#rbf chirp

[restingbuchface]

he spent some time at the barn 🐴

#rbf chirp #seattle kraken #philipp grubauer #HOOOOLY SHIT GUYS

[tigertales9]

Hard Reset IX

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Fluff

Description: This fic covers the rest of the bye week honeymoon.

Time/Place: Wednesday, Oct. 18, 2023 - Friday, Oct. 20, 2023 / the lakehouse

A/N: This is the ninth fic in the Hard Reset series.

The end of the secret honeymoon is here! Next chapter will be back in the city. I'm going to be pretty busy the next couple weeks, but I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can. It'll probably be after the holidays.

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Wednesday night, 10/18/23

You come awake slowly, yawning and smiling against Joe's chest as he drops a kiss on your forehead. "How long was I asleep?" you ask.

"Just over an hour," he answers. "I woke up about ten minutes ago."

"I feel like I slept for ages," you murmur, yawning again.

"It was def a power nap," he muses.

You enjoy his warm embrace for several more minutes before his stomach growls loudly, causing you both to laugh. "Let me get a quick shower and we'll cook dinner," you state. "We can save the fondue action for tomorrow."

"Can we finish carving the pumpkins before dinner?" he asks, his hopeful tone making you smile.

"Sure." You take his hand as he stands up and helps you off the sofa. "Shower first, then pumpkins, then dinner. Does that sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," he agrees, following you as you head for the stairs.

~ ~ ~

About forty minutes later, you're freshly showered and back downstairs, finishing up carving your jack-o-lantern as Joe -- who finished carving before you -- tosses another log on the fire.

"I'm done," you eventually announce, standing up and giving him a smile. "Time for the big reveal," you continue, setting your jack-o-lanterns side by side on the table before stepping back to inspect them.

"Awww, yours is super cute," he mutters, making a face as he gestures at his. "Mine looks like he's struggling to hold in a huge fart," he grumbles, mimicking his jack-o-lantern's grimace as you bust out laughing.

"He really does," you agree, laughing even harder when he playfully swats your butt.

"You weren't supposed to agree with me," he pouts.

"Sorry," you giggle, pulling him into a tight hug. "It'll look awesome once we put the candles inside. Let's put 'em on the hearth and light 'em up."

Y'all grab your jack-o-lanterns and head toward the fireplace, placing them on the hearth and inserting lit candles inside before stepping back to admire the results. Both of you are silent for a minute before Joe speaks.

"Mine looks even worse lit up."

You know better than to agree with his very correct assessment, so you just give him a smile and lie through your teeth. "I think it looks great," you chirp, smiling even bigger when he narrows his eyes at you.

"Liar," he scoffs, trying and failing to keep a stern look on his face.

"He's got a touch of RBF, but he's still super cute, kinda like you," you tease, grabbing his hand and walking toward the kitchen. "You ready to cook dinner?"

"Yes, I'm starving," he groans, quickly forgetting all about his less-than-stellar pumpkin carving skills.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Thursday, 10/19/23

Y'all sleep late the next morning then have breakfast together before taking a few hours to do your own things:

watching game film, talking to Coach Taylor, and a work-out for him

a shower, talking to your bestie, your mom, and Joe's mom, plus online furniture shopping for you

You're lounging in bed just after noon -- wearing lace panties and one of Joe's t-shirts -- perusing armchairs for the lakehouse bedroom sitting area when he walks in fresh from his work-out, wiping his face and neck with a hand towel while looking like sex on legs.

"Hey," he greets you, ambling over and leaning down to press a kiss on your lips. "What are you doing?"

"Watching porn," you deadpan, smiling when he cranes his neck to look at your computer screen.

"Those leather chairs are really nice, but I wouldn't call 'em porn."

"I was talking about you," you purr, placing your fingertips on his inner thigh and running them all the way up the leg of his slinky shorts to his thigh crease, giving him a filthy wink at his sharp intake of breath.

"I'm really sweaty," he mutters, his eyes going wide when you pull your hand out of his shorts, set your laptop aside and turn to face him.

"Take your shirt off," you order, grabbing his hips and coaxing him forward a couple steps until his legs touch the edge of the mattress; you look up at him, loving the angle as he towers over you while you stay seated on the bed, your spread thighs flanking his long legs.

He tosses the towel down and slowly pulls his shirt off, using it to wipe his armpits and chest before trailing it down his torso. "Uh-uh," you scold, taking the shirt and tossing it on the floor. "That's what my tongue is for," you tease, holding eye contact while flattening your tongue against his abs just above the waistband of his shorts, licking up the length of his barely-there blonde treasure trail before slowly rimming his belly button.

He makes a sound low in his throat as you reverse course, trailing your tongue back down over his treasure trail, waistband, and all the way down to the prominent bulge in his shorts. "I wanna taste you," you state, licking his erection through the flimsy fabric. "I'm really sweaty," he repeats. "I know," you moan, hooking your fingers in the waistband of his shorts and undies and pulling them down to mid-thigh; you catch his cock as it springs free, relishing the hot and heavy feel of it in your hands as you trace the prominent veins with gentle caresses before gripping him tight. You give him a few slow pulls, base to tip, coaxing some pearly precum out before gently lapping it up, a sizzle of heat rushing through you at the noises he makes as you pleasure him.

"So good," he grits out, placing one big hand on the back of your head as you take him deeper and deeper; your entire body reacts to the sensory overload, drunk on the feel and the smell and the taste of him, the pheromone cocktail causing an immediate rush of moisture in your mouth and core.

"Jesus, baby, I wanna fuck you," he eventually groans, "but I'm way too sweaty to get in bed."

You pull off of him, stripping your shirt and panties off before spinning around and getting on your hands and knees, scooting back until you're on the edge of the mattress, your butt conveniently positioned at his crotch level. You throw him a look over your shoulder and wiggle your ass in invitation, fully expecting him to sink his erection inside you. He licks his lips and squats down, sinking his hot tongue inside you instead; you drop your forehead down onto the bed and arch your back, giving him easier access as his talented tongue works magic between your thighs, your fingernails digging into the cool sheets and your breathy moans escalating as he expertly coaxes you toward climax.

~ ~ ~

After a few orgasms -- two for you, one for him -- y'all end up sprawled on the bedroom floor with you on top of him, both panting hard to catch your breath.

"That got my heart rate up much more than my work-out," he grins, running a hand up and down your back.

"I think I blacked out for a sec," you chuckle, taking several more minutes to recover from the intense climaxes before rolling off of him. "I need a shower, but I'm not sure I can walk."

"Let me help," he offers, standing up and helping you to your feet before guiding you to the bathroom. "Let's get a shower then go do the fondue thing, okay?"

"That doesn't sound like a very healthy lunch," you laugh.

He gives you a wink before turning the water on to heat up in the oversized shower. "We gotta enjoy the cheat days while we can. Once we're back in the city, we'll go back to healthy eating."

"Sounds good," you concede, stepping into the steaming shower just ahead of him, shivering in delight when the hot water hits you.

~ ~ ~

An hour later you're back downstairs, sitting across from each other on the floor on either side of the coffee table -- in front of a roaring fire -- playing Uno and dipping Honeycrisp apple wedges, pumpkin spice doughnut chunks and fluffy marshmallows in warm caramel.

"This fondue pot is amazing," Joe mumbles around a mouthful of gooey marshmallow, holding one hand in front of his face so as not to show you his partially-chewed food.

"It really is," you agree, hitting him with yet another 'draw four' card while he rolls his eyes in exasperation.

"Damn, woman," he mutters, snatching the cards from the deck. "I've got like fifty cards now," he exaggerates.

"Good thing you have big hands to hold all of 'em," you tease, giving him a cheeky grin when he faux-glowers at you.

A couple minutes later, you throw down your last card, laughing at the look of relief on his face. "Thank God that's finally over," he grumbles, stacking the Uno cards and setting them to the side.

Y'all exchange small talk while you finish the fondue.

"I talked to your mom earlier," you say. "She's hinting that she wants to see us when we get back to the city." You reach over and wipe a drop of caramel off of his chin before continuing. "Maybe we should have them over Sunday? You and your dad can watch football and grill steaks, and your mom and I will make all the side dishes."

"Sounds good," he mumbles around a mouthful of apple.

"I'll call your mom tomorrow and invite them. They can just spend the night and head home Monday morning." Joe opens his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it. "I'll let her know that you have to be at the facility early Monday to start prepping for the 49ers, so you won't be having breakfast with us."

"You read my mind," he grins.

"It's getting to be a habit," you laugh, before gesturing to his phone. "Check the weather real quick."

He wipes his hands on a napkin before doing your bidding. "The rain is really scattered," he muses. "Looks like we have a good chance for some light showers but nothing crazy like last night."

