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Trial (4)

Summary: harry and y/n face the truth

Warnings: angst, a tiny bit of fluff

Word Count: 4249 words

A/N: thank you so much for supporting this series !! @devilinbetweenthesheet-s. I will do the taglist later in the day :)

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Part 4 of the Tarnish series!

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Harry was crying.

Admitting his feelings when he was younger was quite a task for him. Now that he was nearly in his thirties, the journey of being vulnerable with himself and with his feelings became easier with each emotion that he permitted himself to submerge in. Harry validated those emotions--he was allowed to experience them because it makes him human. It added texture to the ever-growing mosaic that painted who he was as an individual. Adding to the people that surrounded him, influenced by their kind-nature and the goodness of their heart to become who he was now.

And now, it seemed like his emotions increased tenfold. The clench of his abdomen and the harsh jolt of his chest forced his slouched shoulder to stay deflated. His breathing hitched as sobs threatened to take over, throat sore with the effort to keep it all in because Harry was smart enough to know that these emotions coursing through him right now were ones he wasn’t validated to feel. Paired with the latest information that that little girl being held by another man was his own daughter--and that the woman who was glowing with her caring, motherly-instincts was supposed to be his family; it broke him completely.

Quaking thoughts circled his brain and punctured his muscles as if they were attacking him not only mentally, but physically as well in exchange for his past mistakes that he couldn’t quite place if he deeply regretted or not. Was it a mistake to cheat on Y/N? To leave her alone in the exposure of the public eye while she was carrying his child in her tummy?

Harry should have known the day she fell sick and vomited in their kitchen sink. He was, sadly, too busy throwing a subdued celebration of finally having time alone with Camille. He should have noticed the way her face brightened with radiance. Or the way her cravings for strawberries and pickles either grossed her out or completely compelled her to consume more than she usually would.

But Harry guessed that that was around the time his efforts went out the window because he didn’t have to pretend to care as much anymore. Camille appeared to be his one and only. With their relationship coming so close to being revealed and Y/N having one foot out the door, Harry let fate play out the rest. Don’t get him wrong, Harry still loved Camille; that was why his slashed heart still throbbed at the sight of her watching over her little cousin, yet knowing that the topic of children was still not a card on the table.

The distress that he was feeling right now was core-shredding, heartbreaking grief that left a hole in his heart. The worst part was that Harry didn’t exactly know how to fix it or whether he even could. As he walked to his car with hands jammed into his pockets, he was grateful that the hood of his sweater hid his face and the tears sliding down the slope of his cheeks.

His senses were in overdrive, figuring out how to fix the mess he created. Wanting to run up to Y/N and ask her why she didn’t tell him, needing to feel his little girl in his arms. Pinching his skin to transfer the pain he felt in his heart because of the thought that he missed his baby’s first words, her first steps. Was it ‘dada’ that babbled out of her mouth? Did she reach out for Connor when she stumbled over nothing when she walked on stubby legs? Did Y/N mention his name to her?

“Harry!”

He kept on walking despite the hushed call of his name, assuming that it was a fan that caught sight of him and wanted a picture. Harry adores them, but now is hardly the time to fake a smile or act like his life didn’t just flash right before his eyes--quite literally.

The vehicle beeped as Harry pressed the ‘unlock’ button on his key fob, just about ready to pull the door open and shield himself from prying eyes. He flinched when a hand fell on his shoulder, “Harry,”

He looked up to find Gemma panting, resting her hand on the roof of the car, “Are you. . .alright?” Her drifting eyes inspected his face, tinted a slight pink and moist with the salty liquid dripping from his tear ducts.

Huffing in annoyance, Harry clutched the handle to let himself in. Gemma followed his actions, shutting the door and locking it. The tinted windows of the car provided a semi-private enclosure that was filled with Harry’s sniffling and Gemma’s heavy breathing, trying to catch her breath.

“H-her name is Halo,” Gemma began, gulping when Harry paused his ministrations, straining his ears to listen despite the dull thud occupying his vessels. “She’s almost two years old,”

“You said you didn’t know,” Harry’s gruff tone echoed. Gemma anxiously rubbed the ends of her palms against her jeans. “Why didn’t you tell me? You knew all this time and y’didn’t tell me,”

“I-I was--she didn’t want me--”

“Why would she tell you and not me? I’m the one that dated her,” He raised his voice with every syllable he spoke. The frustration he felt from seeing the woman he once loved living the reality they shared together, except he wasn’t anywhere in the picture and that reality was only a fantasy in his life now. “It doesn’t make sense,” He rested his forearms on the wheel, facing the car’s symbol.

“The baby is yours, Harry,”

His head quipped with speed, grazing his forehead on the rounded leather but that pain didn’t amount to the new wave washing over him. “W-what?”

“It’s really not my place to tell,” Gemma said nervously, making eye contact with Harry’s searing yet teary gaze. “She wanted to tell you but you were so happy with Camille. She was posting these things on her Instagram about your trips and Y/N called me crying because you looked so free and happy without her. Y/N didn’t want to ruin what you guys had by dropping this on you,”

"That's-that's my baby?" Harry stuttered over his words while tugging his head out of his memories. Gemma nodded in confirmation. “Then why in the world was she--Halo?--calling him ‘dada’?

“Look, Harry, you’re not stupid. You know why Halo called Connor her dad,” Gemma spoke slowly, “This is a conversation that you need to have with Y/N if she lets you,”

At the mention of the man’s name, Harry couldn’t help but be filled with anger. He barely knew this man yet he received everything that Harry wanted in life. ‘But she’s my kid. I’m her dad. I’m the one who’s supposed to give her kisses and make her laugh,” He mumbled quietly as if his inner thoughts were far too strong to be kept in his mind

He was staring mindlessly at the numbers on his dashboard, hands gripping the leather steering wheel to try and ground himself. "But if that's my baby, how can she call someone who's not her father, dad?" He whipped his head towards Gemma, searching for validation that would make him feel better but the siblings were aware that he lost that title three years ago.

“I think you know you lost that place in their lives,” She reached a comforting hand to pat his arm, feeling just how tense he was under the fabric.

Harry shrugged her off, pinching his brows and pursing his lips as sadness began to swirl down the drain only to be replaced with resentment, irritation and bitterness. The taste on his tongue was hot with anger and his ears felt warm as he wheezed air instead of opting to yell his dissatisfaction near his sister.

“This isn't fair. She's m’baby too. Connor is not her father,” He spat with venom, “I am,” A pointed finger poked his chest. "She knew she was pregnant when she left me. She’s so fuckin’ selfish. How could she do this to me?

Gemma was quick to remind him of his actions, "You cheated on her, Harry.” Gemma cowered back at Harry’s beady eyes glaring at her with an unreadable emotion, stone-cold. “Maybe you should go home. Calm down a little bit,”

“No!” Harry cut Gemma off, “Need t’a hear her say it myself,”

Harry didn’t know what his plan was when he harshly slammed the car door behind him, practically storming on the patches of grass like a mad man. It wasn’t hard to spot the picture-perfect family sitting on a park bench which brought a scowl to his shielded face. He wanted to give Y/N a piece of his mind and it wasn’t necessarily the nicest thoughts that crossed his brain.

Halo was sitting on Connor’s lap while he was feeding her a peeled cupcake. Red velvet with cream cheese frosting—-Harry felt like he was punched in the gut. The baked good was Y/N’s specialty and it had a lot of sentimental value to both of them. It was what she baked for their first year together. He could vividly see her frosting-dotted nose, aiming to splotch the cream on his cheek while she laughed. Harry wrapped his arms around her, hugging Y/N from behind and proceeding to kiss her sweet cheek, leaving the perfect opportunity to stain his skin with the frosting.

But he didn’t care if he was smashed headfirst into the cake (as long as it wasn’t ice cream cake)—Harry just wanted to see her smile and hear her laugh heartily.

Y/N was snuggled on Connor’s shoulder, fixing Halo’s hair as she made grabby hands at the confection. He cannot lie--Connor was a handsome man. Harry rarely felt intimidated or insecure, but seeing that this man managed to snatch everything Harry could ever want seemingly in a blink of an eye; Harry felt very jealous.

He pouted, eyes rimmed red and lips quivering wishing that Cory or Connor--whatever that little shit’s name was would disappear so that Harry could take his place instead. Actually, it was his spot in the first place. Only if he didn’t mess up, he thought. He missed Y/N so much! Seeing Y/N in her element of niceness and bright-gleaming smiles sent a truck full of sand down his throat as he gulped his emotion below the surface. The closer he got to them, his vision tunnelled towards Halo; brown, flouncy curls and a cute dimple embedded in her cheek as she giggled, accidentally knocking the cupcake on the ground.

If that wasn’t symbolism staring at Harry straight in the face; a sign that their so-called relationship really had no chance of reprieve. Harry chose to ignore it.

Connor clutched Halo tightly against him, crouching down with a napkin to clean up the scattered cake on the ground. Y/N was the first to notice him, her forehead creasing as her eyes bulged at the sight of Harry walking towards them. She subtly poked at Connor’s arm, hurting Harry even more because it meant that Y/N felt uncomfortable with his presence.

He was close enough to read her pink lips, “We should go,” matched with Y/N’s frantic actions of packing the juice boxes and the Tupperware of cupcakes into the tote bag beside her. Connor searched the park until his gaze landed on Harry, protectively shielding Halo from him.

Is he serious? Harry thought. That’s my own daughter.

Speaking of Halo, the two-year-old happily continued munching on her new cupcake, frowning slightly when Connor stood up, “Why we leaving, Daddy? Did I do somethin’ bad?”

Y/N sighed, they promised that Halo could play at the park all day and now it was cut short because of a certain someone.

“No, you didn’t, bub. Let Daddy explain at home, okay baby?” Connor hitched Halo higher on his hip, hoping that she wouldn’t ask any more questions until the trio left.

“Who’s that?” Halo asked, pointing at Harry only metres away from them. Her stubby finger outstretched at the stranger in front of her, eyes bright and sparkling with curiosity. There was no sign of recognition painting her green orbs.

Harry gulped, wanting so badly to scream “I’m your dad!” but he knew that Y/N will add that to the list of his mistakes he had made.

“No one, angel,” Connor planted a kiss on her head, looking over at Y/N who had finished packing everything up. He tilted his chin in an attempt to scare Harry off.

But the thing was, Harry was already scared. He could feel his stomach in his throat but vomiting wasn’t the right word to describe it. His heart drooped deeper than the levels of the Earth. He was scared because his family was right in front of him but he couldn’t touch them or hug them in his arms. He was only allowed to look from the outside because there was a small possibility of being forgiven.

“Y/N. . .” Harry began hesitantly. The surge of confidence he had decreased with each passing second. He kept a close eye.

Y/N shrugged the strap on her shoulder, “Leave us alone, Harry.”

He felt his anger disappearing, a new emotion cascading his tear ducts and the blood in his veins. Harry looked back in retrospect; she really did mean it when Y/N said that she never wanted him around again. “I just want to talk. Please, let’s talk,”

“She doesn’t want to talk to you, Harry,” Connor interrupted, grabbing the bag from Y/N and wrapping an arm over her shoulder, guiding them away from Harry. “She’s happy without you, mate. can’t you see?”

Harry kept his gaze trained on Y/N’s face, actively avoiding eye contact but drifted when Halo’s frown caught his stare. The little girl’s chin was hooked over Connor’s shoulder, squirming in his arms in an attempt to stop him from walking. Halo was smart enough to know that Harry’s expression screamed sadness and her mummy said that “you need to find a way to make them happy” if someone was sad.

“Wait!” Her shrill yell caused both Connor and Y/N to turn around. A piece of Harry’s heart shattered on the floor when Halo pulled Connor down by the nape of his neck, small hand leading his ear next to her lips. Then, she did the same to Y/N, pointing at Harry which caused him to straighten his stance, wanting to impress his daughter even though there was no point.

The couple shared a look before ultimately having Connor walk closer to Harry. Halo gripped her cupcake towards him, “‘ere y’go hawwy,’ She still couldn’t pronounce her ‘r’s’ yet.

Harry began to sob.

It was his daughter and those were the first words she had uttered to him. She didn’t know him yet Halo treated him with kindness and it ripped at his chest because Y/N must’ve taught her that. His palms became wet as tears streamed from his eyes, dampening the sleeves of his hoodie. He didn't care about looking foolish in front of them, not when his daughter saw him as a stranger and called Connor her ‘dada’.

Halo recoiled at the sudden reaction, her lips curving downwards, “Dada, mama, he’s cwyin’,” She tucked her face at the junction of Connor’s shoulder and neck, scared that she made him cry. Halo didn’t mean to make him cry. She felt so guilty that she started spilling tears of her own too, her face contorting into a scrunched expression as her mouth wailed open sobs, matching Harry’s.

Harry’s first instinct was to take a step forward and comfort Halo but he was rendered frozen when Connor shot him a glare, shifting Halo’s body out of reach and he could only see her face over the man’s shoulder. Y/N dimmed her eyes, brows pinching when she couldn’t help but let a smidge of sympathy wash over her. She muttered a few words to Connor, pushing him by the small of his back towards the parking lot.

When they were out of earshot, Y/N faced Harry, “What were you thinking? Are you trying to mess everything up again?” He tried to cut in, “Isn’t it bad enough that we’re talking about this in public? Why must you ruin everything, Harry?” She whisper-shouted, trying her best not to garner them any attention.

“N-no, Gemma told me and I jus’ wanted to see her--and you. Wanted to hear the truth come out of your mouth,” His large hands jammed into his pockets to prevent him from fiddling with them.

“Look, you have no right coming here,”

“I know that b-but I--,”

She held a palm up, “I’m not sadistic like you Harry. If you thought that I wouldn’t let you around her then you’re wrong. As much as I hate to admit it, I do miss you and I wish that you were there for us when we needed you,”

“I had no idea--,”

“Will you let me speak?” Her tone carried irritation. “But we’re alright now and we don’t need you anymore.”

Harry never thought that those statements would ever come out of Y/N’s mouth. “Don’t you think I deserve to get to know her?”

She sighed, “Deserve? Definitely not.” He nodded in agreement. “But I’d live in regret if Halo never got to know her real father. . .”

Harry’s expression lit up, hopeful eyes shooting glances at her, “D-does that mea--? Are you--?”

“You can see her. You can get to know her but only because you’re Halo’s father,” Y/N took a brave step forward, ignoring the way her heart throbbed as if she was being stabbed by a thousand knives. Painful memories drifted in and out of her train of thought until she shook her head to muster them out. It was in the past but she could never forget the feeling of hopelessness taking over her whole body.

With a hand on his shoulder, she continued, “Anyone can be a father and you’re just that. Don’t think that you’re entitled to anything more. You will never be her dad. Connor is. Understood?”

Harry took a deep breath and swallowed a heavy gulp, “I. . .understand. Thank you, Y/N. For letting me back in when I don’t deserve it,” He glanced at the two tiny figures piling in the car. He could just imagine himself plucking little Halo into her booster seat, booping her nose as she asked for the hundredth time why she had to sit at the back and not at the front with them.

“I’m not finished,” She deadpanned, “You are going to be there for her. Not for me, not for us because our relationship is over. You can hurt me as you did before and I can accept it but don’t you dare try to hurt her,”

And it was true. Having endured his painful game once before, Y/N was stronger now. She could take heartbreak as agonizing as that but she wouldn’t dare stand seeing Halo’s teary eyes staring back at her, asking why Harry had left them. She was far too young to experience the feeling when a piece of herself is ripped apart.

“I won’t hurt her. I promise,”

“I heard those words come out from your mouth years ago and look where we are now. Once you hurt her, it’s over.”

“Y/N, t-that’s hardly fair. I am her dad, aren’t I?” Harry cleared his throat at Y/N’s raised brow.

“No, you’re not. We just went through this, Harry.”

“Don’t call me that,” He muttered quietly because she only ever called him ‘baby’ or ‘h’.

“Will you stop? I laid out my cards. If you want to even have a speck of presence in her life, then you have to abide by what I said,” She crossed her arms in defence, “You will never be Halo’s dad, Harry. Connor is her dad. I don’t know how many more times I have to repeat this before it gets through you thick head,”

He opened his mouth to talk, “No wiggle room whatsoever?”

“No. Do I have to write a letter for you to understand that?”

In a moment of hurt and despair, Harry spat out, “Might as well, yeah? Waited over two years to tell me anyway,”

“Are you kidding me?”

His throat ran dry, realizing that he just ticked another box to favour against being a part of his daughter’s life, “I-I’m sorry. I didn't mean to,”

“Whatever. Are you willing to make the sacrifice?”

“This isn’t the place to talk about this,” Harry suggested, wanting to have some sort of foot on the ground so he doesn’t feel like he’s topping over with guilt and sadness. “Maybe you can come over to my house,”

Y/N shook her head, glancing briefly at her phone when it buzzed, “No. I will not step foot in that house again. If you really want to discuss it, you can come over at our place,”

“Your place?” Did they all live together? Well, that was another slap to the face. Not only was Connor playing dad to Halo, but he was also part of the household. Harry’s face must have contorted into a grimace because Y/N sighed softly.

“Yes, our place. Meaning all three of us,” She gestured behind her. “I have to go. You can probably get my number from Gemma; you can text me then.”

“Yes, yes! Of course, I want to talk to you. . . about this, I mean,” Harry lowered his enthusiasm. The small voice in his head reverberating that this was not about him and Y/N; this was about Halo.

“And make sure you don’t bring anyone else,” Y/N said sarcastically, subtly pointing in the direction of the paparazzi hiding behind some bushes. Harry was usually good at spotting them but today was just a puddle of hurt and confusion. “I don’t want her having to read nasty things like I did,”

What Y/N said may have been a side comment, but Harry couldn’t help but take it to heart. Was this a good idea? Sure, he wanted to be a present dad in Halo’s life. However, is it worth it to stir unwanted drama? If only he didn’t cheat on Y/N, all of this could have been avoided.

With his mind in a haze, Harry barely noticed Y/N’s figure moving away from him. He jogged to catch up with her, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder. Harry felt numb to the way she shrugged her touch off of her immediately, “Were you ever going to tell me about our daughter?’

Y/N stared at him quizzically, tilting her head a little bit sideways, “I thought I did? Wait!” A look of recognition plastered across her features, “I did try to tell you but you blocked me before the message sent through,”

Harry gulped with realization. He blearily remembered bitterly blocking her number just as she texted “I need to tell you something,”

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Y/N: Since you’re not picking up my calls

I need to tell you something

Y/N took a deep breath as her thumbs tapped on the letters slowly as if to withhold the news from him. She was not at all ready to reveal that she was pregnant and that he was the father but Y/N knew that it was the right thing to do. Despite the fact that he was currently out of the country on vacation somewhere on an island with sandy beaches with Camille. Y/N was aware that this spike of courage was rare and so, she had to do it now.

Y/N: I’m pregnant

And you’re the father

She locked the device as soon as she pressed the arrow to send the message, clutching the phone close to her chest and shutting her eyes so tightly that it hurt. Minutes passed with no response and Y/N was shouldered by curiosity to check if he had sent anything back or simply left her on ‘seen’.

It was neither. The screaming red exclamation mark surrounded by a circle indicated that she had been blocked.

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The times when she left missed calls on his phone were for a reason much bigger than the two of them. Y/N didn’t call to beg for him back or to ask Harry to want her again. He was ashamed to admit that he had rolled his eyes upwards every time he clicked on a voicemail she had left, stating, “Hey H, it’s me. Call me back when you hear this. I need to talk to you,” which he deleted without a second thought. She didn’t text him endlessly to politely ask for her things packed and settled for her pick-up because Y/N could not bear to spend another second in a room with him.

It wasn’t that at all.

Y/N was physically moving farther and farther away from him, settling herself into the car before driving off to hers and Connor’s shared house. Halo sat in the backseat, singing along to the radio.

Harry was surrounded amidst the joyful squeals of children and reprimanding voices of their parents.

He stood alone with no one but loneliness by his side and the brisk flash of cameras in his peripherals.

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Passing Through

Dannymay Day 5: Doorway

“Don’t go in there,” his mother warned. Her voice shook. “Never go through that door.”

Danny had no intention of ignoring his mother, especially since the night she’d given him that warning was seared so thoroughly in his mind he didn’t think even as an adult he’d ever forget it.

It had been dark, but not any darker than any other night with Danny’s myriad nightlights and glowing stars stuck everywhere he could reach and then some. The night had long since settled, and Danny was supposed to be sleeping and was instead, like any young child, not doing that.

In fact, he’d been staring out his window, arm balanced on the sill and face pressed up against the glass so he could see the night sky in all her glory. It was one of the only times he felt truly comfortable, alone and with his parents and sister asleep. He often imagined himself sailing amongst those stars. Or flying high enough to reach out and cradle one to his chest.

Jazz always told him that was impossible, that each star was as far away from each other as they were from earth, if not further. He told her she could eat dirt, and she got a hurt look in her eyes that made him feel bad, but he didn’t apologize because she was being mean first.

He’d been preoccupied, that’s why he didn’t notice it at first.

When the soft pink touch of the sun started obscuring the night’s stars, Danny realized he’d been up all night and he was probably going to fall asleep in class again. He turned around to quickly dive into bed to at least feign having slept so his parents didn’t scold him and feel like they had to check in on him at night the way they threatened to last time.

