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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝟒. ♡ 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"Hi! I hope u have a lovely day :] I was wondering if I could request an imagine where you're online friends with Gogy and one day you send him a picture wearing his merch and he can't stop thinking about it and finally ends up telling you he has a crush on you?? Thank you in advance :] I really enjoy your writing"

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

warnings: Zoom Video Communications none :)

links: | ao3 | request | masterlist |

⋆ song recommendation: Slowly by Josh Gilligan

(streamer bf gogy brainrot brrr) hello sweet anon! thank you for much for this request :) I love love love all the geo simps and their ideas. also thank you to my dearest LB for helping me with the plot help. happy reading, everyone! ♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

You tapped your fingers on your desk, nails clattering at you waiting to be let into your third Zoom meeting of the day. Usually, you got off with only one lecture, but because of upcoming exams, you were finding yourself in and out of virtual meetings and office hours. Sure, it was better than jogging from building to building, fighting the crowds, and searching for a seat in a packed lecture hall, but it was still wearing you down beyond belief.

You rested your chin in your hand as your window went from white to dark grey, the square with your name getting wedged in beside the professor. Everyone’s cameras were off, a thankful sigh leaving your lips as your head slumped down to lay against your arm, the danger of falling asleep suddenly becoming more prominent.

You jumped slightly as your professor cleared their throat, sharing their screen and beginning to ramble off facts listed on the slideshow. You played with your keyboard, focused on removing a crumb from beneath your spacebar that was almost unreachable. You usually took notes in the class, but today was just one of those days.

“... And with that in mind, I’m going to put you all into breakout rooms…” Your professor trailed off, eyebrows furrowed as they peered at their screen and clicked frantically to assign all of you to rooms. You yawned, smacking your cheeks and sitting up. You were determined not to be a shitty partner, at least. The white box popped up, inviting you to join breakout room four. That’s always lucky, you thought to yourself as you joined.

Once again, you were cursed to look at the buffering wheel of death as your internet struggled to sustain all your opened tabs. Please, just a little longer, you groaned internally, eyes dashing towards the receiver and exhaling in relief as your computer connected to the breakout room. You turned on your camera, eliciting your partner, George, to do the same.

You flashed him a smile as you struggled to open the article from the previous night. “Hi! How’s it going?” You greeted, not yet looking at him.

“I’m good, actually. How are you?” He engaged, his voice deep and tired.

You finally managed to split your screen enough so that you could see him and the article. “Yeah, I’m good too. Thanks,” you chewed the inside of your cheek, eyes skimming some of the notes you’d etched into the margins. “So, did you have any idea what,” you paused, squinting at the author’s name, “Robert A. Schneider means when he discusses how ‘men of letters’ fear the lower class more than anything?” You asked, as your eyes trailed across your screen to finally gauge his reaction, you were taken aback by his appearance.

His soft features and dark eyes made you feel safe. As he smiled softly, running his fingers into his hair, he seemed to be racking his brain for an answer. He opened his mouth to begin, detailing what you had previously thought with better articulation.

The two of you got through the basic questions the professor had scripted for the students, then finding yourself still stuck in the breakout room. On a normal day, your professor would have pulled everyone back into the call after the first few questions.

George swiveled in his chair quietly as he listened to you briefly explain your area of study. His kind smile made your heart flutter slightly. Deep down, you hoped the two of you would be stuck in the room for a while.

Soon your topics blended into what kind of movies you both watched, a debate on where you could buy the cheapest bread on campus, and what kind of party people the two of you were. After an hour, instead of worrying whether or not your professor was dead, you were swapping numbers and planning out how the two of you would turn the Florida Keys into the headquarters of your new cult where the members would all worship a separate bitchy philosopher.

You pulled one of your legs to your chest, resting your cheek against your knee as his laughing died out. “Okay, this might be a weird question, but I need to know why your webcam is so clear. Is it like an OnlyFans thing or…”

He chuckled. “Yeah it’s definitely OnlyFans,” he joked, making you laugh. “I’m actually a ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ” he mumbled.

Your eyebrows perked playfully. “You’re a what?”

He pursed his lips to fit the grin stretching across his face. “ᵃ ᵐⁱⁿᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ”

You snorted slightly. “Sorry darling, you’ll have to speak up. What was that?”

He wet his lips, rolling his eyes as he bashfully groaned. “I’m a Minecraft streamer.”

You giggled, him basking in your disbelief. He smiled a bit brighter as he shrugged, leaning back in his chair as you rambled off questions. “There’s no way! Nerd!” you chaffed, making him smile as if he liked it when you playfully teased him. “Are you super popular?” You asked, catching your breath.

He bit his bottom lip swaying his head slightly as if deciding not to answer. “Mmmm. Not really.”