You heave a sigh and roll your shoulders, throwing a look of longing at the roaring fire before speaking. "Is it bad that I just want to stay in tonight? I know you want to go to the Lake Lodge for dinner, but it's so warm and cozy here," you plead, batting your eyelashes for good measure.

He gives you a smile before responding. "I was just about to suggest we get soup and sandwiches delivered from The Cove Café for dinner tonight. There's an hour window from like 6:00 to 7:00 when the rain chance drops to basically zero." He shrugs. "Perfect time to have something delivered without the delivery guy getting drenched."

"Great idea," you grin, your smile fading a bit as a thought hits you. "I feel bad you won't get to try the other items you were looking forward to at the Lodge. Maybe we should have lunch there tomorrow before we head back to the city?"

"Why don't we stay one more night?" he asks. "The weather is supposed to be nice tomorrow. Max said we can borrow his boat to explore the lake, then we can have dinner on the rooftop deck at the Lodge tomorrow night."

"That sounds amazing, but we only booked three nights here."

"That was before we bought the place," he grins, laughing along with you as you make a sheepish face.

"I keep forgetting it's our house now. -- It feels like a dream."

"This whole secret honeymoon feels like a dream," he sighs. "Let's stay an extra night before we have to go back to the real world."

"I'd love that," you agree, watching as he stands up and grabs a couple of throws off the sofa before layering them on the floor in front of the fireplace.

"Now that we have that settled," he states. "Let's play a game that I know I can beat you at."

"Football?" you tease.

"Blackjack," he answers, grabbing a deck of cards before plopping down -- criss cross applesauce -- on the plush nest of blankets, gracing you with a smug grin as he shuffles the cards.

"Boy please," you snicker, dropping down opposite him. "I'm gonna beat you at that, too," you boast, sticking your tongue out at him when he laughs at your bravado.

"Let's make it strip blackjack since you're being a cocky little shit," he challenges.

You shrug nonchalantly. "Sure, but you better stoke the fire up so you don't get cold when you're booty butt naked and I'm still dressed."

"You'll be naked first, sweetie," he purrs, giving you a wink as he stands up to throw another log on the fire.

"We'll see."

He drops back down on the pile of blankets and shuffles the cards again while stating the rules. "We'll play through the deck; whoever has the most cards at the end is the winner. We're both wearing five articles of clothing -- shirt, leggings, bra, panties and socks for you -- shirt, t-shirt, sweatpants, undies and socks for me. So we're good to go."

"Sounds good. Deal 'em," you order, watching his sensual hands as he does your bidding, placing one card face down and one face up for each of you. You check your hidden card. "Hit me," you order, smiling at the card you receive. "I'll stand," you continue.

He turns his hidden card over. "Nineteen," he gloats.

"Twenty," you grin as you turn your hidden card face up.

"Lucky ass," he mumbles, rolling his eyes as you rake the cards into a pile with a flourish before setting them beside you. "This is off to an excellent start," you tease, giggling as he deals the next hand.

You eventually win the game, biting your lip and trying not to look too smug when he rips his socks off.

"You wanna deal the next game?" he asks.

"No, I like watching you do it," you admit. "You have sexy hands," you continue, giving him a naughty wink as he shuffles the deck.

He easily wins the next game, and you slowly unbutton your plaid flannel shirt before shrugging it off; you take your bra off before sliding the shirt back on, leaving it open to expose your breasts. You neatly fold your bra and set it to the side, giving him an innocent smile as his eyebrows slide up toward his hairline.

After several more games, he's down to nothing but his undies while you're still wearing your shirt, leggings and panties.

"You're counting cards," he accuses, giving you a look as he shuffles the deck.

"Yep, just like you taught me," you grin with absolutely no remorse. "Why aren't you doing it?"

"I'm trying, but I have a hard time concentrating when your perfect tits are staring me in the face."

"That's too bad," you snicker, trying and failing to look sympathetic.

He narrows his eyes at you. "You took your bra off first on purpose, didn't you?"

"Maybe," you shrug, squealing when he pounces on you and manhandles you back against the blankets, playing cards flying in every direction. "Wait! The game's not over yet," you giggle.

"You win," he growls, pressing a kiss on the sensitive spot just behind your ear.

"But you're not completely naked," you protest weakly, snapping the elastic waist on his undies before turning your head to give him better access as he sucks your earlobe before nipping it lightly.

"I'm about to be," he promises, "and so are you," he continues, giving you a loaded look before parting your lips with his tongue, immediately thrusting it inside when you open up for him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Friday, 10/20/23 (after dinner at the Lake Lodge)

You finish brushing your teeth before clicking off the bathroom light and joining Joe in the bedroom, smiling when you find him sprawled out on the bed wearing only his undies, his clothes and shoes tossed in a heap on the floor.

"I can't believe I ate so much," he groans, rubbing his flat stomach while making a face.

"It was your last cheat day for awhile so don't sweat it," you soothe, sitting on the bed next to him and looking down at his beautiful face, the light from the waxing crescent moon streaming down through the skylight giving him an ethereal glow. He looks like a Renaissance painting, you muse to yourself.

"Well, the food was delish so I guess it was -burp- worth it," he states, belatedly covering his mouth after his gaseous eruption. "Excuse me," he chuckles. "That burp could've been much louder, but I held back."

"And some folks say romance is dead," you laugh, hopping up to get him an antacid tablet from the bathroom before breezing back in.

"Romance will never be dead for us," he states, chewing the chalky tablet before washing it down with the glass of water you hand him. "Thanks," he continues.

"You're welcome." You stretch out beside him and look up at the night sky, giving a wry grin when you spot the Big Dipper.

"We need to build a boathouse," he muses.

"Are we gonna buy a boat?"

"Yeah, eventually. I want to add another dock with a boathouse about thirty yards to the left of the existing dock. It needs to be offset so it won't block our view."

"I guess you enjoyed cruising around in Max's boat today?" you grin.

"Loved it."

"Me too." You smile at the memory.

Y'all spent a few hours cruising around the lake, the air crisp and the sun shining, Joe's curls blowing in the wind and his deep, throaty laugh echoing as he steered you in and out of quaint coves lined with trees lit up with leaves in shades of red, orange and gold. You took several pics of him, almost as many as he took of you. The outfit you picked out for him -- cream colored henley, dark olive jeans & Timbs -- made him look like a walking orgasm, especially with the henley unbuttoned to show off his sexy neck and a hint of chest.

"We got some amazing pics," he says, reading your mind, as usual.

"Yes, we did."

Y'all fall silent for several minutes before he speaks up again.

"I don't know if I should mention this right now, but I had a bad dream last night. I know it was just a dream, but it got me thinking."

"About what?" you ask, sitting up and looking down at him.

"About our 'official' wedding." He sits up and turns to face you, sitting criss cross and dropping his gaze to pick at a thumbnail as he continues. "I just … the thought of saying vows in front of a bunch of people kind of freaks me out."

You nod your head, not at all surprised since he has a tendency to suffer from social anxiety in certain situations. Playing football in front of 70,000 plus people with millions more watching on TV? Piece of cake. Public speaking when all eyes are on him? Not a piece of cake.

You brush a hand through his curls and give him a smile. "You know I'm perfectly fine not having a big wedding."

"I know." He takes both of your hands in his. "But what do you think about a really small wedding? Like just our parents and us?"

"Keep talking," you urge, the excited look on his face telling you he's got much more to say.

"I'm thinking a destination wedding with just the six of us. We'll take a private jet somewhere a little exotic but still fairly close. Not Florida," he deadpans when you raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. "Maybe somewhere in the Caribbean," he continues. "I like the idea of doing a beach thing, but I don't wanna fly forever to get there."

"I agree," you soothe, giving him an encouraging smile as he forges ahead.

"We can spend a couple days doing touristy things with our folks -- a beach BBQ, sunset cruise, whatever -- then we'll have the wedding ceremony followed by a nice dinner. Afterwards, you and I will go somewhere more private for our 'official' honeymoon while our parents stay behind at the resort."

"You've given this a lot of thought, and it sounds amazing," you grin, loving how excited he seems. "Will we all fly home together?"

"No. Our parents will fly home after a week stay or whatever they decide on. Then you and I will fly home later. Just the two of us." His smile goes from excited to naughty, and you know exactly what he's thinking.

"Will we be joining the Mile High Club on our return flight?" you ask, giggling when he gives you a filthy wink.

"The mind-reading is getting out of hand at this point," he chuckles.

You laugh with him for a bit before responding. "I love everything about your plan, but we'll need to have a party with all of our family and friends when we get back."

