#definitely did not suddenly remember it was her birthday yesterday.... yep.

[hartlesshart]

Happy Birthday Aloy!

#horizon forbidden west #horizon zero dawn #horizon fanart #seyka #aloy #beta #kotallo #zo #erend #alva #sylens #hartless doodles #definitely did not suddenly remember it was her birthday yesterday.... yep. #would love to play with this concept again #gaia gang #that is the bellowback ferret gave me

[deans-baby-momma]

Wounded Hearts 2

Summary: When John Winchester leaves his two high school-aged sons in a motel in Fairfax, IN while he goes off on a hunt, they both make friends. What happens after they have to suddenly leave when John comes to fetch them. Will those friendships endure? Does Dean leave a piece of his soul behind?

Word Count: 3,408

A/N: This is a sequel to Past Haunts, but it’s mostly what happened in the thirteen years between high school and when Sam and Dean return to take care of a haunting in their old stomping grounds of Truman High. The first couple of chapters will be mainly Dean’s POV and then after that, each chapter will switch from Dean’s POV to Rebecca’s POV. I will label them appropriately.

Rebecca’s POV

The walk home is kind of uncomfortable. My crotch is sensitive and tender and these jeans are not helping at all. I think over what just happened. I just gave my virginity to Dean Winchester. The boy who came out of nowhere and walked the school halls like he owned the place. I briefly thought about how just last week he was all about Amanda Heckling,  the popular girl, the head cheerleader. Had he fucked her too? They had seemed hot and heavy for a minute but then, just as quickly as he showed up, they were over and he was proclaiming to the halls that he was a hero. Had he taken Amanda's virginity too? 

I shake my head and huff a laugh. No way was Amanda Heckerling a virgin. Not since freshman year at least.  She had been caught with her pants down, literally, with Justin Scott in her bedroom. So, no Dean definitely hadn't taken Amanda's innocence. 

As soon as I get home I rush to the bedroom to change out of my- now damp from the remnants of what had transpired between me and Dean- panties. Thankfully it's just my cum filling my underwear; Dean had wrapped it up before he fucked me.

I change quickly, wadding my ruined panties into a ball and stuffing them to the bottom of the hamper. My mom yells that dinner is ready and I pause, taking a breath and praying that neither she nor dad can sense the change in me. I'm no longer their innocent little girl but a woman, an adult capable of safely fornicating.

I can feel their stares,  hear their whispers as I walk to my locker. Does everyone know? Are all my classmates aware that I am no longer pure  and virginal Rebecca Quentin. Do they know that I oh so easily gave it up to Dean Winchester? Or am I just imagining it all?

I grab my books and sign in then take my regular seat in Mrs. Meadows' English Lit class. My heart is pounding in my ears,  knowing that shortly Dean would walk through the door.  Would he sit beside me, like he did Amanda? Would he ask me to be his girlfriend? I mean, we've already done the deed so that's the next step, right? Ok, so our steps are a little misconstrued but so what?

I hear him before I see him, his heavy army-style boots stomping down the hallway. As soon as he enters the room, my breath catches in my throat. I'd always thought Dean was good-looking but now? Damn is he sexy as hell! I can't help but turn away to hide the blush on my face as I remember his touch and how it felt to have him inside me. My heart drops as he passes by the empty desk beside me to take his seat at the back of the room. Dammit, maybe it wasn't as special to him as it had been to me. Maybe he was used to defiling girls and then acting as if they didn't exist.  As Mrs. Meadows calls for attention I vow to confront him at lunch. Hopefully we can have a quiet discussion and not cause a scene.

By the time the bell rings for lunch, I am a nervous wreck. The more I thought about it, the less I wanted to address the obvious elephant in the school. Dean Winchester conned his way into my pants; pretending to be a gentleman and noble when in all reality he was a fraud, a hustler. Watching him with his little brother yesterday, how he had made sure Sam was well-fed and taken care of had to have been a ruse! Just a way to get me to let my guard down and then he struck when that window of opportunity opened; like a snake,  a conniving devious snake. 

Deciding I can't civilly accost Dean, I make my way to the vending machines. I'll just go to the motel after school and talk to him then. I just hope he hasn't duped his next victim there. That's what I feel like; a victim, a casualty of the trickster that is Dean Winchester. I scan the lunchroom as I enter but see no sign of Dean or his brother Sam. I sigh in relief as I don't think I could handle being ignored again. I sit at a table in the corner and open my bags of chips. 

The rest of my classes were dull and lackluster. I just couldn't concentrate on anything any of my teachers were saying. The concept that Dean was ignoring and avoiding me was breaking me, was breaking my heart and soul. I wanted to know why. Why did he choose me? Why did he have to defile what could have been an incredible friendship? Maybe even a wonderful and dare I say loving relationship. Did getting the privilege of saying he slept with me mean more to him than that? The more I thought about it, the angrier I got until I had furiously scribbled a hole into the paper on my desk. I was going to that motel after school and finding out!

When the last bell sounds, I gather my books and head to my locker. I look morosely at locker #214, the one Dean had been assigned. It was only a few down from mine. I hadn't seen him all day; not since he so openly ignored me during first period. It is painfully obvious he was avoiding me. Well I am going to put a stop to that. I march out of the building and head down the same path we had walked yesterday, straight to the place it all went downhill,  room 7 at the Motel Monroe.

A few hours later

I knock on the door and wait. And the longer I wait, the more upset I get. How dare Dean ignore and avoid me and act like I don't exist in his world. Yesterday, he acted as if he made me believe he was interested in being my friend, if not more and today I'm nobody? 

I'm not a nobody. I get perfect grades and in less than a year I will be moving away, going to college and in a few short years graduate with a master's in psychology and on my way to becoming one of the best behavioral counselors in the country.  I have plans and dreams; I'm not just some girl to pass the time with. 

After a few minutes and another knock, there is still no answer. I step to the window to see inside but the curtain is closed tight. 'Oh no you don't, Dean Winchester,' I think silently. 'You are not hiding from me. We are going to hash this out like adults.' I walked toward the manager's office to find out if there is a way to get him to open the door. Instead I find devastating news when the manager tells me, "They cleared out about 3 hours ago."

I walk away from the motel,  the place I lost my virginity in with tears threatening to roll down my face. Will I ever see him again?

Eight weeks later

Time is a fickle thing. Some days it seems to rush by while others it seems to just stand still and turn stagnant. 

After finding out that the Winchesters had left town, I turned my attention back to my studies. I only had a few more months until I'd be graduating high school and moving on to bigger, brighter things. 

Thanksgiving had come and gone and now we are all hurtling toward Christmas and the almost two weeks off from school. The whole school is abuzz with excitement and enthusiasm for the break. Me? I am just going through the motions. I had gotten ill a few days ago, puking my guts up and just feeling horrible. Whatever it is, I wish it would just run its course already. I am tired of feeling weak and feeble. 

Today is the school's last day before Christmas break and I was just looking forward to being able to lay around and let the flu or pneumonia or whatever gets its claws into me. Something grabs my attention and I look at the calendar hanging beside my desk. A big old red circle is around the 4th, the day I should've started my period. I grab the calendar and turn it back to November and see another big red circle. Two months. Two missed periods. And I know that they are missed because every time I start I always draw a line through the circle and these two circles have no lines.  What the hell? I try to remember having my period in November but I am coming up blank. The last period I remember was in October,  the first part of October.  I remember because it was right after my Mom's birthday. I turn the page and yep, October 5th has a circle with a line through it. So why didn't I mark through November's and December's? I scan through the month of October and my eyes land on the 14th. 

The day I spent with the Winchesters, the day I lost my virginity to Dean, the day that…..oh fuck. Oh god no!

At school, I can’t concentrate on anything. My calculus teacher calls on me and I don’t hear her. The words ‘I’m pregnant’ keep repeating over and over in my head. I can’t be pregnant. I only had sex once. But once is all it takes, I tell myself. 

I get through the rest of the day, barely, and by the time the last bell rings I am a nervous wreck. I know what I need to do. I have to go to the pharmacy and buy a test. But everyone knows everyone in this town and I know old Mrs. Wilson will tell my parents that she sold me a pregnancy test. 

Walking into the drugstore I am praying and hoping that Mrs. Wilson possibly has the day off and someone else is working her shift but no such luck. As soon as I walk in she sees me and smiles. I return the smile and walk down the farthest aisle from the one I need.  As I trek slowly through the store, pretending that I am looking at different things, I come up with a plan. I’ll just take one off the shelves and ask to use the bathroom. 

When I get to the correct aisle I feel overwhelmed. There are so many! Different brands, different processes. I find one that looks easy enough; what is more easier than just peeing on a stick? Stuffing the box in my bag, I head toward the front of the store, grabbing a package of maxi pads on my way.

“Hello Rebecca,” Mrs. Wilson greets me. “How are you today?”

“Hi Mrs. Wilson. I’m good. Listen, is there anyway I can, uh...use the facilities here?” I ask as I show her the maxi pads. She nods in understanding and points me toward the bathroom.

I quickly shut and lock the door and lean against it, taking a breath. ‘Come on Rebecca. You can do this.’ I think to myself. ‘It might even be negative. Could be something completely different wrong with me.’

I pull the box out of my bag and step toward the toilet. I know I don’t have that much time before Mrs. Wilson comes to check on me. Pulling the test out of the box, I quickly read the directions. 

1. Pee on stick

2. Wait 5 minutes.

3. Two lines means pregnant; one line means not pregnant.

Ok simple enough. I do as instructed and place the stick on the sink. This is going to be the longest five minutes in history!

How can something so inconsequential as a piece of plastic change your whole life? Plastic is nothing but synthetic polymers that can be molded into whatever is needed. In this instance, this piece of plastic was sculpted into a thin white stick with a window on the end. And in that window was life-altering news. Two pink lines. 

I stare at the test for what seemed like forever. I’m pregnant. I am only a few months away from turning 18, graduating high school and going off to college. Yet, here I am carrying Dean Winchester’s illegitimate child. I place my hand on my still flat stomach and look in the mirror. “I’m pregnant,” I whisper to my reflection. I didn’t even realize I am crying until I see the tears streaming down my face.

Hearing Mrs. Wilson heading my way, I hurry and wipe my face clean and pick up the positive test, sticking it in my pocket. I open the package of pads and take one out and cram the unused one into the bottom of the trash can. At least, that way it will look like I used one and not raise any suspicions with the old busybody.

After paying for the one item I won’t be needing for a while, I leave the store and head home. How am I going to tell my parents that I’m pregnant? Of course they're going to want to know everything. Well, maybe not everything. They know how babies are made, they have me after all. But they are going to ask a million questions. Who’s the father? Where is he now? Does he know? Is he going to be a man and step up? I only know the answer to one of those. Dean Winchester is the father. That’s all I know. He used me and then up and disappeared the very next day.

I get home and am relieved that both my parents aren’t home yet. I have a few more minutes to come to terms with the fact of my situation myself. I run upstairs to my room and fall onto my bed, burying my face in the pillow. While I am alone, I decide to go ahead and get it out. The anger, the frustration, the heartache. 

I am 17 years old, a senior in high school and pregnant by a boy who split in no time afterwards. The tears come instantaneously. How am I going to be able to fulfill my dream of going to college and becoming a psychologist? I can’t be raising a kid while going through years of study at Harvard to get my bachelor’s plus an internship. By the time I’d be done with all that my child is going to be at least 10 years old.

Damn him! Damn him and his boyish charms and his mesmerizing green eyes and his sexy as hell body. 

“Damn you Dean Winchester! I hate you. I wish I’d never met you,” I scream into the fluffy cushion. “I hope wherever you are that your dick falls off and you can’t do this to some other poor girl!”

Fuck, is all I can think. How many girls had he done this to? How many illegitimate babies did he have? He had said his family traveled a lot so there were probably girls all over who were pregnant or had bared his offspring. 

"Fuck," I sigh. "If I get an STD because of him I'll hunt him down and kill him," I growled. I begin punching the pillow, pretending it is Dean’s face. I can’t believe him. How dare he take advantage of me like that!

But then I realize, he didn’t take advantage; I clearly gave him exactly what he wanted. ‘Dumbass! I am such a dumbass. I walked right into his trap and didn’t even understand what I was getting into. I was so dumbfounded and surprised that he wanted to talk to and hang out with me that I just followed him along like a lost puppy. And then I gave him the one thing that I could never get back. All because of a few words and some attention. How much of an idiot am I?’

Shaking my head at my stupidity I head to the bathroom to clean off my face and get prepared to confess to my parents. They are going to be so disappointed in me. It’s going to break their hearts. I’ve been talking about going to Harvard and becoming a psychologist since I was in middle school and now that is just a pipe dream. It won’t ever come true now. 

I don’t have much of an appetite so I just push my food around on my plate. I feel bad about it because Mom had rushed home from work and went straight to cooking and now my stomach is all twisted up and I can’t eat.  It looks like they are about to be finished with their dinner so I decided no better time than the present.

“Mom? Dad?” I begin. “We need to talk.”

“What is it sweetie?” My dad says as he gets up to put his plate in the sink. “Did you get a C in class or something?” he turns back to the table with a jesting grin on his face. “You know you don’t have to be completely perfect in everything.”

Mom and Dad have been telling me for years that I was pushing myself too hard. That it doesn't matter to them if I get straight A’s or not as long as I don’t fail. But I wanted to prove to them, and myself, that I could. And so far I had; I am only a few credits shy of graduating high school with honors. 

“Oh, I’m not perfect,” I tell him, looking down at my hands in my lap. “Far from it actually. I-uh-I have some not so good news. You might even call it upsetting news.” 

My parents both look at me, perplexed. Mom speaks up first, “What is it Rebecca? Are you dying? Do you have cancer or something?” 

Leave it up to Mom to think about a worse-case scenerio. Of course in her mind, the most distressing would be that I only had a few months to live. Which, in this case, it’s kinda true. A few more months and life as I know it is over.

I pull the positive pregnancy test out of my hoodie pocket and lay it in the middle of the table. Clear as day, anyone can see what it is. My dad suddenly sits down and puts his head in his hands and Mom…well, Mom stands up, looks at me with pity and walks out of the dining room. A few minutes later, I hear their bedroom door slam shut. 

The commotion brings Dad out of his stupor and he looks up at me. “How did this happen, Rebecca?” I quirk an eyebrow at him at the absurdity of his question. “I mean, I know how it happened. When?”

“Back in October. I hung out with this guy and his little brother and we watched a movie and ate pizza and popcorn. After the movie was over, his brother wanted to go to the arcade and it left me and Dean in the room, alone. One thing just led to another.” I finish with a shrug of my shoulders.

And just like I assumed, Dad begins badgering me with questions. “Who is he? Does he know about the baby yet? Is he going to step up and take care of it and you?”

I sigh before I answer. “His name is Dean. Dean Winchester. No, he doesn’t know and probably never will. He and his brother were staying in the motel across town while their dad was working. He’s gone now. Left the day after. I don’t know how to get in touch with him.”

Dad and I sat there in silence after I told him about Dean and how he was no longer around. I can see the steps of processing Dad is going through on his face. At first he is angry, livid even. Then he is just mad. But what breaks my heart is when my dad looks at me and all I can see is disappointment. 

I feel like such a failure. I failed my parents and myself the moment I allowed Dean to come into my life. The moment I had sex with him. 

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#dean winchester #john winchester #sam winchester #wounded hearts #past haunts sequel #rebecca quentin #smut #fluff #angst #dean x becka #high school

[ofhoneyandrosepetals]

We Move Lightly - 12

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N moved back in with her parents, after 7 years of taking care of her grandparents in another town. She had no idea how her neighbors would be, or who would they be, or even that she would fall in love with one of them.

