#so i am like f--k this i am gonna get on the computer n listen to harsh music bc i am so bored

[peachykindalovesyou]

Cam-girlfriend

Leviathan x F! Camgirl! reader

Warnings:: Online masturbation, smut, dirty talk, dom Levi?, ooc Levi

Word count:: 1.6+k

Authors note:: I got this idea randomly while staring at my ceiling one night, so here it is, in all its glory.

     (Your point of view)

     I was getting ready for my usual night, I got all of my toys ready, my makeup was done, my hair was done, and I had my cosplay lingerie on. I turned on my computer, signing in and clicking on the site that I practically work on. I earned my money from there, but its a really good way to make money. I earned five thousand grimm each month for the amount of views I get!!

     Luckily, I am fairly popular on that site. I posted an update, saying that I would be going live in thirty minutes. I grabbed my bottle of strawberry flavored lube, it had a pink-red color to it, placing it on the bed along with the toys.

     Twenty minutes had already past, and most of my followers were already online. I got up from my bed, peaking down the hall in both directions and listening closely, making sure that everyone else was asleep already. I was almost certain that all of them were asleep, which they probably were.

     I’m just glad they never caught me, or even knew I stayed up until these hours. I closed my door quietly and walked back to my bed, starting up the live stream. My followers started pouring in as soon as I started it, I giggled to myself.

     “Hey babes~” I waved to the camera, leaning in to read the comments that were being written and posted. I sat there answering questions and waiting for some more users to join.

     After they had all joined, I finally started the real show. I placed my computer on my bed in front of me, I spread my legs and started taking their requests. I rubbed myself through my lacy panties, biting my lip and suppressing a moan. I read one of their requests;

‘l3wdh3ntai5; Do a strip tease, please.’ They tipped 200 grimm with the request.

     ‘I have a feeling this might be Levi..’ I thought to myself, turning the computer away from me, and getting up from the bed. I started to sway my hips side to side running my hands up and down my body. I pulled my bra strap down my shoulder, and slipped my finger tips into the hem of my panties.

(Levi’s point of view)

     My eyes were wide, I couldn’t believe the request I had just sent (Y/n)! My hard cock was out, I was rubbing myself up and down slowly, imagining that it was (Y/n)’s hand. She continued on, her bra was off but her forearm was still covering her boobs. “A-ahng..” I whimpered out, god, I just wanna take her right now.

     ‘I-I can’t believe I’m doing this..I can’t believe she was even in my recommended videos!! I’m sure glad she was though..’ I stroked myself faster, stopping each time I was about to cum.

     I felt jealous, that all of these people got to see her do all of these things. I started getting angrier and angrier, the more I watched the comments pop up in the chat. I wanted a few minutes, trying to make up my mind to just barge into her room and fuck her right then and there.

     I then get up from mt gaming chair, exiting the stream, after all, I am going to see the real thing. I walk up to the door, grabbing the handle, and opened my door slowly, not wanting to wake up the others. Especially Mammon, he’s such a scumbag..

     I tiptoed my way across the hall, making my way to (Y/n)’s room, I listened closely, to make sure that she was still streaming. ‘Good, she still is. Now its my turn to give them a REAL show.’ I smirked lightly thinking about all of the things I could do to her.. WAIT NO!! She’s just a normie..remember that Levi!

     I open the door without her noticing, she was back on her bed. I blushed immensely at the sight in front of me. She had a purple vibrator that she was pushing in and out of her, her legs were spread, she was sitting up. One of her hands were kneading her breast and twisting her nipple.

     I could hear her small whimpers and moan clearly now, I stopped in my tracks just admiring her. I then remember what I came in here for, I take a deep breath, and walk forward. “ (Y/n) “ I said sternly, this definently got her attention.

      (Your point of view)

     I Jump, and let out a little yelp, I look beside me, I couldn’t believe what I saw..’Shit! It’s Levi, oh no!’ I tried to make up and excuse as for why I was doing this, but failing miserably. “L-L-Levi!! I-I Um..I w-was just uh..d-doing an online r-review!! Yeah! haha...” I was nervous, that he was going to tell somebody.

     He raised an eyebrow, then speaking. “Oh really, an online review? That involves you getting naked and giving them a show?” He said this in a teasing way, he chuckled, darkly. He moved the computer to the side, and he crawled on top of me. He took the vibrator out of me and turned it off, then he gave it a long, slow lick. My face was beet red, this side of Levi was unnatural! I always thought that I would be the one topping him, honestly.

     “You taste delicious, but I think you would taste even better if I had the real thing..” My eyes widened further, I was nervous, submissive. I looked to my side, and I read the comments for a few seconds;

‘Anonymous: damn!! this is even better then just a regular camgirl show!!’

‘TigAnimeBiddies: I want this to continue on forever.’

‘Prxncess5676: I wish I was (Y/n)..’

     I was surprised that they liked this, I looked back to Levi. “L-Levi, this is so not like you, whats gotten into you!?” He just dived down to my face, kissing me roughly and passionately, he was a pretty good kisser..

     He shoved his tongue in my mouth, not even asking for an entrance, and as expected, he won the fight for dominance. “I’m gonna show you who you really belong to, slut. I’m gonna leave my marks all over you, than that way, everyone else will leave you alone.” He smirked evilly once again.

     He kissed down my jawline, to my neck. he softly kissed it at first, it felt so loving and gentle. But all of a sudden, he bit down, harshly. “AH!~” It felt so good, he kissed me roughly on my neck and shoulders, he left dark purple and red hickeys all over the places that would be the most difficult to hide. ‘Oh how am I gonna explain this to the rest of the brothers..’ I thought to myself.

     His hand slid down my body, caressing my breasts, squeezing, groping, and licking, and sucking, biting my hard buds. It all felt so good, I couldn’t hand the pleasure he was giving me. His other hand started leading its way down to my core, resting just right above it. I bucked my hips upwards, just wanting him to give me more. “Hgnh..Levi p-please..” He looked up at me, with his lust filled eyes.

    “Please, what?” He teased me further, I could tell her was definently enjoying this change of pace. “P-please just..just..JUST FUCK ME LEVI PLEASE!!” I moaned out, my mouth was hung open. He turned into his demon form, I couldn’t wait for him to fill me up.

     He suddenly looked bashful and looked away “A-are you sure you wanna do this w-with..me?” He looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Of course, Levi! I wouldn’t want this from anyone else but you.” I assured him, with a sweet smile.

     “Alright than I have your consent..I’m not holding back.” He whispered the last part in my ear. He roughly pulled off my panties, he undressed himself. I was admiring his well built form, for a shut in otaku, he sure does have a great body. We were soon both undressed, I look down at his member, it was pretty big, a nice girth. “Like what you see?” I slowly nodded my head, looking away with a red face.

     “Ready?” He asked me, I nodded. “Good.” He harshly thrusted in, slow and rough thrusts were being produced from him. The pain soon went away, “F-faster Levi..” he went even faster, before pulling out.

     “Get on your hand and knees, now.” I obeyed him, getting into my position. He thrusted in yet again, ecstasy ran through my body. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“L-Levi..”

“Who? I didn’t quite catch that..” He thrusted faster, rougher. gripping my ass.

“L-Levi!”

“I still can’t here you, slut. Now, WHO DO YOU BELONG YOU?” He thrusted faster than humanly possible, his tail was now penetrating my ass.

“Y-Y-YOU LEVI!! I B-BELONG TO Y-YOU!!!” 

“Good girl, now, take all of my fucking seed.” He thrusted harder, and a few thrusts, I felt a warm and sticky liquid spill into me, running down my thighs. He pulled out his tail and cock.

     He looked over to the computer, before exiting out of the stream and closing my computer, setting it down on my night stand. He looked down at me with wide eyes “(Y-Y/n)!! Are you okay, was I too rough!?” I turned over, laying myself down on the pillows, I panted heavily.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” I closed my eyes, smiling to myself.

“Levi, that was the BEST sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

“R-really!?” I could see his eyes fill up with happiness “Yeah..” I gave him a sweet closed eyed smile. He got up and came behind me, covering us both with the blanket.

“I love you, Levi.”

“I love you too, (Y/n).”

We both went to bed, but little did we both know, there was gonna be a TON of questions coming from the brother..oops.

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[herstarburststories]

Batfam Headcanon: Pregnancy

✾ Request: Can I request a batfam headcanon? Batboys reactions when Kory says she’s pregnant of Mar’i. Btw love you page💕

✾ A/N: You teased me about dickkory, now you got a bible. That’s how it goes. Also, added Babs, Alfred and Bruce as bonus. And I’m glad you enjoy my work! Ps: I barely know Duke, tha’s why he doesn’t show up here.

✾ Disclaimer: Main relationship is Dick Grayson x Koriand’r. Mentions of Tim x Steph and Tim x Kon (kind of?). Check my Fandoms’ liist to see which Ships I’ll write for.

                                                  ━─┈ ✧

Dick Grayson

I'm gonna use unpublished Nightwing #30 here: he and Kory had sex when he was getting ready for the agente stuff.

Once Agent 37 is off the deal, they end up finding each other again. A bit before Dick gets shoot.

And then, as usually it is between the acrobat and the alien princess, they do it again. 

Over and over again.

She gets pregnant and finds out by the time Dick is amnesic.

Don't @ me DC would do that.

Kory flies towards Bludhaven & talks to him. It's not exactly successful. As he had said to Babs before, he didn't want his memories back. Ric was happy without Dick's conscience.

But Starfire isn't asking for her; it's about him, of course. He should be himself, he worked very hard through years to become who he truly was. But mostly, she begged him to come back because of a new addition to their lives.

Pregnant alien!!

At first, Ric Grayson doesn't believe it. Actually, part of him is aware that's true, he can feel it in the change inside his heart when he saw her; something similar to shame and adoration and excitement at once. Kory moved, talked, and seemed like someone he could love, be completely crazy about.

But he wasn't a father!

Koriand'r leaves, and Grayson is by himself again. Without his Gotham or Titans affiliates.

And, for the first time, there is no comfort in that.

He could tell she wasn't lying. Even though a part of his treacherous new mind tried to convince him otherwise.

Grayson's mind didn't know any gorgeous alien, let alone a pregnant with his child alien.

Yet, Dick felt like he had her in his veins. Just like he did with Bruce, Damian, Barbara, Donna, and the others. Tickles behind his skin, a red alarm for a memory that was long lost. But the sensation of keeping it somewhere remained inside him.

Although, when it came to the redhead princess, the warmth inside him was more intense.

Dick was going to be a father. He didn't even know his whole self and would be needed to take care of someone else. Someone small, part of him, and the legacy of the Flying Grayson's. Besides, he didn't even actually remember the mother of his kid.

didn't even remember making the kid.

He calls Bruce. Telling him to bring the antidote that Barbara was keeping if he wanted his memories back.

Not for him, not because it was the right thing, not because of everyone who claimed to love him cried for Dick to do that. Not even because of familiar senses holding into him every time he interacted with someone from his past.

But because he was going to be a father.

This decision was for his child.

When Bruce, Babs, and Damian ask why, he doesn't answer.

He remembers now, and he needs to find Kory.

It's scary, exciting, and the biggest surprise she ever gave to him-- even more scandalous than the day she fell on earth and kissed him.

A dad! He would be a dad!

Jason Todd

It all started off as an unusual ordinary day; 

Roy got himself in trouble, Jason went to help him and the little problem became a bigger situation. Roy called Kory and a few minutes later, the situation was replaced by dust and fire smell. No one died, but it was enough to make the villains leave.

In the middle of ''What the fuck they wanted?" & "Who were they?" wonders, the original Outlaws heard a familiar motorcycle's noise which made Jason huff, Roy arch eyebrows and Kory confused. 

Dick Grayson was there.

He was hysterical, blue eyes flaming with worry and relief towards Kory. Between their couple discussion and the others attempt to understand what was going on 

Were they back together? Did dick know about the outlaws' way and was sticking his nose where it didn't belong? Did the titans need kory urgently? 

Until 'pregnant' left Dick's lips, being followed by Kory's chaotic scream of "Just because I am pregnant, it does not mean I can not fight!"

Roy just had to get closer to them and explain that it would make no good to go through stressful situations, especially if he got it right. 

A deep breath would be taken, and then Dick would apologize to Kory, saying he was just really scared for both of them. She'd look at her Outlaw friends and curve the corner of her lips-- that Kory smile that translate into 'I've seen hell and chose to use its flames to warm up the cold places of my heart.'

‘’Jason, Roy. . . I am expecting a baby.’’

Meanwhile, Jason was taking off his helmet and glaring at his friends with a perplexed look on his face. Also, a slightly desire of punching Dick. Last time he had heard of their relationship, it was about both of them avoiding each other, his older brother telling him to take care of Kory and Jason calling Dick an idiot. Yeah, he had to have a chat with him later.

For now, Roy was pulling him and Kory into a group hug.

Almost felt like their old times together.

Roy: Outlaw baby!!  /  Dick: Excuse me?

Tim Drake

Okay, okay. First of all, he wasn't planning on seeing any member of his family for a quite while. Not that Tim didn't want to, he was just really running out of time. Being Young Justice's leader was a full time job, and he wanted to be excellent at it.

But things don't always pass by as they were settle to. Therefore, when a disaster happens and Conner, of all people, gets hurt, Tim is in a delicate state of mind.

Drake is smart. He knows it isn't just about Conner. It's all the small things he's been keeping since Gotham.

Not enough sleep, but a certain amount of coffee to make his hands shake when it's late enough for the sun to come out weakly. His relationship with Steph is growing with disagreements from both lives; heroic and urban. His best friend is hurt because he analyzed too much a situation instead of telling his team what to do, so they made their independent choices. A dumb mistake, the kind that Batman would be disappointed of. Tim himself was biting his own neck about it. How could he be a leader? He should be better than that.

And then, he made a call. Because of all things he might be and might not be, he wasn't Batman.

Tim had friends, and a brother that would know what he was going through.

And he knew how to ask for help sometimes.

Dick comes by as fast as possible. They go to the roof and talk it out.

"Remember that they aren't just your team, Tim," He would say, a tranquil smile on his face. It's so similar to how he explained his relationship with the Titans when Drake was still Robin years ago. "They are your family. It's impossible for you not to be affected when they get hurt or something goes wrong. But they are alive. They still trust you. They believe, and need you. You need to give yourself some credit, and do your best for them."

OF COURSE Tim is stubborn about that because Dick is Dick and he basically grew with the Titans, it wasn't the same thing. He didn't have his older brother's skills to command, communicate, etc.

It was scary.

"Yet, Tim, a lot of things are scary. But you have to keep going. For who needs saving. For yourself. For the people you love."

His tone is too sentimental, even for Dick's big brother moments.

"You need to find something to fight for. That's how you keep going, even when you make mistakes. Good news, you already have it. "

Tim: Yeah, I think so. . . You came back to the Titans? I still have access to the computers.

Dick: Yeah, no. Kind if. It's complicated.

Tim: "Complicated? Like. . . Alien kind of complication?"

Dick: "You should know about that, huh?"

BLUSHING, STUTTERING TIM. Cutting it because I already mentioned Steph, but I couldn't miss this opportunity ok.

Dick just laughs about it.

"Starfire isn't complicated, but yeah. We are still deciding if we will keep in the Titans or if we are going to Bludhaven for now."

"It sounds serious, even permanent."

"As permanent as a baby can be."

HHSHHSUSJJSIUSIE

BABY?

IS SHE PREGNANT??

Yeah, Tim was pretty wake, and shaking, and his brain felt like burning right now.

OH MY-- DICK

He was going to be a FATHER.

"YOU ARE GONNA BE A PARENT!"

But then, Dick was the older one and the best with kids.

"WAIT, SHE WILL BE HALF ALIEN. An hybrid. In nature, two different but similar species can procreate, but their kid can't have kids. Do you think--"

"Tim, calm down. Can you at least give me congratulations before talking about my unborn child's probable infertility?"

Damian Wayne

He knew Kory and Dick had been seeing each other again.

Therefore, making one of them notice his presence before showing up was necessary.

He didn't want to accidentally see profanity between his brother figure and his team's current leader, thank you.

After an obvious noise, he got in Dick's apartment.

As expected, Starfire was there.

She was standing up, and Grayson and looking at her tearful, while holding her belly.

It wasn't possible.

Grayson wouldn't be that irresponsible, would he?

Of course he would.

" So, I supposed Starfire either has a deadly bellyache, or you two are procreating. "

He is mildly fearing that Dick won't have much time for him, but that's a matter for another time.

BONUS!

Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth

Dick visits the manor with Kory someday.

He had to give the news or Batman would end up knowing anyway.

Honestly, it wasn't about that. He actually wanted to tell Bruce about his baby.

Alfred was there when they exchanged greetings, politely as usual.

‘'We are having a baby.'’

Listen, Bruce knows how to keep his emotions under his skin, but his eldest son being a father?

This must be the most real expression he has showed in years, and it's full of emotions; he is content, and surprised, and worried.

Some would say that Alfred was tearfully, but kept his posture. Master Bruce really made it. Obstacles, of course, even more than necessary at times. Yet, he was going to be a grandfather, and master Dick was becoming a father.

Gotham had a sunny day for once.

Barbara Gordon 

If it's not Kory and Babs' baby, she will be aunt Babs

Something happens, help becomes needed.

Nightwing shows up in the middle of the combat, he was in Gotham to talk to Bruce & Alfred & Damian, anyway.

Batman dispersed him, though.

And Batgirl was confused by Batman's choice, especially after listening to his explanation:

"Nightwing, this is more dangerous than our usual job. I will take Robin and Batgirl. You have more urgent thinks to be taken care of. "

The dynamic duo leaves and there is just two long time friends. 

It doesn't take a half second for Barbara to notice Dick hiding something.

Sigh, sigh, sigh.

"All right, Dick Grayson. What did you do?"

"Apparently, a baby."

????????????

"He has been ditching me since he learned about Kory's pregnancy."

"KORY'S WHAT!?"

"You didn't even tell me you two were back together!"

"You lost your virginity to an attractive alien and now she is pregnant with your child. That is. . . Surprising."

"I am really happy for you, Dick."

"Thank you, Babs. . . You know what? Maybe it's time to actually introduce you to Kory."

Communicator ringing.

"After I take care of something. Go home, dad."

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[nanamikeento]

rare [Javier Peña x f!reader]

A/N: mmkay so this happened. enjoy. (inspired by rare by selena gomez?? perhaps…..)

Summary: You’ve fallen for DEA Agent Peña, but you feel like he doesn’t feel the same way about you. So you decide to walk away.

Warnings: pure angst (with a happy ending cause we deserve it), violence, death, blood, fluff.

Word count: 2.7k

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You’ve had it enough of him. You’ve had enough of caring and always being there for him and not getting the same treatment in return.

Javier Peña is an asshole. The type of man all the whores in town know very well. The type of man that just wants to get his dick yet. The type of man that leaves in the morning and never calls back. And you just couldn’t take it. Besides all the looks and whispers from people in the office, you really didn’t feel like he cared about you. He’d show up whenever he wanted, and after, you wouldn’t see him for weeks until he’d show up again. Every time, you’d wake up alone and upset, when all you wanted was for him to like you the same way you liked him.

You cursed the day your boss insisted for you to interview one of the DEA agents involved in the manhunt for Escobar. She wanted a story and she wanted from you. You were new to the small publisher, so you’d accepted the challenge without thinking twice. So you’d met Javier ‘coincidentally’ in a bar and made your move. You thought you were just using him to get information, when at the end of the night you’d found yourself moaning his name between the sheets of your bed. And you hate to admit but ever since that night, Javier Peña never left your mind.

But as time passed you realized what kind of man he was. So you’d distanced yourself. You decided you deserved better. You weren’t going to sit and wait for him to change for you, which was clear it wasn’t going to happen. Until he showed up at your office. Again.

“Agent Peña,” You say, looking up from your computer. You’re not surprised, since this is the third time he comes to your workplace to nag you. Your boss thinks you’re fucking him inside the office, so you make sure to leave the door wide open this time. “What can I help you with?”

Peña chuckles dryly, his gaze on the floor, his hands on his hips like he always did when he was upset.

“So formal…” He mumbles and you pretend you don’t listen.

“Are you finally here to comment on how the manhunt is going?” You question, trying to keep your voice steady.

Javier shakes his head and finally looks at you. Your heart clenches when you see the hurt in his eyes. Maybe he’s really sorry, maybe he really regrets not giving the attention you asked for.

“You moved.” His voice breaks.

It’s true, you had moved from your old apartment after you ended things with him, but that was only because it was closer to your workplace and a friend had offered you to move in with her. It was cheaper, closer to work and it had everything you needed. In times of war it wasn’t wise to walk around in the city late at night. The fact he thinks you did it because of him makes you feel sorry for you, but you don’t tell him the whole truth.