"Absolutely," he agrees. "We'll throw a huge party here at the lakehouse sometime between OTAs and training camp. All of the updates -- new boathouse and dock, deck expansion, swimming pool, upgraded landscaping, new kitchen counters, new furniture -- will be finished by then."

"If we host everybody here, they're gonna need a place to stay. Can't have folks getting shitfaced and then trying to drive back to the city."

He shrugs. "I think we should rent out that boutique hotel on the bluff overlooking the lake. It has like 100 rooms, so plenty of space for everyone."

"Ohhhh," you nod, thinking back to the hotel he'd pointed out to you on your earlier cruise around the lake. "The place with that gorgeous tri-level deck?"

"Yeah," he grins. "We should def utilize that deck for something."

"Dinner and dancing," you murmur, immediately getting into the idea. "We can rent out the entire hotel for two nights -- dinner and dancing at the hotel the first night, then we'll host everyone at our place the next day. At the end of the festivities, everyone can crash at the hotel and sleep it off before driving back to the city."

"Sounds like a plan," he states, his huge smile and deep sigh conveying a sense of relief as well as happiness.

You lean forward and press a kiss on his lips. "I can tell you put a lot of thought into this, and I really appreciate it."

He blushes and gives a shrug. "You've mentioned wanting me to make more plans and decisions instead of leaving it all to you. There are a ton of decisions you'll need to make, but I'm glad to help."

"Help?" you chuckle. "You've laid out the entire game plan. All I have to do is flesh out the details which is my fav thing."

"So you're happy?" he asks, his eyes locking onto yours.

"I'm ecstatic." You stretch out on the bed and pull him down beside you, trailing your fingers up and down his bare chest. "We have so much to look forward to."

"We really do," he agrees, covering his mouth to conceal another burp. "But, unfortunately, one thing we don't have to look forward to right now is sex. I ate way too much, and my stomach is churning a little."

"Let me get you another antacid," you offer, hurrying to grab it then watching as he chews it before gulping down another glass of water. "Dinner tonight was pretty rich, and you're not used to that. You'll feel better in the morning."

You stretch back out beside him, several minutes passing before he breaks the silence.

"I never got to see the naughty lingerie you brought."

"I'll surprise you with it one night soon. We have the rest of our lives to enjoy stuff like that."

"We have so much to look forward to," he echoes your earlier words, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck as he pulls you against him.

"We really do," you agree, your mind racing with thoughts and ideas, a smile still gracing your lips as you eventually drop off to sleep.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine

[ciaonicole85]

Part 1: What then?

Some seemingly innocent, but truly mind-altering information is shared in a staff meeting.

Short fan fic. Low-key Sydcarmy/The Bear fluff. Post-season 2. Canon-compliant.

Location: The Bear Time: 10:05 a.m.

The restaurant had closed lunch service on a Tuesday for a "Development Day". The Bear had been open for 5 months and had a 2 month wait list! After Family and Friends when they had all banded together the Bear crew had gotten tighter than ever. Carmen had been a outsider in his own restaurant for a couple weeks, but soon the dust settled. Even Sydney came around after 3 weeks of his patient groveling. The duo was good and soon The Bear had become one of Chicago Tribune's "Best New Restaurants." However, with success The Bear was changing fast. They had hired more full-time front and kitchen staff, which was great. The downside was that "respectful communication" and "customer complaint management" was waning a little. Things were not terrible, but Richie for whom Ever set the bar in hospitality, The Bear should always be improving, not sliding backwards. Natalie, Carmen and Sydney agreed. They also wanted to discuss new menu changes and a to-go system they would be testing soon.

"Okay, people! Let's get started" Natalie said beckoning everyone to take a seat at the front of house.

Richie stood next her "casually dressed" in a button down blue dress shirt and dark grey slacks.

He began, "As you know The Bear is on track to paying off the loan and we're the freakin' toast of the town right now, but this is not the time to take a nap. We gotta keep our eyes on the prize. So first, up facial regulation as known as RBF awareness."

Natalie tapped his shoulder and whispered, "Richie, I love your enthusiasm, but I thought we might start with an ice breaker?"

He shrugged and continued, "But Nat, has a ice breaker. Take it away".

Natalie resumed.

"So, first we want to thank each of you for being part of this dream and making it fun, rewarding, and successful. As you know The Bear is a family business and since there's new faces here we'd like to get to know you better and vice versa. We'll start with a quick round of "Best and Worst". Just pick a question out of the cup and answer it. Please keep your answers to 2 minutes."

The first question went to Randall, a young man in his early 20's with dark curly hair and thick glasses that frequently fogged in the humid kitchen. He was the new assistant pastry chef.

"What was the best place I ever lived? Hm…Guam. My dad, Army, was stationed on the base and I lived there from age 9-11. I had like 12 friends just on my block and we were always playing soccer, swimming, or riding our bikes. It was awesome."

"Thanks Randall!" Natalie chirped.

The next went to Tina.

"Ok…what is worst advice I've ever been given? Keep your head down and do what you know. That's the advice I used to give myself. Thankfully I didn't listen because now I'm a sous chef!"

Sydney who was sitting near the front between Gary and Carmy, beamed at Tina who returned the smile with a little moisture in her eyes.

The next question went to Marcus.

"Best moment in the last year? It was training at Noma, in Copenhagen. It was my first international trip. I got to stay in a houseboat, explore the city, meet cool people, and figure out that I wanted to do this maybe forever."

The last several months had been really hard due to Marcus's mom's passing. He had returned to work after a week of mourning citing that he knew she wouldn't want him to sit at home now that she was no longer sick. Despite that he was getting better every day and had come up with several new popular dessert specials. Tina was seated next to him and patted his arm.

The next few questions went to new dishwasher, Chris, Fak, and then Gary.

Sydney drew the next question and winced upon reading it. It wouldn't be possible to lie because Marcus already knew the truth.

"What was my best meal ever? Well…it was this pork confit with onions and rhubarb. Then after I had this dish called Milk and Honey."

She kept her eyes plastered onto the tiny strip of paper while she spoke. In her peripheral field she could see Carm turning slightly towards her, his cornflower blue eyes boring two holes into the side of her head.

"Sounds grand. Ok, Carmy pick a question" Richie ordered wanting to get down to business by 10:30am.

Carmy didn't seem to hear him. He was on another planet.

"Yo cuz, pick a question!"

He startled and drew a question.

"Uh ok. Best part of my day? Hmmm. Closing up."

It was now Sydney's soul's turn to exit her body. Every night, with few exceptions, she and Carmy ended the night in his office to debrief on the day, perform last checks, and close together.

After a moment she felt his eyes still glancing at her. Without turning she whispered, "Later." The last thing she needed was to look at him, and forget how much time was passing, giving Richie yet another reason to tease them. Not long ago he gave them matching copies of a workplace relationship etiquette tip sheet stapled to an OSHA industrial hygiene handout before leaving them to close.

She sighed, trying to compose herself. It was no big deal. So what that Carm knew he was responsible for the best thing she ever ate? Also, they're partner-friends so it's totally normal that his favorite time of day when is they are together…alone. Right?

UH OH.

#the bear #sydcarmy #sydney x carmy #carmy the bear #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #carmy x sydney #carmy berzatto #syd adamu #fan fiction #it's a love story #brain rot #they are so cute #if they can just stare some more in season 3

[telomeke]

get to know me ask game

Thanks for tagging me @colourme-feral!

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

I started graying early (in my teens) so the hair dye is for when I want to change things up a bit. Braces are a rite of passage for so many, including me. I don't often smile, so people think I'm more serious than I actually am (also because of RBF). I'm satisfied with how I look because you've always got to love yourself first, and understand that nobody is perfect (so you shouldn't expect that of yourself either, whether in looks or any other department).

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

Can play piano but not well. I like art but don't indulge in it too much (except maybe writing). Grew up in a multilingual environment and that's made me love languages and linguistics. Trophies were mostly school stuff, nothing to write home about. I cook a lot, bake a bit less, but it's to get around food intolerances. Used to swim a lot. Writing is my first love. Origami and papercraft are fun. Prefer singing to piano (always have, and the background in music theory means I can appreciate some forms though I much prefer pop and R&B to classical). I used to travel a lot more, but do it less after the pandemic; traveling is less fun for me now and I prefer to voyage on the Internet instead.

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together// I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

Spouse and I have been together a long, long time. Old friends are to be treasured. Crush confessions are so awkward when they're not reciprocal. I give advice (comes naturally as the eldest child) but it's not always welcome and I've had to learn to hold back. My online friends are those I've met through Tumblr, mostly around a shared love for Bad Buddy.