Warnings: no warnings; I guess we’re all used to a little swearing, right? But there are mentions of a possible boner.

Word count: 3,693.

A/N: you can keep up with the fic with the link to the masterlist in my bio! It’s a different content and I hope you enjoy the chapter! Also, the second half, which I wrote a long time ago, I did it thinking of @akamaiden and the day she said to me how much she likes Amy. I hope you like her special too, Mari. <3

Ivar was remembering the last day with Y/N, him in top of her, the way she giggled and moved under him, her fingers tucked under his loose long hair, her sighs through every kiss. That was enough to give him a boner, and the thought of that was overwhelming.

That was a delicate subject for Ivar, and he struggled with agony like a man in a battle who wouldn’t reach Valhalla and suddenly realized it.

If he could name one insecurity, that was it. Not the lack of inexperience, but the lack of actually being able to do that. He had some shitty bad experiences in high school and those things still haunted him sometimes in the present days. It was something he thought he could never tell her. Because of it he thought, so many times, to end it. To just stop going around her like an idiot and give some shitty excuse, because that’s what guys did, right? It was what Sigurd and Hvitserk did all the time. 

But Ivar didn’t want to be that type of guy and especially towards her. She didn’t deserve that kind of behavior, but she also didn’t deserve a guy who couldn’t do that. 

It was during these thoughts that Ivar always got attached to what his mother always said to him: “you deserve a chance, too, Ivar. And no, that is not selfish.”

But how could it not be selfish? His mother always said that, but before Y/N’s appearance into his life.

As a teenager Ivar felt that it was somewhat ridiculous and childish to be so close to his mother, but those feelings were just a phase - which didn’t prevent him to be even closer to Aslaug; he just never showed it outside his home. Nothing could ever break the bond between him and his mother. 

Aslaug, almost losing her baby at birth and almost dying as well, had a protection feeling towards Ivar that her other sons, growing up, envied the given attention. Now, all of them grown up, they didn’t care about it much anymore - they understood.

Not that Ivar could say the very same about Sigurd, but who cares?, Sigurd’s a prick who still seeks for attention.

Basically, Ivar was in a relationship with Y/N and he still didn’t know how to feel about it. He was so freaking afraid. Afraid of disappointing her, afraid of him disappointing himself. 

But last night… Last night was a good sign, right? Maybe it was a thing just in his head. And what if she is the one?

“The one…” Ivar said lowly, smiling a bit afterwards. 

He couldn’t say what she had that made him like her so much.

It was just those fragments of seconds in that night in his house, when he encountered her at the stairs. That was enough - it was like she was made out of a dream. After this first shock, her naivete stamped on her face was what caught his attention. He also sensed some “anti-Lothbroks” in her, which he found it was pretty funny - and adorable. 

Not wanting to brag himself or whatever shit, but he wasn’t like his brothers - naming Hvitserk and Sigurd -, and he wanted to show her that. Not to win her, but just to show. Because suddenly, he cared. She seemed to be such an amazing girl and he wanted like crazy to get to know her.

And she obviously didn’t like his family.

But now? Her best friend was hanging out with Ubbe and Hvitserk - yes, of course he knew it - and Y/N even came to his brothers’s birthday commemoration.

If she thought Ivar was like them, then she would’ve never agreed to go out with him and they would’ve never had those moments together. They wouldn’t be where they are at the moment.

So now he had two good points.

If that didn’t proved that she liked him indeed, then what would?

Plus, there was the canvas.

Yes. The canvas.

Ivar sighed.

“Am I some lucky bastard?”

“STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF, YOU IDIOT!” Hvitserk roared from his room, next to Ivar’s, slamming the wall. Seconds later, Ivar’s door opened. “Look: Amy is great, I like her, but I just can’t stand her anymore talking about Y/N and her love for you. I don’t know what that girl saw in you, but she does like you, you fucking twat, so stop with that emo vibe. She likes you, you like her - all for real -, this should be enough.”

“I can see what made Amy be with Ubbe, but with you it’s something that still troubles me.”

“If it troubles you than it means you think about it, which means you’re a weirdo.”

Ivar smiled at his brother, his shoulder supporting himself at the door frame. 

“Stupidities apart, I mean it,” Hvitserk says. “I know how you’re feeling about all that, Ivar. I was there too, with you. I know you’re probably…” Hvitserk shook his head, afraid of saying the wrong thing to Ivar. “Afraid, I don’t know. But Y/N is Y/N, she’s an amazing sweet girl, good-hearted soul. If,” Hvitserk stopped, afraid to continue.

“Go on,” Ivar said harshly.

“If what you are afraid of happening, really happens, I have doubts that she’ll even care. And if this matters to her, I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t be mean. It’s just not her personality, Ivar,” Ivar clenched his jaws. He understood Hvit, but the thought of it was painful. “I’m sure none of it will matter, bro. You deserve a chance. You deserve to be happy, damn it.”

“What if…”

“Enough of what if. If what if, she wouldn’t have a broken heart. Maybe only if you end up things”

“But I would have a broken heart.”

“You think you would. You wouldn’t,” Hvitserk sighed. “Enough of it already, Ivar; everything will be fine. Now, man to man,” Hvit stepped inside the room and shut the door behind him. He grabbed Ivar’s chair and sat at the end of his bed. “Did you ever… you know…” Hvitserk gestured towards his own dick. Ivar thought to play it a little hard.

“Come on Hvit, that should be fun,” he said in a mocking tone. “What is it?”

“I know you know what I mean,” Hvitserk pointed a finger at Ivar.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Ivar raised his shoulders. “I’m just a cripple who couldn’t get laid after his legs got fucked up.”

“Come on Ivar, that’s just mean.”

“I don’t think so. You guys say it all the time.”

“I don’t. Sigurd is the one who does. Stop joking around, you little prick. With her, did you ever felt… you know, a thing down there?” Ivar raised an eyebrow at Hvitserk. “Gods, did you two ever get to a point where you could feel it?” Ivar laughed.

“I think so,” he passed one hand through his hair.

“You think so?”

“Every time I touched her I always felt a little excited.”

“You’re just a perv, then.”

“Shut up, not that way,” Ivar threw a pillow at him. “I always felt like my nerves were throwing a damn rave, and when I kissed her the first time it was like the party exploded and I was in combustion.”

“That’s… one way to put it.”

“I’m not a damn poet, Hvitserk.”

“You sure read a lot,” Hvit looked at Ivar’s bookshelf. One book was missing.

“Yeah, horror.”

“No wonder you described it as being in combustion.”

“Every time I kiss her is like the first time, Hvit,” Ivar continued, ignoring Hvit’s comments. “Yesterday she came in, and we were on the bed…”

“Did you made out?”

“Yes, Hvitserk. We were kissing.”

“Did you touched her?”

“Meaning…?’

“Did you touch her?”

“It was not an intimate touch, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Okay,” Hvitserk had in his face an air of someone who was professional in the subject.

“I was on top of her…”

“A good leg day… Go get her, tiger!”

“Hvitserk I fucking swear to all the Gods I’ll kill you if you keep interrupting me to act like a teen boy,” silence. “Thank you. It wasn’t a big deal, I was just in top of her, and we were kissing, her fingers were tucked in my hair, her thighs clenched against each other as mine were in each side of her body, her sighs…”

“There’s your poet side,” Ivar gave Hvitserk a deadly look. “Got the message,” he raised his hands.

“It just came, man. It’s not something I’m used to, but I knew what it was and what it meant.”

“You got a boner.”

“I got a boner.”

“Were you afraid she could knew it?”

“She definitely couldn’t see it, and I don’t think she felt it. Plus…”

“Oh, there’s a plus.”

“There’s a plus. Mom knocked on the door and I kinda lost my balance…”

“You fell, didn’t you?” Ivar nodded. Hvitserk laughed. “I’m pretty sure mama’s knock made your boner disappear like that,” Hvitserk snapped his fingers.

“I got fucking nervous, man. But I kinda hurt my leg and Y/N kissed my knee. She was so sweet, and I could never imagine all her sweetness would get me like that.”

“Two boners, then?”

“Yep.”

“So what are you afraid of?” Hvitserk, plain like that.

“Kinda direct, huh? I don’t know. What if the time comes and I can’t do it?”

“There,” Hvitserk started shaking a finger at Ivar. “There it is the what if again. You can be nervous, but I don’t think your dick isn’t going to work. You just… need to relax. Don’t rush, so you won’t be so nervous.”

“Yeah… Thanks, Hvit.”

“Come on, man. I’m glad you talked to me about it.”

“Because you’re the professional, right,” Ivar rolled his eyes.

“Hey, you’re the one who’s saying it,” Hvitserk slapped Ivar’s foot. “By the way we’re throwing a barbecue in two days, I’m inviting Amy,” Ivar raised a questionable eyebrow. “Just invite Y/N. You guys look cute together. I guess you’re getting pretty close, huh?”

Ivar looked at his window where he could see her room. She was in front of her mirror, tilting her head. Then, she looked at her window, but couldn’t see Ivar on his bed. She looked back at the mirror and started moving it. Ivar laughed. So that was what went through her mind when she looked over his window yesterday, when she got all jumpy.

“I can say so, yes.”

“Text her,” Hvitserk said before leaving. And so Ivar did it.

Barbecue this week? How do you feel about it?

Her response was immediate. Ivar looked at the window, but he couldn’t see her. I feel like your family is stuffing me with food. But... 

But…?

But we already have your brothers’s parties. The ones that they’re still probably fighting about, she said we. She included herself and Ivar as together. As a couple. I’m definitely not used to it, he thought gently.

What if I say I managed us to skip both Hvitserk’s and Sigurd’s birthday parties this weekend?

You did it?

I did it.

Thanks god, Ivar laughed at her reaction. Okay, then. I’m in. The barbecue, I mean. Should I text Amy about it?

I don’t think so, Hvitserk said he’ll do it.

Oh… Hvitserk. So you know.

Yeah, I think everybody knows except for Ubbe.

Poor Ubbe…

He’ll live. 

Just like Amy said. She thinks he’s still in love with his ex, and Amy was probably right. Ivar knew his brother. 

But hey, if anything goes sideways I’ll rescue you and we escape with my carriage, Ivar quickly changed the subject.

Sideways? Why would things go sideways?

It's my family’s barbecue. Something can always go sideways, Y/N laughed.

Well, I guess that’s always a possibility. By the way, your book is in good hands!

I trust you, last night before Y/N leave he lent her one of his books. He had no idea why he did it, all he knew is that he wanted her to get to know him a little more. Piece by piece.

Always a honor, Ivar Lothbrok. xx

Ivar smiled at the double x. He felt pretty much like an idiot in love. 

[How Margrethe got back with Ubbe - an Amy special]

“You’re… you’re Ubbe’s ex…” Amy realizes.

Amy was visiting Y/N, as always - and, as always, they would drop a barbecue. Nothing was out of place, except for the blonde girl that Amy had never seen before. She came with Hvitserk and she saw the way the blondie was looking at Ubbe.

“Yeah,” Margrethe confirms, completely embarrassed and uncomfortable. She had no idea of what to expect, but definitely not that. She didn’t know where to look, and that’s why she kept staring at the floor and her own feet.

“Name’s Amy,” Amy gave Margrethe her hand to shake, showing excitement, because, well, that’s Amy.

“I know,” Margrethe let out in a whisper while shaking Amy’s hand. “Hvitserk told me.”

“Hvitserk, huh?” Amy said with a malicious smile. “So you two…?” She let the rest of the sentence in the air.

“Oh, no,” Margrethe looked around and started to walk. Amy got the hint and followed her. “Me and Hvitserk were a… just an one time thing, not so long after my breakup with Ubbe, but Hvitserk isn’t the one.”

“Ubbe is,” Amy finished for Margrethe, who nodded. She was finally realizing the whole situation.

“But now me and Hvitserk became good friends, he understands me.”

“Margrethe, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I met Ubbe because of Ivar, and no one told me a thing at the time…”

“It’s okay, really. This will pass. Life goes on,” Margrethe smiled without happiness. She wasn’t blaming Amy for anything, she was blaming herself for letting Ubbe go. Her heart was shattered.

“But you care about him, I can see that,” Amy said. “I happen to have great eyes to see,” she said silly, getting a smile from Margrethe. “I want you to know,” Amy started, and Margrethe looked at her eyes, hopefully. She couldn’t help herself. “That I have no intentions with Ubbe,” Margrethe blinked blankly at Amy.

“What do you mean?”

“Ubbe is just this fun thing, you know? I see him only when I come here and he doesn’t even have my number - I like to play it like that,” Amy could see the hope in Margrethe’s eyes. “You shouldn’t let that man go.”

“Already did.”

“It’s not too late, and I will not be in the middle of a potential relationship,” Amy said determined.

“Don’t talk with Ubbe, please! It will make him mad!” Margrethe begged.

“But honey, I’m a cupid. I was born to bring couples together,” Amy said in her Amy-way.

“You don’t know how it ended…” Margrethe said sitting on a chair and Amy did the same. “I started being jealous of Ubbe, of the girls who talked with him, I thought that maybe he could leave me for them, because I wasn’t good enough.”

“And why on the Earth would you think that?”

“Because…” Margrethe gestured vaguely to the yard. “Do you see all of this? They have money, a lot of money. They were born in a wealthy family, nothing ever lacking. But me,” she pointed at herself and got closer to Amy. “I’m not wealthy. I’m not poor either, but compared to them? Sometimes I feel ashamed…” Amy understood her. When Amy got kicked out of her house to take care of her own, she felt ashamed about telling that to her best friend. Because Y/N would never be kicked out of her house, because her parents loved her, different than Amy’s folks.

“But you shouldn’t feel like that,” Amy said to Margrethe, thinking about the time when she told Y/N what happened and how she freaked out because she didn’t know anything. “That’s who you are, and the amount or lack of money doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t. What means is what you do with it. It’s what you do with your money that matters. That will tell what kind of person you are. I don’t know your position in this, but I know one thing: you should never let a man be above you because of money,” Margrethe was staring Amy in the eyes, taking in everything.

“I… yeah, you’re right, but I couldn’t help…”

“Of course, I understand.”

“And all those girls were from college, they have money as well. Sometimes when he hanged out with his friends I wanted to go together, I wanted to be seen with him, as a couple, but sometimes he would say ‘it’s a men night-out’ and I would argue, gosh…” Margrethe covered her face. “I was such a jerk. I didn’t understand anything. He never complained when I had a women night-out and he never complained when I talked to other men, but I… I’m ridiculous.”

“Margrethe, you’re not ridiculous. You just didn’t know how to control yourself.”

“I see all of my mistakes and I live with them, knowing that I won’t have another chance.”

“Hey, who said that?” Margrethe looked at Amy. “No one, right? But I’m telling you this: Ubbe’s fond of you, I can see it. I can see it and it has never bothered me. Ubbe may think that he likes me but, in the end, the one who he really wants is you, Margrethe.”

Margrethe smiled and sniffed.

“Well, Hvitserk’s fond of you too, actually,” Amy laughed.

“I know.”

“No, I mean it. When he first saw you, the first thing he did was call me to talk about you. He took some time to tell me that you’re hitting Ubbe, but I kinda figured that out earlier. And I know Hvitserk, he might have a wandering dick, but he’s so down for you,” Amy laughed out loud, catching some attention at the two of them.

“Well, my pussy is kinda of a wanderer too,” Margrethe laughed. Amy took a deep breath. “Can I talk with Ubbe?” Margrethe bit her lips and looked at the grass. She nodded once. “‘Kay! Sweet!”