“I did,” You answer nodding. He nods too and you miss the way he presses his lips together, wanting to say so much. He takes a moment to speak again.

“I took you for granted–” He starts, but you interrupt him so fast that you don’t even notice the sadness in his voice.

“Leave,” You demand, standing up from your chair.

“Just listen to me!” He exclaims and hesitates when see tears in your eyes. He sighs and looks behind him to see the entire office has taken an interest in your conversation. He carefully closes the door and looks back at you to see your back facing him. “I’m sorry! I really am, please, just give me another chance!”

You’re trying so hard not to cry when he calls for your name and you almost cave in. Almost.

“Just leave,” You tell him, back still facing him, voice breaking. You realize you must look pathetic and try to pull yourself together, looking at him again.

“Don’t do this to me, Mariposa.” His voice is barely a whisper and you close your eyes at the nickname he gave you. After your first night together, Javier had loved the butterfly tattoo on your hip and the nickname stuck. Your heart always melted at the name, but apparently it meant nothing. Names and words mean nothing when his attitude is shit.

You just look away from him and wait for him to leave. Eventually, he does and you let out a sigh, sitting back at your desk. You don’t feel feel better or relieved by his absence, if anything, you actually miss him. But you just return to typing in your computer, growing accustomed with the feeling.

After a few hours, our boss pokes her head in your office and knocks on the door, interrupting your line of thought. She gave you a pity look and smiled.

“Maybe you’re too involved in this,” She starts and you know exactly what she means. “I’m giving the article to Rosa.”

You got too involved with Javier to publish the article; knowing it’s true, you just wave her off and accept it. Rosa is a nice woman, she’s one of your only friends actually. She’s the one who was there for you every time you got disappointed with Javier. She’s the one who offered her spare bedroom for you two to share an apartment. She’d told you needed a friend and that she was there for you. Maybe she’s going to write that story better than you. But you don’t mind.

You didn’t really want to write it anyway.

…

“A toast,” You say, raising your glass half full of whiskey. You’re sitting with Rosa, at the kitchen counter, celebrating her first front page article. “To the best writer I’ve ever met!”

You’re both a little drunk already, giggling and chuckling, feeling the alcohol in your head, your cheeks heating up.

“Stop.” Rosa laughed, taking a sip from her drink. “I only got it because of you.”

You smiled at her, downing your drink and slamming the glass on the counter. You look at each other and Rosa notices the sadness in your eyes.

“Are you still sad because of that Agent?” She asks and you let out a big sigh, reaching for the bottle of whiskey that is now empty. You let out a little whine and lean your forehead on the cold surface of the counter.

“Tonight is for celebrating,” You whine. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Rosa chuckles, putting a hand on the back of your head.

“That much, huh?” She says and it makes you laugh, looking back at her.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” You repeat, feeling tears on your eyes.

“Hey,” She says comforting you. “Listen to me.” You look up at her again. “You are rare. One of a kind. And if he can’t see that… That’s his loss.”

You smile, tears pricking out of your eyes. You don’t wanna cry, so you shake your head and try to smile. Rosa gives you a pity look and you wave at her. 

“You know what, I’m gonna go get some more alcohol and we’re gonna continue celebrating, how about that?”

Rosa laughs at your sudden mood swing and nods, asking you to bring a bottle of red wine for her. You leave your apartment complex, walking quickly to the store nearby. You don’t take too long, not wanting to be out at night for long, so you buy another bottle of whiskey and a bottle of wine as quick as you can As you walk back to your apartment, something feels weird. You have a feeling in your guts that something’s wrong and you shiver instantly, walking faster.

The feeling increases each step you take towards your apartment. You sigh as you go up the stairs and when you reach your floor, you see the door slightly open. Your heart drops to your stomach as you push the door open. 

A moment of pure fear: Rosa is lying on the floor, a bullet in her head. The blood was all over the carpet and splattered across the wall. Beside her, the newspaper with her story about the Escobar hunt in the front page.

You drop the bag with the drinks on the floor, hearing the glass break,  and try not to scream. Then, you run from there as fast as you can.

…

The knocking is constant and continuous and he takes a moment to fully wake up and walk to the door. Breathing a curse, he runs a hand on his face, rubbing his right eye as he opens the door with the other hand.

You’re in his doorway, white as a sheet, tears in your eyes and shaking hands. Javier immediately wides his eyes, calling your name as a question and you let out a shaky breath.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” Your voice is just a whisper, trembling and cracking.

He doesn’t hesitate and grabs your hands, pulling you into his apartment. He closes the door and puts his hands on your shoulder. You’re a mess by now, tears streaming down your face, eyes wide open.

“Hey, you’re okay. You’re here now,” His voice is soft, like velvet and you close your eyes and let out a sob. Then, he embraces you in his arms and you let it all out.

“S-she– She–” You try to speak, your voice muffled into his shirt. “D-dead. T-they killed–”

Javier pulls away to look at you, putting his hands on the side of your face, wiping your tears.

“Who’s dead?” He asks, a frown between his eyebrows.

You sob once more and try to calm down. “M-my roommate. Rosa.”

Javier sighs and takes your hands, leading you to the couch in the living room and, as you sit down, he makes a phone call to the station, calling the murder in. You look at the floor all the time, unable of not thinking about Rosa’s blood on the carpet.

“Mariposa,” He calls you softly, after hanging up the phone and you close your eyes, letting more tears run through your cheeks. He takes your hand and rubs circles on the back of it, comforting you. “What happened?”

“It could’ve been me,” You say, wiping your nose. “They k-killed her because of that s-stupid article I started writing.”

He frowns. “You mean the one about the manhunt?”

You nod, swallowing hard. “My boss– She-she passed the story to Rosa. T-the story I was writing.” You look at his eyes for the first time through blurry vision and another wave of tears fall down from your eyes. “It… It could’ve been me, Javi.”

He stares at you for a moment and thinks about it. It really could have been you they’d killed, if you had written that article. But you could’ve been killed anyway if you were inside the apartment when they’d broke in. And his heart clenched at the thought of you dead on the floor, with blood all over the carpet.

Javi pulls you into a hug and buries his hand on your hair, softly playing with it and letting you cry on his shoulder.

“You’re gonna be okay,” He whispered, hugging you tighter. “I’m here.”

…

You open your eyes and the light of the morning hurts your vision for a moment. Your head hurts and your eyes are still burning from the cry you had last night. You look around you and see yourself on Javier’s bed, on your own. You swallow hard and realize you’re very thirsty, so you stand up and wobbles your way to the kitchen.

When you get to the living room, you see Javi lying on the couch, fast asleep and, for a moment, you smile faintly. You’re glad that you’d came to him and not the police.

In all of your booty calls with Javier, you’ve been to his apartment only once. Not much had changed ever since. When you get to the kitchen, your head is pounding and you take a deep breath, trying to focus on anything else, but the events of last night. So you think about him. About how he held you and comforted you while you were a making a mess on his shirt.

You cringe as you think of yourself with snot coming out of your nose and ruining Javier’s shirt. Closing your eyes you rubbed your forehead, you think how you don’t even remember falling asleep, which leads you to think he carried you to his bed, took off your shoes and tucked you in with a soft blanket.

“You okay?” His voice’s low and husky, as it always sounded when he wakes up.

You look at him, a little startled by the interruption of your thoughts, and smile as best as you can. The smile comes off as tired and sad. He smiles back: an apologetic smile.

“Do you have pain killers?” You don’t recognize your own voice, sounding so tired and rough. “I have a headache.”

He nods and walks into the kitchen and opens the lower cabinet as you take a clean glass from the counter and fill it with tap water. When you turn back to face him, you bump into his shirtless torso as he’s standing too close. You both chuckle and he takes a step back to give you some space, with his hand open to give you the pill. As you take it from him, your fingers brush into his skin lightly.

You swallow the pill quickly and drink some water. You turn your back to him once more, placing the glass in the sink. There’s a moment of silence while the both of you think of what to say. After a few minutes, you decide to break the silence.

“Listen–”

“I'm–”

You both say at the same time and then pause, laughing right after.

“You first,” He says, giving you a small smile.

“Thank you for last night,” You breathe. “If it weren’t for you… I think I’d still be in shock.”

You chuckle dryly, your smile disappearing right after. Javier, then, approaches you, but hesitates to touch you.

“I’m sorry about what happened.” He says, gently. You’re amazed of how gentle he’s been ever since you’d showed up here. “You don’t have to thank me, I’ll always be there for you.”

You feel tears blurry your vision and tear your gaze away from him.

“God, I was such a bitch to you at the office…”

Javi smiles at you, now gently putting his hands on your face, wiping the tears, like he did last night.

“I deserved it.”

You sniff and smile at him.

“I meant what I said that day,” He continued, looking right into her eyes. “I did take you for granted and when you left I realized… There’s no one like you. I realized I’d never find another girl like you. I’m sorry I was an asshole.”

Your eyes dart between his and, for a moment, you just stare at them, seeing the honesty and humility in them. You know he’s telling you the truth. Without thinking twice, you approach him, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his.

It’s a light kiss, but as soon as your skin makes contact with his, you melt into his arms. Your hands are suddenly on his shoulders and he pulls you closer to him. When you pull back he smiles at you.

“I’ll give you a second chance, then,” You whisper, your hand now tangled in his hair, playing with it.

“Thank you, Mariposa.”

He kisses your cheeks and buries his face in your neck pulling you into a hug.

You smile at the touch of his lips to your neck and close your eyes, thinking about how Javier Peña just told you that you’re rare. Just like Rosa did. He pulls away and kisses you one more time. You melt into his touch. That’s when it comes to you.

You’ve fallen in love with Javier Peña.

#javier peña x reader #Javier pena x reader #javier peña #pedro pascal #javier pena #narcos fanfic #narcos #myfic

[trikxx]

Lookk so to mention this is not just any friends to lovers story my toxic side is screaming friends with benefits type beat so😉 there will be some heartbreaking and Shinsou talking to other girls and you talking to other boys❤️❗️this is also a poc reader sooo read if you want i dont own you🤷🏽‍♀️

Songs for this chapter ⬇️

• B***h dont kill my vibe by kendrick Lamar

• in control nba youngboy

⚠️❗️marijuana use in this chapter❗️⚠️

"Alright we have 569 orders to pack Toshi." You say to Shinsou "ok hold on." Shinsou said licking and blunt to finish rolling it. You grabbed a box of packages and put it in the living room the grabbing your computer to print out labels and receipts.

You light a candle and turn on some music (the song at the top) Shinsou puts the blunt to the side and starts labeling the packages and putting the orders together in this order costumers order, business card, thank you card, and receipt. You do final packaging and stamp for the mail marking each order off the list and putting it in the box of finished orders.

"Hey n/n wanna go get a tattoo tomorrow?"

"Sure but where?"

"You remember Sero and Denki from Highschool?"

"Yea."

"Well they opened a tattoo spot on 58th." Shinsou said "Bet we can go." You respond putting another order in the box.

*DING*

"Who is it?" You ask Shinsou cause he pick up you phone. "Armoni." "What did he say?" "He said can he come over?" Shinsou responded "Are you ok with him coming over?" You say "Yea." "Ok then tell him Its ok."

Armoni⛓💵: Is it ok if i come over?

Y/n🤍🌸| Yea. You spending the night and do you need a ride?

Y/n🤍🌸| Also do ma know?

Armoni⛓💵: yea she know and no dad dropping me off.

Armoni⛓💵: ouu i can spend the night bet. Yea if thats the case.

Y/n🤍🌸: i didn't-

Y/n🤍🌸: Aight.

You and Shinsou start back in the orders soon finishing them. "I'm tired as fuck." You say flopping down on the couch "Get untired sweetheart cause your brother is coming over and we have a blunt to smoke and food to order." Shinsou said while laying across your legs.

Y/n's pov

Shinsou lit the blunt and hit it a few times. I looked at him as he let the smoke move out his mouth softly blowing with his head back. "Like what you see?" Shinsou said looking at me with a cocky smirk thats when I noticed I was staring "shut up and pass the blunt." I say. Shinsou chuckled and gave me the blunt. I did the same thing as Shinsou but blew o's "stop trying to show out n/n." Shinsou said taking the blunt "boy ain't nobody 'showing out'." I say putting up quotation marks with your hands.

We pass the blunt back a forth a few more times until I got a notification from life 360 saying Armoni go to the apartment. Shinsou put out the blunt and put it with the spongebob rolling tray we had. I cracked the window and opened the balcony door a little bit and went in my room to put the orders away.

When I came out the room someone started knocking on the door kinda like the police (strong ass knock✋🏽💀) "Armoni Keith l/n how manys time do I have to tell you stop knocking on my fucking door like that." I say opening the door. " Dang Im sorry you aint gotta cuss at me n/n" Armoni said "Aye Shinsou where the hoes?"

I smack Armoni on the back if the head while walking past him to the living room "Ain't no hoes." I say coldly. "Yea Armoni ain't no hoes.... right now." Shinsou said smirking. "Nigga." I say with a straight face. "Im not finna do this with ya'll tonight." Shinsou and Armoni start laughing "ANYWHOO. Did you eat yet Armoni cause was finna order some food."

"Nah not yet." Armoni said. "What do ya'll want to eat?" I say walking into the kitchen with my phone to grab an water and then lean on the island.

"What about taco bell?"

"Armoni who the fuck."(sorry to the people who like taco bell) I say "ima have to agree with y/n Armoni. Who eats Taco bell?" "Uhh..obviously me." Armoni says.

"Awe naw you gotta go." I say "how about in and out? We can go out and get that." K said "im cool with that" Armoni says. "Ok." I say walking to my room. I got in to my room and pull out a pair of jogging pants and a oversized (fav anime) shirt and took off my bonnet and styled my faux locs

I grabbed my purse and house and car keys. "Yall ready?" I ask putting on my air force ones. "Been ready. We was waiting for you." Shinsou said.

Time skip

I start up my car using my remote start while we were walking to the car in the parking garage.

Everyone gets in the car. "LET ME PLAY THE MUSIC!" Armoni yells "STOP FUCKING YELLING." And it depends on what you finna play." I say turning around to look at Armoni. "Come on n/n let him play the music." Shinsou said looking at me tilting his head with puppy dog eyes. "I guess." I say rolling my eyes. "Just dont play no trash shit." I said looking at him through the rear view mirror. "Ok ok and i was going to say yall had to cause yall smoked with out me." He said making this face '😌' "boy.."

Play in control by nba youngboy

"shhhhhhhh" Shinsou said putting his finger up to your mouth and pointing to the steering wheel. "Food." I side eyed him and started backing out the parking spot and driving out the garage. Armoni start playing Nba youngboy. As much as I wanted to turn it off Shinsou wouldn't let me so we had to flow with it.

"Sk machine guns its two of us wit four nines!" Armoni rapped with the song (in control-nba young boy only song i can get down to🙌🏽 edit- i put the wrong song🙂 if you listen to yb just ignore that🧍🏽‍♀️) I turned down the radio. "What do yall want from here?" I asked they both said what they wanted and i went inside and ordered the food. As im waiting a guy comes up to me "Damn, what a fine girl like you doing out by yourself." He says "ahaha" I said sarcastically "getting food." I say still looking down at my phone. "You should me get your number." He says "you should let me get your name." I respond dodging the request. " My name is Shindo and you?" "Y/n" i say

"Order number (blah blah blah)!" The cashier says "welp thats me." I said not wanting to talk to him anymore. "Here you go ma'am." R/n says handing my bag "Thank you, have a good night" i say walking towards the door. "Hey! Uhh.. y/n you said it was!" I heard the guy from before right when I walked out the door "Hey" I said putting on a fake smile. "Can I get your number?" He asked "yea sure" I say pulling out my phone to put his number in.

Shinsou's pov

As me and Armoni are just chilling the car I see y/n coming out on in and out but she getting stopped by someone "who the fuck.." I say "what wron... oh shit" Armoni says. "You know who that is?" Armoni asks me. "Not at all." I tell him. Im not gonna lie i was jealous. But like fr who is that. I see y/n put her phone back the guy tried to hug her but she away "she dont want em" me and Armoni said at the same time and busted out laughing

"What are yall laughing at?" Y/n said opening the back door putting the food in the car. "You petty for doing that to that dude." Armoni said trying to stop laughing. "Awe well he was the on that didn't realize." Y/n said " But you still gave him your number though ." I said. "Yea Im finna block his number rn." Y/n said pulling her phone back out.

Y/n's pov

"Aye. Disconnect from my car now." I said to Armoni "whyyyy?" Armoni whined. " Disconnect or get out. Either way your still disconnecting just the second one your walking." I said smiling at him "ok ok"

I started playing my playlist.

~Time skip~

Shinsou's pov

We got back to the apartment and everybody got comfortable and we ate and watched movies Armoni went into his room and got in the bed around 3 am. Me and y/n were still in the living room. Y/n was laying on me and I was laying on the couch.

~30 minutes later~

"Hey y/n..." she fell asleep on me. 'How cute' I chuckled and just stayed there not wanting to wake her up to put her in her bed. I kept watching f/a that Y/n had put on after Armoni went to bed.

*DING*

Kami💀⚡️: Yoooo are yall coming through to the shop tmrw

Hitoshi☄️: yea why wouldn't we😃.

Kami💀⚡️: just asking cause you guys change up plans really quick if ya know what i mean😉

Hitoshi☄️: stfu. It was only once.

Kami💀⚡️: if you say soo Hitoshi😌

Hitoshi☄️: stop fucking texting me.

It was only once we only did it once. Me and Y/n were supposed to go to their shop the other day but thing between me and y/n go heated and we ended up in bed together but thats besides the point. "Yo Hitoshi your still woke?" Armoni said walking into the living room. "Just up to get som..."Armoni stopped and look at me then down. "Uhmmm..." Armoni went back to his room and got his phone.

"Moms is gonna love this." Armoni said taking a picture. "Why you take a.... fuck Armoni delete it now." I whisper yelled still trying not wake up y/n

"Why should I delete it? Why ya'll ain't tell nobody you guys were a 'thing'?" Armoni shot back. "Cause we're not. Bruh delete the pic and we stay safe. You know your sister is crazy and if she finds out thats the end of our lives." I say slightly sitting up causing y/n to move around a little bit. "Valid point I'll delete it on one case." I was over joyed til the last part.

"Let me drive the car tomorrow." Armoni said. I sighed knowing either way this might be my last week on earth. "Ok." "Anddd deleted thank you for your service." Armoni said taking his water and going back to his room.

I layed back down trying to comprehend what just happened.

*DING*

"What the fuckkkk." I say reaching over to y/n's phone.

*New message from (***)-***-****

(***)-***-****: Hey y/n this Shindo😉.

*read*

I looked at the phone for a little bit 'who is Shindo'

(***)-***-****: from In&out we met there just yesterday.

(***)-***-****: shit. My bad for blowing up your phone just realized how late it is. Text me back when you see this👋🏽.

'Wow' I think to myself bro really is blind. Would this be considered harassment. Maybe I'm tripping... im still high as fuck. Maybe I should go to sleep. I cut on another show to try and fall asleep on but I couldn't. I kept thinking what if she falls for him?

"Y/n." I say shaking her a little bit "come on" Motioning her to wrap her legs and arms around me so I can put her in her bed. "Can I sleep in here?" I ask "Bruh your room is down the hall go there." She said in a sleepy voice. "I dont feel like ittttt" i say.

Y/n slow turned over to face me. "I dont have the energy to argue with you." She said "I take that as a yes." I say getting into her bed.

I felt y/n snuggle under me trying to find warmth so I grabbed and held her close to me. "Goodnight." I say. No response so I start to let go "ok ok night." I heard y/n say. "Mhm thats what I thought." After a while I was able to fall asleep.

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This chapter took 5 ever to write but it was worth it I really hope you guys liked this chapter.