He hadn’t expected the door.

It was small, very small compared to a normal door. It was just large enough that Danny could crawl through on all fours, and he knew there was no way his dad would ever be able to get through. At least not more than an arm. Maybe his head if he tried to dive through it.

The door was closed, a soft, purple light on the other side painting the carpet beneath where it stood, balanced, in the middle of the room. Acting as if it was placed in the wall like any good door, but missing the wall itself entirely.

Danny walked closer, his mind off bed times and getting ready for school entirely. Now he was thinking of adventures and stories Jazz used to read him before he could read himself. Stories of exploration and hidden worlds. His hand brushed against the polished brass handle, and a jolt of electricity flowed through him, causing every hair in his body to stand on end.

He probably should have let go then, released the handle and backed up, frightened. But instead Danny’s grip tightened and he twisted the nob, pulling it slowly open, his heart beating in rapt anticipation. It was barely open a sliver, the tiniest bit of purple light spilling out onto the frame, when his mother ran into the room and slammed it closed.

She was wearing a hazmat suit, as if she’d just come from the lab downstairs, with thick rubber gloves and ominous red goggles that reflected a twisted version of Danny’s face back at him as she pulled him into a tight, unforgiving hug.

“Thank goodness you’re safe,” she said, her words heavy with exertion. Had she run up here? How did she know there was a door?

Danny looked over his mother’s shoulder to take another look, but the door had vanished at some point when his eyes were no longer locked upon it. That was when she gave him her warning. The one he had no intention of ignoring.

The one he was disregarding now, for no reason other than he was sick of it. He was tired of the nights, laying awake and seeing a door that promised so much and had yet to be given the opportunity to deliver.

His mother would skin him alive if she knew, but she’d probably never find out. Honestly, if Tucker’s theories were true and it was some monster trying to trick him into its lair Coraline-style, it’d probably take at least a week for her to even realize he was gone. His dad probably wouldn’t notice at all.

Jazz…

Danny shook his head. If anything, Jazz would be the one to forgive him for being dumb. She understood what it was like to have this burning curiosity, this need to know.

The door didn’t always appear. Most nights it did, but only when Danny was distracted by something, usually the stars outside his window, sometimes a particularly fun video game or a good book. It only ever appeared right on the cusp of night and morning, before the sun rose fully but after the stars hid away. And it always waited for him to look away before it disappeared.

He didn’t plan on looking away tonight.

The first night after his mother’s warning, he’d stayed up all night, terrified, waiting for the door to appear. It never did. In fact, the next month, he spent every second awake expecting it to appear and being almost disappointed when it didn’t.

It appeared again, in much the same way it had the first time, while Danny was star gazing.

That’s why, now, knowing the rules (or rather what few rules he could tell from this side of the door), Danny was determined to follow through. None of his questions would be answered just waiting for the door to appear or not appear, nor would they be answered by spending time staring at it and studying it from the outside.

He needed to go through.

The brass knob was cold against his palm, and it turned easily. The click of the mechanism was loud in the night’s quiet. He held his breath. He opened the door.

There was no resistance when it swung open. Almost the opposite, in fact, like it had been waiting for an excuse. The soft purple light that had teased the edges of the door was much closer to a deep, swirling purple that looked almost like mist and obscured the path forward.

But Danny wasn’t scared.

He was curious.

He stepped through, and heard the door close softly behind him. Just like in a horror movie really, and exactly like the stories his mother told him, warning him of monsters and things from the other side.

It didn’t matter anymore, if he’d made the right choice. He’d made his choice and there was only one path to take. Danny walked into the mists and kept walking.

No more than an hour could have passed, but it felt like much longer. Time seemed to stretch along with the endless path, and Danny hadn’t come any closer to the answers he wanted.

He sighed. “Hello? Is anyone here?” he tried calling out, to no avail.

This was turning out to be a waste of a trip. With all the cryptic warnings, he’d hoped it wouldn’t be boring at the very least, yet here he was. The only difference between this and one of Sam’s ‘nature hikes’ was that Danny couldn’t see anything through the damned purple mist.

Or could he?

Danny squinted his eyes, catching something moving just to his left. It was very much hidden, the deep purple of its cloak camouflaged perfectly against the swirling purples all around him. He took a step closer, off the path, and felt the air still around him.

A voice, haunting and deep, startled him.

“A quick learner,” it said.

Danny felt his mouth go dry. There was actually someone here, someone that might not be human. Someone that could summon a door into a kids room for half a decade waiting for them to open it.

Someone who might have answers.

Danny stepped closer, and the mist seemed to gather, catching on itself and folding into a physical shape. The hooded figure. Danny forced himself not to blink. It felt like anything was possible, that if he looked away, he’d miss too much to make sense of it later.

The hooded figure turned to him and beckoned with one gloved hand, the other holding a twisting, intricate staff covered in shapes and symbols Danny couldn’t quite make out. Danny didn’t step any closer.

It was clear this man wasn’t human, or at the very least hadn’t been for some time. The only thing Danny could see hidden under the cloak was an old clock. But even then, Danny couldn’t tell whether it was something he was wearing on his chest or if it simply was his chest and there was nothing else.

“You’re still cautious, even now when you’ve already made your decision?” the figure asked. “Did you not seek an answer to your curiosity?”

Danny frowned. This whatever-it-was knew more than he was comfortable with. Had he been watching from the other side? How? Is that why the door only appeared when it did? Why couldn’t he just open the door and step out if his goal was to spirit Danny away like in the stories?

There were just so many questions, and Danny still didn’t have any answers.

“Do you actually have any answers or are you just going to eat me?” he asked, growing irritated. It had been a long night, made longer by his fruitless walk, and it was starting to affect his temper.

Instead of answering, the figure lowered his arm, tilting his head to the side. “If you thought I was going to eat you, why did you come through the door? You’ve been very good at ignoring it so far.”

“Yeah see,” Danny said, throwing up his hands, “that kind of stuff only makes you sound more creepy and suspicious, you know! If your goal is child eating you should set up, idk a candy house or something. Pretend to be a grandma, I hear that works wonders provided you stay out of your own oven.”

The figure laughed. It sounded, off, not like a noise Danny recognized, but more like a collage of sounds: a ticking clock chiming with heavy clanking clockwork all wrapped in canary song and it vibrated all the way through Danny from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. It filled the air around them much like the mist once did and Danny felt glee himself, caught up as he was.

He looked up desperately at the figure, trying to keep ahold of himself and how he truly felt, lost in the sudden sea of emotion. The figure’s cloak was bunched up, as if he was doubled over in laughter, his gloves clutching at his staff and the entire collection shaking with slight tremors.

The hood turned towards him, empty, and Danny’s panic spiked. The laughter stopped, and the figure stood once more, pulling the hood further down and hiding the nothingness underneath.

“I apologize,” he said, sincere. “It’s been some time since I’ve felt in such good humor, and you took me off guard. I hope you didn’t get too swept away?”

Danny, who was still definitely feeling the effects of the other’s laughter, shook his head no. “I’m alright. I just- what are you?”

“I am like Clockwork,” he answered readily. “Though the question you should be asking, Daniel, is what are you? That is a much more interesting answer.”

Disagreeing vehemently, Danny shook his head. Like Clockwork? Was that his name? Why he had a clock, er, was a clock? How did that work? What was he? Simply what his name implied? Something more? There were a billion and a half questions he wanted answers to that were more interesting than that.

Then again, there had to be a reason he said it, right? “Okay Clockwork, I’ll bite. What am I?”

He could swear the thing smiled. “You are halfway there.”

#dannymay2021 #danny phantom #clockwork #danny fenton #horror #horror themes #loosely based off TPoH #but not nearly that well thought out #Bee's writing

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ninjastormhawkkat · 3 years

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Alliance Swap Au: Other Characters

In my first post for this au, I mentioned which ally of Wordgirl is swapped. Some of this involves a swap of powers. It will also involve a swap of personality. Here is the outline for each characters.

Victoria and Violet:

I noticed that Victoria does have some good qualities despite her overall villainous character. (That is definitely her parents fault.) One thing I noted is that Victoria does have somewhat of a dependable character and she is smart enough to realize her situation and mistakes (when her ego is not in the way). In one episode (I forgot the name) Victoria was willing to work together with Wordgirl to get Wordgirl’s powers back from Victor. Even though Victoria’s main motivation was to not be out-bested by her brother, she did prove dependable in helping Wordgirl out. In this au, I increased Victoria’s better qualities. She is a loyal and dependable best friend to Becky. She still acts brash and is somewhat brutally honest, but she will acknowledge her flaws and sincerely apologize when called out for her bad behavior. She is sassy and will throw hands to protect her friends, even when she doesn’t have to. (Tobey and Becky often have to pull her back to keep Victoria from getting hurt or worse.) In this au, Victoria has a single ponytail, regular hair ribbons that are blue in color. She wears a light blue shirt with a grey jacket. Her skirt, shoes, and socks are the same as in canon. Victoria likes Pretty Princess (not to an extant as Becky). In this au her parents are corporate people. (Idk the jobs) They are better than their canon selves, but are a little distant due to how busy their jobs are. They do love their children and want the best for them (not pushing them to be the best always) they just don’t have the time to spend with them as they want to. Victoria’s parents do let Victor and Victoria stay with friends or a good babysitter when they are extremely busy. The Best’s home is not as extravagant as in canon and the rest of the family are dressed more normally and comfortably. (They are still an upper-class family, but look like a normal family to everyone else.) Instead of Art, Becky and Victoria take music class together. (Becky is still terrible.) Victoria does not have her powers. Victoria is sensible in this au, but does try to become a superhero because it looks awesome. “Violet Superhero” happens a little differently, but Victoria does not take the mantle anymore because she realizes she is not cut out for heroics and leave it to the professionals. She and Tobey are still fans of Wordgirl, neither are easily fooled as the rest of the city. (Victoria’s hero outfit is same as canon.) Victoria is basically sassy mostly and does have General Smoochington, but treats him like a loving pet in this au and is definitely a lot more caring toward him.

For Violet, I decided to twist her good qualities and make them corrupt. This was based on the villain from Wander over Yonder, Dr. Screwball, and how he wanted to make everyone laugh, whether they wanted to or not. Violet in this au wants to live in a world where everything is all sunshine and rainbows and everyone is happy all the time. She thinks that everybody is a winner and it is not fair when someone gets a trophy when another person doesn’t. Violet was raised in an environment by her mother where everything and everybody needs to live in peace and harmony and those who don’t need to be shown the error of their ways. Ex. In the introduction episode for Victoria Best, Violet gets upset when Victoria earns a lot of trophies (not every trophy like in canon). So she takes them to “teach her a lesson” about humility. (In this au, Victoria earned her trophies because of her hard work.) Violet also gets upset when she sees how Wordgirl treats the villains even though she is just doing her job and treats them the same as canon. Violet does get mistaken for Wordgirl and does try to take up the role of Wordgirl just to prove that Wordgirl is doing a terrible job and she should become a hero to be more sympathetic to everyone. (Her hero outfit is “The Framer”). Her powers are similar to Victoria’s. She has pink eyes when she uses them to move and levitate stuff. Violet paints and shows everyone her painting which puts them in a hypnotic trance which keeps them in a peaceful state until the control wears off. (If anyone has watched the Scooby-Doo: Mystery Incorporated episode “When Walks Aphrodite” it is similar to that.)

Tobey and Scoops:

I sorta did the same thing as I did for Violet and Victoria in this au. There are no interest or ability swaps for these two.

Tobey in this au is just an avid, albeit a little too energetic, inventor. Tobey is head of the media/technical club and is in charge of the media stuff used in school such as electronics used for classrooms and organizing technical special effects for school events. Tobey still dresses the same, but acts like a lovable nerd. Both he and Becky have crushes on each other, but the boy is oblivious as heck that Becky has a crush on him. Becky is not as lovey-dovey as she is in canon with Scoops when expressing herself towards Tobey in this au. Tobey has no idea that Becky is Wordgirl until the “Invasion of the Bunny Snatchers” episode. Tobey still invents robots for fun on the side.

For Scoops, you remember how I made his character in my Morally Gray Wordgirl au? Well he is a lot worse in this au. He is still a reporter and a part of the Daily Rag (not head reporter). In this au, Scoops will do anything to get a Scoop, even sometimes aiding villains or helping to cause incidents to just get a great story. (Since Tobey is not a villain in this au, I have Dr. Ape Brains taking over most of Tobey’s canon roles with some shifts to other villains.) He is obsessed with finding out Wordgirl’s identity and causes an incident where he messes with Tobey’s Robots which cause them to go on a rampage at Becky’s home and a few other instances. Scoops does not mean to get people hurt, but he is too focused on “getting the BIG scoop” to notice. He does get punished by his parents. Canon outfit.

Eileen and Rex:

Now I chose to swap these two because they are both similar in personality. The both have childlike curiosity and are equally energetic. They both tend to ignore what others tell them and seem to think they know what they are doing.

In this au, Eileen is a alien superhero from the planet Gigantian. She can control her size changes and is super strong. She can’t fly but has incredible stamina and dexterity that allows her to leap high in the air. She still has the baby talk (kids on Gigantian talk like a baby until their 13.) This annoys the heck out of Becky. Steven now has to deal with two energetic superheroes. (Sarcastically) Lucky him. Her hero name is Giantess. Her hero outfit is a pink mask. She has a suit style similar to Kid Math’s, but the main colors are pink with purple gloves, boots, and a cape. Her insignia is a mini green person in a strongman stance with black radio wave lines surrounding the person which symbolizes Eileen’s growth and shrinking abilities. Her secret identity outfit is the same as in canon. Her hairstyle as a superhero is in a ponytail while her secret identity has her canon hair and bow.

Rex is a kid villain known has Math Whiz. He treats everything as a research study. Rex does believe every day is his birthday which entitles him to do anything he wants all in the name of research. In the introductory episode for Eileen (changed for this au) Rex takes Squeaky for a lab rat and obliviously ignores Squeaky biting him all the time for release. When he doesn’t get what he wants he uses his powers. Rex is able to project holographic math monsters of various sizes that either protect him, steal for him, or attack anyone that bothers him (on command). These monsters may be holographic but can hurt someone physically. They look like math numbers and equations, have sharp teeth, cartoon eyes and arms, and are mainly white in color with a blue hue that surrounds them. Luckily, the amount of math monsters Rex is able to generate depend on his level of entitlement. If he is greedy for one thing or if it is for small reasons, he can usually generate one monster. Even if he is able to generate multiple math monsters at once, it takes a lot of energy out of him so he can only do it a few times.

Rose Franklin and Chazz:

Recently, I decided to do a character change swap for Rose Franklin. I originally picked Katy because she was friendly and apologetic with Toby like Rose was with Scoops. Writing this post, I began to think about how Chazz was in the episode where he was being a bad influence for TJ. Since I have Scoops being a villain in this au, why not do the same for Rose. In this au, Rose acts like a cool girl/bad influence which impresses TJ and he develops a silly crush on her (which then ends when Wordgirl gets him back to his senses). She has an outfit and attitude similar to Chazz’s, but adjusted for a girl. Rose in this au is called Roe.

Chazz in this au is a laid back, but intelligent kid who uses focuses on environmental science. The “News Girl” episode is retitled “Science Boys” for this au. In this au, Chazz accidentally insults Tobey by saying building robots isn’t really a helpful science as it would make people too dependent on robots. (Tobey is immediately upset and ready to throw hands because NO ONE insults his robots. Becky holds him back before Tobey does something stupid). Chazz in this au is called Chad Hudson. He moved to Fair City with his mom who is the new Forewoman (idk what a female foreman is supposed to be called?) for the Power Plant. Wordgirl and Mouse Ace stop the energy monster from destroying the plant and giving Chazz’s mom more work. In this au, Becky takes Chad to natural places along with technical places to get him more comfortable with the city and to ease the issues between him and Tobey. (Tobey does make friends with him in the end.) Tobey during this tour gets upset when Chad creates environment experiments that are beneficial for the civilians and villains. Ex. he creates an organic, environmentally friendly, gel that is great for Chuck’s bread skin and helps the grocery store manager to grow more head hair which he talks to Chad about profiting in his store. Chad figures out Becky’s identity the same way Rose does because this guy is smart. He plans Becky’s exposure as a major science project because her identity and life is a great scientific study. Steven is doing work stuff when Becky calls him to help her fight the bad guys so Steven is not on the tour with them. Steven finds out about how Chad discovered her identity after Becky tells him. Steven, after Tobey, confronts Chad (Tobey’s talk is similar as Scoop’s talk to Rose) and he basically explains the importance of keeping Wordgirl’s identity secret (acting as an adult) and also sort of threatens Chad (Two Brains’ canon character is showing). Luckily Chad, at this point, had already decided to not reveal Wordgirl’s secret and do something else for his project.He is from now on scared of Becky’s dad. It also takes a while for Steven to fully trust him.

Everyone else is pretty much the same for this au. Steven and Becky are neighbors to the Botsfords, TJ is still a fan of Wordgirl with Johnson as his sidekick (I decided to not bother swapping them for the au), and Miss Powers is still an evil alien (I couldn’t find anyone for her or Colonel Gigglecheeks). I don’t have any ship ideas for Victoria or the rest of the characters in this au. Except for Tobecky.

(Another thing I forgot to mention in my first post about Squeaky is that the mouse sometimes travels with Becky in her pocket. So he does come with her to school sometimes. He usually sticks with Steven in the lab. Squeaky is kidnapped as was Bob in the “Birthday Girl” episode and is put in a girly dress which he despises with every fiber in his being. He also escapes the “Invasion of the Bunny Snatchers” mind control and helps Becky because his body was too small for the button to stick on well.)

So that is my Alliance Swap au for Wordgirl

#wordgirl au #alliance swap au #wordgirl #violet #scoops #becky #Steven Boxleitner #kid math #eileen #victoria best #tobey mcallister #rose franklin #chazz #power and personality swap

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peachesndreamss · 4 years

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Drops of Jupiter

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x female reader

Warnings: None! Lil angst if you squint, some language. Lots of fun avengers dialog, because Idk I love the team dynamic

Summary: You just got back from being away for six months in Africa, and your team has missed you! But you're unsure about a certain someone, who you left behind because he broke your heart.

Word count: 5.9k :)

When you stepped out of the quinjet, the first thing you noticed was the sound of snow crunching beneath your boots. That, and the immediate windchill, turning the tip of your nose pink. The pilot had told you to put your coat on... and for good reason. It had been so long since you'd come back here, you'd almost forgot how cold the winters on base could get. You turn your head to the sky and notice it's still snowing. The snowflakes were falling, hitting your skin and melting almost on impact, settling in your hair. This feeling, it was so familiar to you that it made you smile.

Now that she's back in the atmosphere, drops of Jupiter in her hair

It had been at least six months since you last set foot on this landing pad. It had been at least six months since you had last set foot on this landing pad. Six months since you'd last lived here, six months since you'd been without your team. Six months since you'd been without him. Your heart lurches at the thought, though you can't tell whether it's from excitement or dread.

Six months ago, you left for Africa to do work there under SHIELD's relief program. You had heard about them before, but never took the initiative to join until then. Fury had introduced you to the job opportunity a while before you took the offer, saying you'd be a hell of a good fit for it. And even you had to admit, you had fit quite well there. The people you worked alongside were kind, as were the people in the villages you helped.

Before you were a part of the Avenger's initiative, that would have been your dream job. It was always your dream to help people the way you had been the past six months. You wanted to make a difference, make good on everything you had learned in your training.

But of course it all changed when you became an Avenger.

Every footstep you took crunched with the snow underfoot, and it set your mind a little more at ease. The snow made you happy. After being in hot dry weather for so long, you hadn't realized how much you missed the cold. The way it settled onto your skin, the chill of the crisp air as it blows through your hair. The pure enjoyment you get out of sitting by the fire to warm your bones, cup of hot chocolate in between your cold hands. The love you feel for your team when they're gathered by the fire with you, sharing stories and laughing together after a long day in the frigid weather. That was the part you enjoyed the most.

Becoming an avenger had turned your world upside down, more than you could have ever expected and in more good ways than bad by far. You had found family in a group so diverse and different from eachother, but so alike at the same time. You had found home in newfound friendships, strong bonds strengthened over long missions and near death experiences and trust so unbreakable it could stand the test of time.

Or so you thought.

A door opens across the landing pad and out steps a very familiar face, one you found you had missed very much. A million dollar smile splits your face, one to rival that of the playboy himself, but even he seemed happy to see you.

Tony had been your very first friend when you joined the team. You formed a bond instantly, though you never quite figured out what brought you so close, considering you were two very different people. He was like the big brother you never had, a shoulder to cry on, someone who no matter what could bring a smile to your face.

"Tony..." you breathe, almost a relieved sigh as you cross the short distance of snow to wrap him in a hug, which he gladly reciprocates.

"Good to see you too, kid." He hums, and a laugh bubbles up from your chest, genuine and warm. He grips your shoulders gently and pulls back, giving you a once over and grinning.

"Look at you. Six months away from home and you haven't changed a bit." He muses and you roll your eyes good naturedly.

