantle’s wouldn’t be mentioned again until your junior year of culinary school. But the concept was burned in your brain. You had a paper from that Thanksgiving night your senior year of high school, the idea written out in different colors and multiple people’s handwriting. When you were 25 you opened a restaurant in Brooklyn, New York. Your old friend and now extremely successful businesswoman Veronica Andrews (nee Lodge) bankrolled the venture as a silent partner. Jughead Jones became your official taste tester while he continued to be a New York Best Selling Author, he even helped you finalize your menu. Archie Andrews was your live entertainment on Friday nights and helped you plan out the building requirements for the restaurant. Cheryll Blossom was your head hostess, and she was happily engaged to your favorite photographer Antonette “Toni” Topaz. Toni and Betty worked for the New York Times, Betty was rising the ranks quickly as a journalist and Toni’s fantastic eye had placed her the most envied photographer of the lot. Your brother spent his days wearing suits and rubbing elbows on Wall Street but in the evening he’d be behind your bar, mixing drinks, flirting, and smiling. Fangs and Sweet Pea were your General Managers and city eyes, they helped you pick out what to use as the seasons changed, and you trusted no one more than them to buy whatever was needed for the kitchen. You wore an apron most nights, a dress on others, bouncing between cooking with the other chefs and making sure your patrons were enjoying their nights. The red sign glistened in the light, Mantle’s.

When you were 27 your boyfriend proposed to you, in your restaurant. Sweet Pea smiling at you as he slid the ring across the table to you. The cheeky nerves of this serpent.

When you were 30 Mantle’s was named as the best fusion food restaurant in the entire state of New York. The New York Times sent Betty Jones (nee Cooper) and Toni Topaz-Blossom to interview and take pictures. The article depicted a beautiful restaurant that was based on the relations between family and friends.

When you were 31 you got pregnant and had a beautiful baby boy.

When you were 34 you had a darling little girl.

When you were 53 your son joined your restaurant’s business as a junior chef.

At 58 you gave the keys to your kids; a daughter who would run the back end, balancing the books and mixing drinks, and a son who was leading the kitchen.

At 60 your brother framed a very old piece of paper for you and had it placed on a wall in the restaurant. There were colored pens with scribbled handwriting matching at least 7 different people. Names are signed on the bottom and right at the top read, “MANTLE’S”. The paper had been the dream that you had come up with as a high schooler, and now it was your life and one of your greatest accomplishments.

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fulldiarywords · 4 years

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Worth the Thought

The dull, thudding dread in your stomach had started around half past three when your phone started buzzing - the monthly reminder from the cycle tracker app that your period should be starting any minute.

It hadn’t. Yet.

You swiped ignore on the notification and flipped the phone over on your desk, hoping that if you just concentrated on the spreadsheet in front of you, you’d be able to ignore the creeping anxiety about the fact that Auntie Flo usually arrived on time like clockwork. Maybe it was just a day or two late.

But you couldn’t shake off the thought that maybe it wasn’t. And the computer screen was getting blurrier and blurrier by the minute and the sound of the clock on the wall opposite your chair was ticking louder and louder. Your fingers felt like lead everytime you added a new sum to the column you were currently adding up.

After about thirty minutes of a half hearted attempt of continuing the work day, you clicked the log out button on the desktop screen.

“Hey, Claire?”, you asked, peering over the divider at your coworker.

“Yeah??” She didn’t look up from her computer screen.

“I’m not feeling too well all the sudden. Gonna head out a bit early, I think.”

She stopped typing and met your gaze - “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Go ahead, doll. We’ll sort out these figures tomorrow.”

You nodded your head in appreciation and gathered your things, cramming them into the oversized striped tote that George had given you a few Christmases ago. He reasoned that you loved stripes so it made sense that you should have something striped to carry around everyday - he seemed to always be insufferably cute in his logic of gift giving.

The phone was the last thing you picked up - a new message notification from George seemed to be screaming out from the bright screen.

So glad that you’ll be there tonight.

“Shit.” You muttered it under your breath and hitched the bag on your shoulder.

Geebs, I’m not feeling too well. Not sure if I can make it.

It had taken him a while to gather the courage to ask you to accompany him to what he called “work functions”. You weren’t promoting anything, he had explained, so you didn’t need to be subjected to the endless barrage of flashbulbs and oddly boring questions from journalists. He would understand if you wanted to stay at home and keep everything private. But you didn’t mind. George always came to every office party or dinner, even the annual Christmas do that Claire tended to get too drunk at and cry to him about her apparently never ending singledom. Besides, you loved the way George swelled up with pride when he spoke about his experience working on a film - how much he loved creating something new.

What’s up?

Nothing serious. Just don’t feel too hot. Heading home early rn.

I can ring Donna and see if I can get out of this thing.

Don’t. Isn’t it a BAFTA party?

Yea. That doesn’t matter tho. Been to enough at this point, tbh.

Don’t be silly. I’m fine. Prob ate something bit odd at lunch.

You sure, Piglet?

You couldn’t help but give a small smile at his nickname for you. George claimed that when you got anxious, your voice got higher and you couldn’t stop saying “oh no” just like the Winnie the Pooh character. Also, there was his claim that when you laughed hard enough, you’d make soft snorting sounds instead of laughs. It was one of the cutest things about you, according to George. At least it was better than the nickname he ended up with. Allegedly - according to what you could remember - it started after one night where you had drank too much white wine for your own good and couldn’t find George inside the bar. You’d found him outside in the smoking section, chatting with a burly lighting grip in a Man City beanie. Desperate to leave, you pawed at George’s shoulder, whining - “Geeeebs, I wanna gooo home now. Geeebs, lessssgo. Hooome. Goo.” Man City had smirked and nodded at your swaying frame. “Geebs, looks like your girl needs a bit of help.”

Yeah. I’m honestly just tired and wanna rest. Go! Have fun! Tell me all about it when you’re back!

Ok. Ok. Ok. Party is at Groucho’s. Want me to pick up some ramen from that place in Soho that you like?

Nah. Thank you tho :)

What about Boots? Need me to grab anything?

Gonna stop omw home.

Brilliant. Rest up, Pigs. Xx

Love you too, Geebs. X

By the time you’d heard the front door lock click open, the dread from earlier had turned into a tight panic that had threaded itself tightly into your chest. If you just focussed on tidying up the flat, you wouldn’t have to think about what all the tests said. There weren’t thin pink lines in the suds of the washing up.

“Hi, darling.” His voice sounded soft - as if he spoke any louder, he might cause your mysterious ailment to get worse.

You didn’t turn around from the kitchen sink. Instead you squirted more Fairy liquid on an already saturated sponge.

“Hi. How was the party?”

“Just alright. Usual crowd. Usual questions. Managed to see Sam for a bit. He says hello, by the way. I convinced Donna to let me ditch early though.”

You squinted, the mug in your hand slippery from the soap. “Really? You should have stayed!”

George shrugged his coat off his shoulders, laying it over the back of the couch. He walked towards the kitchen, holding a brown paper bag.