🌸L O V E  Y A  B E B E S🌸

#mha x reader #bnha shinsou #shinsou x y/n #shinsou x you #x reader

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #271

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

Do you cook on the stove at all, or just microwave? I just use the microwave. I'm scared of the stove lmao. Do you ever debate religion with your friends? Bruuuh no. I am so disinterested in debating about something that to me ultimately doesn't matter yet humanity has made so serious. Whatever happens after we die, happens, there's that. Just be a decent human being and go out knowing you did your best to make the world better than when you entered it. Do you keep your shampoo in the shower or someplace else? In the shower. Something your mother said or did that shocked you: Like... recently? Or in my entire life? I dunno about recently, but I guess the most shocking to me was when she vehemently called my sister something I won't repeat. Did your mom go to college? She was before the cancer. Ready to graduate, too, but that didn't go as planned thanks to, y'know, cancer. Which food do you think you have the most cans of in your cupboard? Good question, no clue. I don't really pay attention to the canned foods. Maybe fruits? Do you save fortunes from fortune cookies? No. Are you offended when Christmas is spelled Xmas? Nah. Where do you put your keys when you come home? In my purse. Describe your favorite mug or glass to drink from? I don't have one. That I use, anyway. Sara gave me a Markiplier quote one that's a Holy Item on my shelf and instead of holding a beverage holds All My Love. Your bad habit that you love the most: UGH I hate how much I love soda. Invent a pop tart flavor: STORY TIME!!!! As a kid, there was this contest to design a type and you won like... a fucking huge supply of the newest flavor, which was at the time that wild berry whatever thing. My sister and I made one that I think I recall being pink with heart sprinkles and strawberry flavored, and we won. Guess who fucking hates the wild berry flavor now lmao. Okay but anyway if I was to invent one now... is there a BLUE raspberry flavor? Cuz a bitch loves blue raspberry flavored everything. Do you name your pets after tv/movie/book characters: Sometimes. I don't currently have a pet that is, though. Are you proud of yourself for what you've accomplished? The few things I actually have, sure? I'm more ashamed of what I haven't. Do you own any sexy lingerie? Nooooo no one would want to see me in that, least of all myself lmao. Have you ever caught a bouquet of flowers at a wedding before? No. Has a horse ever neighed at you before? Uhhh I don't think so? Do you prefer ice cream or sorbet? Ice cream. Have you gotten your pets spayed? My cat is. That's like... the only pet we ever have fixed, sadly. My parents/Mom (depending on time period) could just never afford it. The only real reason we managed to get Roman neutered was because our sister directed us to a cheap on-the-go business where it was like... only $45, and Roman was marking the house badly so it was pretty urgent. Would you ever take in a stray animal? HA, that is the STORY of my family with cats. At this current time, most likely not. We don't need another pet right now, nevermind one of a mysterious background with my mom being sick. When is payday? N/A Have you ever walked on a runway before? No. How long is your workday? N/A Is there a walkway or a pathway to your front door? No. What is your favorite color? What is your least favorite color? Pink is superior to all colors. I'm really not a puke-green fan, but I mean... is anyone? What color dominates your wardrobe? Everything is B L A C K. What color are your eyes? Grayish blue. Are you colorblind, or do you know anyone who is? I'm not, but Jason's brother is colorblind to I think red and blue? Do you prefer color photos or black-and white? It greatly depends on the composition and subject matter of the photograph. I find great beauty in both. If I had to pick though, color usually appeals to me more. Are you one of those people who can taste, feel, or smell colors? No. Have you ever seen a double rainbow before? Yes. Do you enjoy coloring? It tends to be my least-favorite part of the art process because that's where I always fuck shit up. Do you know anyone who is racist? Oh my, PLENTY. Welcome to the South. Are your nails painted any color(s) right now? They never are. Can you lift more than 100lbs? I probably CAN, but it would be very hard. What's your opinion on incest? It's fucking repulsive. Morally and negative from a scientific standpoint, anyway. Do you have a favorite color for cats? Orange. What video games did you play when you were younger? I was a massive gamer as a kid, teenager too, so I could put a hell of a lot here. But, I'll just imagine you're referring to when I was quite young. The Spyro games (save for Skylanders) were my LIFE, I loved Nintendogs, the Crash Bandicoot trilogy, lots of games that were based on movies (like Madagascar and Finding Nemo are two I really enjoyed), uhhh... OH! And absolutely weird, but I loved hunting games. Like, I had a whooole lot, despite hating real life hunting even as a child. I think it was because I got to see wild animals, plus it could be calming to wander and scary, too, when things like wolves found you. Oh, and then there were fishing games, too. LOOK I just love(d) games. Would you ever get a tramp stamp? I hate that nickname. Having a tattoo literally anywhere does not equate you to a stereotype. Yes, because I want to be heavily tattooed anyway. Did you cry when Michael Jackson died? No. Not that I didn't care at all, I just wasn't a giant fan. What's the ugliest species of animal? Lmao how mean. The blobfish immediately comes to mind, though. Looks like a ball of mucus shaped into an old man's face. Are you embarrassed about any songs on your iPod? I used to be, now it's just like whatever. I like what I like. What do you use to listen to music on the computer? YouTube. Do people know a lot about you? Places on the Internet sure do lmao. I try to be much more private now online to a degree, depending on where. Irl, no. I'm too easily embarrassed/afraid of being judged for what makes me, me. Who was the last person you slept beside? Sara. Do you like Metallica? They're one of my all-time favorites and I trust NOBODY who claims to hate them. What's your favorite kind of soup? I'm not a fan of soup. What’s your best friend's favorite band? Her all-time favorite is Pink Floyd. Who was the last person you took a picture with? Ummm idr. Do you play Guitar Hero? Not really anymore, but I fuckin slayed that shit back in the day. Whose house did you last visit? My older sister's. Who was the last person to come to your house? My younger sister. What time do you usually eat dinner? Anywhere between 5:30 to like... 7:00 or so. Have you ever searched your own house on Google Earth? Not this current one, no. Does it bother you when people have a loose grip on hugs? No? Some people don't like hugs. Are you looking forward to next year? I don't know. Is covid gonna be history by then? It depends on a lot of things. What have you done so far this summer? *blink blink blink* What's your favorite punk band? Honestly, I don't even really separate bands by genres now because I don't know. There's so so many, plenty overlap, etc. etc, and people - especially those who enjoy rock/metal stuff, I've found - get all snobbish and "WELL ACTUALLY" when you "misgenre" or whatever. Which is better: cold or hot weather? COLD. FUCK hot weather. Anything above ~75*F is disgusting. Is photography something you enjoy? I'm an aspiring photographer so like- What’s the best flavor snow cone? I haven't had a legit snow cone in years... but we have a place called Pelican's Snowballs, which is really just like... snow cones in a cup? They are A M A Z I N G and strawberry is to die for. When driving, are you a speed demon or do you drive like your grandmother? I don't drive because I'm terrified to. Have you ever met someone who just had you at hello? No. Bet you were expecting "Jason," but no, I was weirded out that a stranger just comes up to me in the hall on the way to class and starts talking to me. Have you ever written poetry? Yeah. Do you have any addictions? Technology, ugh. And soda, rip. When was the last time you just laid and looked at the stars? Laid, many years ago one summer when Jason and I were just lying on the trampoline while my dad was grilling. What song reminds you of an ex? A lot. What color eyeliner do you prefer? Black. What was the last thing that you made with your own two hands? Like, made from scratch? Hell if I know. What’s the deepest water you will wade into? Like, shoulder-deep in the ocean. How many blades does your razor have? Three, I think? Highest grade of education you’ve completed? Just one semester of college. Lowest grade you’ve received on a test? Yikes, Fs in college math. He taught in such an abstract way that I failed like... every test, or nearly did. I was too afraid to ask questions continuously. Do you enjoy sitting in the sun or the shade more? There is NO situation where I would rather be in the sun. Do you enjoy going to arcades? Hell yeah. What parades do you like to go to? None. When’s the last time you went on a tirade? I ranted to Mom about the fucking ridiculous anti-maskers that are a big reason this motherfucking pandemic is worsening in America. With my mom being immunocompromised, it is something I take VERY goddamn seriously. It's not a difference in opinion - it's a difference in morality. Do you like to play charades? I loved to as a kid. Now it'd feel weird. Would you ever lead a crusade? I wouldn't want to lead anything. Have your parents ever forbade you from doing something? Aha, so as a kid, I had a game demo disc that showed the preview to Parasite Eve, and my sisters and I would secretly watch it despite it scaring us to where Mom did forbid us to click on it. And all these years later, I've played it and love it... ha ha. Otherwise, my parents have always been pretty open to letting us do stuff, save for things the usual parent doesn't like, like swearing. When’s the last time someone said something degrading to you? A few days back when I got into an argument on Facebook about some asshole teasing their newly-hatched cobra to where it kept striking at the tongs, hood flared and all. Apparently I had no idea what I was talking about, pointing out the snake was clearly stressed out. What’s the last homemade dish you’ve made? I legit haven't cooked a thing since Sara was here and I made her eggs for breakfast. Which was like, a year ago. Do you like lemonade? What flavor(s)? Broooo YES. Pink lemonade is better, but I enjoy just the classic kind, too. Has anyone ever serenaded you before? Fuck this question. Would you like to visit the Everglades? Lemme see them motherfuckin GATORS. Have you ever attended a masquerade ball before? No. Would be dope, though. Have you lost anyone to AIDS? No, thank god. Have you ever been paid for sex? Hell no. Have you ever had a maid in your home before? HUNNY we are too poor for that shit. Do you know how to do different types of braids in hair? No. When’s the last time you wore a Band-aid? Where and why? I have no clue. When was the last time you were afraid? Of what? A family friend was over here a couple days ago and she had this weirdest muscle cramp in her leg that brought her to the floor gasping for like over a minute. I was super scared, and Mom was too, as we had no idea what to do. I almost had to call 911. Crazy woman hasn't gone to the doctor about it, to my knowledge. Would you ever consider growing your hair out to your waist, or longer? NOOOO NO NO. I am probably having short hair for the rest of my life. Is there anywhere in your house that you're scared to be alone in? No. What is your favorite shoe brand? I don't have one. What weird things did you do as a small child? I was just a weird kid in general. I did a lotta stuff that would make people raise a brow. Who puts the most pressure on you in your life? My goddamn self. Do you laugh off embarrassing moments? Hell no, I turn red as a cherry and probably cry once I'm in private. Do you have a favourite actor/actress? If so, who? No. Do you like little kids, or do they annoy you? I feel uncomfortable around them. They're too brutally honest, I feel like every move I make is wrong, and I just generally feel incapable of handling them properly. Do you want a small or a large family when you get older? Well, I don't want any kids, so... Are you a good dancer? If not, do you enjoy dancing anyways? No and no. I'd be embarrassed. Have you ever lied to avoid getting into trouble? Yeah. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital for a long period of time? I'd say two weeks is pretty long, and I was supposed to stay an entire month. I only got out of that by going to court. Do you take a lot of pictures of yourself, or are you camera shy? I HATE being in front of the camera. What are your choice of toppings on a hamburger? And do you prefer gas or charcoal grilling? I just like ketchup, mustard, and pickles, really. A bit of diced onion is fine, too. I prefer gas; I hate the charcoal-y taste. You are chosen to have lunch with the president. the condition is you only get to ask one question. What do you ask? Fuck that, I'd decline going to begin with. What is your concession stand must-have at the movies? Popcorn, of course. Which do you dislike most: pop-up ads or spam email? Pop-up ads. How long was it from ‘the first date’ until the proposal of marriage? How long until the wedding? N/A What topic can put you to sleep quicker than any other? Probably like, wrestling. Golf. Sports in general. How many times did it take you to pass your drivers test? I haven't tried it yet. If you had to have the same topping on your vanilla ice cream for the rest of your life, what topping would you choose? I always just use chocolate syrup. Would you rather be trapped in an elevator, or stuck in traffic? CHRIST, TRAFFIC. Elevators kinda scare me and I'm very scared of being stuck in one. What are you sitting on right now? My bed. Are you listening to anything? Halocene's cover of "Killing In The Name." Have you parents ever hated one of your boyfriends/girlfriends? No. Who was the last person to give you money? I have no idea. Have you ever dreamed of someone you barely know? Actually yeah. Weird as hell. When was the most recent time, if ever, that you felt “impostor syndrome,” or that you felt unqualified to be somewhere? Hm. I suppose when I went to the doctor by myself for my foot. I'd never done an appointment without Mom at all, and I was veeery clueless to a lot of steps, questions, etc. What are some ways that pop culture has helped you learn historic or scientific facts? Some TV shows, I guess. Or games, even. Have you ever had a job in which you felt that you had nothing to do? What was the protocol in that situation (e.g., surfing the web, taking on the job of co-workers, or pretending to work)? If you have not, do you think it would be lucky or unlucky to have such a job? No. I was expected to always be doing something. I'd consider that to be pretty unlucky, as it sounds boring and pointless. Have you ever intimidated or made another person feel legitimately threatened? If not, do you think that you could ever be seen as scary? I don't know. Mom has admitted me yelling has scared her before, though. I can yell pretty fucking loudly. But she herself never felt threatened. And do I think I could be seen as scary? Yes. Especially given my chronic fucking nightmares that almost always involve confrontation. In what ways do you or would you need to be validated by a partner? (For example, liking your posts/talking about you on social media, or perhaps by doting on you with gifts.) I am VERY much a "words of affirmation" person. I NEED reassurance that I'm adequate and sincerely loved. When you are having a hard time emotionally, what are some of the telltale ways that you act out or that your personality reflects your struggles? I become very snappy and more reclusive than usual. I cry really easily. Do you tend to succeed by weaning yourself off of something or by quitting cold turkey? It depends on what it is, but I've generally needed to wean myself off of things when necessary. Is there a specific type of pet breed/size/etc. that you don’t want? Why not? I am very turned off by animal breeds/types that are subject to serious health issues, such as pugs, dachsunds, Persians, spider ball pythons... Just don't fucking breed them. Ironically, some of these are the cutest, but I care far more about the health of the animal. Have you ever lived in a notoriously dangerous area? If not, would it bother you to do so? Yes and yes. Has a friend’s significant other ever interfered with or damaged your friendship? What about a significant other of yours damaging a friendship? I don't believe so, no. What, if anything, is something that you put pressure on yourself about? What do you imagine would happen if you did not live up to this expectation? Getting a job, for Heaven's sake, and actually managing to keep it. I've proven inept in this area so far, so, I've already failed that. :^) If you have been in a serious relationship, have you and your partner ever discussed lifetime plans that clashed? Did you reconcile them or did you break up? If you have not been in a relationship, what are some issues that would be deal-breakers? Jason and I kinda casually talked about kids early in our relationship, at which time I didn't see myself wanting them at all and he did at some point. It didn't really bother either of us, though; it was something we'd figure out if we actually got anywhere. Then he became the only person I could ever imagine myself having kids with. Life's funny.

#survey #quiz #questions

[royaltypark]

baby [p.j.m.]

“admit what, jimin? what are you implying?”

“i am not the ‘tiny squishy baby’ anymore.”

idol!jimin x foreign!reader word count: 4.7k warnings: a sprinkling of pre debut!jimin at the beginning, reader is thirsty asf for him, baby struggles to speak english, it gets a littleee steamy but nothing r-rated, cursing, you might cry at the end, jiminie is the cutest little bean but we knew that

   “I want you to meet my friend from Korea. He’s so nice!”

    “When?”

    “I may have invited him here... now?”

    You choked on your breakfast.

    “I look so gross! What if he’s cute?”

    “Trust me, (y/n), he’s not your type,” your friend spoke drily.

    “I—“

    “But he does have six other good friends that might be.”

    “Are you into him?” You leaned over the table at the diner, a sly grin on your face. She immediately blushed.

    “What? No.”

    You laughed.

    “You totally are! Oh my god, I have to see this guy.”

    “(f/n)! Hey!” An attractive voice caused you to glance up.

    “Joonie!” Your friend’s face lit up, and she stood to give him a hug. As soon as she released him, you spoke.

    “Ah; you must be the famous Namjoon I’ve heard so much about,” You smiled up at him and offered your hand. “I’m (y/n).”

    “So you must be the famous (y/n) I’ve heard so much about,” he chucked, shaking your outstretched hand. “It’s a pleasure.”

    He sat next to (f/n).

    “So, what’s up?”

    “Joon, for the hundredth time, I don’t want to date one of your friends.”

    “Oh come on, (y/n), don’t lie to me!”

    “Okay, fine. I really want a boyfriend. But let’s be realistic here! First of all, they don’t speak English! Hello? How would we communicate? Second I don’t want a long distance relationship. The only time we talk is over FaceTime. Exhibit A: right now!”

     He frowned through through your computer screen.

    “Hey! Jimin!”

    “Hyung? Museun il-iya?” You didn’t understand the Korean dialect, nor did you recognize the voice. You had met Namjoon’s friends over FaceTime before, but you had never really had a connection with any of them.

    “I yeojawa deiteuhaneun geos-e daehae eotteohge saeng-gaghaseyo?”

    “Nugu?”

    A boy’s round face appeared on screen. You giggled. He had a flat nose and round, apple cheeks.

    You waved.

    “Hi. I’m (y/n).” He frowned, then turned to Namjoon.

    “Naneun geunyeoga malhaneun geos-eul jeonhyeo moleunda.”

    “He says he has no clue what you’re saying.”

    “Oh. Wait, so I could say anything and he wouldn’t know?”

    “Well I mean—“

    “Jimin!”

    His eyes widened slightly as his name. You pretended to act bashful, batting your eyes and tucking a strand behind your ear.

    “You look really tiny and squishy. Like a baby.”

    He beamed at you, his eyes forming little crescent moons and his full lips splitting into a beautiful smile.

    “(y/n)!” Joon exclaimed.

    “He does! What, I could’ve said he looked like a little bitch, but I didn’t!”

    “That’s worse!”

    “Hyung, wae hwaga nani?” Jimin questioned, his smile slowly disappearing.

    “Geunyeoneun dangsin-i agicheoleom jaggo jilpeoghadago malhaessda,” he replied. Jimin turned to look at you, all the happiness drained from his face. He looked angry.

    “Nongdam hae? Naneun geunyeoga geuleon sig-eulo haengdonghaji anh-eul sudo issjiman naega teullyeossdago saeng-gaghabnida.”

    “Jimin?” He glared at you, then left frame.

    “Jimin wait! Ji— Joonie, tell him to come back.”

    “(y/n), he struggles with his body image.” Your stomach dropped.

    “I swear, I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t know. I’m serious. Can he come back so I can apologize, or—“

    “I think it’s best you give him some space. I’m gonna get to bed, anyway. Talk to you soon, (y/n).”

    “Yeah, see you.”

    “Joon!” You sprinted through the airport terminal towards him, wrapping him in a tight hug.

    “(y/n)! How are—“

    “Joonie, what the fuck?”

    “What?” You pulled away.

    “No, baby, your hair.”

    “What’s wrong with my hair?”

    You cringed at his poofy, afro-like style.

    “It’s... never mind.” He gave you a look, and you giggled.

    “I’m sorry no one else speaks much English,” he apologized, glancing at his entourage.

    “It’s not your fault.” You glanced nervously at Jimin. He caught you looking and responded with a cold stare right back. You glanced away.

    “Is he still mad? It was weeks ago,” you whispered to your friend.

    “Who, Jimin? Yeah, well he doesn’t really know you, so I guess he just views you as kind of a bitch.”

    “Joon!” You slapped his arm, and he laughed.

    “Okay, we gotta get our stuff unpacked and get to dance practice. Wanna come?”

    “Hell yeah I do.”

    You sat in front of the mirror, watching the boys get into their dancing clothes. They were all fairly young; close to your age aside from the oldest, Jin.

    You let your eyes wander over to Jimin, and your heart ached. You still felt really bad for what you had said. You barely knew the boy, but you wanted to. You wanted to know all of them.

    “Hyung, cheos beonjjae nolaeneun mueos-ibnikka?” Jungkook questioned. He was even younger than you.

    “Uh... Bulletproof Part Two. Geuleohdamyeon eottaeyo No More Dream?” Joon offered, and you had some inkling to what he was saying with the American phrases thrown in.

    “Joh-a, gaja.”

    Then, when your eyes were flicking over all seven of them, they stopped on Jimin. He had just taken off his sweatshirt, wearing nothing but a barely-there muscle tee. His arms and upper chest were on full display. You felt your mouth go dry, and your heartbeat sped up.

    “Woah,” you felt the word fall quietly from your parted lips, and you blushed.

    You couldn’t understand how Jimin struggled with his body image. He might have been a little on the short side, and his cheeks were adorably squishable, but his arms. Good god, his whole torso looked as though it was sculpted from stone. He was clearly the most muscular out of all the members. You couldn’t look away.

    He caught your eye and scoffed quietly. You lowered your eyes down to your hands in shame.

    The music began, and you perked up. Your friend has told you after you had met Joon that he was in a K-Pop group. You listened to the few songs they had released, and really enjoyed them. Because they were just debuting, there wasn’t much information about who they were or what they would do next.

    You were mesmerized by the dance, especially, though you hated to admit it, when Jimin was front and center. The way his shoulders moved during the chorus, the constant thrusting... you shook your head. There was no way you were catching feelings for a guy that hated you.

    “No More Dream!” Joon called, and they quickly got into their places. You were perfectly fine up until the second repetition of the chorus. Jimin was standing in the middle, and then, all of a sudden, decided to lift up his shirt, giving you the perfect view of his washboard abs. You coughed, covering up the sound you were about to make. His body was unearthly. He was cute, too. His hair could use a better cut, but he seemed like a nice person to be around. You really wanted to get to know him.

    “Joon? Can you come over here? With Jimin?” You nervously asked after their dance was done. Jimin was wiping himself with a towel when he heard his name.