“Well, come on, Georgios! Give me your Twitch user and I’ll be your biggest fan, I promise.” He laughed at your response, digging out his phone to send you a link.

“I’d like to see you try,” he mumbled.

After the class had finally ended, you’d learned that your professor was on the phone with their credit card company. In the following weeks, you and George were in constant contact, even becoming part of each other’s daily routines.

As you studied for finals, you’d turn on his stream, letting his voice alleviate some of the stress of your exams. He knew you were watching and would even drop hints for you in what he was saying, or he’d blatantly just ask what you were talking about in your essay for a certain class. After the stream would end, he’d call you either on Discord or the phone, just so it felt like the two of you were studying together.

Jokingly, you badgered him to send you some of his merch, threatening to buy it from a bootleg online store if he didn’t. He had only brushed it off at the time, but shortly after, you received a hoodie in the mail with his gamer tag printed across it.

It was late at night when you’d received it, the tiredness of your eyes and George’s dulcet tones lulling you towards the idea of a dead sleep. Yet, you were drawn from your pleasant relaxation with the shrilling of your doorbell. You shrugged out of your blanket cocoon, grabbing your phone and trudging down the stairs. As you tore open the bag, your phone buzzed with a text from George asking if you’d seen something that one of his chat members. You chuckled softly and dug your hand into the material, holding it out in front of you.

You snickered to yourself, running your fingers across the red patch in the center. You slipped it over your head, letting the softness of the fabric brush against your skin. You snapped a photo of yourself and stumbled back upstairs before sending it to him.

When you returned, George was focused on something he was crafting. His eyes darted down to one corner of the screen where his phone was probably sitting. His eyes flashed back up with a smug grin on his face as if he knew exactly what you were going to say. Your “Thanks sugar daddy xx,” probably didn’t help either.

“What, chat?” His voice came out slightly uneven as he bit back a smile. You skimmed what people were asking. “It’s not a nude. A friend of mine got something I sent them,” he answered nonchalantly, finishing up what he was doing. The chat began to spam quietly. “No, it’s not a maid costume. Jesus Christ.” He leaned back in his chair, grabbing his phone and opening your message.

A grin spread across his face, alongside the light dusting of rosy pigment settling in his cheeks. He chuckled to himself, quickly replying before getting back to his game. You scoffed at his response.

George (H325) Anything for my silly little baka

You curled up again, putting away your schoolwork and devoting your attention to watching his stream as you drifted off to sleep.

Once again, you found yourself at the mercy of your internet as you attempted to join the breakout room assigned to you. You almost jumped out of your chair when it finally connected and you found George waiting for you. You smiled slightly as he scrolled through his phone. “What are the chances?” You asked, pulling his eyes to you.

He grinned, clicking off whatever he was looking at. “I was just about to raid your inbox.”

You chuckled. “I almost wore your merch to class, just to out you to whoever my partner was,” you joked, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m glad it’s me then,” he responded. You began scrounging around for your article. After a beat of hesitation, George spoke up again. “Hey, I’m glad you like the sweatshirt…” You perked an eyebrow in his direction. “I actually haven’t been able to get that picture out of my head. I know it’s stupid,” he stated lightly, chuckling nervously. You could feel your heart beating in your ears. “It’s so lame, but I think I have a crush on you.”

You sat back in your chair, stunned. “I mean, the feeling’s mutual. Even if it’s lame,” you mirrored, winking at him. “I mean, maybe it’s not lame because I know I like you.”

He smiled to himself at your answer before chuckling, “Should we Zoom date or something?”

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lostinthewiind · 5 years

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Verbal Volatility - Part 4

Johnny Martin - Band of Brothers

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Synopsis: 5 years after the war you get an invite in the mail for an Easy Company reunion. There are so many memories from your time as a Paratrooper — good and bad — that you have yet to tell your husband; but one, in particular, stands out.

Tag List: @warmommy @gottapenny @croatianbagudna @scissorsfordoc @wexhappyxfew @mayhem24-7forever

Clutching the invite in your hands hard, your knuckles nearly turning white from the force, your eyes scanned the words over and over again. When you had first received the invitation to the Easy Company reunion in the mail, you had felt a mixture of emotions.

At first, you were beyond excited at the thought of seeing the guys again, but then you remembered some of the haunting memories from your years in Europe that made your stomach turn, and you knew that seeing everyone again would bring them back.

You had shared most of your experiences with your husband, and he was always supportive and there for you in times of need. But there was one memory in particular; one that you had never shared with anyone. One that you were very reluctant to drudge back up from the pits of your being where you had stashed it away.

You tried to get out of going to the reunion, but your husband kept telling you over and over again how much you would regret missing out on seeing your brothers in arms again, and eventually, he wore you down.

