#but also ... with doctor sleep ... could u imagine if the movie was like 'fuck the shining movie'

[transboysokka]

chris watches twilight for the first time

omg this blueish filter is wild is this like a Pacific Northwest thing

that girl is not tan enough to be from arizona

also I’m getting big gay energy from her so idk how this movie is gonna be like. plausible.

if the dad wasn’t a cop I’d definitely smash

do u guys remember though when they used to cast ACTUAL teenagers for teen roles? refreshing

wow this guy in the cowboy hat has MAJOR swag

oh nooo Taylor Lautner I grew up with him and he sucked (real)

idk why ppl always shat on kstew being like inexpressive in this??? seems fine??

all these vampire siblings date each other?? lolololol

so far this seems like a fun little teen drama idk. it’s so blue though

Edwards stare is so intense I KNOW rpat had a great time with this lolol

Lolllll imagine seeing someone try to switch classes to avoid u but u don’t even know them??

the daughter-distant father awkwardness is v nice, v realistic

ugh this dad is so hot

Does Edward have RED eyes girl that sounds like a red flag get away

Ok this soundtrack sucks

Wait so his eyes change? Why?

wow he stopped a bread van for her w his muscles how romanticccc

also how small is this school like how does everyone know her?

vampire doctor creeps me out

lol his name is carlisle what a square

taking bets at how soon he tells her he’s a vampire it’s probably pretty soon I’m gonna say like around the one hour mark

girl is she having sex dreams about him

God Edward really is so creepy eh

Lautner’s Michigan accent is sooo bad in this omggg I can’t

are these new vampires?? the whole eating people thing really disrupts the tone of the story

So gay of bella not to care about the dress shopping. And also just skipping prom lol

Edward just following her everywhere RUN GIRL

“I should make sure Bella gets something to eat” most awkward and obvious way to ask for a date

So she’s def a vegetarian and he def doesn’t eat people food

We’re like 40 minutes in and he’s already telling her lol

Anyway why can’t he read her mind is this like a soulmate thing

This is soooo fanfictiony lmao

So she finds out he can read minds and just lets it go lol

Edward is such a dumbass though she figured him out so easy lolllll

And now she’s having vampire sex dreams lmaoooo this movie is great

Oh here it comes the “I know what you are” “say it” lol I only know this scene bc it’s from a meme or something

lmao this speed animation

is he about to sparkle

BAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS SO UNSERIOUS

god they’re both crazy girl why are you so into him and Edward why are you so obsessed w her

ok yeah some of these lines suck

First of all these kids are missing class and for what

Second of all I cannot IMAGINE being a teenage straight girl seeing this for the first time when it comes out and basing my ENTIRE personality on this shitty ass self-insert fanfic ass plot

Girl how the hell can you be in love with him already

That’s so high school, they’re only walking together and people somehow know they’re together?

oh wow so the doctor turns these kids to stop them from dying that’s neat

I used to live only off tofu and I was very satisfied thank u very much

Wow he’s special about reading minds that’s convenient

He’s such a kid w her that’s not what I was expecting but I like it

They’re making Italian food for her bc her name is Bella lmfao

WOW anger issues much

He doesn’t sleep, he doesn’t stop going to school, he doesn’t eat, terrible existence

Was that the author in the diner

HOLY FUCK HE SNEAKS INTO HER HOUSE AND WATCHES HER SLEEP RED ALERT

DONT KISS THE GUY WHO WANTS TO EAT YOU NOOOOO

there are so many problems here lol

Dad just messing w his gun at the kitchen table, so cop coded

So American coded actually lol

Wait Edward is gonna meet him w the gun there lmao

Vampire baseball lolllll

This is just one big incest nerd family

They could have tried a little harder w the cgi for such a big budget?? This looks like the CW. Feels like it too actually

FRENCH bad guy vampires??

These stakes seem suddenly way too high??

Don’t break the hot dads heart nooooo

This really does feel like the CW though

Yeah no Rosalie is right why does that family care about Bella so much like she’s a high school girlfriend not a wife lmao

I think I’m dumb but I don’t entirely understand what’s happening here like did Bella go back to Arizona?? Why did she have to go so far to get away from this guy

FUCK is he gonna run all the way to Arizona now lol

I just don’t know how things got so suddenly so dramatic like can’t this James guy just let it go why is he going to so much effort this just all seems so silly

Wow Black Swan

yeah again idk why everyone was hating on kstew’s performance in this, it’s good

How did Edward get there so fast is there like some portal between Arizona and Washington isn’t that like a 1-2 day drive?

This is a fancy ass ballet studio btw

Yeah this fight scene sucks

So Mufasa coded “Remember who you are”

What is happening to Bella now she doesn’t turn until the last book right? (I’ve never read it idk)

Why did that guy have venom?????

Wow finally creepy Edward gets what he wanted and can drink her up…… he ain’t gonna stop

Oh I get it he stops w the power of love. Okay. Whatever.

This SONG sucks

“You lost a lot of blood” yeah THANKS Edward

Oh god the old ass cellphones. Throwback.

Not sure why she’d need oxygen w the injuries she had tbh am I missing something or is it for drama

“You’re in here bc of me” damn straight

Go to Jacksonville Bella (I know she won’t)

Don’t be a baby about it Bella????

Oh fuck is she going to prom? THATS not gonna create School Drama at all…

“Alice lent me the dress” yeah you’re too gay to own any

I know it’s bc of my issues w lautner as a person but I hate Jacob and I ALSO hate that lautner claims to have “distant” indigenous heritage bc that is another thing that he didn’t have when we were kids so why is he playing this guy

“Should we dance?” “You’re serious?” Bro you came to prom together wtf did u think u we’re gonna do

All the music in this movie sucks ass

I don’t usually advocate for this with vampire stuff but I’d have less of a problem with the creepiness of this relationship if he DID turn her

If MY bf was a vampire I wouldn’t want to be human either wtf

Okay yeah I mean that movie was whatever. Glad I understand the pop culture references now I guess

Oh no oh wait oh god I gotta watch the rest of these movies now don’t I…. Please tell me they get better

#text #twilight liveblog

[hyunsvngs]

(selfishly, and if you’re comfy with it) i need to know how ot8 would be with an s/o that has ibs or other gastro issues. my tummy has not been feeling good lately and i just need cuddles

OBVIOUSLY COMFY WITH IT?? THATS SO CUTEEE AND ALSO I HAVE TUMMY ISSUES TOO SO DONT WORRY HAHAHAH

whenever i have super bad tummy issues, i always envision jisung rubbing my tummy n trying to take my mind off it by watching something w me. he’d be giggling like crazy at bits that aren’t even funny just to try and make you laugh and try to make u happier <3 cutiepie!!!!

changbin too would be so COMFORTING. kissing ur tummy, maybe doing a cringe shout at it to leave u alone tbh like that one text meme if u know what i’m talking about. changbin’s so cute and he would definitely want to take care of it. he’d make sure you ate even if you didn’t feel like it <3

chan would baby you too 100%. tucking you up in bed, kissing your forehead, bringing you hot drinks as if you’re on bed rest and dying when you just have a tummy ache. you’d be a literal cocoon in bed. unable to move. all bc u said ur tummy hurt a little. chan would not accept that. you must rest. you are ill. <3

i think minho would be similar to sungie. just tryna take ur mind off it, acting silly n crazy and tbh it would work. you wouldn’t even be thinking about it!!! he’d also get u drinks of water, making u take small sips if you felt sick. i think minho could be so so soft when he wants to be but he would try to hide it <3

innie would think ur dyin but like genuinely. he’d be like ur tummy hurts? we….. we need to go to a&e. now. and u’d be like ?? no innie it’s not that serious. eventually u’d convince him and he’d feel so fucking dumb. he’d just be there like oh. and he’d 100% cuddle you close and try to get you to sleep it off <3

im imagijing felix singing. singing in his deep voice, making you super relaxed and eepy so that you can drift off… i imagine he might be a lil hesitant to sing for you, refusing to do it a lot cos he gets a bit shy!! but his baby’s ILL??? HES GONNABSING GODDAMNIT! when u fell asleep he would sidle up close to u n sleep too <3

i think seungmin would be so quiet in that type of situation. just letting u lay with him, he’d just stroke ur tummy softly and if it hurt so bad you cried, he’d let you cry. just kissing ur tears away and again. he jsut wants to let u get it all out!!! he’s no doctor but he will cuddle and let u talk <3

hyunjin would be in full pamper mode tbh. do NOT lift a finger. warm bath already run for you, he’s picked out a movie, the softest blanket. he is taking it so seriously. u have to remind him its just your stomach issues, that you’re used to it, but he’s screaming because well he’s not used to it??!!! HIS BABY IS IN PAIN?? honestly so dramatic but we love him for it <3

♡ juno

#juno’s asks ♡ #sweet baby anon #asks: ot8 #i actually loved this it was so cute to write

[mvncesa]

me: logically we can understand why the shining was considered so scary when it came out- me watching the movie or thinking about it: it's so fucking bad though

#( tell me to stop posting ; ooc. ) #yeah i'm rewatching it even though i just watched it last night #every time i rewatch it ? it just gets worse for some reason ?? #but also ... with doctor sleep ... could u imagine if the movie was like 'fuck the shining movie' #and based the shining events off the actual book or the mini-series ??

[s3r-en-d1p-ity]

just friends - t. chalamet x reader

been getting in my Timmy feels lately and haven’t posted in a hot minute since I keep procrastinating so here’s a timmy imagine

pairing: platonic!timothée x platonic!reader

warnings: lil angst, mentions of drugs, just some platonic fluff and some swearing

part 2 , part 3

You and Timothée met years ago, back in 2015. He was 19 and you were 17. You ran into each other at an awards show and clicked. You knew from the moment you started talking that there would be a friendship.

As time passed, you got closer and closer until you were inseparable. Only a few months after you met, you had opened up to him.

“My dad’s been in jail for 10 years,” You shrugged, sliding down the wall next to Timothée, who had his back pressed against the door and his legs spread out wide in front of him.

He looked over at you, with curious eyes. He wanted to ask, but didn’t want to pry. You noticed the look, and smiled sadly. “He killed my mom.”

His breath got caught in his throat, and he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t have much to say, and he didn’t want to pity you. So he just grabbed your hand that was resting on your knee and scooted closer to you.

He didn’t treat you different, or give you pity, and you admired that. You knew there was something different about the boy.

You were a singer, and he was an actor. So obviously, your lives were very different and you both had very different schedules that made it hard to see each other. Especially when you were on tour and he was shooting in a completely different place. There was a whole month where you didn’t get to talk to each other because your time zone differences were constantly switching and when you were up, he was asleep and when you were asleep, he was up. But when you got to talk again, it was like nothing had changed.

The longest you went without seeing each other was 9 months. Those 9 months were hell, but you were proud of Timmy because he had gotten one of his biggest movie roles yet and he was proud of you because you sold out every single show on your tour.

The doorknob to your apartment jiggled, and you sat up warily because the only person who had a key to your apartment was Timmy.

Timmy.

You jumped up, at the same time he opened the door. There he was, in all his glory, your best friend. He closed the door behind him and smiled at you.

“Long time no see, stranger.” He joked. It took you a minute to fully comprehend what was happening, but once you did, you were running across the room and jumping onto him.

He stumbled back a bit, but hugged you back tightly. He squeezed you and lifted you up off the ground, burying his face in your neck. It gave him a sense of home, and made him smile.

“You told me you weren’t coming home for another 3 weeks.” You mumbled, your hands clenching the back of his shirt.

“Ended filming early,” He replied. “Took the first plane back.” His curly hair tickled your cheek and you smiled. You didn’t realize how much you missed Timmy’s hugs and the way he clung to you so tightly.

You think that maybe that’s when you realized you had a little crush on Timothée.

Yeah. Had. As in, after a while you realized how much that would ruin your friendship and pushed your feelings away. Eventually, it worked.

You’re glad it worked, because a few months later, Timothée got a girlfriend. Her name was Reilyn.

He spent all of his time with her. You thought back a few months ago, and thanked God you didn’t still have feelings for him, because if you did, you’d be crushed to death.

At first, you didn’t mind. You were happy Timmy was happy. Then, he started ignoring your calls and ditching your plans to hang out with her. You let it slide for a while, but when he showed up 3 hours late to your birthday party, you brought it up.

He defended Reilyn, of course. And that started one of your biggest and only fights.

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You woke up to your bed sinking. You were a light sleeper, always had been. The slightest noise or touch woke you up.

You groaned, shifted around and opened your eyes to see Timothée sitting at the side of your bed. “Hi,” He whispered. You didn’t respond, just stared up at him.

Then your mind replayed the events of the past 2 days, and you wanted to crawl in a hole and die. “What do you want? I just want to sleep right now.” You grumbled, burying your face back in your pillow.

“You’re naked.” He noted, his eyes running over your bare back, not covered by the sheets.

“No shit, sherlock.” You scoffed, mad at him. “I had a guy over. I asked him to leave.”

Timothée was silent for a while. For a second, you thought he had left. Then you heard his soft breathing. “You called me a lot yesterday and today. What’s wrong?” 

Anger bubbled in your stomach, and you clenched your fist around the sheets. “It doesn’t concern you anymore. You were with Reilyn.” You spat, not bothering to hide the venom in your voice.

“I’m sorry, y/n/n. My phone’s been shut off, it was our year anniversary. Please, just tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded, his hand finding your back.

You didn’t respond. You didn’t want to think about it, or talk about it. You’d be reliving it all over again, and that’s the last thing you wanted. Timothée pulled the covers over you, pushed you over, and crawled into your bed. He turned you so you were facing him and froze when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“Please.” He sighed, gripping your forearm. You gulped, looking away from him.

“Josh called me yesterday.” You started. Josh was your brother. After your mom died, your then 15-year-old brother decided you guys should go live with your aunt, here in California. He began using drugs, more and more as time passed.

“oh.” Timothée breathed out. He met him once. He was worried for the dude, because he looked like he would collapse any second. In all honesty, Timothée didn’t have any words. He felt guilt piling up because he wasn’t there for his best friend.

“I met him at a cafe. For a while, it was small talk. Then he asked me for money. Of course he asked me for money. He told me it was for gas, but him and I both knew I wasn't buying that. I left after and that’s when I called you. And you didn’t pick up. Then, later that night, I got a call from the hospital and they told me he OD’d. That’s the second time I called you. I went to the hospital, waited for 3 hours to get at least some information, and I was on the verge of a panic attack, that’s the 3rd time I called you.

Two hours later, when I went home to shower and get him some clothes, I came back and the doctor told me he discharged himself. I tried to get a hold of him for 3 more hours, looked through all of the sketchiest streets in L.A. for him, then gave up and went back to my apartment only to find it trashed and Josh asleep in my bathtub. I called you. When he woke up, we got in a huge fight and he took cash from my wallet and left. At least a couple hundred bucks. Then I called you again. So I called Jack over, we fucked, and then I asked him to leave. Then I called you for the last time, and went to bed.” You ended, turning away from him.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” He croaked out, and you knew he was crying. You wanted to yell at him, wanted to scream at him, and wanted to blame Reilyn, but you weren’t like that. So you didn’t do it, and let him hold you and tell you he was sorry.

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You walked into your dressing room, breathing heavily. Another night, another show. You found Timothée on the floor. His back was resting against the couch, and he was playing with a rubix cube. He looked up when you closed the door behind you.

“Hey superstar.” He laughed. “Amazing show.”

You smiled, walking over to him. He pulled you down, right between his legs. You let your back rest against his chest and put your head on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around your middle. “Seriously, you did great.”

A couple days after the whole fiasco where Timo didn’t answer his phone, he broke up with Reilyn. You felt guilty but he assured you it was for the best and that it wasn't your fault at all. That was almost 5 months ago. You were back on tour and Timmy wasn’t shooting so he was able to come to a lot of your shows.

Your fingers drummed on Timmy’s knee absentmindedly. Times like these made time go so fast, but slow down at the same time. You felt at home, a haze over you that only Timmy could make you feel. In a strictly platonic way, you reminded yourself. “Timmy?” You mumbled, grabbing his knee.

“Yes?” He replied, muffled by your hair.

“I love you. Thank you for being there for me, always.” You sighed, feeling his arms squeeze you and his lips press to the back of your head.

“I love you more, y/n/n.”

sorry. really wanted something to post and low-key wanted to make this a little series where she realizes her feelings are coming back but I wanted to see if people liked this first. also, im a new writer so sorry if this is crappy ahahaha

if u want to see a lil series for this lmk and i’ll try and make it happen without procrastinating :)

#timothee chalamet #timothee smut #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee imagine #timothee #timothée chalamet icons #timothee fanfic #timothee chalamet fanfic #timothee chalamet x reader #Timothee chalamet angst

[lipstickbisous]

the rei brown series (2/3)

OUR LOVE REMAINS.

notes: here’s the second part!! one more after this haha. not much of a plot to these just meant to put you in your feels. butttttt, i did write this from the experience my mom had in the icu when she was a nurse.

this one is your p.o.v. and is a little bit longer but not much

i DID NOT KNOW if anyone would get offended by “latino” or “hispanic” so i used both im sorry.