    “Jimin!” Namjoon called.

    He strode over to the both of you.

    “I need you to be my translator,” you told Joon.

    “Okay.”

    “Listen, Jimin... I’m really really sorry for what I said. I didn’t know you would take it to heart, or the impact it would have on you at all. I didn’t mean any harm when I was saying it, and I really want to be your friend because you seem like a fun guy. I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot, but I’d really like to talk more. Granted, I’m not sure how since we both speak different languages, but I’m positive we could work it out somehow. I just... I’m really sorry, I feel so bad, and I hope you can forgive me.”

    Joon finished translating, and you watched Jimin’s face soften with every word.

    “(y/n),” he spoke your name. Your stomach flipped.

    “Yeah?”

    “It is okay.”

    You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.  

    He cracked a smile.

    “Geunyeoneun hyung-eul geogjeonghagoissda?” He chucked to Namjoon.

    “What did he say?”

    “He said you’re worried, and that there’s no reason for it.”

     “Did he really? Or is he saying I’m ugly or stupid or something?”

    Namjoon laughed, then translated what you had said to Jimin. He rapidly shook his head, looking concerned. He reached out and took your hand in his own. They were small, and you smiled at them.

    “(y/n) is friend,” he told you, staring deeply into your eyes. You swallowed, your cheeks flushing.

    “Thank you.”

    Your eyes darted over to Namjoon, who was holding in a laugh.

    “Oh, fuck off,” you glared at him, quickly taking your hands back. Jimin smirked, his arrogant personality back after your little moment.

    “Geunyeoneun jeongmal eoli seogda.”

    “I hate talking like this. Can I teach them English? Or vise versa?”

     “Actually, I talked to management. You know we have to keep our friendship on the down low, right?”

    You nodded.

    “Well, we actually have a bunch of international fans, and we want to be able to communicate with them. The main language is English, so we want to learn rather than just talking in Korean.”

    “Okay. I could help with that,” you offered.

    “Really? That’d actually be great. It’s pretty tiring teaching them English alone.”

    “I mean, I doubt I’ll be much help, since I don’t speak Korean. But I could talk to them and help fix their English.”

    “That’s fine. Honestly, that’s great. I could use all the help I can get.”

     “Great! And not to change the subject or anything, but I’m really hungry, and you guys look kind of tired, so who’s up for some food?”

    “Eumsig meog-eul lae?” Joon called. The boys perked up.

    “Yeah!” They crowed, getting their things together.

    “Okay, (y/n). You live here. Where’s the best restaurant?”

(six years later)

    “I am so happy!” Jungkook exclaimed over FaceTime.

    “What happened?” You questioned, leaning closer to the screen.

    “The concert was very amazing. We did a good job.” He gave you two thumbs up, and you laughed.

    “That’s awesome to hear. Have you—“

    “Geugeos-eun (y/n)ibnikka?” Jimin’s voice was heard.

    “Is that Jimin?” You asked Jungkook. He looked somewhere offscreen.

    “Ye (y/n)ibnida. Insa haejuseyo.” Jimin’s face peaked into view, and you flashed a small korean heart.

    “Jiminie!”

    “(y/n/n)! Guess where we are going tomorrow?” His slow English and thick accent was so endearing to you.

    “Where?”

    “America!”

    You perked up.

    “Wait, actually?”

    “Yeah! Are you happy?”

    “Happy? I’m ecstatic!”

    He frowned.

    “I’m really happy, yeah,” you confirmed with a wide smile.

    “That is good! Will we see you at the concert?”

    “I mean, I didn’t get a ticket, but—“

    “It is okay! We will get you inside. I can talk to BigHit, and you can stay behind stage,” Kook grinned.

    “Backstage, Ggukie.”

    “Oh, right. Backstage.”

    “We will see you soon!” Jimin beamed, giving you a bunch of flying kisses. You laughed and pretended to catch every one.

    “I miss you already, Chim,” you waved. He gave you one more kiss through the screen and walked away. You sighed.

    “I should go, too. See you soon, (y/n)!” Jungkook smile.

    “Bye, Gguk!”

    “Bye!”

    The knock on your door made your heart jump. The boys had told you not to meet them at the airport because it was always so crowded, and Army didn’t know you were close. BigHit still didn’t allow it. That’s why you got the text from the company telling you the time to arrive at the venue, and that you would be in a room backstage, watching the concert from a screen. You were slightly disappointed you couldn’t watch it right in front of you, but whatever you could do to support your boys, you would.

    “Open up!” Joonie’s voice made your heart leap.

    “I’m coming, I’m coming,” you grinned, opening the door. You were immediately smothered in a hug, muscular arms wrapped around your body.

    “We missed you!” Jimin’s voice was slightly muffled by your sweatshirt, but you could still tell was he was saying, and hugged him tightly back.

    “I missed you too. All of you,” you glanced up at the other members, smiling fondly at your half/hidden face. Jimin refused to let go, and you gradually became more aware of his body on yours. Your cheeks turned pink.

    “Jimin...” you poked him. He only held you tighter. The boys snickered.

    “Alright Jimin, that’s enough,” Joonie took a step forward and tapped his shoulder. Jimin gave you one last squeeze before letting go, his soft-looking cheeks slightly flushed.

    “Can we hug?” Tae questioned hopefully.

    “Of course we can,” you smiled brightly. You gave each of the boys a separate hug, skipping over Jimin (much to his dismay).

    “Listen, I know you guys have a concert later, so I thought we could just chill out for an hour or so and then head over to the venue.”

    “Sounds good to me,” Joon grinned.

    “Can we cook?” Jin questioned, his eyes bright.

    “I guess... just don’t make a mess!”

    He was already running past you and into the house. You turned back to the other six.

    “So... movie?” You offered.

    They cheered.

    No matter how many times you saw the boys live, you always thought you were ready. Obviously, you never were. It was impossible for you to be prepared for something that always managed to exceed your expectations. You were backstage, watching the end of Best of Me with tears in your eyes. You were so proud of your boys. Each one of their shining personalities made your heart full enough to burst. You checked the setlist in your phone, realizing that Jimin’s solo was up next. You had seen clips on it online, read tweets, but nothing could make you ready enough for his dancing and vocals live.

    The man moved with the grace of a ballerina, and his voice was somehow stable even with the difficult movements. Every time his shirt lifted to expose his abs, your heart pattered in you chest. Park Jimin was both an angel and a devil. Though his face looked innocent, in his eyes, you could see he knew his affect on people. His song ended, and you cheered loudly with the audience. You watched him walk offstage, and then gave Joon a pat on the back as he jogged on. Jimin quickly ran to change, nearly breezing past you. He stopped, backtracking with a smirk.

    “So?”

    “So? Jimin, you were extraordinary.”

    “You think so?”

    “I fell in love with you like seven times,” you blurted. His eyebrows shot up.

    “That good?”

    “Um...” you trailed off nervously.

    “(y/n)?” He took a step towards you, his full lips turning up into a sly smile.

    “I mean... I...”

    “This has gone on so long. Can you admit it finally?”

    “Admit what, Jimin? What are you implying?”

    “I am not the ‘tiny squishy baby’ anymore.”

    “Really? You’re still on about that? I—“

    You were cut off by a pair of soft lips roughly pressed against your own. You began to kiss back, and suddenly he had you up against the wall.

    “Jimin,” you forced yourself to pull away. “This can’t happen. Management will kill us!”

    He didn’t bother responded, instead pulling you back into a deep kiss. You grabbed his shirt, ignoring every instinct to stop. You stumbled over to the couch, and Jimin pushed you onto it, straddling you. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your heart was caught in your throat.

    “Let them try to pull me away from you,” he murmured against your skin, sending chills down your spine.

    “Jimin?”

    “Hm?” He stopped, his face a breath away from your own.

    “You have to go on soon.”

    “Jenjang, ne mal-i maj-a!" He exclaimed.

    “Um...?”

    “You are right!”

    “Good luck, I know you’ll be amazing.” You placed a kiss on his cheek. He flushed, and you laughed. Funny how he was the one making you blush not ten seconds ago.

    “I will see you after the show,” he winked, and rushed out of the room.

    Five months. You had been dating Jimin for five months, and you couldn’t take the secrecy. You couldn’t ever see him in public. You would go days at a time without so much as a phone call. You knew it would be difficult, especially with the language barrier. The amount you cared for him... you knew none of the issues would matter. You could never leave Jimin. He meant too much to you. But the hiding... it had to stop. You were on the verge of tears when you got his call. You immediately answered, your bottom lip quivering.

    You just needed to hear his voice.

    “Annyeong, jagi!”

    But his soothing tone did nothing to calm you down. Instead, you burst into tears.

    “(y/n)? Jagi, what’s wrong? Tell me. Talk to me.”

    “Jimin...”

    “Wait.”

    He hung up. A FaceTime request lit up your phone, but you declined.

     He texted you.

What’s wrong??

    You sighed, and texted him back.

i don’t want you to see me like this ://

    You watched the text bubble as he typed.

But I want to see YOU

Please (y/n)

I miss you

    You sighed, tears falling from your eyes. You missed him too. More than words could say.

i’m sorry

i miss you too jiminie more than you know

but i can’t i wish i could :((

i’m sorry i just can’t have you see me like this

    You sent the texts, wrapping your arms around your stomach.

You are so lucky I don’t get angry

Also for I am good at surprises

    You frowned at his confusing English, but suddenly heard your front door and jumped to a start. The lock clicked, and it was opened. Only two people had a key to your apartment. You... and Jimin.

     “Jagi, baby, darling, lovely princess?” The familiar voice rang through the room outside. You felt a sob shake your core. Jimin must have heard, because in a flash he was in your room, and you were in his arms, and suddenly you could cry freely and breathe properly at the same time. He tightened his grip around your body. You sobbed into his shirt, clinging to him like a lifeline.

    “Baby baby baby,” he spoke in dulcet tones, his voice rolling over you in soothing waves.

    “Please,” your voice cracked. “Sing? Can you sing?”

    “Of course, my love.”

    Jimin began to sing Promise, and your shoulders slumped. You were weak in his loving embrace.

    “Why are you hear? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love having you, and I’m so, so happy you’re here. But... where’s the crew of people? Where are the boys? I don’t get it, I—“

    “This was supposed to be a bigger and better surprise.” You gazed up at him, your eyes wide. “We had something better planned. The hotel... it is really close to here. But I, uh... I’m not supposed to be here.”

    “Jimin!”

    “I know, I know. I... I was so worried about you. I’m sorry, I ruin whole secret surprise, but I had to hold you again. I needed you in my arms. Okay?”

    “Mhm.”

    “Now, why are you so sad? Please tell me, jagi.”

    “Jiminie... this is hard. This relationship. And of course I’m willing to work on it. But that doesn’t mean it won’t take a toll on my mental health.”

    “Speak to me.”

    After hours of talking, Jimin was ready to talk to BigHit about possibly going public. His leg bounced; as did yours. You were both beyond nervous about Army’s reaction. That was, if BigHit even allowed it.

    “I will let you know when they tell me. And dinner here tonight?” Jimin confirmed. You nodded, feeling much lighter and happier after your talk, but exhausted from crying.

    “We have the concert tomorrow. Will you come?”

    “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you smiled.

    “Good,” he beamed.

    BigHit had hooked you up with an amazing seat, right in between two very friendly Armys. You all shared your stories, yours slightly fabricated, of how and why you decided to stan BTS. Soon, the concert started, and you were plunged into the world of Bangtan Sonyeondan. Though you cared for all the boys, you had eyes only for Jimin. You watched him the entire time, and your heart soared to see him so happy.

    As Army Time drew nearer, there was a brief sort of intermission where the boys went backstage. You felt your phone vibrate, and unlocked it to see a text from Jimin.

Hey can you come backstage??

    You were about to reply with your confusion, when a large bodyguard tapped your shoulder.

    “(y/n), correct?”

    You nodded.

    “You’re needed.”

    You followed him until you had no clue where you were. You suddenly found yourself backstage. The boys were crowded together in a huddle when Hoseok noticed you.

    “(y/n)!”

    “Hi guys!”

    They smothered you in a group hug.  

    “Why’d you guys need me here?”

    “Trust me, you’ll want to stay backstage for this,” Yoongi winked.

    “I—what?”

    “Just... trust him,” Namjoon smirked.

    “Okay...?”

    Someone yelled in Korean, and the boys hurried to their places.

    “Just wait, (y/n)!” Jungkook offered you a scrunch-nosed, bunny smile. You beamed back, still extremely curious.

     It was time for the boys to speak to Army, when Joon brought the mic to his lips. The crowd hushed.

    “Army!”

    As soon as they were quiet, Army roared to life.

    “We’ve had quite a night. And because you guys have been so good to us, we’ve decided to let you in on a little secret.”

    He paused for the screams and applause that followed.

    “It’s kind of personal, so...”

    The yells got louder. You were curious as to what personal secret the boys were going to share.

    “But this secret... this secret pertains very specifically to one of our members, so Jimin...”

    Everyone was cheering. It slowly began to dawn on you what was going on. At least, you thought... no, it couldn’t be.

    “Okay, Army.”

    The stadium filled with the sound of thousands of people crying out in excitement.

    “So... RM met someone a really long time ago, before our debut. And he talked to her all of the time. So we ask: who is this? And he said ‘she is (y/n), my friend.’”

    Your heart stopped. Jimin knew you were listening, and his wide smile grew with each word he meticulously spoke.

    “(y/n) was from America, so there was language problem. And when I first saw her on computer, she said I looked like a baby.”

    Everyone laughed loudly, and he giggled as well.

    “I was upset... because I did not want to look like a baby. But when we met in America we had a talk with RM because he knew American language. So she said sorry and I was okay again.”

    There was a scattering of “aw”s.

    “We talked a lot of time. She was so funny and she help me with my English. See, it is better now, yes?”

    The crowd agreed, happiness on their faces. You beamed.

    “So now we are best friends. I could not have done this without her.”

     You felt your eyes begin to water. Though you lived the story, the carefully chosen words brought you to tears.

    “The good new is that she is here tonight. (y/n)? Yes, come out please. It is okay.” He looked backstage to you, and your eyes widened. He beckoned for you to join him onstage.

    You walked shakily onto the stage. The size of the stadium made you slightly dizzy. Jimin saw your discomfort and put an arm around your shoulders. The crowd went wild.

    “This is (y/n). I know...” he trailed off, being cut off by the thunderous applause.

    “I know she does not like being main person...? Hyung, naegajuui jibjung-eul eotteohge malhaneungeoya?”

    “Center of attention,” Namjoon answered with a grin.

    “She does not like being center of attention. But I want Army to know how I feel.”

    “Jiminie, what are you doing?” You breathed in shock.

     You were surprised when his mic picked up what you had said, and you turned bright red.

    “I am telling Army my feelings,” he replied, smiling beautifully.

     He took your hands in his, and Army screamed louder than ever.

    “(y/n) has been with me through good time and bad time. She is always so kind and silly. And she is a part of Army.”

    There was more cheering.

    “You all know I love Army, so... so, I love, love, love (y/n).”

    If you had thought the reaction before was big, you were completely blown away by now. Jimin grabbed his mic with his hand and whispered in a low tone, just to you.

    “Are you okay?”

    You nodded, tears threatening to spill over your cheeks.

    “Hey, hey don’t cry,” he frowned and wiped your tears.

    “I’m just so happy,” you smiled, crying.

    “Can I kiss you?”

    “Mhm,” you nodded.

    He wrapped your tightly in his arms and pressed his lips against yours. Army was deafening. You heard Namjoon mention how he had been the one to introduce you two, which garnered a laugh.

    “Alright you two, you’ll have plenty of time after the show,” Joon rolled his eyes. You pulled away, gazing into Jimin’s gorgeous eyes. They sparkled with happiness. You smiled broadly, giving him one last peck on his full lips. Yoongi mimed throwing up, and Jin rolled his eyes.

    “You know what? Next time you guys need a place to crash, don’t come to me,” you shrugged. They began to whine, and you felt a surge of pride when you realized you got thousands of people to laugh.

    “So, long story short, (y/n) is like a sister to me, and she’s really close to the rest of the boys. I mean, I’m sure you could already tell, but Jimin, if you’d like to actually say it—“

    “(y/n)neun nae yeoja chingu ya!”

    “Yeah, what he just said is that (y/n) is his girlfriend.”

    “And I love her very much,” he mumbled shyly.

    “Alright, I’m gonna go backstage now...” you gestured and began to slowly depart. Everyone laughed again, and you waved.

    “Nice meeting you,” you shouted at the top of your lungs, the sound reaching their mics. “Oh, and follow my twitter stan account!” You giggled. With that, Army freaked out. You couldn’t wait to see the tweets later, attempting to find your account. Maybe you would blow up.

    From backstage, you watched the rest of the show, a feeing of total euphoria encompassing you.

    Once the boys were done, Jimin pulled you aside.

    “Let us take a selca! For twitter!”

    “Really? But—“

    “No buts! Smile, jagi!”

    You hid half of your face in his sweaty shirt and smiled at the phone.

     “Perfect. I want to see good comments,” he glowed excitedly.

    “I hope they’re good.”

    “They will be great.”

    You logged onto your own twitter, and you noticed you had a bunch of dms, asking if you were The (y/n). You decided to keep that to yourself. Instead, you tweeted:

i will not confirm nor deny that i am or could be ‘that (y/n)’, y’all can figure that out for yourself ;))

    You got the notification that BTS tweeted, and immediately clicked the post. You saw the picture of the both of you, and a couple scrolls through the comments gave you a translation

[trans; I had a wonderful time tonight! Thank you for loving (y/n) as much as i do💜💜 #JIMIN]

    You immediately texted Jimin.

i saw the pic, thanks so much for making this night so memorable :)) i love you more than anything baby

     The text bubble appeared, and you read it with a smile on your face.

I am so glad you liked it!! I can’t wait to get back to the hotel and sleep because I am so so tired

Make sure to come and visit me

I miss you

    You giggled and texted back.

could i... maybe... stay the night?? i’m tired too and i just wanna be with you

i need cuddles :((

    You waited anxiously for his reply.

yes of course jagi

i love you and i will see you soon :)

    That night, you curled up under the covers with Jimin’s arms wrapped tightly around you.

    “I love you so much, baby,” he pressed a kiss to your ear after whispering. You smiled, warmth filling your chest.

    “I love you too baby. More than anything.”

    “Hey, only I can say that,” he mumbled. You squeezed his hand.

    “Say what?”

    “You are my baby. I am not a baby.”

    You laughed softly.

    “Okay, fine. I love you too, Jimin.”

    He whined quietly.

    “Jimbles.”

    “Better.”

#park jimin #jimin x reader #bts fanfic #jimin fanfic #bts

[yeppeojiwrites]

beauty and a beat (unofficial chapter)//bang chan

warnings: a little bit of swearing but like twice so don’t worry

pairings: bang chan x female reader (she’s a little bit of an oc)

word count: 2,499

yo!

so this isn’t an actual chapter of beauty and a beat but it serves as a kind of informational (??is that the right word??) chapter about the relationship between the reader and chan and why chan likes her. there will be more unofficial chapters like this in the future for different characters. 

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plain text is english

bold text is korean

bold italicized text is korean with honorifics (noona, hyung, unnie, oppa, etc.)

--

Chan has had feelings for you from the first time he talked to you. 

In the first video call the two of you had back in May 2018, he found himself enamored of you. He found you so beautiful, with your then chin-length dark brown hair and your milk-chocolate skin and pretty eyes, and the way you talked and explained things...he knew that you would be not only a great musician to have helping his group with their next few albums but a great person for him to have a romantic relationship with. 

The romantic relationship thing fell flat when he found out that you were 17 years old turning 18 while he was 19 years old turning 20. That’s fine, he figured. We can be friends.

His impression of you only grew when he found out that you were basically fluent in Korean. “Why did you learn it?” he asked in genuine interest. 

“I got into K-Pop when I was 10 years old in 2011. My first song was ‘Hot Summer’ by F(X) and not too long after ‘Hot Summer’ was released, ‘Be Mine’ by Infinite came out and by then I was sold.” you started. 

“Ah, I remember when those songs came out! I was 13 years old and it was my first summer in South Korea after I became a trainee,” Chan reminisced. “But continue, sorry.” You smiled and waved off his apology. 

“Don’t worry about it. But as I was saying, in my tween obsession, I took it upon myself to try to learn Korean so I could understand what the artists were saying in their songs. So, I started by watching lyric videos on YouTube and writing down the Hangul and the English translations and then I watched dramas like, um, Boys Over Flowers and The Heirs. By 2015, I could understand and read Korean but my pronunciation was weird so I joined some language exchange apps where I met some really nice people, as well as some really weird older guys, but the really nice people and I exchanged information and we would video chat and after a while my grammar and my speech improved.” you said. “That was a lot, I’m sorry.” you apologized. This time he waved you off. 