Reaching over as the two of you walked up the path to the building where the reunion was being held, your husband, Henry, grabbed onto your shaking hands and flashed you a warm, reassuring smile. “It’ll be fine.” he reminded you. “The way you talk about these men, I’ll be surprised if they don’t all jump into your arms at once.”

“You’re probably right.” you forced a smile in return. “God, I wonder how they’ve all been. Letters back and forth every few months can only do so much. I can’t wait to see them again.”

Henry chuckled and gave your hands a squeeze. “That’s the spirit!”

When the two of you walked through the front doors and into the banquet hall, you immediately froze in place. The large room was full of faces that you had sworn you had forgotten most of and voices you heard faintly in the back of your head every once in a while. It was like the first day of Toccoa all over again.

“No fucking way!” a familiar voice called from the opposite end of the hall. Stepping through a crowd of people, George Luz emerged, a grin on his face just like always. “Is that Y/N?”“

“George Luz.” you started towards him, the two of you meeting halfway and pulling each other in for a tight hug. “My God, you haven’t changed a bit.”

George laughed; man, you had missed that laugh. “It’s only been five years. What, did you expect me to be old and gray already?”

“Maybe a little.” you giggled. “I honestly have no idea what I was expecting. I just wanted to see everyone again. This feels so...surreal.”

George grabbed your arm and winked. “You think this is weird? Wait ‘till you see Bill and his troop of children. His family could field a whole baseball team...or a whole platoon of Paratroopers.”

“Bill’s here?” you gasped. It had been even longer since you had seen him and Joe — not since Bastogne.

George nodded. “Toye too.”

And just like that, you were swept away into the crowd of men, the time passing by much too quickly as you greeted man after man as they arrived. You introduced everyone to your husband, and they introduced you to their wives. Every once in a while you had to take a second just to convince yourself that everything was real.

It felt like a dream — the happiest dream you had had in a long while.

As you turned to grab another drink for you and a few of the men, another couple entered the hall and you stopped dead in your tracks. Johnny and Patricia Martin. Your eyes landed on his face — the one face you had never forgotten even an inch of — and waited for him to spot you as well.

When his eyes met yours, the two of you stared at one another for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, though, he broke eye contact and turned his attention back to the woman by his side and wrapped his arm protectively around her waist.

So that was the sweet, kind, caring Patricia Martin that you had heard so much about. You had only ever seen photos but somehow she was even more beautiful in person.

So that was the woman whose husband you slept with...more than once.

During the war, after the first time you and Martin had had sex, there were many more occasions between Hagenau and the end of the war where you two had hooked up. Then, after the war, you two went your separate ways. No goodbye, no letters back and forth, nothing.

Seeing him now really made you feel like you were asleep, but instead of a dream, it was turning into a nightmare.

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you continued on your way to the bar and ordered as many drinks as your small hands could carry back to the group of men. For another hour or so you talked with everyone and anyone about everything and anything. It really did feel like you were back in that small, poorly-lit bar in England again.

Excusing yourself to go to the bathroom, you exited the hall and started down the hallway towards the restrooms. With your mind wandering, you turned the corner, not exactly fully aware of your surroundings, and collided with someone else.

“Shit, sorry.” you cursed as your hand reached out for the wall at the same time as two large hands grabbed onto your waist to keep you from stumbling or falling over.

“It was my fault.” the person said. You instantly recognized the voice.

Looking up, you came face to face with Martin. Your breathing hitched and you felt your palms begin to sweat. The last time the two of you had been that close you had been in a pitch black room, clothes on the floor, your legs wrapped around him, his mouth on yours.

“No, no.” you forced yourself to speak so you would stop silently gawking at him with your mouth hung open like a fish out of water. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. It was my fault.”

“How about we just say it was both of our faults?” he suggested as he pulled his hands from your waist suddenly as if he just realized they were there.

You nodded as you pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah. That works.”

There was a long, suffocating, pregnant pause. Then, at once, both of you started to talk. The words were so jumbled together that you weren’t even able to figure out what you had been trying to say.

“I’m sorry.” Martin sighed. “You go first.”

“No, you go ahead.” you insisted, but when he kept quiet, you shrugged. “I was just going to say that you look good. I hope life has been treating you well after everything.”

The corners of Martin’s mouth twitched into the hint of a smile. “Yeah, yeah. It hasn’t been too bad. Great job, great house...great wife. How about you?”

“Much of the same,” you answered, your mind stuck on how his tone changed when he said ‘wife’. “My husband is here with me tonight, as I’m sure you saw. Yeah, things haven’t been too bad.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

Stepping around you, Martin made a move to head back to the main room, but before he got more than five steps away, he stopped and turned back around again. “Listen, ugh...I’m sorry about not keeping in touch. I tried a few times to write but I...I just couldn’t.”