LISTEN for better understanding.

also u guys REALLY LIKED the din fic so i guess...more of those?

pairing: javier peña x reader

summary: while rethinking all of the choices you’ve made in your life, memories of a certain person begin to flood in.

warnings: MORE ANGST ahahaha, childhood nostalgia, fluff ending

word count: 3.3k (these are not long chapters)

masterlist

you weren’t sure what time it was (you knew it wasn’t too late) and you hadn’t bothered to check as you stumbled through your doorway, one arm holding grocery bags and the other, your purse and papers from work. your hair had been stuck in the ponytail you threw it up in since the morning, but now, it was pulling at your scalp and giving you a headache.

managing to balance on one foot, you flipped the light switch in your entryway and watched as the first floor of your house illuminated in the night. the tiny dog you’d adopted a few months ago came padding out on the wood floors from the dining room, his tongue stuck out with loud pants to relieve himself of the texas summer heat. 

with a small “hey, bub,” to your pet, you placed the groceries on the kitchen counter and slipped off your clogs, throwing them at the bottom of your stairs so that you could be reminded to take them to your room when you went upstairs. for now, you reached into the glass cabinet and grasped a dark bottle of wine. the label read a fancy word in french, but growing up in kingsville, you’d never bothered to learn the language of love. you grew up in that rich latino and hispanic culture. 

this house had memories threatening to let it crumble, you knew that, but even after your parents had moved into a smaller apartment due to medical reasons and the fact that they couldn’t afford the house, you couldn’t bring yourself to move out of this town and just ditch them there--now the house was in your name. you didn’t know why it was so hard to leave--you’d been able to leave for university, but when you came back the summer after you’d graduated, something stuck. now, it had been twenty years and you had made no attempts to even leave kingsville. 

you popped the cork of the wine bottle open and instantly met that musky historic smell of the red alcohol. you had seven wine glasses in your cupboards, but you never had any friends over. you might occasionally invite a few girls you knew in high school, but if you were to hang out with people, it would be at a bar on friday and saturday nights. you watched as the wine splashed around the glass and when it was filled to your satisfaction, you pushed the cork back into its place and left the bottle on the counter.

as you made your way into the living room and collapsed on the couch, the little dog you called yours jumped up onto the high furniture the best he could due to his tiny legs. you searched your couch for the remote, pulling over the cushions and pillows before finding it buried under the arm. you switched the tv on and and flipped through the channels before settling on fifty-one. your dog curled up next to your lap and closed his eyes to sleep.

you didn’t for what you were sure was the next two hours. the movie that had been playing before ended the beginning of a new one had started until you realized your glass was empty and dry and your eyelids were getting heavier. you leaned your head back before rethinking how the day had gone. you’d shown up to the hospital for work at the crack of dawn and spent the next twelve hours wheeling around patients, taking diagnostics, and carrying their dirty dishes.

it definitely had not been the job you imagined when you were ten. you’d played doctor with your stuffed animals and plushes before but in those scenarios, the patients had been obedient in kind. unfortunately, fate had not been so kind and, while sitting in front of the television with an empty wine glass in your hand, your fingers grazing over the sore spot on your wrist. it was sure to be bruised, the one on your calf had turned purple and yellow in the past few days. you hissed when you applied just a bit too much pressure.

i spent four years at a college i hated to have this. you’d put it all on the line to have this job. you thought that by being a nurse in the fucking icu, you’d be saving people everyday. instead, you were groped, spat out, and ignored by everyone there. you deserved a glass of wine every night.

you knew that this was not healthy at all and that you were intoxicating yourself with far too much alcohol but the way your back ached, your calf bruised, and your head pounded drowned out whatever warnings your brain sent you.

suddenly, you managed to catch sight of the atomic clock sitting on your kitchen counter. bright crimson letters read “1:30 am.”, and with a far too heavy sigh that awoke the small dog next to you, you set the glass on your coffee table (you’d grab it in the morning when you weren’t so sad) and flipped the tv off before sauntering up the stairs. even at your age, you had still been terrified of the dark--you could barely walk down to your basement without a flashlight and by yourself--but you found that you were perfectly fine walking in the pitch-black of your upstairs hallway. your dog was quick to follow behind you, jumping onto your bed and waiting for you as you emotionlessly entered your bathroom and looked at your reflection.

who the fuck were you? how much time had passed and yet here you were, in your fucking childhood home all alone? you’d found love with many men over the years, but you hadn’t expected them to last--and they hadn’t. what had you done? had you left some sort of imprint in the world at all? you were never one for kids, everyone you knew was well aware of that, but how were you supposed to live on even when you were dead? in reality, abandonment and loneliness was your worst fear along with--

oh god, you thought in a shriveled voice. you’re gonna be forgotten. 

one part that hurt the most was the news. you’d gotten better at keeping up to date with pop culture and politics, and the pablo escobar situation had you worried for one reason and one reason only--javier peña. you’d seen him on the news, the DEA agent who had made it his responsibility and top priority to catch the famous drug lord. it was nice to see that he had gotten somewhere while the only time you’d ever really traveled was to paris for a christmas and then LA to see an old friend who you didn’t even talk to anymore. 

this was your life now. mindlessly wandering around your house after work, eating microwaved leftovers and carry-out from the diner.

god, that diner. it had been one of your favorite locations in the shitty town you called home--had been. the first time you went, you were suspicious due to the fact that the actual building was a different restaurant owned by a criminal before it was a diner, but javier had practically begged you to have a late dinner with him after an afternoon spent skipping your last few periods and driving around the outskirts of town in his truck. the wind had been blowing through your hair and you hung your head out of his window, letting your arms wave around, and you could’ve sworn you had felt him looking at you. 

that was the moment you were in love with javier peña.

you knew that you had been lying to yourself up until that moment because since the first day you met javier when driving past their ranch and stopping to look at the horses, you’d been in love. you couldn’t even think about how many days were spent writing poetry about him that now seemed stupid and childish. you’d told yourself it was an outlet for your feelings, but you had really written it because you were too much of a bitch to come out and tell javi. maybe that hadn’t been your fault--you’d witnessed, first hand, javier rejecting a girl in sixth grade. you watched her nod and tell him “oh, that’s okay” but then run away into the bathrooms. javier had continued on to tell you about a new foal on their farm.

you remembered the horses. you missed them too. if it hadn’t been them roaming about in the pastures, or the great stallion that caught your attention while on that family car ride, you would’ve never met javier. you weren’t sure if he judged you for it or not, but every time chucho needed help around the farm, and javier was too much of a brat and a teenager to do it, you had gladly offered. so, chucho peña had put you in charge of the foals. there was one in particular, a small one with a white coat, that had piqued your interest. there was a day, one in the middle of the summer if you could remember correctly, where you and javi had just run out to the fields while the rest of the horses stayed in their stables. javi had been excited since his father had gifted him with a new camera, and he had spent all day taking pictures of--and to this day, you still didn’t notice it--only you. 

while brushing your teeth, carefully placing a small dot of paste on your toothbrush, you began to scrub in small circles. how long had it been since you and javi had last talked? even then, it had barely been a conversation. a simple exchanged of very few words, a goodbye that went misheard, and that was it. when you had called his home phone the next morning, instead of javi replying like he always did, it had been chucho’s voice instead, muffling an annoyed “hello?” but when he heard the exhaustion and lightness of your voice, he carefully explained that javi had already left.

you hadn’t felt heartbroken--not at first. in fact, there was barely any sadness in that tired head and upset stomach. you were infuriated. how could he? how dare he? he had been such a coward that he couldn’t even say goodbye and it angered you more than you thought it ever would--not that you had ever thought about javier leaving before because he said he wouldn’t even consider it. and now, he had left you alone your fucked up hometown that you’d always told him you hated so much. then, about three days alone without javier (which was something you weren’t used to) you’d realized that there was a large possibility this could’ve been your fault.

had you been a bad friend recent to his leaving? yes, you had been acting distant, but it was due to normal events, such as school and...the fact that you were hopelessly in love with him. it had been harder to talk with senior year ending and college coming up, but you hadn’t never thought he could just turn himself away like that. never.

and not once had javi tried to contact you. he, of course, knew your number by heart, but after all these years, he’d probably had hundreds of girls phone numbers--in fact, you were sure that if hadn’t been a DEA agent hooked with the most dangerous man on the earth, you would’ve expected him to be married already. you had gone to the wedding. you’d seen how the church was decorated, how each and every guest wore plastered smiles--just the idea of seeing javi made you giddy and you’d worn your best dress you could find. even after returning from university, javier didn’t visit or call. you also remembered hearing lorraine sobbing when her groom didn’t show.

javier was not the type of person to stand someone up. you didn’t know what he was like now, but as teenagers, if he ever had a date (which wasn’t often because even if you didn’t know it, he was hopelessly in love with you) he would arrive five minutes early. 

the one time javi did have a date, you stayed home and watched one of his favorite movies while crying. you hated to admit that the next day, when he admitted to you he didn’t like the girl that much, you were excited.

suddenly, you remembered how this was completely your fault. you had always blamed javier for never calling or writing, but then you realized that you had never made the attempt either.

“fuckin’ hell,” you whispered and washed off your toothbrush. as a nurse, you didn’t normally cake yourself with makeup, but you did wear the average concealer, mascara, and lipstick or gloss. you took one look at your reflection and noticed that your mascara was currently running. when did i cry? you asked yourself and exited the bathroom, not bothering to remove your makeup.

your room was next door and when you walked inside, your dog was patiently waiting next to your nightstand and- god, did i leave the fucking light on again? you felt like slapping yourself until your head was straight because it wasn’t right to think about someone you haven’t seen in twenty years.

you slipped off your pants, leaving you in expensive panties you’d gotten for no reason at all. you threw off your scrubs, discarding them onto the floor with a light air sound and replacing your shirt with a tank-top. your bed had been so perfectly made that it almost annoyed you. you threw yourself onto your bed and began to rub your eyes. it wouldn’t matter if you messed up the mascara because there was nothing to mess up. 

hoping the sleep would rid you of the horrible thoughts, you flipped the lamp next to your bed off and pressed a pillow to your cheek. the small dog at your feet curled up rested his eyes. you did the same.

it would’ve been physically best for your health if you had gone at least six hours of sleeping without any interruption, but one moment in the night, the phone on your nightstand began to blare its ringtone. your eyes shot open and began to burn slightly from a sudden awakening. the sound had scared your dog, who jumped to the ground in protection of whatever the source was until he realized it was the telephone. you groaned with heavy eyelids and looked to the clock. two-twenty five am. as soon as you went to answer the call, it went to dial tone. 

more frustrated than before because you really just wanted to sleep, you groaned and flung yourself back into bed. of course, now you were awake.

but then, the phone began to ring again. it had seemed louder this time and your dog barked in the most un-intimidating way possible before you threw a pillow at the spot next to him to get him quiet. you held the phone close to your ear and spoke a tired, “hello?” the line was silent and at first, you were terrified because you could’ve sworn you heard someone breathing. another one of these. “hello?”

part of this was exciting to you. while it was extremely frustrating to be awoken a few hours before you normally rose to get ready for work, your mind was racing during the silent pause between you and this stranger. who could it be? perhaps it was chucho telling you that javier could be coming home, but you cursed yourself for thinking of that man and dismissed the idea. maybe it was your mom calling to tell you how your father had gotten better and, for now at least, the cancer was gone. 

“(y/n)?”

―

while the reason behind it remained unclear, you had always loved airports. the cleaning-product smell, the diverse people, the small restaurants, even the feeling of the carpet--or the feeling of that when in an airport, you were going somewhere.

it had always been about going somewhere. javier knew this since fifth grade, that you had always wanted to just leave kingsville, texas. maybe you would move to new york, or philadelphia, or even go to london and paris. they had been silly daydreams due to reading too many of your mother’s travel books, but paris had always looked so nice. maybe even visit mexico--you’d already been well immersed in the culture.

but that wasn’t why you were here. you were here for something that was long overdue.

after the phone call that night, you javier had made sure to call each other every other day at ten o’clock pm. there had been some days where you had to stay late at the hospital or javi was chasing sicarios and didn’t get home until midnight--those nights, you would either fall asleep or just call the next day, but you both had made a good schedule. it definitely hadn’t been the same as when you were teenagers, and you didn’t expect it to be. his voice was much deeper and raspier (you knew it was because of the cigarettes, you could practically smell them through the phone) and his voice wasn’t as...lively anymore. you felt that you couldn’t say much, though, because the years had been rough to you as well.

he had told you everything. your thoughts on how he was living was wrong--he told you of the countless informants and prostitutes, how the colombian sun was definitely hotter than the texan sun and even to him it had made a difference. when you both had too much to drink and were passing back funny stories, his was that he had grown a mustache. you had laughed at that one because if you could imagine the clean-shaved, teenage boy that javier once was with a mustache, it was a hilarious thought.

all-in-all, it had still been painful to talk to someone you knew so well like they were a stranger. at first, you had asked yourself if he’d changed but you caught yourself in the stupid thought. of course, he had changed. it had been twenty fucking years and even you had noticed the faint lines starting to appear around your face. 

it had taken almost half a year of phone calls, missed and attended, happy and sad to be where you were now.

the airport bustling had also been one of your favorite things too. the countless and various voices all coming together to make a white noise that was so distinct. 

you were standing near the entrance, watching as families reunited, lovers embraced, and yet you stood alone. it had been over ten minutes since when javier was supposed to show. if you were being honest with yourself, what did you expect? he would just appear out of thin air in the middle of a crowd? you hoped the flight from bogotá had been peaceful and well. there hadn’t been any storms passing by, baggage loading problems, or anything that could possibly delay the plane, so there was no reason for javier not to be there.

unless...you began to think and it had been too late to stop yourself from completing the thought. maybe he just didn’t want to. 

like when he rejected that girl in sixth grade. like when he left you alone in kingsville. like when abandoned his bride at their own fucking wedding.

suddenly, you felt angry. your blood was boiling, your hands felt hot, the hair on your neck became irritating, and the winter heat of texas began to scorch, even in air conditioning. you ran a hand down your face, feeling two beads of sweat trickle down a path to your chin. your foot, which had been tapping for the past now fifteen minutes turned on its heel as you made your way to the glass doors.

your car was just outside. you wouldn’t even have to walk that far, and then you could drive home, cry yourself to sleep, and call javier about this some other time.

“(y/n)!”

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[jbbuckybarnes]

Imagine

Raising children with Cevans.

Description: I wrote a super long imagine for @marmariavel at the beginning of the year and I thought I’d put it into a thing you all could read. The only thing I didn’t change was the bilingual aspect and some stuff I couldn’t flesh out more. Beware: Tons of sentences that start with “You” & time jumps. Pairing: Chris x german!bilingual!Reader

M A S T E R L I S T

You'd been together for a little over 3 years and he had proposed to you very on the down low at home after a beautiful day planned by him a few months before. You had talked about kids but you didn't really plan them soon. Well...you didn't think that your birth control would've just stopped working because of some antibiotics for your gripal infect a few weeks back.

He was gone for a movie for two more weeks and you sat there in the middle of your shared house in the bathroom, staring at the two pink stripes after being late, panicking and wanting to ease your mind...well, that kinda backfired.

You'd call a friend and go crazy for a minute or ten before they would be like "Yo, relax and let a doctor confirm it. I can come with you." And that's what you'd do that week.

You would get the confirmation and be happy but also super fucking insecure about it even though you knew he wouldn't have a problem with it. It's still your body and you didn't know how to handle it mentally. Your friend would just stay with you that night, take your mind a bit off things, eat Ben & Jerry's with you, and the rest of that program. And the next day you'd start planning how to tell him since you had two weeks to prepare for it.

So you kinda had the opportunity to make it a bit bigger and exciting but also not super big but like cute big. You decided to get some books about pregnancy, baby clothes and shoes, baby food and probably something Baby Captain America themed. After getting it in the mail you would start putting together a big box, neatly decorated so he could see all the things at once. At the center, you stuck the test. The outside neatly sprayed in a gender-neutral color and a few stickers.

You would start emptying your office room carefully and put the stuff in his office. He was used to you rearranging his whole house all the time so he wouldn't be super surprised by that part at first. You would put the box in the middle of the room and be super excited for him to come home.

You'd write to him that you had a surprise for him and he'd be like "don't tease me" and you'd dance around excited until he gets in through the door. You would run towards him with a big grin and he'd just bear hug you.

You'd take all his stuff away from him excited and tell him to leave everything right in the hallway and that the surprise couldn't wait.

So you'd drag him towards your old office, open the door and he'd be like "You rearranged again?" with a smile at you before you almost ran to the box, picked it up and held it out to him. "Open it." He'd look at you a little bit '???' but happy. And then he would open it slowly and instantly stop in his movement as soon as he had a full view of the inside of the box and his jaw would just drop and he'd eye all the different things in there and would be looking up at you speechless.

"Welcome to your future child's nursery." you'd smile with happy tears in your eyes before he would set the box down and envelope you in the best hug ever and kiss you and cry and mumble "I'm finally gonna be a dad."

He'd pick you up in the air with the biggest smile ever and ask you how far you are and you'd say something like 2 months and he'd jump like a happy little boy before setting you down, kissing you again and saying "Let's go through the box, plan what you want in here and order pizza, baby." he'd say with just pure love in his eyes before going onto both knees in front of you and holding your hips "Because Baby Evans needs to get strong." and you'd just burst into tears right there.

You'd sit down on the floor and start looking through the books together, talking about marrying a little sooner, your fears, your ideas for the room, names, public announcements, milestone ideas. You'd start crying every time he'd say "Baby Evans" or "Little Bean" or something. Hormoooones.