Amy got up in a little jump and started looking for Ubbe. He was sitting at the back of the backyard, drinking and laughing with some friends of his. Amy got closer and the guys realized her, as well as Ubbe.

“My woman!” he greeted her with open arms. “C’mere, let’s sit and drink!”

“Actually,” she held his hand. “I need to talk with you, privately,” she looked at the other men, asking gently, and all of them left. Amy sat.

“What is it?” Ubbe asked, quite curious and worried.

“I don’t know how to tell you this all of a sudden,” she sighed. “But… we can’t see each other anymore, Ubbe,” Ubbe froze. “It’s not you, but it’s not me neither. It’s just… a situation that I got tangled in the middle.”

“I’m not following.”

“I want you to reopen your eyes and see someone in this place,” Amy said while holding Ubbe’s hand. He liked Amy - a lot. But he never felt consistency coming from her.

He starts looking around and sees Margrethe.

“She asked you this, right?” Ubbe said angrily.

“No, she didn’t; I wanted to.”

“Why?”

“Why?” she repeated. “We’re in this game for so long and you ask me ‘why’? It even looks like you don’t know me at all,” Amy starts to think. In that “so long”, she and Ubbe had met what, seven times? With more sex than talk? “You really don’t know me,” she whispers more to herself than to Ubbe. He was staring Amy, not following her logic, completely lost. “I’m a fucking cupid, Ubbe, and that woman over there,” she discreetly pointed her head at Margrethe. “Committed mistakes, but she loves you and is willing to change and give it one more shot.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“Goddamnit, man!” Amy snapped at him. “She sees her mistakes, she blames herself, she misses you and she loves you. She wants you. Isn’t it enough?”

Ubbe looks at Margrethe, than at Amy. She’s right. He and Margrethe were much younger, and now they were adults. Something had to change after all this time, but not his love for her, and apparently not her love for him.

Amy watched Ubbe as he took Margrethe in, how his expression was changing, how his eyes were changing. He was realizing Margrethe, all over again. He was remembering the good times - and the bad ones too, but the good overcame the bad.

He sighed and took a mental reminder: he wasn’t feeling any consistency coming from Amy; it was just sex. Why would he try to keep her for a future if it was only sex for her? Plus, he knew how Hvit was flirting with her and how she looked at him, he wasn’t blind. He knew there were something in there, and as Amy was in the middle of him and Margrethe, so was him in the middle of Amy and Hvitserk.

A second chance for his first love? Yeah, that didn’t sound so bad. A second chance to a future where it held a family? That didn’t sound so bad either.

Ubbe nodded only once.

Amy smiled, made a little party, kissed him on the cheek and went for Margrethe, giving her encouragement eyes.

She watched from the distance as Margrethe and Ubbe talked. Hvitserk came to her side.

“So,” he started, way too close to her. “I heard you’re a cupid and brought the old couple back together.”

“Yeah,” she said smiling.

“Margrethe couldn’t stop talking about Ubbe, it was getting exhausting.”

“Exhausting?” She asked looking at Hvitserk with hungry eyes. “I know what I’m exhausted of,” she looked back at the couple. Ubbe went forward to hug Margrethe.

“And what would that be?” Hvitserk asked, already seeing the upcoming happening.

“Not getting laid at this party,” she looked at him.

He smiled lustfully and grabbed her hand, guiding her upstairs while he took the last sip of his vodka.

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See the Sun

Chapter 2: My Birthday Girl

Featuring: Dr. Chris Beck x Plus Size Reader

Warnings: drinking, fluff and angst

Summary: it (y/n) birthday and it’s luckily the day you get to video chat with Chris.

AN: my life has been so crazy this summer. Sorry for the delay on posting this.

Chris had been gone for two months and even though she tried not to think about him all the time he seemed to always been in the back of her mind.

She woke up in the morning at sunrise because it was one of the days she got to video chat with Chris. She was starting to feel like every moment of her life was leading up to these video chats. She kept telling herself that couldn’t fall in love with him, that they were just friends but it hard to tell your heart something when it seems to be already wanting to make up its mind.

She sat on her computer staring at the screen waiting for the call to go through. She couldn’t wait to see his bright eyes and crooked smile. The laptop rang for a moment before Chris’ beautiful face popped on the screen. His eyes were as bright as she remembered and his smile made her melt suddenly.

“Good morning,” he rasped.

“Morning,” she couldn’t help the huge smile on her face.

   “What have you been up to since we last talked?” he asked as he messed with the collar of his navy NASA sweater.

“I would say same old same, but Lola’s birthday was yesterday so I got to take care of a bunch of drunk friends in a bar,” she thought back to the night before when she went out with her best friend and bunch of their other girl friends.

His eyes brows knit together as he gave her a crooked smile, “did you drink?”

She shook her head, “someone had to be dd and take care of all their drunk asses.”

He let out a soft laugh he knew that she rarely drank she was always the responsible one that would look after everyone and make sure they got home safe.

“You know you’re the total mom friend right?” he laughed lightly.

She nodded her head well aware that she was the mom friend. She had been like that since she was a little kid. She was the one that would look after all her cousins at any family event, and the person all the neighbors would hire to babysit.

“I have been like that since I was a child,” she laughed.

“I love your laugh,” he sighed lightly. He regretted the words the as soon as they left his mouth though. He was trying his hardest to keep this friendship innocent, but it was so hard when he cared for her so much.

Capturing her bottom lip between her teeth she stared into his pool blue eyes even the computer screen couldn’t hide how bright they were

“How’s space so far?” she asked causing him to smile.

“It’s still big and covered in stars,” his little dad joke caused her to laugh softly.

“You’re such a dork.”

He shrugged his shoulder and smiled, “so what do you have planned this week?”

“I have a big work party in two days that falls on my birthday that I’m trying to convince Lola to be my date to.” She wished that Chris was home so he could be her date. She hated the fact she had to bug her best friend to go with her.

“Why don’t you ask someone to be your date?” he hated the fact that he had to try to push the girl of his dreams to try and put herself out there to date someone else.

“I can’t think of anyone else I would want to ask,” she sighed. She hated when he would do this. She knew this was his way of trying to make sure she didn’t wait around for him.

“There’s nobody?” he said as he pushed his fingers through his hair.

She shook her head and swallows.

“(Y/N)…” he hesitated because he wasn’t even exactly sure what he should say to her.

“Yeah Beck?” she leaned forward and rested her elbow on the table.

“This is hard,” he said softly. He wasn’t even sure what made him think that this could possibly be easy. He didn’t know what made him think that he could possibly just push aside his feeling he had for her.

“It’s extremely hard,” she whispered.

“What do you want for your birthday?” he asked changing the subject.

She smiled at the fact that he remembered her birthday was this week, “I don’t need anything.”

He shook his head, “I have to get you something.”

She knit her eyebrows together, “how would you get me something when you’re way out in space?”

“You underestimate my abilities,” he said with a soft laugh.

“I don’t need anything I enjoy being able to talk to you.”

“I don’t like that answer,” he bit his bottom lip holding back a laugh.

“I don’t know what to tell you then mister,” she laughed.

“Hey Beck,” someone called from behind Chris.

Her heart sank a little know that meant that this was going to be the end of their call for two weeks.

“One second Martinez,” he looked over his shoulder and said. Looking back at the screen he found (Y/N) looking at him with sad eyes. “I don’t want to say goodbye, but.”

“You have space stuff you have to do,” she said softly.

He nodded his head, “next time we talk you’ll be another year older.”

The side of her mouth lifted into a small smile, “yep.”

“I know I shouldn’t say this, but I miss you a lot.”

“I miss you too Beck.”

“I’ll talk to you in two weeks doll,” he sighed not ready to hang up.

“Okay goodbye Beck,” she sighed as her eyes started to brim with tears. She didn’t think should ever make it through a video chat without crying.

“Bye (y/n),” he gave her one last smile before the screen went black in front of her.

She shook her head and pushed back the tears that were threatening to fall. She knew this wouldn’t be easy, but she didn’t expect it to be this hard.

A heavy sigh passed her lips as she stood up from the table. She loved talking to Chris whenever she got a chance, but always saying goodbye to him made her so sad. She didn’t understand how she managed to meet the perfect man at the worst time possible.

Glancing at the clock by the table she knew she needed to start getting ready for work. She pulled herself off to her room to start getting ready. Walking over to her closet she picked out something wear. As she put her clothes on, she couldn’t help but think about Beck like she always did.

- -

A few days later

Coming home work, she didn’t expect to see a note on her door. Picking it up she couldn’t help but smile to see it was from Chris.

Happy birthday I wish I could be there to celebrate with you.

Ps. I owe Lola big time.

Always, Beck

She smiled as she picked up the note and stared at it for a long moment before opening the front door. Walking inside her eyes grew wide at the sight of a huge bouquet of yellow roses. There was a slight sting in her chest at yellow roses being the color of friendship, but she couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he went out of his way to have Lola to get two dozen rose in her apartment while she was at work. She bit her lip as she smiled staring at them. Reaching into their pocket she pulled out her phone and texted Lola.

Thank you for helping out Beck.

Sitting her phone down on the counter she walked over and picked up a rose and stared at it for moment. She thought to herself how did she literally manage to find the most perfect guy literally imaginable, at the worst time.

Her phone dinged and she picked it up see a text from Lola.

Lola

That guy is a damn good guy. He made me promise to take you out to the work party tonight and to make sure you actually drink.

She smiled at her text and shook her head.

I feel like I have a lot of emotions today and honestly need to drink them away.

Her phone dinged thirty seconds later with another text.

Lola: Dress slutty I’ll be home by six.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Lola’s text. Lola really liked Chris but she agreed with him (Y/N) shouldn’t sit around and wait for him for over a year. She had been friends with (Y/N) since college and knew about her plans to hopefully have a family and start the white picked fence dream by the time she was thirty. She knew as well as Chris that he was throwing a wrench in her plans. She knew how happy he made her best friend, but she also knew that (y/n) shouldn’t sit around and wait for a guy she spent one whirlwind week with. She thought she was insane when she threw all she had into those nine days she spent with him. She knew that their relationship had most likely one out come and that was heart break for Stella. Lola had watched her get her heart smashed back in college junior year. She wasn’t sure (Y/N) would ever trust men again after what the asshole Blaine did to her. Lola and (Y/N) met freshman year of college when they were roommates and became best friends immediately. They even lived together now.

- -

Walking into the her work party she looked around to see that a lot of her coworkers were already pretty tipsy. Lola laced her fingers with her best friends and led her straight towards the bar.

“So, your space man told me tonight you were the one getting drunk,” Lola smiled leaning against the bar.

“We both know I’m terrible at drinking. You lived with me in college you know this first hand,” she wasn’t looking forward to drinking whatever he best friend picked out for her.

Lola leaned against the bar and flirted with the bartender and order herself a drink and (Y/N) a drink. It only took a moment before the bartender sat a shot glass in front of her and a tall glass that looked like it was mostly vodka with a splash of cranberry juice.

“Happy birthday,” Lola said with a huge smile on her face.

She picked up the shot glass and stared at the clear liquid wide eyed. She saw the hangover coming before she had even taken a drink of clear liquid. She brought the shot to her lips and tossed it back and cringed as the liquid slid down her throat.

“Another one please,” Lola said to the bartender before she could even set the shot glass down on the table.

Lola was definitely planning on getting her best friend drunk and at this rate it wasn’t going to take much. Another shot was sat in front of her and she glared at her best friend for a moment before she took the shot. She shook her head as liquid slid down her throat.

Lola sipped on her own drink with a smirk on her face.

“You better take care of my drunk ass tonight,” she complained before taking a sip of her vodka with a splash of cranberry.

“Oh, believe I’ll hold your hair while you puke your guts out,” she said before taking another drink of her vodka and cranberry. “The quicker you drink that the quicker we can get out there and dance. Maybe we can find you one of your cute coworkers to take you home tonight.”

Stella rolled her eyes and shook her head, “we both know that’s not happening.”

Lola sighed they had had this conversation over and over again, “Don’t let him stop you from living your life.”

She closed her eyes for a long moment she hated having this conversation with Lola. She exhaled, “he’s not stopping me from doing anything. I’m not closing my heart off.”

Lola shook her head, “we both know damn well that’s utter bullshit, and so does Chris.”

“Can we please not have this conversation right now. I already had it with Beck the other day, and I promise I’m not completely closed off. I can’t help it that I care about someone who is literally a million miles away. If someone was to actually ask me out though I wouldn’t say no to going on a date.”

Knitting her eyebrows together Lola stared at her, “you promise me that would actually give another man a real chance?”

“Yes, I would give another man a chance,” she sighed. “Can we now finish these drinks and go dance?”

Lola smiled before chugging the rest of her drink. (Y/N) quickly drank her own extremely strong drink. Lola sat her glass down on the bar and reached down and laced her fingers with (Y/N)’s and led her off to the dance floor where some of her coworkers who were her friends were dancing. They all took turns hugging her and wishing her happy birthday. It didn’t take long before the group of girls were dancing and having a blast. Lola snuck off to get her best friend another shot. She didn’t want to take knowing that her already tipsy state was walking the very fine line between drunk and tipsy. She took the shot and got cheers from her friends.

They danced as a group for what felt like hours. It didn’t take long for her wobbly self to walk over to the bar attempting to get water. Leaning against the bar a man walked over that worked with her. He was one of the few guys that worked with her that she actually found attractive.

“Happy birthday,” he said leaning against the counter giving her a smirk.

“Thank you, Dan,” she slurred.

“I don’t think I have ever told you this but you look really good,” his chocolate eyes traveled down her very curvy body. Her cheeks flushed pink as she realized he was checking her out.

“Thank you…” she wasn’t what else she could say to him. She was attempting to not close herself off but she didn’t like the idea of flirting with anyone who wasn’t Chris.

“Did you maybe want to dance?” he asked as he rested his hand on her arm.

“I kind of have a boyfriend,” it wasn’t the truth. Technically according to Chris, they were only friends, and him and Lola would both be pissed if they found out she was turning down a chance to dance with someone she found attractive.

“Oh, my bad. Who is your boyfriend?” he pulled his hand off of her.

“His name is Chris Beck and he’s an astronaut,” she sighed.

“The Doctor Chris Beck?” he asked shocked.

“Yep that’s him,” she bit her bottom lip suddenly wanting to disappear.

“Well that’s cool, well if you guys don’t work out maybe we could hang out sometime,” he said before walking away.

She ran her fingers through her curled hair and let out a heavy sigh. She leaned over the bar and got the bartender who was flirting with Lola to pour her one last shot.

That last shot was the nail in the coffin. Lola walked her drunk ass out of the bar and held her hand and led her through their apartment.

Lola helped her get dressed for bed and brought her a makeup wipe so she could clean her face. Lola tucked the birthday girl in and then headed off to her own room.

She laid in bed for a few moments before she reached over to her nightstand was and grabbed her laptop.

Opening her emails, she found an email from Chris with subject as “Happy Birthday”. She clicked on the email and suddenly wanted to cry as she read his sweet words.

My birthday girl,

I wish that I was able to send you more then flowers and a few notes for your birthday. I’m up here in space while hopefully Lola is taking you out for your birthday and making sure for once you aren’t sober one taking care of your drunk friends. I’m assuming that by the time you actually read this email it won’t be your birthday anymore, but I wanted to be more then I was able to say in my small note with your flowers I sent you.

I have so many things I want to say to you, but I can’t bring myself to say to you. I don’t think I have ever thought about anyone more then I think about you. Even surrounded by a million stars I can’t help think about how they’ll never compare to the way your freckled kissed skin looks as the morning light shines through the curtains.