“Don’t worry!” he laughed. “So how did you get into music?” he asked you.

“My parents have had me in piano lessons since I was 5 years old and vocal lessons since I was 7, but I stopped after I turned 14. My dad was very involved in music production. He used to write jingles for commercials and he helped make some demos for music made by smaller artists. I think my mom told me that he proposed to her with a song he wrote himself.” you laughed. 

“But when I was 14, my dad got into a really bad car accident and he was stuck in a coma and was basically brain dead, so we...you know. That was a tough time for me but music, especially K-Pop helped me through it. My dad had a small home studio set up in a room in my house and before he passed, my dad taught me how to use everything. So I would do little projects where I made songs that I wanted to hear. The first project that a company decided to use was called ‘Eclipse’ and it was something I made in October 2016 and posted on a website where producers share demos or instrumentals, and production companies can buy them to use in songs. I was contacted in January 2017 by a newer company called Blockberry Creative who wanted to know if they could use my song for their upcoming girl group and I agreed.” 

“Do you know what the song is now?” Chan asked. You nodded. 

“It was released in May 2017 for the debut of the Loona member Kim Lip. They decided to keep the title the same.” you tell him. “Have you heard it?” you asked him. He shook his head. 

“I’ll play it for you,” you said, pulling out your phone. 

“Wait, no.” he says. You look back at your laptop in confusion.

“What?” you asked. 

“Sing it.” he says. 

“It would be better if I played it,” you say shyly. A smile spreads across Chan’s face. 

“You can’t be shy now. We’ve already started the partnership and I’m going to need to hear your voice anyways, so why not start now?” he asks. You bite your lip in hesitation before sighing. 

“Fine, but only because of your dimples.” you agree which causes Chan to laugh. 

“My dimples?” he asks. 

“Yes, now do you want to hear me sing or not?” you ask him in a fake serious tone. 

“Go ahead,” he says. 

“I’ll sing the Korean version since I forgot the lyrics to the demo. Are you ready?” you ask him, a little nervous. 

“I can feel your nervous energy through the screen. It’s fine, don’t worry okay!” Chan reassures you. You sighed one last time before you began. 

“It begins eclipse

In the shaded shadows where you and I meet

It happened in the fate

The light which is lighted by mind of us

Come closer to me

This is eclipse

I can’t keep my eyes off, so will you be with me continually?

Unforgettable eclipse, it’s destiny.” 

Chan felt himself in even more awe. You were nervous for no reason. Your voice’s timbre was beautiful and your breath control and technique had to have been professionally learned.

“How would you feel about joining JYP Entertainment as a trainee?” Chan joked which caused you to laugh. 

“I’ll think about it,” you laughed. 

--

From that night in May, you and Chan created a great friendship. 

You’ve both seen each other at your worst; Chan seeing you at your worst first. Finals week sucks. 

Time differences were very hard. With Seoul being 14 hours ahead of Chicago, someone was always going to bed late while someone was waking up early. Each day that you had school, you would spend a couple hours doing homework before videochatting. Both of you were fatigued for a while but when school ended for summer break, you had much more time to work. 

“Hey Chan?” you asked one night while the two of you were working on “M.I.A”. 

“Hmm?” he hummed as he played a beat over and over again on the computer. 

“Have you heard of this rap group from SoundCloud called 3RACHA?” you asked him. He smiled a bit. 

“Yeah, why?”

“They’re pretty cool and they have really good songs.” you sighed. 

“Yeah, I think they’re really good too,” you said. 

“They haven’t made a song since like 2017 though,” you said before groaning. “They need to comeback so they can save the South Korean rap industry again!” you exclaimed. He laughed. 

“I’m sure they’ll come back soon.” 

“I wonder if they’re handsome,” you tell him, leaning back in your chair. 

“I think they are, especially CB97,” he said, moving a sound clip to a part of a song he was recording. 

“Oh, have you met them before?” you asked, leaning forward in your chair. 

“Yeah, we’re pretty close,” he said. 

“I’m gonna Google them to find a photo,” you declare. 

“Hm, alright,” he responds. 

“Th-ree-ra-chaaaa,” you mumble as you type in the search bar. “Oh, a ‘P.A.C.E’ lyric video!” you say excitedly. Suddenly, your eyebrows begin to furrow. 

“CB Ninety- Chan you motherfu-You’re the fakest person I know! You’re literally the fakest person on the planet!” you yell. 

“So are we hot?” he asks, a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“Choke,” you say flatly, to which Chan laughs. 

--

“Hey Chan, I got an email from this company called KQ Entertainment,” you told Chan one day via FaceTime in September. 

“Oh, Ateez’s company! Changbin knows one of the members.” Chan says. “What did they email you about?”

“They want me to come to South Korea to work as a producer for Ateez’s next few albums. KQ will pay for my living expenses and everything.” you tell him. Chan’s head snaps to face you on his phone screen. 

“Like...this South Korea? The one I’m in right now?” Chan asks dumbfounded. 

“Uh, yeah,” you tell him. 

“Have you talked to your mom about this?” Chan asks, trying to tone down his excitement in the event that you tell him that you can’t go. 

“She says that I can go and my sister thinks that it’s a great idea...” you trailed off. 

“Then why do you sound so sad?” Chan asked you. 

“I visit my dad’s grave every two weeks. I have money saved up from birthdays, Christmas, Easter, royalties, the money from JYP for helping you guys out with I Am Who and I Am You and other odd jobs that I’ve taken up over the years and I can afford to fly to Korea but...I don’t know. I know that some people think of this as a job of a lifetime...but I just...I don’t know, Chan.” you sigh. “What should I do?” you ask him. Chan felt his heart hurt at your facial expression. 

“I don’t know what I would do. If you want to come here, maybe take something of your father’s like a shirt or a photo of him,” Chan suggested. “Wouldn’t you be able to work from your house?” he asked. 

“KQ feels like it would be more efficient if I lived there so I could be easily accessible and so time zones wouldn’t be an issue.” 

“How badly do you want to go?” Chan asked you. You laughed slightly. 

“It’s been my dream since my demo for ‘Eclipse’ was first used,” you tell him. “I hadn’t thought about it prior to my demos being used.” 

“Follow your heart, (Y/N),” Chan tells you. “Do you hear me?” he asks you. You nod. 

“I have to go soon, we have to start filming the music video for the title track that YOU helped me work on in SOUTH KOREA,” Chan said. 

“Are you trying to influence me?” you laughed. 

“Maybe a little bit,” he said. “Bang Chan, we need your for filming!” you heard a voice off-screen. 

“I’ll be right there,” Chan said to the source of the voice. 

“I’ll let you go, Channie. Thanks for listening.” 

“Anytime, (Y/N),” he replies.

“Chan, one last thing!” you tell him. 

“What?” 

“You look really handsome with your curly brown hair.” you tell him. 

“What what-” “See you later, Channie!” you say before hanging up. 

He sighed, his cheeks reddening. Minho came up next to him. “Who were you talking to that has you so flustered?” he asked. 

“No one,” Chan replied, sliding his phone into his pocket. 

“Oh, it was (Y/N), wasn’t it?” Minho said, leaning closer to Chan. 

“No,” Chan said unconvincingly. 

“Yes, it was, you cradle robber!” Minho exclaimed. 

“Are we talking about Chan having the fattest crush on Lav?” Jisung comes over, taking a sip from a bottle of water. 

“No, we aren’t, and no, I don’t have a ‘fat crush’ on Lav,” Chan groans. 

“Oh he totally has a crush on Lav, he’s a cradle robber.” Woojin said, standing up next to the forming group around Chan.

“I’m not a cradle robber!” Chan exclaimed.

“That’s totally something a cradle robber would say,” Jisung whispers to Minho who nods in agreement. 

“I heard that,” Chan warned. 

“What did (Y/N) say?” Changbin asked, coming up from behind Chan. Chan shifted a little bit, knowing his younger member’s feelings towards you. 

“KQ Entertainment emailed her about coming to Korea and working on a few albums for their new boy group,” Chan said. 

“So she’s coming here?” Changbin asked, excitedly. Chan relished in knowing he had the ability to change Changbin’s mood with a single phrase. 

“She wants to but she isn’t sure if she can,” Chan says. Changbin’s happy mood changes into a dejected one. Jisung throws an arm around Changbin. 

“Here’s the other cradle robber,” Jisung teases, poking Changbin’s cheek. 

“I’m not a cradle robber,” Changbin exclaims, pushing Jisung off of him. 

“That’s something a cradle robber would say,” Minho whispers. 

“You guys are annoying, I’m going to go film,” Chan says, standing up from his chair. 

“Make sure your scene looks nice for Lav!” Minho yells. Chan ignores him. 

“Hey, Binnie, did your scene look good for Lav?” Woojin asks Changbin. 

“Chan’s right, you guys are annoying,” Changbin says as he walks away in the opposite direction as Chan. 

“I hope their rivalry doesn’t split us up,” Woojin says, crossing his arms as he looks between the two boys. 

“Me too,” Felix agrees. 

--

“Channie?” you say into your phone, your speech slurred from sleep. It was two in the morning after all.   

“Lav? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Chan asked worried. 

“I’m gonna go to Korea,” you tell him, your pronunciation a bit off. 

“What?”

“I just had a dream that I went to Korea, and it was great and I feel like things would be just as great in Korea as they were in my dream. I’m gonna go to Korea.” you tell him. 

“What about your dad?” Chan asked you. You sighed. 

“I’ve gone four years without him. It’ll be tough, but I’ll be able to go four more years if I have you and the rest of the guys by my side.” you tell him. Chan smiled. 

“Why are you telling me this in Korean?” Chan laughed. 

“I wanted to see if I could speak Korean while half-awake and I feel like what I’m telling you is more meaningful when it’s said in Korean.” you slur. 

“Go to sleep, (Y/N). We can talk later.” he says. You hum in agreement. 

“Good night, Channie. I love you.” you tell him before hanging up. 

“Wait Lav-” the line beeped. 

“I love you too.” he whispered. 

“Cradle robber!” Jisung sang as he passed the doorway to Chan’s dorm room. 

“Shut up!” Chan yelled. 

--

Chan received a text from you on November 17, 2018, at 1 PM in Seoul, before a variety show appearance. 

1 new message from lav <3

lav <3: channie!!! look!!! it didn’t hurt that much!!

attached image

Chan clicked on the image and his eyes widened. You had gotten a small-ish tattoo of a stalk of lavender on your left forearm. 

chan: SDKLFSJLKFJ what did you do??????

lav <3: are you blind?? i got a birthday tattoo!!! i’ve been 18 years old since the 10th!!!

chan: (y/n) it looks really nice! it complements your skin tone!

lav <3: thanks!! it stings and i’ll have to put the tattoo solve on it for a while but it’s TOTALLY worth it. i’m getting another one next month!!

chan: where? 

lav <3: don’t worry about it, channie

chan: what do you mean???

lav <3: not like that!!! the odds of you being able to see it are VERY slim though

chan: ???? that doesn’t worry me any less but go ahead i suppose

--

author’s note: 

here’s something that describes the relationship between the reader and chan and a little bit between chan and changbin!! i have yet to start working on the third part of the actual fic BUT i’m going to start tomorrow. alright homies, its 10 pm and i have school tomorrow so i’m going to dip!! see you guys in the next one! 

ellie <3 

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#stray kids #stray kids scenarios #bang chan #bang chan scenarios #chan scenarios #kpop scenarios #yeppeojiwrites

[hydrospanners]

A-Z on the writing meme because I need to know absolutely everything immediately.

WELP okay but just remember you asked for what’s about to happen. meme is here. most of this is under a cut cause i’m longwinded as hell.

A. If you could rec a piece of music to accompany one of your fics, what would you pick? Why?

Um I absolutely was vibing to Lips by The xx when I wrote a wish your heart makes and you should too.

B. Who’s your favorite side-character from something you wrote?

I feel like the answer here is supposed to be Doc because he is not The Main Character in the game but also I have written about him and from his POV so much it feels unfair to call him a side character at this point. So instead I’m going to say this random woman named Cherita who was just trying to make a midnight snack for her pregnant wife from a little eggstra. I thought she had a lot of character for someone I pulled out of my ass for the sake of an outside perspective.

C. Get any good comments on your stuff this year?

I am thirsty for praise and I feel every single comment is a good comment but I think the one that sticks out to me is when I wrote a wish your heart makes someone said something like “if you like doc at all you have to read this” and I don’t remember who it was or where they said it but it really stuck with me!!! If that was you, thank you!!!!

D. Any drawings or pictures that had a big influence on your writing?

No!!! I feel guilty about this answer somehow but it’s true. I think it would be a fun challenge to try to write a piece of fic inspired by someone’s art so I may play with that idea next year (Editor’s Note: it was still 2k18 when I wrote the answer for this one) but for 2k18 the answer is no. :(

E.  Who’s your favorite main character you’ve written?

I feel like this answer is obvious but it’s my girl Rea. I’ve reincarnated her as an Inquisitor and a Pathfinder but the OG Jedi Knight is still my fave.

F. What stories are you planning for the future?

I won’t pretend that a lot of planning goes in to my fic. I normally only write short bits so it kind of goes like this: I have a concept, I write the bit I fixate on, and then it sits in my WIPs for five years until I get motivated during some Fictober or something to finally finish it.

I will say I do have serious designs to finally finish the second chapter of the things you do for love are gonna come back to you one by one as that one is a little more complex than stuff I usually write. I have plans to do some kinda flashback-y thing that finally lays out The Velaran Backstory in clear and obvious terms after years of hints and tidbits I’ve been peppering through my fic. I also have a thing planned and kinda partly written about the first instance of horrific violence in the lives of all the Knight’s companions. Also I have a long series of AU vignettes that glimpses into universes where Rea is a Sith or Kira never made it off Korriban or Rusk remained a pacifist or where Rea never joined the Jedi after losing her family the second time. Stuff like that.

G. Where do you think you grew the most this year?

Structure? I’ve been really working on trusting my reader to bridge some gaps and not letting myself get caught up in details that are important for me to know to write the next part but that don’t necessarily need to be in the story. I think I’ve really tightened up my game where trimming the fat and staying focused are concerned.

H.  How do you write? Paper, pen, computer? Music, no music?

My fic writing process is very different from when I am trying to write original stuff and is even kind of different depending on the mood I’m going for? I always write fic in Google Drive cause I write fic from a lot of different machines and need the easy cloud saving.

My ideal condition for fic writing is listening to instrumental music or ambient sounds playing through headphones either in a coffeehouse or the library or when I am at home completely alone. Angst and smut are best written at night with the lights low and warm. Comedy and fluff are best written in the late afternoon/early evening after one single alcoholic beverage (any more than and one I am drunk and no longer capable of writing).

Realistically though, I usually write in whatever time I have. Mostly at work. My job requires me to sit at a desk and wait for things to happen. Since I start work at 5am, things usually aren’t happening. Even with me going out of my way to create new work for myself and excel at what work I do have, I have a lot of downtime. I spend it writing fic. I get interrupted too much to have the focus I need for original writing, but fic writing is much easier so mostly I write my fic at this bland little desk under the terrible fluorescent lights with lots of noise and interruptions, occasionally playing a thematic playlist very quietly in the background.

I.  What’s your favorite work you did this year? Why?

This is a very tough question. Surprisingly, I published a lot of things that I really liked? ([not pictured: me high fiving me for finally allowing myself to state that I like my own writing]) I think I’ll go with when the wicked play if I have to pick just one. Relative to my other work I think it’s very structurally sound and thematically focused and pretty efficient with its characterization and imagery without ever getting too sparse. Also I’m a slut for examining the commonplace nature of violence and brutality in the Star Wars universe.

J.  What are the best jokes you told this year? Any jokes you thought were funny that people didn’t catch? Vice-versa?

I’m gonna say the pun I used as the title for bars and stripes. Honestly the whole fic is a joke and I like it and I don’t care if anyone catches it or not because I know that I am hilarious and no one will ever convince me otherwise.

K. Who have you killed this year? Why did they have to die?

No one, I think? I don’t think I even mentioned any specific off-screen deaths except for shit from the decades old Tragic Backstories. Not even Valkoriate. I’m not an especially murderful writer, maybe because I haven’t had to deal with a lot of that kind of loss in my own life. Mostly I write about things that are somehow adjacent to my own emotional state/journey. That’s why I fixate a lot on the weight of duty and moral philosophy and the nuances and complications of relationships, of how you can hurt someone and be hurt by them and still love them and how messy yet fulfilling the whole thing is. Thankfully--for me--not a lot of grieving the dead in there yet.

L.  Which character did you most write about this year, and why do you like ‘em?

Pretty sure it’s Rea. Maybe Doc because of the Docember thing I squeezed in at the last second but I’m still pretty sure it’s Rea. Pretty sure it always is.

There’s a particular kind of release I get from writing her because her whole sloppy person is a part of me that doesn’t often see the light of day. I won’t say she’s aspirational because I like who I am and I don’t have any special destiny or Force powers or anything to save me when the consequences of living like she does catch up. But there are pieces of her that I admire, pieces that are still part of me that I have a hard time expressing, and spending time with her gives me a little more strength to unlock those dark musty corners of who I am, I guess? Writing Rea makes me a little more bold, a little less apologetic, a little less prone to overthinking and anxious fretting and a little more prone to doing. She makes me feel strong enough to ask for the things I want and confident enough to feel like I deserve them.

Also she is a damn good time, even when she’s falling apart.

M. Meta! Have any meta about a story you’re dying to throw out there?

Of course I do. I could ramble for hours about the story behind any single one of my stories. Aren’t all of us creative types like that??? Don’t we all love to talk about what we were going for and why we made the choices we did??? What we liked and what we think needs improvement??? Why we wanted to make the thing we made in the first place???

I could ramble about this for hours and honestly the possibilities are overwhelming so I am not going to go into any detail and just say yes. Obviously I am willing to ramble about the story behind every single story I’ve published but there’s 63 of them so if there’s something specific you want to hear about you’ll have to ask about the specific one!!!

N. Anything you were planning to write that never got written?

Nothing will ever be “never got written” until I am dead and unable to write. I am still going back to WIPs from 2014. I am rewriting garbage exercises I wrote in 2013. I like to think everything in my WIP folder will eventually be moved to my Published folder and I am going to keep thinking that until I am physically incapable of writing.

O. Do you believe in outlines? Show us one!

I believe in them very much and yet I do not practice them usually. I rely on them more with my original work which is longer and more involved and doesn’t already have a convenient structure to follow in the form of 300000 hours of video game. Most of my fic is really short, just a single scene or so. I usually start out by writing the moment that inspired me to write the fic and fill in the before and after. I do have an outline for the second half of the things you do for love are gonna come back to you one by one but I don’t really want to share it for something that isn’t written yet!

P. What are your pet peeves in other people’s work?

This question makes me kinda uncomfortable so here we go with some disclaimers: I write the stories that I want to read or that I really need to tell to satisfy something inside of me and I assume other authors do the same. I don’t want to say anything here that might have a chilling effect on someone exploring some idea they really need to explore, even if it’s tired or cliche or offends my own tastes. Writing is very personal and I think everyone should tell the stories they want to, whether anyone else likes them or not.

That being said, I am always desperately wishing for more media about close, intimate friendships and familial bonds. As someone who isn’t interested in sexual or romantic relationships, it makes me weep basically every time I read a story about characters who are friends or family that give that kind of relationship all of the value and weight and nuance that you see romantic relationships getting. It is a very special kind of feeling to see that it is possible for people to value what I have to offer them as much they might value someone who will romance them and sleep with them. It is very validating to see the possibility of emotional intimacy with people outside of romantic/sexual partners.

But I would never want anyone to feel bad about or stop writing their romances and their smut. That stuff speaks to people and that’s what fic is about. Telling the story that speaks to you. I want everyone to write what they want to write and if that leaves gaps, well that’s why I started writing fic in the first place. There was a story I needed to read and no one had written it yet, so I did it myself.

TL;DR Genfic & friendfic & familyfic is the greatest gift anyone could ever give me, but no one should write to satisfy other people. Always write for yourself first and foremost.

Q. Quote three bits of writing you read his year. Can be your writing, or not.

I keep little quotes everywhere--index cards and sticky notes scattered among all my belongings, snippets on my phone, untitled documents on every cloud service there is, random word docs hidden amongst my many hard drives--but the only ones I can find right now are from @meonlyred‘s Dark Horse so please enjoy three bits from that fic that I loved:

They remained sitting on the floor, Rossa leaned against him, eyes staring into the distance. Her silence might as well have been weeping.

I just love how I can feel the vacant, numb quality of her despair in this line. How it feels more poignant for its lack of drama.

“You're an idiot and I hate your hair,” Jonas said over the rim of his glass.

I mean.... Do I need to explain this?