"Oh please, I couldn't change it up too much! Then you'd hardly recognize me. I might show you up." You retort, which causes him to snort.

"You wish. I'm happy about it!" He points out, putting an arm around your shoulder as he leads you inside, away from the cold. He continues, a satisfied smirk on his face and it causes your brow to arch just like it used to when you'd banter back and forth.

"I made a bet with Nat. She said you'd either cut or dye your hair, change your appearance somehow before you got back. I said you absolutely would not, and now she owes me fifty bucks." And then you starts to laugh.

"I cannot believe you made a bet about that! As if you need fifty from Nat anyways, mister billionaire playboy philanthropist." You muse. He shrugs in response, closing the door behind you, engulfing you in warmer air inside.

"It's all about principle. Bottom line, I was correct." He seemed so proud of himself... you didn't want to burst his bubble just yet with the tattoo across your back, so of course you let him have his moment.

You slip your coat off over your shoulders and hang it up, gloves coming off next. They were wet from the snow, and it was much too warm to keep them on anyways. This left you in a long sleeved gray shirt and some jeans, and you were already feeling at home again.

On the plane ride back you were worried about not quite fitting in anymore... it had been six months after all. Things change, people change of course. But the greeting from Tony and the playful banter? It felt just like it used to.

"C'mon, I'm sure the team has missed their resident tie breaker." He comments, which makes you laugh again. It was true. Often there would be team disputes, and you were always the deciding factor. Mostly because several people were impartial, like Vision and Wanda. So naturally, you, ever opinionated, became the deciding factor. You were anxious to see them again, your friends. Your family.

You could hear the warm chatter of voices down the hallway, and your steps faltered a little. Tony notices your hesitation and looks at you curiously.

"Hey, what's got you all nervous? I promise they've missed you. Tin man hasn't shut up about you coming home since yesterday. He said something about having movies to watch." That makes you smile. Bucky was your movie watching buddy. He was the only one with the attention span to sit through your favorites with you, to actually listen to you explain the lore and history involved with the actors and the way they were filmed. He was a film nerd you both had discovered, much to your delight. You were really looking forward to seeing him again too. But he wasn't why you were hesitating.

"Does he know I'm coming?" You ask meekly. Tony's brows furrow in confusion, not quite catching what you meant.

"Of course. I just told you! Your hearing going out? Because I can start calling you old instead of the walking museum exhibits in there." He quips, talking about Steve and Buck, and you hit him lightly on the shoulder, causing him to scowl.

"Not him, Tony." You snap, but there was no real anger behind it. It was more like... fear. Apprehension at the exchange that was bound to happen.

"Oh... him. Yeah, Wanda told him a day or so ago. He hasn't said anything about it though, and he doesn't know when." He replies, tone a little softer than before. Tony was a handful, sure, but he knew when to be sensitive to emotion. And in this situation, that's exactly what you needed. Tony notices the way the tension slips into your shoulders and he purses his lips.

"Hey, it'll be alright. I'm sure he missed you too. Who wouldn't miss you! You keep this team together." He says, his voice gentle yet firm in his statements, and a small smile tugs at the edge of your lips.

"If he isn't happy, that's his problem." He continues, speaking your name with an air of comfort that washed over your nerves. "Truth is we've all missed you. And if he hasn't, then he's stupid and he can stay in his room until he gets over it." He concludes. You couldn't help but smile.

"You always know just what to say, don't you?" You hum, and he chuckles.

"I pride myself in it. Now come on, everyone's been waiting all day. I'm not even sure if they know you're here yet."

You could never say no to him. Even when something inside you knew damn well there was one person that might not have missed you at all, you were still going to see your team. Tony was right, even if you'd never admit it, lest it go to his ego. You'd be damned if one man would make you reluctant to see your family.

The sounds of voices got louder, and you could clearly hear what they were talking about. Well, more like arguing about. That definitely hadn't changed a bit.

"Why'd you have to say anything about it, I'm just trying to enjoy my evening!" You hear, and instantly recognize the voice as Bucky. He sounded whiny, and you had to hold back a snicker.

"How could I not! That mug is damn ugly. It's my duty as a citizen to tell you that." Now that was Sam, another one of your boys you'd missed dearly. One of the first things you'd noticed when you went to Africa was the silence... the lack of arguing from Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.

"It is not your duty as a citizen, it's your duty as an asshole." Bucky gripes, and Sam's laughter rings through the hall. You felt the need to stay where you were out of sight just to listen to them.

"I dunno, Buck. It is pretty ugly." Steve chiming in as usual, always deriving enjoyment out of getting Bucky riled up like that. He liked to see him mad sometimes. As prim and proper as everyone thought Steve Rogers was, he sure did love to instigate.

"Well, his word is law." Sam continues. Bucky groans.

"He's not god, you know!"

"As a god I can confirm. The mug is atrocious." The deep voice calls from a different point in the room. Thor was here, which made you even more excited. He was back and forth a lot, but when he was here you really did enjoy his company.

"Everyone is against me and my coffee mug. I don't see what's so ugly about it." Bucky retorts, and Sam is quick to jump on that.

"It's neon green with pictures of cartoon cats all over it. How can it not be called ugly."

It dawns on you that you had bought that mug for Bucky actually. You two had been on a mission in Yosemite, and it had caught your eye because it was, in fact, the ugliest cup you had ever seen. But when you showed it to Bucky he had absolutely loved it. Why, you had absolutely no idea.

"You just have shitty taste in mugs. All of you." He decides, and that makes several people groan. Bucky Barnes was stubborn, that everyone knew. There was no getting through to that man once his mind was set.

"Oh, don't be so bitter, Buck. We're just being honest with you." Steve tries to reason, and the outraged sound that falls from Steve's mouth immediately after along with Sam and Thor's laughter meant one thing. Bucky had flipped him off.

You turned to Tony and found that he had already walked into the room, leaving you behind in the hall. He must have known you wanted to surprise them. Besides... who would Tony be if he didn't give his two cents in the argument.

"What is the married couple fighting about this time?" Tony asks, even though he had been listening right alongside you.

"Sam has told Bucky that his mug is ugly. And everyone agrees." Thor informs him, to which Tony looks at the mug, pretending to mull it over.

"I dunno... it isn't that bad. I've seen far worse ones in my cabinet." He says, and Sam makes a face.

"There is no way in hell there is a mug uglier than that one in the cabinet."

Tony smirks. You already knew which mug the bastard was going to bring up, which also happened to belong to you.

"Have you seen that Captain America mug in there? Tacky as all hell." He says, and Bucky almost spits his coffee. Steve became red in the face

"That's not even mine! I don't even know how it got there!" Steve defends.

If there was one thing Tony was good at, it was bothering Steve. That, and making entrances... which you realized was exactly what he was doing for you. Setting up an entrance. That sly bastard. You take a deep breath and decide that this was a better time than any. And if you didn't take this chance, Tony would complain that he set that up perfectly for weeks.

You step into the doorway and cross your arms over your chest, amusement dancing across your features.

"I leave for six months, and you boys bash my mug taste? Maybe I should have stayed in Africa." You sound your opinion and heads turn to see you standing there for the first time

She acts like summer and walks like rain, reminds me that there's time to change

It was the cutest thing, seeing the surprise on their faces turn into the biggest smiles, accompanied by happy exclamations of your name. You couldn't help but mirror the expression. Steve was the closest, and he was always a hugger so of course you find yourself wrapped in a strong hug much sooner than you expected.

"We didn't know you'd be getting in today!" He exclaims, and you laugh.

"Well, I couldn't pass up an opportunity to surprise you guys since it almost never happens." You point out. Steve pulls away and rubs the back of his neck, still grinning that million dollar smile.

"Yeah, you've got a point." He admits. Pulling a surprise over the eyes of assassins and superheroes and gods was quite the task, so you relished in the reactions.

You walk further into the room, and Sam beams over at you.

"Been a while! And to think we were talkin' shit on your mugs." He teases

"I know! Gonna have to teach you guys a lesson. I got Bucky that mug as a gift, you know." You inform, and Sam scoffs.

"I stand by my statement."

"Good to see you too, Sam." You reply warmly, giving him a huge grin.

Bucky was up off the couch, mug forgotten on the coffee table as he came over to greet you.

"Did you hear them being mean to me and my mug? The nerve of these assholes." He quips and it makes you giggle.

"Oh I know. Such mistreatment, Bucky, how did you ever survive without me here." You muse, pouting playfully. He gives you a hug too, giving you a good feeling as he tells you it was good to see you again.

Tony pours himself a drink at the bar, and Thor tips his own glass of something your way.

"My Lady, it has been too long." He rumbles and you put your hands on your hips, tilting you head backwards a little to meet his eyes better. The tall bastard.

"It has indeed... more than six months I believe." And it really had been. Thor hadn't been there when you left, important business in Asgard regarding his brother and you completely understood. There was no way you could be upset with someone who was the embodiment of a giant teddy bear. He sets his glass down, wrapping you in a close to suffocating bear hug, squeezing a laugh out of you.

"Dear friend, how we've missed you. Are you here to stay once more?" He asks, letting go of you so you could meet more than expectant faces. Truth was, you hadn't told them you planned to come back permanently... Tony knew, but they weren't entirely sure. You didn't want to tell them in case you changed your mind.

But the warm greeting really reminded you why you loved this place, why you loved these people.

"Of course I'm here to stay. How could I keep away from my favorite team?"

The cheers and the hugs that followed made you so absolutely beyond happy, you could hardly take it. It had been so long since you'd felt this loved, so at home. Africa had been wonderful, but here was where you felt you truly belonged.

♡♡♡

Bruce and Clint had made their appearance later, giving the same warm greeting of course. Everyone had settled around the couches and chairs, wanted to catch up with you, talk about your experiences. And to continue the debate about Bucky's mug, much to his discontent.

Nat had popped in at some point, and that had been a warm welcome just the same. She settled in next to you on the couch and handed you a mug of coffee, and you'd never felt more at home, at peace. You were so warm, legs folded beneath you with comfortable socks and friendly conversation among friends. But of course it doesn't take long for that to crash in on itself.

You heard the familiar rumble of a landing quinjet before you even had time to panic and hide away somewhere. The team hardly seemed to notice, too busy being wrapped up in their heated debate. It had moved on from Bucky and his ugly mugs to a better topic of conversation: why Titanic was a better movie than Jurassic Park. The only person who noticed the way you tensed was of course Nat, who was sitting so close. But she could have noticed that from across the room.

She squeezes your knee, a silent reassurance. You'd need all the help in the world right now to get through this.

You could hear the familiar slam of a door from outside, the sound of soft accented voices in the hall. Steve had told you the twins had gone on a short mission... that they might not be back until the end of the week.

Apparently they got home early.

Everything about your posture screamed I don't want to be in this room when he comes in. But you know you should be... if you were going to stay for good, then damn it you could stay if you wanted. Besides... he was the one that broke it off in the first place.

Since her return from her stay on the moon, she listens like spring and she talks like June

Wanda emerged from the hall first, always better at packing up her stuff on the ship before her brother. He always took his damn time, that much you remembered. It used to annoy the hell out of you.

She puts her bag down and breathes out a long sigh, turning her head towards the commotion in the living space. She only takes notice of you when she was halfway to sitting on the couch, and she has to do a double take.

Wanda was like a sister to you, and you really did try to keep in touch, but after what happened it had just been so difficult. But she smiles at you, and you're not so worried about whether or not she forgives you anymore.

"I knew you were coming, but it still managed to surprise me a little." She admits, and you can only laugh. You wanted to drum up a good reply for her, but it dies in your throat at the sound of heavier footsteps coming down the same hall. Everyone else was still engaged in heated conversation, but it was white noise to your ears when he entered the room.

He looked as good as ever, even when he had that mission-worn expression on his face. His silver hair was pushed back off his face, which was smudged in dirt, sharp jawline peppered in stubble aside from his usual facial hair. He wore his tactical suit, which clung to him in all the right ways so it wouldn't get in the way when he ran. You used to love when he put that damn suit on... it made you hot under the collar. It still did, and you realize this with a bit of resentment.

You could tell he was tired, and you almost felt bad for being here because you knew once he realized you were sitting on the couch he'd get ten times more exhausted. But it was too late to hide away now.

Normally he would have noticed you right away, but his exhaustion seemed to be overwhelming his vigilance. He knew you were supposed to show up, he just didn't know when. That's what Tony had said at least.

Speaking of, Tony casts a glance over to you, a sort of brotherly reassurance. He wanted to make sure you were alright. You send him a barely-there nod in confirmation.

Pietro groans and throws his stuff down on the floor alongside Wanda's things, scrubbing a hand through his hair. That's when Tony decides to speak up.

"Welcome back, speedy. You missed an enthralling debate, and we'd love your input. Titanic or Jurassic Park? There's only one side to this that's correct, so choose wisely." He calls over, and Pietro looks at him quizzically.

He seems to ponder it for a moment as he makes his way towards the couches, not quite looking your way because Tony had already captured his attention, drawing him in so he couldn't run off. Clever man.

"Jurassic Park. No question." He decides, and there's a collection of groans from certain team members. You felt just a little pride bubble in your chest. Jurassic Park was your pick too. Tony was among those who groaned.

"How dare you choose a dinosaur movie over the cinematic masterpiece that is Titanic! This team lacks taste." He gripes, and Bucky is quick to jump his case, protesting something like 'the movie is historically inaccurate and there was enough room on the door for both' and then Tony called him a fossil. So on and so forth.

Pietro laughs, a sound that made your heart ache, and he makes his way over towards the couch to sit down, towards where you were sitting. Which makes sense... you sat in the spot he normally occupies on the couch. You were just so used to sitting there alongside him that you forgot it was his spot.

Tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded? And that heaven is overrated?

He casts his eyes up to the seat, maybe ten or so feet away, and he stops dead in his tracks as his eyes lock onto yours. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe. That gaze, steely blue, flooded with emotion caught off guard like that? It could bring you to your knees. It has before.

Tony had been watching the exchange with baited breath, seeming to sense the rising tension. He wasn't the only one who had caught on, several teammates were watching now, anxious to see what would happen. They knew your history, remembered the sounds of explosive arguments from the past. Before anything could escalate too quickly, Tony decides to do something.

"Alright, guys! Movie room, asap! We'll watch both movies, and decide which one is better than the other then. Mandatory team bonding! C'mon, let's go." He quips, and as a few teammates start to protest he shushes them.

"And people who have been traveling and recently got back are excluded." He adds. Thank god for Tony Stark.

Everyone rises and starts to leave the room, save for you and Pietro, who were still locked in a silent staring match, both a little too caught in the moment to say anything. Natasha gives your knee a little squeeze before she goes though you hardly register it, leaving the two of you alone in the room.

The air felt suffocating, even moreso following the silence that engulfed the room when they were gone. No one has said a single thing yet... you didn't know what to say to him. So many thoughts were running around in your head, emotions you had bottled up and shoved deep down. Thankfully, after a long while of agonizing silence, he takes the liberty upon himself.

He says your name, softly, like it hurt him to form the syllables at all. His voice was rough around the edges, raw and so quiet that if anyone else had been in the room you wouldn't have heard him. You still say nothing, even if the was he sounded knocked the wind out of you.

"I uh... didn't expect you back today." He continues, trying to find some semblance of control in his emotions. It didn't seem to be working.

"...Yeah. I didn't think you'd get home today either." You reply, and the faltering of your own voice surprises you. God, you hadn't even been here with him more than an hour. His effect on you was ridiculous.

He sighs, though his posture was still rather tense. "Recon mission, ended early." He mumbles, and the way he shifts from foot to foot portrayed his anxiety with the situation. He was nervous... but you didn't blame him. You felt as if your heart would leap out of your chest, even though he caused you so much pain the last time you were with him.

You simply nod, watching him closely. He seemed to be thinking over his next words, long and hard. Like he wasn't sure what to say at all, which was so unlike him. Pietro Maximoff, who always knows what to say, always having a sharp reply on the edge of his lips for everything, a charming smirk to follow. Finally, he speaks.

"I missed seeing you around, you know." The way he said it was so tender, like he really meant it. But the phrasing made you surprisingly angry, and your hands ball into fists in your lap.

"You don't get to miss me." You say, tone even but laced with hurt and venom. He broke you. He doesn't get to pretend it wasnt his fault you left.

The words strike him like a punch to the stomach, and his brows crease. You expected him to argue, but he almost looks resigned to the matter.

"I... I know. I wanted to call, but..." he begins, but you feel your temper flare. All the pent up anger, and hurt, and sadness you felt when you left were finally rising to the surface, settling in your chest and lighting a fire that refused to be put out.

"But you didn't. No call, no text, not even a letter or a post card. I got nothing from you for six months, so I don't expect anything now. You don't get to apologize because you're guilty. You meant what you said before I left, own up to it." You snap. He could hear the way your voice rose towards the end, knew you were angry. You had every right to be.

"Come on, you know I'm sorry-"

"No, I don't. I don't know that. Not once did you say you were sorry before now." Your voice was rising, and you didn't care. You just didn't care. He hurt you, and he needed to feel it damn it.

"I know I let you down, but please, just hear-" he starts, voice rising with an air of desperation but you cut him off again.

"I don't want your apology. I want you to leave me alone." You retort, trying to edge your voice with finality. You didn't want to open yourself to be hurt again. Not by the man who broke your heart so completely. Not by the man who once owned it, dominated your mind with his laugh and quick wit and impish smile. The man who still owned it.

"You know I can't leave you alone. I could never leave you alone, even if I wanted to. Believe me, I've tried." His voice cracks towards the end, and you meet his eyes again. He looked so... broken. But so were you.

Just leave me alone! I had to pick up the pieces of what you broke, I don't want to have to do that again. I-I... I'm still healing... Let me heal. Leave me be..." You plead. Even if you were so damn angry, you were tortured by this. You didn't want to listen. But he kept talking anyways.

"I... after you left, I just couldn't get over you. I couldn't get you out of my mind, how much I missed you. I missed you, damn it." He says, and the way he spits his words out makes you want to believe him so badly. You bite your tongue so hard, you think it might bleed.

"I missed everything about you. Waking up to you in the morning. Hearing your laugh. Making you smile. The way you'd wrinkle your nose when I said something that you thought was stupid. I never realized how completely and utterly in love with you I was until you were gone. And fuck, I love you. I love you so much it hurts." He sounded so desperate to get his point across, so hopeless and anguished. You hadn't noticed you started to shake. He notices and starts towards you, closing the distance slowly with paced steps, gauging your reaction. When you don't protest, he doesn't stop coming closer.

You had never heard him say that before. That he loves you. You told him you loved him for the first time about six months ago, in his room laying on his bed. You meant it so wholly, with every beat of your heart you loved this man. And as soon as the words left your lips, he closed himself off to you. You'd never felt that rejected in your life, that alone.

He'd broken up with you a week later... said that it wasn't working for him anymore with no other explanation than that. That's why you took the job in Africa and up and left a week later. Being around him every day, knowing he'd brushed off your declaration like it was nothing was too much, caused too much pain. You couldn't deal with that. So you left, leaving him behind so you could heal in peace.

Sitting in front of him here, with him pouring his heart out to you, you just didn't know if you had the strength to withstand it. Not when you still loved him with everything you had.

"I should have told you then, I know. I've felt it since the first day I met you, and god it scared me, and I really fucked up. It scared me to love someone like this... the way I love you. And I know, I don't even deserve to talk to you right now, but I just wanted you to know. I'll tell everyone in this tower, damn it. I love you."

He was in front of you now, watching you with eyes so stormy they were more grey than blue. You take in a shaky, gasping breath, and his hands twitch like he wanted to reach out and touch you, comfort you the way he used to, but he doesn't. He doesn't know where the relationship stands now, and honestly, you don't either.

You sniffle quietly, on the verge of tears, just staring at him trying not to cry. You didn't like to cry, not in front of anyone. He used to be your shoulder to cry on other than Tony, but now you just didn't know.

"I-I want to forgive you so... so bad, Piet. But you... you really hurt me. You broke me. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to you." You say quietly, the words meddling together as you try to get them out. You wanted them to come out strong, firm, but the crying didn't help. Instead they were hushed, broken up in between as you tried to breathe. You felt like you couldn't breathe.

His face falls even further, and then he does something that makes you feel so utterly helpless to stay angry. He falls to his knees in front of the couch, like he was begging. And technically, he was.

"Baby, please. My love. My princesa. My everything, please." He whispers with soft urgency, eyes so wide and anguished. He was baring his soul to you, and it made your resolve crumble. He'd never been this emotionally vulnerable before. His hands reach out slowly, testing the waters, and when you don't recoil he takes your hands in his own. They were warm, steady, unlike yours which in the moment were ice cold and shaky. He lifts them to his lips and kisses each finger, and god if that didn't melt your heart. Damn this man.

"Please come back to me. I'll never hurt you again, I promise. Please."

You had half a mind to say no, out of principle. But damn it, he was looking at you like you hung the moon, and you find that you really really missed him. You missed him so much, and here he was, apologizing and saying he loves you and touching you the way he used to, and you just couldn't.

You manage to give him a watery smile, the gesture making tears fall and streak across your cheeks. His hands reach up to cup your face, thumbs brushing them away, waiting for your response with baited breath.