Also: "Now nobody can judge me for my big appetite anymore." "Or your giant sweet tooth." "I feel called out!" "Blame it on the baby." "Believe me I will. It's gonna be just like me when it's here. Constantly eating." "Two of those in my house. Can't wait for those food fights in a few years." You: *starts crying again*

You'd take at least one mirror picture per week. You'd tell your parents the following week. You'd tell all of your friends after inviting them over for a get-together. You'd announce it at the beginning of the fourth month with something Captain America themed. You'd plan the best wedding ever and marry in your early sixth month. You'd find out it's a girl and he'd be so over the moon to have a little princess that he could take to Disneyland all the time and dress up with. You'd make the room peachy orange-pink themed on one wall and have like a photo tapestry of clouds in that color on the other one. You'd get all the cute baby stuff over the time. You would do some rad maternity pictures that the internet would probably go crazy over. He'd push you to go and get facials and shit to relax cause he's a good husband. You'd learn about all birth stuff together, go to a pregnancy sports class cause why not.

He'd be relatively chill about the whole birth experience probably. He'd just read up on a lot of things and stuff. He'd get you all the weird things you crave, massage you all the time. Hold you when your hormones would go crazy.

Baby Evans would probably come late and doctors would want you to try natural things to start contractions so you would just dance through a hospital room and film it for the world later on. He'd be so sweet all throughout the actual pain and shit and you'd literally almost break his finger to be honest.

And the moment he hears a baby cry you just see his face switch. Like an actual "I'm dad"-switch.

He would go with them while they do all the first stuff with the baby and then you'd get it onto your chest and big hug moment and exhaustion.

While you would be sleeping he'd hold her and sit with her in the chair beside your hospital bed. You'd wake up every now and then and see him staring at her with sparkly eyes and count her fingers.

*mini sneeze* "Bless you, my little Princess." *mini sneeze again* "Don't look at me like that with your big cute eyes, I didn't make it tickle, baby girl."

You'd name her Amelia Jillian Evans. He'd be super good at changing diapers while you were still laying in pain. You'd take her home two days later dressed in a Captain America body. Obviously posting the news online then.

The first weeks would be exhausting but his family would help where they could with making your life easier. He was on Baby Workout duty since the little bean needed to learn how to turn around by herself and he would be so proud every time she did it. When she started being able to recognize you and started laughing he was just constantly carrying her around when you didn't have a grasp on her. She was definitely going to be a daddy's girl

When she starts crawling he's the first one to see it since it happens while he's laying with her on the ground and you were in the kitchen making food. "She just crawled!" he'd yell. You'd come running with a proud smile. "Show Mama what an independent girl you are Amy." She'd laugh and crawl a little more and you’d melt so damn much.

You'd raise her bilingual, and he's walking in on you both a lot when you talk German and understands nothing. But he tries to learn it a bit at least. "Are you two gossiping about daddy?" he'd touch her nose before giving you a kiss.

She'd grab his beard all the time and giggle and that would be his favorite thing ever.

As soon as she starts drinking from bottles he just takes her to the gym with her sometimes on days he knows it's almost empty and he doesn't have big weights. He just has the crawling blanket, toys and her bottle with him and just working out.

One day she would just look at him while he's doing push-ups with her right under his face to make her laugh and for his own motivation and she'd just laugh up at him and say "Dada" and he just stop in the middle of the push up with a jaw-dropping smile and say "Am I your Dada?" And she'd just giggle more and grab his beard again and say "Dada" before making one of those happy “baby moves all limbs at once”-dances on her back.

He'd drive home and burst in with her on his arm and you'd be confused and he'd be like totally in shook still "She said Dada." And right at that moment, she would say it again and you would melt.  And he would point towards you "Mama." "Mmm...ma." You'd giggle, "Close enough."

You would start seeing her pulling herself up on your furniture and from her baby bed and one morning just be like "If you also get to see her walk before I see it I'm suing." and he'd chuckle and continue drinking his coffee while you made airplanes of applesauce into her mouth.

You'd hold her hands and helped her walk forwards slowly while he was the goal they wanted to reach. You did that for a couple of weeks now and you gave her less and less hold over time and today you let her go completely and she walked three steps before landing on her behind. A few weeks later you were holding her hands one each and went for a walk completely proud of your little bean. "Mama?" She looked up at you and let go of Chris' hand completely and held her arms up so you picked her up. "Amelia?" you'd answer. "Müde." she'd say. Her first German word outside of the basics and you'd be over the moon smiling over at your husband that had a questioning smile on his face and you mouthed 'tired' while she laid her head on your shoulder.

By the way: Dodger would be protective and super chill around her. From the moment she came home the first time. He never nudged her, always just smelled and let her grab him sometimes even if it was uncomfy for him.

He would always be up to play with her over the next two-three years until she had her first big detachment phase. "Do you wanna play, Amy?" "No." and his eyes would be proud but also ouch.

She'd walk around in a princess dress and with a toy car most of the time and went to kindergarten a few days per week.

"Honey?" He'd say one evening hugging you from behind while you were cooking. "Hmm?" you'd smile at him. "I want another one." he'd mumble. "Are you sure?" you answered, "We still don't have our sleeping pattern back to normal." "I want her to have a sibling," he said kissing your neck. "Let's talk about that after bedtime, okay?" You'd say squeezing his hand.

By now she spoke both languages with both of you and Chris really needed to get his German game up. "Daddy?" "Yes, princess?" "Liest du mir Buch?" and in that moment, he knew...his child was more intelligent than him lmao. "She wants you to read her a book." you'd say from the next room. "Which one?" She'd pull out an easy German one but damn was it hard for him to pronounce it right.  You'd stand in the door frame proudly smiling at them.

The weeks after that you let her do a lot of sleepovers at friends. Was it a cover-up to get pregnant again? Yup.

And like three months later you both sat there together on the living room table waiting for the test. 5 minutes could be so fucking long. When you turned the test around and the second pink line was there he jumped up and almost threw you into the air. "You better pray to my vajayjay from now on," you'd joke. "Believe me. Already been doing that every day." he'd be like serious but also chuckling and you'd just hug so tight and squeak.

After going to the doc you would just send the ultrasound picture around with DJ Khaled's "Another One" over it. Cause you both are dorks like that. "Please stay Amy's rock, okay? I don't want her to feel left out when her sibling comes."

You'd both tell her that she'll get a sibling and she was jumping around and holding her hand on your Belly all the time.   You'd find out it's another girl. "Oh lord, three of them?" Would be Chris' reaction after the doc says it and a chuckle goes through the room. "A lot of food we need to have at all times." you'd laugh.

She would find it so fascinating how the belly moved. "When does my sister come?" she'd ask almost every day.

You'd have a trip to Disneyland together with her in a Cinderella dress and a Captain America Helmet. She was proud to have a superhero daddy. And it was good for paparazzi to not see her completely on pictures. She still couldn't hold the Shield tho. It was still like two thirds of her size.

You'd all eat so much in all the places there and he'd get her anything princess-like. "What do heroes eat, daddy?" "Whatever they want. Just like princesses." "But princesses only eat special food." "A princess can also eat a burger if she wants one, right honey?" he'd look at you. "Yes. Princesses and heroes both can eat whatever they want. It's super important to listen to what your belly wants, Amy." "What does your belly want, Mama?" "Two cheeseburgers, a salad, and ice cream." you deadpan and Chris would giggle.

He'd probably put a dress on himself just for her to see, that gender roles are shit. And school will shake that for her but he will make sure she knows that she can love 'masculine' things like cars, tech & science.

She'd probably be super good at math but also start drawing and writing early. You both would probably put her into a dance class but also let her try a sport that's a bit more like Taekwondo.

If she would feel in any way threatened she would use what she learned and say "You better stop. My dad is a superhero and he will kick your behind if you don't stop."

Your 6/7 yo daughter would kick ass so hard. Promise.

Then the little sister would come and she would be old enough to hold her and all that. You both had asked her for a name she liked and took that as a second name for the little sister. This one was more of a mommy's child.

Her name would be Chloe Jordan Evans and after the birth, you would be "You won't get more," to Chris completely exhausted.

You had already talked about not wanting more children after that but the steps of growing up were so much cooler now that a bigger sister could watch all of them happen.

You decided to raise this one on bottles mainly which made sleep a bit easier for you both since you didn't need to be awake for it every time.

Amelia & Chloe would not be revenge siblings as soon as Chloe could walk and talk. They were close and Amelia was very thoughtful and definitely into sports and science while also loving pink and stuff.

Chloe would be more of a singer and would love makeup and dressing up. She wanted to learn more about her daddy's job pretty early on and loved coming to little events of Chris' management. She was super extroverted and loved being around people.

But she still was super focussed on you with everything else. A mom's child.

She'd cook with you, play video games with you and loved going on walks when Chris was gone filming and Amy at elementary school.

She also was obsessed with Daddy dressing up. The shield was her goal. He always told her she is too small for it so her big goal was growing faster. The first time he let her wear it was with his friends being over and Seb or someone just being like "Just let her. I'm sure she is responsible enough to keep it safe, right Chloe?" And a heavy nod would come back. The shield went from her shoulders to under her knees and was clipped to her back. All the men in the room were just smiling at her. She definitely had the attention of the room as soon as she came in. She'd run around with the Shield on her back and a Nerf Gun and shoot all the men with the soft little things and they played dead. When you walked in you looked around confused but then she jumped out of her corner and pointed the Nerf Gun at you which made you put your hands up. "Miss? I need to arrest you." And you'd play into it and internally smile at 1. The shield on her back. 2. How good she was at this.

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #327

starting to run outta steam... haha.

What design is on your shower curtain? It doesn't have one. Did you get in trouble for cussing on accident when you were a kid? Ha ha yeah, for yelling "HOLY SHIT!" once, lmao. Ever made a snow angel? Yeah. Do you laugh at racial jokes? Absolutley not. What’s the highest you can count in a different language? 999, in German. How’s your flirting skills? I wouldn't know, ask those I've flirted with. Have you ever cried over a breakup? For a whole year and then some. I still have episodes. What does your dream life look like? Living isolated in the woods by a river and waterfall with a fantastic spouse, me being a very successful photographer and at least somewhat above *just* financially "stable," maybe having at least one poem published, lots of pets (mostly snakes), plenty of travel opportunities (mostly for photography), being free of my social anxiety and actually being reasonably confident, back in great physical shape... I'm really daydreaming now. What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t? bleh Where did you meet your current or last significant other? YouTube, back when it was a much more social platform. Do you enjoy wine? No, it's way too bitter. What did you last ask your parents permission for? I asked Mom if I could snack on some chocolate chips she was saving for fudge (since Christmastime...). She was fine with it. Periods are fun. Do you get annoyed when you hear babies crying? I shouldn't, but I do. Me and babies just don't mix. Why were you in a waiting room the last time? I was at a doctor's appointment. What’s your lawyer’s name? I don’t have one. Do you own a lot of scarves? I don't think I own any... Would you ever get a face tattoo? I doubt it, but maybe something very small and subtle. Are your expecting anything in the mail? No. What would you like to see out of your window everyday instead of what you see now? Nature. The woods. Would you rather have a house exterior made from wood, brick, or stucco? Aesthetically, wood, but I don't support the continuation of wood housing in a society where we have many other options that don't harm the environment as much. So, realistically, brick. What is your favorite breakfast? Cinnamon rolls. Do you own a diamond ring? No. Have you ever stripped? No. Do you remember the last movie you saw while on a date? IT with Girt. Whose house did you last sleep over at? Sara's. Yes or no: foreplay? Lmao who the fuck does it w/o foreplay first. Would you ever record you having sex? No fucking way. Something nobody’d ever guess about you? I used to be in great shape. Would you like to be a journalist? I actually wouldn't mind it. It was almost my minor the last time I was in college, actually, but the required courses were a no-no for me. Last year for school, we had an assignment where we had to choose a popular song to write a story based on. What song would you’ve picked? I don't know popular songs, so I'm picking any song. Off the top of my head, given my love for dark and morbid shit, maybe "Voyeur" by Otep. That song is messed up as fuck. No, it's actually not about sex, 'cuz I ain't interested in writing about that. Did the vacuum scare you as a child? I don't think it did. Do you have a long driveway? No, it's actually very short. Have you ever begged someone to stay with you? Oh yes. Are you friends with anyone missing one of their five senses? Not to my knowledge. Are you good at Pac Man? I'm no better than anyone else. Do you have an embarrassing period story? If so, what is it? No. Have you ever gotten high off a prescription medication? No. Do you prefer tampons or pads? Tampons. Pads are mega uncomf. How old were you when your parents talked to you about puberty? I don't know, actually. What stereotype do you fit the most? Geek, maybe? Emo? Idk. If you’re a worshipper, how do you worship? I don't worship anything. What’s your favorite pain reliever? Advil. Do you have a lot of people blocked on Facebook? Not a lot, no. Does your father have facial hair? Yes. Have you ever had a hamster? Yeah, we went through a few. All of 'em were evil. Grape or strawberry jelly? Absolutely grape. What language would you most like to know fluently? German. Do you remember the last song you slow danced to? "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin. Do you plan on having alcohol at your wedding? I don't know. Do you have an idea of who you might kiss next? I know who I WANT to kiss next, but that doesn't mean it'll happen. I hate psychic questions. Who’s the most controlling person you know? She's not in my life anymore. Do you own a microphone? No. Do you enjoy trailers at the cinema? I do. Name a pet you definitely wouldn’t want. A centipede, to name one. I've gotten more into the idea of owning invertebrates, and centipedes are in that hobby, but they creep me the fuck out. They're cool to watch, but I don't want one in my house. Do you have a picture of you throwing up the peace sign? Yeah, it's actually one of my favorite pictures of me without makeup. Has a very "me" vibe. Do you enjoy romantic movies, even when they’re cliche? Ha, yeah. Can you tell the difference between a Scottish and an Irish accent? Nope. Can you read music? Probably not anymore. Ever sang someone to sleep? No. What is the movie that you have waited the longest for/which film do you remember anticipating the most/are still anticipating? Finding Dory takes the cake. What is something that an interested guy/girl could comment about you, that would make you instantly open to them (e.g., “That book you’re reading is from my favorite author”)? If you compliment my Markiplier tattoo because you get it, we are immediately family. Out of all your usernames for websites, which one is your favorite? Do you use it for more than one site? Ozzkat. I use it essentially everywhere. Have you ever spent the whole day (or multiple days) just looking up one thing on the internet (e.g., videos of your favorite band, how-to videos, quizzes, etc.)? HA, way more than once. Hyperfixation is a friend of mine. Bow ties on guys, dorky or adorable? C U T E ! ! ! What are your thoughts on mini-skirts or mini-dresses? ALSO C U T E ! ! ! Have you ever died in one of your dreams? Yes. What appliance in your kitchen do you use the most often? The microwave. Do you use Skype to talk to your friends? Sara, yes. And Sam once in a blue moon if we're playing WoW together. Are you allergic to any animals? No. Have you ever had to go to the police department? No. Have you ever been called bipolar? Well yes, because I am. Have you ever made fun of a handicapped person? Hell no, and fuck you if you ever have. If a necklace/ring gives you green marks, do you still wear it? No. Have you ever had food poisoning? I don't think so, no. Favorite emoticon? Probably c: Do any emoticons annoy you? No, but an excessive amount of them I find disruptive to whatever I'm reading. Do you think there will be a WWIII? Yup, someday. Has anyone ever asked you if you were emo? Yeah, back in high school. The most interesting thing that’s ever happened to you at a grocery store? I dunno. Probably running into someone unexpected. Do you have any good book ideas? Having written RP since I was 10 years old... I could by now write a dozen dictionary-sized novels encompassing what I think are the greatest storylines. I genuinely do believe there's some fantastic stuff we've got, but there's just too many horribly dark and twisted parts in the evil mobs that I am not comfortable publishing. Are you gonna see Cars 2? Well, this is old. I never even saw the first one. In all honesty, can a person be too nice? Yep. *points at Weed from GDW* Have you ever posted a video onto YouTube? Yeah, mostly "meerkat music videos," I guess you could say. Some tributes to certain MM characters, others just music with meerkat clips. How often do you compliment other people? I try to any time I have a sincere one. I am very much for complimenting people openly and often. The Legend of Zelda series: Twilight Princess or Ocarina of Time? I'm not a fan of the franchise, honestly. Never got the hype. Do you even game at all? Most certainly, but not nearly as much as I used to... You can only replay old games but so many times before you just can't anymore. And the "newest" console I have is the original Wii, so... I definitely don't have the modern equipment. Would you give Zumba dance lessons a try if presented the opportunity? Probably not. Definitely not while my legs are in such bad shape; the dancing is pretty intense and would seriously hurt. I could easily imagine myself fainting. Do you own a rosary? No, but I did in my Catholic-raised childhood. Do you like Adult Swim? No. Sorry excuses for humor everywhere. What’s the first thing you do when you get on the computer? Do a quick check on KM just to ensure everything's in order. What’s one thing that you just wish you could do all of your life? Not have to pay bills, haha. If someone asks for your honest opinion, do you give it? Yes, if they emphasize they really want honesty. When was the last time you felt uninformed or out of the loop? Apparently some politician (I think) died recently and people practically rejoiced on Facebook. I knew zip about him. When in a car, where do you like to sit? Passenger seat/shotgun. Have you ever fought with a good friend over something completely stupid? Oh, absolutely. There have been plenty of RP-related arguments with multiple people... In the big picture, it's laughable to fight over a game, but when you're so invested in your own creations, in the moment, it can seem like a big issue. Those drama days are long behind me now. Would you ever visit a third-world country? I don't think so, no. It would shatter my heart, especially seeing children in poverty. Are you the type that’s too ashamed to ask for or use directions? No. You overhear two people gossiping about you; what do you do? Probably call over something like, "I'm not deaf, you know." I highly doubt I'd sit there with my mouth shut. Have you ever felt manipulated? Yes. If you were homeless, how would you cope? If I was truly, entirely homeless, quite honestly, I'm almost positive I'd kill myself. Have you ever done something just to fit in? Yeah. When was the last time you tried to impress someone, for whatever reason? I'm not sure, but I've certainly done it at one point or another. Do you think that the world could function in a state of anarchy? Definitely not. How well do you know your U.S. [or your country’s] history? I mean, I know the bare bones of it, but I'm far from well-versed in history. It was one of my weak subjects in school. Would you ever wish to move to another country? I'm not kidding when I say if it weren't for family, I would probably move to Canada. What is something that you do that others might consider “nerdy”? The way I write, particularly for academic purposes. I'm very descriptive and have an exceptionally large vocabulary. Have you ever had anything expensive stolen from you? Not from me specifically, but our basketball hoop was stolen from my childhood home. I doubt it was very cheap. Do you understand/notice when someone’s using sarcasm? Usually, anyway. When was the last time you were fooled? HAHA there was this drama video suggested to me on YouTube that involved Mark in the title, and I was mega confused and inevitably clicked. Now it's basically a YouTube meme just how "perfect" Mark is, so there was no real drama; apparently some newer fans are just upset at him for playing the sequel to HuniePop, a very sexual puzzle/dating game that's honestly entertaining and can be really funny. Like... he's played the original and despite the discomfort of some scenes (which are censored, mind you), he still had fun, and it was a big hit on his channel. So him playing the sequel isn't surprising, but apparently some people got shit to say. What first Impression do you hope you make with other people? Something along the lines of "wow, she's very nice." Have you ever thought about how you make other people feel/think? Well of course. I think everyone should take time to consider this. What is your stance on getting revenge? A petty waste of time. Any wise/truthful/witty quotes that you live by? Ha, another Mark answer. He once gave the casual innuendo of, "Life's hard; shouldn't you be, too?" (this might have actually been in a HuniePop video!), but when you take the... uh... sexual theme out of it, it's a good way to look at life???? Have tough skin, unmoving willpower, y'know, that stuff. Who was the last person you sat beside at a restaurant? My sister Ashley. Spongebob or Patrick? Patrick is a whole-ass mood. Would you rather watch little kid’s cartoons, older kid’s cartoons, or adult cartoons? Hm. Probably little kid's, given my love for Pokemon. How about watching regular cartoons or anime? Anime. Who is the last person you spent money on? Myself. Do you own a copy of Roller Coaster Tycoon? No; I had SeaWold Tycoon instead. I loved that game. Do you have any birth marks in embarrassing places? No. Have you used Limewire before? Of course. Free music for the low price of a catastrophic virus. :^) When was the last time you required a band-aid? I think when I cut one of my toenails way too short. Are you afraid of snakes? Oh no! I adore them so, so very much. Not saying I'm gonna go scoop up the first copperhead I find herping or something, but I love and respect them so very much. They are such fascinating animals. If you believe in reincarnation, what animal would you want to become? I don't think I believe in reincarnation, but hypothetically, maybe a lioness. Who do you tell everything to? Pretty much whoever reads these surveys, haha. Did you have candles on your birthday cake? Not my most recent one. Exactly, how old are you? I just turned 25 years and one month old. Have you ever been bitten by anything? Besides bugs, I don't think so. I've had cats and dogs playfight with me, but none have ever seriously bitten me with actual effort. Do you wear hats? No. What was the last song you sang along to? "Lunchbox" by Marilyn Manson. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years time? I'd like to be, but idk if it's realistic.