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

Hasn't every child put a seashell to their ear? I did this so many times as a kid. Watched the sun rise at the seaside and in the mountains; most spectacular was at Gunung Bromo but marred by the sulfurous fumes biting the lungs. The quieter sounds of nature are generally calming so chirping counts. I love everything about the beach because we used to holiday there all the time in my childhood. Snow tastes of nothing; I remember sticking my tongue out to catch snowflakes in Iceland. A good thunderstorm is the perfect setting for a hot coffee, pastry and a good book by the window. There was always a bonfire at teen gatherings. I'm very visually-oriented and can't help noticing colors, but have learnt to focus the attention beam and not get distracted so sometimes I ignore them. Love everything about the sea and ocean, including their unknowns. Enjoy hikes and have done country/forest walks in different places but nothing too strenuous please, and I think the comfort meal after the walk is even better. What's not to love about autumn? The colors are gorgeous, lots of late summer fruit are amazing (mirabelle plums my favorite) and the whiff of smoke in the cooler evening air is so evocative of coziness.

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

Memories of falling asleep on long bus rides to faraway destinations. Quote I live by: no regrets (it's pointless to stress out about a past you can't change; just learn from it and move forward). Mexican cuisine is not my all-time favorite but I like anything with chilli, so there are always dishes to enjoy, especially if there's cheese and avocado. I learnt to drive on a stick shift so that's not an issue but hardly drive nowadays (don't own a car and don't need one). I believe in true love, because I've found mine. I sing in the shower (and in the kitchen, in the living-room, everywhere I can at home).

Tagging (and I'm not gonna stop at 10):

@crzshaly437 @dimplesandfierceeyes @dudeyuri @ranchthoughts @teaofdesaster @miscellar @dribs-and-drabbles @recentadultburnout @bengiyo @waitmyturtles @twig-tea @airenyah @lurkingshan @22grt23 @faillen @pandasmagorica @anotherlovr @orchdxtea @badinthelatin @rythyme @lurkingteapot @vegasandhishedgehog

Also anyone and everyone who reads this (forgive me if I didn't tag you personally, didn't mean to forget anyone). Do play along and remember to tag me so I can get to know you better too! But no pressure if you don't wish to play either. 💖

#the tag game

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Get to know me ask game

Thanks for the tag @colourme-feral @telomeke @wen-kexing-apologist and @waitmyturtles (and sorry it took so long for me to get round to it!)

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (previously, yes, not right now) // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile (my rbf is a worried scowl, so I have to remember not to frown and to smile instead) // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic (I dance) // I know more than one language (English & Swedish) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition (in gymnastics or dance when I was a kid) // I can cook or bake without a recipe (cook, not bake) // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks (not every break, but yes) // I can do a handstand (quite well actually)

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends (if they ask for it) // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell (probably at some point but a long time ago) // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days (normally, just not this summer since it's done nothing but rain) // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep (not all the time but it helps if I can't get to sleep - the trick is to queue 4/5 songs and let your mind focus on them, then when they finish and it goes silent you fall asleep) // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colours (moi?! 😂) // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend (without being a mum) // I live by a certain quote (focus on what you can control not on what you can't) // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities (this sounds very student-centric...which I am not...but does watching qls and writing about them on tumblr count?) // I enjoy Mexican food (but no guac for me - avocados make me sick) // I can drive a stick shift (we call it a 'manual' but yes I can, on both sides of the road) // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep (not all the time but I have done) // I sing in the shower (not loudly) // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

I presume most people have either done this or been tagged but I'll tag ten anyway just in case... @grapejuicegay @thegalwhorants @squeakygeeky @leconcombrerit @kattahj @benkaaoi @btwinlines @lurkingteapot @callipigio @vegasandhishedgehog

#get to know me ask game #that tag game

[moonlight26posts-blog]

In Baltimore City, MD: 10-month-old super sweet and affectionate, expert biscuit maker with suspected CH - BARCS, Baltimore MD

- Rescue Needed -

Starry Night- 10 months, unaltered f, 5lbs

Don't let her 'RBF' fool you- Starry Night is the absolute sweetest soul. She perks up immediately when you visit her and begins chirping and kneading biscuits. Starry Night loves pets and does not grow tired of them, instead she presses harder into your hand and purrs even louder, so don't even try to resist.

Upon examination, our vets noted that Starry Night was dehydrated, covered in fleas (which we treated for), and is severely ataxic with muscle wasting in the hind limbs, so we believe she likely has CH (cerebellar hypoplasia). She was given subcutaneous fluids, and is fortunately eating and drinking well. A full medical summary can be provided upon request.

Starry Night is currently on stray hold until close of business 11/17, and due to her medical, we would love to find rescue placement for her.

Please let us know if your organization can help!

Thank you,

The BARCS Rescue Team

Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS) ​New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225 [email protected]| [phone]

Rescue pick-up hours: Monday-Friday: 10:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m

Adoption hours: Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m. Baltimore Animal Rescue and Care Shelter, Inc. (BARCS) | 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225

#cat rescue baltimore maryland

[steal-this-album]

urgent how to stop saying yippee like the little german boy playing fortnite and drinking cola

#one of the most additions into my regular vocabulary by far #oh AND i'll shake my fists like an anime girl then immediately switch back to angsty goth girl rbf #it's so stupid it's funny i swear #polly chirps

[fruitcoops]

Hi! I love your writing! I live for every notification that you've posted something new.

I really like your fics where Coops are being fluffy and adorable, and the team finds them and are all adorable about it, like the Sirius cuddle one. I think that's my favorite.

Would you write Coops skating together before/after practice, and the team finding them and quietly going mushy watching?

I love those moments, too! This was an interesting (and difficult) fic for me to write, since I've never written Cole before, but I'm so looking forward to him in Vaincre. The song playing at the rink is 'American Gods' by ONR. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Cole frowned. Upon Katie Dumais’ request, he had listened to “Hoedown Throwdown” enough times in the past two weeks to know the rhythm in his sleep, and that third beat just wasn’t lining up. He paused his attempt at working through the mess of his stall and straightened up, removing one earbud—sure enough, different music drifted from outside the locker room.

Someone else was at the rink.

He scanned the locker room, but saw no gear other than his own; two voices burst into faint laughter. Not the janitor, then. “Hello?” he called cautiously. It wasn’t against the rules for him to be at practice early, but maybe it was frowned upon by the others. Oh god, what if he became known as ‘the early guy’? The last ‘early guy’ he knew had become a suckup Coach’s pet, and everyone hated him for it.

There was a clatter, then more of the voices. Cole took his earbuds out and crept into the hall, wincing with each squeak of his sneakers.

Dumo’s at home, so it’s not the kids…Cole bit his lip as he tiptoed around the corner to the rink. “Oh, shit!” someone yelped before dissolving into laughter. He spotted two duffel bags on the bench, still full of gear, before a blur of movement flashed past and he had to duck behind the wall again to stay out of sight.

“Did you just trip over yourself?” Remus shouted across the ice from the other end with a wide grin. Cole craned his neck in time to see the captain nod, red-faced. “The great Sirius Black, everyone. Bravo, sir!”

Sirius skated over and checked him lightly—neither of them were wearing their pads, just skates and regular clothes. It was an odd sight. Cole felt a little like his two worlds were colliding. Off the ice, Remus and Sirius were kind (if a bit intimidating), and close with the team in a way he desperately wished for himself. On the ice, Cap and Loops were a wicked one-two punch that he idolized. They were careful with their words, and closed-off whenever media was around.

But out there, in their street clothes with well-loved sticks and a scattered collection of pucks, they looked so very different than the people Cole thought he knew.

A new song came on and Remus started doing the Sprinkler; Sirius had to sit down for a moment to catch his breath from laughing so hard, only to be dragged back to his feet and pulled along as Remus skated backwards. “If I have to get up, you have to sing for me,” he said with a groan, though his fond smile was visible from twenty feet away.

“Tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,” Remus sang, then paused. “And something, something, something…oh, American gods.”

Sirius shook his head. “Hopeless. Isn’t this your playlist?”

“I only added it for the drumbeat!” Remus protested, spinning him in a slow circle. “What, do you want to change it?”

“No, I want to watch you try to remember the lyrics while I push you over.”

“Wh—” Remus cut off with a squawk when Sirius let go of his hand mind-twirl, nearly sending him to the ice. “Son of a bitch!”

“Yes?” Sirius bit his lip and made a dash for the other end of the rink as Remus raced after him; Cole would never understand how someone so compact could build up that much speed in mere seconds. They chased each other in loops and swirls around the fresh ice, their voices echoing off the empty bleachers that didn’t hold a single fan or camera.

Realization trickled in like summer rain and he rested his shoulder against the wall. If he didn’t know them, Cole would have thought they were just some random couple, instead of two of the most famous modern athletes. He wasn’t watching Cap and Loops warming up for practice—he was watching Sirius and Remus screwing around in their free time, on the equivalent of a date.