“I couldn’t possibly leave my poorly little piglet home alone any longer.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him place the bag on the island counter. Tonkostu. That ramen place in Soho you liked. He was making it even harder to tell him what you needed to say.

“Besides, we’ve both been busy and you know, I just wanted to be home instead of trying to come up with some clever line for who knows what”, he continued, unbuttoning his suit jacket.

There wasn’t any way the mug in your hand could get cleaner. You sighed, placing it on the drying rack and turned to face George. He smiled as he met your eyes.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m still just fine. Knackered.”

“You’re being awfully vague about what’s going on. Did something happen at work?”

Biting the inside of your lip, you turned back to the sink. It would be easier to have this conversation without having to actually look at him. George in a suit was a particular weakness of yours and he’d been loaned a new double breasted one for the BAFTA party. Your mind was already all over the place.

“Well…”

“Well….” He replied as he pulled a water glass out of the cupboard next to you, nudging you a bit to let him get to the faucet to fill it up. You relented and turned off the water after he was done.

“Maybe you should look over there.” You said, gesturing towards the brown bag.

“You had a takeaway issue?” He laughed, leaning against the counter edge as he took a sip.

You sighed and adjusted the messy bun on top of your head. “No. The other thing on the counter.”

As he walked the short distance to see what was there, it felt like your heart was going to drop out of your chest. You hadn’t planned to have this conversation. At least not tonight.

“Wait. Are these what I think they are?” His brow had furrowed as he picked up the group of white plastic sticks.

You didn’t answer.

“Pigs? Are...you...you know?” His voice seemed to be getting a little higher. A little faster. He set the test back down, unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up.

“Am I what?”

George turned to you, his blue eyes wide with surprise - “Pregnant!”

The silence in the two seconds that it took you to answer was suffocating, weighing itself down on your shoulders.

“Apparently so”, you flatly responded.

“Fucking hell.”

“You can say that again.”

The joy in his voice made the nervousness you felt sting more - “You’re gonna have a baby. We’re gonna have a baby!”

He took two wide steps towards you, his arms reaching for your waist. You sidestepped away from his embrace. You’d wanted to hear George say this, watch him slowly realise what was happening as he read the test for so long. Longer than you could remember. But for some reason, this felt all wrong. This wasn’t supposed to happen just yet. There were so many things you wanted to do before this. Career advancements to be made, trips to be had, awards to be won, plans to dream up.

“Hold on. Let’s talk about this for a minute.”

“What’s there to talk about this? This is..I think...probably...no.. the best thing that’s ever happened.”

Exasperated, you grabbed the dish towel and twisted it around your hand. “I think we should really think about this. I mean. It’s a big step and we only just started thinking about getting married.”

“We’ve been together for five years. We’re still going to get married but it looks like we might be changing up the timeline of life events, though. I thought you were on the pill...”

“I was. I am. But I forgot my birth control that weekend last month

He had leaned back over to the island and picked up one of the pregnancy tests, examining it more closely.

“Mmm..”

It would be easier if you didn’t say it straight to his face. You turned back towards the window over the sink, the red lights of the London skyline blinking silently back at you.

“Maybe I don’t want to have this baby yet.”

There was a hitch in his voice - you didn’t need to see him to know that his face had fallen.

“What do you mean you don’t want to have this baby?”

“I’m not ready. At least I feel like I’m not ready.” The words felt like bombs dropping.

“You’re not bloody ready? Are you mental? You’re going to be the most amazing mother to walk this earth.” He ran his hand through his hair, his face tightened in confusion.

“I mean. I dunno. I just hadn’t really felt like I was at the point where I could take care of another life.”

George moved closer to you, ignoring the sound of you turning the sink faucet. “You’re so ready.”

“Oh”, you responded dryly, “Did you have a conversation with my mind to get that information?”

“Ok. No. You’re right. I didn’t. But I know you. And I love you. And I know that you’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be grand.”

Picking up a sauce pot, you resumed the washing up. You were stuck in now, but maybe the Fairy liquid could smooth over how awful this talk was going to get, you thought.

“You’re not getting it. I don’t want this. Not yet.”

George gingerly laid his hand on your shoulder. “Wait. What are you trying to say?” His voice faltered.

“I don’t know! I don’t know what I want!”

“I thought you wanted children...”

“I do! Just..not right now.” Your throat felt like it was clamping up as your voice rose. “We haven’t planned for this shit at all.”

“Well. Yeah. We'll sort it out though.”

You slammed the saucepot down in the sink. “No. You’re not listening. How are we going to fit a literal child into our lives? We live in a tiny fucking one bedroom flat. You’re about to leave to go to Australia for 3 months. Do we even have enough money to have a kid?”

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and looked away. “I’ll drop the damn film. You know we’re financially sound.”

You wished that you’d turned on more lights when you got home. The half lit kitchen wasn’t helping the dark mood at all.

“Ok. Well maybe this isn’t a we situation then. There are things besides those. I have a promotion at work I want. A career. I want to move up the ladder. I know as an actor you can get that. It’s like getting bloody famous or something.”

He rolled his eyes. “Alright. Let’s not get petty.”

The sink groaned a sharp metallic click as the water suddenly stopped.

“This fucking stupid sink! George. You were supposed to fix it!”

He nudged you out of the way and quickly shut the faucet off.

“Pigs. Let’s not get into the sink right now.”

You threw the towel onto the counter, staring at the strawberry print. “Ok fine then. Maybe I don’t want to be like your mum and give everything up to raise this child.”

George snapped his head towards you, his voice low and harsh. He only spoke like that when he was truly angry.

“Don’t you dare bring my mother into this.”

“Why? You know she gave up her costumes for you and your sister. And now she’s a fucking nursery teacher.”

“She had a choice. You have a choice.” The sound of his hand hitting the counter reverberated around the two of you.

“Well. Maybe my choice is that I’m not going to keep it.”

“That’s not your choice!”

Shocked and open mouthed, you grabbed one of the tests. The plastic felt like it could cut into your palm, you were gripping it so tightly.

“Are you.. Are you fucking seriously fucking telling me I don’t have a choice?” You waved your closed fist in front of him, his eyes following the white stick. “I cannot believe...you arsehole.”

He held his hands up in surrender. You didn’t stop.

“You of all fucking people would tell me that what I want to do with my goddamn body isn’t my choice.”

“That’s not what I meant….”

“What did you mean then? That you had the final say in what happened to your child in my body, huh?”

“No.” He grabbed your wrist to stop you from waving the test at him.

“Let go of my fucking arm.”

“You need to calm down. That’s not what I meant”

You jerked your arm free and threw the stick at his feet. “Don’t fucking tell me to calm down. I’m going upstairs. I swear to god, if you follow me.”

Even forty five minutes in the bath felt like it wasn’t enough to make you feel better. You loved the clawfoot bathtub - it might have been your favourite thing in the cramped apartment you and George shared.

The doorknob turned and you slid back under the water, scrunching your eyes and letting your nose stay slightly above waterline; hoping that if you stayed like that long enough, he would eventually just leave.

“Hey” His voice sounded sad even muffled by the water.