#survey #surveys #questions

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Clarke Griffin Modern AU

Reposting from my Instagram @allthings_.books

• Almost all the Clarke AU’s I read have her as a doctor – but I prefer thinking of her as an artist. I feel like yeah, ofc we saw her as a medic on the ground but that’s because she was the only one out of the 100 with the knowledge and background. And on the ark it’s not like artists were needed – she was the daughter of the head medic so it was her natural root. But that doesn’t mean it was a passion.

• But she definitely volunteered at hospitals in her spare time.

• she started out doing a med degree because that was what Abby wanted, and at the time she thought it was what she wanted to. But as she grew up and experienced life outside of the Griffin household she realised art was what she wanted to pursue. So she decided to major in it, and that’s when her mum stopped talking to her. She ended up finishing her medical degree to, because she only had two years left and did enjoy learning everything.

• So if you want to get a rough idea about how I imagine her life to be, maybe picture Lorelai Gilmore – but her incentive to leave wasn’t because of a baby but her degree.

• Coming to how she met everyone. I think during her childhood, she only had Wells as a friend, but then Jaha moved out of their small town and she lost Wells when she was in highschool (they reconnected when she moved out, and he would come to meet her whenever he could and vise versa because GUESS WHAT, no one dies in my world.).

• except Jake, idk I just can’t imagine her dad being alive in my world and her still doing half the things I write. So yeah, he died in a car crash in my head when she was in highschool.

• Throughout highschool she had friends but no one she could depend on. You know the whole ‘we will walk together to the washrooms and sit at the same table, but god forbid we share any valid life detail.’

• Then one night she went to New York to look at universities, and met Murphy at a bar. He was about to get his ass beat but she helped him out and they ended up getting drunk and he let her crash at his apartment.

• Idk I like the idea of her meeting Murphy first.

• She went back home the next day and forgot all about that night.

• So then she gets accepted into university, and for the first few years is doing her med degree, but lives at home and barely interacts with anyone.

• Then when she decides to do an art degree, she gets into a fight with her mother, and ends up moving out and into a dorm.

• THEN she meets Jasper, Monty and Octavia who go to the same university – but she never saw before because they obviously werent in the same department as her and Clarke never hung around the university.

• They helped her settle into the independent life and get her own space and through them she met Raven, Bellamy and everyone else.

• She ofc saw Murphy with them as well and they hit it off again

• Okay now random headcanons that I thought of.

• I can only picture her in like a studio apartment, with BIG windows, a huge living room space. Wood and neutral colours. One bedroom, and a small kitchen that’s apart of the living room.

• And her work EVERYWHERE. She would paint and decorate all her furniture. Design all her pillow covers. She was an artist and proud of it.

• Her living room is her art studio, and has easels and paint and canvas’ everywhere.

• Definitely a night owl™.

• TERRIBLE puns and knock knock jokes.

• Plus she has terrible joke timing.

• But she got really excited when she told a joke so everyone laughed anyway.

• She was ALWAYS cold. Always. Her feet were like ice cubes. But she never wore shoes because they annoyed her feet. And she wouldn’t turn up the heat because it ruined her ‘vibe™’

• big snacker, she’d be the one with all the unbranded, weird ass snacks in her cupboard like idk squirrel shaped onion rings or whatever. Basically my girl took full advantage of the freedom she got after leaving Abbitch.

• But she was always forgetting to eat actual m e a l s.

• sleep schedule? I think the fuck not. The sun came up and went down it was all the same to her.

• She loved animals, especially dogs – but didn’t trust herself to take care of one. Neither did Wells, not after her fourth grade Hamster™.

• She would research about the most random things, just so she was always prepared and well informed for a Debate (Heated Argument*) at anytime.

• Loved board and card games. And was super competitive which goes without saying. She was an UnO chaMp™.

• A tumblr girl™ – either you know what I mean or you don’t. Like yeah she had all the socials – her private school friends back home made them for her. But she didn’t know their usernames or passwords. Her instagram bio still her highschool name in it. But then she could spend hours on tumblr because they were Her People™.

• Loved painting her clothes. Especially her socks. All her socks had her favourite characters on them, ranging from the Bananas in Pajamas and Pippi Longstocking to Monica in FRIENDS.

• Speaking of characters. She had two extremes while watching shows – either she would immerse herself fully in them, analysising every character development, researching every plot hole, ranting about every character on tumblr, or she wouldn’t watch it at all. No in betweens here maam.

• She loved crime shows, and would try and guess the end result before the episode ended.

• Also loved rewatching movies and commenting about how dumb everyone was.

• Physically incapable of turning down a dare ?? rumour has it she’d break out in hives if she did.

• Like she was sensible and practical, she had to be after leaving home when she was like 19 (idk im not good with working out ages) and the only money she had was the cash her dad left her, because Abby is a bitch and cut her off. The money was enough to pay for her art degree (Abby had already taken care of the medical one) – anyways getting off topic.

• Basically she was smart and sensible but say the word Dare™ and she would bunjy jump from her flats window..

• Claustrophobic. Good thing her apartment had that window, huh? (I just really like the idea of Clarke painting in front of a big ass window with the view of New York beneath her. It’s my whole brand rn)

• Coming back to apartments, poor thing never learnt how to lock a door. She was always leaving her door open, and Bellamy (look I have so many Modern Bellarke AU’s but Im running out of room so i’ll give us all just one) would come in with food (because her friends had to feed her if she wouldn’t herself.) and have to shout at her.

• She just kept loosing her keys under her shit so it was either leaving the door open or being locked out all night.

• So ofc, she left the door open.

• had a pillow army™. The fluffy ones, ones shaped as penguins, and doughnuts and various other food items. You couldn’t see much bed, all it was was pillows.

• Her life goal after moving out of her mums and getting an apartment was to keep one (1) potted plant alive (‘that cactus was fa u l t y’)

• has a really old tattered leather journal that was filled with sketches and ideas and reminders she would never remember to check.

• S t i c k y n o t e s on fridges kinda girl™. But all her friends were convinced it was because they looked pretty, because it’s not like she ever CHECKED what she wrote.

• She loved those honk if you’re __ stickers. she’d constantly switch the one on her jeep. (YES the jeep made it into my headcanons, don’t fight it)

• was a ‘blast your music loud and proud kind of girl’

• indie music when she was worked, or painting something that required concentration and a steady hand. Rock when she was jamming out and cooking

• speaking of cooking, my girl can’t cook, okay?. She was a master at breakfast foods and could whip up pancakes that tasted like fairy dust but that was I T.

• because yes, she would follow recipes. To begin with at least. But halfway through she would get bored and *merge* steps and it would all just be a mess.

• She drunk dialed Abby once and said ‘no mum, i’m giving up YOUR dreams’ because she would be damned if she couldn’t live out her Disney fairytale when the opportunity was r i g h t there.

• As for work, she had a part time job in the book store near her flat at night. In the day she would paint, and a lot of her work sold for top dollar. Her parents circle were her first few clients, and as they spread the word she found her career taking off.

• She hated being still and not doing something. So when she wasn’t painting, or hanging out with her friends, or at work, she would volunteer at the local hospital.

• But no matter how hard they tried to get her to actually w o r k there, she wouldn’t.

But like, she would also *volunteer* all night if need be, and all the staff treated her like she was actually working there idk lol this probably makes no sense but it’s clear in my head and I love it.

• The Delinquents (yeah, they call themselves that. Octavia is a softhearted rebel™) always ended up crashing at her apartment (because her door was always unlocked) and she loved painting them while they had movie night together, or stayed up late baking.

• All their apartments were full of paintings she did from their time together that they liked.

• OH THEY DEFINITELY WATCHED THE VOICE OR AMERICAN IDOL OR S O M E T H I N G LIKE THAT TOGETHER –

• wait I can see this so clearly. NONE of them could sing except Harper

• but that didn’t stop them from rating everyone elses voices and shouting at the judges for their decisions.

• now I am having group flashes oop -

#clarke griffin #the 100 #the 100 au #clarke griffin au #clarke griffin modern au #basically angstless clarke #a concept we all need #i have SO many more ideas #like all their friendships and shit #my headcanons arent e n d i n g

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Are there any trans Kylo fics out there? I feel as if it's all only trans hux this or feminized hux that...

I think there is indeed more trans Hux than trans Kylo out there, but I still managed to find some. Beware that I haven’t read most of the fics and therefore cannot say anything about their content. I also recommend of course you read the autor’s warnings;)

Trans Kylo Art

https://croatomunchi.tumblr.com/post/142969291522/would-u-ever-draw-like-hux-and-trans-kylo - croatomunchi

http://artllama.tumblr.com/post/146236116396/i-did-a-transition-log-because-i-cant-not-spend - artllama

http://toiek.tumblr.com/post/141289851114/i-love-trans-kylo - toiek

http://rip-space-birdie.tumblr.com/post/141067487245/kylo-ren-is-trans-pass-it-on - rip-space-birdie

http://opens-up-4-nobody.tumblr.com/post/153044170134/stutter-iplier - opens-up-4-nobody

http://opens-up-4-nobody.tumblr.com/post/147354462721/nice - opens-up-4-nobody

http://angerydj.tumblr.com/post/169121106275 - angerydj

http://corvosfursona.tumblr.com/post/137737245113/they-fixed-him-up-but-hes-conked-and-phasma - corvosfursona

http://kiiiloren.tumblr.com/post/137138625403/coming-to-u-live-tiny-trans-padawan-ben-solo  - kiiiloren

+ There is also a blog whose name is Trans!Kylo

Trans Kylo headcanons/ideas

http://bygoneboy.tumblr.com/post/148311042452/hi-u-should-talk-abt-ur-trans-kylo-headcanons - bygoneboy

http://nbnightwing.tumblr.com/post/136272896831/anyway-ive-been-thinking-a-lot-about-trans-guy - nbnightwing

http://kremaclassii.tumblr.com/post/137459014170/whispers-more-trans-kylo-head-canons - kremaclassii

http://kiiiloren.tumblr.com/post/138435517778/ive-been-thinking-about-trans-hux-and-kylo + http://kiiiloren.tumblr.com/post/137141605853/since-leia-is-force-sensitive-imagine-her-being - kiiiloren

http://lilstarkiller.tumblr.com/post/141230802426/alright-alright-i-keep-thinking-weve-got-trans - lilstarkiller

http://generallyhorribleatlife.tumblr.com/tagged/trans%21kylo - generallyhorribleatlife

Trans Kylo Fics

“Almond”  - angry_android || Kylo likes to hang out at his local Starbucks and brood. Hux works there part-time while going to community college. Because of someone else’s sloppy handwriting, Hux accidentally calls out Kylo’s name as “Kylie,” and there is fallout. The fallout might include dating.

“pocketknife”  - angry_android || There’s a reason Kylo wears a crop top. Hux understands.

“Casanova, Fuck Me Over”  -  Anonymous || With another kiss, Hux glances up. “You promise try and keep your limbs to yourself?” Ren snorts. “I will try my best,” he says, placing his hands on the sheets, “If you promise to stick your face between my thighs sometime soon.”

“Tarine Tea and Lambro Shark”  -  armitageren || The First Order celebrates a recent victory on a luxurious planet and it’s the perfect setting for Kylo Ren and Armitage Hux’s first date. Hux struggles to survive the date with his anxiety putting him on edge because Ren doesn’t know he’s trans and he isn’t sure what that means for their future.

“all the noises (from your hateful little mouth)”  - bloomthefox || In which Kylo whines and puts off his feelings, Phasma calls it like she sees it, and Hux is a stone cold mystery. Or, the defense attorney AU that literally nobody asked for.

“care and control”  -  cracktheglasses (cormallen) ||  It’s a wide strip of dark brown leather, soft, already a bit worn at the edges, snapped shut over Ben’s wrist. It means Ben wants him. Ben needs him. He may not always be able to say it, but he means it every time he puts the cuff on, every time he puts himself into Hux’s care – I’m yours.

“juxtaposition”  - cracktheglasses (cormallen) || He hopes Hux makes it hurt. Hopes Hux is as mean and arrogant and smart here as he is everywhere else, the way Kylo tries to be.

“Changed” -   Davechicken || Kylo was sure from a young age that he wasn’t female. It’s not until he leaves home that he finds people who agree.

“Pushed”  - Davechicken || Hux has to push his boy a little, to get him through the discomfort. Kylo always appreciates it after.

“Control”  - DoctorNinjaSpy || Patience is Armitage’s most valued virtue. Sometimes, however, he falters.

“special delivery” - gonnapop || Hux had not intended to be present for this messy process. Rather, he’d imagined returning after his shift and being handed a clean, swaddled baby. But there was nothing for it now.He rolled up his sleeves.

“Heel, Beg, Speak”  - JulieCox || Emperor Hux has a new pet, and enjoys pushing him around. Kylo has secrets, and enjoys keeping them to his own damn self. But they won’t stay secrets for long.

“the Panty fic”  -  kyloskummies || Kylo and Hux are roommates. Kylo is trans and wears panties. It’s a hot day and the AC is broken. Y'all know where it goes from there.

“Bad Poet and Good Artist”  -  lovewashisname || Hux has moved schools before. He’s sure this time won’t be any different. He’ll keep to himself, make a few acquaintances, and put up with his father the best he can. But not even an hour into his first day and he’s shattered his phone, walked into a gorgeous boy, and had a very, very awkward conversation with said gorgeous boy. In other words, Hux meets the incredibly sad Ben Solo, and maybe he doesn’t want to leave this school so soon.

“Bad Poetry on Starlit Rooftops”  -  lovewashisname || Everywhere Kylo looks, high school is portrayed as either the best place you’ll ever be, or a shithole that will ruin four years of your life. For Kylo, it’s neither. High school has been a place to hide from his own body, and to get into fights every once in a while. So in one year, none of that will change, he thinks. How wrong could he be? told from Kylo’s point of view

“A Real Boy”  -  MosImagination || Ben solo is a transmale junior, he has a crush on a senior named Hux. Ben is too afraid to show off his real self, but Hux quickly accepts him. And loves him.

“Birth of a dream”  -  MosImagination || Ben solo is a transmale, hux has always wanted a child, Ben gives his body to have their child.

“Expectations”  -  MosImagination || Ben solo didn’t know what to expect coming home on Valentines Day.