"Pietro Maximoff, if you break my heart again so help me god I'm going to kill you." You mumble, and his face lights up like a christmas tree. It makes your heart trip over itself.

"I won't! Never again my love. I wouldn't dream of it." He whispers quickly, and when you nod in response, still smiling he surges forward in a very Pietro-fashion to kiss you with everything he has. Everything that says he loves you and missed you and that he was wrong, lips kissing you senseless. His hand drifts to the back of your neck, and somehow your own find themselves gripping onto dirty blonde locks of hair.

He was kissing you so deep and passionately, conveying just how much you mean to him, a hidden language only spoken through touch, and god have you missed this. Missed feeling so openly and wholly loved by someone. By him.

Missed feeling at home.

And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #371

“some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses”

What is one song you feel as though you sing particularly well, if any? Probably none, lol. What was the last lengthy task you completed? I love these unique questions I've had lately, but damn, are a lot of my answers "I don't know," lol. What type of photography do you enjoy looking at? Do you take any photos yourself, and if so, what types of things do you prefer to photograph? I love floral and wildlife photography. Landscapes, too, and I have a great fondness for boudoir for reasons I've mentioned in previous surveys. I like taking nature pictures, mainly. Have you ever gone out for the Black Friday shopping rush? Did you enjoy it, or not so much? Or, what’s the busiest shopping day you’ve ever experienced? Hell no, that's a hard pass. I'm sure the busiest shopping experience I've had was like at the mall or something around Christmas, idk. Do you enjoy reading diaries or stories you wrote from when you were younger, or does it embarrass you? If you’ve kept them, was there a particular reason for hanging on to them so long? NO. I DON'T. BECAUSE I CRINGE INTO ANOTHER DIMENSION. I keep a lot of it for memory's sake, but goddamn, is it always embarrassing. What would you say was your first true hobby? What about your most recently developed one? Um... the first thing I really remember is video games. I played Spyro like, a LOT, along with other childhood games. I was just really into gaming at a young age. Is there one thing that throws off your mood more than others, whether it be lack of sleep, lack of food, heat/cold, etc., and when was the last time you felt especially cranky? THE HEAT. I become so irritable. I was needlessly cranky a few days ago for whatever reason. What kinds of things are you likely to complain about? My legs hurting, more than anything. Also being hot. Do you like to put any extra effort into your food in terms of presentation, or do you prefer to just put it on a plate and eat it as it is, no frills? Ha, no. It's not gonna look fancy in my stomach, so whatever. Have you ever dated someone who had kids? No, and I very much doubt I ever would. Are there any candles in the room with you? No. Does the last person you kissed have tattoos? No, but I tell her all the time that dainty nature tattoos would be THE most beautiful on her. When was the last time someone called you pretty? I think when I last updated my Facebook profile picture. Do you like the color pink? It's my favorite! Does your cell phone have a case on it? What color? It came with this thin purple one. What was the last song you had on repeat? "Moon Baby" by Godsmack. Ever kissed someone your parents hated? No. Your most recent ex says he/she hates you, you say? I wouldn't *say* anything, I'd break down sobbing. Would you feel hurt if your last ex was in a relationship? No. Have you ever had to choose between two people? Yes: Jason and Juan. Juan and I dated for less than a day not all that long before Jason and I got together, and Juan was pretty upset. He was nooot a fan of Jason due to a shared ex-girlfriend. Jason, meanwhile, just didn't care. What is the saddest thing that has happened to you? What about the happiest? I think the saddest thing has to be my breakup, especially when you know just how madly in love I was with him and had endless trust that he would never leave, and then he was gone in a flash one night. The happiest is, in turn, my recovery from said split. I found strength in myself and felt hope for once as I learned coping mechanics and got a psychiatrist that was worth a shit in my partial hospitalization program. What was the last new drink you discovered that was delicious? *shrug* Do you have a YouTube channel? Yes. I don't make videos anymore, though. Were you happy as a teenager? God no, my depression was awful. What do you do for your mom on Mother’s Day? Sigh. Not enough. I just tell her happy Mother's Day, give her a hug, and try to be an extra good daughter. Do you know anyone who follows a raw vegan diet and lifestyle? No. Can you go see a doctor alone or do you like to take someone with you? I can do it alone (but only have once), but I like to bring my mom with me still. Would you have sex with someone of the same gender as you? I'm bi, so. Have you ever had a concussion? One or two, I can't remember. How many dresses do you own? Zero. Do you know anyone who has a pet gecko? Yeah, my friend Summer has a darling leopard gecko. I want oneeeeee. They look so damn derpy and adorable, and their chill demeanor is something I really like in pets. Would you ever go bear hunting? No. Absolutely never. Do you prefer drawing or painting? Any particular reason why? Drawing, for sure. At least you can erase stuff, and paint is just so messy. Do you like raisins? NO THANKS MAN. Do you remember your locker combinations from high school? Nope. Do you forget to flip the page of your calendar at the start of each month? I don't have a calendar. Are you racist to any race? Nope. Have you ever intentionally hurt an animal? I've given cats and dogs a small pop on the rear, but nothing more than that. I hate doing even that, but with the language barrier and all, sometimes it's the only way to get your point across. Do you own any autographed memorabilia? No. Have you ever dated a twin? No. Oreos or Chips Ahoy? Oreos. Have you ever considered being a cop? Yeah, no thank you. What’s your favorite superhero movie? Maybe Logan. I thought it was very emotional and just overall a good movie. Name somebody you know who deserves a better life than they have: MY MOM. Name something that you’re good at but don’t like: uhhhhhhhh Name something that you’re bad at but DO like: Dancing, maybe. Which is worse: Stale chips or flat soda? Stale chips, for sure. It's certainly not my preference, but I can drink flat soda. Who’s the hottest guy and hottest girl out there? M-Mark Fischbach. :') Girl... let's seeeeee... maybe Alissa White-Gluz from Arch Enemy. GodDAMN what a WOMAN. ❤_❤ Do you ever trip over your pets? Yes, because he just looooves to follow me at my feet. What’s your relationship like with your exes? Aaron, Juan, Jason, and Tyler: nonexistent. Sara and Girt: great. What was the last thing you turned down doing? Going to my nephew's t-ball game. I always feel bad when I say no when Mom asks if I wanna go... but at least the kids know I just don't handle the heat well. Are you a party animal? Faaaaar from it, my friend. Who are you the biggest fan of? m-m-m-mMARKIPLIER You’re DJ for the night - first track to get everyone going? Uhhhh maybe "Party Hard" by Andrew W.K.? Have you ever been hit on by a pushy person? I think Juan was kinda pushy, but not to an uncomfortable degree. He respected what I felt. What accent do you find attractive? Most attractive, British. But I also really like Scottish and Irish. Also French accents in women I tend to find very beautiful-sounding. Have you ever had feelings for a friend's partner? Yes. What’s your favorite thing to do that doesn’t cost much? Drive around take pictures, maybe? Let's, uh, ignore the whole gas crisis in this answer. When in danger are you more fight or flight? Flight. Do you feel self conscious about a certain body part? *gestures to entire body* Have you been accused of being manipulative? Yes. Have you ever considered violence to solve your problem? No. Are you romantic? I personally think so. If you are a smoker, how long does a pack typically last you? If you aren’t a smoker, does anybody you are close to smoke, & if so, are you against the fact that they’re a smoker? I don't smoke. To answer the next part, yes, like my dad and stepmom. I wish they would stop so badly, like it's literally going to kill them both. Do you have more subscribers or more people that you are subscribed to? On YouTube? I'm definitely subscribed to waaay more people. Is there anything that has been drilled into your brain since you were young & you finally decided to stop listening to? How did it feel once you decided to listen to yourself over what you were told? Yes: "finish your plate." Teaching your kid to eat beyond their comfort can be very destructive, and I'm glad I never stuck to that once Mom stopped enforcing it. If you are currently in a relationship, what is one thing that seems to be unique or different about your relationship with this person, compared to other relationships in general? If you are currently single, is this more of a choice or is it more just the way things are going, not really something you chose? If you are neither “single” or officially in a relationship, what are your feelings on your current situation? I'm single, and it's just how it is. I know realistically I wouldn't tell what felt like the right person no, but it really is probably better that I stay single and keep figuring my shit out. Think of somebody famous that you have a lot of respect for. What is something that you really admire them for? To name just one thing I admire in Mark, his relentless "I'm going to do this no matter what" attitude is very inspirational to me. He lets like... n-o-t-h-i-n-g get in his way. If somebody were to leave a harsh comment on a survey you took, judging you on one of your opinions, how would you react? I'd get pretty self-conscious, just because I in general take judgment quite poorly. I obsess over "what if they're right, and you're just an idiot?". Are there any other sites you use to find surveys to take? What sites do you use? I mainly use Tumblr and LiveJournal, but in times of great desperation, I'll use Bzoink and just google surveys as well, haha. Have you sent or received any friend requests on Facebook lately? Not sent, but I got one from someone I had no mutual friends with the other day. Safe to say I declined it. Can you recall the last time you turned down an offer, of any kind? Uhhhhh no. Which fruit would you say you eat the most often? Apples. What was your pet’s last vet visit concerning? Roman has been to the vet once to get neutered (and I think shots?). I took Venus many years ago because I thought she had a respiratory infection. Thank god, she didn't. Which animals do you tend to go check out first at pet stores? The reptiles, snakes in particular. Have you ever been a victim of a house fire? No. What’s the longest you’ve ever had to wait before being seated at a restaurant? Like, over an hour. Have you ever had a cavity before? How about a root canal? A tooth pulled? Braces? Cavities and braces, yes. What is your favorite zoo animal that you would like to set free? Probably polar bears. Like especially here, it gets so hot in the summer, and the poor things sometimes only have a bit of snow in the shade. Like... they can't be very happy. Especially when you see those videos of them playing in snow, and then you think about situations like our zoo here... ugh. What kinds of artifacts fascinate you? I really think old figurines built with like clay and stuff are cool. But all artifacts I find to be very intriguing. It's so interesting to see that the desire to create has always been with us as a species. Is there anyone that you’ve visited in jail? No.

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zaymadden-author · 4 years

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Written by ZAY MADDEN

“Man, this is not how Saturday nights are supposed to go.” With all the shit going on in the world, I’ve been house-bound for a minute, and at this point I’m all TikTok’d out. A couple of my boys and my cousin Terrell pulled up on me around 8 for a couple rounds of 2K 🎮, but you know how Mississippi weather is. Mother Nature randomly decided to do her dirty work and had them staying later than planned, but once the sky stopped roaring, I sent my boys home. It was time for a night cap.

I trailed them outside to make sure they were all gone, and once the last car looped around my driveway, I could finally sit on my porch and think. I had my D’USSÈ 🥃 in one hand and my phone in another, scrolling through my thread of texts to see which girl I could get to bless my night; it was part of my weekend ritual. I had a rule though: never start at the top because most recent pussy tends to be not as interesting unless she really got that 🍑💦 if you know what I’m saying.

So, last I checked, Keisha wit the plump ass moved to Florida, which is unfortunate for me. She had one hell of a mouth piece in bed but never ran her mouth in the streets. I could respect that and that’s why I keep her on standby.

The next on my list, Monica, was on the classy end of the spectrum, but it was like rolling dice with her ass. Most of the time she waits until 7 am to reply. Her brain was still accustomed to her school schedule and she had a day job too, so I respected that. However, it sucked for me though cuz Monica was bad af from head to toe and really would’ve gave me a night to remember. Shit, I still reminisce about our last rendezvous. She had pretty feet and plump lips that felt like pillows with each kiss. And I know it’s weird, but I think it’s a turn on whenever I see her with those scrubs on. It’s just something about a hard-working black woman. (Damn smh.) I decided not even bother her this late.

So I kept scrolling up right, slowly feeling my luck build up, when my phone all of a sudden ding’d. My heart started thumping against my rib cage, and the corners of my mouth shot up. I couldn’t wait to see who this could be.

(I turn my notification banners off for good reason.)

Could it be Ashley? (The one that stayed wayyy out in Clinton). She usually texts when she wants some dick but it takes her forever to get to my place in Madison.

I put my search on pause and immediately made my way to the top to see who it could be. And would you believe it? “She always does this shit bruh. Like fr!”

Lo and fucking behold:

[MOM: Can you take your grandma to the store in the morning? I forgot to tell you earlier. Phone died.]

MAN 😤!! I almost summoned the spirit of Brady and launched $999 worth of iPhone in the damn pond. It’s 12:02 at night. She could’ve just waited until daylight resumed before bothering me with this!

I know that’s my heart and soul, but grandma is not the type of woman I want on my mind right now. But I replied “ok” to avoid any further communication at this hour.

I kept scrolling through my digital black book and I contemplated, but immediately dismissed, the idea of calling Alisha over. She said I be hurting her so she only wanna do oral. “Naw. I’ll pass. I’m good on that tonight.” Nobody else seemed worthy of hitting up at the time, at least this time of night, so I head inside. I locked the door behind me and made my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I spritzed a little water on my head and brushed my waves into submission before securing it with my DuRag. Staring at this thick-browed, handsome, brown skinned fellow in the mirror, I began to question whether I still had it. “I am only 23 so that’s nowhere near the ‘falling off’ age,” I say to myself. I guess with me working day and night, I didn’t have time to pull ‘em like I used to.

So, I went and plopped on my bed, face towards the ceiling, contemplating my future, when I heard the sound of rocks sloshing under tires. The sound slowly magnified, and to myself I’m thinking that maybe one of my homeboys forgot something in my house. A barcode-like shadow cast on my wall as the luminance of headlights beamed through my blinds. I almost walked to the door empty handed, but the detective Stabler in me wasn’t taking any chances. So, I grabbed my piece in my night stand and asserted my second amendment rights. Tip-toe after tip-toe I was almost to the door when I heard the engine stop. A few seconds later there was this rhythmic chiming noise echoing through the walls. I crept to the front window stealthily, and peeked out the blinds. I could recognize the vehicle but I had to be sure it was who I thought it was, so I flicked on the second outdoor light.

All I saw was curly tresses flowing through the window of a pink Lexus.

“Aaliyah?” ..... “but how did she?”

With a mixture of anxiety and excitement, I snatched open the front door 🚪 to greet her. And when I saw her strut up the walkway with a touch of flair, a second emotion arose: confusion. How did she know I was alone? How did she know there wasn’t another girl here? It’s been two years and I still can’t figure out how this girl knows me so well and I think that’s why she intrigued me so much. It also scared me a little bit too. I usually don’t let a girl come over unannounced.

She would’ve been the first girl I tried to text, but last I checked she was in New York on business.

I shoot commercials for a living and I did one for her boutique. That’s how we came across each other.

But she’s here now so who cares that she popped up. (Maybe that’s just my dick talking 🤷🏾‍♂️... idk)

She had two Raising Cane’s bags, which I’m guessing that, during this pandemic, was the only thing she could come across at this time a night. Everything else was closed, even Taco Bell.

She let out a soft “Hey” as she bat her lashes and I quickly shut the gap in my mouth.

“What’s up?” I then responded.

And for a moment our eyes did a tango before she broke the silence.

“Can I come in? It’s kinda hot out here. ”

[And she wasn’t lying about that.]

We suddenly smiled at each other (each clipped with a note of sensuality), and with a nonverbal response, I helped her carry the drinks in and held open the door, catching a strange whiff of fried chicken and some floral fragrance as she walked by. I sucked my bottom lip as she sashayed towards my couch; those long legs accented by her gold trimmed pumps.

With a quick, smooth swivel of her body, she had positioned herself towards me, carrying a whole conversation with her eyes.

After locking my door I suddenly needed to adjust my boxer briefs. Gazing at those smooth brown legs made me graduate from flaccid to half chub, but my need to feast was urgent. My stomach was growling like a mf.

So I sit down to eat, right. And we get to chatting about her trip to NY ✈️ and how she’s been so stressed out with trying to open up a store out there. The whole time she’s going on and on about her tired body and her hectic work schedule, I’m reading in between the lines. She didn’t come here looking like that just to talk about work.

Aaliyah has never been one to admit what she wants from me, she just drops hints and expects you to go fishing for answers.

After smashing half my chicken box though, she got up like she had no time to waste. With a flick of her ankles she had both shoes flying across the floor. She took one last glance at me before leading the way to my bedroom, first slipping her skirt off in the living room and her shirt slowly draped from her body as she made her way down the hall. To keep up the tempo, I removed whatever she did, and by the time we made it to my room it was nothing but birthday suits.

I was ready for penetration at the door, but baby girl had other plans. She made me sit on the love seat by my window as she put on a show for me. It was an immediate game of teasing and temptation as she watched me slowly stroke my dick to every scene of her performance. First it was the leg play, then the breast tease, and then my favorite of all... something she knows gets me hard as steel.... the pussy play.

I love it when she bends open her thighs and plays with the most anticipated part of her body. Her smooth, brown sugar skin and nude polished nails drew an excellent contrast to that sweet, bright pink center. And she knew I wanted it too. She also knows how much I brag about how tight she is, so she takes her two fingers and spreads it open in full view for me. It was one thing for me to speculate, but when she slid one finger in and out for me, it was proof enough that her coochie still had that snap-back action.

I couldn’t take it anymore. With my dick now towering from my hand, I made my way over to her. She was now in submission as I asserted myself over her, so I pulled her to the the edge of the bed to get ready for my part. I looked down at myself, the tip of my dick head now glistening with anticipation, and said to her “I want you.”

And in the blink of an eye I was down on my knees and I had her hips cradled in my arms; my tongue digging into the flesh of her thigh, roughly gasping for air as I was too focused to remember breathing. With a slow dance of kissing and tongue-groping, I lead a trail up and down her thighs until I heard her say, “OMG.... Sean!”

I swear I felt a drop of pre-cum stream down to my ankle as I made my way to her hot zone 👅 . Like a rollercoaster, I had my tongue going round and round, remembering all the pressure points that made her thrust her pelvis into my face. I was in full control now, and no matter how hard she gripped the sheets, there was no escaping my vice grip.

My tongue was putting in overtime, and right before my clock struck 1:00 🕐 , I felt her first nut. We both laughed (our goofy asses) to try and cut down on all that sexual tension.

I reared my head to get a good look at her sex face, my goatee now dripping in her juices, and I gave her a look that let her know I was ready for that action. I sprinted like hell to my night stand to grab me a “rain coat,” acting as if my dinner was about to get cold or something.

I slid that mf on so quick. I’d been waiting for this all night. Pussy in my mouth was one thing, but BEING in it... whew 😌.

I looked at her again before I engaged in our post-foreplay session. I already had my 🍆💦 on the edge ready for the deep dive. We shared a gaze as I slowly began to make my way inside. She had that “keep going” look on her face, but it was only so long that she could keep her composure. After the head made its way in, baby girl’s eyes began to sync with my slow strokes. They rolled as my hips began to roll, and before she knew it, her neck gave out and she rested her head. I finessed my hips into a slow roll as I reached down and sucked on her neck. Her walls began to relax as her pussy gradually began to invite me in. I kept piping her down, constantly going deeper until her belly felt full. And by then, I knew I had her.

I secured her backside with my arms, careful not to smother her precious body, as she demanded I up the pace. To keep up the demand, I got more comfortable on the bed before I shifted into overdrive. “Nice Sean” was gone and “ZADDY Sean” was on the scene.

I was working that pussy like I was running track, and before long, she had thought twice about what she asked for. She thought she was slick, inching her body away like I didn’t notice. But guess what, I inched right along with her ass. She had a long ways to go on my California King before she could escape this dick.

At this point, her facial expressions were no longer inaudible. She was squeezing out “oooo’s” and “ahhhhh’s” between every attempt to catch her breath.

“Wait baby... ooooooooo wait.” She pleaded, but mercy was no longer on the table. I kept going until her juices soaked my inner thigh.

“OMG Sean!” She utters the mantra again. But this time I give in to her cries. Hell, I needed to catch my breath too. Shit! 🥵

I rolled over for a brief intermission, slowly creeping my way to the top of the bed near my pillow. She followed. We rested for a good little minute, kissing on each other as the clock kept ticking, but I was mentally preparing for the second round. It was late at night so I had only about two good positions left in me.

She took a bathroom break before we resumed.

I had decided it was her turn, so I stayed where I was and used my finger to signal her to come near when she walked back in the room. So, she took a domineering stance right before she climbed into bed and cat walked towards me. Titties just bouncing everywhere. Curls flowing effortlessly in the breeze of my ceiling fan. She knew what she was doing and she got my lil man right back up. ☝🏾

She leaned towards me for a kiss as she saddled my waist, slow grinding to drum up more anticipation. I slapped my meat against her ass cuz I wanted her to stop playing these games. Hell, my dick was damn near shivering in the wind now.

But she took the hint and began to guide it back in. This time I rolled MY eyes as her warm goodies began to cradle me inside. She placed her hands on my chest and made her first move upward, then she put her hips in reverse. She put this same two-step on repeat, bouncing up and down on my shit, going all the way to the base. I’m talking balls deep. With this kinda grip, my dick was on the verge of spittin’ already, but I held back my nut. “This ain’t how I wanna to go out”

I was diggin’ this lil rodeo vibe she had going on, but the more her pussy lips clapped down on me, the more I started edging. I let her take control for a minute, but that minute quickly turned into a second as her hip grinding began to slow down. The batteries in that energizer bunny were at 20%... but thats what Zaddy Sean is here for. 😏

Right as she was on her way up, I stopped her and I kept her right in that position, pounding that 🎂 until all I heard was Mac n cheese stirring.