You didn’t respond.

“I know that you can hear me. And I want to tell you that I’m sorry...I...shouldn’t have said that.”

You opened one eye to his fuzzy form slouched above you.

“You’re absolutely right. It is your choice about what you want to do. And I need to support you. But I need you to talk to me about it first. It’s still going to have an impact on me. On us. But that doesn’t mean it will change anything about us. Or how I feel about you. How much I love you.”

The water sloshed quietly as you slid yourself up the back of the tub. He didn’t notice that you were listening fully.

“And you are going to be, whenever you want to be, the most amazing mother. You’re so kind and you love so deeply. You’re so fiercely protective that nothing will harm our child. I can’t wait to see that. I can’t wait..”

“Geebs, it’s not an interview”, you said, laughing quietly at the way he tended to ramble when saying something he felt was important.

He looked down at you, surprised.

“There you are!”

You smoothed your hair back, relishing the cool air of the tiled bathroom.

“Thank you”, you responded quietly.

“I needed to say it. What I said was wrong”, he sighed, perching himself on the edge of the tub, his back to you.

“I’m so scared.”

“I’m scared too.”

You looked up at him, slightly astounded that your take on everything the hard way George had responded. He gently drew a line back and forth on the water’s surface - “In fact. I’m bloody terrified.”

“Why?”

He concentrated on the line, avoiding your gaze. “Well, what if something goes wrong? What if...you know..we...loseit. Or it hates us? Or it doesn’t learn anything we try and teach it? What if I’m not a good father? Or god forbid, it’s an Arsenal supporter?”

You pulled yourself up further, bringing your knees to your chest and laughed. “Geebs, what football team our child supports is the least of your worries.”

“Are you ready?” Bathwater rippled outwards from his arm as he placed his large hand softly against your stomach.

You paused and took his other hand in yours, water streaming into the crisp blue of his shirt - “Yes. I think I am. It took this bath and a good long cry. But...I dunno. Feels right. I’m still worried though.”

“You’re going to be an amazing mum.”

“I know,” you said, smiling cheekily. “You’ll be a better father though.”

“Oh..c’mon now.”

You blushed and pulled your mouth tightly into a smile - “You know, I actually decided I wanted to have your children after our sixth date.”

He pursed his mouth, trying to remember the exact memory.

“Wait...are you talking about the time we went to that karaoke bar in Shoreditch with Anna and that lot and I sang that Heart song?”

“Maybe..”

“Are you telling me that my show stopping rendition of Barracuda made you figure that out? Wow...it must have been really sexy then..”

“Oh fuck off!” You said, splashing his thigh.

“Hey! Watch the trousers! This is Dior! I’ve got to give it back next week!” He feigned horror at the mark growing on his leg.

The two of you sat silently for a few minutes, content with the immense agreement you had made. George lazily rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand as you leaned back against the embrace of the curved tub.

“Piglet?”

“Yes,” you murmured.

“When did it happen? It couldn’t have been that long ago...do you think it was after Daisy’s housewarming when we were too pissed to make it to the bedroom and we fucked on the kitchen floor?”

You didn’t respond, chuckling quietly instead.

“Or...was it the other night. You know. When the new Attenborough series about Antarctica got a bit tedious..”

“Geebs, it doesn’t really matter. It’s happening regardless.”

“Yes. Quite right. It probably would be pretty disturbing to learn that you were conceived to the soundtrack of a squawking flock of Emperor penguins. Anyways..Regardless...We should probably think about moving soon. I’ve actually been thinking about looking in Barnes for a while now. I want to raise our children there. In a proper house. It’s a bit more expensive than when I was a kid..but I think we can manage...I’ll speak with mum...see what she can find out..

“Geebs?”

“Yes, Pigs?”

“We’ve just decided to have the bloody kid. I’m too tired to figure out where we’re going to put it right now.”

“Oh. Of course.” He jumped up, reaching for a towel off the rack. “Let’s go to bed. I’m exhausted too.”

You gently lifted yourself out of the water and stepped into the open towel, wrapping it around yourself - “Go get ready. I’ll be there in a bit.”

He came back five minutes later, changed out of his suit and into his favourite pair of pyjama bottoms; printed with sock monkeys and so threadbare, they needed to go in the bin but you couldn’t break the news to him. You dragged a comb through your wet hair as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. His bare chest was cool against your bath warmed skin.

“Darling?”, he murmured, resting his chin on the crook of your neck. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.”

“I’d almost forgotten how great your tits look when you’re in the bath.” His eyes met yours in the mirror.

You rolled your eyes. “Well get ready then. They’re only going to get bigger these next nine months.”

His face lit up - “This pregnancy is going to be the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You quickly turned and tapped him on the stomach with your brush, laughing.

“You pervert.”

“Ow! That hurt!”

And you wish that you’d known then, in all that doubt and worry, that in nine months and a few weeks time, you’d open your eyes in a sterile room full of blinding light to see George holding a squirming bundle of pale pink in his long arms. So small in his hands. The tears wouldn’t stop and you won’t be sure if it’s the pain of the feeling of your hips broken, body split in two or the waves of joy that kept washing over you again and again, the elation almost drowning your heart. He would lean down, a small cry emerging from the bundle. “Look, Pigs. Look at her. I’m sorry they gave her to me first..hold her.” And the words wouldn’t be able to form as you moved your mouth into a yes. The bundle on your chest while George, his eyes tearful as he delicately placed his thumb on your daughter’s rosebud lips. She would blink, her eyes the same sea blue as her father’s as he brushed her cheek. And he would look to you, a vastness of love you’d never seen. “She’s so perfect...you’re perfect. You’re so bloody perfect.” His kisses against your crying eyes. On your lips. And all the blood, the doctor’s commands, the panic, the nausea, the doubt. All that doubt and worry would be worth it all.

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quwandathornton · 7 years

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bts reacts - You having SEVERE Depression

Jin

He would most likely feel the need to be by your side 24/7. Making sure you ate properly, making sure you did not neglect yourself or do self-harm to yourself. On The day when you felt the need to cry, he would be by your side, quietly holding you as you cry into his chest. He would make you your favorite dish, and even go as far as to do act our your favorite scenes in K-dramas with you. You felt the happiest when at night as he holds you, and rocks you to slumber.

Yoongi

He would notice right away because he too has depression and knows all too well how a person is supposed to act when depressed, like distancing themselves from the world. You would stop texting, calling or even visiting him at their apartment/Big hit building. He took initiation by visiting you with a gift, (Insert Favorite Thing). He would sit down with you, ask if you wanted to talk to him about whatever is bothering you; he would stay over and, note he hates to cuddle but knowing that you were in a bad predicament at the moment, he would lay like a statue all night just to make you happy. He loves leaving a trail of kisses on your forehead as you slept peacefully.

Namjoon

He would notice the way you always said “I’m sorry.” a lot for the weirdest of thing.

“Damn it, I broke my glasses again.”

“I”m sorry.”

“What?”

He found it quite cute at first, but now it seemed concerning. He asked if you were okay because you said sorry a lot. You of course replied.