“Shark in the Water”  -  SeraphicVictory || Kylo Ren was absolutely the best sailor there ever was. Or that’s what he liked people to believe anyway. In truth, he was no better than any other man at the mercy of the sea. With one fatal mistake, he and his ship were destroyed in a terrible storm, and Kylo was certain he would fall to the watery grave that most sailors met at the end. But then he wakes up to a handsome, red-headed man. His savior: The Mershark called ‘Hux’.

“Someone to come home to”  -  ShinigamiKnox || Hux is the supportive boyfriend and helps Kylo deal with his dysphoria. It was supposed to be a more serious piece of work, but I could not stop laughing at the infamous Ren quote. I’m so sorry.

“A morning at the gym”  -  SidMjkGc || Just another kind of workout.

“This Asshole”  - twinkyatta || Hux goes to a coffee shop every day, but there’s a new barista, and holy fuck does he hate him.

+ Trans Female Kylo fic

“Fate”  -  MosImagination || It was fate that they met. A beautiful transfemale Kylo ren. A handsome transmale Hux.

Trans Kylo series (of fics) 

“The Monsters We Keep”  -  AriMarris || Description: “The Monsters We Keep” is the story of Hux and Kylo, who fall in love and marry young and make many mistakes. Basically, the films rewritten through Kylo’s eyes with drastic changes. With extra one-shots thrown in the mix for fun.

“Bastards and Broken Things”  -  Bipolar_Armitage_Hux, kohoutek || No Description –> Resume of first work: A story of Armitage Hux’s childhood from the Bastards and Broken Things AU / Series.

“Caged by Monsters” (one work for now)  -  Bipolar_Armitage_Hux, kohoutek || No Description –> Resume of first work:  An introduction to the psychiatric ward AU - this is written by an actually neurodivergent person and thus there is a strong attempt to make it not remotely ableist. The “bad guys” in this are the abusive doctors and an ableist system. Hux meets Kylo Ren for the first time, or rather the other sees him in a therapy session with Dr. Brendol Hux and becomes fascinated by him.

“The Tired Raptor”  -  Kylux_TRASH || Description: “Hollywood, 1939. Amidst the glitz and the glitter of a bustling young movie talent at the height of its golden age, the Hollywood Tower Hotel was a star in its own right. A beacon for the show business elite. Now, something is about to happen that will change all that”Something did happen to change that. It happened, on October 31st, 1939, Hollywood California. Kayla-Rose and her male escort, Mr. Hux were riding in the elevator when they entered into a world unknown. They entered The Twilight Zone.

“when the lights are low”  -  transkylo (captainandor) || No Description –> Resume of first work: “Do your colleagues know how fucking possessive you are?” Kylo asks, canting his hips back, pressing into Hux’s touch as far as he can.Hux grins. “Does your mother know that you sleep with her political rivals?” Kylo’s laugh is breathy and uneven. “I don’t make a habit of it.” 

+ Trans Female Kylo series (of fic)

“She’s Just a Girl and She’s on Fire”  -   Kylo Hux (Loki_Likey_Thor_Odinson) || No Description –> Resume of first work: Hux and Phasma have been sent to a fundraiser for The First Order. Their uniforms have been changed for a smart military uniform and a glamorous ball gown. Everyone that should be here is – except for one person.Kylo Ren is absent, still on another planet, having surgery. She was supposed to be here, supposed to be on security detail for the night; Hux lost hope of seeing his girlfriend for the first time in months when he saw two Knights of Ren circling the room.

“from bby Finn to teenage heartthrob + Hux  (one work for now)  -  orphan_account || No Description –> Resume of first work: Mostly, Phasma loves her job. But sometimes, just sometimes, she really hates it. Meanwhile, Hux has a slight problem, and her name is Kylo Ren.

#here you go #hope it helps #this is of course a non exaustive list #tbh i usually do not do fic rec/lists but i had time and i didn't have it in my aus too... #if you spot any mistake don't hesitate to tell me:) #kyux #au #trans kylo au

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✤ + alyona 😘

send me ✤ + a ship and i’ll tell you… // currently accepting

who laughs when the other trips?

neither ?? i feel like alyona is 2 serious for that. when he falls she probs just looks at him like ??? get up, dude. and when alyona falls ?? well, i feel like she never falls tbh. the girl simply is too badass to fall.

who pays the bills?

definitely alyona. david doesn’t understand bills and would literally fuck them up so bad. he wouldn’t be able to do it at all, so all of that responsibility would fall on alyona’s shoulders. 

which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?

ok like, seriously, get this image of strict alyona out of my head. i definitely feel like david makes a bigger deal, primarily because he’s so goofy and not serious at all ?? he’s the one that wastes all the money on christmas lights so that he can string them EVERYWHERE, even in the bathroom. he’s just… too childish for this. he also makes alyona take pictures with him whilst wearing reindeer antlers. 

who checks their daily horoscope?

david probably. i feel like he’d be the one wrapped up in it, especially with alyona. idk what her sign is, but, like, can you imagine ?? “omg alyona, that’s so ____ of you. you’re such a _____.” and she just looks at him with the cut throat glare

who sings louder in the car?

look… tell me why i envision them listening to russian music and david WANTS to sing along, but he can’t pronounce any of the words. so he kinda just ?? encourages alyona to sing because it’ll help him learn the language better if she does. but then he starts playing some music from when he was growing up and she just ??? doesn’t like it. he’s sitting there blasting the spice girls and stuff and she just does not sing along while he SCREAMS every word. 

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?

definitely david. even tho he’s a bit of a germaphobe, he forgets SOMETIMES, and when comparing it to the number of times alyona forgets… it’s bad. alyona never forgets. you’ll never catch her slippin. 

who is more up to date in pop culture?

definitely david on this. he’s always quoting things whenever they sit around gossiping and half the time, he has to explain things to her. then alyona comes in with these very obscure references that just make david SUPER confused. like ??? “this is worse than the time rasputin was killed” and david is like “???? rasputin was real ???”

who insists on going to see the newest movies?

david honestly. but it’s super annoying because he talks during the movies. he will constantly poke at alyona’s shoulder and be like “hey, did you see that ??” and just be the most annoying piece of shit. so it gets to the point where alyona refuses to go, and if she does go, she makes him sit on the other side of the theater. 

who cries when the abused animal commercials come on?

david is the most emo dude ever, ok. like, alyona can watch them without the slightest twitch, but not david. it gets to the point where he sees the commercial, and he just excuses himself out from the room so that he can relax and just… not cry in front of her

who’s the lighter sleeper?

probably alyona ?? i can imagine that she has a hard time falling asleep. unless they stay up drinking wine, of course. then both of them can sleep perfectly fine. so… i guess neither because they always drink wine and gossip. 

who believes in ghosts?

out of the two ?? probably david. he hears a bump and he looks at alyona the way ryan looks at shane. i mean, honestly ?? they are literally ryan and shane from buzzfeed unsolved. 

who does the grocery shopping?

alyona for sure. if she trusts david with money, that’s a big mistake. imagine she did one time, but when he came back with 14 packets of those capsule sponge dinosaurs that expand underwater, ice cream, wine, and water balloons, she quickly decided that he was not to be trusted. 

who updates their facebook status more often?

can u imagine alyona being a meme ?? “doctor said i could only have one glass of wine per day…. he didn’t say how big !!” man, i feel like both of them would do shit like that. especially david, but he would be 10000000% serious. 

#answered #long post #death tw #lcudation #❝ ※ *. : ｡ → & i don’t wanna live ; but i’m too scared to die 「 development 」

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(Pst watch dead girl walking from heathers if u arent busy cuz its related to my request)so mc broke in their room from the window and she woke them and said thry aint gonna sleep tonight and she'll break them (rfa+v)

Ihave to say that I really loved this prompt. At first I was extremelyconfused by it, mainly cause I didn’t know what the heck Heatherswas, but then I googled the song and I stumbled over this animaticversion of it and it was such a great experience OMFG! I watched themovie I’d never heard of (and loved it), I watched the musical I’dnever seen before (and loved it, although the actor for JD wasn’tRyan in the recording, sadly) and listened to all the songs again andagain, singing loudly to almost all of them. If anyone wants tofangirl over Heathers, my door is wide open. Especially to those wholove the fuck out of JD, cause I sure as fuck found a new obsession.

Anyway,I had to change the prompt ever so slightly, making it more angry sexlike in the musical instead of directly translating it with the wholewindow climbing thing. To make up for it I hid almost the entire DeadGirl Walking lyrics within this prompt. One of the reasons it took meso long to write. It also got rather long…again. I have toapologize though, because you requested V, but I just couldn’timagine him in such a situation. Instead I wrote Saeran and used thisas an addition to the troublemaker prompt I posted a while ago. Sohere is || PART 2||and a link to || PART 1 ||.I really hope you enjoy.Writing smut was hard this time.

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♬Zen♬

He’d called you about amillion times and you had yet to grace him with a reply. Not ananswer, not a call, not even a quick text message to let him knowthat you were still alive. Zen was possessive and overprotective tobegin with, but since the accident a couple of months ago where he’ddramatically found out that you were running a huge drug cartel hisworries for your safety had gotten even worse. Rightly so, he likedto remind you, as it hadn’t been the last time you’d found yourselfshot or otherwise harmed. Not to mention that you alwaysrefused to go to the hospital – “Zen, honey, think about it.How the fuck am I supposed to explain why my body contains twobullets without admitting to smuggling drugs?” - which meantthe only patch-up you ever got was from yours truly and Zen was a lotof things, but not a goddamn doctor. The wounds took longer to healthan he was used to and the scars never fully faded. As an actor,who’s job depended on body, he wished you would take better care ofyours. 

Then again, it wasn’t likeyou having those kind of scars made you aesthetically unpleasing tohim. He couldn’t have cared less, if that is the only thing wrongwith out. What really bugged him was that you seemed to be growingincreasingly more reckless, scars multiplying rather quickly. Hecouldn’t keep up with it. Eventually he’d given up on receiving areply, hoping and praying that you were alright and come morning he’dfind you asleep by his side. He’d fallen asleep eventually, thoughreluctantly and fitful.

♬

“Zen, wake up”, youwhispered into his ear. You let your lips brush over the sensitiveskin behind it, watching with pleasure as the little hairs on hisnape began standing up. You chuckled lowly, pleased to see theimmediate response his body gave to you. You wrapped your arms aroundhim from behind, trailing them down his chiseled chest to the V ofhis hips and eventually dipped below the rubber band of his boxerbriefs. You smirk to yourself when just that is enough to catch Zen’sattention, making him squirm and moan lowly.

Long fingers wrappedaround his girth without further hesitation, slowly pumping the longmember into hardness. It never really took long to get Zen aroused, afact that both of you had dwelled in a lot over the years. Hisrefractory period was amazingly short and allowed you to have sexagain and again and again. His lust was truly without compare, onlyever matched by yours. When he’d called himself a beast he hadn’tlied and you were very appreciative of said fact. This time around,however, it was time for the beast in you to awake.

Once you’d felt theprecome beginning to coat your fingers you’d removed your hand,trailing it up his body and to his chest. You’d dug your nails intohis pecs, forcefully turning him onto his back and climbing on top ofhim. Zen’s eyes had jumped open, a gasp falling from his lips. Youcould tell that he was about to say something, effectively silencinghim by rolling your hips, creating sweet friction against hiserection. “Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See…I decided Imust ride you ‘till I break you.”

Zen, who’d still been halfasleep, found himself rather awake when you’d decided to free hiscock from the restriction of his underwear. He watched with wideeyes, as you lifted your skirt, pushed aside your lace panties andsank down onto his thick appendage. You hissed at his girth splittingyou up and yet didn’t stop for a second, burying him deeper inside ofyou until his entire length was nestled within your hot, tight walls.You stopped, giving yourself a moment to get used to the suddenintrusion before beginning to roll your hips languidly.

It felt good to be incontrol for once, the fact that he was naked while you were stillfully dressed adding some sort of thrill to it. At first yourmovements were slow and deliberate, allowing you to take in the sightbefore you. Zen’s eyes were half lidded and dazed, lips parted andshiny from where he’d licked them. The way he looked at you made yourblood rush faster, heating your skin pleasantly. He reached out then,resting his big hands on your hips. His fingers dug into your skinmomentarily, leaving his marks on you like you’d hoped he would.

While you rested yourhands on his chest, using that hold as leverage, his hands travelledhigher to grasp your breasts, holding them firmly as he played withyour nipples until they hardened under his admission. It was thenthat you’d decided that enough was enough, slapping away his hands.You were the one making the calls, not him. To drive that point homeyou dug your nails into his chest, making him hiss quietly, beforestarting to roll your hips with more fervour. You were using him topleasure yourself and you enjoyed it.

“P-please…”, hebegged eventually, red eyes trained only on you. You met his gaze,licking and nibbling at your bottom lip, smirking devilishly.Torturously slow you started to lift yourself off of his cock untilmerely the tip of it remain buried inside you. When you didn’t moveright away he whined, making you claw at his chest once more. Youtook mercy on him, sinking back down. This time, however, yourmovements weren’t half as slow. You started to gain in speed,practically bouncing on his erection.

Zen attempted to flip youover multiple times, but you made sure it didn’t happen untileventually he gave up, merely looking up at you with awe and arousalshining through his eyes. The pace you set was brutal, almostpunishing. You wanted to feel him, feel the sting of his girthspreading you impossibly as you buried him inside you again andagain. Once this would end and you would have to leave, you wanted tofeel him there for days to come. You could feel yourself growingcloser, reaching down to pleasure yourself while you rode yourlover.

“Fuck, Zen”, you moaned, head thrown back and eyesshut. With the added stimuli to your clit your orgasm rapidlyapproached, your movements becoming erratic on top of Zen. The soundscoming from your mouth became filthier by the minute, from mewls andwhine to low groans and screams of pleasure. Zen wasn’t unaffectedeither, as you could feel his cock jump and pulse within you,announcing his nearing orgasm as well. “I want you to come insideof me, Zen. Make me yours. Mark me from within.”You’d neverdone it without a condom – you becoming pregnant the last thingeither of you could afford – but now you didn’t care. You wereabout to die anyway, so might as well make the best of it. A couplemore strokes to your hardened sex and you came, calling out yourlovers name as your walls tightened impossibly around his erection.Zen followed soon after, a mere handful of thrusts upwards as heburied himself inside you one last time before spilling his hot seed.Both of you were exhausted, shaking through our overwhelming orgasm.

You collapsed next to theother, both of you panting as you lay side by side. “Damn, thisscreams for a post-orgasm cig”, Zen said, chuckling. You smirked,snorting out a chuckle before reaching out for the nightstand,fiddling for a moment, before handing Zen a lighter and a cigarette.Only then did his smile fall, his head turning to look at youproperly. “Something is going to happen, isn’t it.” You didn’tmeet his eye, a sad smile curling around your lips. “Don’t worryabout me, babe. I’m just your usual dead girl stillwalking.”

★Yoosung★

Once you’d admitted toyour special activities, it had been rather hard for Yoosungto go about even the most mundane of things. He was constantlyreminded of the day you’d killed a man right before his eyes, cut himup like it was nothing. Whenever he thought he was somewhat over it –the fact that he even considered getting over it was crazy –pictured began to flash in his mind. So much blood and he hadn’t evenaverted his gaze. Yoosung only noticed that he’d gotten lost in histhoughts when the cashier cleared her throat loudly.Heblushed and quickly paid for everything and pushed his cart along.Walking home with the groceries his mind drifted off once more.Suddenly everything you did seemed so much heavier than it didbefore. All the times you’d talked about going for drinks with yourfriends or having to stay late for work…all he could think aboutwas whether you were actually killing someone instead. Those weren’tthe things that bothered him the most, though. What really got toYoosung was the fact that…he didn’t really mind?When hecame home you weren’t there yet, so he put away the groceries andlaid down on the coach, arms crossed behind his head as he stared atthe ceiling. He’d been shocked at first, like every normal personwould, but now he didn’t even flinch when you told him about yournewest kill. He never told anyone. Never called the police. In fact,on more than one occasion he’d found himself anticipating the nextstory. He’d gotten addicted to the thrill like you’d anticipated himto. Had you had more time, you were sure he would have joined youeventually.

★

When you got home,slightly out of breath and with a racing heart you’d found yourhusband napping on the couch, Some of the stress had melted away atthe adorable sigh, a soft smile appearing. In a world filled with somuch hate and filth he was like your safe haven. Everything about himwas innocent, sweet and pure and whatever worry you had melted awaywhen greeted by such a sight. Or it usually did. This time, however,things were a little grimmer. This time you needed something else tocheer you up.

You made your way to thecouch, rather impure thoughts on your mind. You would have feltguilty any other time, but not this time. Instead you kneeled beforethe couch, carefully massaging your husband through his pants,feeling the outline of his cock harden under your admission. Asomewhat high pitched groan fell from Yoosungs lips as his eyesfluttered open. He rubbed at them, still obviously disoriented, untilhe finally noticed you on your knees beside him. Yoosung instantlyjumped into a sitting position, just the way you’d hoped he would.

Hisface heated horribly as he scrambled to cover his erection with apillow. You had to bite your lip not to laugh, smiling at howdevastatingly adorable Yoosung was. “Don’t be shy, honey. I wantto”, you assured him. You wrapped your hand around his wrist,tracing the vein with your thumb as you pushed his hand away toremove the pillow. As you began unzipping his pants, still feelinghim up through the fabric, you could feel the twitch of his dickunder your palm and it only fed into your hunger for the man.