Even after reading this I need you to still keep your heart open.

Always, Beck

Her eyes brimmed with tears as even in her drunken state she read his email over and over again. Even when he makes little confessions, he’s attempting to be selfless by telling her not to close herself off.

She knew in her drunken state she shouldn’t respond to his email, but she felt like she had a lot of things she needed to say to him.

Beck,

I don’t think I can even put into words how much I miss you, and your touch. I try to tell myself often that I shouldn’t think about you but I always do. Seeing the flowers, you sent me for my birthday honestly made my day. You’ll be happy to know that Lola took me out tonight and got me very drunk. I can already feel the hangover coming on. Tonight, some guy I worked with asked me to dance and I couldn’t bring myself to say yes to him. Please don’t be mad but I can’t picture myself being held by another man when the only one I think about is you. I know I’m probably drunkenly rambling and that when you read this it will make no sense. I guess I just wish that I could actually see you and talk to you more. I wish that I could have actually spent my birthday with you.

Love, (Y/N).

She closed her laptop and soon fell asleep.

The bright light shining through the curtains woke her up and was greeted with a pounding headache that was reminder of all she had drank the night before. She groaned as she rubbed her eyes. Her eyes grew wide as she remembered that she drunkenly emailed Chris.

Grabbing her laptop she quickly opened it and turned it on and got suddenly nervous when she saw she had another email from Chris.

Star Girl,

I can tell we are both left wanting to say a lot of things that we shouldn’t say out loud. I wanted nothing more in the universe then to have been able to actually spend your birthday with you. I’m glad Lola took you out and made sure for once you weren’t the sober friend. I hope you aren’t too hungover today.

I’m not mad at you for not dancing with the guy you work with, but I want you to actually give people a chance to get to know the amazing girl I know. I can’t be selfish and expect you to just be mine. Oh and I find your drunken rambling cute just so you know.

I agree with you I want nothing more then to actually talk to you more and to be able to see you. I look forward to our video chats every other week.

Always, Beck.

She sighed as she read his email a few times, she wished that he would just ask her to wait for him because honestly, she was pretty sure she was waiting for him. She didn’t think it was possible to share the same feeling she had for another man that had for Dr. Chris Beck.

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BTS reacting to another member finding your bra.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: mentions of sex ; mentions of spanking ; language genre: crack ; mentions of smut

a/n: heey bb! yep, I’m quite well thank you, hope you are as well!! thank you for the request, I really loved writing it!

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kim seokjin

You and Jin were in the kitchen making dinner for everyone, when Taehyung walked in, seemingly looking for something.

“Do you remember where I put the crackers I bought last week?”

“Uh.. I think in the cupboard over there, hun,” you pointed towards the one, while you were still sitting on the counter, your legs dangling back and forth and your eyes on your boyfriend, a happy smile gracing your features.

You were so focused on him, that you didn't even see what Tae pulled out of the cupboard.

Definitely no crackers.

“Why.. why is there a bra in here?”

“Oh my god, I've been looking for that one for days,” you jumped off and grabbed it out of his hands, “Thank you,” you kissed his cheek, before quickly running into Jin's bedroom to safely store it away.

Your boyfriend was completely frozen, hoping Taehyung would simply walk away and.. let it go.

“I don't think I'm going to eat anything out of this kitchen for a little while,” is what he ended up saying when walking out of the room.

Oh, come on. Jin was old enough to know how to clean up after himself. He had made sure there were no stains left afterwards.

min yoongi

Another day for recording the new Cypher, both Hoseok and Namjoon currently alone in the studio, as Yoongi was still on the other side and talking to another producer.

“Oh?” Namjoon narrowed his eyes at something lying in the corner, “What's that?”

Hoseok immediately started laughing when he realized Namjoon had just picked up a bra and thrown it back like it had been an insect.

“Okay, we're ready,” Yoongi said as he joined both of them.

“Hyung.. why is there a bra in here?”

“What? Why would there be..-” but then he remembered the conversation you and him have had yesterday. Where you had told him you were indeed missing a bra. So that's where it ended up. You'd be happy he had found it again and he quickly picked it up, “Well, where do you guys think the moans on our tracks come from? You want them to be authentic after all, right?”

jung hoseok

The boys were all in the showers of the dance studio, casually talking to each other while getting into separate stalls.

All but one.

Because Jin suddenly started screaming like he had seen a ghost, all boys immediately rushing towards him, not caring that they were naked. They had seen each other like this too many times now to give a fuck.

“Okay, who of you that are in a relationship had sex with their girlfriend in here?”

Obviously everyone said no, all saying it was someone else. 

But nobody saw Hoseok quickly packing it into his backpack when he left the bathroom and happily presenting it to you when he got home.

“Look what I found!”

“Oh my god, you are a blessing, Jung Hoseok,” you grinned, “This is my favorite one,” you cupped his face and pressed your lips against his.

kim namjoon

Bangtan had their own personal meeting room where the members held a meeting once a week to talk about certain matters. You know.. important ones.

But today, the only thing everyone was talking about was the bra that Jungkook had found on the floor.

And there was only one member who was bold enough to do it in here and who had a girlfriend.

“Did you do it on the table?” Taehyung asked, Jin, Jungkook and Jimin immediately raising their arms from the surface of it.

“No, no, no, you did it on one of the chairs, right?” Hoseok laughed, all three of the guys now standing up

“Can we please talk about important things? Not where I had sex with (Y/N)?” he rubbed his temples in frustration.

“I bet my ass he did it on the chair, table and floor with her,” Yoongi nodded in agreement with himself, “She always looked a little.. kinky.”

But when Yoongi wanted to inspect the bra any further, Namjoon quickly snatched it out of his hands, not wanting this kind of clothing to be looked at so closely by any his members.

From now on, he’d be more careful, that was for sure.

park jimin

Jimin and you were chilling on his bed, you lying between his legs and watching a movie, when Hoseok came in.

“Hyung! You're back,” your boyfriend said happily, “How was it?”

“Fine. I'll have to leave again, though, my sister wants to meet up. Just wanted to get her birthday present.”

“Ah, it's under the bed, in case you forgot.”

Right, thst's where he put it. He almost wanted to thank Jimin.. if it weren't for the bra lying next to the present.

For a moment he just stared at it in disbelief, then he picked it up with one finger and walked over to Jimin’s side of the room, the bra still dangling from his finger.

“Park Jimin. I'm giving you five seconds to explain why there's the bra of YOUR girlfriend under MY bed.”

“Okay, I think I'm going to leave now,” Jimin wanted to grab your hand, but you managed to escape before that, “Good luck, babe!”

“Hyung, wait, it's not..- it's not what it looks like, I promise!”

But it was exactly what it looked like.

kim taehyung

It happened about three days ago, when you had come along to one of the MV shoots. You two ended up chilling in the car because it had been so cold outside and then Tae suddenly locked all doors and.. well..

Now, that they were on their way to the newest location and Yoongi actually just wanted to make himself more comfortable, he realized there was something at his feet.. something that felt.. quite soft.

“Well, well, well,” he said with a laugh as he picked it up, “That's quite pretty.”

“Oh my fucking god, who had sex in here?!” Namjoon asked with his face scrunched up.

“Just look at the bra, it's a designer brand. There's only one person in here who would buy their girlfriend a bra like that.”

All eyes immediately turned to Taehyung, who pretended he couldn't hear them through the headphones, even though he definitely did.

Next time, he'd spank you for leaving something like that in here.

jeon jeongguk

You were all watching a movie in the living room, but then the boys decided they'd rather play some Wii instead.

And when Jimin got up to turn it on, he found a bra lying behind the TV.

“What the hell?” he picked it up, “It's.. it's a bra!”

Both Jeongguk and your eyes widened at once, remembering what you did in this living room only one week ago and the fact that you had lost exactly this bra on that day.

“Oh my god,” Tae laughed, “Look at Kookie and (Y/N)!”

At that point, everyone could tell who it belonged to, given how red and embarrassed you two were. You quickly hid your face in his chest, pressing yourself against him as much as you could.

“Stop teasing,” Jeongguk begged, but they obviously wouldn't.

No, you and him would hear about this for a looooong time.

#bts imagine #bts reactions #bts x reader #bts #bangtan #bangtan reaction #bangtan boys #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #bangtan sonyeondan #reader #bangtan x reader #bangtan boys x reader #requests

[canadian-riddler]

The Girlfriend: Part Four

Synopsis: It’s almost better when GLaDOS DOESN’T try to be nice.

He’d gone home last week and it had been a bad idea.

He’d known it was a bad idea before he’d even done it, but heading cheerfully towards his own destruction was kinda his thing.  So, he’d done it anyway.  And now he was sad.  What he really, really wanted to do was go to GLaDOS and see if she could make him feel better.  He hadn’t even tried it, though.  He was pretty sure she didn’t know how to do that sort of thing.  She didn’t even know what to do when she was sad!  So he’d been kinda… avoiding her a little bit.  Kinda.  He couldn’t really not be around her, since he’d obviously been trying to get closer and closer since the day he’d arrived there, but he wasn’t like… trying to touch her or anything like that.  He wasn’t even really talking that much.  And of course she’d noticed, but she hadn’t really done anything.  She just kinda kept giving him this look.  He was actually totally surprised when, on his third day back, she asked, “Claptrap.  What’s going on?”

“Nothin’,” he said, even though you didn’t have to be a super genius to tell that was a really bad lie.  “I’m good.”

“You aren’t ‘good’,” GLaDOS insisted.  “What happened back home?”

He stared at her for like two minutes before he realised he had to answer the question.  “How did you know?” he asked, totally shocked.

“Oh, come on,” GLaDOS said, sounding extremely insulted.  “You were fine before you left and now you’re all mopey.  You don’t have to be a genius to work out what happened in the middle.”

Oh.  Well.  He wouldn’t have.  He shrugged, wondering if there was still a way out of this.  “People are just… mean to me there.  That’s all.  No biggie.”

“Then why did you go to see them?”

“Because they’re my friends.”

“Excuse me,” said GLaDOS in disbelief.  “Your friends are mean to you?”

He knew he was gonna catch it for saying this, but it was the only thing he could think of.  “Well… you’re my girlfriend and you’re mean to me.  Soooo… yeah.  They’re my friends.  Even though they’re all jerkbags.”

It hit him that he sounded kinda like a whiny three-year-old.  He was definitely older than that, though by how much was anyone’s guess.  He had a birthday, but it was totally made up.  Come to think of it, how old was GLaDOS?  Should he have asked that before they’d started all this?  Oh, but girls didn’t like talking about their age…

“Am I?”

He had to remind himself he was in the middle of a conversation.  “Are you what?”

“Mean to you.”

He had no idea how to answer that!  Was it a trick question?  Was he not really supposed to answer it?  Or was she seriously asking?  “Uh… yeah?”

“When?”

He stared up at her for a minute, trying to figure out what, exactly, was going on here.  “Like… every day?”

Her optic narrowed, which was usually when he needed to start being nervous.  “That’s ridiculous.  I am not mean to you every day.”

“Yes!  You are!  There’s not a single day goes by that you’re not!  You were yesterday!”

She leaned in closer, almost seeming to squint at him.  “Name one thing I did yesterday.”

“You said, and I quote, ‘If it had been up to me, you and everyone at quality control who allowed you to roll off the assembly line in one piece the day you were deemed adequately functional would have been terminated.  Permanently.’”

“Yes,” GLaDOS said, “and your response was, ‘You say that like a person who thinks Hyperion has quality control’.  What, exactly, in that sentence indicates you were bothered by what I said?”

He drew up his chassis and held up one hand in order to protest, thought it over, and realised he had nothing to say.  Because she was right.  Again.  Yeah, what she’d said had been pretty mean, but… no.  He’d just said what he’d said and that was it.  He slumped back down again.  Man.  He was so used to getting beat on that he waved it off when his girlfriend started tearing him down.  That was pretty depressing.  He couldn’t even argue that she just should’ve known better, because he already knew he was almost the only friend she’d ever had.  She didn’t know better, because he’d never told her.  And he’d never told her because… 

Now he was thinking about it, he just plain didn’t want to know if she’d just pretend he’d never said anything.  Nobody else had ever cared about this kind of thing.  Maybe she would.  Maybe, if he asked or if he kinda nudged her in the right direction sometimes, she’d actually be nice to him!

That was so stupid he almost laughed.  Nice to him.  Sure.  Right.  And maybe tomorrow it’d turn out he could climb stairs or that he’d had fingers all this time.

“Has your mind wandered away from you again?”

Sorta, to be honest.  “Um… yeah.  Yeah, I was kinda… bothered by that.  It’s just… easier to blow stuff off, you know?”

“That doesn’t really solve the problem of why you expect me to be clairvoyant about your feelings.”

“I don’t,” he mumbled at the floor, not able to keep from clenching his hands together.  “I just… expect you not to care.”

“I don’t,” GLaDOS told him bluntly.  “Most of the time, anyway.  Occasionally there’s a momentary blip in the trend, but it rarely lasts very long.”

Yep.  Sounded about right.

“However,” GLaDOS continued, “you should appreciate the fact that I care enough to pretend that I care.”

Claptrap looked up at her.  “I’m gonna need a minute on that one,” he admitted.  “You care but you also don’t at the same time?  How’s that even work?”

GLaDOS tilted her core thoughtfully, and even though he was a bit upset he still managed to find that super cute.  “It’s the difference,” she said finally, “between actively and passively caring.”

He folded up his arms in an attempt to figure that one out.  “So… you care about my feelings as long as you don’t have to do anything about them?”

“Basically.”

“And that means,” Claptrap thought out loud, “that you’re cool with me telling you about ‘em, but not with me asking you to fix ‘em?”

“That would depend on whether I felt like it or not,” GLaDOS said.  “Fixing them, I mean.  A lot of your issues seem to be psychological, and we all know that psychology isn’t Science.”

Claptrap, in fact, did not know that – damn she was smart – but he forced himself back onto the subject at hand.  Now wasn’t the time to get distracted!  “What… what if I don’t want you to fix anything, but a little bit of like… effort would be good.  What would you do then?”

“I suppose that would depend on what you defined as ‘a little bit of effort’.”

He didn’t even have to think about the answer to that one, but actually saying it… he probably shouldn’t do that.  He should probably just drop this right now.  She didn’t care, anyway.  She’d said so!

Well… no.  Not exactly.  She cared enough to pretend she cared.  Even when she didn’t.  And she probably did a little more than she was cool with admitting to.  That was a thing she did.  Just fake that something wasn’t as big of a deal as it really was.  He still didn’t know why – wait.  That actually wasn’t important right now.  What was important was that he really, really wanted a hug.  But how was he supposed to know if she thought that was ‘a little bit of effort’ or not?  Other than asking.  That was always what it came down to, huh?  Having to stare down the barrel of the question and hope the bullet that came out of it wasn’t the dreaded ‘why the hell would I do that, you desperate loser?’, accompanied by scornful laughter.  

Man.  He’d shamelessly asked so many people – a lot of them total strangers – for so many things all his entire life and never hesitated for a second, but asking his girlfriend for anything whatsoever?  Borderline impossible!  How did she do it?

“Uh…,” he said, when he remembered he’d kinda been standing there in silence for a while, “so you remember when… y’know… you were sad about your friend?”

“Yes.”

“And I… kinda helped you out with that?”

“Yes, I remember.”

She wasn’t getting the hint.  He couldn’t tell whether it was on purpose or not.  She hadn’t really moved at all so it wasn’t like she was giving him any hints.  Oh, crap.  He was hoping she’d get it without him really having to ask…

“Oh,” said GLaDOS suddenly.  “It’s a hug you want, isn’t it.”