Remus tried to dip sideways—a move that had helped him evade countless opponents, though Cole could never figure out—but Sirius caught him around the waist at the last second and lifted him off the ice. “Dirty play!” Remus called, sticking two fingers in his mouth to whistle. “Ten minutes in the box.”

“Ten minutes?” Sirius laughed. “I don’t think there’s an official penalty for picking other players up.”

“You wounded me.”

“Wimp.”

“My emotional state is in tatters,” Remus insisted as he kicked his legs halfheartedly. “I’ll never recover from this.”

“Are you sure?” Sirius set him down and turned him around, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I feel short when you do that.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you are short.”

“Tremzy is short. I’m above the national average for men’s height by four full inches.”

“Shortie.” Sirius caught his hands and pulled, skating backward across the ice as the next chorus began. “Show my life in a mirror, through the opposite side—”

“Singing won’t get you out of this.”

“—and we kill for that moment, when we long to take flight—”

“How do you even know this song?”

“Because I actually remember lyrics when I listen to music,” he teased, turning them in a wobbly circle.

Remus leaned back, using his momentum to slide closer until they bumped chests. “Poet.”

Cole forgot that they were people, sometimes. Just people, enjoying some well-deserved time out of the spotlight.

“Cute, aren’t they?”

Cole jolted and clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle his yelp of surprise.

James shot him an amused look. “They do this before every afternoon practice.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“It’s so…normal.” He knew his bafflement shone through every word, but Pots seemed unbothered. Ahead of them, Sirius was lip-syncing to an old Paramore song as Remus tried to skate around him to get to the goal.

Pots raised an eyebrow. “What were you expecting?”

Cole made a vague gesture. “I dunno, actual practice? Running drills? The captain face?”

“The what?” James laughed quietly.

“The captain face.” He felt heat rise to his cheeks. “The one where it looks like you’re about to get reamed out by Cap at any given moment. It’s terrifying.”

“Reyes, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that’s just his resting face.” Pots clapped him on the shoulder. “He’s the definition of RBF.”

Cole blinked at him. “This whole time, I thought he was gonna kill me if I slipped up.”

“Yup.”

“I’ve been afraid of him for two months and that’s just his face?”

“You get used to it.” He turned Cole back toward the ice, where Sirius’ smile was brighter than every fluorescent light in the building. “But he only looks like that around Loops.”

They stumbled a little going through an awkward attempt at a waltz, but they recovered at the last second, and Remus pulled him in for a light kiss. Cole felt his blush creep to his ears. “Should we go?”

Pots shrugged one shoulder. “They won’t notice either way.”

“This isn’t…creepy? They’re basically on a date.”

“They’re at the rink, remember?” A gleam entered his eye behind his glasses. “That means we get to chirp them for PDA in the workplace.”

Cole paused for a second and looked back, where Remus was playing keepaway with Sirius’ beanie. They darted around each other, practically flying over the ice—their footwork looked as natural as if they were born doing it. “It must be hard for them.”

“What?”

“Finding time to do this.” He glanced at James. “Everyone is expecting them to be one way all the time. I expected them to be one way all the time.”

James’ face softened and he draped an arm over Cole’s shoulders, leading him back down the hallway. “That’s what we’re here for. The best thing about this team isn’t our cohesion on the ice, or the Cup we won, or any of that. It’s that we’re friends, on and off the ice. As long as you remember that, you’ll never have to fit yourself in one specific box.”

Cole blinked at him. In two months of mentorship, he had never thought of James Potter as wise. “I swear you’re the same person that put shaving cream in everyone’s skates and blamed Harzy for it.”

James barked a laugh and ruffled his hair. “No boxes, Reyes. No boxes.”

#cole reyes #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #coops #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #skating #rookie

[pzos-amiserableidiot]

Strider lore :D!!!

Hello hi yes I love striders. So uh for my story I decided that striders getting killed and treated like farm animals was bull.

I think that because striders have such strong family instincts, the fact that any baby strider sticks to an adult ones side, zombie piglins (and only zombie piglins, the ones that are shunned from other piglins), and baby striders that spawn on top of adult striders growing up and never leaving are all proof. So as hybrids grow more common, I’d imagine that concern for the safety of these hybrids, their family, grew and the striders decided that peace needed to be established. (Because strider hair string is great for the nether-it has great fire resistance, spider string doesn’t-and hybrids could be targeted like them for it)

So the oldest and strongest striders gathered and had a meeting with the piglin leaders closest to the nether portals. The agreement was that piglins would get their strider hair by cutting it off instead of killing them, in return the quality of the string would greatly increase and would have fire and lava immunity until that strider died.

Once that was instituted the next problem to tackle was creating a safe space for them. A kingdom was built, strider hybrids helped as they usually had hands, floating in the lava, stretching far into the lake; (pressure plates are rarely seen or used, mostly buttons) where elders, baby striders, and hybrids (until they’re old enough to decide to leave, which is rare) are protected.

Because of this, hair becomes very important. By dads (1st gen to grow up with agreement) and my time (2nd gen) dye would become a very special and important import from the overworld, for both piglins and striders. Both sides greatly increased in culture once they weren’t constantly fighting (the clans closest to the nether portals held spars and mock battles instead of wars)

Striders learned to care for their hair, dyed them for special occasions, and looked forward to getting it cut as it meant it was a new season and represented a new them. Strider hybrids, or close friends/family with hands, braided and styled striders hair as a bonding experience. A strider or strider hybrid letting you touch their hair outside of cutting/shearing day is a huge sign of trust and means you’re family. There were also warped fungus farms but it was still seen as tradition to have special meals made from warped fungus’s that were gathered by their strongest. It was always great fun and entertaining. The piglins would be asked to be obstacles and challenges during championships and each side always enjoyed it.

Another huge sign of trust is sharing food, for hybrids it tends to be a specific food. Striders were very protective of the little food they got, rarely having a safe chance to go and grab warped fungus. The youngest always got the most. They usually hold their appetites for a week before eating again. However, they can eat a feast (32-64 warped fungus) and not eat for 6 months before beginning to starve.

Baby striders that were riding adults would join in on pack songs by both chirping along and stomping on the adult striders head (this is a way to train the babies legs for the lava and fighting)

After the agreement striders and piglins slowly began to have more songs, events, and companionship with each other.

While children are rarely left alone, as nearly all mobs valued children, if one is found alone a strider will take care of them until a parent or guardian returns. If the strider deems the parent or guardian unfit or the parent or guardian doesn’t return, the striders will take care of that child as their own.

The day when striders get their hair cut and give it to the piglins is called shearing/cutting day. The days or even month before is shearing season where everyone starts doubling down on taking care of their hair, going all out with treatments and special shampoos, just making sure it’s healthy and near perfect for cutting day.

Dark spots on feet and where gray spots are are almost exactly like birthmarks. Stories of the darker the color the more horrific the death, where it is means that’s where you died in a past life, if you have a light shiny spot that means someone has a crush on you, if it’s on your inner leg you’re a new soul, outer leg = older, etc.

-striders are loyal

-Mobs live for a very long time. Endermen are living to centuries old, the oldest piglins are in their 800-900’s, striders have yet to live long enough to die of old age (the oldest is 500), creepers have also yet to live to old age (they always tend to blow up in their 40-50’s), etc. So hybrids only living to be 100-200 (without deals with deities and such) makes us all children.

-Striders have really bad RBF

@hydrangeasheart inviting me to ramble was a mistake /j

#strider #strider minecraft #Minecraft strider #mineblr

[sanghyukstattoos]

Round one

Characters: Kang Chani x Reader 

Genre: Fluff, Smut (unprotected sex, blowjob, masturbation, feeling attracted looking at an innocent- looking Chani in the morning (innocence kink?))

Words: 1259

Summary: The sun shining through the curtains may not leave much light in the room but it’s enough for you to make out the outline of Chani sleeping next to you, his graceful features stunning you, not helping your arousal in the slightest.

A/N: Tbh, I feel like a 'cold front' is quite subjective because if you look at someone with a rbf (that a lot of people tend to have) you would assume that they have a 'cold front' instantly but getting to know them would assure you that they have warm personalities, a direct contrast to the 'cold front' and that's Chani to me. Plus, I agree with you, he looks like a really handsome man with a lot of secrets 😂😂 but then he smiles and I'm like, "oh~~ an open book". Yes 😂😂 he can get it and a corruption kink huh??

I love writing for this fandom and contributing to the fics and it makes me happy knowing that there are people out there who read and support all of fantasy’s writers! Thank you for this request, I wholeheartedly agree with you on the fact that Chani isn’t innocent and don’t forget to request more and tell me how you feel about this fic!!