Youmade a quick job of removing his clothes, no patience or time totease or any finesse. You wanted his dick inside your mouth asap.Once Yoosungs tighty-whities had joined his jeans around his anklesyou’d smirked up at the other, hungrily licking your lips. Yoosungseyes widened and he swallowed loudly. You grasped the base of hiscock, pumping it steadily while licking along the underside of hiscock, paying special attention to the prominent vein that always madehim mewl when licked and sucked at.

GettingYoosung off with your mouth had always been the easiest of things foryou. At first you merely sucked at his head, twirling your tonguearound it, making Yoosung groan and relax under your touch beforereleasing it with a filthy popping, leaving him to plead. Only thendid you wrap your lips around his cock, slowly inching lower untilthey were nestled around his entire shaft. At first you would merelysuck before bobbing your head, moaning around him to send vibrationsup his erection, cock twitching within your mouth.

Afterthat it didn’t take much longer for Yoosung to come. The second hishead hit the back of your throat it usually overwhelmed him. Beingcompletely settled in the wet heat of your mouth was all it took forhim to spill his hot seed down your awaiting throat. You swallowedevery last drop, pulling off to lick his cock as well as your lipsclean, humming in appreciation. Usually you would have let him enjoythe buzz for a while longer, but not this time around. You had otherplans as you got up and rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Geton all fours”, you demanded and Yoosung instantly obeyed. “Sucha good boy.” You brushed through his unruly, blond hair, caressinghim. He looked at you with his big eyes before pushing up your pencilskirt and removing your barely there underwear. He licked at yourfolds, hesitant at first until your grip on his hair tightened. “Kissthis dead girl walking!”He sat up a little, hands coming to rest on your thighs for betterleverage. He began licking at your folds hungrily, tongue worming itsway into your core.

Youclosed your eyes, focusing on Yoosung’s tongue moving inside you, hisnose brushing against your clit with every other lick. You started togrind your hips onto his mouth just the slightest bit, taking fullcontrol over your own pleasure by doing so. You weren’t the only oneenjoying themselves, however. Yoosung groaned against your sex andhis cock jumped every time you rolled your hips or gripped his headtighter to guide his head the way you wanted to. “God, you’re sucha good boy, honey. Beautiful”, you praised.

Youwatched in awe as his cheeks reddened even further, beads of pre-comegathering at the tip of his cock once more. He was getting off onthis as much as you were! Your grip tightened once more and youripped him away from you, causing Yoosung to hiss. Your juices werecovering his mouth, swollen and glistening. Without having so sayanything Yoosung understood. Something had happened. His firstinstinct was to protect you, but before he could voice that thoughthe was once more guided back to your dripping cunt.

“Idon’t have to stay and let them catch me. I could change my name andmove to Geoje”, you said as his lips closed around your clit. Hesucked at it and you moaned. “But I don’t really want to leave sohere’s something I’d like to achieve: Spend those thirty hoursgettin’ freaky!” And that you did. You began practically ridinghis tongue and lips, your orgasm approaching quickly. Not that youhad any intention of stopping after just one. If this was really yourlast night together, and you feared as much, you neither of you wouldspend it sleeping.

Hisskilled, little tongue was still swirling your hardened nub whensuddenly two of his fingers pushed inside you. The intrusion camewithout warned and you gasped as another sensation was added to themix. He crooked his fingers and began fingering you, hitting all theright places within you. You began panting uncontrollable as pleasureoverwhelmed you, an intense orgasm making you weak in the knees. Helicked you through it until you pulled him up, kissing him hungrily.The kiss was messy, wet ans filthy and exactly what you had in mind.

♨Jaehee♨

From the moment Nam hadappeared at your shared apartment things had become rather tense. Notonly for Jaehee but you as well. You knew better than to think hewould leave you in peace like that. Now that he was more or lesspermanently out of prison his first order would be to collect whatwas his; namely money, drugs and you. You tried to hide such thoughtsfrom Jaehee, but she was too smart to be fooled, even by you. If youwere willing to cut his throat with a knife like you’d been that day,he was obviously not to be taken lightly.

Still, you attempted to goabout your daily life like you’d been doing before. You took care ofthe café together, cooked and ate at peace, shared a home and a bed.Yet, the atmosphere was so obviously different, thick and heavy tothe point you imagined being able to cut it with a knife. You knewJaehee had a million questions and while you were ready to answerthem, Jaehee apparently wasn’t ready to ask. So you waited for her tobe prepared until one day the process was sped up by a little card inyour mailbox. A card with a familiar symbol.

Jaehee had beenthe one to find it, watching you pale upon looking at the doubledragon on the otherwise blank card. That is when you started to talk,about who your father was before his early death, how he’d marriedyou off to Nam to not only bind the two biggest mafia groups intoone, but to also secure you a safe living. You also explained thatthe double dragon was a symbol of high rank in the group you weretechnically the head off and that Nam had sent the card as a warning.He was coming to get you. Soon, from the looks of it.

♨

Thetwo of you had sat in silence for a long time. You’d been boiling andfuming, angry at the mans audacity. Hadn’t you made your point clearby almost slicing his throat? You weren’t his trophy wife and youweren’t his possession. He couldn’t just rip you away from the lifeyou’d established with Jaehee just because it fit into his schedulenow. Jaehee on the other hand seemed strangely quiet and you began toworry. This was probably a lot more to take in for her, harder forher, than it was for you. The least you could do was try to explain.

Jaeheelistened as you talked about your upbringing, about how Nam and youhad actually known one another since early childhood. You’d grown uptogether, going to the same schools. He’d always been infatuated withyou, but you’d never returned such feelings. You’d eventually agreedto marrying him just because there hadn’t been anyone else you’ddesired and because you knew it would make your father happy.However, now you had Jaehee and you loved her. You promised toprotect her, no matter what, and that Nam wouldn’t harm her.

Yourgirlfriend didn’t care much for her own safety, however. What she wastruly worried about was yours. You’d grown up in such a dangerousworld and while by some miracle you’d survived so far, there was noguarantee that you’d survive it any further. To her you were still asinnocent and delicate as ever. With a man like Nam-Il after you, sheconsidered you in grave danger without any idea on how to protectyou. If he got to you, took you away like he apparently planned, shewas certain that you’d meet your demise sooner or later and thatthought killed her.

Thefollowing day Jaehee refused to open the café, insisting to keep youat home and at least somewhat safe. She’d even jumped over her shadowand called Jumin, requesting a couple of bodyguards for you, if heagreed. Despite not explaining the entire situation to him – andJumin still being disappointed in Jaehee for leaving – he’d agreedand send over two guards to protect you. Only a day later you foundboth of them knocked out in front of your door, another card lying onone of the mens chest. The second and last warning you would get.

Jaeheealmost had a break down, as she realized that there was absolutelynothing she could do to protect you. Seeing her so upset, no matterhow little she might have shown it on the outside, infuriated youeven more. You send the guards back, apologized to Jumin for gettingthem harmed and used the opportunity to send a burned version of thecard right back to Nam. If he wanted to threaten you? Fine. But youwere not willing to drag Jaehee into his silly mind games. You’d facehim head on some day now, but for that day you had other plans.

Whenyou finally got home Jaehee instantly jumped off the coach, about tosay something you never got to hear. You cut her off with a kiss,possessively licking into her mouth, sucking her tongue into yours.She was unresponsive at first, mostly due to shock, until you pulledher flush against you rolling your hips against hers. Finally shesighed and melted into the kiss, your tongues dancing together.Eventually you broke the kiss, leaving Jaehee obviously dazed.Needless to say that seeing you had such an effect did great thingsfor you.

You took her wrist in yourhand and began tugging her towards the bedroom. She was hesitant atfirst, trying to ask what was going on, but quickly gave up when sherealized she would not be getting a reply. You sat her onto the bed,massaging her thighs and spreading her legs apart, kissing your wayup from her knee until you reached her crotch. Pressing featherykisses against her panties, turning it damp. You were happy to notethat the dampness was furthered by Jaehee herself, who was growingincreasingly wet, squirming under your admission.

You looked up at her, eyesburning with passion, and didn’t break the gaze once as you slowlypulled down her underwear, throwing it aside carelessly. When youkissed her sex this time there was no layer to hold you back. Youlicked between her folds, stimulating her clit with your fingerswhile licking inside of her. Jaehee was still shy about oral sex, butmostly because she was so damn responsive to it. Every lick, nibbleor suck got delicious sounds out of her and you swore to yourselfthat you would coax out every last one of them that night.

After about fifteenminutes of going down on her, working Jaehee towards her secondorgasm for the night she asked you to stop, wondering why you weredoing this all of a sudden. “'Cause Nam-Il says I gots to go,you’ll be my last meal on death row”, you’d merely replied,grinning up at her before going back down, making her gasp and forgether question altogether. Eventually your tongue had been replaced byone, then two and eventually four fingers, thrusting in and out ofher. Just by crooking them ever so slightly you were granted the mostbeautiful view.

Jaehee was gripping the sheets, head thrownback and her wavy hair a mess. You could see the flush in her cheeks,her teeth digging into her bottom lip to muffle the sounds ofpleasure she still didn’t quite allow herself. Well, you’d make sureto change that. You pulled your fingers out, instead standing up topush Jaehee onto the mattress. She had no idea what was going on, butJaehee had long stopped questioning you. She watched with wide eyesas you undressed before coming to straddle her. It was only when youput a pillow under her hip and threw her leg over your shoulder thatshe understood.

You decided to scissorJaehee, both your wet cunts rubbing together. It was something youhadn’t tried often, mostly out of shyness. Now was not the time forthat though. Both of you moaned in wanton as your sexes rolledtogether, sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you. Youreached out for Jaehee’s hand, pulling it to your mouth to suck twoof her fingers in before guiding her to her clit. She didn’t hesitateto pleasure you and you instantly returned the favour, your bodiessliding together in perfect harmony until finally you reached yourpeak, screaming out your orgasm.

♛Jumin♛

Surprisingly, Juminfinding out that you were the daughter of the head of one of Korea’sbiggest mafia groups didn’t put as much of a dent into yourrelationship as you’d initially thought it would. In fact, for someabsurd reason, he seemed to enjoy that little secret you’d hiddenfrom it. You couldn’t quite puzzle together what the appeal was, butapparently he liked knowing everything about you. He also seemed toenjoy the thrill that came with it. Preppy Jumin Han married to theheir of Chil Sung Pa’s admittedly huge empire.

As it turned out, therewere also quite some business merits to being married to you. Forone, people and entire companies had some sort of newfound respectfor the two of you as well as C&R International in general. Itprobably stemmed from fear, but Jumin was an opportunist with successin mind and anything that helped the company was fine for him. C&R’snetworth increased rapidly, especially when you roped your fatherinto signing certain contracts that would ensure not only safety butinvestments.

Everything was fine andthe business was booming until someone attempted to harm your fatherand you snapped. You were preppy, well-mannered and calm, but ifsomeone dared to harm or so much as insult the people you cared forand loved, you turned into a fury with no regards for morals. You hadno problem getting your hands dirty. By the time you arrived at theheadquarters, however, it turned out that your father was fine andthe person had been taken care of in a rather traditional sense. Youwere still pissed about the attempt, though, and with nowhere else tolet steam off, you turned to Jumin.

♛

When you snuck intoJumin’s office his back was turned to you. He was on the phone withsomeone, staring out of the window wall, discussing a deal you knewhe’d been working on for a long while. You leaned against the walland watched him work for a minute or two, enjoying the way hismuscles flexed under that perfectly fitting and tight suit, the wayhis voice sounded when he talked business. Your always found hisvoice extremely sexy, that low rumble that could make anyone weak inthe knees, but especially when talking business.

Eventuallyyour patience had been stripped too thin and it didn’t seem like hewas planning to hang up any time soon, so you decided to take theinitiative. You put down your bag and coat, silently making your wayto where your husband is standing. From behind you sling your armsaround his slender but muscular frame, trailing them down his chestplayfully. It is your way of warning him of what is about to follow.Whether he hangs up for it or not is completely up to him. You canfeel his muscles tense and relax but nothing else. Well then.

You press a kiss betweenhis shoulder blades, unbuttoning his shirt from behind, skilledfingers doing a quick job. Finally able to touch bare skin you buryyour nails in it, trailing them down his torso to leave your marks.Had you dug any deeper you would have drawn blood. Jumin’s breathhitches every so slightly and yet he continues to talk, as composedas ever. You smirk. A challenge can be quite amusing when having itwith Jumin. Both of you are competitive, in control of every aspectof your life and stubborn. Still, this one will be your win.

Your hand moves lower tounbutton his trousers, slowly pulling down the zipper to tease himwith the sound itself, even. You can feel the deep intake of breathhe makes, knowing that he is preparing himself. Your curious fingerslip past the boxers and into his pants, your free hand still holdingonto that beautifully tones stomach, feeling the muscles therecontract with every teasing touch. Jumin is so fun to play with. Yourwrap your hand around his long cock, squeezing it just for thebriefest of moments to get his attention.

Apparently this stillisn’t enough to get Jumin to end the call, so you increase yourefforts. You begin jerking him off, strong, long pumps of your first.You use your thumb to trace the veins raking over his length beforestarting to pay special attention to the head. You circle itteasingly, tapping the slit ever so slightly until finally you canfeel the first beads of seed gather, spreading them eagerly. Jumineventually starts to rock his hips into your hand, biting down on hisbottom lip to keep himself quiet while the other person talked.

While you admired yourhusbands self control, you were rather happy when it finally came toan end. Ads you sped up the movements of your hand the snapping ofhis hips turned from shallow to erratic. The pre-come was now coatingyour entire hand, making the slide much easier and therefor quicker.You could feel his shaft pulse with the need to release. You stood onyour tip toes, nibbling at your lovers earlobe and whispering thedirty things you wanted to do to him until finally Jumin spilled overyour hand.

Luckily Jumin was a bit ofa silent type as it was, so the orgasm didn’t make him scream out orany such thing. It would have been quite hilarious to have himexplain that to an executive partner, but maybe it was for the bestthat it didn’t happen. As it was Jumin apologized, explaining that hehad some very important business to take care of and would call themback later. You were happy to know that said important business wasyou. He turned in your arms, claimed your mouth with a hungry kisswhile lifting you onto his desk.

Jumin broke the kiss to goon his knees before you, pushing up your skirt just enough to get toyour panties. He carefully pulled them down over your long legs,pressing kisses on the smooth skin along the way. He then proceededto kiss his way back up, the kisses and playful nibbles to your thighalready getting you excited for what was to come. By the time hefinally began eating you out you were a panting, wet mess. Jerkinghim off, having that control over your husband, it always turned youon. You knew it wouldn’t take much.

He licked between yourfolds eagerly, your hand coming to rest on his head and pull at hishair as he did so. When you’d first started to have sex he hadn’tbeen much of a lover. After all, he’d never touched a woman beforeyou. However, many, many times later – honestly, you’d been allover each other for a while – and Jumin knew your body and all it’ssoft spots better than you knew it yourself, probably. He was verycategoric about it. He knew exactly how to please you, sucking atyour clit while fingering you open using three finger.

About five minutes lateryou finally came, rolling your hips onto the tongue he’d pushedinside you, as your orgasm shook your body. However, you weren’tquite done with him yet and from the fact that Jumin was hard againas well, he seemed to be on board. You pulled him up, kissing him asyou wrapped your legs around his hips. “Let’s go, you know thedrill; I’m hot and pissed and on the pill”, you said, pulling himcloser by the arse, cock brushing between your folds. Jumin growledhungrily, reaching between you to grasp his cock and push insideyou.

You mewled at the feelingbut attempted to muffle it. The doors were thin and if you could walkin, so could anyone else. "Full steam ahead, let’s break thedesk”, you snickered, grinding against your husband to bury himdeeper. Needless to say, he did well in attempting to break it. Juminknew that when you were in the mood, you could take quite thepounding and he delivered perfectly. His thrust were quick and hard,hitting all the right spots within you. When you finally came youstarted to scream his name, Jumin had to silence you by kissing. Nota bad way to be silenced.

☼Saeyoung/Seven☼

The night after he’d foundout about your work for another agency Saeyoung had lain awake formany hours, curled together on the side as he attempted to catalogueall the new input. His agency was ruined, because of him. Someonefrom another agency had send you to kill him. The two of you hadactually fallen in love instead and he knew for a fact that it wouldsoon cause your agency to be after you as well. You’d not only failedto fulfil your given task, but you’d also bonded with the enemy andsuch things never sat well with agencies like yours.For along time Saeyoung contemplated your options. Neither of you werereally safe living a normal life and yet fleeing seemed like such atedious option. He’d spent too much of his life running away andabandoning things he loved in the process. Saeyoung was done with it.The alternative he came up with was rather unconventional, but maybethat would ensure it’s success in the end. What if, instead ofjoining another agency for protection, the two of you started yourown? Maybe you could even team up with Saeran?

He knew that his twin wasstill a little unstable, but maybe it made that option all the moresuitable. Doing hacking and footwork was something familiar forSaeran. He had no further education that would allow him to pursueany other career and this way he would not only have a stable job,but also one where both you and Saeyoung could keep him safe andmostly sane. The longer he thought about it the cleared the imaginein his head became. When he pitched the idea of you you’d beensurprise but then a grin had spread on your face and you’d agreed.

☼

When Saeyoung had firstsuggested starting your own, small but effectively agency you’dhesitated for two reasons. For one you’d been rather sure that yourfiancée had had other plans for the future. He’d always talked aboutsome kind of toy store, building his little robots and similar thingsto sell them. Not to mention that he’d been so eager to heal andprotect his brother that you could not imagine how on earth opening asecret agency fit into the picture. Was he so willing to endanger hisbrother further only for you?