“Oh...I don’t mean too, sorry...I mean-” He would chuckle, but pull you in for a hug.

“Talk to me. Why are you so sorry all the time? is it a nervous thing?” You hid your face into his chest while speaking but he pulls you back and said to please repeat that.

“I”m Afraid of rejection, it makes me sad when people reject me. I’ve been stressing and- I’m just really really sad. I hate talking about my feelings Nam Joon, I’m sorry I sound like a crying brat.” Your voice trembles as hot tears well up. “I’m a nuisance.” Then he would get it immediately, he would pull you into a hug and embrace you tightly.

“Have you ever thought about talking to a therapist, to let out your feelings. Maybe even me? I’m here baby, I’m for you. So never be afraid”

He would talk with you and leave kisses all over your face.

Hoseok

He would be able to notice this a lot slower than the last two since he is always so happy. He himself suffers depression but masks it with a smile most of the time, which would relieve you sometimes; until you remember he is hiding his pain which only intensifies your sadness. He would notice one day come home to you crying in the corner of the living room. He would rush over to you as ask what’s wrong while holding you close.

“I hate myself, I’m so ugly that people ignore me! I never have friends because I'm just a failure at life.” He would be full of shock and his heart drops immediately once he hears you crying louder.

He pulls you in tighter while trying his best to not cry as well but all fails when she says, “How can you love someone like me?” His tears would spill over, which causes you to look up in shock as a sob escapes his mouth. “H-Hoseok?”

“Don’t say this Y/N, I love you way to much. I can’t take hearing you put yourseld down when your such a beautiful person INSIDE and OUT.” He shouted the last part while stuffing his face into the crook of your neck as he mumbles muffled why your neck. “I love you with all of my heart, please don’t break when I’m here for you. Don’t do this alone Y/N...Don’t...” He sobs.

“I’m sorry hoseok!” You clung to him as you both sobbed, until you both fell asleep. His back against the wall, and you in between his legs while you laid your head on his chest.

Jimin

He would try to make you smile as much as he can. Seeing you walk around their apartment with a frown was a downer for him, knowing he could not help you smile as much as you wanted to smile.

“I wanna smile again-”

He one day got so desperate that he hurt himself, which caused you to break out in tears. He would panic as he stood up limping towards you. You held him close while apologizing, he would cling onto you while whispering not to cry.

“It’s okay baby, I’m fine; I only slipped-” He chuckled to mask his shaky voice, he held his tears back. “Look, I’m still mochi!” He grabbed both of your hands placing them on his cheeks as he puffs them out making a kissy face. You smiled softly before you pecked his lips. He would give you the best eye smile he could, but by him knowing that you were so depressed to hurt him so much.

“I’ll protect you, Y/N. So don’t cry no more. Please?”

Taehyung

He tried it all.

Cudling you, Kissing you, singing to you, playing with you. Then went to the extremes of seeking medical help by going to the doctor so you can seek a therapist, you ended up on pills you don’t even take regularly. You only hid in your room, which slowly became a pig stye, which he hated so much.

He would come over with the spare key you gave him to find the home a mess, you were just giving up like this and it angered him. Instead of being angry, he has been writing sweet letters to you, since you only stayed in your room until a certain time at night, never showing yourself in the daytime.

He stood infront of your door, slipping an envelope, underneath the door. He knocks twice before standing there for a few minutes. He hoped you would some day open the door, so he could hold you once more and tell you to stop hiding from him. He loved you so much, he missed you so much; you needed him badly and you kept hiding away.

He looks down at his feet as a tear slips down his eye, he spoke softly.

“Y/N...I will stay here...until you open this door.” He looks up at the closed door, his lips pressed into a thin line. He walks backward and slides down the wall so that he was facing your doorway.

“.....” Silence.

six hours later, you had opened the door, thinking he had left like always; he didn’t really mean he would stay for you; he would leave you like everyone else did. You gasped shocked seeing him, sleeping against the wall, you covered your mouth.

He jolted awake because of your sharp gasp, and he stood up not moving much towards you; he wanted to give you space.

“Hi..” He says nervously, your lips trembled before you ran to him; shocking him.

“Taehyung!” You embraced the hell out of him, he lays his head into your fluffy hair while humming. “I love you...f-forgive me..”

“No Reason to be sorry- Just let me help you. Stop hiding from me...let me help you.” You looked up at him, in time for him to place a soft kiss on your lips.

Jungkook

This boy here knew nothing about depression on a personal level, but he knew what the symtoms were. He’s been around yoongi, and saw how he sulked a lot. So to see you showing different signs of symptons through him off.

You would sulk, but also hide away; you would pull away from his embraces, and say you were bothering him when you were not. You weren’t as confident as when you had met him before, how you would always laugh at him when he would loose a game and mock him.

How you took his words to heart, some words he never mean to hurt you with like

“Wow, your such a cry baby!” or “Look at my chubby, baby~” he would coo lovingly, only to have you snap at him, and then right back apologize; then hide away in your room.

You wore hoodies a lot, beanies, or hats. He does too, but you only did it because you were not keeping your hygine up which made him made knowing you were going down like this.

“Y/n! come here...let’s at least shower together, no not in that way- I will clean your back for you.”

You stopped eating all together, which caused you to collapse one day, that was the final straw before he too snapped. You cried and cried, he apologized and apologized. You both decided therapy would help, but did not. So he would take it into his own hands by helping you get better himself.

He would make sure you take your depression pills, help you clean up, go to the gym with him instead of hide in your room. He would cuddle you day and night, sleeping or just chilling out on a warm spring day. He would be careful of his words around you, and try to kiss your wounds away as much as he could.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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Jesus I did not expect the last two and Namjoons to turn into a fanfiction.

I have depression, and no one to do these things with me. So I kind of poured my pain into this one.

#BTS #AMBW #bts reactions #Jungkook #J-hope #Suga #Jimin #Taehyung #Namjoon #Seokjin

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limnotlimb-blog · 6 years

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Music Memoir

chapter one: this must be the place (naive melody)

“C’mon, Annie” Lauren elbows me in my side, “stop dragging ass!” I push her and laugh, spilling her Miller Lite tall boy in the process. We’re followed by our usual round-up: Tori, Gabby, and Blake. I feel the bass in the air well before I see the party itself. It was an old house, a couple miles down from our university campus. It was our friend from high school’s housewarming party, and we didn’t know anyone else who would be there. I was nervous, but had also found it’s usually more fun that way. We can be anyone in the distorted light of parties with strangers. The summer after high school, she was our first friend to get her own place and we were ecstatic to party somewhere besides our mom’s houses. The door ajar, I push it open, feeling the warm air against my legs. The traditional fluorescent lightbulbs have been abandoned for bulbs in hues of pink, orange, purple. People are packed, not quite to sardines, but it was going to get there before the night was through .