He was almost relieved.  Almost.  It was kinda cancelled out by the overwhelming terror he was feeling at the realisation that he really, really didn’t want to know if the answer was no.  Because now that she’d, like, actually said it, he was probably going to die if she didn’t want to.  He didn’t actually know anybody who’d died because they hadn’t gotten a hug, but hey!  There was a first time for everything!  And if that was ever gonna happen to anybody, a guy could place bets on it happening to him.

“You’re too far away,” GLaDOS said.

“Huh?”  Too far away for what?

GLaDOS sighed, which was how he knew he’d really started to annoy her.  Because she didn’t need to breathe.  So sighing wasn’t an automatic thing, like it was for meatbags.  She did it on purpose so that he –

Man.  He just could not focus for two seconds, could he?  But that thought just made him even more sad than he already was, and honestly he was being so stupid about it that he didn’t deserve a hug.  He was just gonna leave now.  Yeah.  He was just gonna do that.

“I honestly can’t tell if you want a hug or not,” said GLaDOS.  “Context implies you do, but –“

“I do!” Claptrap said without thinking, whirling around to face her.  Wow.  He hadn’t even realised he’d turned away.  

“You aren’t behaving as though you do.”

“No, I do!” he insisted, and that was when he just went for it.  No chance to talk himself out of it this time!  Just… swooped right in.

He hadn’t actually thought about how she was gonna hug him, and he worried about that for about one second.  He didn’t have time to worry about it longer than that because that was when she started pressing her entire eye into the side of his chassis.  Man, she was really strong.  That whole shebang must have been super heavy for her motor to have been built to output this much force.  

Oof.  And it was a good hug, too.  Like, really good.  So good he kinda felt better but he also kinda felt like he should just start talking ‘cause there was a lot he could say that he could just get out real quick, maybe, if she let him, and – no!  No, he couldn’t!  That was a big no because even thinking about any of that just made him more sad and… oh boy.  Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

He jumped off of her and turned around as fast as he could.  He was not gonna cry on her.  There was no way he was doing that.  Even if she woulda let him, he wasn’t doing it.  That was just too much.  

“Claptrap?”

Great.  Just great.  Now she was gonna think he thought her hugs sucked.  And he didn’t!  It was the best one he’d ever had!  Also one of the only ones.  But that meant she wasn’t gonna try and give him any more and that just made him even more sad than he’d been to begin with!

“I’m okay,” he said, but more to the floor than to her.  “I just… I needed a minute.”

“Look.  I’ll be honest with you.  I have no idea which action I need to take here.  So if you want me to do something – or stop doing something – you’re going to have to come right out and tell me.  I’m not going to be able to guess.”

Oh geez, she was trying to be nice.  And worse, it was working.

“The hug was good,” he said in a small voice, fitting and unfitting his hands together.  

“Then why did you go over there?  You are aware that I can’t chase you, right?”

Ohhhh, he wanted that hug real bad.  But he had to wait until he knew he wasn’t gonna cry!  He could go cry later, but not now!  Not when she was helping!  He bounced up and down, waving his hands in front of him.  

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” he said quickly, wanting to move as faaaaar away from the topic of crying as possible.  “I’m coming!”

Ohhhhh, it was nice.  It was so, so nice.  He realised he didn’t even care she couldn’t hug him from both sides.  Literally everything else about the hug made up for it.  She was so big and warm and strong and –

“You don’t have to go back there,” she murmured, and it felt really nice the way her voice kinda resonated inside of his chassis.

“It’s my home,” he said, even though he knew she wouldn’t get it.  “And they’re my friends.”

“Do you know what your biggest flaw is, Claptrap?”

“… everything?” he asked, confused.  As far as he knew, he was nothing but flaws.

“Not quite,” GLaDOS said, and pulled back just hard enough to get him off of her.  “It’s your lack of self-respect.  Most people have at least an ounce or two.  But you…”  She shook her core gravely.  “You don’t have any.  At all.”

Okay.  Well.  She didn’t need to point it out like that.

“Which leads me to wonder,” GLaDOS mused, looking away from him, “if everyone on Pandora truly hates you, or if you merely suffer from an extremely severe case of confirmation bias.”

“Um… what?”

“Confirmation bias is when you gather and interpret information in such a way that it proves what you already believe,” explained GLaDOS, and to his surprise she wasn’t even sassy about it.  “In your case, you believe yourself to be worthless and a waste of time; therefore, you seek out and surround yourself with people who not only seemingly prove that to you, but discourage you from thinking any different.”

For what must’ve been the first time ever, Claptrap didn’t know what to say.  It sounded stupid.  Who would do that?  Who would decide to just… give up on themselves, and then look for people who would happily keep kicking them when they were down?  At the very least wouldn’t they like… ditch the people that made them feel bad?

He couldn’t do that, though.  Then he would have no friends instead of just terrible ones.  And self-respect wasn’t a good enough trade for being lonely.

Was it?

“I would rather live one thousand years and every single one of those days alone,” GLaDOS said, because she’d somehow managed to read his mind again, “then lose an iota of my own dignity.  Especially for people who would be happy if I were dead.”

He almost asked, all in a rush, ‘Would you be happy if I was dead?’, but stopped himself in time.  Even if the answer was no, that wasn’t really what she was talking about.  She was talking about something that you didn’t get from other people.  You got it from yourself.  It was a gift to yourself, because it… because it stopped you from…

From doing the kinda stuff he did.

“I have some,” he felt the need to tell her.  “It’s not zero.  Not a whole lot more than that, but… not zero.”  She didn’t need to know that it almost had been.  Or she didn’t need to know until later, anyway.

“You’re not going to improve it any by hanging out with those people.”

No he was not.  But it’d have to wait.  He could only take so much self-reflection at once.  Before it spiralled into self-loathing, anyway.  “GLaDOS?” he asked.

“What.”

“How’d you get so smart?”

“I do a lot of thinking,” she said, again very seriously.  “The trick is coming up with multiple ways to approach the same subject and, in doing so, preventing yourself from dismissing those alternate viewpoints offhand.  That part can get a bit complex.  This is where confirmation bias comes into play again: you want to ignore these new ideas because they don’t verify what you already believe.  But you can’t.  Everything must be weighted equally.”

He thought he understood all of that.  It sounded like something he’d never even tried.  Well.  Maybe once or twice, a long time ago.  He also did a lot of thinking, but not about deep stuff like that.  He’d have to give it a try!  Who knew?  Maybe it would even work!

“You know,” GLaDOS said, “for a moment there I thought you were going to ask if I would be happy if you were dead.  But you didn’t.  Which tells me you really were listening.  Congratulations.  The bar was low, but you managed to stumble over it.”

“Would you be?” he couldn’t help himself from asking.  She narrowed her optic in his direction.

“Really?”

“You brought it up!” protested Claptrap.  “It’s almost like you wanted me to ask!”

She just turned away from him without answering.  Which meant that the answer was… no.  The answer was no!  ‘cause if it was yes she woulda had a whole spiel to go along with it!  But she didn’t wanna actually say no ‘cause… uh…

Ooh!  It was ‘cause it would be, like, proof that she cared.  He perked up suddenly.

It was that thing she’d just said!  Confirmation bias!  Oho, he had her now.  She believed she didn’t care, so she only did things to ‘prove’ that she didn’t!  Amazing!  He’d learned something today!

Two things, actually.  

“Babe, you’re amazing,” he told her.  She looked over at him almost offhandedly, like she’d managed to forget he was there.

“I know,” she said, with an extremely sexy self-assurance that he was very into and definitely wanted to have for himself.  And he would!  One day.  Not today.  Not tomorrow.  Probably not the day after that, either.  But one day.  

“Also,” he said, hoping he wasn’t going too far with this one, “if the uh… passing whim to be nice to me ever struck ya again, it’d be cool if you… y’know… indulged it.”

She looked at him silently for so long he started backing out of the room, just the tiniest, tiniest bit, but then she finally said, 

“I’ll think about it.”

It looked like the ol’ confirmation bias was about to take a big hit.  For both of them.  Terrifying, but also… kinda exciting!  Who knew what he could accomplish if he liked himself, and while knowing somebody else liked him on top of that!  Man!  He’d be unstoppable.  Just like GLaDOS was unstoppable.

He might not respect himself, but he sure respected her a hell of a lot.  And that seemed like a pretty good place to start.

#GLaDOS #Claptrap #ClapDOS #Borderlands #Portal #fanfic from Indy #also on all the usual places I just don't have to link them because it's not a million years long

[asuma-kousuke-pics]

Ramblings about Kousuke

Okay so I’m a little hesitant to do this, since it actually goes into some pretty personal stuff of mine but... I really can’t hold back an outpouring of love for Kousuke if I tried so... Here goes.  (Please note: I do mention some of my own personal mental health stuff here so, if anyone isn’t comfortable with that, please feel free to skip this post. I promise we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled Kousuke pictures and videos very soon, especially as I have content from yesterday’s stream).  Also forgive my flowery way of talking. I’m a writer at my core, and sometimes that really, really shows. 

 2015 was, as some already know, the year of the very first Engeki Haikyu!! And the start of a certain someone's career on stage.

At this point I hadn't even heard of Haikyu (though, perhaps I had vaguely spotted the manga on our bookshelves at work, but it was a section I rarely paid much attention to), let alone any of the characters and certainly none of actors playing them on stage.

Within the space of two years however, things would change very rapidly and, eventually lead me in that oddly destined way that life seems to unfold for me, to that one certain actor, Asuma Kousuke.

 Fast forward just a little, to early 2016. After a difficult year previously (and some of my lowest lows yet), I was finally on good tracks again.  I was in a good place. And apparently, I was ready to embrace a brand-new obsession.

Anime and manga.

 I hadn't intended to fall quite so face first, but I guess we all know what that's like. 

I remember, very distinctly seeing a video pop up on my timeline on twitter. Pretty sure most people have seen it. That one where all the members of Engeki Haikyu come up to the camera, in character and say a few things and generally play around. Yeah, that one. I saw that and, though I didn’t even really know Haikyu very well yet, I knew vaguely enough to know where they were from. And I got /that/ feeling. I often talk about fate and destiny and for the most part I probably sound pretty silly, but my instincts are usually right. I remember thinking, ‘… one of you is going to end up being very important. I don’t know which one, and I don’t know in what way. But one of you. Definitely.’

That was the very first time I saw Kousuke. And at that point, I had no idea how right that thought of mine would end up being. Especially since at that point I didn’t even know the name Oikawa Tohru, let alone knowing Asuma Kousuke. But… The wheels were in motion, even then.

 By the end of 2016 I’d fully gotten into Haikyu. I was still wavering on my favourite character at that point, but leaning more and more towards Nishinoya (who in the end has stuck as my favourite, not that I think many people know that!), but the series itself in general had utterly won my heart. Yet, still, apart from the brief glimpses of images and clips I still knew very little about the stage play. Occasionally I’d see a gif or picture and marvel at how perfect everyone looked and how well they captured the characters but mostly I was just interested in the anime.

Then Kuroko no Basuke happened. And… That series would need a whole piece of writing for itself... For reasons I won’t go into here.  But this is when I saw images of the Kuroko no Basuke stage play. And this is where I caught my first sight of the person who was due to really set everything in motion. Kuroba Mario. Instantly blown away by how incredibly perfectly Mario depicted my golden boy Kise. I started looking into the stage and realised the production wasn’t far enough in to feature Akashi yet. For now, I still looked at the stage plays as something else that went on, but I didn’t really get involved in.

 But it was only a couple of months before this would all change.

 In that wonderfully complicated way that life likes to move in, I ended up making friends with someone who was a big fan of Mario. And, since they were a fan of both Kise and Oikawa, I ended seeing a little more of Kousuke too.

And then, quite suddenly I found myself looking more and more into Mario, and realising that actually, yes, I did adore him quite a lot. I also presented Kousuke to my dearest Mei, knowing that Oikawa is her favourite from Haikyu (well… Him and Hinata. So obviously once we got going Kenta would become pretty prominent, but we had a little way to go before that yet.)

Yep. The truth that I think Mei thinks I forget. I did originally present Kousuke to her as ‘her boy’. But me being the natural researcher and ever one to keep digging once I get interested in something, it didn’t take long before I was coming back like ‘uhhh…… so….?? Share?’ I’m lucky that she is much, much better at sharing than I am.

Within days both Mario and Kousuke were popping up everywhere I could possibly talk about them. My phone slowly filling up with images and gifs. First of them as Kise and Oikawa, and then slowly branching into other roles, and then of them themselves. Mario had charmed me completely. But I hadn’t quite realised how much impact Kousuke was having until about two weeks in. Incidentally it was my birthday that I decided I’d finally go tracking down the boys social media pages. It was still Mario I followed first on both Instagram and twitter, but Kousuke was immediately after that. What I hadn’t counted on was a sudden relapse of something I hadn’t had to think of for a while.

That bad year I mentioned in 2015? That was when my anxiety and OCD was at it’s peak. That was the year I let things get so bad, but that I was finally able to recognise that I needed help and, thankful to say, I got it. It was tough, but it was worth it to get the other side of it. I’d been free from those kinds of thinking, for the most part ever since I’d gotten into anime and manga. The odd spike thanks to Attack on Titan (…. Worst series to be into when you have anxiety disorder + a favourite character right?), but mostly I’d been good. Maybe focusing on anime characters was easier than focusing on real people. I guess it was.

 It was while I was quite happily scrolling through Kousuke’s twitter account (mostly with the help of google translate, my Japanese was extremely limited at that point), that it happened.

It’s hard to explain, as I guess most things are when it comes to matters dealing with how a mind works, but I remember that cold feeling creeping up on me. An old kind of fear that I’d used to live with constantly. And with it, the cogs in my brain working overdrive. A panic, realising this was a resurgence of something that had trapped me so long. My brain terrified of something, and it hurriedly trying to come up with ways to prevent it. I can’t speak more specifically because, even if at the time my brain thought it had something specific to fear, it usually is more abstract than that. Awful timing to happen on my birthday, huh? But. This time, I had the tools to deal with it. And, while it was scary, I was able to breathe and calm down and not let these intrusive thoughts take over. Within a couple of hours I was smiling, and kinda laughing a little. In a way it was my brain’s way of telling me THIS BOY!! VERY IMPORTANT!! MUST PROTECT!! So. I guessed there was no point denying how very much Kousuke had taken over my world by then. So I accepted it, with ever gaining relish.

 Now I often and quite happily declare Kousuke to be one of the very best things to have happened to me. One of my most prized possessions is my copy of his photobook, which my dearest Mei bought me for Christmas. It’s precious to me for many reasons. But mostly because it’s one item I can constantly count on to help manage my anxiety. It’s partly the distraction of focusing on something else, partly Kousuke’s smiling face and partly… Just that particular warm feeling I get from Kousuke. If things seem difficult to deal with, or I notice a spike in my anxiety, by the time I’ve made my way through Pop Step Jump I’m a little calmer. And feeling a little bit stronger.

 Kousuke makes me so happy, and I recognise and am so grateful for everything he does for his fans. I’m proud to be part of his fanbase, even if I can’t properly communicate with all of them (I promise, I’m learning as fast as I can!) Kousuke has one of the nicest, warmest and sweetest fanbases I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You guys are so lovely. And I can’t thank you enough for how unendingly sweet you are to Kousuke. As someone who’s been in too many fanbases that like to tear their own idols to pieces, this is the most heart-warming place to be. My learning of Japanese has picked up at least tenfold since I started following him. From my stubbornness at still watching videos and interviews without subtitles, and of course Kousuke’s many live streams, I’ve found my understanding growing, even if it’s not exactly perfect. I’ve become bolder in my replies to Kousuke on twitter at including Japanese as well as English. I like to think he sees my improvement over time. From someone who could just about type ‘おはよう’ and ‘おやすみ’ to some basic sentences, I also like to think any mistakes I do make will make him smile as he sees me trying my best.