He had never believed in happily ever afters. Not for him, at least. But the cruelest thing about being with Rossa was that he had begun to believe that maybe, just maybe, it was possible.

Closing his eyes, Theron didn’t expect to open them again.

This little snippet still punches me in the gut no matter how many times I read it. It’s so relateable and so Theron and so painful.

R. If you had to rewrite one of your stories from scratch, which one would it be? What would you do to it?

I don’t think I’d rewrite any of them? At least half of my fic has been completely rewritten once or twice before it ever gets published so I mostly have it out of my system before anyone else sees it.

S. What’s the sexiest thing you wrote this year?

a wish your heart makes. It may also be the saddest thing I wrote this year which I consider an achievement. (I was asked for smut but I literally do not know how to write just smut without anything else going on in the story.)

T. Themes, motherfucker, do you have them? What are they?

The importance and nature of family (it is what you make it and not what you were born with! but sometimes you get lucky and get to choose the one you were born with!)! The cost/impact of violence and war! Failure and coming back from failure! The nature of what is right and what is wrong and how much responsibility any one individual bears for the moral direction of their society!!!!

I don’t think I’ve ever written anything that didn’t include at least one of these concepts and most of my stuff deals heavily in at least two of them.

U. Any stories that took a abrupt u-turn from where you thought they were going?

Yep! I was trying to make a stupid joke about a haircut when I started making take back what the kingdom stole but in working my way backward from the joke I ended up with a heartfelt exploration of my character’s past emotional trauma, her character growth, and the nature of friendship and forgiveness.

V. Which story was the most viscerally pleasing to write? Tell us your narrative kinks.

I don’t know that I would necessarily call the sensation pleasing but, once again, the things you do for love are gonna come back to you one by one was probably the story that made me feel the most, that I was the most connected to. It hit on every single one of the themes I find compelling and I really got to play with telling the story in the white spaces, which is something I really love. I’ve been working a lot on trusting my readers and not over-explaining and I think this story really saw the impact of that work, stylistically. It’s peak self-indulgence honestly.

W.  Who are your favorite writers?

Does this mean like authors of original published works or fic writers????? How am I supposed to choose???!!!! Either way my reading habits this year have been abominable. I have really been going through some shit, lifewise, (not bad shit but emotionally consuming and time consuming nonetheless) and I had to let the reading go a little bit.

I have been really into NK Jemisin though. Her stories are complex and challenging and there is so much poetry and power in the straightforward way she tells them. I also was obsessed with the Temeraire series by Naomi Novik. The characters were so textured and real with such clear voices and the relationships and ideas were so complex and compelling, yet the story never got weighed down by the heft of the subjects. She has a very light touch as a storyteller that makes her work so easily digestible without making her tale any less impactful or profound.

As for fic…. I’ve got about forty million fics bookmarked, waiting for me to get around to reading them and I am the worst kind of person because I have not yet read any of them. I’m behind on reading one of my very favorite fics right now. I think I’ve read a total of like ten fics this year and straight up probably only read that many because I was doing a bit of beta’ing.

I’m gonna do better in 2019 and I’ll get back to you on all the good shit I’ve read then.

X.  What’s your least favorite work of this year?

crapshoot. It was a really old concept that probably would have been better as visual art than a fic but my artistic talents were too limited so I wrote it instead. It could probably stand a little more meat and a lot more polish, but I don’t have the time to try and turn every goofy image in my head into a fictional masterpiece.

Y. Why did you write? For fun, for a friend, for acclaim?

For fame and fortune obviously. It’s why most of my fic is about a super popular ship in an enormous fandom.

Or, y’know… not. I write for fun and because I have to. Because there are stories inside of me I want to tell, ideas I feel compelled to explore, things I need to say. It doesn’t matter if anyone else hears them or likes them; I need to get them out of me. Also it’s a really great way to work through my own emotional turmoil at a safe distance, so I can engage with what vexes me without being consumed by it.

Z. If you could choose one work and immediately finish it, what would it be? How would you end it?

the things you do for love are gonna come back to you one by one. It’s the most self-indulgent thing I’ve written probably but it means a lot to me and if I knew how it ended I would have finished it months ago. D:

#memery #writing tag #long post #Anonymous

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hello it’s me tea being a bad admin and not writing the first event. Instead i’m doing this and i’d make a pretty graphic but i hate my big computer right now so a nice graphic might come later bye, this also got insanely long and if you guys actually read it k u d o s

INTRODUCING…. me.

HELLO DREAMS N QUEENS, I feel like I haven’t said that in a while but anyway I’m tea, i’m 23, my pronouns are she/her, and I already forgot what else I’m suppose to write here like i’m in the est timezone but i act like i’m in the pst for some reason????? also I do not personally have any triggers and I have no limits on what i rp like I’m always down for literally any plot even if it’s been done to death it hasn’t been done by my character so lets go.

INTRODUCING…. the muses.

ugh are you ready for the shit show..... im gonna shoot myself in the face i have so many

DON O’CALLAHAN, justin chatwin, ( 30 ) + ALONE by HALSEY feat. BIG SEAN & STEFFLON DON.

IMOGEN WARD, madelaine petsch, ( 22 ) + REPERCUSSIONS by BEA MILLER.

JAMES WILLIAMS, milo ventimiglia, ( 35 ) + iROBOT by JON BELLION.

MILO SHEPARD, nick jonas, ( 24 ) + ALL THE KIDS ARE DEPRESSED by JEREMY ZUCKER.

OPHELIA MONROE, billie lourd, ( 25 ) + THUNDER by IMAGINE DRAGONS.

SHANE FRANCIS, carlson young, ( 22 ) + BETTER DAYS by HEDLEY.

WESLEY LLOYD, aaron taylor johnson, ( 25 ) + I’M NOT FAMOUS by AJR.

NIRVANA BAILEY, meaghan rath, ( 32 ) + TROUBLE by HALSEY.

ETHAN MCDONALD, dylan o’brien, ( 24 ) + I FALL APART by POST MALONE ( cover ).

VANCE MICHAELS, cody christian, ( 20 ) + I MEAN IT by G-EAZY.

BRUCE DENIRO, boyd holbrook, ( 35 ) + SUCKER FOR PAIN by LIL WAYNE, WIZ KHALIFA & IMAGINE DRAGONS W/ TY DOLLA $IGN FT X AMBASSADORS.

COOPER JORDAN, charlie puth, ( 24 ) + ME MYSELF & I by G-EAZY FEAT. BEBE REXHA

MICKEY DONOVAN, tony oller, ( 24 ) + SOBER UP by AJR.

JESSICA MILANO, mila kunis, ( 35 ) + SO WHAT by P!NK.

TANSY MALAI, brenda song, ( 30 ) + DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME by PANIC! AT THE DISCO.

INTRODUCING…. wanted plots.

Okay I am obsessed with platonic / supporting friends ships like? oh my fucking god? give me a good gang and I will legit die? especially if it’s like a brot3 or something like three solid amazing friends and like the more people connected the better im OBSESSED with name dropping. 

Also I’m a bitch for cheating / toxic relationships. Give me physical fights and sleeping with other people. Give Me Fucking Angst. Let my muse be the cheater or let my muse be the one cheated on listen I’m down for legit all of it but when I do the specific muse posts I’ll sort of narrow this down a lot more but these are my two favorite kinds of ships which can technically go below but fight me.

INTRODUCING…. the favorites.

I will say this until I’m blue in the face, I am disgustingly straight for ( 4 ) men in this world. Okay there are a lot more than just four but I do have a top four because I’m a basic bitch but I love ansel elgort, taron egerton, danny jones & hugh grant. those are my main boys but if I made a legit list it’d probably go on for years. honorable mention who is my solid #5 is definitely keith powers. I am OBSESSED with this mans.

Want to talk about how gay I am? WOULD LOVE TO. I am a complete ( slut ) for vanessa morgan, kehlani, zendaya, zoe kravitz, ashley tisdae, lucy hale, lynn gunn, hayley kiyoko, nicole byer, bae suzy, keke palmer and ulrikke falch bitch MURDER ME.

as for ships like i’m down for anything m/f m/m f/f like I do lean mostly towards m/f and i do often prefer playing the male which is another favorite of mine like this rpg is the most i’ve ever played females and it’s legit so fucking weird to me??? i get so nervous talking about ships and stuff when it comes to my females because it’s so far out of my domain / comfort zone so murder me violently.

I tend to lean more toward platonic / supportive / family ships tho because I feel like I’m not stepping on anyones toES LMFAO OKAY I SHOULD STOP RAMBLING NOW BECAUSE IM EXTRA AS HELL

but also my favorite sweatshirt is the one i’m wearing and it says ‘i’m like 104% tired’ and my favorite pants are black boho pants with white swirls and just big and comfy ok

INTRODUCING…. future plans.

I AM HERE TO BREAK THE FUCK OUT OF MY COMFORTZONE I HATE IT IN HERE LIKE I am so used to playing dom!male characters and like don’t get me wrong, i fucking love my boys, i love them so god damn much but I want to have some girls who get love too like I want to play sub!boys and soft!girls and hard!girls and GIRLS! IN! GENERAL! like i sound so fucking basic but when I tell you guys it’s been about 10 years since I actually dedicated time to fleshing out a female character I mean it’s been about 11.

Also I really want to play out some slowburn relationships, some active marriages, some really fucked up exes and really confusing best friends like those are my favorites but I always get so fucking busy or so spacey that I wind up going missing for long periods of time and like? I’m here to stay? Like I feel comfy as fuck in this rpg and I am here to actively get past one or two threads for my connections / ships I’m here for longlasting relationships / rping okay????

AS FOR THE FUTURE, I do have two muses who are sitting in the submit waiting to be accepted? Like which is wild because while they’ve been sat there I’ve accepted myself twice? I don’t know why I’m holding off I guess I just feel guilty bringing in two girls without any sort of connection or anything???? Like I can not wait to bring Lennon up in here because my lil blue haired queen is going to burn this motherfucker down :’)

INTRODUCING…. why i said fuck it.

I SAID FUCK IT because do we wanna be honest? I had been running a rpg that was just draining the life out of me I felt like I was being a bad admin and not doing enough and I just wanted a group where I didn’t have to do so much y’know like, I wanted to just rp in a place where I could do whatever in the living fuck I wanted?? Like I wanted 50 muses, I want to sometimes just make graphics, I want to sometimes just chitchat ooc in private messages or just lurk the dash or just write starters / reply to them like

some days i’m here as fuck for writing and sometimes i’m not and I felt like no matter what rpg I ran or joined I’d be like put on a specific schedule and people will leave me in the dust???? you know????? but I feel like here we’re all just sort of chillin and tryin to live our best lives and I feel like this is my own personal and selfish safe haven like

i’m selfish as fuck and lazy as fuck and here as fuck for all of you :’)

#fckit:task001 #⁰⁰⁰ˑ ᶤˢ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵃˡᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵃᵍᵃᶤᶰˀ ( ooc. ) #WOW THIS GOT FUCKING L O N G #I FUCKING RAMBLED SO HARD FAM #i really only wanted this task so i could stalk you guys so #it's casual

[almost-sweet-music]

I honestly just melt when I hear 2D sing! Get i get a fluff with the s/o just becoming a puddle?

This is by far the longest I have ever kept a request in my inbox and anon, HOLY FUCKING SHIT AM I SORRY FOR THIS. No, seriously I fucked up. I was attempting to write this three times and each time I got to like… 400 words and realized that it was utter shit. THIS TIME I am semi fine with how it turned out so I’m uploading it.

This was also the last request I had pending but I can’t yet open them since my friend from school wanted me to write her an imagine about Hank Mccoy from the x-men so that’s what I’ll be doing for probably the rest of the week :/

Anyways, enjoy!

Warning: Some sexual innuendos but it’s barely 2 sentences.

Y/F/N if your friend’s name

“Aww c'mon Y/N, it’ll be fun I promise!” Your friend chirped in your ear, trying to convince you to come to some concert with her. She’s been praising them for over an hour now, determined to make you come. She was saying how awesome their music is, how great the people are and something about a…. Satanist? And about some possessed guy? You were hella confused by now but to be honest… You were starting to give up.

“What even is that band anyways? I have no clue what they even do.” You Sighed sipping your tea and typing away on your laptop.

“They’re great, I’m telling you. Besides, after the show we can go get some drinks at a bar nearby.” She wiggled her brows at you. You glanced up at her and smiled shyly. “Ah see? There we go. It can be our…. Ladies night.” She skipped around the room and put on her shoes. “I think you’re going to like the frontman. He’s… Your type.”

“What do you mean my type? I don’t have a type…” You look up from your computer slightly offended by her tone.

“Mmmm yeah you do.” She grinned and left your flat in a victorious prance. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. How in the hell were you supposed to say no to her?

______

You looked at yourself in the mirror and pouted. You turned to your friend.

“Be honest, do I look like a slut?” She looked up from her phone and glanced over you.

“Yeah, you look like you’re ready to gobble up some reaaal cock.” You scoffed at her and blushed. She giggled. “Just kidding! You look perfect. I mean, I’d tap the shit out of you.”

“Jesus Christ Y/F/N…” You turned back to the mirror.

“Hey, you wanted me to be honest, I was honest. Besides, you said it like being a slut is a bad thing. C'mon everyone likes sluts. The only people that don’t, don’t get any.” She said and stood up. She walked over to you and hugged you from behind. “Look at my girl. Finally leaving the house for once in her god damn life.” You huffed and pushed her away. She snorted and pranced out of the room. “C'mon slut, the cab’s here.” You rolled your eyes and picked up your purse, following her outside.

______

You were already hot and sticky. A crowd of people surrounded you as you all waited for the band to come on stage. Y/F/N stood next to you, all giddy and stuff, way more excited than you. To be honest, you were so regretting this… You were dreaming of coming back home and never going on a concert like this ever again.

The hall went black. Music started playing and some time later a group of four entered the stage. It was still all black but judging from the silhouettes at least one of them was a definite girl.

A very much british sounding voice started to greet the crowd and say some random stuff you didn’t honestly care about, still mentally far, far away in the warmth of your bed.

The lights went back on and only then did the scene grab your attention.  Your eyes skipped from person to person trying to see as much as you could through the sea of hands. Indeed, as you predicted, one of them was a girl. Pretty one I’m fact. The drummer was a slightly heavier, dark skinned man with completely white eyes but a really nice smile. The frontman, standing behind the microphone had blue hair and…. Pitch black eyes. No iris… Just pitch black. You were confused… Was this the guy Y/F/N was talking about? And lastly, the bassist. He had jet black hair and he was… He was just straight up green.  It could’ve been body paint but… It looked so real??

Minutes later the proper concert started and no joke… You were blown away. The music was great just as your friend told you. It had nice melodies a practically every song was different from the other. The blue haired boy was a great singer and since the first song, you couldn’t get your eyes off of him. It was like he was putting you in some sort of trance like state. The way he sang, especially the slower songs made you putty and for god’s sake you swear you locked stares with him for a second.

You sort of knew that Y/F/N was looking at you and smirking, but you chose to ignore it an not give her the satisfaction she wanted.

___

“See? I bloody told you you’ll like the guy didn’t I?” Y/F/N skipped next to you, on your way to some pub nearby. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh please, who told you I like him?” She huffed.

“Y/N… I saw it in your eyes. You were UNDRESSING him with them.” You punched her arm.

“I was not!”

“Sure lady, lie to yourself as much as you like but I know what you’ll be doing after you come back home and who’s name you will be moaning at night…” You groaned.

“Y/F/N, please.”

“Oh. so you’re not denying it?”

“Yes of course I’m denying it!” She laughed. You two entered a pub that was just around the block from the place where the concert took place. It was a bit crowded but not that much and you found a table easily.

“So, you sit here, look pretty and try to scoop out some hot peeps kay? I’ll get the drinks.” Your friend said and left you on your own. Some time later she came running back, with no drinks but the biggest grin on her face. She slammed her hands on the table. “Forget the hot peeps, I have someone I’d like to introduce you to.” You were confused bit didn’t even have time to ask questions before getting tugged through the group of people by your wrist. Somewhere in the distance you saw a glimpse of blue hair and you immediately stopped, pulling Y/F/N back a step. “Y/N?!”

“Please don’t do this to me.” You said and tried to pull away.

“Oh come on Y/N! He’s a great guy, I talked to him. He said it’s okay to introduce you! Please, come!” You cringed at the thought of having to speak with a stranger like that but in the end succumbed to her.

You stopped in front of the guy from before. You clutched onto Y/F/N’s hand and hid behind her back. She tapped his shoulder and pushed you forward a bit.

“Hey so this is the chick I’ve been telling you about. Her name is Y/N and she’s pretty damn cool and she’s been looking at you the whole evening so yeah. I’m just gonna leave you two now and I gotta blast!”  She said, seemingly in one breath only before letting go of your hand and jogging away.

“Wh- Y/F/N??” You called out to her.

“Gotta blast!” She giggled and gave you the thumbs up before running out the building. You were speechless and frozen in place.

“What the…” You whispered.

“Your friend is really… Jumpy isn’t she?” Blue haired guy said. You felt yourself grow hot. What were you supposed to do now?

“I uh… Yeah…” You turned to him. “Listen… I’m sorry for this I uh… Won’t ruin your fun and I’ll just leave okay? Great show by the way I’m a fan-” Just as you were going to leave, you felt a big hand grab your.

“Oh, no please stay.” You blushed and looked down. Your hand was intertwined with his, bigger one. He noticed you staring and pulled it away. “Sorry. No but seriously, stay. I’d love to chat a bit with you Y/N.” You kept silent for a second before sitting down next to him awkwardly.

And you chatted. A lot in fact. You talked about everything and anything and nothing and the conversation didn’t seem to want to end to the point where his band mates left and he stayed with you. Finally after an hour or so you decided to go home and Stu - that you just learned, has volunteered to walk you home.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“Ya smoke?” He asked. You shook your head and continued to walk alongside him. “So… Which song did ya like the most?”

“Hmm? Oh. I liked a lot of them similarly. I really liked the slow kinda sad one. Busted and…. Blue?” He smiled.

“Yup. That’s the one.” He looked at the moving ground and sighed happily. There was a pause where you were both just walking silently when suddenly you heard a faint voice sing. “Where does it come from?When everything was outsideBusted and Blue”.  You glanced as in awe at Stu who started to silently sing. He looked up at you and smiled shyly.

You got that feeling again. That warm flutter in your belly that made you all giddy inside. Your legs felt like they were made out of jelly, ready to give out at any moment.

“All my life

All my lifeBeam a lightOn me I am a satelliteAnd I can’t get back without you.” The way he looked at you when he sang that, although the thought was completely foolish and almost certainly wrong, made you feel like he sang it to you specifically. That probably wasn’t true, given that you just met a few hours ago but you liked to think it was. You blushed at the thought and continued to listen and walk along silently.

He finished not long after. You grinned and clapped a couple times.

“Bravo. That was great! Honestly I’m kind of angry I didn’t discover you guys earlier.” Stu chuckled.

“You seem pretty nice. Nicest person I’ve met in a while actually.” He said, putting his hands in his pockets. You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. Well I mean… I live with a guy that fractured both me eyes and kidnapped me a couple times. On top of that he’s generally pretty mean. Real bastard that one. He’s green too.” He turned his head over to you. “Uh, you a'ight?” Your mouth has fallen agape and you were speechless. “Luv?” You closed your mouth.

“Sorry I was just… You… Actually live with that person? And you didn’t do anything about the abuse?”

“Well, no…”

“D- Stuart…. Do you know how much money you can win in court after all that guy has done? Why didn’t you sue him yet??” You were almost shaking in anger. How did he manage to not do anything all these years?

“I uh… You know, he was in jail once. Besides he’s been through some tough stuff too. He’s not that bad really. Jus bad temper. He really loves Noodle though. Seriously, she’s like a daughter to him. I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy if he was gone.” Stu said and looked at you with a soft smile.

“But… Okay, what about moving?”

“Wha bout it?”

“Well, why can’t you just move away? At least you wouldn’t be living in the same house as that guy.” Stu chuckled.

“Maybe someday…” He sighed. “Is your place far away?” He asked.

“No actually, just around the corner.” You pointed in the distance to the big building where you lived.

“Oh. I’m kind of sad actually. I enjoyed your company t'night.” He admitted.

“So did I!” You replied.

A minute or so later you were there, by your door.

“So uh… See you soon I guess.” Stu said.

“Hopefully!” You said cheerfully.

“Hey uh actually… Can I get your number? I’d really love to see you again.” You agreed and quickly exchanged numbers before, 2d had to leave. You came back to your flat and immediately flopped in the bed, screaming into your pillow.

____

You got a text from Stu, early in the morning. It was a video.

“Hello Y/N! It’s Stuart Pot, recording from the studio. I’m currently doing audio for a new song I made myself and it’s called Sleeping po-” He got cut of by a voice you recognized as Murdoc.