My eyes drift, surveying the scene and people within it; warm eyes and sangria smiles across everyone’s face. There’s beer pong playing right inside the door, a timeless game of skill and drinking. I move past a giggling couple to the table where drinks are in the kitchen and they had everything, and I mean everything. I was impressed by the spread of refreshments, from cheap beer to the most popular liquors and even wine in addition to the bowl of sangria. There were six packs of Gatorade stacked up on the left side, which act as a sort of holy water against the evil of tomorrow’s likely hangover. I scoop some sangria, a tangy red with floating bites of oranges, into the signature solo cup of the same color. I become best friends with a girl in the bathroom who had an extra hair tie, whose face I immediately forgot as soon as I stepped from the bathroom. My boots stuck to the floor, creating a noise of tape being peeled from plastic as my heel escaped the layer of sticky, spilled PBR. I feel the laughter in the air almost more than the rhythmic bass itself. The unmistakable verve of David Byrne’s voice echoes through me, “This Must Be the Place (Naïve Melody)” is welcomed readily and I can’t help but agree with the title: this must be the place! Any party that ditches the tradition of electronic music in favor of 80’s pop automatically wins a place my heart and ears. I lean against my best friend Blake and we smile, dancing to the irresistible nostalgia of the 80’s which we never lived through. How long has this song been playing? It feels longer than usual. Or faster. Is it the tempo? It could be a remix. Or did some asshole accidentally push the “repeat” button on their Spotify app and we’re doomed to repeat dance to this song until the end of the time? Ha! What a weird limbo to exist in, neither here nor there; neither of the 80’s nor modern dance music. I know one thing for sure, if I was going to be doing the limbo, it would have to be with Talking-Heads era David Byrne. Talking Heads eventually leave their spotlight, and is picked up by fellow nostalgia. Tears for Fears, DEVO, David Bowie, Hall & Oates, Prince, and the like; all my classic pop friends were here. The strangers were strangers nor more. They were the girl from the bathroom with the hair tie, the cute boy that pulled me in to play beer pong with, the smiling couple who just had to have us over for dinner sometime, and of course a few faces from high school in addition to the friends I arrived with.

Under the lavender light I felt alive. My heart swelled and I felt like a babe in the woods. My wide eyes were naïve in this sweet light. I felt like I could touch the stars of glitter across my friends faces and swim through the night. I felt beautiful and infinite and all the clichés at once. I didn’t want the night to end, and ended up passing out on the couch between my friends, still wearing my sticky boots.

Cover up and say goodnight, goodnight.

chapter two: golden years

It’s the summer again, this time three years later. It’s the summer of which two balloons, gold, were permanently taped up in my kitchen: “21” they read. My birthday was before the official beginning of summer, a sunshine day in late May. Every two weeks after that, more or less, one of our friends turned the same, ever-so-hyped twenty-one. It felt like “Groundhog Day”, but instead of Bill Murray and a rodent, it was cheap beer and bad decisions . I found myself in the same night with the same people with the same events playing again. We felt originally liberated by the party. But, by this time, house parties had grown old, and the thrill of paying too much for liquor in public was very much in trend. It was a Tuesday. Or a Wednesday. It was some day, it was any day. I remember I wasn’t feeling incredible. Something inside me itched, and I bit my lip anticipating the night. I was feeling an anxiety in going out again, already having a bad night worrying about having a bad night. I had been snappy all day and was talked into going out to the bar, my friends convinced this would relax me. Why not give it a shot, I thought.

Our friends dropped us off as they rolled downtown on their way to a nightclub instead. Arm in arm with my boyfriend, Conner, we were followed by two more friends as stepped out into the pavement. The day’s heat still radiated from the sidewalk as we flashed our ID’s to the bouncer. In the state of Utah, all alcoholic beverages purchased must be consumed within the fence of the patio, making it a very crowded space. This patio wasn’t much of a patio at all, more like a wooden pig pen attached outside this building. It was about five feet deep and thirty feet long. It overflowed with loud twenty-somethings, chain-smoking cigarettes and breathing it into each other’s faces. In the small space their laughter bounced off each other, each smile magnifying the last. I couldn’t make out individual conversations because of the crowd, so they simply buzzed as a whole to me as I walked by. The smoke was lit by the neon signs behind them, Budweiser AT THE TWILITE CLUB. Vivid pinks and blues shadowed their faces in opposite directions.

We had to push past layers of bodies to make it the bar. Two of their cheapest beers (Rainer tall boys) and two shots of whiskey, please. While I gagged, I couldn’t deny the whiskey warmed my stomach and got me closer to where I wanted to be. That anxious itch in my heart felt soothed, but I still felt tense about work. I had worked somewhere for three years, and needed to quit. One shot please. I was pissed at the dent a stranger left on my car, another. I wasn’t making enough money to cover student loans? Fuck it, let’s do a whiskey ginger. It tastes better anyways. Starting to feel anxious about the money I’m spending here, too? Hey, treat myself, right? The heat of anger left my heart and moved to my stomach. I didn’t want to be an angry girl, I wanted to just be fun. I didn’t want to snap at drunken compliments, I wanted to be the party. I wanted what those pink-blue faces had out front, I wanted the smiles and to forget the rest of the world outside of this dingy bar. I wanted to be happy again. I realized I ached for the easy summer after high school, when I felt forever was now. I remembered my sangria smile and wanted to be that again.

My thought was interrupted. I had to pee. The lounge’s bathroom as painted an outdated pink and the line poured out. Why did I even come here tonight? The cheap drinks were hard to resist (whiskey sours for four dollars?!) but I sure was paying for it now in this endless line to sweet relief. Groups of girls and boys would pour out of these tiny single stalls, cackling in shrieks louder than when they went in. One girl, donning a beanie labeled “baby” shoved into me. I pulled back: “lighten up!” she yelled past the sound of her friends’ grinding teeth. I made my way into the stall, finally, and pulled my skirt down and took a seat. That hyped-girl was right, I need to loosen up. Why did I come here if I was just going to be pissed off about it? It started feeling hollow to me. I found comfort in the dim light before, leaning against friends in the old pleather booths. They weren’t here anymore; they vacated as newer things excited them. People familiar had left this scene and I felt terribly alone. I wasn’t where they were, and home is where I wanted to be.

Past the bar there was a jukebox. A relic of a past I never knew, I still was fond of it. I liked this jukebox. I liked it because when I flipped through the selections again and again, I saw my friends. I found David Bowie’s “Greatest Hits” resting after D’Angelo but before The Rolling Stones. I keyed in 6809, enter and Bowie’s “Golden Years” started to creak through the old speakers and serenaded the bar from the grave. The twangy yet funk guitar rang in; and I moved my hips in rhythm. I loved to dance but this felt foreign. My legs moved wrong and arms were awkward. That heat in my stomach returned, but not for long while it started working its way up my throat. I moved past my boyfriend and the bodies, back into the baby-pink bathroom. No line, I managed to grab a stall just before the whisky evacuated my stomach and right back the way it came. Don’t let me hear you say your life is over, life’s taking you nowhere, angel. Oh, Bowie, how do you know? You’re an angel now; or maybe the mothership took you back to mars, Starman. Come on, get up, baby. Never in the twenty years we both lived on this earth did he call me baby my name, but it felt good to think he was singing to me. Look at that sky, life’s just begun. Nights are warm and the day is young. There was no sky in this stall, just a bittersweet pale pink. I wiped my mouth and looked up nonetheless. I felt cold in this bathroom, and rocked back. I didn’t want these to be my golden years. Those my senior told me these were going to be the best years of my life, and that scared me. What the hell was I doing I sat on the floor with my back to the wall. There’s my baby, lost that’s all. A soft knock on the door.