But shit, at this point it was time to make that Mac n cheese creamy. I got prepared for the finale as we moved into sex position #95.

I had her face on the pillow and I made her spread them cheeks before I dove in back. And for some reason, this position always gets me. Idk if it’s the fluffiness of the ass that gets my rocks off or the fact that the thigh clenching makes everything feel tighter. Who knows. But I didn’t have time to contemplate that.

With a few more strokes I was about to fuckin explode. I grabbed her extra tight, squeezing them titties and pushing extra deep until her moans went from tenor to soprano.

“Only a few more seconds baby,” I said in my head.. “just a few more seconds.”

I put a flex in my hips when I felt that good moment coming, and on my last stroke of edging, when I hit her spot, she squeezed her cheeks extra tight... and that was the extra umph that I needed to let loose.

I wanted to paint her back 💦 but the hooded Kermit in me said “naw, leave that shit in big dawg.” 😏

So, I hit my last pumps like a New Years countdown. 5... 4... 3.... 2... making sure my last hit was the strongest. I held it there as my body spasmed and my perineum pulsated, leaving me temporarily paralytic.

Cuz that’s what good pussy will do to ya.

I took a second to savor the moment because my horny-ness hadn’t completely subsided yet. By the time I was ready to pull out, my jimmy was slowly becoming soft & squishy again.

With the head still sensitive, I slowly abort, careful to keep the condom in tact. She’s about as sleepy as I am now, and as I withdrew, she stole a peek of me staring at all the nut weighing down the tip of my condom.

It was mutually understood that we were both tapping out, but we mustered up enough energy to quickly shower up. The whole time in the shower I’m still mesmerized by her beauty, all horny-ness aside.

We towel off in about ten minutes and return to the room before I quickly throw some fresh sheets on my bed.

She basically invited herself to spend the night and who was I to say “no” to her. Cute ass. She knew she was my Achilles heel. So, as we lay in our resting position before dozing off, the question circled back around in my head...

How the hell did she know I was alone? 🤔

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quirkfics · 5 years

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research

word count: 3.8k

warnings: aged-up, smut, established relationship, oral, strap-on, mention of polyamory, Very Mild dom/sub tones, fluff (there’s always fluff)

pairing: Momo Yaoyorozu x Reader (gender neutral)

author’s note: Momo is darling, but gosh dang. This took me. So long?? Idk why, but it’s done! Rejoice! I am rather happy that this still happens to coincide with my character theme for the month though.

It’s the little things that give Momo’s excitement about something away. The small huff she makes without realizing it, eyes focused on some distant point. The straightening of her shoulders when she’s looking over her calendar and schedules. The way she avoids a subject completely, not wanting to appear overeager. For a hero who specializes in strategy, she is ridiculously transparent when it comes to her home life. Sometimes it’s hard not to tease her about it, to bring things up outright - but on the whole, you’ve found it’s more fun in general if you let Momo share when she’s ready.

The wait is always worth it, after all, and the pleased blush it brings to her cheeks? Utterly adorable.

You can’t deny that it’s all making you a little antsy though. She’s been obsessing over something for weeks, jumping whenever you catch her looking through her phone, hurriedly exiting out of tabs on her computer when you enter the room. If you didn’t know better, you’d assume she was attempting to plan some kind of surprise party (though you wouldn’t put it past her to try), but there isn’t any milestone or birthday close enough to warrant some kind of big celebration.

“Momo?” You call out, letting the front door click shut behind you. She doesn’t verbally answer, but there’s a cacophony of noise as she knocks something over in surprise, and then it falls into something else. Her cursing is low, and frantic, but you can't quite catch what she's saying. You think it might be a “No!” or a “Please wait!!” but eventually the noises cease.

“Uh. Momo, are you alright?” You try, staying where you are by the door.

A very low, sheepish “Yes, I'm quite alright,” reaches you from somewhere deeper in the house. It sounds like the room she's in has the door shut, and it’s very likely that she doesn’t want you anywhere near it, but- your curiosity is nearly drowning you. You kick off your shoes, sighing as you start to walk through the house, and she immediately starts trying to hide something again. Her hurried footsteps and muttered pleading is a dead giveaway. If you didn’t trust her implicitly, you’d be developing some sort of complex. You stop in front of the bedroom, but you hesitate, just for a moment. You know it’s silly though, Momo has always been very open with you.

“Momo, please don’t rush and hide… whatever it is that you’ve been doing. I won’t open the door if you don’t want me to, but I’d like to talk?” The shuffling noises coming from behind your bedroom door immediately cease. For a moment, you believe you’re actually going to have a conversation through the closed door, and you’re feeling a little sad- but then Momo is in the doorway, swinging it open wide, hair loose and wild around her shoulders as she clutches a hand tightly at the neck of her robe. She’s standing awkwardly, and you assume - and you know that your assumption is correct - that she’s hiding something underneath her robe.

“I’m sorry,” Momo declares, before you can even open your mouth. “I realize what this must- I swear I’m not doing anything dishonest-” She halts when you lift a hand, sighing when her face flushes heavily with pink.

“Can I say a few things first?” You ask, relieved when she bobs her head in agreement. “I get the sense that you’re… Trying to surprise me with something?” Momo’s eyes, downcast when you start, dart back to your face, full of relief.

“I am,” she says, and her voice is soft now, empty of the panic that’d been written all over her face just a moment ago. She tucks a long dark lock of hair behind her ear, which only makes you want to reach out and tug at it, just to see her truly smile.

“I still don’t know what it is. You’ve been very good about keeping it so flipping secret, but seriously. Please just tell me you want to surprise me with something, because you look so guilty-”

Momo sighs, covering her face with one hand. “I know. It’s hard to keep things from you! I’m used to talking about my day, or the things I’m thinking about, regardless of what it relates to, and then I wanted- and I just-” She slumps into your touch when you reach out to stroke gentle hands over her shoulders.

“Next question. Do you still want to wait to surprise me, or have I interrupted the planning so badly that it’s just not worth it anymore?” You have to laugh when her mouth twists, and her eyes widen. She’s horrified.

“Of course the surprise is still worth it! I was doing it because I thought you’d enjoy it, and your enjoyment is paramount to-” Momo frowns, but stops speaking again when you shake your head.

“I meant, do I still have to wait, or are you going to show me?” You lean on the door frame, content to watch her worry at her bottom lip with her teeth, internally debating. The hand at the neck of her robe fidgets for a moment, but as soon as she notices you watching, she stops herself.

“I- If you could wait. Until tomorrow?” She lets go of her robe for a moment, ready to reach out to touch you, but then she squeaks and hurriedly tugs it shut when it gapes open.

“Tomorrow, then,” you murmur, overly pleased when she lets you snag a kiss. Her lips are gentle at first, a soft breath puffing out against you when you make a happy noise. She forgets about propriety when your teeth graze her bottom lip though, and soon you're both leaning into one another, making out on the threshold. Momo's mouth tastes faintly of her favorite tea, and she makes a soft noise when you reach up to tangle your fingers in her hair - but then she's gently pushing you away, looking guilty all over again.

“If we don't stop, I won't be able to- I mean, I wanted to talk about-” Momo let's out a strangled noise. “Now I'm too impatient,” she sighs. There's a moment where she just stares at you, eyes big and dark, and then her fingers are catching in the collar of your shirt, and she's urging you through the doorway. She's still clutching at her silky robe, but she's straightened now, and you can see a tell tale tent just below her hips.

“Momo, did you get-” but you don't get any farther, because she mutters a sharp damn it beneath her breath, her shoulders hunching. She motions for you to sit down on the bed, fidgeting about with the robe, and something underneath it, before she gives up with a sigh.

“I was trying to make one, because the structure is a simple one, but I had to make samples first of course, and test them, and-” Momo's lips quiver with embarrassment, cheeks steadily turning red.

“Momo, I’m not going to judge you here. We’ve talked about what we like in the bedroom, and- oh.” You are surprised. You’d suspected what the item was, as soon as you saw the way it pressed against the robe, but it’s still a surprise when Momo parts the material and reveals that she’s wearing nothing underneath - except a strap-on. Her shoulders straighten, posing naturally, even though you can see that she’s still embarrassed and nervous about the entire ordeal. There’s a bit of heat crawling up your own spine, and you understand now, why she kept hiding whatever reference pages she was looking at whenever you caught her on the computer or her phone. Momo would have been mortified if you’d actually seen her looking at pictures or videos online. Even now, after you’ve been together for so long, she still gets so easily flustered.

“I… I feel slightly judged.” She breathes out slowly, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she turns to the side, displaying the fairly average length of the strap-on.

“Not judging, Momo. I’m admiring, though-” Something about the colors makes you pause. Momo doesn’t stick with any one shade in her wardrobe - though she is rather fond of red - but the black and pink-ish marbling reminds you of something, something you see fairly often and just- “Oh my goodness.” You reach out to touch it, grinning, and trying to hold back a laugh, because you’re not sure whether she did it on purpose, or it was a subconscious decision.

“What? What it is?” Momo asks, tone a little frantic as looks back and forth between your face and the fake cock she’s made.

Is this the time to bring it up? You hesitate, because you don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but it has been something you wonder about and… “Momo, the color choice.”

“You don’t like it?” She asks, and while she doesn’t sound disappointed, exactly, she does looks like she’s second guessing her decisions, frowning down at the straps around her hips and thighs.

“It’s not that! I promise. I just- this is like the exact shade of salmon pink that Jirou wears, all mixed up with black.” You know your smile is a little crooked, you know she’s feeling more than little awkward, but you don’t expect the slight curl at the corner of her mouth. “Did, did you choose it on purpose?” You ask, disbelieving.

“I- maybe? I wanted to- I wanted to talk about that too, actually. You, I think you know how I… How I admire Kyoka, and-”

“She’s why I thought I didn’t have a chance with you,” you joke, feeling a bit more steady when she sighs, expression put-upon, but fond.

“Shush. You’ve been polite, but you know. And, and well, I see the way you look at her too.” Momo raises an eyebrow. She’s probably trying to look stern, but mostly it’s coming across as worried. And she’s still standing there in an open, silky robe, with nothing on but the strap.

Your head is whirling, and now you can feel heat in your face, along the back of your neck, your ears. Yeah, sure, you think Jirou is lovely too. Her and Momo are such good friends, and Jirou is just hard not to like, with her sarcasm and that sneaky smile. You figured you had just been seeing Jirou through a Momo-lense though, and you’d never intended on saying anything about any kind of attraction you might have felt for her. “I… I suppose I do,” you say, shrugging slightly. “But I never- we never talked about anything beyond our commitment to each other. I would never try and risk this.”

“I’m not asking you to!” Momo hurries to say. “I wouldn’t, either, I’m not- it’s why I’m talking to you now though. She’s said… Kyoka has said things. Not outright, but they sound like- well. If all parties were interested, I wanted to have this conversation with you, first.” Momo crosses her arms over her chest, covering the prickle of gooseflesh - from the coolness of the room? Or maybe nerves. Either way, she takes a step back, rubbing at her arms. “So, I believe I did choose the colors intentionally. Maybe not quite consciously, but- should, should I take this off?” She reaches down and tugs at it, gently, and it’s beyond distracting. The two of you need to finish this conversation, but it doesn’t quite feel like it’d be a bad thing, if you put it off. Just until after you tried it all out. She put so much hard work into this anyway.

“One, we’re going to talk about this later. Two, I think it’ll be a good conversation? I’m not opposed, but I honestly can’t think logically right now, and three-” You pause, breathing out slowly, and then directing a wobbly smile her way. “Please don’t take it off?” You stand back up, slipping your arms around Momo and ignoring the awkward poke against your thighs.

Momo melts into your touch, relief written all over her features, tension easing from her body. For just a moment, she buries her face against your neck, and you feel the soft brush of her eyelashes against your skin. Then she’s lifting her head to press a warm, deep, kiss to your lips. It's all-consuming. You don't have time to think any longer, to worry, to wonder- nothing exists but the warmth of her in your arms. The way her hands are sliding along your jaw, fingers curling around the back your neck… How her nails prick your skin, it leaves you feeling weak. Weak-kneed, hazy, with happiness. With lust.

Once you break away from her kiss, you're both breathing raggedly. Your lips are swollen, and tingling, but you can't help but grin. “I have another question,” you start. Momo winces, like she's expecting the worst, and leans forward again so she can hide her face against your shoulder. “Aw, Momo! It's not that bad. I promise.” She says something, but as it's muffled against you, you choose to ignore it. “Seeing as we haven't used something like this before, I'm just curious as to whether you researched it thoroughly.”

“Joke later,” Momo says, lifting her head to kiss your neck. You have the sneaking suspicion that she’s hiding a blush now.

“But did you? I mean, it’s really important to have a- whoa!”

Her breath huffs out against your neck, and then she pushes you. You nearly take her with you, grasping at her arms as you fall back onto the bed, but Momo is a hero. She sidesteps you and then just stands there, hands on her hips, looking like absolute heaven. She’s still blushing, just a bit, but with the way her hair lays over her shoulders, and the posing- desire pulses through you so strongly you ache.

“I always know what I’m doing,” she tells you, trying to get her voice to sound a little sharp. It’s an act, of course. Momo always freely admits to her shortcomings, which are few and far between, but her expression still sends shivers down your spine.

“You do,” you agree, silently concentrating on keeping your mouth closed. You’re… Kind of afraid of drooling on yourself and looking ridiculous.

“Now, take off your clothes,” she demands, and walks over to the bedside table. You’re listening to her, really, but you realize then that there’s lube on the nightstand, as well as… As well as a few dildos she must have deemed unsatisfactory. You’re staring again, and it isn’t until she says your name, one eyebrow arched, that you finally move. You’re too impatient to take your time, and making a show of it always makes Momo so flustered. You’re not sure she could keep up this ‘strict’ demeanor if you try to be distracting, and you don’t want to ruin her fun. Or your own. The way she’s biting at her bottom lip though-

“Clothes off,” you say, a little breathless, as you drop the material to the floor. You’re excited already, aching, but you stay sitting on the edge of the bed, and let Momo come to you. She stops in front of you, and shrugs the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of silk. You have to breathe out again, slow and even, to keep yourself from reaching up to touch her. Momo planned this, and you’ve no doubt about her strategic abilities in the bedroom. Surprises are questionable but... This one is turning out well. She starts off gentle, fingertips stroking against your cheekbones and slipping back into your hair, but she’s silent and you want to hear her. “Can I touch you?” You ask, shivering when her fingernails scratch softly against your scalp.

Momo’s lips part, and then close, as if she’s thinking better of what she was going to say, before she finally nods her head. Her hands stay where they are, stroking your face and through your hair, but you reach for her hips. You wonder if you should pay attention to the fake cock first, if she’d like to see your hands on it? But you want to touch her, and so your hands stroke her hips, slow and steady, before you slip one hand between her thighs and brush a knuckle against her. She shifts, letting you have easier access and then you just barely keep from groaning out loud - she’s drenched. Momo makes a soft gasping noise, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks, and then you’re slipping a finger inside her. She likes to close her eyes, usually, to lose herself in the sensation whenever you fuck her with your fingers, but she keeps her eyes open now. You want to lean forward, to wrap your mouth around a pale pink nipple as you slide another finger into her, but Momo’s hand tightens in your hair.

“O-on your knees,” she tells you, and takes a step back so you can slip off of the bed. She doesn’t relinquish her hand in your hair though. You slip your fingers free of her, enjoying the slick still covering your fingers, and obey. The carpet is rough, but you barely notice, not with all your attention focused on the face-level strap-on, or the way she’s tilted your head back to look up at her. Momo swallows, and finally looks away, nerves getting the better of her. “Let me know if you don’t like something. If you want-”

“I’ll tell you to stop,” you murmur, smiling when she looks back at you. That will be more than enough, for now. If this is something you both like, a discussion on more personal safe-words can be had later, but right this moment? Momo will stop everything if you show any sign of discomfort. It’s too new for both of you to do more than that. “What do you want me to do?” You ask, shivering when her fingers spasm in their hold on your hair. Momo straightens, forcing herself to stop worrying at her lip, and reaches down to angle the strap away from your face.

“I want your mouth on me,” she tells you, and her voice is steady, eyes focused on your parted lips. “And after, you’re going to lay back on the bed and we’re going to use this properly.” Momo places one dainty foot on the edge of the bed, calf flexing, and then urges you toward her. You go without a fight.

You kiss against her thigh, once, twice, enjoying the softness of her skin against your face, before you turn to flick your tongue out against her clit. Momo doesn’t make any noise this time, but she presses a little harder against your head, and you want to laugh. She’s so fucking eager for it, for the way you wrap your lips around her clit, the way you roll your tongue against her - but you want her so bad you’re aching too. Your hands are on your own thighs to start with, and she hasn’t urged you for more yet, so you keep them there, licking down the length of her opening. She’s sweet, and slightly musky, and your face is going to be a mess after this, but you don’t care. You start a slow rhythm, licking down and up, and then sucking at her clit, pressing against it with your tongue, until she shakes and whispers your name.

You take that as your cue to do more, and slide one hand up her thigh while the other cups her ass, pressing her closer to your face. She gasps when you suck harder, sliding two fingers into her and curling, and then she’s moaning. Slowly, she rocks herself against your face, hand still gentle in your hair, but her knuckles are pale where they’re wrapped around the dildo, keeping to the side. It can’t be comfortable, holding it that way, so you re-double your efforts, pistoning your fingers into her a little harder, a little faster, while you keep your lips around her clit. Momo is shuddering now, murmuring your name on repeat, but when she comes, it’s with a sharp little scream that leaves you so excited you’re in pain. She lets go of your hair.

“On the bed,” she rasps, and her gaze is slightly unfocused, but she’s moving as soon as you’re laying down with your legs spread. Her hands are warm, but slightly stiff, from holding so still, so it takes her two tries to get the lube open, and then she squeezes too hard on the bottle and her hand is full of it, almost dripping, before she’s lathering it on and then in you. She’s still enjoying the afterglow, is standing at an angle to keep her thighs from touching, but determination is stealing over her face. Part of you wants to urge her to be quick, to fuck me already, Momo, please, but she’s being slow for a reason. She’s steady with her hands, fingers pushing and twisting, and then pulling out and then stretching.

“Momo,” you plead, stretching your legs a little wider apart, fingers twisted in the blankets. “I’m going to beg soon, okay? I just want- want-” She curls her fingers again, and your eyes close, a shaking breath slipping from your lungs. You’re too focused on the feeling of it, on how close you already are, when she finally replaces her fingers with the strap-on. Your eyes snap open, but you barely get a chance to watch it disappear inside you, you’re so messy and wet and- “Momo, holy- it feels so good, so fucking good-” Momo thrusts into you, and you forget about speech. She’s still moving so god damn slow that you feel like you’re going to break apart with wanting. She slides her hands down your thighs, leaving behind a trail of stickiness, and curls her fingers around your hips. She finally finds a slightly faster rhythm. Her dark eyes rove over your face as she fucks you, and her mouth is open, lips almost red where she’s been biting on them. You’re too close, too worked up, to try and hold yourself back. “Gonna come,” you gasp out, lifting your hips into each of her thrusts.

“Show me,” Momo murmurs, letting go of your hip to reach her hand in between you. Her fingers slide through some of the dripping lube and then she touches you - and you can barely breathe. Your back arches, and you’re cursing and Momo is telling you how lovely you are, but her voice is too soft and- you don’t realize your ears are ringing until she’s stopped moving.

“Oh my god. Momo,” you say, weakly, grunting when she leans over you and the dildo pushes just a little deeper.

“I did do research,” she tells you, conspiratorially. You can’t help it. You break down into laughter.

#momo yaoyorozu x reader #yaoyorozu momo x reader #bnha reader insert #bnha x reader #bnha reader #lemon

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thewritingstar · 5 years

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WC #32: Nalu

Prompt: Best Friend

Pairing: Nalu

This is dedicated to @blondhairedbabe and @fairywithajetblackheart because they gave me the most amazing complement that nearly made me cry. Thank you so much not only to them but to everyone who likes and comments on my shit. I decided to grace you with some Nalu since its ya main ship.

Enjoy!

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The guild hall was bursting at the seams once again. Everyone laughed and cheered as they became reunited and the year apart only made the reunion more special. It was like time had stopped and nothing disappeared, the family was back to where it should belong.

It was natural for everyone to change over the last year, even in other aspects than skill. When Gray first saw Natsu and Lucy, he instantly knew something else changed, a new flame had formed whether they knew it or not.

The Ice and Dragon Slayer mages found themselves sitting alone at the bar. Secluded from the talks and ears of other guild mates, the best friends just enjoyed each others presence, even if they didn’t admit it.

And one thing weighed on Natsu’s mind and heart, one thing he didn’t want to admit.

“So you and Lucy huh? About time.” Gray chuckled. He took a swig at his drink and watched as Natsu’s face flushed.

“What are you talking about?” Natsu asked, his hand rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to look suspicious. A massive eye roll followed by a glare shot from the ice mage, one who was tired of his bullshit.