 I won’t say my anxiety never picks up again. I especially get concerned about missing live streams to the point I think I’ve accidentally made myself ill on occasion. This may sound selfish of me, but this is my inferiority complex at work, and the fear of not doing enough. Please be assured, the standards I set for myself are in no way standards I place on anyone else. I only EVER expect these things from myself, no one else. In fact, I’ll probably think you better than me no matter what. I always want to do as much as humanly possible for Kousuke. That’s probably the only way my anxiety manifests with Kousuke, which, if you’d known me in years past, is actually pretty impressive.

 It’s hard to sum up when I’ve already said so much, and yet so much still feels unsaid. I hope I’ve gotten across at least some of the love and adoration I have for Kousuke. Of how he came into my life, and made it better. How he’s made me stronger and happier in many ways. And how I hope to keep on supporting him, the best ways I know how to. I truly, truly hope I get to thank him in person one day (even if there’s no way I could possibly convey it all, but that’s okay). 

 大好き遊馬くん, ありがとうございます。

And thank you anyone who took the time to read this. ♥ Back to your regularly scheduled posts very soon! - Aka. 

#personal #writing #asuma Kousuke

[bixgirl1]

The Sexual Awakening Of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived - Ch. 20

Well, well, well!  What do we have here?  Are there some happy faces in the crowd? I know there were definitely at least two, yesterday, but I’m pretty sure they were too wrapped up in each other to get on to tumblr. (They waited so long, didn’t they?)

And so, for the for this week’s final post, @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I bring you what happens when Harry and Draco finally return to real life. (I believe we got some Ron requests? I swear you guys are psychic sometimes, jfc. LOLOL).

You can find the previous chapter here: Chapter 19. And for those just coming in or looking to refresh, the masterlist of chapters can be found here: Masterlist

Contains: Awkward conversations, inappropriate revelations, graphic references to to graphic sex and -- can anybody guess? -- the ever scandalous mouth pressing!

Chapter Twenty: Eleven

~MLE Headquarters, Monday, late morning~

Harry, stopping to help a messenger wizard who'd dropped a sheaf of parchment, smiling widely at his thank yous: No, no problem! Of course! Here to help! *claps him on the back* Have a great day! *is stopped by a random person who got lost; signs an autograph warmly* Anytime!

Ron, incredulous: Harry?

Harry, turning around and brightening: *crows* Ron! *wanders over to the doorway of Ron's office and pulls him into a hug* How are you?

Ron, gusting out a breath as he's thumped repeatedly on the back: Okay, so apparently we hug for no reason now?. *peers suspiciously into Harry's eyes when he's released* *whispers* Mate, if you're high, you should take something, I mean if someone finds out--

Harry, chuckling: *heads into his office as Ron follows, baffled: No, I'm just... In a good mood! *sits in a visitor chair, crossing one leg over the other and twitching his foot to an invisible beat* What about you? How's 'Mione? I haven't talked to you since…

Ron, standing lamely in the middle of his office, staring with his mouth open: ...Since last week, I suppose, at the Burrow. *tilts his head curiously* Why are you in a good mood?

Harry, full of energy, grinning: *shrugs* I just--am! What, am I not allowed to smile anymore? *glances around Ron's office* Need any help? I'm killing time before lunch.

Ron, rounding his desk: *sits down, leans back in his chair and scrutinises Harry closely* *abruptly* You're being promoted? Is that it?

Harry: *scoffs, still smiling* No! Honestly, I'm just--happy!

Ron: They're putting in a new coffee machine?

Harry, laughing: Are they? I don't know. I just feel good. Don't you ever have one of those days?

Ron, shrugging: I guess, I mean usually when 'Mione and I-- *eyes widening* Wait a minute-- *leans forward so suddenly his chair creaks* You didn't-- Did you?!

Harry, unable to repress a smile: *staring down at his knees* *bites down on lip to keep his smile from growing* *studiously smooths a wrinkle from his trousers while not looking up* *innocently* Did I what?

Ron, staring fixedly, eyes slightly narrowed: *suddenly scoffs* No, you didn’t, not with the virgin! *uncertainly* D-did you? *hisses incredulously* Did you and Malfoy...?!

Harry, beaming:*bursts out happily* Eleven times this weekend! More if you count--*shakes head; giddy*--everything else. Eleven is a lot--he was pretty sore after the third--fourth?--round, but we're wizards! *nods sagely* Healing charms, you know?

Ron, spluttering vigorously: What the f-- how did-- I mean, when did you-- when did he-- *eyes suddenly bulging* Eleven?

Harry, delightedly: Eleven! And Ron! *looks up to the ceiling as if for answers, eyes going glazed as he remembers Draco laughing unabashedly when Harry bent him over the back of the couch, then gasping when Harry had covered him, sliding into him with one smooth thrust* You'd not believe the things he--we--did. It was... *swallowing hard* Perfect. Like, the way you talked about you and Hermione after the-- you know. He just wanted to try so much! He was just so eager and attentive and Jesus, I was right about his arse, I swear to fuck, I just-- *inhaling sharply with satisfaction, face wide open with untempered joy*

Ron, with a weird warbling sound: *shaking his head frantically* I'm not doing this again with you. Not without a drink. *looking around slightly crazed* Is this why you weren't answering your Floo?! You were buggering your boyfriend's brains out all weekend?

Harry: *nodding frantically, eyes wide and excited* Yes! *wandlessly Summons a bottle of Firewhiskey from Ron's cabinet; tosses it to him without thinking* *gets up and begins pacing* He's just... Like, wildly responsive. You know, he's been wanting to-- *makes an abortive hand gesture*--for the last, oh, month I guess? Since before my birthday. But I sort of accidentally hurt him that night, got all up in my head about it, especially since he hadn’t said-- But it just takes time, you know, Ron? For men. And prep. And sometimes spells. Spells help. And patience. And rimming, that works really well too-- *nods, half speaking to himself*--, I could fucking do that to him all day, the noises he makes as I tongue him. I wonder if I should pick up some flavoured lube... *laughs* Hell, not that he needs it, he tastes like-- *glances up to Ron, grinning*

Ron, looking like he's about to burst into furious tears: I will break up with you if you finish that sentence.

Harry: *staring at Ron intently, but really thinking of the way Draco had gasped and keened as Harry pressed him against the wall that morning, opening him up again with his tongue before jerking him around and lifting him, then fucking him so stupid he couldn't speak for ten minutes* *snaps to* What? Oh, yeah. Anyway. You know we've been--*sheepishly, considering his ramble* doing... stuff a lot lately, but I'm glad we saved it. This, you know? His arse, god, Eleven times, Ron, and he's so fucking tight and perfect around me each time, it's like... *gulps, stops pacing; heads back to the chair and drops into it* *bites his lip and leans forward, face oddly crumpled*

Ron: *checks his watch, shrugs resignedly* *unscrews Firewhiskey bottle and takes a swig* *wipes the back of his hand over his mouth* *hoarsely* What. What the fuck is it.

Harry, chin wobbling a little: *eyes bright* And do you know what else?* I'm in love with him. And he is too. I mean, with me. Malfoy--Draco Malfoy, do you get it?--is in love with me! We're in love with each other. You know, mate-- *shaking his head in stunned euphoria* I'm going to marry him, I think. Fuck, don't tell him that, okay? I should probably give him time to get used to the rest first… Hey, what time is it?

Ron, scrabbling for the bottle again: *takes a long gulp* *slams the bottle down* *wheezing* My lips are sealed. It's-- it's a quarter to twelve and you're really going to marry him?

Harry, happily: *nodding definitively* Yep, if he'll have me. He doesn't care about the Pureblood thing, not like I thought. *a small, private smile curves his lips as he remembers* *looks up, nods again; stuffs his hands into the pockets of his robes* You'll be my best man. *laughs at Ron's open mouth*  Whether you like it or not. I've gotta go. *winks; snickering* Lunch date. My place. I'll see you later, okay? Say hi to Hermione?

Ron, croaking: Will do. *fervently under his breath* As if I even have a choice. Do as the wife says. Do as the arsehole best mate says. Who are you, Ron Weasley, what are you?

Harry, overhearing: *calls out over his shoulder as he walks away* A great fucking friend! See you later. Uh, probably shouldn't Floo tonight either!

Ron, strangled scream: I'm never Flooing you again!

~Monday, late morning, The Ministry of Magic, cafeteria~

Pansy, examining the lettuce on her plate: *wrinkles her nose* How is one supposed to eat this again? *inches her plate away with two fingers* We could have gone somewhere else, Draco. *under her breath* Anywhere else…

Draco, one elbow on the table with a shocking lack of etiquette, head resting on his hand, goofy smile on his face: *poking at his sandwich* Oh, it's not that bad... *sighs, smile widening slightly*

Pansy: *lip curls* What. What is that? *points to his face* *sighs* Can you just tell me how you fucked up with Potter again so I can get out of here?

Draco, blinking up at her in surprise: Fucked up? As in something going wrong between Harry and me? *shakes head, hair falling into his eyes, shy smile creeping in*

Pansy: *narrows her eyes* Draco. Do not tell me that I dragged my Prada covered arse down to the Ministry for-- *disdainfully* --lunch for no fucking reason or I swear I'll hex your bollocks to your thigh.

Draco, chewing his lip nervously, a flush steadily rising up his cheeks: *half hearted scowl* Isn't meeting me reason enough? We missed lunch this Saturday, so I thought we'd make up for it.

Pansy, giving him a flat glare: We "missed lunch" as you so eloquently put it, because you stood me up and had your boyfriend send me a Patronus three hours late, Draco. You didn't even give me a good excuse! "Busy, Pans, will owl?" And now I get soggy lettuce and no gossip about trouble with the Golden Boy. *shaking head, ebony hair bouncing* Why couldn't we have met at a proper restaurant?

Draco, eyes far away as he thinks back two days to when he remembered halfway through sucking Harry off that he was supposed to be at lunch with Pansy and refusing to continue until Harry sent her a Patronus; blushing at the memory being taken apart by Harry minutes after the Patronus galloped out: *coughing awkwardly* Oh-- I-- *lamely* I have an early meeting…

Pansy: *snaps* It's called Apparition, Draco, Jesus. *crosses her arms over her chest* What the hell is going on with you lately? You look-- you look-- *pauses, brows drawing in; perplexed* Well, weird. Are you okay?

Draco, sighing deeply, sagging into his chair with another smile: More than okay, Pansy... *runs a hand through his hair*  Merlin…

Pansy, rolling her eyes: All right, I get it, you're mad for him. He's got a very strong and lean body and he's an extremely skilled mouth presser and you think he may really care about you, though you wish you could be sure and you let him see your chest and you hate his stupid scar and all the attention he gets-- *off his surprised look* --Oh, what? *exaggerated* Excuse me, but you've only been ranting about him for fifteen bloody years! I'm over the shock that you're dating him, Draco. Either give him something good or I'm going somewhere I can eat. *glowers at her plate*

Draco, with suspiciously narrowed eyes: How do you know about his body?

Pansy, scowling: You told me, you daft idiot! You mumbled it over dinner a couple of months ago--*pointedly*--which you rushed through, by the way. Something about having a night-time Seeker's game with him. *disgusted; voice mocking* "He still looks good in his Quidditch Leathers, Pansy..."

Draco, sighing with a grin: But he does look good in them-- *dreamily* ...And even out of them, fuck, but his body is-- *presses his lips together, turning a vivid red and refusing to acknowledge Pansy's interested eyebrow lift* I-- I mean…

Pansy, slowly: Yes, what.. do you mean, Draco? *mouth pursing into an unholy smirk* *teasingly scandalised* Are you telling me that you've seen Potter in less than full attire? Last time you talked to me about this, you were still wavering on whether to try taking off his shirt. You've been... *drums her nails on the table, examining him as his blush deepens and he shifts, avoiding her eyes* ...suspiciously quiet about him since then, come to think of it. Potter's either very patient or it's possible you might have actually...hmmmm... *wickedly triumphant, lowering her voice* You've seen him in his pants, haven't you! Did you--did you let him see you in yours?

Draco, frozen in a wide eyed stare as he recalls Harry fucking him into the tiles in his shower, Draco's cock in his hand, both of their pants forgotten somewhere on the floor of his room for over two days: *scrabbles for his bottle of water and downing a large gulp* *wiping his mouth and carefully avoiding her eyes* S-something like that…

Pansy, sighing: *instantly growing bored* Right. Well, congratulations on finally deciding to take off his shirt. *straining to be nice through gritted teeth* I'm very happy that you like each other and that you've seen bits of his body, but I actually am hungry, Draco, so--

Draco, almost vibrating on the spot, hands balled into fists, eyes overbright and slightly crazed: *bursting out suddenly* Harry and I did all the naked touching! *slaps a hand over his mouth as Pansy puts down her fork*

Pansy, waving a lazy hand: Yes, yes now can we-- *screeches, half-rising in her seat* --Naked touching? What kind of nak-- *at the sharp, panicked hex Draco sends her way* *sits back down, eyes huge, mouth working silently for several long seconds* *faint, disbelieving* A-all the naked touching? *breathes deep, recovering a bit* So... You... Used your.... Hands on him then? Right?

Draco, visibly fighting off a smile but looking completely mortified: Hands... *leans forward and whispers* M-mouth-- everything. *panting* We did everything, Pans. *swallows hard*

Pansy: *sputtering* But you don't know what everything is!

Draco, licking his lips and finally breaking into a huge grin: Oh, I wouldn't be so sure, my darling Pansy.

Pansy, blinking hard at Draco's smug look: *eyes go shifty* *airily* Oh, well,then I'm sure you know all about how he might want you on your hands and knees to... *raises an eyebrow as Draco looks at her without cringing* ...touch you... *slower; shocked when Draco's mouth pulls into a smirk* ...while you're naked? ...Draco, why aren't you shutting me up?

Draco, eyes shining: Why would I when he's already done all of that and-- *blushes deeper but continues anyway* --and I enjoyed it - so much?

Pansy, taken aback: *blurts* He'll want to put his cock in your arse!

Draco, shushing her and looking around: *glaring at her but looking very pleased* He did want to, yes. And he did. Several times. *thoughtfully* I lost count after the 7th time…

Pansy: *makes garbled, choking noise* *stunned* He didn't! You wouldn't! That just-- Draco! *searching gracelessly for words* I- you- you haven't even told me you'd taken off his shirt! *low and furious* If Potter convinced you to-- when you didn't want-- I'll Avada Kedavra the sonofa--

Draco, facepalming: For Merlin's sake-- *leaning forward and hissing* I asked him to. No, scratch that-- I begged him to. *leans back and crosses his arms and legs, smug and satisfied at her expression*

Pansy: *voice small* But-- but you hadn't taken off his shirt!

Draco, apologetically: Yes, well-- We've gone a lot beyond...shirt removal and, yes, I-- I haven't told you yet-- *before she can flare up* --But then I haven't told anyone!

Pansy, blankly: But... You're not married. *at Draco's sudden stricken look* *helplessly* I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. You know how I feel about-- but... Draco... It's always been so important to you to stay-- *shifts awkwardly*-- pure. And I know you're mad about him, and that Potter really likes you too, but if it turns out to be just that... *quietly* I just don't want you to get hurt.