“Baby?” his familiar voice asked. Once I’m begging you to save your little soul. Standing up, I wipe my gagged tears. I open the door and there’s my guy. Conner takes my hand. “Let’s go home”.

Come, get up, my baby.

chapter three: warm enough for you

The next day I wake up to my roommate’s cat sleeping on my face. I picked him off me and he looks at me, annoyed. He blinked, meowed, and ran off. I wrap myself in my robe and make my way to the bathroom. I run the water into the ivory bathtub. As the water is running, I find my Bluetooth speaker in my roommate’s room. I work my way back, stopping only to feed the cat, and stop the water, adding the finishing touch of pink rose Epsom bath salts to the blue water. I find the album on my phone and press play. To SZA’s sweet voice, I drop my robe and step in, feeling the warmth rise as I sink in.

Why is it so hard to accept that the party is over? Bring the gin, got the juice

Bring the sin, got that too

I’m glad I got over my aversion to contemporary music. Thinking back to those summers before, I couldn’t believe I dismissed decades of music purely because of the time it was created. Pretentious, yeah, I thought I was the shit back then. It was as if I was somehow superior because I owned “Dark Side of the Moon” on vinyl and definitely listened to it before you had (despite being born twenty-three years after its release). I remember holding my iPod classic, finding it proper I only fill it with classics. At this early age, around fourteen, I had fallen victim to the “hipster mentality” that was gaining traction in my suburbs, with a dash of rigid loyalism to classic rock. I would dismiss artists or songs, simply because they were popular. Looking back at this, I don’t completely understand why I would limit myself. Music could make me feel so many things, why would I dismiss entire categories or eras of music simply to feel “cool”? In my bath I still felt the cold shiver of cringe, the kind only past embarrassment could cause. I felt I knew so much back then. This was met by an irony I was well aware of, that at any point in time I will think I know so much. And three years from now I’ll think the same about this moment, then three years from then, and three years from then, and so forth. I’ll be in perpetual state of vanity and naïveté until the end of my days. That’s something I should just accept now, I figure, why fight it? There are plenty of other things that have happened over the past few years, besides my slight increase in self-awareness.

Won't you just shut up, know you're my favorite

Am I...

The cat found his way back in and sat atop the bathroom sink. He stared blankly at me again, got down, and walked over. He put his front paws against the rim of the tub. “Mrow” he yelled. I reached my wet hand out and waited. He gave sandpaper licks then gave me a wide-eyed stare. His name was Bowie, which my roommate named due to the striped marks across face; not too unlike the Aladdin Sane cover with the blue and red lightning bolt across the rock star’s face. I called him Bowie-cat, so no one would confuse him with rock-n-roll’s deity—as if that was going to happen anyways. He could be the reincarnate, I hoped, as he was born around the time his human counterpart died. There’s the vanity again! If David Bowie decided to come back down to our earth I’m sure as hell it wouldn’t be this cat. I could dream though, I figured.

Bowie-Cat stepped down and I let my hand rest in the air after him. I wanted him to stay, but who tells a cat what to do? I was alone in my dim bathroom, and despite the warm water I felt the unmistakable chill of loneliness. I wanted my friends back, real and famous. I wanted Bowie and Prince back, I wanted my old friends from that summer after high school to come back. I wanted my friend that overdosed to come back, and all his shitty friends too. I remembered the night before. I did feel better, in those moments. All those people in the Twilite Lounge were in it together that night, in a pool of whisky and laid-back smiles. We were swimming together in it and I felt a little less lost.

Warm enough for ya outside baby, yeah

(Tell me that it's warm enough here for ya)

Is it warm enough for ya inside me, me, me, me

Warm enough for ya outside baby, yeah

SZA’s lament still echoed in my bathroom. I lowered my face into the bathwater, smelling the rosewater and I submerged. I sink my nose in first, blowing bubbles against the water.

I get so lonely, I forget what I'm worth.

We get so lonely, we pretend that this works.

I lower my face in and feel the warmth creep over my closed eyes and hair. I want to incubate in here, have this rose bath become my cocoon. Then perhaps I could emerge once again in three years, doubly wise and not hungover.

chapter four: blackstar

It had been a few months since my last visit to the Twilite Lounge downtown. I know this because the leaves had abandoned their post and now crunched under my heel. Conner and I had been lying low, spending our nights at home with our new friend: HBO. We get a call; it’s our friend’s last night in Utah before he makes the move to upstate New York. He was going to start over, his aunt had a restaurant up there or something. His name was Bo, and he as a wanderer. Twilite Lounge was his favorite bar, with his favorite drinks priced cheap and favorite drug dealers. I look deep for courage and manage to gather it, somewhere between applying my winged eyeliner and burgundy lipstick. One thing was still certain, dark lipstick made me feel like a bad bitch and I was ready to face the world.

I take the liquor slower this time. It’s hard to say no when your friends throw salt-rimmed tequila shot in your face yelling “Shots!” I indulge and take one, and shake my head at the combination of salt, tequila, and lime. I was feeling confident that night, and the tequila only fueled that. I see our friend Bo, and we join him in a booth. The sound of pool balls clacking together and drunken hollers blurred and I smiled on all of them.

I wanted to see Bowie that night. I wanted to feel the exuberance of his single “Fashion” or the unforgettable joy of “Under Pressure” where Bowie and Freddy Mercury of Queen belt together. I clicked through and through… I couldn’t find his greatest hits anywhere. My eyes frantically searched and the only Bowie I found was stark black star against a white square. My heart sunk at this album—it was his swan song of an album: Blackstar.

“They took it off! Conner, it’s gone! They put ‘Blackstar’ instead. Why the hell would you want to listen that here? That’s not a good song for drinking.” I pointed harder against the glass while I spoke, as if that would magically change what was behind there.

“It’s what’s ‘cool’ right now. Or, it’s what they play when they want people to leave.” Conner smiled, “You know, bum them out and kill their buzz.”

Conner put his shoulder around me and assured me the album was still out there, we could even listen to it on the way home. My mind was still stuck on “Blackstar” while he comforted me, because David Bowie knew he was dying. He knew for a long time, it was a cancer. It was the first album without himself on the cover, it felt like a goodbye. His face missing on the cover felt clear to me, we better get used to not having him around. The most striking track, to me, would be “Lazarus”. I may not be religious but I can appreciate a good old fashioned biblical allegory. Lazarus rose four days after his death by the hand of Jesus. David Bowie wrote this song for an Off-Broadway production with the same name. It followed the character that David Bowie played in 1976, in “The Man Who Fell to Earth”, an alien who came to Earth in search of water to save his home planet. Spoiler alert for a thirty-year-old movie—the alien is sensitive to light and blinded by a paparazzi camera. He is unable to fix his ship and return home, now stranded on the planet Earth. The production follows the alien years later.