His beauty-

A little while ago, you had woken up, the sound of the birds chirping and the sun glaring through the curtains alerting you to the warm, rising sun of the afternoon. You stretched your limbs, the ache in your back disappearing as your hand accidently hit the headboard. Quickly retracting your hand, you looked over to Chani who was still asleep adorning tousled hair, rosy pink cheeks as soft breaths fell from the even rises and falls of his chest. The lightness in his breaths gave his form a sense of peacefulness and you smiled at the sight, the light reflecting off his skin illuminating the clearness you were so used to seeing.

Having thrown off the covers somewhere during the night, his hoodie had ridden up exposing his toned stomach while his boxers hung low on his hips, having shifted while he turned in his sleep. You squeezed your legs together at the thought, looking back up at his face but you were tempted and so your fingers lightly traced his lower stomach, barely stopping at the boxers. Cautious, you couldn't decide whether you wanted to wake him up or not, having gotten verbal confirmation from him for waking him up for sex or having sex with him while he was asleep.

For both, you had to pull his boxers down anyways and so you did, peeking at him while you pulled them down, his cock bouncing and hitting his thigh now that it was exposed to the air of the room. Taking them off you stilled when he dug the heels of his feet along the bed sheets but a couple of seconds later he still hadn’t moved and so you climbed in between his legs, grabbing his cock in between your hands and stroking him gently. You were careful not to touch his legs and enveloping his cock with your mouth, the warmth hugged his length. Bobbing your head, you started from the tip and went down on him, using your other hand to stroke the rest that you weren't able to fit into your mouth. 

The pleasure he felt between his legs made him think that it was a dream but the hands pushing his thighs apart and holding down his hips told him otherwise. Incredibly tired, he felt unable to open his eyes which went completely against the desire to confront your assault on his cock. As heat rushed to his core, his cock springed to life, becoming fully erect and releasing precum into your mouth which you used to lube his cock. Pulling away from him, a string of saliva connected his cock and your lips as you glanced at him through your eyelashes. His eyebrows were furrowed and eyes squeezed shut as red dust coated his cheeks while a sheet of sweat covered his forehead, running into his hair. 

Hands fisted into the sheets, small whimpers fell from his lips, unable to trace the source of his pleasure and you continued swiping your tongue across his tip, occasionally pressing flat against the bulging vein that ran across his cock. Innocence was what he wore on his face but you knew that he was anything but, because if you were to push him down and ride him as he slept, he wouldn’t mind filling you with his cum, going for round two merely seconds later. Shedding your oversized t-shirt, you leant over opening the drawer and taking out a lube, squeezed the gel onto the tip of your fingers.

Falling forward on your hand as your other one penetrated your entrance, the squelching of your two fingers grew apparent in the room causing you to bite your lip as you held back your moans, the juices heavily coating your fingers that quickly slipped in and out of your cavern. Feeling yourself properly lubed, you slipped your fingers out and climbed on top of him, legs on either side of his waist, aligning his cock with your entrance and slipping him inside your hole. Gulping, you shifted his hoodie higher up his torso, taking in the absolutely glorious sight of his exposed, toned chest

Whimpers fell from your lips and he shifted, bending his legs at the knees and asking, "Baby, what's going on?" slurring his words. Aroused, he moaned as he saw his cock disappear into your hole, the juices coating him while your cheeks were red and flushed, hands fisting the sheets above his shoulders. You had paused at his words, staring into his eyes hoping he would understand and move inside of you. His cock twitched seeing you fuck yourself on his cock which filled your hole and sinking down caused your breasts to bounce due to the movement.

Realising what you wanted, he reached out, grasping your breast in one hand while the other guided your waist in circles, drawing out a heavy breath from the two of you. Leaning down, he swiped your nipple with his tongue briefly before laying back on the bed, jerking his hips into yours causing the tip of his cock to touch your womb, making your cry out at the sudden pleasure. You picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock now as his fingers twirled your nub, the pain arousing you while the other kneaded the flesh of your ass, using it to push you further down on him.

You leant down completely, your nipples now rubbing against his chest as his cock entered you from a new angle, hitting you even deeper each time he thrusted into your pussy. He held the back of your head, hiding you in the crook of his neck and pecking your temple while he thrusted his hips upwards releasing cries from you due to his brutal pace. Shifting your position so that you were now above him, he rested on his elbows while he ploughed his cock into your pussy saying, "spread your legs baby, more". Holding the back of your thighs, you spread your legs, allowing him to slip in and out of you with ease and at a quicker pace.

Biting your lip, your breasts bounced with the movement and he connected your lips, the warmth of his mouth meeting with yours, your tongues swirling around one another. Heavy breaths and moans filled the room as you moaned against his mouth which left to nip and lick the canvas of your neck. Throwing your head back into the pillow, you allowed him more access, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten as he sucked into your skin which grew pink, slowly turning into a darker shade. Clenching around his cock, you released your juices coating his member that was still thrusting into you. Continuing his pace, he stroked your hair comforting you when he heard you cry out at the overstimulation. Grasping his biceps, he came in to you, letting out a moan as his cum painted your walls and filled your hole, slowing down.

You whimpered and he winced as he slipped out of you, the juices flowing out of your entrance and covering your inner thighs. He laid next you, pulling you into his embrace, wrapping his arms around you and bringing your leg over his waist. You snuggled into him and rubbed his back causing a smile to light up his face. ‘’Let’s go’’ he whispered and you raised your eyebrows asking, ‘’Where to?’’. Getting up, he grabbed your hand in his pulling you to the bathroom as realisation dawned on you, rushing past him into the bathroom. Seeing you speedily walk past him made him wonder what you were up to but softened even more upon seeing you sat down and waiting for him to enter as the water became warm. 

#sf9 #sf9 au #sf9 imagines #sf9 scenarios #sf9 chani #sf9 chani smut #kang chani #kang chanhee #Chani #chani x reader #sf9 smut #sf9 fluff #sf9 x reader #sf9 writings

[restingbuchface]

he looks so little

#rbf chirp #st louis blues #jordan binnington

[jae-canikeepyou]

| cloud nine | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: alternate universe

a/n: agh i really like this request because i’ve seen an edit of him in a pilot’s uniform :< tbh i re-wrote this three times before i was satisfied with it. hope it meets your imagination 💕~j.

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captain jung jaehyun.

once everyone heard that name or saw it on their monthly roasters, whispers of yeses and scoffs of disappointments were normal in the department. some were contented with only being in the same paper as him. and then there were some who were very lucky enough to trail behind him when they made their way to the aircraft.

one time when jaehyun was running late, his existence alone acted as if the entire airport was his own model runway. a little speed walk or even fixing the folds of his sleeve cuffs sent crowds upon crowds trampling over each other about that rumoured hot pilot; taking pictures of him like he was a famous celebrity. people’s comments have spread and hit the articles as well, more frequent and mentioned in any social platform online and it was titled several times.

‘this captain has the visuals to be a celebrity.’

‘captain is a living character out of a manhwa?’

‘a pilot caused a storm at the arrival hall of xxx airport due to his good looks.’

‘mr. viral pilot’s even has a handsome rbf.’

jaehyun gave a forced smile that melted the eyes of his ‘assumed’ fanbase. not again, he thought. it was just a normal gesture to greet them, yet they saw it differently. other than a pool of sakuras and pink hearts, his smile was equivalent to ‘i love you’.

“attaboy jung!” his co-pilot lee seokmin, caught up to him at the departure hall. “do a finger heart next time!”

“don’t reveal my name.” he gestured him to keep quiet. “finger hearts are for idols.”

“i will reveal it because you’re basically a celebrity pilot now. don’t be so stiff, jung” his sunshine smile also caused an uproar after shooting the ladies with many hearts. “it’s simple. just put your thumb and pointer like an x- wait what do you mean for idols? can’t you see how famous you are after that viral picture floating around the country? if you’re not convinced, the world? jaehyun, even the legendary IU agreed you’re attractive-”

seokmin’s words were stopped by jaehyun’s documents in front of his purses lips. he put the blocking papers down with his fingers and still continued with sending finger hearts. “fine. you can reveal my name but not my fanboying side please. and dude i’m having second hand embarrassment right now because of you.” jaehyun gritted his teeth.

“you gotta get used to it.” seokmin said, now doing a heart with his arms.

the crew went through security screening and soon reached the bottom of the flight of stairs connecting to the plane. it was the norm, or maybe not, that the whole crew took a picture before the flight.

jaehyun stood at the middle with seokmin when he noticed a familiar face by his side. based on her side profile, he was sure this was definitely her.

he observed her ever elegant posture; natural make up that wasn’t too heavy, something he always liked. the way her eyelashes flutter due to the wind’s breeze and gosh her gorgeous and gentle smile-

“you’re staring, captain.” you cleared your throat, snapping him out of the trance. a small grin curving by your lips at his aloof response.