Which lead you directly to yoursecond reason; safety. By following through with his plan the levelof danger in which all three of you would move would multiplygravely. Saeyoungs former agency would be after you. Your formeragency would be after you and every agency you’d fuck over in thefuture as well. Still, you’d eagerly agreed as the thrill of goingdown that path together drew you in. That was until a job wenthorribly wrong and you found yourself fearing for your life. Well,fearing was the wrong word. You were mostly pissed.

Every normal human wouldhave tried to flee when faced with a threat like the one you werefacing – you know, teams of agents targeting you in specific –but not you. No, you were pissed that you had nothing to do about it.You could either run away or sit around and wait for their attack andfend it off as best as possible. That is until you walked into thebedroom to find a naked Saeyoung sprawled out on the bed, giving youall sorts of ideas how to better spend that time waiting, other thansitting around and twiddling your thumbs.

You slowly climbed on topof the bed and your fiancée, handing brushing up his legs, massaginghis thighs before pulling them apart. You rested between your loverslegs, mouthing at his cock, pressing little kisses all over it untilit jumped to life. You kissed your way up Saeyoungs body who wasslowly beginning to wake up, twirling your tongue around his nipplesbefore biting down on one. Finally his eyes flew open and he stareddown at you with a gasp of pain, pleasure and surprise. He blinkedrapidly, reaching for his glasses and putting them on.

The sight was surprising,to say the least. You usually weren’t into that whole somnophiliathing. He’d tried once and you’d kicked him out of the bed for it.Saeyoung, on the other hand, sure loved surprised. Especiallysurprises like that. He smiled down at you, cupping your face andpulling you up for a passionate kiss. His tongue snuck into yourmouth, hungrily exploring and claiming what he thinks of as his. Youmelted into the kiss, allowing him the control for a brief moment.Tongues dancing together you swallowed each others moans before youpulled off

“No sleep tonight foryou, better chug that PhD Pepper”, you announced upon sitting up,grinding your hips against his erect cock. He didn’t react at first,still sleep dazed. You weren’t gonna let that pass, instead wrappingyour hand around his neck, using your thumb to tilt his face up. “Getyour ass in gear, Saeyoung. Come on, make this whole town disappear!”He sat up than, wrapping an around your middle, holding you tightwhile thrusting his hips upwards to rub his hard sex against yours.Even through your panties he could feel the wetness. 

Neitherof you had the patience to neither get up nor get you undressed.Instead he merely ripped the fabric away – he’d buy you new onessome other time – and pushed inside you in one long go. You gaspedas the sensation of being filled but didn’t hesitate to glide up anddown the others length, burying him deep inside you to hit all theright spots. “Slap me! Pull my hair”, you gasped the command andSaeyoung happily complied. He slapped your rear, hard and quick untilpale skin turned bright red.You gasped with every blow, thesting a pleasant sensation. You could feel the wetness between yourlegs getting more intense, arousal making itself known to Saeyoung aswell. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and from the diabolicgrin on his lips he quite enjoyed it. That is when he reached foryour hair, holding it together and circling it around between hisfingers to get a better grip. Saeyoung tugged harshly, a hiss fallingfrom your lips. You quite enjoyed when he got rough with you, allfrustration making way for pleasure.His mouth attacked youneck, tongue trailing the vein there before he sucked at the tenderskin. The sounds falling from your lips were of pure ecstasy, as yourneck was rather sensitive and his lips were skilled. He then begannibbling and biting at the skin, leaving his marks all over yourotherwise untouched skin. Meanwhile his hips were snapping upwards ina slow but pointed rhythm, making you squirm on his lap, pleasureseemingly overwhelming you. “What is it, sweetheart? You’re souncommonly quiet”, he teased.

“Touch me”, youpanted. “Touch me everywhere and no more talking.” You removedhis hand from your behind to guide it to your centre for him to feeljust what he was doing to you. He moaned as he dipped his fingersinto the wetness awaiting him, circling your clit with his thumb ashe pushed two fingers inside your tight heat alongside his cock. Youfelt even fuller now, desperately bouncing onto his cock and fingers,crocked inside you, driving you mad. All of it seemed too much andyet too little at the same time.

You found your peak whenSaeyoung began sucking on your nipple, squeezing your breast with hisfree hand while nibbling hungrily at the other. His thrusts hadbecome harsh and almost burning and the hickeys now spread over yourchest as well. A handful of jabs later you were coming, cunttightening around his cock, pulling the orgasm out of him as well ashe spent himself within your welcoming heat. You collapsed againsthim, Saeyoung falling back onto the mattress with you on top. “Fuck,I really needed that.”

☀Saeran☀

After the night you’dshared upon realizing Saeran knew about your job all along the two ofyou had been mostly on the run. You got in hits here and there andyou could work as whistle blower from about anywhere, so it wasn’tthat much of an issue, but settling down hadn’t been an option for acouple of months at that point. You made it a habit to send Saeyounga card once a month to let him know you and his sweet, sweet brotherwere still alive. Other than that, neither you nor Saeran dared tocontact everyone else in fear of endangering them.You did,however, attempt to help with the parties. Be it by sending Saeyoungsome files of potential guests or donating a bunch of money towhatever cause they were supporting. Everything beyond that wasstrictly taboo for the both of you. Not that you minded too much.Most of the time you were either busy with work – people sure likedto have other people killed or fucked over – or with one another.The two of you had learned early on that every day spent alive was aprivilege and you wanted to make the best out of every single one ofthem.

It was about two yearsinto your spree that things began getting tighter. One of yourteam-mates on the whistle blower team had made a traceable mistakeand now the FBI and CIA were after he both of you. Keeping a lowprofile wasn’t that big of a problem until you’d decided thatsplitting up was for the best, at least for the time being, andregretted the decision the second the two of you entered your newhotel room all by yourself, respectively. Both of you were miserableall alone and with no means to contact the other without beingtraced.

☀

Aftertrashing in bed for about an hour, sleep nowhere near, you decidedthat enough was enough. You were so used to sharing a bed with Saeranthat sleeping by yourself seemed near impossible at this point. Yougot out of bed and walked the multiple blocks to the motel you knewSaeran was staying it. Of course you couldn’t just waltz in throughthe front door and have anyone see you. It was bad enough that youwere visiting him at all, let alone be that direct about it. Soinstead you found yourself climbing up the wall and through thewindow.

WhenSaeran had broken into Rika’s apartment he’d made it look much easierthan it turned out to be. You’d been staying at the fourteenth floorwith rather intruder-proof windows and yet he’d managed to easilymake his way inside like some sort of dark angel. Yet here you were,climbing through a fourth floor window, almost wheezing loud enoughto wake Saeran that way. Admittedly, you should have brought moreequipment, but the decision to come in the first place had been arather rash one so you hadn’t been on top of your game.

Whateverthe case, you were inside now and no one had seen you. So instead ofwasting any more of the precious time you had together – comemorning you would have to split up again – you made your way to thebed, climbing atop the others body and waking him up by gentlycaressing his face and brushing through his hair. Saeran was a lightsleeper to begin with, but since you started the job he was even morewary than he’d been before. The drop of a pin could wake him and thissituation was no different.

Hiseyes instantly shot up, hand harshly wrapping around your wrist andtugging you down. You found yourself on your back, pressed into themattress by your lovers weight. Admittedly, that turned you on morethan it should have. Then again you had come to his room with thatparticular situation in mind, so really he’d merely sped the entireprocess up. He was panting, staring at you with wide eyes beforefrowning in confusion as you grinned up at him mischievously. “Iwas a little lonely up in my room, so I thought I’d pay you a visit.”

Saeranhuffed, letting go of your wrist and sitting up, brushing the strandsof her from his eyes. “If someone saw you, you’re dead. We bothare. Are you seriously horny enough to risk your life for this”, heasked, looking at you with an intense and calculating look. You letyour eyes wander over his face, reaching out once more to cup it withone hand, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. “I’m willing torisk my life for you.” Apparently that took Saeran bysurprise, even after all this time, as his face fell and he quicklylooked away from you, seemingly ashamed. 

Youknow where this behaviour is coming from, something that happened attimes when things seemed to finally become undeniably serious betweenthe two of you and Saeran feared of getting too attached and losingsomething beloved once more overwhelmed him. You sighed, leaningforward to press a kiss to his forehead. "You say you’renumb inside, but I can’t agree, Saeran”, you said, getting hisattention.“So the world’s unfair? Keep it locked out there!”You move closer then, burying your face in the crock of his neck,kissing along the sensitive skin. “In here it’s beautiful.”

Saeranwas never good with emotions, but he was damn fantastic when it cameto sex. Maybe because he was capable of detaching those two things,delivering on one without messing up the other. He tugged on yourhair, catching your mouth with his. He kiss was breathtaking andbruising, your lips spit slick and swollen once he broke it. Suckingyour bottom lip into his mouth before tugging at just enough for itto sting without drawing blood. “Let’s make this beautiful,then”, he agreed, voice dipped dangerously low. Promisinglylow.

When he spoke like thisyou knew you were in for a ride and it wouldn’t be the gentle kind.The way you two moved was quick and precise with no time to waste.You tugged his shirt over his head while he ripped open yours,leaving it in shreds on the floor. You’d have to worry about thattomorrow. The rest of your clothes joined the shirt in a haze, nakedbodies colliding in a storm of desire and passion. Saeran slid intoyour awaiting heat with easy, your legs over his shoulders as hesnapped his hips against yours, almost snapping you in half in theprocess.

You pulled him evencloser, your bodies rubbing against one another with every harshthrust. Your nipples were hard against his chest, breasts jolting.You clawed down his back, leaving marks that would stay for days ashe left his mark within you. Subtle, but no less effective. Youpulled him in for a kiss, both of you fighting for dominance until helet you in, let your tongue push past his to lick into his mouth withfervour. Both of you moaned into the kiss, the bed shaking under thetwo of you. You didn’t see the orgasm coming, hitting you by surprisewith an intensity that almost made you black out.

“Oh no, princess. Nosleeping for you”, he said, pulling out and leaving you empty anddripping with your own juices. You were about to beg – whether formercy or more you weren’t sure – when he suddenly flipped you over,lifted your hips of the bed and thrust right back home. “You wokeme for this, remember”, he hissed, pointing each word with a harshjab. When your moans increased in volume he reached around to coveryour mouth, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he fucked youfrom behind like some rabid dog.

You reached for theheadboard for support, gripping it with both hands until yourknuckles were about to rip the skin. You’d just come and yet youcould feel another orgasm steadily building as he fucked inside you,one hand covering your mouth while the other rubbed at your sensitiveclit. “I love taking you like this, like a little bitch”, hewhispered into your ear, nibbling at it. He kept up the pace untilyou felt his cock twitch and jump within you. This time the two ofyou came together, his seed filling you up as the two of you trembledwith ecstasy and collapsed onto the bed with exhausted and satedhuffs.

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[llamas--and--tea]

Question Time

I was tagged by @gameofsassbutts. Blame her.

Rules: Answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions

1. coke or pepsi? I don’t have a preference, but fun fact: when I was a child, I called them mamsi-coke and papsi-coke (as in mom and dad) for no particular reason.

2. disney or dreamworks? I like Dreamworks’ intro more than Disney’s, so yeah.

3. coffee or tea? I’ve tasted coffee twice and hated it both times. I’m a devoted fan of Earl Grey tea.

4. books or movies? Usually books, but sometimes movies capture a scene much better than a book could.

5. windows or mac? Windows: the only experience I’ve had with Mac was with a horrible, horrible PC.

6. dc or marvel? Marvel: I haven’t seen much of DC...

7. xbox or playstation? I don’t play video games that much, but lemme quote @gameofsassbutts ‘s answer ‘cause it’s cool: “[robot woman voice] playstation”.

8. dragon age or mass effect? Again, I’m not a gamer. No idea what those are.

9. night owl or early riser? Night owl ftw.

10. cards or chess? Cards because I suck at chess. Plus card games are awesome.

11. chocolate or vanilla? I hate vanilla with a passion so I’d say chocolate, though I’m not a fan of it either.

12. vans or converse? Converse duh.

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar? Trevelyan because they’re cool, but Cadash because the name sounds cool.

14. fluff or angst? Both. Both is good.

15. beach or forest? Forest because EXPLORATION FTW. Beaches are okay too.

16. dogs or cats? Cats are the rulers of this universe.

17. clear skies or rain? I prefer a sunny, clear sky with like a few clouds on a bright blue sky.

18. cooking or eating out? I prefer home-cooked food, just because it seems purer somehow. 

19. spicy food or mild food? I don’t really care but sometimes I’m eating something spicy and just *orgasm sounds*. (That sounded wrong.)

20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? I prefer Samhain because me and my friends have a great Halloween tradition.

21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? Interestingly, even though I love warmth, I would choose being slightly too cold forever, just because being too hot would drive me nuts.

22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be? I would love being able to go back in time. Do you even realize how much I would be able to do if I could control time? I mean like my own time.

23. animation or live action? I’d say animation, just because you can do anything when it’s an animation, whereas a live action *anything* is constrained by the physical world. And that’s not fun.

24. paragon or renegade? Is it a gaming thing? If it’s a book thing, hmu!

25. baths or showers? Showers: baths are gross if you’re not already clean.

26. team cap or team ironman? I’m quoting @gameofsassbutts here because her answer is precious: “irony tony”. Captain America is cool too though.

27. fantasy or sci-fi? *Markiplier’s “Space is cool” video starts playing* (Fantasy) ALL THE WAY!! But Sci-Fi is cool too because the worlds that are developed in Sci-Fi stuff are mind-boggingly COOL.

28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so, what are they?

"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.” 

- 11th Doctor, Doctor Who, S5e10: VIncent and the Doctor (2010).

“We are Twenty One Pilots, and so are you!”

-Twenty One Pilots, parting words after concerts since ERS 2016.

“Thank God it’s Friday, ‘cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays, ‘cause Sundays are my suicide days.”

-Twenty One Pilots, Migraine.

"I’m holy. Get it? Holey.”

-Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, George Weasley’s joke after he looses his ear to his twin Fred.

I would put more but meh.

29. youtube or netflix? YouTube.

30. harry potter or percy jackson? Harry Potter.

31. when do you feel accomplished? When I see people around me being happy/impressed/grateful for my actions. Which sounds vain af wow.

32. star wars or star trek? Not really a fan of any of them, but I’d say Star Wars because I’ve at least seen a few of the movies.

33. paperback or hardback books? Again, quoting @gameofsassbutts : “paperback’s ok but with the hardback u really feel it”

34. horror or rom-com? I’ve acquired a taste for horror a year ago so let’s say horror.

35. tv shows or movies? TV shows because they have more opportunities to develop the plot. Also because Anime is technically TV shows...

36. favourite animal? Why do you do this to meeeeee. Llamas? *hides because picked favorites*

37. favourite genres of music? Omfsh do not make me say the whole list. Let’s stick to alternative m’kay?

38. least favourite book? I quite disliked The Fault in Our Stars for some reason.

39. favourite season? Of what? jk jk it’s summer FITE ME.

40. song that’s currently stuck in your head? "Sleep” by My Chemical Romance.

41. what kind of pyjama’s do you wear?  I don’t have PJs but I guess T-shirt and shorts counts?

42. how many existential crises do you have on an average day? Goddammit @gameofsassbutts : “Ongoing”. Too relatable.

43. if you can only choose one song to be played at your funeral, what would it be? Funnily enough, “Sleep” by MCR.

44. favourite theme song to a TV show? Omfsh noooooo. I have too many. Do the TARDIS sounds at the beginning of Doctor Who count as a theme song? If not, then any of Shingeki no Kyojin (AKA Attack on Titan)’s openings they’re all wonderfully creepy and beautiful. But also Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood’s first and third openings. And also...

45. harry potter movies or books? Books because there are more details. THAT’S why you make books into TV shows instead of movie, people. DETAILS.

46. you can make your OTP become canon but you’ll forget that tumblr exists. will you do it? ‘’It was all fun and games until this. Ugh…wellllll if I forgot tumblr exists my friends wont so they ll remind me… lmaoo then MY OTP (how to cheat on the system 101)’’ @sonyxqueenofthewholeuniverse

47. do you play an instrument and if so, what is it? Yes, I play the flute. Have been playing for 7 years now (holy shite, how fast time flies!).

48. what is the worst way to die? Repeatedly.

49. if you could be entirely invisible for a day, what would you do? Just for one day? I would follow my friends around without them knowing. Not for malicious purposes, just to find out how their lives really are, and not how I imagine them to be.

50. What are you planning on doing with your life? Oh god uhm. I’m debating over several careers right now. There’s writer (not sure whether my shitty writing will be good enough to make at least some career out of it...), CÉGÈP-level psychology teacher (because my two-times psych teacher Lisa amazed me), Speech-Language therapist for children (because I’m intimate with how it works), and/or ASL interpreter somewhere somehow (because I’m a slut for languages). Extra-career-wise, I’d like to keep writing and reading any time I have time.

51. Favorite Disney movie? Fuck I was going to say The Road to El Dorado but APPARENTLY it’s a Dreamworks movie so fuck yOU. I’ll say The Emperor’s New Groove then.

52. Do you believe in aliens? Of course. Wouldn’t it be very self-centered for us to believe that we are the only sentient things in the whole of the Universe? As a side-note, I could let my father write a list of his conspiracy theories about the existence of aliens and the impact they’ve had on our History. But I’m not going to. But I could! *threatens threateningly*)

53. Are u an unstoppable force or an immovable object? I would say an immovable object. Because I’m stubborn but also apathetic af.