“Aye, faceache!We got work to do!” 2d turned around and yelled

“Shut up gobshite, I’m doing something!” You giggled and bit on your finger “So yeah, we’re recording a new song, it’s called Sleeping Powder and I just wanted to say that I miss you a lot and I love you and I’ll see you, very very soon! 2d signing off!” He smiled wide and the video finished and after that, you couldn’t stop grinning til the end of the day.

#stu pot #stuart pot #2d #2-d #stu pot imagines #stuart pot imagines #2d imagines #2-d imagines #stu pot x reader #stuart pot x reader #2d x reader #2-d x reader #gorillaz #gorillaz imagines #gorillaz x reader #imagines

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DEH 12/6/17 Act 1 pt. 1

I’m typing the things I can remember

The little aesthetic little notification dings before the show started were great

When the computer light went on Noah’s face, everyone started clapping and it was awesome

Noah’s version of Evan’s anxious ticks/habits are really different, he pinches?/scratches at his stomach and grabs his shirts near his stomach area

Noah talks really quickly in the beginning, and he stumbles on his words a lot,’his voice also cracks a bunch which is cute

The line when he says “That’s not true you have to stand there while they’re counting the change while it’s silent” he starts whisper yelling to Heidi

Nicole is pretty ??? Bitch ???

She said her lines pretty calmly, but quietly, it was frustrating at times, but she was really good none the less

Also, her voice is amazing

Evan like, avoided her gaze during the lines before Anybody Have a Map

And he was doing everything else, but looking at his mother

Noah makes the oddest faces and it’s great

Alright, when I first saw Mike I wanted to scream because I was breathing his fuckinh a i r

His hair was really messy tonight, like, it was frizzy, but he pulled it off well

And every time he tried pushing his hair behind his ear, it would never stay

When Zoe says “He’s definitely high”

Connor like, weakly yells “Fuck You” and puts his head down

When Jennifer said the line “Besides, he’s not high” Mike fucking picks his head up and looks at the audience with this smug ass grin and I fucking died

When Con says the lines “Perfect. So then I won’t go.” He gets up and starts walking off, but Cynthia tries calling him back and he just yells “Thanks mom” and he like, yells, in that tone of “this conversation ends now”,cutting off the conversation completely

After he walks off, Zoe has this sour face until she exits

Cynthia was trying her best to keep things in order, and she was like, cleaning up after everyone and a c k

Mike and Noah were on different sides of the stage, behind projection screens fixing their appearances

Connor was putting on his jacket thing, satchel, and smoothing out his hair

Evan was wiping his hands on his pants, also smoothing out his hair, and looking at the sharpie, and messing with his backpack straps

Mike and Noah like, met in the center, faces almost touching, but they were like, staring at the ground before crossing past each other

Heidi and Cynthia were half singing to each other and at the end they were trying to reach for their boys, but they were out of reach and OO F

When Alana appeared I wanted to hug her ??? I’m love ??

She talked pretty quickly, I couldn’t pick up on anything else but that

Jared. Fucking. Klienman.

Boy am I straight for Will

His voice sounds even better in real life ??

But like, he smugly makes his was over to Evan making his snarky ass remark about his cast

“Is it weird to be the first person in history to break their arm from jerking off too much or do you consider that an honor”

After that line Evan literally jumps at Jared and his voice cracks so much

Will fucking cackles while talking

“You fell out of a tree?” He like, cackle said that line

“And then you fell?” Cackle spoken

When Noah says “[…] waiting for someone to come get me.” He was talking to the audience

But when he says “I kept saying to myself” he looked at Jared and kinda, lowered his voice ??

“Did they?” Jared like, changed his tone of voice and did this weird hand motion

“No. Nobody came. That’s what’s funny.”

“Jesus Christ” the cackle talk is back

When Will said “Hey tell your mom to tell my mom that I was nice to you today, or else my parents won’t pay for my car insurance” Noah weakly/ silently mumbled“I will”

When Mike re-enters his hands were digging into his satchel, like he was searching for something important that he lost, it was, intriguing

When Jared says Connor’s hair is very “School Shooter Chic” Mike stops looking in his bag and slowly looks up at Will and just glares at him

Jared noticeably gets nervous and swallows hardly with this face of “i fucked up,but I’m not gonna show that I know and I’m afraid(?)”, which was very well portrayed

Mike hasn’t moved until he says “Yeah no. It was funny. I’m laughing. Can’t you tell?”

Mike fucking lunges when he says “Am I not laughing hard enough for you?” But he sounds,sarcastic when he says it. Maybe not sarcastic, but a like “I’m sick of your shit/you wanna say that again bitch???”kinda tone (???)

Jared subtly backs up and nervously chuckles before sayin “you’re such a freak” and jogging away

Evan nervously laughs when Connor looks at him and Connor kinda, chuckled back before saying “What the fuck are you laughing at?”

Mike’s volume drastically increased when he said “Stop fucking laughing at me.”

Mike had so much emotion, and it rocked

When Mike shoved Noah, Noah like, dropped to the ground, but it wasn’t soft, he literally smacked into the ground, and had this face of pain, and he gripped the bottom of his shirt while on the ground before slowly getting up and beginning Waving Through a Window

And holy fuck can that boy sing,

When Laura comes back on stage for the second time, I actually clapped and I was so embarrassed

When Laura says “[…] Evan right?” Noah looks around and avoids her eye contact and says “Evan?” Like He was confused, until

He made this face that read “wait, I’m Evan”

“I’m Zoe.”

“I know.”

Before Evan says “I know” he reaches out the shake her hand, but immediately stopped himself and wiped his hand on the back of his pants and Zoe just looked at him like “dude tf??” And says “You know???”

When he says “What did you say…?” After he talked about signing his cast he holds out the “What…?”

“Me???? No way, Jose.” He’s like, uncontrollably fidgeting.

When Zoe turns to walk away, Evan tried running back, and reaching out his arm to grab/Tap her, but he stopped himself.

When everyone re-entered I died a little

The emotions that they were expressing were fucking fantastic

For Waving Through a Window, at the “WHen you’re falling in a forest and there’s nobody around.” Part the projections showed a bunch of hateful words that surrounded Evan and when the music cut out for the last “Did I ever make a sound.” Blue lights fucking came up on all of them when he sang the chorus again, and holy fuck it hurt

When they kept turning away from Evan I cried

He was trying to reach out to everybody, but they kept turning away from him

And when they exited leaving Evan alone, the lights came up, and the projections disappeared and all that was left was him and a H

When Heidi and Evan were talking, Nicole made Heidi seem, kinda desperate to let everything out. And it’s quite heartbreaking

When Evan was singing the Waving Through a Window Reprise,

Connor cut him off by Entering with Evan’s note, but before Connor cuts him off, he looks at Evan’s note for a while, he like, studies it, then he studies Evan before,

“So what happened? To your arm?”

There was a long pause after “No ones signed your cast.” And “Well I’ll sign it”

But Connor sounded slightly happy/confident??I’m not good at describing shit sorry

“Do you…have a,uh, sharpie?”

Noah immediately, and quickly, takes out the sharpie from his back pocket and hands it to Connor

Mike looks at the sharpie for a few moments before taking it

Just a little something that I noticed, there were a lot of pauses in this scene it was, different

Connor Fucking snatched Evan’s arm and Evan sounded so fucking hurt by it, it wasn’t even a gentle snatch it was a “harsh grab and yank”

Connor stared at Evan’s cast for a long while before quickly writing “C O N N O R” in huge letters, it’s like, he was debating on writing big or small

“Oh it’s great, thanks” Noah said that so fucking sarcastically, but his voice cracked which made it so much better

There was an awkward silence before Mike just kinda, felt for the paper under his arm and softly grabbed it.

“I-Is this yours?” I found it. On the printer. It says “Dear Evan Hansen. That’s your name.” He doesn’t say it as a question, he states it, like “you’re Evan.” It was different from the script.

When Evan tries to explain that the letter was for an assignment, Evan reaches for it, but Connor pulls it away from Evan’s reach, and starts reading it again.

And everytime Evan tried to grab the letter, Con snatched it away from his grasp it was like, when you’re taller than someone so you’re able to snatch it higher so the shorter person can’t reach it,,,that’s,,pretty much what happened

Mike was literally screaming, he sounded sooo good when he was saying the lines

He literally scream/cried “FUCK YOU” before literally bolting out of the room

“A letter?? To yourself??? What the crap does that even mean? Is it like…some kind of a..sex? thing?”

When Evan says “You’re my only frie…” His mouth is like, open really wide before he softly/breathily screams “fAmily friend”

Alana sang the Waving Through a Window Reprise (#2) while crossing the stage and I felt emotions that I probably wasn’t supposed to be feeling ??

But I feel like, Alana felt alone, and she was like showing that

When Evan got to the office, he was jogging, but when he saw Larry and Cynthia, he immediately slowed the fuck down, and did that weird fidgety thing he does to his stomach

Noah’s voice was cracking so fucking much in this scene and he was portraying the panic very nicely

When Larry and Cynthia started yelling, Evan literally started crying and he was shoving the letter back to him, and he was trying so hard to explain what the letter was, but they weren’t listening to him

When Jen takes the letter back, there was a weird pause and Noah had his arm weirdly positioned in the air as he retracted his fingers

“Larry look.”

Cynthia weakly points to Evans cast and he looks at it and makes this weird fucking face to the audience

#dear evan hansen #noah galvin #evan hansen #mike faist #connor murphy #will roland #jared kleinman #Alana beck #zoe murphy #jennifer laura thompson #cynthia murphy #michael park #larry murphy #heidi hansen #broadway #show things

[sadrien]

wanna chat? pt.19

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so this is like...twice as long as a normal chapter. anyway i was in les mis the other week and i sent something and someone thought it was a les mis chapter of wanna chat. and @reyxa​ encouraged it so Here We Are

this chapter continues right off of the last one because i found a note with sick quotes on it. i kept the les mis as light and understandable as possible but just like..let me know if it makes 0 sense. i had to get this out of my system because ive been in a writing funk

(mari = cough cough, nino = space bro, alya = alys, adrien = glen coco)

enjoy? 

3:12 in boo you whore

cough cough: gmoring i cant brethe out of mynose rn Im not goin g ot be in school today :( Bu ti cant sleep anymore because I cnat breath e iim gonna go watch youtube videos

 6:37

space bro: my dude i hope youre feeling better when you wake up

6:43

glen coco: If you’re not turn on the shower really hot and sit in the bathroom with the steam

alys: or drown urself in cold medicine

glen coco: Don’t do that

space bro: never listen to alya

alys: dont listen to these traitors

PM between glen coco and cough cough

glen coco: I bet the akuma attack last night really didn’t help Don’t worry about anything today I can handle it unless it’s another akuma Just get some rest <3

10:03 in boo you whore

cough cough: Self care is chugging five cups of tea and astral projecting behind a mcdonalds to punch hawkmoth in the face

11:46

glen coco: Mari no

alys: mari yes

space bro: mari wtf

cough cough: Im dyin g

alys: tag urself im punching hm in the face

space bro: im astral projection

glen coco: Five c ups of tea

cough cough: Does that make me the mcdonalds

space bro: congrats mari

glen coco: I can’t believe Mari is the golden arches

alys has changed their name to punching hawkmoth in the face

punching hawkmoth in the face: im finally my True Self gang follwo suit

cough cough: Why shoul d I LISten to you

punching hawkmoth in the face: bc u love me and want me 2 b happy and also bc i still have ur jacket in my bedroom

cough cough: Fuck

cough cough has changed their name to mcdonalds

space bros: al youre ridic

punching hawkmoth in the face: just do it babe

space bros has changed their name to astral projection

astral projection: there ya go

glen coco: Rip Glen Coco

punching hawkmoth in the face: truly a her o of his generation :’(

mcdonalds: RIp

glen coco has changed their name to five cups of tea

five cups of tea: Rebirth

mcdonalds: I hate you all img oing ot bed

punching hawkmoth in the face: goodnight my darlign <3

astral projection: nap well bro hopefully you feel better when you wake up

 15:37

punching hawkmoth in the face: remind me to throw my bag in the seine i dont wanna do hw :(

astral projection: i feel you

punching hawkmoth in the face: wanna get togheter and do hw

astral projection: do homework or “do homework”

punching hawkmoth in the face: have u ever met me “””””””do homework”””””””

astral projection: i need to figure out physics my dude

punching hawkmoth in the face: D’:

five cups of tea: I can help you when I get home tonight

punching hawkmoth in the face: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

astral projection: the real mvp i love you

five cups of tea: I love you too Have fun Use protection

astral projection: alya please kick him out of the chat

punching hawkmoth in the face: no i like him

astral projection: fuck

 18:57 mcdonalds: Screens hurt my head irhgt now Im gonna watch reruns and keep sleepng

punching hawkmoth in the face: feel better babe <3

 22:15

five cups of tea: Ok so the other day instead of doing homework I started reading les mis ANd now instead of doing homework I’m reading les mis again I can’t believe this is how I’m procrastinating

astral projection: what

punching hawkmoth in the face: the musical????

five cups of tea: No the book Which the musical is based off of

astral projection: what a nerd

punching hawkmoth in the face: lmao how is it

five cups of tea: Old Long

punching hawkmoth in the face: how long?

five cups of tea: Uhhh 655,000 words

mcdonalds: jesus

astral projection: what the actual fuck

punching hawkmoth in the face: holllllly fuck

astral projection: you my dude are unreal

punching hawkmoth in the face: for fun???? r u sure this is for fun???????

five cups of tea: I think so? It’s kind of boring sometimes and hard to get through but other parts are really good Also if I’m reading I don’t have to practice chinese

punching hawkmoth in the face: touche

astral projection: have fun reading bro you are unbelievable

PM between five cups of tea and mcdonalds

five cups of tea: Hey why are you up? I thought you were heading off to bed a while ago?

mcdonalds: I didnt take nyquil tonight because I felt a little better and didnt want to pass the fuck out again but now Im awake and cant sleep because my head feels like its gonna explode And I regret So much

five cups of tea: Aw no poor bug

mcdonalds: Ugh

five cups of tea: Do you want anything?

mcdonalds: You dont have to

five cups of tea: Do you want anything? If you want soup I can get you some

mcdonalds: Its like???? Really late?????

five cups of tea: Mar its only 20:30

mcdonalds: Oh It feels like 1 But its still late

five cups of tea: Ok well Late night food is not a new thing Trust me

mcdonalds: … If you brought me soup Id love you forever

five cups of tea: I thought you already did

mcdonalds: Id love you even more

five cups of tea: I’ll be on my way soon

mcdonalds: I love you so much <3

23:35 in boo you whore

punching hawkmoth in the face: what if you took tea in shots like shot glasses

five cups of tea: Like with hot tea?

astral projection: i feel like thats a good way to burn your entire mouth

five cups of tea: *entire life

astral projection: ^^^

punching hawkmoth in the face: hmmm

five cups of tea: Alya no

astral projection: yeah bad idea

punching hawkmoth in the face: f i n e

 1:02

mcdonalds: sos Im dying I constantly feel like Im about to sneeze If I dont feel that way its cause Im sneezing

astral projection: rip my dude guessing you cnat sleep while sneezing

mcdonalds: Nope :’( End my suffering please

astral projection: no can do i can offer virtual hugs

mcdonalds: I guess thatll work for now

astral projection: <3

2:03

PM between five cups of tea and mcdonalds

five cups of tea: Hey Hey Marinette Hey I have something to show you

mcdonalds: Adrien its 2 in the morning

five cups of tea: So? You’re up too

mcdonalds: I slept all day

mcdonalds: Yeah but you’re awake right now

mcdonalds: … Fine Hit me

five cups of tea: “When they had finished, when they had told each other everything, she laid her head on his shoulder and asked him: ‘What is your name?’” Us

mcdonalds: Oh my go d This is les mis right??? What youw ere talking about before??

five cups of tea: Yup

mcdonalds: Omg Why are you like this

five cups of tea: Ok but am I wrong????

mcdonalds: I cant say you are tbh

five cups of tea: Man I feel like Marius am I like Marius??

mcdonalds: Whats he like?

five cups of tea: Kind of oblivious, pretty romantic but sort of in a weird way, awkward, usually confused but can be scary if he needs to, handsome as hell and love of my life that I would honestly leave all three of you for

mcdonalds: Wow Are you sure you havent already

five cups of tea: :P Actually….

mcdonalds: Are you suddenly realizing youve left us for a fictional character

five cups of tea: No I was oging to say I might be more like Bossuet

mcdonalds: Youre just saying words I dont know who that is

five cups of tea: He always has bad luck Like always Ummmm hold on

mcdonalds: K Who would I be???

five cups of tea: “He was the constant victim of mischance, hence his merriment. He said, ‘I spend my life walking under ladders.’”

mcdonalds: Ok you mgiht be this Bossuet you bad luck magnet

five cups of tea: For you Hmmmm Enjolras?

mcdonalds: Not cosette??  Shes the love interest right

five cups of tea: As much as I love you Enjolras is the leader in red And I just can’t help myself

mcdonalds: Nerd Are you goind to do alya and nino too?

five cups of tea: D u h

 2:34

mcdonalds: Adrien?? You ok? Youve been quiet for a while Or did you fall asleep on your computer again

five cups of tea: No I’m here I’m just Stuck This is haarrrrrdddddddddd Alya and Nino are just so deep and complex and awesome and I dont’ know how to place them???

mcdonalds: True But wow Slightly offended

five cups of tea: Hey yours is based on a pun I can pun easy

mcdonalds: G o to sleep kitten You can sort them in the mornign Later this morning

five cups of tea: Fine I hope you’re feeling better

mcdonalds: A little bit!! The soup definitely helped Night <3

five cups of tea: Night <3

10:25 in boo you whore

astral projection: saturdays are chill but my mom wants us to clean the entire apartment today and im not about that life

 12:12

mcdonalds has changed their name to enjolras

enjolras: I have no idea who thi s is but I hope it makes Adrien happy

punching hawkmoth in the face: ???? wahts ahppenign

enjolras: Adrien said I was this charactera t like 2

astral projection: why the fuck do none of you people value sleep

punching hawkmoth in the face: how theh ell did that even come up in conversation

enjolras: He was saying he thinks hes like Marius

astral projection: huh

five cups of tea: I’m not sure yet

astral projection: bro!!!

five cups of tea: I'm thinking either Marius or bossuet for myself

punching hawkmoth in the face: r we supposed 2 know the second one

enjolras: Hes got bad luck Thats what I got from our convo when no one else was awake

punching hawkmoth in the face: change ur name i want u2b the hopeless romantic

astral projection: isnt he already??

punching hawkmoth in the face: lmao

five cups of tea has changed their name to marius

punching hawkmoth in the face: awesome were u gonna do nino and i??

marius: Yeah I’m just having some trouble

astral projection: yeah were just too unique to be put into little boxes

marius: Exactly

astral projection: that was sarcasm but i love you so much

marius: <3

punching hawkmoth in the face: hey question not that im doubting maris badassary but why enjolras

marius: Enjolras is incredibly passionate and would do anything for his friends and the people of Paris Reminds me of how Marinette is as class president

PM between marius and enjolras

enjolras: Nice save

marius: Thanks

in boo you whore

astral projection: I see it

marius: Alya could be eponine?

punching hawkmoth in the face: shes the one who cries about marius right

marius: Well I was actually thinking her cause Ponine she knows her way around And all that stuff But yes she cries about Marius she does have a song about that

PM between punching hawkmoth in the face and astral projection

punching hawkmoth in the face: lmao did he just give me the character hopelessly in love with marius

astral projection: rip

punching hawkmoth in the face: end my life

in boo you whore

punching hawkmoth in the face: i cna work with that

punching hawkmoth in the face has changed their nickname to eponine

astral projection: and then tehre was one

marius: I’m struggling

enjolras: Arent we all

eponine: Id help but I know literally nothing other than some of the lyrics RED THE BLOOD OF BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD

astral projection: theres no way that isnt right im 100% sure those are the actual words

eponine: BLACK THE BLOOD OF BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD

enjolras: Period mood

eponine: general mood

enjolras: Ok same

eponine: mood: red and black but the only words are blood

enjolras renamed this conversation to “red the blood of blood blood blood”

eponine: yes exactly

astral projection: sometimes i wonder why im friends with you

eponine: because u love us and would be sad without us

astral projection: ok yes but also why

marius: I mean maybe Grantaire? He’s a jack of all trades? Nino you are…really hard to place But R might be the best bet

enjolras: Wait a minute R?

marius: Yes

enjolras: Get out of this chat

marius: </3

astral projection: that is amazing

astral projection has changed their nickname to grantaire

grantaire: in it for the puns

marius: So is Hugo

enjolras: Who

marius: The writer of les mis

eponine: tag yourself im les miserables all of them

grantaire: you cant be all the miserables

eponine: watch me try

marius: Sorry you must have no idea what’s going on

grantaire: not really we have nothing to contribute but keep going dude!!! i love to hear you ramble

eponine: oh oh i have something to contribute

enjolras: You do?

eponine: 24601? more like 246 so done with your shit

enjolras: Im leaving the country

grantaire: whos shit?

eponine: uh oh fuck whos the antagonist again

marius: Society

grantaire: deep

enjolras: Stop being fake deep

eponine: feep anyway no u butt the police dude

marius: The only evil in les mis IS society And the Thenardiers OH JAVERT

eponine: YES THANK YOU

marius: Javert: do not forget my name Alya: forgets his name

eponine: fuck you also 246 so done with your shit javert

grantaire: thank you for clarifying

eponine: no prob

enjolras: Ok so Im googling stuff to try and figure out whats happening And wow This is depressing ¾ of us die

marius has changed their nickname to bossuet

bossuet: Now all of us die

eponine: nope change back 2 lover boy ur not dying too

grantaire: um no one is dying my dudes

bossuet: We’re always dying But fine

bossuet has changed their nickname to marius

enjolras: Im pretty sure Im dying righ tnow I almost coughed up a lung

eponine: GO TAKE MEDICIN E

enjolras: You arent my mom!!!!!!!!!

eponine: THAT DOESNT MEAN I DONT CCARE ABOUT YOU AND YOUR HEALTH!!!!!!!!!

enjolras: AHHHHH

eponine: AHHHHHH

grantaire: Ahhhhh?

marius: Ahhhhh

#wanna chat #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #my fics #hi this is awful

[kaoruyogi]

About Me Monsterpost

Okay, so @ladydracarysao3 and @ma-sulevin tagged me in some memes while I was gone and just after I came back. I’m gonna jam them all in this post, so if you’re interested, it’s under the cut!