“my apologies if i have been rude..” he bent down to whisper, eyes lowering down to see your name slightly on the document paper you were holding. heh, i was right.. “..y/n.”

“if there’s anyone who’s rude..” you trailed off, turning to him face to face now. “..wouldn’t that be you, mr. celebrity?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, referring to the recent articles about the handsome pilot visual. you then twirled still with a small smile as you headed up the flight of stairs.

seokmin nudged the tall male, lips agape at his interaction with you. “wow you just talked with the y/n!” his voice sounding softer than usual. “she’s just new to the airline and everyone has a crush on her. i think i’m falling for her too.”

“you fall for every girl you encounter with, lee.”

as they walked up as well, jaehyun’s eyebrows arched at the compliment seokmin gave you. they took a quick glance at you, now talking with the rest of attendants. it didn’t take long for them to realize that other men were awe-struck by your beauty, just like he did. even the senior attendants seem very smitten whenever you would bring out the enthusiasm from others for the flight. entering the cockpit, the two pilots sat at their seats in preparation for take-off.

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ten hours into the flight, you double checked the passengers, wherein you gave assistance, especially those with children.

at the corners of your eyes, you spotted a couple with three kids. and based on other passengers who seemed to not get any sleep or have broad understanding, were bothered with the continuous cries. the parents seemed new and they were ultimately blessed with triplets. two were already a handful for them and the other baby was left slight unattended, so you politely asked to step in to help.

you could feel that mobile phones were directly pointed at you, filming the moment as they planned to maybe make the gesture viral. you pat the baby’s back and managed to make her sleep.

since shifting airlines just four months ago, you were aware of the attention you’ve been getting from other staffs, passengers and even locals. as much as you didn’t want the spotlight onto you, your occupation somehow paved the way.

the parents thanked your service and as you bowed, the chief flight attendant called you to rest. you finally sat at the post where you were assigned at. out of heavy exhaustion, you massaged your neck to sooth the pain away. deciding to freshen up a bit, you used the service cart to block aisle and went to the lavatory before heading to the plane’s upper rest compartment.

the way you twirled around got stuck in jaehyun’s mind. he couldn’t seem to take you out of it. he would close his eyes for awhile and your smile would appear. it got him feeling so giddy to the point he felt his ears heat up.

“is she marked in your heart?” seokmin placed his legs up as the plane was on auto-pilot.

“no not really.” jaehyun said, removing the headphones.

seokmin noticed the fidgety movements jaehyun had been acting since the take-off. it was as if he was itching to leave. “jae, you’ll get your turn to rest, just let me finish my food.” he munched on his sandwich before gesturing his friend to leave.

now that he finally would get his rest, he exited the cockpit with a hammering heart. he wasn’t the type to reveal himself during the flight, but urgently needed to go for a break. other crew reminded him that he should sleep too, given the prominent dark circles around his eyes. as he waited for his turn to use the lavatory, the door slid open revealing you, whom maybe he, or might have growing heart eyes toward you.

your hands held the door as the grip on it tightened at the sight of the captain. you looked to where his hands were and he held the door’s outside handle. his dimples deepened the more he flattened his lips, and he too seemed shocked at your appearance.

even after hours into the flight, he thought you still looked the same like you did at the photo taking. “hi.” he chuckled, obviously feeling a mix of awkwardness and embarrassment in meeting you.

“hello. may i pass through?” you asked, almost taking jaehyun aback at your straight-forward question. the rest of the crew witnessing interaction made them giggle.

“oh, i’m sorry.” he turned his body 90 degree and you shyly nodded for the gesture.

idiot, jaehyun. you’re an idiot. he told himself.

jaehyun went back to the cockpit and retrieved his coat and he soon got down the steep ladder steps, where he spotted you reading a book you were so immersed in. the sleepiness in his eyes were long gone and this time he wanted to have a proper conversation with you. unlike in the previous two short ones where you seemed to brush him off.

you noticed his presence and closed the book, giving them the attention he sought for earlier. he stood opposite to you, leaning against the ladder. “do you have something to tell me?” you asked, placing the book in your bag. “i’m a pretty good listener.”

a smile from you had jaehyun head in the clouds. “oh, well captain lee said you’re new here.” he fixed to loosen his tie and unbuttoned the first bud. “so how long have you been in the airline?”

“i transferred four months ago.” you replied, putting a strand back with a bobby pin.

“i see. no wonder. i was probably busy at the time. lots of schedules and flights here and there. our paths never seemed to cross if you’ve been here that long.” he crossed his arms.

he was hesitant to ask because it would make him look full of himself. screw it anyway. “you’re not one of those who moved airlines just to see me, right?”

his question made you silent. “ i just thought maybe this airline is more suitable for me.” you lied. in fact you moved because you weren’t convinced enough from your co-workers, that this ‘jaehyun’, apparently your ex, could swoon the ladies.

oh heavens, it has been five years. and this man certainly did swoon you and definitely sent your chest aching again, in a good way.

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the city the airline was designated at filled with bustling people and chirping of the birds. the sun shone as its rays peeked through the little gaps between leaves. traditional music played publicly at the common and main street, some tourists lined up for the city’s landmark. it really seemed like a perfect picture.

you sat down at an outdoor café, legs crossed and memorised the scenery in front. glad that you were blessed with photographic memory and began a quick sketch on the blank paper. as much as you didn’t want to touch your new pocket-sized watercolor painting set, you had to dab the first droplet of water on the tabs.

the faint ash lines soon faded completely at the droplets and as you began to paint the first layer, the paper met a shadow figure that blocked the sun. you looked up to see jung jaehyun; with two coffees in hand, a sunshine smile, perfect dimples and in casual clothes. you didn’t want to make him wait long and invited him to sit with you.

“great day today huh?” he asked, leaning closer to look at what you were doing then shifting his eyes towards you. “it’s.. pretty.”

“thanks, but it’s only the first layer. you’ll see the details after i’m done with the fountain.” you brought up your sketchbook to let him see.

“have you been to the city before?” taking a sip from his cup. you shook your in response, still concentrated on the painting. “c’mon, i’ll tour you around.”

he grabbed your hand and you had no choice but to follow. street stalls filled with souvenirs and its people encouraged their ranges, and jaehyun spotted something that might suit you. it was a necklace. he gestured the man so he could pay for it. taking glances of you and stall, the man waved at him. “sir, this comes in pairs.”

“hm?” his eyes looked at the item. “oh then i’ll get a pair.” he gave the cash and as the man took it, he grinned at jaehyun for his hearty eyes; already catching the purpose of the quick decision.

“it is for the lady, am i right?” he asked.

jaehyun scratched his neck, mentally cursing to himself for being too obvious and transparent. “oh. she’s just- uh, we used to date.” jaehyun chuckled, taking the resin designed necklace in his hands.

“you both look good together.” the man winked like he was about to give the pilot a piece of advice. “she must be that special to be making you feel things.”

“well she still makes me feel i’m in the clouds.” jaehyun looked at you choose an souvenir with furrowed brows. “it’s kinda sad that we didn’t make it like most couples.”

the man’s loud laugh startled jaehyun. “you’re in the city of love. anything can change and anything is possible.”

jaehyun smiled at his remark and left with a contented, little hopeful heart. he went up to you who was still indecisive with the souvenir.

you felt his presence on your right. rising up to see what he was up to, you were shocked at the item he had dangling in his fingers. this certain gesture reminded of your first date; he waved a keychain he won through a carnival stall. you stared into his eyes like you saw the universe in them; the beauty continuously expanding, the stars shining and sparkling when it boasted its twinkles.

the smile on your face faded, but it was quite obvious to jaehyun. he brought down the item and bit his inner gums. “i got this for you.” he chuckled softly, eyes averting from you with reddened ears.

this was strange, awkward, how you both used to be a thing in the past and now meeting each other through work. it just didn’t seem right, to you at least.

“what happened to us?” your sudden question caused jaehyun bent even lower towards your face, sending you to step backwards at his action.

jaehyun knew what you referred to. in fact he asked himself the same question every day since losing contact with you after high school. a small grin curving by his lips disappeared, then mirroring the same expression as you did. “we were both young, carefree. we didn’t know what to prioritise and used each other to make people think differently of us.” he trailed. “we were pretty immature. we just stopped talking after our graduation and distance widened before we had the time to talk it out.” he cracked up slightly, beginning to walk slowly to continue touring you around.

you kinda bursted out in giggles, agreeing to every reason he had just said. the way you saw how much he changed physically and mentally, something in him seemed to draw you closer to him; like you wanted to go back to square one. because all you feel towards him at this very moment was the same as back then.