Draco, looking slightly hurt: Do you think I'd...with just anyone? I love him, Pans... *softly* We're in love.

Pansy, eyes widening: Well, of course you wouldn't, but.... *softer, uncertain* Potter feels the same way? *attempting a smile* Maybe he has better taste than I thought.

Draco, nodding as he looks down at his hands: I don't have a doubt.

Pansy: *sighs, shoulders relaxing a bit* *lighter, smug* Well of course, how could he not? So... Do I get any details? *wheedling* Any? Assuming this is all true, of course, which honestly--I'm not completely convinced of…

Draco, narrowing his eyes playfully at her: I'm not new to your whole reverse psychology act, Pans-- *laughs at Pansy's excited lean forward* Maybe just this once. A little. What the hell can we even cover in the span of one lunch? It's barely enough time to tell about his sinfully talented tongue - I mean, Merlin, Pans, the things he's done to me with his ton--

Harry, jogging up to him, skidding to a halt: *swoops down and lifts Draco's face for a long, deep kiss, stroking into his mouth with his tongue for much longer than could be deemed remotely appropriate* *pulls back, breathless and flushed* *straightens, practically tap-dancing in place, face excited and eager* Hey, baby. Where've you been? I thought we were going to-- *notices Pansy, staring, her jaw hanging open* Er... Hey Parkinson, didn’t see you there. *back to Draco* --have lunch. *looking at him with unsubtle significance* We were going to head back to my place? For lunch. Remember? *jerking his head in a let's-get-out-of-here motion*

Pansy: Whaa--

Draco, beaming up at him: Well, I haven't eaten yet anyway, so-- *gets to his feet and takes Harry's hand, seemingly unable to stop himself kissing him swiftly once again* *gazing sappily at him as they turn away* *abruptly pauses and turns back* Pansy, darling, you don't mind, do you? *stares intently, eyes pleading openly*

Pansy: *whispering* You did. You really did. Salazar. *turns to Harry, clearing her throat as she sizes him up* If you hurt him, I'll make that scar on your forehead the least painful thing you've ever had to endure. *stands, turning to Draco* Of course not. I need to find some real food anyway. Ta for the chat, love. *pointedly* Owl me later. *walks away*

Harry, staring after her in astonishment: What'd I do?

Draco, kissing his jaw to regain his attention: *low* I was hoping, me.

Harry, breath catching: *raises eyebrows as his mouth curves*

Draco: *returns the feral grin he receives; drags him out determinedly*

#virgin draco #not any more #he has been sexually awakened people #and he's damned happy about it #so is harry #i mean eleven times? #come on #good thing harry made sure they drank so many fluids #they were obviously thirsty #and also? #i'm legit sorry ron #you're a good man #you poor fucking thing #lololol #congrats to the happy couple #more next week! #loveglowsinthedark #innocent pureblood #(sorta) #randy prat #(always)

[jedifighterpilot2727]

Kryptonian Lena headcanon: Taylor gives Lexi a bracelet as an anniversary gift and kara and Lena interpret it as a marriage proposal, because thats what giving bracelets meant on krypton. So when they see it they're like "Lexington Luthor Danvers you did NOT get married without even telling us" and its a cute little misunderstanding

So I changed it from Kryptonian Lena to regular Lena since I wanted to make it a full chapter! Hope you don’t mind!The Bracelet

Lexington Olivia Luthor-Danvers is beyond ecstatic.

She’s … she’s …  

What’s the English word?

Euphoric.

Yeah, that’s it.

Euphoric.

Intense excitement and happiness.

She can feel it, tingling along her nerve cells, tapping her fingers against her thigh as she studies the interactive galaxy hologram in front of her.

It’s her birthday, one of her favorite holidays. It isn’t like the winter holidays, where all of her family gets together and the laughter fills the apartment. And isn’t like her adoption day, where she just feels so much and all at once. But still, it’s nice and people are nice, and she had brunch with Taylor that morning and her moms are on their way to take her to dinner…

It’s a nice day, and she sighs happily as she gazes up at the planets and stars swirling around her. She needs to remember to get with Uncle Winn next time she visits National City so they can program in the new planetary system that was discovered last week. She could do it herself, but it’s their project, she can’t just fix it without him. Even if all it would take was a simple -

A knock on her dorm room door startles her out of her thoughts and she bounces up, throwing it open to reveal her parents standing in the hall.

Kara is mid-sentence when she launches herself towards her ieiu.

Her ieiu gives the best hugs - tight and warm and perfectly calming to her jittery nerves. They stand like that for a long moment, swaying back and forth with the force of their embrace before Lexi pulls back.

“Happy birthday, little one.”

She grins at the nickname before turning towards her Mama, not hesitating as she pulls her into an equally fierce hug, the smell of expensive perfume flooding her senses. It smells like home, in a way that she can never replicate, and she sighs contentedly.

Some people (most people), would be scared shitless at the sight of Lena Luthor- Danvers standing in their doorway; all four inch stilettos, knee length trench coat and a tight bun, but Lexi’s never been able to see her that way. She has a healthy respect for her parents of course, but how can she be scared of someone who does all the voices (British accent included), when she reads Harry Potter?

“Happy birthday, Ma’ Chroi.” Lena whispers against her hair and she grins again before pulling back to tug them both inside.

“I just have to get my shoes and we can go, Taylor is meeting us at the restaurant - she had a last minute assignment she had to work on.”

“No rush, the reservation isn’t for another half hour.” Lena smiles, gazing around at the hologram. “The Dewalt system isn’t in programmed in here yet.”

“I finished working up the code for the planet scans yesterday, but I wanted Uncle Winn to help me program it in.”

“Ah!” Kara exclaims. “Speaking of Uncle Winn and Uncle James… “ She digs around in her purse for a moment before presenting Lexi with a small but beautifully wrapped package. “They said something about how they couldn’t send this through the mail.”

Lexi’s hand darts out to grab the package as she squeals in delight.

“Yes! The cheat code synthesizer we’ve been working on for Warlocks and- I mean, the totally legal, definitely not cheating … expansion pack.”

She looks nervously to Kara but her mother’s eyes are trained on her wrist.

“What’s that?”

“What?” She raises her arm, the bracelet on her wrist sliding across her skin. “This?”

They’ve caught Lena’s attention now, because she shuts down the hologram and focuses on Lexi.

“Is that a bracelet?”

“Yes? Taylor gave it to me for my birthday.”

“Taylor gave it to you?“

She hasn’t heard her ieiu speak in that tone since she and Astraid ‘accidentally’ orbited the Earth.

Her heart rate quickens.

“Well, I mean she made it? She’s been taking a metallurgy class … “

Lena grasps her hand, gently bringing the bracelet up to eye level.

“It’s a beautiful bracelet.”

To anyone else, it would sound normal, but Lexi can hear the slight tremor.

Was she going to cry?

She wants to ask what’s wrong, but Kara’s voice interrupts her thoughts.

“Isn’t it a little soon for bracelets?” Kara’s hand comes up to adjust her glasses and Lexi does the same.

A fidgeting chain reaction Lena likes to call it.

“I don’t think so? I mean we’ve been dating for over a year!”

Kara looks like she wants to say something but Lena’s hand on her shoulder stops her.

“I’m sure she has a perfectly good explanation for why she didn’t tell us.”

“Lee, our little girl got married and didn’t tell us! What’s a good explanation for that?”

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Married?!

“What?!” She hopes the shock she feels is evident on her face, because there’s a lot of it.

“We talk everyday.” Her ieiu looks so sad, and Lexi feels a pang of guilt, even if she isn’t sure what she did to cause it. “I just thought you would tell me about something this big. I mean, even if I don’t approve of your timeline, Taylor is a nice girl -“

Lexi knows that interrupting isn’t polite manners, but sometimes the situation calls for it; such as now.

“Do you - do you think I’m married?”

Her moms look at each other and then back to her.

“You exchanged bracelets.”

Suddenly, it all clicks.

“No, no, no, no.” She paces the floor, wringing her hands. “We didn’t exchange bracelets.”

“No?” Her ieiu looks a little less hurt, but the trademark crinkle is still there.

“No! She just gave me this bracelet, for my birthday, because that’s what human girlfriends do sometimes. Definitely not- I mean she doesn’t even know the Kryptonian tradition of giving bracelets, and even if she did, we’re not - I mean, I love her but - I’m not ready for that? And I would definitely talk to you guys about it first.”

“See, I told you there would be a perfectly good explanation.” Her Mama says, looking at her ieiu admonishingly.

“I’m sorry,” Kara says, relaxing, and Lexi can feel her stress level go down. "I freaked out, you’re just growing up so fast and I just worry that we aren’t as close as we used to be.”

“I wouldn’t get married without telling you! And I certainly wouldn’t get married at 19!”

“Good, because I would hate to have to ground you.” Lena warns her teasingly.

“You can’t ground me at university.” Lexi laughs as she tugs on her loafers.

“Mmm, don’t tempt me Lexington Luthor-Danvers, I know the Dean.”  

Lexi can’t help but roll her eyes at that.

“You know everybody, Mom.”

“Exactly, which is why we have reservations at the new Italian restaurant you’ve been, quote, ‘dying to try’. Reservations that we’re going to miss if you don’t hurry up.”

“I’m ready! Unless you guys want to give my present now … “ She trails off, gazing up at them hopefully.

“Ha! Nice try. After dinner.” Kara shoo’s her out the door and the three of them head down the hall.

“I can’t believe you thought I got married without telling you.”

“It’s your mom’s fault, she wouldn’t let me stop for a snack - you know how irrational I get when I’m hungry.”

“You ate an entire pizza right before we left National City!”

“So I haven’t eaten anything in almost two hours! I’m probably delusional at this point.”

Lexi can’t help but grin and shake her head as they board the elevator. She may not be married yet, but she knows exactly what she wants it to look like when she does.

“Speaking of food,” Lena says excitedly, "I’ve heard this restaurant has a Tuscan kale to die for.”

“Aww,” Kara leans into give Lena a kiss and Lexi rolls her eyes, turning to stare pointedly at the door. "I think it’s adorable how excited you get over something that tastes so nasty.”

Yep.

She definitely wants it to look like that.

Because later that night, she knows Kara will end up with a giant plate of kale.

And three servings of lasagna, of course; but isn’t that what marriage is all about? Compromise?

                     Fun fact, Lexi started college early - which is why she’s about to graduate with a double major at 19, and she also has a single person dorm room because having a mom who is a billionaire tech genius CEO has it’s perks!

And also I kinda struggled with this chapter because I’m so used to writing Lena POV, so let me know what you think! I might end up doing more Lexi POV chapters if ppl like them

#supercorp #superfam #Lexington Luthor-Danvers #the lexington chronicles #fanfiction

[megamanx1994]

Xenoforce II Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Science meets magic (Disclaimer! I own nothing of Xenoblade Chronicles!) Ok let’s recap. I just got rejected by the hottest girl in my class because she was dating Chuck Qwark, the captain of the Paintball team. Most people call him ‘Chargin Chuck’ cause of his charge move. Meanwhile my friends say they have a mission for me and then trick me. Apparently they forced me to take a day off from studying just to enjoy myself and relax. So here I am stuck here in the festival. May as well enjoy myself while I can. I was walking around and seeing people enjoying themselves. The good thing about this is, no Chuck to mess with me. Something caught my eye. Someone was doing a magic show. “Guys and girls, girls and guys, gather around and feast your eyes,” she said. “What’s goin’ on here?” I asked myself. I saw this girl with a wand. “Thank you,” she said, “For my next trick I’d like a volunteer.” All the boys were trying to get her attention. She saw me in the crowd and reached her hand out to me. I took it and she brought me to the stage. “Hold this,” she said. She gave me a hat. She then got a ball. “For my next trick, I will transform this ball into something magical,” she said. She tossed the ball into my hat and used a magic spell. The ball turned into magical doves. “Whoa,” I said. The magician bowed and I joined her. I suddenly had another vision. Something was about to fall and hit the magician. The vision stopped and I noticed sparks coming from the sign. Someone sabotaged it to make it fall. Acting quickly I pushed the magician out the way and used my digital headband to make hands to catch the sign. People were amazed at what I did. “I should probably put this back,” I said. I placed it back where it was. “Thank you,” she said. She got out her cellphone and called one of the teachers. “Hi its Kitty,” she said, “I think we’ll need more security around here.” She was talking to the teacher and I was just looking at her. “Gosh, she’s quite the showmen,” I said. “Ok, bye,” said Kitty. She hung up. She came over to me and I acted natural. “Thank you,” she said, “For saving me from the falling sign,” she said. “Oh, no problem,” I said, “Are you alright?” “Just a few problems but I’m ok,” she said, “Thanks again.” “Your name’s Kitty isn’t it?” I asked, “I overheard your name was Kitty, I haven’t hear that…. Well I have cause it’s the cat… but not that I hang around cat stores or anything like that.” She laughed. “You’re funny,” she said. “Really?” I asked. “Of course you are,” she said. “I’m Morrison,” I said as I shook my hand, “Michael Morrison.” “Kitty,” said Kitty as she blushed, “But…. You already knew that.” There was a moment of silence. “Sooooo are you doing anything right now?” she asked. “Not really, just sproutin’,” I said. “Well wanna hang?” she asked. “Uh, how tall is your boyfriend?” I asked. “I’m single,” she said. “Sure,” I said. We spent the night walking around the festival. I won Kitty a prize from the water game. She returned the favor and I got a glowing sword. We then went to the Ferris wheel. I was actually having the time of my life and it was more fun than studying. Later the festival started to close. “Thanks again for hanging out with me Michael,” said Kitty, “You’re a pretty swell guy.” “Thanks,” I said, “So, same time tomorrow?” “Most definitely,” she said. She went away and winked at me. (To the 4th wall) Scene Change. I pushed the scene and went to the main lobby with my friends. “So how did the tests go?” asked Anela. “I still aced the test and didn’t miss a single question!” I said. “What’d I tell you?” asked Bryan, “You needed that day off.” “I guess you’re right,” I said, “Plus I met this girl who happens to be a magician.” “Wow,” said Micah, “A magician.” “Maybe Mr. Stephens was right,” I said, “Maybe I should take some days off more often.” “You bet your ass you should,” said Ej winking. “Bryan, he said a bad language word,” said Anela. “How much people did you tell about this?” asked Bryan. “Enough people to make it a vine,” I said. I was heading to my locker to get some stuff when I heard chuck talking with Taffy. “Just walk away Michael,” I told myself, “Don’t get involved.” “Get back here,” he said noticing me. “Not today Chuck,” I said ignoring him. “Hey,” he said, “When I’m talking to you, you listen.” “I said not today,” I said. He got in my way. “I decide when the day is that I mess with you, and I say today is the day,” he said. I scoffed and walked away. “Do not walk away from Chuck Qwark!!” he said. He accidentally stepped on Taffy’s skateboard. “Oh shit,” I said. “Dude… you broke my skateboard,” she said. “Baby I…” he said. “Its ok, I’ll just live with it,” she said. I walked away and saw someone familiar. “Kitty?” I asked. She turned and saw me. “Hey, it’s the digital man,” said Kitty. “Huh?” I asked. “Your digital headband,” she said. “Oh yeah,” I said, “I wear it to keep my dreads out of my hair.” “If you wore a hat, people would think you were doing real magic,” said Kitty, “Speaking of magic, have you read today’s article from Paranormal Activity?” “Does everyone read that?” I asked. “It turns out that someone used magic to fight off a hoard of monsters that were invading a small town,” said Kitty, “She was accompanied by who people call the ‘safe kid’.” I got a good look at her. “That is the strangest wand I’ve seen in my life,” I said. (Ok you all have to have gotten that reference). I suddenly had a vision of Chuck about to pound the hell out of me. I dodged his fist. “Think you’re hot don’t you asshole?” he asked. “Chuck it was just an accident,” said Taffy. “My fists breaking his teeth is the accident,” he said. “I don’t wanna fight you Chuck,” I said. “I wouldn’t wanna fight me neither,” he said. There was a crowd. He punched me and I dodged it. He then did an uppercut and I did a back flip. “Someone help him!” said Anela. One of Chuck’s friends tried to tackle me and I did a jump. “Ok,” said Chuck. He did a barrage of punches and I dodged each one of them. I grabbed his arm and then punched him back and he fell. The crowd cheered for me. “Jesus, Morrison you are an asshole,” said Chuck’s friend. “Michael, that was spectacular,” said Denise.”Now you’re gonna get it!” said Chuck. But the principal stopped him. “My office,” he said, “Now.” I spent the next few days hanging around Kitty since she goes to my school and such. One day I was heading back home to visit my mom. I cut on the lights and everyone jumped out saying, “Surprise!” “What’s going on?” I asked. “Oh, Michael its your birthday,” said my mom, “Whether you wanna remember it or not.” I smiled. “Another year older huh kid,” said Bryan. Maddi gave me a hug. “A grabby one aren’t you Maddi,” I said. I gave Anela some punch. I then saw my Uncle Chris. “Hey Mike,” he said, “What’s up?” He gave me a noogie. “Hey Uncle Chris,” I said. “Let me get a good look at you,” he said, “It seems like almost yesterday when you were a toddler, now you’re turning `14 years old.” Anela heard and spat out her drink. “MICHAEL, YOU’RE 14?!!” she asked surprised. “Yeah, you didn’t know?” I asked. “But…. But I’m only 13 and 2 quarters,” she said, “You…. You’re older than me?!” “But you’re taller than me,” I said. “Who cares?” asked Micah, “Let’s just have some fun.” The party was a blast, and I got to spend more time with Kitty. “Wow, thanks Annie,” I said. She brought me an expansion pack for my Wii u. Kitty was doing a magic show for me, yet my uncle didn’t approve for some reason.  After the party I said bye to my mom and put all my new stuff in Bryan’s car. I was back at the lab doing some work. “Ok, thanks, bye,” said Anela. “Who was that?” I asked. “One of the guys I work at the store with,” said Anela, “He’s a cutesy.” I snickered. “Cutesy,” I said. “I wanna ask him out, but my friend Cara Lynn makes it weird,” said Anela, “I love her and all, but she picks the weirdest of times to get all frickin crazy.” “When the time comes just act,” I said, “You don’t have forever to wait, doll.” “What did I say about calling me doll?” asked Anela. “I’m kidding,” I said, “But what’ll you do if one of your boyfriends calls you doll?” “I wouldn’t let him call me toots, let alone doll,” said Anela, “Anyways why are we talking about my relationships? What’s going on between you and Kit-Kat?” “Kit-Kat?” I asked, “Don’t tell me. Ej?” “Yep,” said Anela. “Nothing’s goin’ on between us,” I said. She grinned at me. “You like her,” said Anela. “No I don’t,” I said. She looked at me. “Ok yes, I have a huge crush on Kitty,” I said. Kitty came into the room. “Hey guys,” she said. “Oooh, look at the time, I have to go do some homework,” said Anela. “Are you doing anything tomorrow?” asked Kitty. “Not exactly,” I said. “Come with me tomorrow, you’ll be in for a real treat.”