Star sign: Scorpio

Height: 5′8″

Time Right Now: 9:00 am on the dot

Last thing you googled: “EVGA GTX 1070 SC vs FTX” (see this post)

Last book you read:  “Worst. Person. Ever.” by Douglas Coupland, though I’ve been reading a lot of novel-length fanfic lately too.

Favorite music artists: Y’cant ask me questions like this!!! I’l just say that lately (past couple weeks) I’ve been listening to a lot of Carla Morrison, Polica, Odesza, and video game OSTs.

Last TV show watched: The very last show I watched before going to bed was “Call the Midwife.” BBC show about midwives in the East End in the late 1950′s. I like it. It’s cute and kinda poignant when it wants to be.

What are you wearing right now: Black yoga pants with a blue striped band, a gray shirt with an “Underwood 2016″ logo (from House of Cards) and my gray/maroon Cullen Templar hoodie. I’m a walking ad for stuff I like.

When did you create this blog: I’ve had the account for years, but my first post was in July 2016.

What kind of stuff do you post: Cullen, mostly. Dragon Age stuff, my fics, music here and there...that pretty much sums it up.

Do you have instagram: Yeeeaaaahhh, but I haven’t posted in years. I was just using it to show my nail art.

Do you have snapchat: Nah. Not my thing.

Do u get asks regularly: Not really. I used to get more, but I’ve hermited for bar prep, and people don’t like that I guess. I’m always happy to answer asks, though.

How did you choose your url: Kaoru was the name of my favorite guitarist in my favorite band in high school, and Yogi was my nickname in high school. I’ve been using this for a looong time.

Gender: Cis female

Favorite color: RAINBOW! Then blues.

Average hours of sleep: Between 4-10 depending on where I am in my work week.

Favorite characters: Cullen Rutherford, Sera, Dorian Pavus, Garrus Vakarian, Nathan Drake, Ellie and Joel...I could go on for days like this.

How many blankets do you sleep with: One on me, one on my husband/over the rest of the bed, one in the middle for the dog.

Dream job: Intellectual property attorney (copyright, I think)

Random: I dunno...I started playing “Horizon: Zero Dawn” last night, and it’s pretty. But I was too sleepy to get really into it. Also it’s kinda tropey, at least in the beginning. 

1. How tall are you? 5′8″

2. What colour and style is your hair? Copper-red

3. What colour are your eyes? Hazel, gray-green-blue on the outside with a copper ring around the pupil

4. Do you wear glasses? Yeah

5. Do you wear braces? Not anymore, but I did when I was 14.

6. What is your fashion sense? T-shirts and yoga pants for home, jeans or jeggings or a dress for going out, a uniform or a rad pant or skirt suit for work.

7. Do you have any siblings? 1

8. What kinda student were/are you? Teacher’s pet all the way through high school. I was high performing student who loved to participate and always wanted to know more. In college, there were some classes I only showed up to if there was a test/quiz, but others I actively participated in (still came out with a good GPA). In law school I was tired, but generally prepared, and I participated a lot. And I graduated with scholastic merit.

9. What is your favourite subject? It was English and History when those were a thing still.

10. Favourite TV shows? Can’t ask me this!!! There are too many.

11. Favourite books? Also too many...I like stuff by Chuck Palahniuk, Douglas Coupland, Neil Gaiman, Janet Fitch, William Shakespeare and dozens of other amazing authors.

12. Favourite pastime? Vidja games, mostly. I’ve been playing some form or another since I was 9 months old and my dad got me a talking parrot game for his new computer.

13. Any regrets? Eh, not really. They’re pointless.

14. What is your dream job? See above in previous meme ^^^

15. Do you want to get married? I am, so...yeah?

16. Do you want kids? How many? Yeah, we want 2.

17. How many countries have you visited? 3-4 (depending on how you count Scotland), but I want to do 3-4 more in one go for our next big vacation

18. What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had? Usually ones where people are being horribly murdered...I have a lot of those. Don’t ask me why because I have no idea.

19. Do you have any enemies? Probably? I’m an oblivious archenemy I think.

20. Do you have a datemate? My husband, I guess?

a - age: 30 b - biggest fear: Failure c - current time: now 9:34 am d - drink you last had: Water; last non-water drink: Hubert’s Mango Lemonade e - every day starts with: Checking my phone f - favorite song: At this very moment? Either “Un Beso” or “Azucar Morena” both by Carla Morrison g - ghosts, are they real: Nah h - hometown: I don’t want people doxing me, so I’m just gonna go with Southern California  i - in love with: My husband (and our dog? XD) j - jealous of: People who own houses and already have babies...and maybe the people who passed the bar the first time. k - killed someone: At work, we have this thing where, if you answer the phone when someone was dead or dying, you “killed” them. So, in that case, sure. But I’ve never actually killed anyone. l - last time you cried: Day before yesterday. I cry a lot. n - number of siblings: 1 o - one wish: That I passed the bar this time so I can move the fuck on already. p - person you last called/texted: @ladydracarysao3 ^_^ q - questions you’re always asked: How’s school/studying? r - reasons to smile: My husband, my parents/sister, my dog, my friends, a nice comment on tumblr or AO3 s - song last sang: "Un Beso” t - time you woke up: 7:34 am u - underwear color: black  v - vacation destination: Next time, The Netherlands, Belgium, and Denmark w - worst habit: Nibbling on things x - x-rays you’ve had: From bottom to top: toes, ankles, entire spine, fingers, neck, head, teeth, and nose. I’ve broken some stuff and had some injuries. XD y - your favorite food: Pasta or salmon sushi...can’t make me pick more specifically than that. z - zodiac sign: Scorpio 

1. Favorite Color? See above ask meme ^^^

2. Favorite Movie? Too hard a question to answer. It probably falls somewhere between 2005  “Pride and Prejudice” and “The Fifth Element.” But who knows?

3. Favorite Music? See above ask meme ^^^

4. Best childhood memory? There are a lot of good ones...the mud fight in the front garden with my little sister, chasing bighorn sheep up the side of a mountain in Alaska, getting chased by a herd of startled elk in Montana, playing video games with my sister and/or my parents, movie nights...I had a pretty good childhood up to a point.

5. What are you most proud of? The life/relationships I’ve built.

6. Left or right handed? Right

7. If you could only keep 5 things, what would they be? My laptop, my phone, my chargers, my dog, and my wallet to buy the rest of that shit back!

8. Most embarrassing moment? Umm...I screamed on the air once while I was talking to units in the field, and about 300-400 people heard me? I dunno, I don’t get embarrassed easily.

9. Your favorite characteristic? A great laugh and great hugs

10. Water, wind, earth or fire? Depends on the day. Sometimes fire, sometimes water, sometimes earth.

HOLY SHIT THAT TOOK ME AN HOUR!!! Okay, if you’ve made it this far, congratulations!!! <3 I’m not gonna tag anyone because that would just be cruel. XD

#ask meme #about me #amanda talks #monsterpost

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Tagged~

Ok, hold on to your hats people because this is going to be a long-ass post. I have been told my cuts don’t work on mobile (?? TUMBLR PLS) so if this doesn’t work I sincerely apologize in advance for a lot of scrolling :’) Alright so I was tagged... like 6 times I think? And I’m just going to answer them all in here xD

Also I’m gonna tag a bunch of people and you can just... decide which ones you want to do, do several, do all of them, do none at all - whatever you prefer xD @cheatos @chxngsey @fairylights101writes @cheetahleopard @snowflakers @notinvidia @anyadisee @tallihoo @lalikaa @seijouho @astersandstuffs @phea-chan @owlkaashi-keiji @heirxx @thehibiscusthief @screamingnitrogenchallenge @fandang1

...alright, let the oversharing begin :’)

1. Tagged by @grand-king-toru (thank you, and you’re tagged in all the other ones too, obviously!!) and @queeniwaizumi (your tag was a little different but basically all your questions were in this one too so I didn’t do it separately FORGIVE ME TAT - and ofc you’re tagged too!!)

Favourite place: My apartment, or on top of a mountain, or in my car, or at my mom’s house, or in a Café in the center of my city where I can sketch people Relationship status: Single Favourite colour: Phtalo blue and magenta Pets: I have allergies :’) Last song I listened to: We Know The Way from Moana Favourite tv show: If we’re talking anime, it’s Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood (by a MILE). As for non-anime shows, I’m currently enjoying A Series of Unfortunate Events very much (those books were my childhood & I’m so pumped for this series you have no idea) First Fandom: Harry Potter probably, first anime fandom was Inuyasha Hobbies: writing, drawing, singing, skiing, driving my siblings places (being the oldest is GreatTM), currently trying to learn to play the guitar Books I’m currently reading: Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn (and 50 others I started in Better Days™ when I had more time for reading) Favourite book: Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, The Chaos Walking trilogy by Patrick Ness, Harry Potter by JKR, Howl’s Moving Castle by Dianne Wynne Jones, Die Stadt der Träumenden Bücher by Walter Moers Worst thing you’ve ever eaten/tasted: Milk that had gone off. It’s gross. Living alone is hard, please don’t make the mistakes I did.

2. Tagged by @seidou-chan (thank you, you’re also obviously tagged in all the others as well~)

Name: call me French :D Nickname: French, Frenchie Gender: female Sign: Pisces Height: 155cm Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Hogwarts house: Gryffindor/Ravenclaw Favourite colour: (see above) xD Favourite animal: Dolphins, Turtles, Owls Time right now: 1:15pm Average hours of sleep: Ideally 8, currently 3, I probably need to see a doctor about this Cat or dog person: Allergies :’) (tbh I love both ok) Favourite fictional character from Harry Potter: Ginny Weasley (, Sirius Black, Molly Weasley, Hermione Granger, Bellatrix Lestrange) Number of blankets you sleep with: One Favourite singer or band: currently Of Monsters and Men Dream trip: Cities! I love sightseeing :D Also Skiing, always skiing. Dream job: Musical singer/actress When was this blog created: 20..13? Started out as a Supernatural blog xD When did your blog reach its peak: Still climbing hopefully What made you decide to make a tumblr: blame @notinvidia

3. Tagged by @marleeb (ty friend, we haven’t talked much yet so sorry for the spam of information here xD Feel free to do whichever of these tags interests you :D)

5 things you’ll find in my bag: Notebooks (at least 3) Assorted pens Allergy medication My wallet Haikyuu keychains :D

(see also this post)

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom: An enormous bookshelf (ca 1,5k books, 850 mangas) Assorted recording devices & equipment A large easel and all sorts of art supplies (acrylics, aquarelles, watercolors, pastels, colored pencils, crayons, markers, modeling paste, ink, soapstone) The door to my kitchen xD My workspace w/ computers and legal dictionaries ^^

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in life: Publish a novel Raise children Own a house with a private library and a large conservatory full of plants Perform on a large stage (did that, was amazing, love to do it again) Become a translator (lol I had no idea what i was signing up for)

5 things that make me happy: Singing (is the ultimate joy of my life) and performing w/ my choir Getting feedback for my writing (makes me ecstatic ngl) and exchanging ideas with people My brilliant, lovely, multi-facetted family My warm, patient and understanding friends Being able to create, and share my ideas to people who care about them :D 5 things I’m currently into: Moana (it has consumed my life and my life is infinitely better for it) Haikyuu (and the wonderful people I’ve met through it) My original stories (which I cannot wait to work on more) A Series of Unfortunate Events (the netflix series is so great and it really lives up to the books in my opinion??) Wasting time on tumblr and ignoring the BA-thesis that I need to be writing (and my work because why be responsible)

5 things on my to-do list: *cringes* my thesis My invoices & VAT returns Get someone to help me change a lightbulb (this is not a joke, I’m short) Finish writing two letters to friends that I’m working on :D (though this one I’m looking forward to) Finish writing the 60+ fics I’ve started and work on my original projects too :’)

(what a boring to-do list is2g)

5 things people may not know about me: I OVERSHARE ALL THE TIME (you knew that) I’m a legal translator (German/English) and I work freelance I am allergic to EVERYTHING I…really love…girls… I speak 4 languages (and a fifth one barely) :D

4. Tagged by @ghost--fox (this was a while back and I’m sorry for being so slow ;-; THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME!!! I did your other tag too, below this one :D - obviously you’re tagged in any of the above if you feel like it xD)

Rules: Put your music on “Shuffle” List the first 10 songs Tag 10 people

1. Avicii – Hey Brother 2. Nothing’s Carved In Stone – Spirit Inspiration (Zetsuen no Tempest Opening) 3. Suzanne Vega – The Queen and the Soldier (I’m gonna base an AU on this just you wait) 4. The Cab - Endlessly 5. Blue Stahli – Anti You 6. Ramin Karimloo – Show Me Light (Have I yelled about how much I love him? I love him!!) 7. All Time Low – Cinderblock Garden 8. Genesis – Follow You Follow Me (I have no regrets, love me some 80s Phil Collins) 9. Ayumi Hamazaki – Dearest (Inuyasha Ending) 10. Nightmare – Sekai Wo (Death Note Opening)

5. Tagged again by @ghost--fox :D THANK YOU!!

A - Age: 21 soon xD B - Biggest fear: not making a difference C - Current time: 2:08pm (this took long omg) D - Drink you last had: I actually bought a fresh coconut and drank it :0 (my allergies are like “uhm girl that was a bad choice” but tbh it was worth it) E - Every day starts with: Removing my retainer and taking my allergy meds F - Favorite song: Empire by Of Monsters and Men and Invincible by Hedley G - Ghosts, are they real: Idk fam H - Hometown: Munich I - In love with: being inspired & motivated?? it’s the BEST?? J - Jealous of: healthy people K - Killed someone: couldn’t even if I wanted to L - Last time you cried: Out of frustration in December M - Middle name: Johanna (after my grandmother) N - Number of siblings: 4 (3 + an older step-sister I see twice a year) O - One wish: Stop using religion as an excuse for hate crimes P - Person you last called/texted: My dad/my friend Nina respectively Q - Questions you’re always asked: Can you chill? / Can you drive me to [place]? / How’s it going with your thesis? - pls But also: Are you doing okay? / Do you need me to listen? / Sing with me? – YES THANK YOU R - Reasons to smile: Fanfiction and fanart exists. Hot chocolate, tea and fluffy blankets. Music, Art, Books, Stories. Stars & the sky. Brilliant people are making brilliant things every day. A small act of kindness from you to a stranger can make all the difference. S - Song last sang: The Lasset uns nicht zerteilen chorus from Bach’s Johannespassion in my singing lesson (in preparation for our next choir concert), and then assorted Hamilton songs on my drive home xD T - Time you woke up: 7am U - Underwear color: dark blue V- Vacation destination: Cities w/ lots of art & culture :D W - Worst habit: biting my fingernails & cuticles I HATE MYSELF X - X-rays you’ve had: lots for my teeth (wrecked a tooth and used to have braces also), one for my knee after a hiking accident Y - Your favorite food: lasagna (w/ meat or spinach honestly I like both a lot) Z - Zodiac sign: Pisces

...and lastly, 6. Tagged by  @missellaineous (this is also super old I apologize but I liked your questions so :D - feel free to do any of the other tags if you want xD)

1. What can’t you sleep without? My phone. Literally I use it as an alarm clock xD 2. What are your favorite kind of socks? :0 I like big fluffy warm ones – and also I like skiing socks because they fit really tightly and they’re also super warm xD 3. What’s your favorite snack/meal/drink? Atm I am very weak for cookies (I have… phases. At one point I ate so many gummy bears that now I just cannot), my favorite food is lasagna and my favorite drink is water or tea (no milk, no sugar, I dislike sweet drinks except if it’s hot chocolate xD) 4. What’s your favorite kind of weather? …do you know the artist Yuumei? A lot of her pictures have spectacular skies that are like… the sun breaking through dark clouds after a storm? That. That’s my favorite weather. It’s so… motivational and  hopeful? Idk, but I love it. 5. What do you like to listen to/do to relax and feel better when you’re upset? I love the songs from musicals because they’re great to sing along to and singing always improves my mood :D I have endless love for Les Mis, Phantom of the Opera and Hamilton atm. Also what always helps me is, in my mom’s words, to “talk to someone who doesn’t hate you”. Because I tend to hate on myself a lot when I’m upset (for not being better, happier, healthier, enough) and it helps to talk to my friends, who objectively don’t think I’m as awful as I tend to think I am ^^ And they’re all really kind and understanding (and/or blunt when I need someone to tell me to snap out of it). 6. What’s your favorite store to shop at? HOO BOY ok I love bookstores (because duh, books) and lately I’ve also been loving Muji a lot? xD Also we have an art supply chain here in Germany that has GREAT STUFF and I always go overboard xD 7. What color do you wear the most? Black probably, but that’s because most of my pants/leggings are black. Other than that I own a lot of blue and also a lot of red, esp. dresses :D 8. What’s your favorite (video/board/social/party) game to play? That’s hard?? I don’t play a lot of video games but I absolutely adored Undertale. Funnily enough we play card & board games a lot when we meet with my old friends from school, but tbh I don’t have a favorite. I recently learned how to play Skat, which is really enjoyable? (Google tells me apparently that’s mainly a German thing, ok.) And, eh, I’m not a big fan of parties & party games ^^ 9. Any guilty pleasures? When I have time, I watch objectively bad or cliché anime and write commentary xD Also I spend way too much time playing The Sims if I’m totally honest... and scrolling through my dash. Damn. 10. If you could go anywhere (in real life or in fiction), where would it be? Or fiction??? HOGWARTS?!?! Teach me all the magic pls?! …ok but for real though I would love to visit some of my online friends :’)

Alright that’s it, thank you all again and sorry I’m slow and this is a huge post full of way too much information, I’m gonna let myself out now

#French speaks #tagged #I'm seriously so sorry this exploded

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(( ☠ - Do you think you’d survive a zombie apocalypse? ♫ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music, if no, why not? ☰ - Fun random fact about the mun! ))

Do you think you’d survive a zombie apocalypse?

Haha no......... I am out of shape and have no weapon skills. Also, I live in a densely populated area of the country, so I’m basically F U C K E D.

Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music, if no, why not?

Sometimes. When I do, it’s usually either songs that are RP-related or instrumental things (typically by Joe Hisaishi). Either those or any songs I’m generally obsessed with atm. And when I don’t listen to music, it’s usually because at that point it would be distracting and overloading my senses too much to write at the same time.

Fun random fact about the mun!

When I first started ‘drawing’, I traced E V E R Y T H I N G. Art books, illustrations, pictures from the computer, you name it. After being criticized for it by a close friend of mine, though, I stopped ‘drawing’ things altogether. It was a while later before we reconciled and he encouraged me to start drawing for real and get a DeviantArt account. That was the real beginning of me posting things online. B/c like HELL was I gonna use Facebook, and I didn’t really have any other places I posted things. (Except this one old site called Quizilla... It got shut down, but I posted a few cringey stories there before the site got taken down. Tbh, I’m glad they’re gone. Though I’m sure I still have them kicking around in my or my mom’s computers’ memories...)

#meme #sparkler v #Ask