54. (My addition:) If you were in front of a nondescript door that’s only property was to surprise you when you open it, would you open it? (remember, a “surprise” can be good or bad) Yes. Yes, I would. I’m a curious little shit and fuck the consequences.

Goshdarnit this took forEVER. I do not wish it on anyone. Also, wtf you think I have the will to tag 54 people??!! Nope. I’ve tagged 13 people. Suffer as I have been made to suffer. (Kiwi, you can do this after you finals.) Also go follow @gameofsassbutts . She was spiritually making me do this. And her answers were hilarious.

@markiplier ; @caffeinewitchcraft : @writing-prompt-s ; @witterprompts ; @lexystudies ; @danielhowell ; @facts-i-just-made-up ; @livebloggingmydescentintomadness ; @vesselblurryface ; @notchicken ; @oneanddun ; @unsettlingstories ; @thatsthat24

#questions #me #about me #question time #kiwi #answering questions #horrible #long #hilarious

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #90

“i’d rather die on my feet than live a life on my knees.”

what do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? heartbreak. what is your favorite bird? barn owls. i also love crows and ravens though because they're so smart. how would you like to die? in my sleep, but surrounded by family. i want them to actually know i'm dying so they don't have to deal with the sheer shock of just waking up to me dead. think of your last ten kisses, were they with the same person? no. do you think making out is slutty? no? will you cry at your wedding?  i can just about guarantee i will. how many wives or husbands do you want?  just one. what were you doing when you found out michael jackson was dead? i was swimming. would you rather vacation by a beach or a lake?  lake. what is your father's middle name? john. what's your favorite anime? "fullmetal alchemist." i like both iterations pretty much the same, both the original and "brotherhood." is there always going to be that one person you and a friend makes fun of? no. if you could live for a year with any foreign family, where would you go? germany! are you afraid of living alone? yes. i honestly don't think i could do it. what do you draw more than anything else?  meerkats. are you the type who is completely against abortion? why? fuck yes, because you will never get me to believe that a fetus is any more human after it's born. it's a human from the start. have you ever read a book that actually changed your outlook on life? "johnny got his gun" by dalton trumbo, my favorite book. it didn't change my perspective, but it definitely heightened my pacifism. do you brag about being different than everyone else? no, because despite being very different, it embarrasses me. what do you think about william shakespeare’s work? he's great. what would you do if your favorite animal became endangered? i would legitimately cry. i would go into a huge depression if meerkats ever went extinct. what’s your name, anyways?  brittany. has anyone ever complimented you on how sweet you can be? yeah. what was the last brutally honest comment you made about someone? like a week ago. a friend of mine posted her fucking self-mutilation pictures on facebook and i called her out on that bullshit. you don't fucking do that. she's honestly a pretty childish person that contradicts herself constantly, but i care for her regardless. do you keep in contact with any of your ex-boyfriends/girlfriends? nope. how was your birthday this year? i was in a mental hospital. guess. lmao. would you like to have a pet horse? if i had a big enough property, definitely. have you read the entire harry potter series? i haven't read a single book. have you seen the deathly hallows? i think so... but i didn't pay attention to it. can you play the piano? no. can you read sheet music? i doubt i could anymore. do you enjoy poetry? absolutely. have you ever written a poem? lots since i was in the 6th grade. angsty shit lol how long is your hair? it's long. like to my shoulderblades, i think longer. do you like the band n*e*r*d? haven't heard of them. would you prefer cherry cola or vanilla cola? cherry coke. i don't like vanilla coke. what is your favorite cover your favorite band has done? "how?", "whiskey in the jar" what is your favorite farm animal?  pigs! do you like pictures that are considered “hipster” and “indie”? yeah. if you could rid the earth of one thing, what would it be?  rape. do you prefer germ-x or purell?  germ-x roses or daisies; which do you prefer?  roses. count to ten in another language. eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun, zehn do you like fedoras? i actually do. what's with the hate around them? what band/song reminds you of your childhood?  the backstreet boys. have you ever had a cherry martini?  no absinthe?  no. horchata? no. last time you went to the beach, who’d you go with?  colleen and chelsea. favorite flavor for a milkshake? vanilla smoothie?  mango. when was the last time someone saw you naked?  uhhh. i'm not sure. either my mom did or it's been so long that it was jason. what is the greatest loss you’ve endured?  jason where is your favorite place to have sex?  i haven't had sex before but i'd assume a bed? what is the “worst” drug you’ve done? are there any you will never try, or any you want to try?  uhhh, maybe alcohol? i've never done legitimate drugs. i mean xanax makes doctors p nervous to give out, and i was on that once, but i never abused it. where do you like to be kissed? multiple places? which uncle do you see the most of? uncle rob, mom's younger brother. do you have your family as friends on facebook? yes would you help your best friend hide a body? absolutely not. do you have depression?  i do, but it's finally efficiently being treated. what kind of humor suits you more - irony or sarcasm?  sarcasm, i think. so long it's not hateful. who is your favorite that 70’s show character? hyde and kelso! but i love eric too. did you enjoy middle school or did it suck? worst three years of my life. have you ever done anything with a guy that you now regret? i regret kissing one, but nothing crazy. if you were to dye your hair, what color would you dye it? i currently want galaxy hair. what is your favorite energy drink, if you have a favorite at all? i don't like like 99% of energy drinks. do you know someone who threatens to kill themselves?  all the time. but she does it in a way that is very obviously crying for attention, not support. would you ever completely dye your hair the color green? no. i don't like green in general, but especially as a hair color. do the people in your town speak like rednecks?  some do. what kind of pie do you like the best, if you like it at all?  i don't like pie. have you ever thought of making love in a dressing room?  no, sounds uncomfortable. what is your favorite movie of all time? burton's version of "alice in wonderland" what is your favorite restaurant to go in and eat at?  olive garden. are there any lamps on in the room that you’re currently in? a guitar lamp. salt & vinegar, barbecue, sour cream & onion, or cheddar? hmmm. salt & vinegar. have you ever died in one of your dreams?  i have. which is tastier: fruity gum or minty gum? fruity do you believe in demonic possession? how about ghosts? angels? i'm iffy with demonic possession. anything boys can do, girls can do better - agree or disagree? your gender doesn't determine how well you do anything. have you ever punched someone and broke their nose? no. has a stray dog ever tried to bite you?  no have you ever tried yoga?  yeah. lost 40 pounds doing it some years ago. do you like the font century gothic? sure. bulbasaur, charmander, or squirtle? charmander, of course. does it scare you that even after getting a college education that not even that can guarantee you a career?  it's fucking horrifying. do you own a lot of graphic tees, solid colored ones, or more so just tops?  tops and graphic tees. any specific movie that you wish you could have a love like? [ex: the notebook, allie and noah]   the notebook.  obviously.  but SPOILER, without the dementia END SPOILER. can you remember ever feeling like someone stole your idea or took credit for something that was your work? if not, can you remember a time when you introduced a friend to something and they sort of began acting like they know more about it than you?   it's happened multiple times to me. if you were to ever imagine getting married, do you think you have a lot of people that would invite to your showers and actual wedding? or is it more like you’d be inviting long-lost family members and hoping for the best?   i'd only invite close friends and family. regarding your current or former high school, what is something that you really felt your school was lacking or what is something you would change about your high school?   you couldn't do something as little as even hugging.  but besides that, our principal was fucking awful. choose a male friend of yours. will you please describe him in a way that might convince me he’d be a good person to date?  he's a totally intelligent nerd and remarkably loyal.  very funny. if I handed you a voucher for a free tattoo from a renowned tattoo artist, but it had to be redeemed within 24 hours, would you use it?   i'd fucking scream in joy and then do it immediately lol when you are at a place where people are dancing and people are seated/mingling, like a wedding reception, do you dance or do you remain standing/seated?   i stay seated. what is your favorite kind of chips?  hot cheetos do you own a pair of converses?   multiple. have you ever dated a ginger?   no. do you watch american horror story?  i used to. would you date someone you had a 16 year age difference with?   no. what is your sexuality?   hetero. do you like lana del rey?   not at all. do you think suits are sexy?   hell yeah.  i am openly a huge sucker for suits. do you have a livejournal?  no. have you ever been seduced? by whom?   sure, and a past boyfriend. what’s the third letter of your surname?   "u" have you ever attempted origami? are you good at it? do you enjoy it? what’s your favorite origami to make?   no. do you enjoy classic rock? if so, who are some of your favorite classic rock artists?   classic rock takes up a good portion of my musical library.  so let's go through my favorites (i looked up a list so i don't miss any lmao): ac/dc, aerosmith, alice cooper, def leppard, guns n' roses, iron maiden, billy joel, judas priest (i consider them classic metal, but w/e, i'm going according to this list), motley crue, queen, and van halen.  this list also lists metallica and ozzy as classic rock, but stfu they're thrash and heavy/classic metal. do you get horny a lot?   actually, the longer jason and i have been broken up, i'm less horny. what gives you anxiety?   living.  lmao. do you think "bad romance" is a catchy song or an annoying one?   i honestly think it's catchy, but still very overplayed. could you ever complete a 500-piece puzzle?   i have before. which song did you last listen to on repeat?   lol honestly?  "i just had sex" by the lonely island + akon because i, out of the total blue, remembered that song from when i was a teenager and started giggling.  wanted to relieve the good 'ole times when that song used to crack me and my friend the fuck up. is your mom or dad the older parent?   mom. have you ever received anesthesia or morphine?   morphine, yes.  and it didn't do jackhorseshit for me. does the world make people cruel or do people make the world cruel?   now that's a good question!  but i think the latter.  the world, after all, is just the planet on which we reside.  it, alone, can't be cruel.  it's people who create standards, rules, society itself, etc.  so people make the world cruel. are people more likely to tell you to tone it down or to speak up?   speak up. out of fire, earth, water, wind, light and dark, which element appeals the most to you?   DARKNESS what’s one thing that you wish was real?   i'm taking what the previous person answered: healing potions from games.  that would sure be helpful. what was one of your favorite songs as kid?   apparently, "dookie" by green day lol.  mom always tells me about the time when i was a baby and we were at a putt-putt course, and that song came on and i started screaming "dookie!" and danced.  ... i was an odd child.  i am grateful i have no recollection of this event lmao. how much do you elaborate in survey answers?  i try to elaborate the best i can to make things interesting. are you a private person?   usually. what does your sister's hair look like? if you don’t have a sister, how about brother?  talking about my two immediate sisters, they both have long, brown, gorgeous hair.  nicole just put blondeish highlights in it the other day.  i envy how great her hair always looks. ever taken a shower with someone?   not since becoming "mature."  as kids, nicole and i would shower together sometimes. how many pregnant people do you know?  none, i think. do you have a tolerance for snoring or does it drive you insane?  it drives me up a fucking wall are you by any means broken?  i don't think so anymore. (:  broken things can be fixed.  never repaired entirely, but, y'know. do you believe in astrology and horoscopes?   not at all. are you irish in any way?   yep. are you good with confrontations?   NO.  i start crying. should we consider cheerleading a sport?   i mean... i guess?  it's physical exertion. do you know anyone with diabetes personally?   my mom.  other family members.  it runs in the family. do you like orange soda?   orange cream soda, yes. anything you find creepy that others probably don’t?   whale sharks.  their mouths are just so fucking huge and i think of them swallowing people despite the fact their esophagus is much too small. have you ever liked anyone whose name started with a "j"?   i loved someone whose name started with a "j" who was the last person you kissed?   to my dismay, tyler. where did it happen?  my back porch have you heard of the band behemoth?  yes, but i haven't listened to them. do you even listen to metal in the first place?  yes, mainly heavy and thrash metal.  i'm also a pretty big symphonic metal fan, but i really need to find more bands... do you have a deviantart?   yes. is there anybody famous you’re obsessed with?  mark fischbach and link neal please save me from this life of squealing torture what was the last thing you took a break from?   "world of warcraft."  well, i didn't have much choice, really.  my laptop has to be fixed.  i haven't played in months. what're you currently hearing?   markiplier & tyler playing "undertale."  i've seen this playthrough before, but i wanted to watch it again.  i'm not big on undertale, but i love how my boys make it so funny. are you afraid of the dark?   no.  i mean sure, i'd be pretty uneasy if i was in the dark somewhere i didn't know, but i wouldn't necessarily be scared. do you like yourself?   i'm getting there! (: do you have any piercings or tattoos?  five piercings, four tats. how would you describe your style?   if i'm actually dressing for an occasion, i'm like a goth-geek mix.  if i'm just running out somewhere, it's sweats and a graphic tee. favorite desserts?  ice cream! if you could take a vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go?   the kalahari desert in south africa to photograph meerkats!! favorite horror movies?   "blair witch project 2: book of shadows" what are your parents’ names?   donna and kenneth/ken dark and dramatic makeup or natural makeup?  dark and dramatic, baby. satin or lace?  lace is sexy what’s something that fascinates you?  space.  coral reefs. favorite sea creature?  dolphins, whales, seahorses... do you drink alcohol?   very rarely.  not even once a month. weirdest fetish you’ve ever found out about and how?  the fetish of adults with diapers.  and deviantart.  would see drawings as such in groups and it would really fucking disturb me.  speaking of da, they need a fetish filter so fucking badly. if offered irreversible immortality, would you take it?   absolutely not. what is your favorite superpower? why?  metamorphosis because who wouldn't want that if you were a videogame character, what would your iconic weapon be?   bow and arrow your friend tells you that they are suicidal, and asks you not to tell anyone. is it more of a betrayal to tell someone, or to keep silent?  fuck it dude, i'm obviously telling someone.  that is a serious fucking matter.  i don't even consider that betrayal, that's called doing what's necessary to save a life. something that makes you smile?   mark fischbach. what’s your opinion on cinnamon rolls?   *intense drooling* would your parents be okay with you dating someone of another race?  yeah. have you ever heard of the band ‘the black keys’?   i have.  mom's a fan, i think. was your hair a different color when you were a baby than it is, now?  yes.  as a baby, i had dirty blonde hair, but it gradually turned brown.  it's currently dyed, though. do you need it to be absolutely DARK in order to sleep? how about quiet?   as for dark, no actually.  i have a hard time sleeping when it's totally dark, because i don't like being unable to see.  but quiet, yes. would it bother you if someone else used your hairbrush?   if it was a stranger or i thought their hair was dirty, yes. is it ‘soda’ or 'pop’?  soda. have you ever been inside of a cave?   no, but i wish!  i looooove caves! what’s your comfort food?   ice cream. what do you use your cell phone for, besides texting and calling?   i have an app on there to track my period, and sometimes i'll use it to go online. what's the creepiest movie ever?   there is only one horror movie that even makes me remotely uncomfortable, and that's "the rite."  the concept of being pregnant with a demon is fucking horrific.  i don't believe anyone ever has been, but just the idea is awful. did you ever do something you promised yourself not to?   yeah. what’s the craziest color you've dyed your hair?   purple do you like paranormal stuff?   YEAH do you have a favorite stuffed toy?   a stuffed meerkat named rebel that my ex gave me. would you rather be hurt physically or emotionally?   physically. do you over-analyze things?   literally everything. what's your favorite food?   jalapeno pizza tops the list.  but i also love well-made hot wings and strawberries.  kiwi, too. what's the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in real life?   MOUNTAINS what's the best advice you’ve ever been given?   "deal with the past, or the past deals with you," probably. does vintage stuff appeal to you?   yeah! do you believe that leaving a significant other for someone else is ever a good idea?   of course i don't.  staying in a relationship you no longer want is foolish and only hurts you both way more than leaving. do you want to be taller or shorter?   i don't really care.  i'm content with my height. are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?   no.  his are brown. what do you want right this second?   i want hot fries lol are you one of those people who never drinks soda?   i feel like soda is such a loathed thing on the internet.  but no.  i drink soda. is your vision good?   no.  i have to wear glasses, and when i don't wear them, i can barely make out the second row on those vision test things with the big "e" have you ever slow danced with anyone?   yes. have you ever witnessed someone else engaging in a sexual act?   my sister's friend pretty intensely made out with her then-boy toy on our couch once while i was present. do you think it’s attractive for a man to wear eyeliner?   that shit makes me weak at the knees lmao have you ever been to the grand canyon?   no, but i wish! when's garbage day in your area?   we have to take our trash on our own to the dump here. do you know anyone who hates or dislikes chocolate?   my grandmother do you know anyone who's racist?   yes. do you have more girl friends or guy friends?   girls. have you ever hated yourself?   yes. did your parents ever ground you?   yeah. do you own an mp3 player of some kind?   i still have an old fucking ipod nano lmao.  that thing's been going for a looooong fucking time. are you or were you popular in high school?   definitely not.  i was a loner. what're three of your favorite TV shows?   "fullmetal alchemist," "that '70s show," "supernatural" do you like things vampire related?   sure, vampires are cool.  i never really liked the romanticized stories, though. are your nails currently long?   no.  they never are. have you ever been to las vegas?  no.  it's on the complete opposite end of the country. if you met your favorite celebrity, would you be calm or star struck?   i'd be one of those people that inside is FREAKING THE FUCK OUT but would try sooo hard to stay chill. did/do you listen to britney spears songs?  as a kid i did. in the past week, have you ridden in a taxi?   i've never been in a taxi what shorthand do you use the most?  lol, omg, lmao are there any framed pictures in the room you’re in?   yes.  an exclusive promotional "silent hill: revelation" poster in japanese that i won in a giveaway. what show did you last watch?   "that '70s show," at least part of it. do you still make christmas lists?   yes, because mom asks me to.

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