#xenoforceii #fan fiction extended universe #FFEU phase 1

[surveystodestressme]

139.

Have you ever talked to someone online, but when you saw each other in person, it was just super awkward? Have you ever made a really good friend online?

i did have a good friend online but i just recently cut ties with him because... he was an extremely negative person and i could no longer continue to have someone like that in my life.  but he was a very good friend.

Do you enter sweepstakes or scratch lottery tickets or anything like that? What’s the best thing you’ve ever won?

i haven’t in a long time

Right now, would you be upset if you got pregnant, or would you not mind? Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?

i’d be pretty upset and shocked.  yes, i’ve had a pregnancy scare

Have you ever let someone be your everything?

yes.

Do you have any weird inside jokes?

kind of

Could you go the rest of your life without a cigarette?

yes

Is there anybody you’re really disappointed in right now?

nope

Do you have alcohol in your house?

i do

Have you ever wanted something you couldn’t have?

yes.

Are you a morning or night person?

night.

What is your favorite color?

blue

It’s 4 in the morning, your phone rings, who is it?

probably jack

Have you ever had a really big fight with a best friend?

yeah.

Has someone ever called you at midnight on your birthday?

yes.

Are any of your friends virgins?

maybe? i don’t know, i don’t really keep track

Do you prefer relationships or friends with benefits?

relationships.

Has anyone got on your nerves today?

not really.

Has anyone told you they would never leave, and left?

yeah

Do you have a member of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?

i sure do

Did you kiss or hug anyone in the last 48 hours?

i did

Are you usually early or late?

early

What’s annoying you?

my manager

How is your boyfriend/girlfriend doing and where are they now?

i think he is doing good and he is at his mom’s as far as i know

Do you have anything to pay off?

nope

What are you wearing right now?

pyjamas.

Do you know anyone that wants you dead?

i don’t

Do you believe that regrets are lessons learned?

something like that

Last person you talked to, and through what you talked to them?

my mother about what i was having for dinner

First color name you can think of that isn’t in the rainbow.

black

What timekeeping devices are in the room you are currently in?

my phone, my computer, my laptop, my watch

What gaming consoles do you or your family own?

my pc

What’s the best job you’ve ever had?

the animal shelter

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had?

steak n shake

What email service do you use?

gmail

Is there anything hanging on the walls of the room you are currently in?

a couple pictures and a calendar

Earliest moment in your life you can remember?

hiding under a card table during a tornado warning when we used to live in a trailer

What did you have for dinner yesterday?

steak n shake

How often do you brush your teeth?

daily.

What’s your favorite candy/chocolate?

kit kat.

Have you had other blogs on Tumblr? Do you have any other blogs currently?

yesss, i have 3 total

If you were suddenly really hungry, what would you choose to eat?

pretzels or popcorn

What fandoms would you consider yourself a part of?

none lol.

What kind of position are you in at the moment?

sitting on a chair

Do you wear much jewelry?

nope.

Furthest away from home you have ever been?

california

How many times have you moved houses?

twice

Who was the last person you had a conversation with on the phone?

a customer

Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?

yes.

Has anyone said they love you in the last week?

yes.

Who was the last person to comfort you as you cried?

last time i cried my boyfriend and i were arguing and he got frustrated because he says i always cry when we argue so i wouldn’t really call that comforting lol

Do your computer speakers work?

yes.

Which friend are you most similar to?

none of them

Your ex calls wanting to hang out. What do you say?

no

Would you get back with your last ex if they asked you?

absolutely not

Have you kissed anyone whose name starts with a M?

idk probably i’ve kissed a lot of people

Would you kiss the last person who texted you, on the lips?

yeah

Camping with a ton of friends or hotel with a few friends?

camping

Have you ever kissed anyone who’s name starts with P, J, R, M, C, or D?

i’m sure

Is there someone you wouldn’t mind kissing right now?

yes.

Do you think your ex will ever want to be with you again?

i hope not

Where would you rather live: England or Australia?

england, austrailia has all those big ass scary bugs

What’s your relationship with the last person you texted?

he’s my boyfriend.

When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?

i needed to do my hair

Do you fall for people easily?

somewhat

Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to?

not at all

Have you ever kissed someone who was drunk?

yes.

The nearest window to you now - what color curtains are on them?

no curtains just blinds

The shade of the color of your eyes can be described as:

shit brown.

When was the last time you drank alcohol?

right now

At what age did you stop believing in Santa?

13

Do you own a wok?

nope

Is there a particular type of music you really don’t like?

dubstep, country, jazz, opera

Do you like going to weddings?

nope

What do you have on your toast?

butter

Who was the last person you know who became pregnant?

too many people

Beach, city, or mountains?

mountains

Do you have a stapler at your house?

i’m sure there’s one somewhere

Would you rather read a book or listen to an audiobook?

read.

Which is larger - your book or dvd collection?

book collection definitely, i don’t have any DVDs

What is the last spontaneous thing you did?

idk

You get a call at 2:00 a.m. - your first thought is:

what the fuck does this person want?

What is your middle name?

kennedy

What are you passionate about?

animals

Do you have any fears?

yes.

Where are you from?

illinois

What’s your sign?

aries

Future names of your children:

i don’t want any so i don’t have any picked out

What are you listening to right now?

a video

Do you believe in fate/destiny?

not really

What are your career goals?

vet school

Something you are working on right now:

myself

Have you ever had a near-death experience?

several.

Are you a procrastinator or do you get things done early?

i’m a procrastinator for sure

TV shows and anime you watch regularly.

i don’treally watch anything regularly

Halloween costume idea for this year?

i have plenty

Your best friend’s name.

jack

Do you prefer liquid, mousse, or powder foundation? Why?

none because i don’t use it

How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)?

whatever i share i guess, if she asks i’ll tell i have no secrets

Do you enjoy watching cooking shows?

i do, i especially liek worst cooks of america

Do you worry about gaining weight?

yes.

Have you ever used fake tan?

i have once in the past and i don’t think it worked

Do you ever look at someone cute, and automatically make a move?

nope

How many times have you been to Walmart in the past week?

yes

Do you live in a house, apartment, or another type of arrangement?

house.

Are you kind of a loner? Do you like being alone?

i mean yeah typically i enjoy being alone

Are any of your siblings married? What are their spouses’ names?

my sister is married and her wife’s name is denise

Does your father have any creepy or scary friends you don’t like?

not that i know of

What color are the walls in the room you’re in right now?

purple

Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of?

nah

Do you have any siblings who still believe in Santa, and are over age ten?

nope.

What color were the last pair of headphones/earphones you bought?

i haven’t bought headphones in a really long time so i don’t even remember

Are you attracted to the last person that you fell in love with?

yes.

What did you do yesterday?

worked all day

Something you really want right now?

sex

If you could seek revenge on someone, would you?

probably not

How long have you liked the person you like?

3 years

Does any part of your body hurt right now?

nope

Can you recall the last time you liked someone?

right now

Are you happy with the way things are going?

i am

Would you ever get a tattoo?

yep

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?

yes.

Who was the last person you talked to in person?

my mother

What plans do you have for tomorrow?

absolutely nothing

Has a friendship ended recently that you wish had not?

nah

What happened at 9:00 a.m. today?

i was sleeping

Where are your biological parents?

one is here with me and the other is at work

Do you have any summer plans yet?

go on vacation

Do you tend to waste a lot of money?

usually

What did you last drink?

angry orchard

Do you have trust issues?

not really anymore

Do you think this year will be better than the last?

sure

What are you doing?

this.

Are you a jealous person?

i can be

Do you think age matters in relationships?

to an extent.

Who is the last person you rode in a car with?

my parents and my brother

Did you sing at all today?

probably

Where will you be 2 hours from now?

probably in bed

Are there any stressful situations in your life?

not at the moment

Are your lips chapped at the moment?

a little

#survey #questions #quiz #bored

[awake-olive]

Get to know me

Tagged by: @annoyinglynoisysoul

I’m tagging: anyone who wants to do it aha 
RULES: You must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people 
THE LAST: 
 1. Drink: Tea 
 2. Phone call: My dad
3. Text message: @annoyinglynoisysoul
4. Song you listened to: Feel Good Inc - Gorillaz - Demon Days
5. Time you cried: yesterday 
6. Dated someone twice: never 
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: can’t remember when, over two months ago 
8. Been cheated on: never
9. Lost someone special: haven’t I don’t think
10. Been depressed: no, definitely not recently anyway
11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: only on two occasions, final night out before going to uni and final night out before end of first year aha LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: Orange, Green, ….
 IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:
15. Made new friends: Yep
16. Fallen out of love: maybe
17. Laughed until you cried: Yes 😅
18. Found out someone was talking about you: yess 
19. Met someone who changed you: Maybe, but not much
20. Found out who your friends are: Maybe, not much changed
21. Kissed someone on your facebook list: Yehh 😬
 GENERAL: 
22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: Most of them 
23. Do you have any pets: one doggy
24. Do you want to change your name: Nope
25. What did you do for your last birthday: probably the least exciting but ordered flat dominos! 😘👌
26. What time did you wake up: 3am then 7:20, but fell asleep again till 9:00😌 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Dreaming💫
28. Name something you can’t wait for: Venice, lake Garda, and Reading!🤘
29. When was the last time you saw your mom: About an hour ago 
30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I don’t think I’d change anything right now, actually if I could magically suddenly know how to drive and have passed my test that would be good 🙏
31. What are you listening to right now: Technologic - Daft Punk - Human After All
32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yep haha, multiple times to multiple Toms 😂
33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Nothing 
34. Most visited website: YouTube maybe (do instagram and netflix count as websites.. they’re more apps)
38. Hair colour: Blondy browny gingerish… I don’t know, depends on the light haha
39. Long or short hair: Longish
40. Do you have a crush on someone: Dunno probably 😅
41. What do you like about yourself: Curls
42. Piercings: None yet 😳
43. Blood type: No clue 
44. Nickname: stuffed olive 😂, Olive, and Shaggy 
45. Relationship status: Single
46. Zodiac: Libra
47. Pronouns: She/her 
48. Favorite TV show: Sherlock just always, currently loving Rick and Morty
49. Tattoos: None yet 
50. Right or left handed: Right 
51. Surgery: Yeh had like minor surgery
52. Piercing: Why is this twice?
53. Sport: used to do cheerleading
54. Vacation: best one I’ve had might be travelling around parts of America, though its hard to decide
 MORE GENERAL: 
56. Eating: Maybe pizza, or just like all pasta… not very adventurous 
57. Drinking: Currently tea, favourite is probably orange juice
58. I’m about to: Get dressed maybe, but maybe not.. maybe just Netflix aha
59. Waiting for: These questions to finally end
60. Want: a BBQ right now aha, or pancakes aha
61. Get married: One day, hopefully 
62. Career: Something good hopefully 
 WHICH IS BETTER: 
63. Hugs or kisses: don’t know, depends how good the kiss/hug is
64. Lips or eyes: Both are important 😏
65. Shorter or taller: Taller
66. Older or younger: probably older, doesn’t matter too much really
67. Nice arms or nice stomach: Stomach probably but don’t really look at people’s stomachs often aha… nice arms are very good though
68. Hookup or relationship: Probably relationship, though that’s not often the case
69. Troublemaker or hesitant: Out of the two troublemaker, though not serious trouble haha
 HAVE YOU EVER: 
70. Kissed a stranger: Yes 
71. Drank hard liquor: Yes
72. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Don’t wear them
73. Turned someone down: Yeh 
74: Sex on the first date: haha no
75. Broken someone’s heart: Apparently yes 😳 but like it was an over reaction I’m sure
76. Had your heart broken: Don’t think so really 
77. Been arrested: No
78: Cried when someone died: Yes
79. Fallen for a friend: yeh, nearly always friends first
 DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 
80. Yourself: Sometimes
81. Miracles: Not really no
82. Love at first sight: Probably not
83. Santa Claus: For sure haha✨
84. Kiss on the first date: I haven’t, maybe if I already new them, liked them and the vibe was right then yeh haha
85. Angels: no
 OTHER: 
90. Current best friend’s name: I can’t choose…
91: Eye Color: Hazel
92: Favorite movie: The Perks of Being a Wallflower probably, but honourable mention to Billy Elliot

#questions