“Seriously dude?”

“Come on bro, shes my best friend, nothing about us has changed.”

Gray shrugged and took another sip, the tone of his voice turning serious.

“Maybe the best friend part hasn't.”

Natsus eyebrows furrowed as he swirled the liquid in his glass.

“But those feelings of yours have. Big time.”

“I don’t think-” Grays had went up, stopping him in his tracks.

“Natsu you can deny it all you want but listen, the sooner you accept that you developed stronger feelings, the better life will be. Trust me.” His gaze moved across the guild, where the beautiful water mage giggled at something the celestial wizard said.

Her blue eyes met his and they exchanged a loving glance, a smile grew on his lips as he returned to the dragon slayer. “Whats the worst that could happen?” He shrugged and gave his back a firm pat before walking toward the blue mage.

“She could say no.” He whispered to himself before throwing his head back and gulping down the rest of his drink.

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The next afternoon was simple. Wendy and Erza had planned a picnic for their team and everyone was excited.

Lucy walked along Natsu as she took in the surroundings, she smiled at the sight ahead of her. Juvia and Gray had their hands entwined as he pointed to various clouds and whispered in her ear, making her giggle. Lucy’s heart melted, she was extremely happy that they had finally gotten together and had grown so much.

She turned to Natsu, ready to ask him a question about the new pair but the look in his eyes made him seem distant. his usual smile was replaced with an expressionless line and he was in a deep thought. Hands buried in his pockets, he finally looked at the blonde when his name was called for the fourth time.

“Natsu, are you okay?” They had stopped walking and she ushered the others to continue, leaving the her and the dragon slayer alone. A reassuring hand was placed on his shoulder, her eyes held an endearing state. “Talk to me. You seem, out of it.”

Before speaking he looked to see that everyone was truly gone. “Whats the worst that could happen?” ran through his head as well as thousands of other thoughts. His heartbeat speed up as he took her delicate and soft hands in his.

“We are friends right?” He asked. A slight laughed came from her lips and she shook her head.

“Of course we are friends, you're my best friend, nothing less.” She smiled.

He nodded. A big breath was taken in and his shoulders began tense. Lucy could sense his discomfort and switch in attitude.

“And more?”

the word more danced on her lips as she repeated it softly to herself trying to make out what he was talking about.

“M-more?”

Another deep breath filled his lungs and he gazed into her dreamy eyes. Years ago he would tell you thag her hair was a bland yellow, now it was as if spun gold cascaded down her back, strands drilling in front of her face as the sun lightened it perfectly. Her eyes became jeweles he was frequently lost in and her laugh was now like a life line, everytime he heard it, his heart sped up.

“Would you consider us more than best friends?” Her eyes widened. “Maybe playing with emotions further than friendship?”

She felt her heart stop. Feelings that she tried to repress during the year came rushing up. Ones that she hid because he would never feel the same way, or so she thought. A slight blush spread to her cheeks and she closed the gap between them, her hand cupping his cheek and he leaned into it.

“Consider it done.” She whispered. Her eyes locked onto his and a new light was around them.

“Lucy, would it be okay if I kissed you?” Nervousness flooded him but her slow nod gave him courage.

He dipped his head until he was millimeters from her pink lips, the ones he began to dream about, ones he craved. It felt like centuries had passed before Lucy could wait for their kiss, one she had been waiting for, for a very long time.

Slowly he placed them against hers and an instant shock was received by both members as she accepted the kiss and gladly responded. It was slow, like a ship sail the rocky sea, trying to stay afloat as they tested the waters. Pulling apart she looked up. Her blush darkened quickly as he looked at her with hooded eyes. Peaking up from under her eyelashes, she began to replay what had just happened.

“Was that okay?” She questioned.

“Okay? Lucy, that was the most amazing thing I have ever done.” His regular smile sprung back as he spun her around, laughs escaping her mouth. “Can I kiss you again?” He asked

“Natsu, you don’t have to ask, anymore.” Her body flew towards the ground as he filled her elegantly, placing another passionate kiss on her lips and her hands caressing his arms.

“We should catch up with the others.” She started after their kiss.

“Let’s go, I wanna take you out on a date right now!” He tugged her hand towards the way the came.

“But what about-“

“Don’t worry about it, Gray will get it.” And with they scurried to town, ready for their first date.

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“I wonder what is taking them so long?” Wendy asked as she made Erza a peanut butter sandwich.

Gray looked towards the clearing that they had enetered from, a small smile on his lips.

“Gray-sama, do you think they finally-“ Juvia whispered into his ears. He responded with a nod and kissed her hand. Her reflected his smile and turned to Wendy, helping her finish with the food.

“I don’t think we need to wait up for them.” He stated and the four of them enjoyed their picnic.

On the other side of town, the newly coupled mages sat in a booth, talking nonstop about everything, just as best friends do. And they shared a delicious milkshake and desire filled glances just as lovers would.

“You’re my best friend Lucy.”

“You’re mine too Natsu.”

Somethings did change but their bond was the same and familiar one that developed years ago. The foundation of their friendship had never fractured and now it was just expanding.

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I hope you all enjoyed!

(Idk why by the formatting is kinda werid due to the update so I’ll try to fix it)

#nalu #fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #thewritingstar #thewritingstarwritingchallenge #writing #fairytail

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novakstiel · 6 years

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thanks @minyxrd-03 for tagging me in this, it’s been probably like 2 years since i was last tagged in anything so this was quite refreshing.

tag #1: tag nine people

sorry i follow like 8 people and have like 2 mutuals so i’m not gonna tag anyone but if any of you feel like doing this then you can say i tagged u bc i like reading your answers whether i follow u or not

colors i’m currently wearing: black, black, some more black, except well my underwear is pink lol

last band t-shirt bought: uuhhh. i don’t buy much band merchandise anymore. i think it might have been a miyavi tour shirt from 2014?

last band i saw live: imagine dragons in 2016 i think. god i wanna go to a concert. :(((((((((

lipstick or chapstick: idk i don’t really have an opinion? both are nice, but for different purposes. in the winter my lips get super chapped so chapstick but whenever i feel like doing a proper makeup look i like interesting lipstick shades such as lilac or blue

last song i listened to: the gazette - ninth odd smell

last movie i watched: the isle of dogs

last three tv shows i watched: rupaul’s drag race s4, terrace house – which is kinda like japanese big brother and i hate the show itself bc the people in it are so god damn annoying but it’s good language practice bc u get to hear unscripted japanese – and also neon genesis evangelion bc i hate anime but i can’t help it!!!! i’m a weeaboo and anime will never let go of me

book i’m currently reading: captive prince. or well i just finished it and now need to read the second book of the series. not my fave book tbh but i started it already so i’m gonna finish.

tag #2: bold statements that are true, italicize statements you wish were true

air:

i have small hands // i love the night sky // i watch small animals and birds when i pass by them // i drink herbal tea // i wake to see dawn // the smell of dust is comforting // i’m valued for being wise (but i’m NOT wise so !!!! can’t be valued for that) // i prefer books to music // i meditate // i find joy in learning truths from the world around me (yea like about animals and nature and stuff but not so much bad news about world politics or w/e)

fire:

i don’t have straight hair // i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls // i play an organized sport (is dance organized... i mean choreography for sure is organized lmfao) // i love dogs // i am not afraid of adventure // i love talking to strangers (bitch i’m finnish strangers stay away from me) // i always try new foods // i enjoy road trips // summer is my favorite season (BITHC YAAASSSSS) // my radio is always playing

water:

i wear bracelets on my wrists // i love the bustle of the city // i have more than one set of piercings // i read poetry // i love the sound of a thunderstorm // i want to travel the world // i sleep past midday most days // i love dimly lit diners and fluorescent sings // i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia // i see emotions in colors not words

earth:

i wear glasses/contacts // i enjoy doing the laundry // i am a vegetarian or vegan (when i make my own food it’s always vegetarian but i do stray if someone else makes food for me) // i have an excellent sense of time // my humor is cheerful // i am a valued adviser to my friends // i believe in true love // i love the chill of the mountain air (bitch there are no mountains in finland idk what u talking about but i’d love to know) // i’m always listening to music // i am highly trusted by the people in my life (i... guess?)

aether:

i go without makeup in my daily life (sometimes yes sometimes no) // i make my own artwork // i keep track of my tasks and time // i always know true north // i see beauty in everything // i can always smell flowers // i smile at everyone i pass by // i always fear history repeating itself // i have recovered from a mental disorder // i can love unconditionally (??? idk)

yeaa that’s it 🌻🌺🌸

#minyxrd 03 #about me #personal #some of section two's stuff was so weird like who came up with this #'i smile at everyone i pass by'#? ? ? ? ? who doES THAt #a stranger on the street smiling at me is like ?? ? who are you what do you want from me wtf

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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Are you fascinated by rivers? They’re surely beautiful, but I’m not fascinated by them. What's the closest river to you? Marikina River. Nothing too special about it, except that when I was a kid we would drive by a giant shoe that used to be situated on the river, which was there because Marikina is the shoe capital of the country. My memory keeps telling me it was a giant pink stiletto heel, but this is what Google is showing me so I guess I was wrong.

What's the 6th saved survey on your saved survey page? I don’t even know what this means. There are saved surveys? Do you like the look of lights shining on water? Again, they’re pretty but I don’t get fixated on them when I do see them. I feel like they would make me too sad. Have you ever been in a building with over 100 floors? Nope. But I’d love to go to one of those buildings where the top floor’s floor is literally just glass. What a trip lmao.

Do you like Google Earth? It’s a cool app. It’s got lots of features and is super detailed, and afaik it can even show the solar system, so there’s really nothing to dislike about it. How long does it usually take you to make a survey? I don’t make surveys but I reckon it would take me a while as I’m generally bad at thinking up questions or scenarios. Do you live near a volcano? I wouldn’t say I live near Laguna where the nearest volcano, Taal, is – it’s definitely driveable, but where I’m coming from, I wouldn’t go to Laguna just to have lunch, if that analogy makes sense. That being said, the effects from its January eruption still definitely reached our house and the ashfall was pretty bad. How big is the screen on your digital camera? I don’t have a digital camera anymore, and I forgot how big the screen was from my old one. Are you tired of hearing about the stimulus package? Eugh. I have no idea what this means but I DO remember reading about this when I was reading up on business articles for my business reporting class so I do not want to start looking it up lmao. What's the grossest thing you've read on fmylife.com? I don’t think I ever spent time there. Do you know why glacial ice is blue? Nope.

Would you rather go on a cruise to Alaska or the Caribbean? Alaska. The Carribean is already too reminiscent of our own beaches, so I would go for a change in scenery, climate, and culture. Have you seen a picture of the octo-mom when she was pregnant? No. Do you find train whistles comforting? Nooooooo. They are loud and scary. What bird is the cutest? I’m generally not a big bird person but Michelle has a cockatoo and it’s the only bird I know lmao, so I guess I would go with her Moonmoon. Do you like it when they're puffed up and fluffy? I don’t really have an opinion. What's the most annoying language? Lmao languages aren’t supposed to be annoying. Though to be honest, I’ve never understood the practice of placing gender onto nouns... this is the thing that frustrated me the most while learning Spanish on Duolingo, and it’s highkey why I stopped wanting to learn it – I just never got the hang of it. I dunno if other languages do this as well, but Spanish definitely does.

Does animal abuse make you want to cry? Always. I avoid any and every picture or video on it. Don't you just love the Bzoink forums? I never check out the forums. I’m only there for the surveys. Why do people who think the world's gonna end stock up on food? Because everybody else is going to want to have enough food when food production stops. It’s only a matter of time til groceries get wiped out, so there’s the natural response to hoard as much as possible. This is literally what’s happening right now with the virus, so this is actually easy to answer hahaha. Have you ever heard of Flower Mound, Texas? Nope. Isn't it annoying when people act really stupid to get attention? Yep, no patience for that. Do you know anyone like that? I knew someone from my high school. We rode the same school bus, she’s three years younger, and I guess she just wanted me to like her so bad? I never confirmed if that was the case but her actions screamed that. Long story she used to do stupid shit just so I’d turn my head, and eventually I got the gimmick so I stopped minding her completely. Do you like watching shows about natural diasters and destructive weather? Not really. Are you scared to look at your own organs on x-ray or ultrasound? I never got scared, actually. Whether I was healthy or something was wrong with me, i.e. my scoliosis, I was always pretty excited to see my insides HAHA. Do big eyes freak you out? There are big eyes that look endearing, like my girlfriend’s youngest sister’s; but there are big eyes that look psycho, like one of my high school teachers who I hated looking at :(((( It really depends. Have you ever stayed in a hotel room and watched TV all day? Only in hotels in Metro Manila, which we usually visit. But if we’re at a hotel out of town or of the country, then it seems pretty dumb to spend the whole day in the room when there’s so many more places we could go to. Does the place you live in have any man-made lakes? Nope. Were you surprised about them adding a 13th contestant on American Idol? Couldn’t care less, especially at this point lol. Have you ever walked on a frozen lake/river? Frozen anything? In the Philippines? Unheard of. Have you ever been dragged behind a boat on an intertube? Mmmm nope. Have you ever held a real sword? Sure. JM’s dad has a collection of swords and he allowed us to touch one of them when we went over at his place. Do you rent movies from Blockbuster Online or Netflix? I never encountered Blockbuster and I’ve only reached Netflix’s streaming age, so there’s that. Have you ever walked to another state? Nope. Sounds like a lot of walking though. Do you like it when clouds are hovering over mountaintops? Idk, I don’t really mind it. Does it always rain when you go on vacation? No. There was only that one time when it rained really hard when we were on vacation and it meant we didn’t have any cable in our cabin (which was already secluded enough lmao, and the cable TV was our only link to the outside world ksjfehehf), and that we couldn’t go out and explore the island. Why are the stores/buildings in New York City built with revolving doors? I have no idea, ask New Yorkers lol. Do you like sitting on stairs? Uh it’s fine I guess. Have yoy ever seen a tree over 100 years old? I probably have. What\\\'s your favorite movie that\\\'s won Best Oscar? Gone with the Wind. Have you ever stayed up till 3 AM taking surveys? I definitely have been doing that the last few days thanks to the lockdown. Have you ever drempt you were taking surveys? That’s a very creative way to spell dreamt, damn. Anyway, no I don’t think so HAHAHA. Do you feel uncomfortable at fancy restaurants? No. If anything I like them because I’m guaranteed excellent service and food.