David Bowie was asked to write “Lazarus” for this fictional character’s second story. Despite it being for a musical production, it does feel thinly veiled to be biographical. David Bowie did portray the man who fell to Earth, and he act the same alien persona in his music. Was he not the Starman? Had he not contemplated life on mars? He was a space oddity and beautiful.

I stood frozen, lost in thought, my finger on the button and my eyes unfocused on the album cover of Blackstar. Conner came up to me, and I showed him the tragedy of Greatest Hits’ goodbye.

David Bowie died three days after the release of this single, music video, and the album. I remember waiting after I heard, I waited for four days. I watched the milky white record of The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars spin round and round, while I refused to take the needle off the record. It spun in silence, but I didn’t want it to end. After the four days, David Bowie proved he was no Lazarus and did not rise—I felt alone without him in this world.

I stayed and closed the bar that night. I had a pocket full of quarters and was determined to get that sweet high score on the Indiana Jones pinball machine up front. I didn’t want to leave Conner and his friends, but I couldn’t go and be with them either. I arrived late that night, and by time I arrived most were well on their way to a hangover the next morning. I didn’t want to play catch-up, so we were working on two completely different wavelengths. I felt uptight and, honestly, lame. I felt like a boring old woman, only able to watch my friends from across the bar. I felt like I couldn’t connect with them. I nursed a local pale ale on tap, and played pinball wizard against the machine. My final pin ball for the game slid past the two clickers and into the machine. Game over.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Bo. I said before, he was a wanderer. I had only known him for a month or two, but he was my boyfriend’s best friend for the past six months when he wandered into Salt Lake City. He had greasy fake-bleached hair and was covered in hand-poked tattoos. His eyes were red that night and his jaw was working overtime. I didn’t know how I felt about him as a whole. He had once showed me his tattoo: the twin towers and a plane, reaching from above his hip bones to his nipple. The ink was crudely tattooed into his side, resulting in what seemed like a toddler’s doodle, vibrated into his skin. I didn’t know if it was in remembrance of 9/11, satire, or maybe an ode to the conspiracy theory he believed in. He told me he was passed out on heroin at the time, and while he would never admit regret to anything you could see it in his eyes.

He also showed me beauty in his poetry and his kindness. His heart ached for those in pain, and I could see the art bursting out of him. He was grandiose in his stories, and while I suspected hyperbole I would never call him out. There was something magical about this character, and I didn’t want to pop the surreal bubble he lives in.

Without words, he wrapped me in a tight hug that pulled me off the ground. He whispered to me, “I’m scared to go. I’ll miss all this. Don’t hurt him”. Just as quickly as he had embraced me he was gone, sliding past bodies pulling a smoke out of his pocket to smoke on the patio. I stood for a moment, dazed, and went to find Conner. He and a handful of our friends were crowding a small booth in the back.

Conner and I were tired that night. I still felt out of place and it showed—I was itching to get out of there. I asked if we could just quickly slip away. Conner looked me in the eyes, with a serious c’mon. We couldn’t leave without a real goodbye. I knew, and I was avoiding it. Bo was such a surreal character and he slipped into my life without precedent and it felt weird to have him leave. Conner grabbed my hand and wove me through the bar. We couldn’t find him anywhere. I checked the girl’s bathroom stall and behind the bar, no Bo. Conner checked the boy’s restroom and the patio, no go for Bo. We saw a friend of his and asked him where Bo went; he said he saw him skate away about ten minutes ago.

How fitting, for this character to leave with a cat’s goodbye. He slunk out of our lives as easily as he slipped in. Conner and I stared down the street in the direction his friend pointed, and I felt Conner accept his friend had moved on to his next misadventure.

I drove us home that night. My mind wandered while I drove us the brief distance to my house. I looked to my right and saw Conner’s face, the red of the stop light reflecting off his face . I saw shimmer below his eye before he was able to wipe it away. I looked back to the road and felt a guilt settle inside me. I had judged Bo the first time I met him. He was on a 24-hour cocaine binge and his mouth was running a hundred miles an hour while he talked to me about the magnificent craft of Charles Bukowski. I couldn’t help but think of course this guy likes Bukowski. He was strange but left a mark.

I parked the car and walked with Conner inside. He undressed and slid into bed in quick motions, and was out before I had taken my shoes off. I could tell his heart was hurting; he was going to miss his friend. I found him exhaling a slight snore, and it seemed I wasn’t the only one who heard him. Bowie-Cat came in, greeted me with a “mrow!” and silently jumped on the bed and laid on his pillow, next to Conner’s face. I pet and kissed both of their heads and went to my living room.

My mind was empty as I sat down to unlace my Doc Marten boots. I was reflecting on the night, and to fill the void David Bowie’s Lazarus started to creep in.The kick drum and rhythmic picking of an electric guitar. The saxophone chimes in melancholy. Look up here, I’m in Heaven. I’ve got scars that can’t be seen. Bowie’s voice rang in. I again thought of Bowie in Heaven, then I thought of Bo in Upstate New York. I’d never been there, but maybe it could be his heaven. I know Conner was going to miss him. His sleeping mind was probably replaying tonight over and over.

I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen. Everybody knows me now.

I judged Bo for the things he did. For the binge-drinking and drug use, for his strange tattoos.

Look up here, man, I'm in danger. I've got nothing left to lose.

I'm so high, it makes my brain whirl.

As I kicked off my boots it began to sunk in. Bo was gone, David Bowie too. It was like all the empathy I should have been feeling while I knew Bo himself flooded in. I felt a shame boil in my belly. It was like Bo fell to earth in Salt Lake City. I started to understand, then. These blue and pink faces weren’t necessarily free of loneliness or pain. In fact, it probably was felt inside them under the belly of cheap liquor like mine was. We were all the same, just trying to be less alone. Things like drinking made it easier, it created a common denominator for people. It became easier to talk, mouths became looser and social anxieties relaxed. Everyone was just trying to feel a little more connected, a little freer. That’s what I felt those summers ago. I felt liberated in the orange-pink light and fuzz of sangria. Parties and bars and drinking, they were all methods to arrive at that feeling. It may not have been a healthy reliance, but it felt good to exercise that right. I deserved to feel connected, everyone does. Every pink and blue face I met deserved it. We may have all fallen to Earth, blinded by its beauty, with nowhere to go. We’re here on Earth until we’re not—until we return to heaven, mars, nowhere, or everywhere. It’s easy to feel alien in these bodies, but we can find each other in the dark here, with the assistance of neon lights and long nights.

Oh, I'll be free

Just like that bluebird

Oh, I'll be free

Ain't that just like me?

The end.