“couldn’t agree more. we were like those try hard couple goal wannabes that we annoy the heck out of our friends.” you put your hair strands behind your ear. “anyway, i feel the same-” you paused, realizing what you just said.

“uh-huh.” he now looked at you from the map.

“i shouldn’t have said-” you laughed and feeling panicky. the heat creeping from your forehead downwards.

“you mean ‘feel the same like before’ or ‘feel the same as me’?” he asked with a challenging grin. such a tease.

you rolled your eyes at his childish behaviour, not wanting to be caught in his web. “what do you mean by ‘feel the same as me’, hm?” your voice almost breaking to a laugh.

jaehyun inhaled and exhaled sharply because he did not know what else to say. his fingers waving everywhere to look for answers, but to no success, he could only smile awkwardly. you both stared at each other for a while before he spotted some people who recognised him from afar. he grabbed you and went for a run, pulling you with him and led you away from the main circle of the city.

how you wished you wore proper footwear. running with ballet flats on uneven ground brought more discomfort than it did with jaehyun’s company. but as you watched the way how his hair slowed with the wind and his smiling side profile turning towards you, all memories from back then came flooding in like waves. though you didn’t want them to, there wasn’t anything you could do because you knew that somewhere inside the deepest parts in your heart, there was still room for a second chance with him; there was still space for him to fill that missing gap that was left empty before.

now your body was pulled aside at one street, just by the edge of an outdoor neighbourhood home. jaehyun gestured you to keep quiet and he turned slightly to check on them. as you both hid, it was something similar when flynn rider and rapunzel hid from the patrolling royal guards. “remember how we were just like this when we hid from our homeroom teachers?” he asked, crossing his arms in reminisce and a grin from ear to ear.

“of course, it was your idea and we had to mop the whole gymnasium as punishment.” you tiptoed to take a peek behind him. “it’s clear now, let’s go-”

“let me do this for a while.” jaehyun pulled you to him for a hug. “i kind-”

“kinda missed this?” you finished his sentence.

his chuckle tickled your ears as his palms tightened around you. “you took the words right out of my mouth.”

“i know you too well, jae.” you pinched his cheek and he let go of you.

“too well that you figured i’m starting to fall for you again?” he licked his dry lips as he waited for you answer.

you exhaled a breathy air from your nostrils, turning around to walk around the city and giggled internally for leaving him unanswered.

jaehyun scoffed with reddened ears. “should i take that as a yes?”

“whatever you wanna think of, jae.”

he recalled what the salesman said. maybe something will change in this city of love and your words just now created a ray of hope in the sky. this inexplainable anticipation he felt in his chest got him realizing that, yeah, he actually, still is in love with you.

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you bowed to the last batch passengers exiting the plane with jaehyun and seokmin on your side, along with other crew. finally on the way to arrival hall, all you wanted was to feel the soft sheets of your bed. grabbing your luggage, you slowed down your pace knowing that jaehyun was behind.

jaehyun’s hand laid on your shoulders, catching his breath slightly. “i’ll meet you at the carpark.” he bent down to a whisper.

“and what makes you think i’ll agree with your request?” you hummed, legs dragging your exhausted self to the walkalator.

“i’m gonna make my signature marinated spicy fried pork. i know you miss that.” he winked.

“mhm.” you singsonged, “more than i miss you.”

he groaned like a child and you could tell he purposely whined in a persuasive tone. “join me for dinner at least.” he nudged that you were lightly shoved to side, creating imbalance on your feet.

“fine i will.” you rolled your eyes as he cheered in soft ‘yeses’. “in one condition though.”

jaehyun lifted a brow at your habit and he should’ve seen it coming. “what is it?”

“live cooking. i’ll sit by your breakfast table, observing how you cut and hold the onions wrongly. i don’t want you to make me wait elsewhere of your apartment.”

“i didn’t invite you just so i could be bickered by you.” he held your head, sending vibrations for a second before you poked his armpits. “ow! okay you’ll get the live cooking in one condition, alright?”

you continued to walk towards the arrival hall, already noticing banners of jaehyun’s name and long lenses of cameras pointed at your direction. “that’s my word, but fine. what’s your condition, captain?”

a large hand find its way to interlock yours, then bringing it up to be visible to the public. “a pilot and a flight attendant dating.” his wink caused you to fluster in all sorts and now you were aware of the cameras. “it’d be a good topic, wouldn’t it?”

his lips seemed to inch closer towards you but it wasn’t a kiss since he refrained himself from doing so. your heart stopped for a moment before a certain camera flash blinked in front of the both of you, later hearing a voice of the photographer asking his mates to name the newsletter;

“captain jung is on cloud nine with y/f/n.”

#nct 127 #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #nct #nct jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun fanfics #jaehyun au #jaehyun oneshot

[borkingbarnes]

get to know me tag!

rules: bold everything that applies to you and tag people you’d like to get to know better.

Heart eyes for u always, my soul sista @buckyland, thank you for the tag! 

appearance

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings// i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don’t often smile (my rbf- oof) // i am pleased with how i look (other than lowkey wanting a nose job lmao) // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backward

hobbies & talents

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition// i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to t.v shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks (welp not anymore bc rona :[ ) // i can do a handstand

relationships

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

aesthetic

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise//i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

misc.

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mum friend // i live by a certain quote - “fuck shit up” // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game (I WOULD LIKE A SWORD) // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least one dog // i have a cat

tagging a few pretty cool peeps: @rogrsnbarnes @fightmewiatch @cap-n-stuff @stardustandbucky @buckthegrump @mischiefmoosebarnes + any cuties that wanna have a go! 

#tag game! #about moi #ah yes the sweet sweet smell of procrastination

[seattlekrakin]

i was tagged by @roopehintz & @goaliehugs thank you 🥰🥰

rules of this one: bold everything that applies to you!!

appearance:

i’m over 5′5″ // i wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don’t often smile (i’m the queen of rbf) // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

hobbies & talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with my friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

relationship:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year (not currently but at one point?) // i have a crush // i have a best friend that i’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have had a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met with someone i have met online

aesthetic:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me down // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

misc:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i (sometimes) make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs // i have a cat

i’m tagging @burkysky @farfrombucky @ijustlovehockey @miroheyskanen if y’all wanna do it lol

#tagged #about me

[daisymayjohnson]

ABOUT ME TAG GAME

(Thanks @aleksandrachaev <3333 )

Okay so

APPEARANCE:

i am over 5’5  // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing over tight clothing // i have one or more piercings  // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair  // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don’t often smile (my friends always say that my mood shows through my actions not my expressions. I have lowkey rbf tho) // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball caps backwards

HOBBIES:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe (without a recipe because I’m chaotic!! @aleksandrachaev ) // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own  // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with my friends  // i travel during school or work breaks  // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS:

i am in a relationship (not anymore woot) // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together (they’ve threatened to divorce a lot but atm they are together) // i have hooked up with my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have had a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend ( <3 <3 <3) // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETICS

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell  // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach  // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep  // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching  // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors  // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANIOUS

i can fall asleep in moving vehicles  // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote(s) // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities  // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love  // i make up scenarios to fall asleep  // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least 3 dogs 

FANFICTION

My favorite trope is de-aged main characters // I prefer to write angst // I prefer to read fluff // I am a writer // I use AO3 // I use ff.net // I have a million bookmarks on AO3 // I have barely any bookmarks on AO3 // I have an AO3 account // I have a ff.net account // I have a Wattpad account // I prefer reading platonic over romantic ships // I like the found family trope // My otp is a rarepair // I have multiple otps // I have OCs // my OCs have met fictional characters from real fiction in either a fic or art // My OC is someone I want to be like // My OC closely mirrors who I am right now

I tag @maos2013 @almostlikequake @melinduhhmay @melindacoulson4 @aleksandrachaev (bc I added another section sfsfs) @immhungry @zeeboomblebee @xnataliaromanovax

[srnddle]

quarantine boredom tag game :o

thanks for the tag @peachie-girlie !! i hope i’m doing this right do you just bold stuff ??? heh

Appearance :

i am over 5’5 // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair  // i prefer loose clothing over tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don’t often smile (lmao rbf club wya) // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball caps backwards

Hobbies & interests :

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic (v subjective) // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year (if manga counts sksksksk) // i enjoy spending time with my friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

Relationships :

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have hooked up with my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have had a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

Aesthetics :

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars// i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

Miscellaneous :

i can fall asleep in moving vehicles // i am the mum friend // i live by certain quote(s) // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least 3 dogs

tagging: anyone who wants to do this aka literally the 5 people that follow me haahsdkjasdjh

#quarantine boredom tag game #one of my followers is a cheese bot i dont even-