#survey #surveys

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slutforpoetryx · 6 years

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1 to 500 😁

Oh jesus christ. This is such karma 😭 but challenge accepted…. 😏

1) A book you read for a movie: I hope I get that question right but I only did that once and it was with the Maze runner.2) A favorite adapted movie: Uh Harry Potter I guess?3) A guilty pleasure: Binge watching my fav tv series4) A movie from your favorite director you didn’t like: Hmm I don’t really have a fav but I do like Tim Burton a lot and from the movies I’ve seen there’s never been one I didn’t like. They’re all super original5) A movie that was better than the book: Usually all the books are better than the movies. Have yet to encounter the opposite 6) A movie that you know is bad but you can’t help but love it: There’s one movie, forgot the title, but it was like this B horror movie that I just loved even though the effects and make up was so bad. Even the acting was bad. But it was about this werewolf’s life and how he fell in love with this girl and well yeah romance always sucks me in 😂 7) A movie you watched mainly for an actor: Sweeney Todd, I watched that one mainly because of Johnny Depp and also because it interested me 8) Age: 20 🎉9) Any piercings that you want?: I want a few piercings still. In my ear, a dermal and belly button piercing once I have the bod for it 10) Any tattoos you want?: I do want tattoos but aside from a few personal things (🐱) I don’t know what (yet, I guess)11) Anyone you’re giving up on?: No one12) Are relationships ever worth it?: Usually they are. If it’s real and natural, something that just fulfills you and makes you happy. Makes you a better person the hell yes. They’re not worth it when it’s overall wrong13) Are you a forgiving person?: I am very much so. Not always a good thing though14) Are you a heavy sleeper?: Fuck yes I am. My mom always says that I’d sleep through an earthquake or bomb15) Are you a jealous person?: God…. Love wise, yes. Definitely yes. But I become a crazy bitch then 🙂16) Are you a social or an antisocial person?: Forever asocial asf17) Are you allergic to anything?: Not that I know of. Certain skin products and a sensitive stomach but that’s it 18) Are you currently in a relationship?: Nope19) Are you dating the last person you talked to?: Sadly enough not….. yet20) Are you due sometime this year for a doctor’s visit?: I hope not21) Are you easy to get along with?: As long as it stays superficial then sure. The ones closest to me have their hands full with me22) Are you going out of town soon?: No 😭23) Are you good at hiding your feelings?: Depends but sometimes I am24) Are you good at math?: God no, the worst at that. 35% on an exam kinda bad 25) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?: No I’m not. I do hope to be happy with who I am trying to become26) Are you lonely?: I often am27) Are you mad at someone right now?: Yes I am28) Are you nice to everyone?: As long as they deserve it then yes 29) Are you outgoing or shy?: Shy, verrrrrrry shy30) Are you over your past?: Not yet but one day I will be31) Are you someone’s best friend?: I’m not32) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?: As I am now then no, as I hope to be then yes33) Are you tired right now?: Very tired, always am34) Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?: Not today35) Are you wearing socks right now?: No hahaha I’m in bed so36) Are your toenails painted pink?: No they’re not37) Basic question: what’s your favorite color/colors?: Green/black/grey/red/beige38) Baths or showers?: Depends on my mood but lately mostly showers39) Best friend(s): No one40) Biggest age gap between you and someone you’ve dated: Never really dated anyone so don’t have an answer41) Birthday: 17/0242) Can insanity bring on more creativity?: Oh hell yes, the insane created creativity43) Can you commit to one person?: I can and always will 44) Can you drive a stick shift?: I can45) Can you drive? If so do you like, why?: I can drive and love speeding the most but it also gives me anxiety so.. I end up not driving46) Can you hold your breath under water without using your hand?: Obviously yes47) Can you live a day without TV?: TV yes, Netflix no 😂😂48) Can you tie a bow-tie? A regular tie? If yes, how and when did you learn?: I can’t……49) Coke or Pepsi?: Neither ew50) Currently wanting to see anyone?: Yes, my poopsie51) Dark, milk, or white chocolate?: Milk chocolate ftw but never much cause nausea52) Deadpool is the greatest; discuss: Deadpool is just overall the funniest. He doesn’t give a fuck about anything but still does good. He’s original53) Define: Art: Art is anything that can touch the soul whether that is in the form of a song, book, poem or even a Van Gogh. I believe even the human body is a piece of art. Nature is art54) Describe your best friend, personality and looks: ///55) Describe your favorite food. Who makes it?: My fav food is this pasta my mom makes with a cream cheese tomato sauce just fuck yes 56) Describe your physical “ideal mate”: My physical ideal mate… Hmmm someone that has muscled arms with sleeve tattoos. Veiny hands 😍 dark hair, a stubble and beautiful green eyes. Looks good in joggers, a suit or anything inbetween 57) Did you have a dream last night?: Don’t remember58) Did you have a good day yesterday?: Yesterday was overall a pretty good day actually59) Did you wake up cranky?: I didn’t 60) Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?: In most cases people deserve a 2nd chance. It just really depends on what they’ve done. Some things can’t be forgiven or fixed61) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: I believe in both ghosts and aliens 62) Do you believe in karma?: Oh for sure, even experienced it myself63) Do you believe in love?: I do believe in love64) Do you believe in luck?: I believe people can get lucky. But actual luck, not sure 65) Do you believe in magic?: A part of me wants to believe that magic is real but rational me doesn’t66) Do you believe in soul mates?: I do hahaha67) Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?: I think everyone has a person they’re meant to be with 68) Do you care if people talk badly about you?: I care more than I’d like to admit and it affects me too which sucks69) Do you chew on your straws?: Oh god I do, I can’t stop once I’ve started hahahahah70) Do you collect anything?: I don’t anymore71) Do you cry easily?: Too easily 😢72) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?: I don’t drive but I have almost crashed twice so73) Do you eat meat?: I do eat meat but also meat replacements74) Do you ever wanna get married?: I’d love to get married at some point75) Do you fall for people easily?: Not at all76) Do you get a lot of colds?: I used to but thankfully not anymore77) Do you get butterflies around the person you like?: I’m not physically around the person I like but he gives me butterflies from a distance so78) Do you hate anyone?: I do but wish I didn’t have to79) Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?: Nope, actually love him so80) Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? If not, do you want one?: I don’t and at some point I do want a bf, when I’m ready and a better person81) Do you have a collection of anything?: I have a collection of a few things. One that comes to mind is Me to You bears 82) Do you have a crush?: I do but it’s also more than that, way more83) Do you have a tan? Is it fake or real?: I’m as white as milk 🍼84) Do you have any body modifications?: No85) Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?: No86) Do you have any nicknames?: Nuno and mie/mieke87) Do you have any obsessions right now?: Uh tv series I guess88) Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?: I do yes89) Do you have any piercings?: A few in my ears and a nose piercing which I actually completely forgot I had hahahha 90) Do you have any relatives in jail?: Not that I know of 😂91) Do you have any strange phobias?: Hm the dark isn’t that strange but maybe the idea that werewolves are real92) Do you have any tattoos?: Unfortunately not93) Do you have many toys? What are your favorites?: I have 094) Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?: I do, he’s also the only one I tell anything and everything to 95) Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?: My mom, brother and CJ96) Do you have trust issues?: It sucks but I do97) Do you like anime?: I don’t think I ever watched anime 98) Do you like true crime?: I love it. I’m very fascinated by it 99) Do you like deep conversations?: I do but suck at starting one myself100) Do you like hot sauce?: Love it101) Do you like it when people play with your hair?: Only the person I love102) Do you like sports? Which ones?: I love a good marathon….. a movie marathon103) Do you like the climate you live in? What do you like or would change?: Don’t like it, it’s 4 seasons in a day. I’d like more stability 104) Do you like to wear any jewelry? Bracelets? Necklaces?: Only the bracelet my mom got me105) Do you like watching scary movies?: They’re my fav so yes106) Do you like your neighbors?: Ew no107) Do you miss anyone right now?: Hm not really108) Do you need to do laundry?: Always hahaha109) Do you plan on moving out within the next year?: Nope110) Do you play video games? What are your favorites?: I don’t anymore but my favs were Spyro, Crash, Mario and Assassin’s Creed or Far Cry. Idk COD is cool too111) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: Video chatting but only with close ones112) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: Always behind113) Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?: Neither114) Do you prefer to text or call your friends?: Texting ftw 115) Do you replay things that have happened in your head?: All the time 😕116) Do you save money or spend it?: Depends but usually save117) Do you secretly like someone?: It’s not a secret so118) Do you sleep with or without clothes on?: With119) Do you sleep with the door open or closed?: Almost closed120) Do you still talk to the first person that you kissed?: No121) Do you think someone has feelings for you?: I do122) Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?: No hahaha123) Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?: Oh very much so 124) Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?: I can last a lifetime without cheating so 125) Do you think you like someone?: I know I like someone 😂😂126) Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?: Nope127) Do you think you’re a strong person?: I’m far from a strong person, I’m rather weak128) Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2014?: My life did change dramatically before 2014. If it will by next year, who knows129) Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend?: When I’m ready for a bf, then I do want one130) Do you want any piercings? Where?: I would like a dermal between my boobs, more piercings in my ears and a belly button piercing once I have the bod for it 131) Do you want children? How many and what would you name them?: At this point it’s not something I can answer132) Do you want tattoos? What of?: I do want tattoos, only 2 I am sure of 🐱🌛133) Do you want to try any drugs? Acid? Shrooms? Ecstasy?: LSD x Weed134) Do you want your tongue pierced?: Ew no 😝135) Do you wash your car or let the car wash do it?: Both136) Do you wear jeans or sweats more?: Sweats ftw137) Do you work out?: Yes by getting out of bed in the morning138) Does anyone hate you?: Who knows hahahaha probably139) Does anyone like you?: I think so140) Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?: Not regularly but enough141) Dogs or Cats? Why?: Both cause both are freaking awesome duh 🐶🐱142) Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?: The most attractive143) Draw a selfie: Too lazy and no talent 144) Ever been in a physical fight?: Yes 😂145) Ever been in love?: Yes and still am 146) Ever been on a plane?: Yes147) Ever been suspended or expelled? what for?: No I was a good, boring student 148) Ever go to camp?: Pony camp hahahaha149) Ever had a poem or song written about you?: Yes 🙄150) Ever had a rumor spread about you?: Hm yes151) Ever had a terrible breakup?: No152) Ever kissed under fireworks?: No153) Eye colour: Just brown 154) Favourite actors: Hmmm fav actors. Probably Morgan Freeman, Johnny Depp, Jonah Hill, Dylan O'Brien, … 155) Favourite actresses: Fav actresses: Angelina Jolie, Jennifer Aniston, Emma stone, Meryl Streep, …156) Favourite animals: All animals (dogs, cats, birds, chameleons, dolphins, turtles, lions …) xxx157) Favourite bands: Uh Kodaline and Papa Roach are he only ones I can come up with hahaha 158) Favourite cartoons: Hmm avatar159) Favourite color: Red, green, grey and black. Beige too160) Favourite Comedy: Jesus tough one uhm The Hangover probably 161) Favourite comic book movie: I think hmm Deadpool 162) Favourite day of the year: Don’t have a fav day 163) Favourite Disney Movie: Beauty and the Beast but Mulan, the Lion King, The Little Mermaid etc come close too 164) Favourite drink: Ice tea 🙂 no idk alcohol wise it just depends on my mood165) Favourite Fantasy: Uh idk tbh, I have so many166) Favourite feature on yourself: My eyelashes or my kindness, not sure what kinda feature hahahah167) Favourite fictional character: Ron Weasley168) Favourite film: V for Vendetta169) Favourite food: Kebab170) Favourite food for munchies?: Salty snacks171) Favourite hobbies or things to do after smoking?: I don’t smoke? 172) Favourite ice cream?: Banana (coconut, lemon, vanilla)173) Favourite Love Story: Ruth and Ira from The Longest Ride174) Favourite Movie Soundtrack: Banks - waiting game175) Favourite movies?: Before I wake, The best of me, The lights between oceans, Mr and Mrs Smith, Charlie’s Angels, …176) Favourite movie remake: Nightmare on Elm street177) Favourite Musical: Beauty and the Beast178) Favourite mythical creature and why?: Tough one.. A dragon 179) Favourite number?: 17180) Favourite person?: Poopsie181) Favourite quote from a movie: “I love you so much. I just want you to be happy. Even if that happiness no longer includes me”182) Favourite quote from a song: “It’s holding on, though the road’s long. And seeing light in the darkest things. And when you stare at your reflection. Finally knowing who it is”183) Favourite quotes in general?: “But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most.”184) Favourite Science Fiction movie: Uh idk actually185) Favourite season and why?: Spring because the blossoms are appearing, people feel more alive again186) Favourite singer?: Demi Lovato 😍187) Favourite song: Kesha - Praying188) Favourite stage show?: No idea189) Favourite store to shop in?: A grocery store190) Favourite subject?: Personality psychology191) Favourite things to do: Just chilling and watching a tv series. Going on a trip and taking pictures. Writing. Spending time with loved ones192) Favourite TV show?: Overall probably Teen Wolf but I have many favs193) Fears?: Being abandoned, not being good enough and the dark194) First thing that comes to your mind when you hear the word: food?: Idk this table full of food I love 😂😂195) First thing that comes to your mind when you hear the word: love?: Poopsie196) Get the book closest to you, open to page fifty. What’s the first line?: “They both looked surly and unhappy, and the girl had clearly been crying.”197) Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?: That’s a very odd thing. I love when a guy is able to show emotions. I don’t love it when they cry cause it’s sad obviously198) Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence): Girls are all beautiful and unique, so are guys 🙂199) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word: heart: A shitload of songs about heartbreak 200) Hair Color?: Light brown 201) Hair Length?: Pretty freaking long. Doesn’t reach my ass yet202) Has anybody ever given you butterflies?: Oh for sure 😍🦋203) Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?: Only 2 of my friends204) Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?: They have205) Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?: Yes, my poopsie206) Have you been to a gig in the past month?: A concert of Oscar and the wolf207) Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?: No208) Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?: No209) Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?: Thank god not, only 24 hours210) Have you ever been called a tease?: Uhm yes211) Have you ever been in a physical fight?: Yes212) Have you ever been in love?: Yes and still am213) Have you ever caught a butterfly?: No, they aren’t made to be caught214) Have you ever cried over a guy?: Uh obviously 215) Have you ever drank your soda from a straw?: Yes at McDonald’s 216) Have you ever eaten a crayon?: No? 😂217) Have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend?: No ew also don’t have an ex218) Have you ever felt replaced?: Yes, often219) Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them?: Always, fear of rejection220) Have you ever had your heart broken?: Yes 221) Have you ever kissed a Chris?: Not yet 🙂🙂🙂222) Have you ever kissed a Sophie?: No223) Have you ever kissed someone older than you?: Yes224) Ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’?: No225) Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?: I have226) Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the same sex?: I haven’t 227) Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?: Yes 😂228) Have you ever liked someone who didn’t like you back?: Yes229) Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?: Hm yes 230) Have you ever thrown up in the car?: Thank god not, that’s gross231) Have you ever told someone you loved them?: I have 232) Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?: I guess yes233) Have you ever wanted something you couldn’t have?: Yes more than once 234) Have you had any real Tumblr crushes?: Yes, one 235) Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?: No 236) Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?: No237) Have your pants ever fallen down in public?: No, that’s weird…..238) Have your parents ever caught you doing something you wish they hadn’t?: Not in the moment but after yes239) Height: 1m70, or something at least240) How are you?: I’m fine 241) How are you really?: Who the fuck knows, I don’t so242) How do you like your eggs?: Omelet243) How do you look on a night out?: Boring, dark clothes usually. A bit of mascara, hair straight and loose 244) How do you look right now?: Oh god you don’t wanna know. Horrible, awful, disgrace hahahahaha245) How do you vent your anger?: By writing, exploding or smashing doors 246) How is your best friend?: No idea, also don’t really have one247) How late did you stay up last night and why?: 3.30, watched a movie. Texted with poopsie and did the first part of these questions and then KO'ed 248) How long can you hold your breath for?: 40 seconds maybe. Tested it once but forgot and was many years ago249) How long does it take you to bath?: Like 40 mins hahahaha250) How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?: Depends on how much time I have. Can be from 25 mins to 1h30251) How long does it take you to get ready for a night out?: 1h30, with showering and everything252) How long does it take you to shower?: 12 mins to 35 253) How many kids do you want to have?: I don’t know254) How many TRUE friends do you have?: Like 2 probably255) How mature are you?: Depends. I can be very mature but when emotions are involved I become a childish mess256) How much do you weigh?: None of your damn business Tumblr257) How much do you want to weigh?: 62 kg258) How often do you bathe?: Depends on how I feel but 3 times a week usually259) How often do you go to see live music?: Oh almost never, it’s very rare260) How often do you listen to music?: Daily261) How old are you?: 20 years old 262) How old were you when you got your first boy/girlfriend: Well no idea since I never had one263) How old were you when you had your first kiss: Like 9 for a kiss on the mouth and more was 17264) How tall are you?: 1m70, this is quite repetitive tbh265) How tall is your crush?: I think taller than 1m80266) How’s your heart?: All over the place267) Ice cream or cake? Why?: Hmmm depends on my mood and the weather 268/269) If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you do? If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?: I’d be upset, having a bunch of mental breakdowns. Be absolutely devastated and just feel like there’s no point in anything anymore. Isolate myself from everything and everyone. But I’d wish him the best and tell him all I’ve ever wanted is for him to be happy. If she makes him happy then that’s all that matters. I’d also still wanna be in his life. Don’t wanna lose him, ever270) If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?: That can quickly escalate from talking and laughing to something else, right? 🙂271) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?: “Be more accepting of one another”272) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?: Going to class273) If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?: Everything 🙂274) If you could change your eye color, would you?: A few years ago I would’ve said yes but thanks to a special person, no thanks I like my eyes 275) If you could have one wish, what would it be?: For my mom to not be in pain and for her leg to heal completely276) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: I don’t have a desire to meet anyone really. But I do wanna be with poopsie irl277) If you could move somewhere else, would you?: I sure as hell would278).If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?: N.279) If you had to delete one day of your life completely, which would it be?: The day I first got confronted with trust issues280) If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?: The year I had met him281) If you were drunk, who would you want to take care of you?: The guy I love, however it’s not his responsibility282) If you’re being extremely quiet what does that mean?: Sunken in my own world, overthinking and sad283) If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?: My first true love is still and will always be in my life284) In a relationship?: Nope, single pringle 285) In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?: No286) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?: Trust, honesty, communication and being head over heels with eachother 287) Is cheating ever okay?: N E V E R288) Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?: Fucking adorable when the guy you love does that. I mean never had that actually but I think I’d love it289) Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?: 2 actually, my brother and the one I love290) Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?: Yes 291) Is there anyone you want to tell EVERYTHING to?: Yes292) Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?: Nope, I don’t know many people in general293) Is there anything pink on you?: No, only purple294) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?: Yes, small papers to note stuff on295) Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?: Yes hahahaha296) Is there someone you will never forget?: Yes297) Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?: Unfortunately yeah298) Is your life anything like it was one year ago?: Nothing like it299) Is your life anything like it was two years ago?: No, it changed dramatically300) JFK: conspiracy or not?: Honestly no idea but knowing America, probably 301) Last book you read?: I can’t remember actually. I think Fifty Shades of Grey, by Grey but never finished it302) Last food that you ate?: Pastry 303) Last gig you went to?: Oscar and the Wolf, their concert304) Last movie you watched?: IT 😂🙄305) Last person you cried in front of?: I don’t know, my mom I think306) Last person you talked to?: My mom, just now, 2 seconds ago307) Last person you talked to for over an hour?: Poopsie308) Last person’s house you were in?: My dad’s 309) Last place you were?: My house? 😂310) Last play you saw?: God uhm no idea, been too long311) Last prank call you remember doing?: Never prank called anyone and my mom doesn’t count312) Last show you watched?: Riverdale 313) Last show you watched with a friend?: Hannibal, but he’s not really a friend so no idea if it counts314) Last song you listened to?: Ruelle - Recover315) Last song you sang?: Ruelle - Recover316) Last sport you played?: I haven’t played sports in ages but kick boxing I guess317) Last thing that made you cry?: An argument318) Last time you cried?: An hour ago319) Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over?: Never!!!!!320) Last time you hung out with anyone?: A month ago I think? It’s been long321) Last time you hung out with a group?: Well 2 people are a group to me so also a month322) Last time you kissed someone?: 4 years ago, something like that323) Last time you took a shower?: The day before yesterday324) Last time you were insulted and what was it?: The day before yesterday, “fuckhead”325) Least favorite sport?: Running, jogging, moving 326) Least favourite animals: I don’t have any so327) List 5 movies that you love: Hey I already kinda did this but ok, I’ll just give more. Harry Potter, Zootopia, Tangled, The Incredibles and hmmm National Treasure 328) List all the countries you’ve been to. Write a comment on each of them. Or some, if you can’t be bothered: Hungary: just beautiful. One of my fav countries, the little towns are great and the lake is just 😍 Rhodos (island): so many friendly people, found one of our cats there, beautiful ocean and amazing food. Italy: just wow. The most beautiful cities, friendly and open people, the pizza is just 👏🏻👌🏻 329) Location: Belgium.330/331) Loud music or soft?: Both, but mostly loud332) Meaning behind your url: Something that symbolizes a relationship/kink that is important to me 333) Most adventurous place you’ve smoked?: I’ve never smoked 334) Most attractive celebrity of the opposite gender?: Uh no idea.. Hm 🤔 Scott Eastwood is attractive and Johnny Depp in his 20s335) Most attractive celebrity of the same gender as you?: Angelina Jolie, Demi Lovato and Emeraude Toubia. Can’t choose 🙂336) Name: Nina R.337) Name of the person you first kissed: Asshole.338) Name something you dislike about the day you’re having: My headache and the argument339) Name something you’re happy about the day you’re having: Talking with poopsie340) Name something you have to do tomorrow?: Chores and grocery store341) Name something you’re glad you don’t have to do tomorrow?: Go to class342) Name three things you like about yourself: I can be nice I guess but yeah no, don’t like much about myself.343) Next trip you are going to take?: Nothing planned344) Nickname: Nuno/Mie/Mieke345) One movie you can watch everyday of your life?: I’d get bored so none but as a kid probably Charlie’s Angels 346) One must have?: My phone347) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?: Get the fuck out of there obviously? Probably scream idk. No honestly I’d probably hide under my blankets and freeze348) One thing you would say to a person who hurt you?: “Did I ever mean anything to you?”349) Opinions on dating people older than you: All good, as long as it’s not like a minor with someone much older. Aside from that people can do whatever. My age limit is 26 I think350) Opinions on dating people younger than you: I’d never date anyone younger than me cause lack of maturity most of the time. And I don’t want a boy but a man351) People you want to smoke with? Whether they actually smoke or not?: I don’t smoke wtf but Poopsie 352) Pick something from your immediate surroundings and tell the story behind the item: My bottle of ice tea. I love ice tea 353) Pick up the nearest printed material in your first language and copy out a random paragraph: None of your business tumblr. It’s a bill354) Place you want to visit?: New Zealand355) Place you’d want to smoke most?: Seriously?356) Places you’d like to visit?: Dubai, Peru, Mexi357) Post a picture of yourself: Too ugly358) Put on shuffle, what came on and what are your favorite lyrics?: Kesha - Learn to let go, “You don’t gotta be a victim. Life ain’t always fair, but hell is living in resentment. Choose redemption, your happy ending’s up to you”359) Put your music playlist on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up: Anne-Marie with Ciao Adios, Foxes - Devil Side, Fergie - You already know, Beyoncé - If I were a boy, Ruelle - Monsters, Foxes - Scar 360) Reading or watching: Watching 361) Relationship status: Complicated362) Sexual orientation: Straight 363) Smell the air. What do you smell?: Home364) So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?: Hell no, fucker is gonna get slapped365) Something you miss?: Taking pictures366) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm: The table, my dog367) Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do: Don’t have an ex so nothing 368) The last time you noticed you’d put a piece of clothing on incorrectly, i.e. backwards/inside out/etc?: Probably my pjs and in the morning so no biggie369) The reason I joined Tumblr?: It was very popular back then and it seemed fun, a platform where you didn’t have to pretend370) The relationship between you and the person you last texted?: Hmm… Pretty complicated. Close but also at risk of ending. Could be something great if I continue to go in the right direction371) The Zodiac Killer is…?: Who knows372) Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?: No373) Think back 12 months ago; were you in a relationship?: No 374) Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?: I do yes375) Three names you go by..: Nina, Nuno and Mie?376) Top 5 actors: Hmm… Johnny Depp, Andrew Garfield, Tom Holland, Morgan Freeman, Seth Rogan377) Top 5 actresses: Helen Mirren, Katherine Heigl, Emma Watson, Catherine Zeta Jones, Chloë Moretz 378) Top 5 directors: ///379) Top 5 favorite blogs on Tumblr: @eagerforpower and the ones I reblog often from, you guys know who you are380) Top 5 movies: Not again381) Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?: Both hahahaha I can’t possibly choose 382) Turn offs?: Bad breath, asshole, no hygiene, disrespecting, childish383) Turn ons?: Respectful, mature, amazing smell, being sweet etc384) Wearing any bracelets?: Not now385) Were you happy with the person you liked in March?: At that point, no 386) Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?: Nope387) Were you single over the last summer?: Yes388) What are you actually gonna do for a career?: Hopefully become a psychologist389) What are you listening to right now?: Nothing390) What ARE you looking forward to?: Uhm idl nothing really 391) What are you NOT looking forward to?: Class/exams392) What are you sitting on right now?: A desk chair393) What are you supposed to be doing right now?: Nothing, I think 394/395) What are you wearing right now?/What are you wearing?: pjs396) What are your fears?: Being abandoned, the dark and not being good enough397) What are your plans for tonight?: Finding a new tv series to watch398) What brought you to Tumblr?: A friend who told me about it 399) What color bottoms are you wearing?: Grey, striped. Dark and light400/401) What color is your shirt? What color shirt are you wearing?: Purple402) What color underwear are you wearing?: Grey403) What do you do/what do you want to do when you grow up: Become a psychologist who actually helps people. While also enjoying my own life and seeing what the world has to offer404) What do you think about most?: Life, what to change and just my daily worries405) What do you think about tattoos and piercings?: I think they’re great, they are art that cover a blank page. Beautiful even406) What do you want to know about the future?: Honestly nothing, I’m already busy enough with it407) What does your last text message say?: “Dude some questions come back like 10 times”408) What does your latest text message from someone else say?: “And don’t answer them then”409) What exactly are you wearing right now?: Dude pjs 410) What gender do you identify as?: Female, also born that way411) What has been the biggest moment in your life so far?: Hm nothing 412) What is a typical breakfast for you?: Bread413) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?: Fighting for someone I love 414) What is your all-time favorite romance movie?: Hmmm the best of me415) What is your current mood? Write and/or draw: Just neutral 416) What is your current screen saver?: The sky417) What is your favorite animal?: A dog I think. I love all though 418) What is your favorite word?: Schnitzel419) What kind of people are you attracted to?: People who are open minded, honest and just who they are. With humor of course420) What makes you laugh no matter what?: My dogs421) What should you be doing right now?: Nothingggggg finishing these damn questions422) What size shoes do you where?: 40 usually423) What song are you listening to right now?: None424) What tabs do you have open right now?: Tumblr, my notes and kik425) What was the last book you read?: 🙄426) What was the last lie you told?: Not sure actually.. It’s pretty blurry427) What was the last movie you watched in theaters?: Spiderman Homecoming428) What was the last thing you had to drink?: Ice tea429) What were you doing at 12AM last night?: Watching a movie/texting 430) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?: There’s nothing I’m afraid to be honest about I think. “Did you ever doubt letting him go?”, this comes close though 431) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?: Stereos - Cupid432) What’s a song that always makes you sad when you hear it?: Sleeping at last - Already gone433) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?: I hate tinnitus sounds and I love his voice 434) What’s the first thing you notice in the opposite sex: The smile/eyes435) What’s the last sporting event you watched?: Eh soccer a few years ago 436) What’s the last thing you purchased?: Food 😭😭😭437) What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?: Excuse me? Pastry hahahaha438) What’s the meaning behind your url?: A relationship, something personal439) What’s the relationship between you and the last person you texted?: Already answered this I DON’T NEED TO RUB IN HOW COMPLICATED IT IS, DO I TUMBLR?????440) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?: Police office 441) What’s your biggest “what if”?: What if he never did what he did?442) What’s your current problem?: Learning how to change and be better443) What’s your dream job?: Psychologist 🙂444) When did your last hug take place?: Yesterday evening with my mom 445) When is the last time you ran?: Probably when I was about to miss the bus. I don’t run otherwise 446) When is the last time you went to the mall?: Over a month ago447) When was the last time you cried?: A little bit ago.. 448) When was the last time you drove out of town?: Well my town is small asf so a few days ago to go to the grocery store in another town449) When was the last time you smiled?: A few mins ago when I laughed at him laughing at me450) When was the last time you told someone you loved them?: Yesterday451) When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?: I am disappointed in myself 24/7 but a few days ago it was extreme452) When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?: I don’t remember453) Where do you go when you’re sad?: Wherever my tv series brings me to454) Where is the shirt you are wearing from?: De Zeeman idk 455) Where is your best friend?: No idea and also don’t have one. Way to make someone feel lonely, Tumblr456) Where were you 3 hours ago?: Same chair, answering these questions 😂😂457) Where were you last week at this time?: At home458) Where were you yesterday?: At home459) Who are you in love with?: Poopsie 😍💜460) Who are your best friends?: No one 461) Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?: Poopsie, always him 462) Who do you have texts from?: My mom and poopsie, a few friends too463) Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?: Uh I hope no one?464) Who is the biggest gossiper you know?: Oh shit no idea hahahaha me? No idk I share a lot but don’t gossip465) Who is your celebrity crush?: Demi Lovato hahaha, a queen 😭466) Who is your favourite Beatle?: Lennon467) Who was the first person you talked to today?: Poopsie 468) Who was the last person you drove with?: My mom469) Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?: Hmm… Poopsie 😂😂470) Who was the last person you held hands with?: My mom 471) Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?: My mom 472) Who was the last person you talked to?: Poopsie 473) Who was the last person you took a picture of?: Holy cow I’m not sure, Max of Oscar and the Wolf I think 🎶474) Who was the last person you were on the phone with?: My mom475) Who was your first crush?: Asshole. 476) Who’s in your profile picture with you?: It’s a middle finger so no one, not even me 😂477) Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?: No478) Will you get married?: At some point hopefully yes479) Will your next kiss be a mistake?: No 🙂😏480) Worst injury you’ve ever had?: Concussion or broken finger, either481) Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?: No I wouldn’t 482) Would you ever smile at a stranger?: Yes483) Would you rather be hot or cold?: Cold, you have blankets to keep you warm but cooling off is a whole lot harder + I feel uncomfortable then484) Would you survive a zombie apocalypse?: I like to think I would and that I’d be as badass as Milla Jovovich but eh idk485) Write a 6 word story: She never looked back, it was over (7 words fy)486) Write an autograph version of your URL: How even?487) Write your URL in some writing that you thought were super cool when you were younger. Eg, bubble letters, digital clock letters, letters with lots of embellishments, or letters with smiley faces in them: No too lazy488) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?: Being invisible for sure. So many abilities with that. Get on planes unseen, robbing banks etc489) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?: I wouldn’t tell anyone because I don’t want to be treated differently nor do I want people to be scared or sad the time I have left. I’d spend as much time as possible with my loved ones and do the things I love most while I still can. I’d be scared yes. Scared I hadn’t done enough. Scared my loved ones would be left broken490) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?: Fire me motherfucker. Not gonna let that cutie drown 😗🐶491) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?: That night.492) You can only have one of these things: trust or love: Trust, without trust there can be nothing493) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?: This moment that I had built a fort for me and my brother, we had no idea about the bad of the world yet and laughed endlessly. I was allowed to move the couches, use blankets and pillows. We would stack snacks there and go on missions 494) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?: Ew no one495) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?: Hmm not sure but New Zealand or Thailand 496) Your best friend likes you, what do you do?: Tell them I don’t like them and that we can continue as friends but again I don’t have that problem cause I don’t have best friends497) Your best friend wants to do something you really don’t want to do. What do you do?: Not do it? 498) Your dream vacation?: Just full on relaxing but with enough adventure. Discovering places and food. Taking many pictures and just being happy to be alive. If it’s with someone I love then go on cute dates there too499) Your thoughts of long distance relationships?: They can definitely work and they’re as real as other relationships. They just require a lot of commitment and trust, from both sides 500) Your zodiac sign?: Aquarius ♒