Tracks (In text)

This Must Be the Place (Naïve Melody) Talking Heads

Golden Years David Bowie

Drew Barrymore SZA

Lazarus David Bowie

Tracks (bonus)

Kiss Prince

Head over Heels Tears for Fears

I Can’t Go for That Hall & Oates

Hung Up Madonna

Bunny Ain’t No Kind of Rider of Montreal

Heroes David Bowie

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Survey because why not

1:when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? Definitely more cereal, I actually hate milk with cereal.

2:do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? Not in the slightest.

3:what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Receipts from purchases I haven’t thrown away yet, or to-do lists, or shopping lists, or business cards.

4:how do you take your coffee/tea? Coffee: either black or with cream. Tea: either plain or with honey.

5:are you self-conscious of your smile? Not usually, but sometimes.

6:do you keep plants? Nope.

7:do you name your plants? Nope.

8:what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Uh, it used to be piano. Now I don’t really have one, lol.

9:do you like singing/humming to yourself? I will sing to music when I am alone.

10:do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? I roll around like crazy.

11:what's an inner joke you have with your friends? Trumpet mouth piece.

12:what's your favorite planet? Pluto. (because it was a planet when I was a kid).

13:what's something that made you smile today? Pizza.

14:if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Uhm, I would probably decorate it with all my girly crap, and it would be messy.

15:go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! Neutron stars can spin at a rate of 600 rotations per second.

16:what's your favorite pasta dish? Pasta with claims and mussels in a spicy tomato sauce.

17:what color do you really want to dye your hair? Auburn.

18:tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. That one time I tried to play a trumpet mouth piece.

19:do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I don’t, but I always say I wanna.

20:what's your favorite eye color? Brown.

21:talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. Lol, I rotate bags too often. But, I have a pink harrods bag I always bring with me to New York City. :)

22:are you a morning person? Hell no.

23:what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Lay in bed and listen to The Shins, then go on a drive and listen to cds, including The Shins. And, eat take out that my body doesn’t need to have (or my wallet).

24:is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Nope.

25:what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? Uh, I have only ever broken into swope practice rooms.

26:what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? I don’t.

27:what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? Wintergreen.

28:sunrise or sunset? Sunset.

29:what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Uhm, when any of my friends want to hug, I always get excited for that. :D

30:think of it: have you ever been truly scared? Yeah, I thought I could die at one point in my life...

31:what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. Socks keep my feet warm. I don’t like wearing them because that means it is cold out if I am wearing them. I won’t wear them in the summer unless obligated to. I own too many pairs of socks but go through them quickly anyway.

32:tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. Well, I would be drunk and probably saying really stupid things, or telling them how much I loved them.

33:what's your fave pastry? Chocolate with chocolate lava inside. Lava cake. with raspberries or strawberries on top.

34:tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? Carrots. Pink rabbit, TY (beanie baby) pillow pal. I still sleep with it, and it is 18 years old.

35:do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? Yes I do! Not often, but I definitely have times to use them.

36:which band's sound would fit your mood right now? The Shins.

37:do you like keeping your room messy or clean? I *try* to keep it clean, but usually i have my bed full of clothes that are in between clean and dirty and other crap.

38:tell us about your pet peeves! When plans are forgotten.

39:what color do you wear the most? Blue. Maybe pink.

40:think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? I have a silver necklace with three roses from my grandma. I just wear it often because it usually looks better than any other necklaces.

41:what's the last book you remember really, really loving? Tuesdays with Morrie.

42:do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! Yes. It is a place about a half an hour away that is kind of that indie style atmosphere.

43:who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? No one.

44:when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Ha. uh, never.

45:do you trust your instincts a lot? I try to.

46:tell us the worst pun you can think of. I am so punny. :-P

47:what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Mushrooms.

48:what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? As a kid I was scared of fire and everything burning down. It is still a fear of mine, but now my other biggest fear is failing.

49:do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I do buy CDs. The last CD I bought was “Oh, inverted world” by the shins.

50:what's an odd thing you collect? Uhm, I sometimes don’t like letting go of cute soap bottles or chapsticks that are empty.

51:think of a person. what song do you associate with them? I associate my whole life with The Shins and Jack’s Mannequin.

52:what are your favorite memes of the year so far? I don’t know, haven’t thought about it.

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

54:who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? I don’t know actually..

55:what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? Uhm, I can’t think of a good example.

56:what are some things you find endearing in people? People who are able to open up to help others.

57:go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? I am not doing this, I am listening to The Shins.

58:who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? I think my friends who do drink are all wine moms actually. I love wine, but I have the personality of the vodka aunt for sure.

59:what's your favorite myth? If you work hard things will go your way.

60:do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I liked the poems by shel silverstein in “where the sidewalk ends”.

61:what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? Given? Uhm, maybe the times i gave cash instead of putting thought into a cute gift. Received? uhm, just anything that clearly is like, I look at it, and it is like, wtf?

62:do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? No, just water, occasionally coffee.

63:are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? I generally keep my books organized expect for the one(s) I am currently reading. I am very fussy about what songs I am listening to in a given moment if I can control the music.

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

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

66:what would your ideal flower crown look like?

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

68:what's winter like where you live? Cold. Ice. Snow.

69:what are your favorite board games? Taboo.

70:have you ever used a ouija board? Nope.

71:what's your favorite kind of tea? Yogi fruit flavor teas, or anything pumpkin spice.

72:are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? I won’t forget anything, but I make lists to help me feel less stressed about everything I have to do.

73:what are some of your worst habits? Sleeping way too late for where I need to be in the morning. Putting off hmwk I don’t want to do.

74:describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. On Wednesday we Wear Pink.

75:tell us about your pets! I have a child named Emmett who is my guinea pig. I love him dearly. I need his attention more than he needs mine. I sometimes will just stare at his cage and watch him eat.

76:is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? Hell yes.

77:pink or yellow lemonade? Pink.

78:are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? Fanclub.

79:what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? My little made me a sock monkey blanket to give me the day she became a sister.

80:what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? White. No. Because I am renting an apartment.

81:describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. Uh, what?

82:are/were you good in school? No.

83:what's some of your favorite album art? I like the cover of “everything in transit” by jack’s mannequin.

84:are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? no.

85:do you read comics? what are your faves? no.

86:do you like concept albums? which ones? i am not very familiar with the concept behind concept albums. (pun intended).

87:what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Silver Linings Playbook, Tuesdays with Morrie, Marley and Me.

88:are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? No.

89:are you close to your parents? There are a lot of things about my life I have a very difficult time telling them about.

90:talk about your one of you favorite cities. London!! British people, British accents, wonderful.

91:where do you plan on traveling this year? I don’t.

92:are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? Drowns or none at all, no in between.

93:what's the hairstyle you wear the most? I throw my hair up in a half assed bun.

94:who was the last person you know to have a birthday? Uhmm...I am not sure actually.

95:what are your plans for this weekend? Dog sitting.

96:do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? Procrastinate just like I do with my whole life.

97:myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? ISTJ/ISFJ, Virgo, Hufflepuff/Slytherin.

98:when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? I don’t remember, but I hope I did.

99:list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. “Swim”, Jack’s Mannequin.

100:if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? Definitely 5 years into the future...I would never want to return to the crap I had to go through while sick five years ago.

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