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Greek Pantheon Asks

I was tagged by @threshold-of-revelation Thank you, darling! I’ll just go ahead and answer all of these haha

Aphrodite: What do you love most about yourself?

My resilience and my ability to be patient. Also my eyes, what can I say

Apollo: Do you have any talents?

I consider myself pretty creative and good with my hands (whether it’s drawing, cooking, writing, etc). I’m also good at retaining lots of useless information.

Ares: What small thing makes you angry?

People talking over me. And people walking very slowly in large packs.

Artemis: What are you hunting for in life?

Stability and personal growth.

Athena: What is/was your best school subject?

Math, literature, and grammar.

Demeter: Do you miss anyone?

My friends, mostly. I rarely get to see anyone anymore.

Dionysus: Do you drink alcohol? If so, what's your beverage of choice?

I rarely do, but when I do, I love wine and beer.

Eros: How do you define your sexuality?

Mostly nonexistent, but damn if girls aren’t pretty.

Gaia: Where's your favorite place in the world?

My room and my roof.

Hades: Have you ever had a near-death experience?

Once in a car accident. I hate driving mostly because of that.

Hecate: What do you think of magic?

I like to think it’s a thing, even in small everyday details.

Helios: Do you sunburn easily?

Not when I was a child, but now I get super red if I stay outside for more than half an hour.

Hephaestus: What's the coolest thing you've ever made or built?

A wheelchair made out of bike parts. Honestly, though, I just love to see things I make.

Hera: Are you the jealous type?

Not at all, but I am rather insecure.

Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything?

A tiny perfume bottle from my art teacher’s bathroom like 15 years ago. She had a bowl full of them ;;

Hestia: Where's your home away from home?

My grandma’s house. And maybe my aunt’s house in Texas.

Hyperion: Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

I love them both, but I do have a preference for sunsets at sea.

Hypnos: What was your most recent dream about?

Can’t remember well, but I think I was waiting for someone to make something for me. Food? IDK it’s been 9 hours since I woke up.

Iris: What's your favorite color palette?

I love pastels, especially pinks. But I also really like earthy tones.

Kronos: What's the stupidest thing you've ever eaten?

A spoonful of salsa thinking it was soup. It sucked.

Nemesis: What's a time you helped deliver justice?

I honestly can’t remember.

Nike: What's your most recent accomplishment?

Finally getting some job interviews.

Nyx: What's your favorite nighttime activity?

Reading before I go to sleep.

Pan: What do you do for fun?

Reading, playing video games, drawing, baking, crocheting, learning new crafts.

Persephone: What's your favorite season of the year?

Autumn.

Poseidon: What's your favorite sea creature?

Whale sharks!

Rhea: What's your favorite type of nature?

I love forests and beaches? Is that what this is about?

Selene: What's your favorite phase of the moon?

Full moon.

Tartarus: What's your personal hell?

Crowded places with a lot of noise.

Thanatos: Is there anyone you just really, really hate?

Just my exes, I guess.

Uranus: What are your zodiac signs?

Cancer / Water monkey

Zeus: What do you think about thunderstorms?

Love them. Can’t get enough of them, especially if I’m indoors.

Tag, you're it:

Tagging whoever wants to do this? I want to see what people answer.

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Survey #266

“... and buried deep beneath the waves, betrayed by family, to his nation with his last breath cried: beware the daughter of the sea.”

What's the last thing you looked up in the dictionary? Shit, it's right on the tip of my tongue... I was making sure I was using it right, which I was. Do you ever listen to instrumental music? Rarely, and if I do, it's normally game soundtracks. Who did you last sit on? I'm hoping you mean like... on their lap lmao in which case it'd probably be Jason. No one wants my fat ass to sit on their lap nowadays. What do you think about wind? I HATE wind, unless it's hot and there's a nice breeze. Has there been anyone that you wanted to get to know but never did? Well of course. That happened in high school a lot. What's the last thing you looked at that reminded you of someone? Teddy's picture on my shelf. Have your parents ever tried to commit suicide? Not that I know of. I couldn't even begin to imagine either of those trying that. Do you have a gag reflex? A VERY STRONG ONE. Would you rather have sex before you're married or wait till marriage? I don't care. Tbh by now, I kinda think before is wiser only to ensure you two are compatible in that area. It wouldn't matter to me personally, but I know that's important to some people and can cause issues and built-up bitterness. Just use protection, Christ. Have you ever let someone hit you? Um no? Do you have friends in other states/countries? Plenty. Been on the Internet since before I was even a pre-teen, talking to strangers lmao. Do you ever pay attention during church? I would try to back then, but I never succeeded well because my mind would wander out of boredom. Do you have self-control? That very much depends on the situation. I can be EXTREMELY impulsive, but in other cases hold it together. Have you ever broken a window? No. When was the last time you freaked someone out? I'm sure it was a few nights ago when I had another nightmare and woke up screaming. Mom always yells my name to snap me out of it. Have you ever gone on a date with a weirdo? No. Who's the last person you called a bitch? I don’t know. Is anyone in your family disabled? Yes. What do you want for Christmas? It's hella early to think about it, but I'm quite certain I'll be asking for a treadmill. How many moles do you have? I don't think I have any? Aren't freckles and moles different? Do you own any comic books? No. What is the nastiest dare you have ever committed? I don't know. I never did really nasty ones because I wasn't stupid. Do you know anyone who has been raped? Almost, anyway. Idk if I know anyone to really has been... I hope not. Are you an atheist? No. I think there's... something. Have you ever owned a goldfish? Well yeah, from like, carnival games and stuff. Who was the last person to call you beautiful? I dunno, probably a family member when I changed my FB profile picture. How many times have you been stung by a bee? Once. Those fuckin hornets better stay the holy fuck away from me. What was the last flavor of gum you chewed? Probably something fruity. When was the last time you used tape? Ummm probably when I had to tape the side of my laptop screen a bit. When was the last time you said fuck? A couple questions ago in this survey lmao. Have you ever stolen something? Only this pink crayon I thought was beautiful at Sunday school oof. Who would you like to kiss right now? Maaaan there's three people I would so long I wasn't involved with anyone else. Mark of course lol, Jason, or Sara. Who was the last person you told to 'Shut the fuck up' to? Ha ha, probably playfully to Sara. Why were you last nervous? So I joined this group on deviantART called the Guiding Light Project, which is about mental health help and positivity, and there is a list of people seeking help and what their problem is. I decided to reach out to two people I really thought I could help, and one was a guy. Men make me so nervous that I was very nervous sending him a message, but it's going very well. Whose pants did you last take off? Uhhhh. OH YEAH HEY when I was hanging out with Colleen and she got me to change her son's diaper. Hate hate hate hated it. I do not ever need kids. When was the last time you were disturbed? Hm. I'm sure over something I saw on Facebook. NO, WAIT. Sara, do not read this. When I was at Ashley's, we were watching Naked and Afraid, and they caught a chameleon to cook for food. I almost screamed. Poor thing looked terrified when the guy grabbed him. Why did you last feel awkward? Also when messaging that guy. When was the last time you got in a fight with your best friend? It's been a long time. Have you ever asked someone for a tampon? Only a friend. Who was the last person you read a book to? My niece had me read a book like fifty times. Who is the person you say the naughtiest things to? Ha ha, Sara when we're having our stupid fangirl moments. Who was the last person to send you a letter? Sara. It's still on my shelf. :') How do you feel about war? I’m a pacifist, so guess. Do you like cupcakes or muffins more? Hm, maybe cupcakes. Have you ever pushed someone on purpose? Yes. Have you ever slapped someone in the face? No. Do you have any tough life decisions to make soon? Nothing major. At what time of the day do you usually have the most energy? In the morning, once I've passed the drowsy phase. Magenta, aqua, or coral? Coral. Do you like the color orchid? Ye! Would you rather be a wedding photographer or a nature photographer? Uhhh I literally want to be both? I'm *realistically* more interested in shooting weddings for the income, but if I had my way, I'd be perfectly financially content being a nature photographer. Man, I hope that happens. Have you ever had an ulcer? No. Are you interested in health and wellness? "Rather than interests, I consider them two very important things I should always try to pay attention to. Health is very important." <<<< This. Would you ever be a fitness coach? HA no. Do you ever question whether something that makes you uncomfortable is a good thing or not? That's a very good question. This can definitely lead to you questioning flawed morals, so in that sense, it sure can be. In other ways though, it can certainly be a bad thing. Do you think for yourself? Yes. I am, generally, very opinionated and follow my gut instinct. Do you live life on your own terms, or do you do what everyone tells you to do? The former, usually. I can be AWFUL at making decisions though, so I definitely consider advice. What color is your bike? I don't have a bike. Are you due for a hike? There is physically no way I could handle a hike in my current shape. Muscle atrophy in the legs is not fuckin' fun, and with hyperhidrosis and THIS heat? Oh, hunny. Have you ever created a themed scrapbook? As a kid, I fainty remember having one? How often do you eat dessert? Very rarely. I don't need it. What's the trendiest item you own? Oh boy, I don't have a clue. I don't even know what's "trendy." Did you pull an all-nighter last night? No. When was the last time you wrote an essay? My first semester of this year. Do you enjoy writing essays? I actually do if it's a subject I'm passionate about. Do you enjoy learning? Yeah! What is your favorite fairytale? Fuckin fight me if you say Shrek isn't one. What is your favorite name that starts with a "Z"? I have no idea. Maybe Zena, though I prefer it with an "x." Have you ever felt like you were going to throw up while you were at school? Yes. I have before. Do you own a princess crown? No. When was the last time you were jealous of someone? Ugh... with how bad my PTSD has been lately, I've been having periodic episodes of raging hate and jealousy of the girl he dated after me, thinking things like, "what if he loved her more," "what if he also told her this or that," etc. They're not even together anymore, but my brain doesn't care. Do you know anyone with an eating disorder? Maybe? What was the last thing you killed? I think an earwig-ish thing. Whose number did you last get? The girl's who adopted Bentley. When was the last time you used a public bathroom? Probably not since an appointment with my psychiatrist some time ago. Have you ever used someone for money? Wow, no. Do you have manners? I honestly think I have great manners. Have you ever woken up and realized that yesterday really happened? That was ABSOLUTELY the day after the breakup. It didn't at all feel real when it was even happening. When was the last time that you had a pet that died? Last November is when we had to put Teddy to sleep. God, I miss that baby boy. Or did Mitsu die later? I don't recall for sure. Do you know anyone who retired at a young age? I mean, probably. I'm just unaware. When was the last time you took a taxi/Uber? Where were you going? Never, actually. We don't really have those here. Have you ever been diagnosed (by a professional) with OCD? Yes. Do you know any married gay couples? Distantly. Who is your favorite person to spend time with? SARA! I feel like kids having a sleepover when I've been with her. Is there anything you should tell someone, but don’t want to? Yes. Have you ever woken up somewhere and not known how you got there? I don't believe so. Do you live somewhere where recreational marijuana is legal? No. Have you ever quit a job with no notice? No. Do you have nightmares often? HA, it's just about a nightly basis now. Have you ever been on any sort of government assistance? I've gotten loans for school and stuff. Does that count? Did you have your own bedroom when you were growing up? No, I shared it with my little sister. Are you more optimistic or pessimistic? Pessimistic. Are you comfortable with your weight? Fuck no. How often do you listen to classic rock? Semi-frequently. Not as much as I did in high school. What about country? Just about never ever. Do you know anyone inside and out? I don't think that's possible. Is anyone in your family sick? Both Mom and Grammy are fighting cancer right now. I don't think my grandma has much time left. She can't walk on her own anymore. What kind of camera do you have? A Canon EOS Rebel T6. What is something you know you shouldn’t do, but do anyways? Download music. What is the most amount of money you have ever lost? Idk. Is photography one of your interests? Of course, I aim to make a career out of it. Do you know your neighbors very well? I personally don't. The person to the right of us, though, my mom knows decently and is a total and complete sweetheart. Have you ever hurt yourself just to get attention? "Kind of (I hurt myself for my own purposes, but I did want attention paid to it), when I was a teenager, because I desperately needed someone to treat me with compassion and, like, take the shit that was happening to me seriously." <<<< I don't like admitting this, but it's happened. I want to emphasize that it was not the primary reason and was rather impulsive anger and self-hate, BUT for the mentioned reasons, I did want this shit taken seriously and realize I really needed help. Has anyone ever called you conceited? No. Do you write ever write poetry just to get your feelings out? Certainly. Not like I used to, though. Who were you last really mad at? REALLY mad? I'm not sure, but probably Mom. What is a sad song that you like? "Terrible Things" by Mayday Parade has been in my head lately. What is a rumor people tell about you? I don't know of any. The only rumor that I know has ever been spread about me was that Jason and I had a baby in high school. Despite the fact I was slim then lmao. If you were given 1,000 acres of land with no strings attached, what would you do with it? Definitely plant a forest around a house I'd like to model myself, dig a nice pond for more wildlife... a lot of stuff that would benefit nature. If you had to flee their home country, where would you live? Canada. Do you think psychic abilities exist? Which one would you like to have? No. I'd like to uhhhh... predict the future when I will it myself, I guess. What’s a skill or craft that you would like to master, but haven’t? I wish I could draw exactly what I see in my head. How did you find out Santa isn’t real? My mom just told me. What’s a personality trait that you wish you had? CONFIDENCE!!!!!!! Do you believe in getting revenge on those who do wrong by you? If so, how do you go about it? Noooo no no. That creates so many more problems. If you were arrested with no explanation, what would your friends and family think you’d had done? That's a great question. If you could shop for free at one store, what would it be? For the sake of being smart, Wal-Mart. Necessities are there. Do you have any pets? If so, what are they? I have a Siamese-esque cat and a champagne ball python. I'm currently DESPERATELY trying to talk Mom into a Mexican red knee tarantula... and I really want a hognose snake. What event in your life would make a good movie? The breakup and my recovery. If you could dedicate your life to solving one problem, what would it be? Discrimination. Where do you find meaning in your life? Quite honestly, I don't feel it has much meaning currently. I'm not doing shit worthwhile. Do you believe things happen for a reason? Hell no. What do you think is a conspiracy? Honestly, I believe in quite a few. The one I believe in most was that the government was 120% involved in 911. Research. It is unbelievable. I'm very dubious that the "first" moon landing was real, either. There is an overwhelming amount of evidence it was on a soundstage. Why? America wanted to beat Russia in the space race. I love conspiracies. Do you believe in the afterlife? How do you picture it? Yes. I don't quite know how I picture it, but I lean towards like... this nirvanic state of peace and knowledge, and unity between the dead. What’s a superstition you believe in? I don’t believe in any superstitions. None. What is the dumbest way you’ve ever been injured? YOOOOOO when I was at Colleen's in-law's having dinner once, I literally took a large bite of rice RIGHT WHEN IT CAME OFF THE STOVE. I didn't know it'd only just been removed. My tongue was burned for weeks on end. Do you mind conflict? Hell yes I mind. I'm terrified of confrontation. If you could start a charity what would it be for? Something with mental health. Maybe to help those who can't afford help/therapy. If you were a cryptid (bigfoot, mothman, ect.) what would you be? I'm already a cryptid. What’s your ideal temperature and weather? Hm... like 55 and partly cloudy. What topic could you give a 20-minute presentation on with no preparation? Gay rights. Have you ever worn those drunk goggles? Yes, for D.A.R.E. in elementary school. Can you agree to disagree, or usually get upset over conflicting views? It depends on the subject of course, but I'm normally very good at agreeing to disagree. Rodeos – entertaining, or cruel? Animal fucking cruelty. Dumbasses getting gored are well-deserved. Who is the best female rocker? Why? Lita Ford is a badass. Slays on the guitar and is just cool. What color of roses do you find the prettiest? I actually like the classic, deep red. Have you ever accidentally found porn when looking for something else? I don't think so. Why do so many fans with OTP’s insist that their ship is real? I don't really know, but it's annoying. Some people are just friends, y'know. Being similar/compatible does not equate to actually liking each other like that, and the feral ones are just... wow. Do you draw fanart of anything? Not anymore. There's soooo many pictures I'd love to draw of Mark, but I literally love him so much I don't want to disgrace his face with my poor ability to make shit proportional lmao. Favorite thing to see in museums? Fossils! Have you ever seen an unwrapped mummy in person? No. What things have people shamed you for? My AvPD doesn't want me to think about this. Are there any 'adult stores’ in your area? Probably at some point. Have you been inside of them/shopped there before? No. Do you watch The Masked Singer? Any theories? No.

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