“I understand.” you were almost taken aback that he brought up the topic at all. “I tried a few times as well...I just had no idea what I was supposed to say.”

“Well, we’re both happily married with good, stable lives now.” Martin scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I suppose there isn’t really anything to say.”

“I suppose so.” you agreed.

Silence again. No talking, no moving, just the two of you standing opposite each other in the middle of the hallway.

“I thought about you a lot.” the words slipped from your lips before your brain had a chance to filter through them. “I think about you a lot.”

Martin didn’t even seem surprised. “I think about you a lot too.”

“You didn’t tell Patty about us, did you?” you inquired.

“God, no. Never.” Martin shook his head hard. “What about you? Did you tell your husband?”

“It’s the only thing I’ve never told him,” you admitted. “It’s the only thing I never will, and I don’t even know why because it was before I met him anyway. But still, no matter how much I try to tell myself it doesn’t matter, when I think back to what happened between us...it feels wrong.”

Martin groaned as he ran his hand over his face. “It was wrong.”

You took a step closer to him, narrowing the gap as you lowered your voice. “Then why did we do it?” you asked him, sincerely hoping he was able to give you an honest-to-God answer.

“It felt right.”

“But it was wrong.” your hands slid up his chest and landed on his shoulders. You loved your husband.

“It was very wrong.” his hands found their way back to your waist. He loved his wife.

Your faces were inches apart, lips ghosting over one another’s. Five years and Johnny Martin still made you feel things no other man ever could. Five years and you still had no self-control when it came to him.

Then he kissed you, but it wasn’t like any of the other times he had ever kissed you before. You remembered every time John Martin had ever kissed you, and it was always rough, hungry, demanding, and powerful. This kiss was different, however. This kiss was soft, short, and sweet.

“Why do we keep doing this?” you breathed as you pulled away.

Before Martin could answer, the sound of footsteps approaching pulled the two of you apart. Exiting the hall, Patricia spotted Martin and made her way over. “There you are!” she smiled wide. “I was starting to worry you had gotten lost.”

“No, no. Just catching up.” Martin eyed you subtly as his wife reached for his hand. “Patty, this is Y/N.”

“Oh, Y/N!” Patty pulled you in for a bone-breaking hug that caught you completely off guard. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Your eyes widened as you were released from the hug and you could finally breathe easy again. ��You have?” your eyes flickered toward Martin for a split second.

“Oh, yes.” Patty nodded. “You are one of the few Johnny consistently talks positively about.”

“Oh.” a small grin spread across your face. “Well, I’m sure he’s probably made me sound a lot better than I actually am.”

“Nonsense.” Patty waved off your statement. “If you and your husband ever find yourselves in Pheonix, you must come for dinner.”

You nodded, knowing there was no way you could turn down the generous offer. “I will be sure to let you know if we’re ever in the area,” you assured her. “Anyway, I should go find Henry. He’s probably wondering where I am.”

“Yeah.” Martin wrapped his arm around Patty. “We’ll probably be going soon anyway. It was really good to see you again, Y/N. Keep in touch, will you?”

Your smile was genuine that time. “Yeah.” you agreed. “I’ll keep in touch.”

“Good.”

Forgetting that your original plan had been to use the bathroom, you turned and wandered back into the banquet hall, your body heading toward your husband but your mind still firmly planted back in that hallway with Martin.

You didn’t want to just hear from him every once in a while from a letter that never contained the words you really wanted to hear. All those times you had been together during the war, they were one thing, but the kiss you shared minutes ago was something else.

In that brief moment you saw a side of Martin that you had never seen before; a side that actually cared about you, even after five years apart.

In the middle of the room, you came to a stop. In front of you, Henry was waving you over, his face full of happiness as he joked along with the other guys. Looking back, you watched as Martin and Patricia got ready to leave, Patricia digging through her purse for something while Martin’s eyes were on you.

Your heart beating against your chest was suddenly the only thing you could hear, the sound loud and deafening in your ears.

Martin watched you carefully, the look on his face screaming at you to give him a reason not to go — begging you to make a decision.

Your husband was none-the-wiser, having already turned back to his conversation with Frank and George. In his mind, he had nothing to worry about. He had only heard the name John Martin a few times, and usually, it was connected to a much bigger story.

He had no idea about what you and Martin had between the two of you; experiences, adventures, connections...a story. There was something deeper than just having sex in a dark room when everyone else was off doing something else.

You knew you loved Henry, but he would never be Johnny Martin. No one could ever be Johnny Martin except for the man staring back at you at that moment.

Whether you liked it or not, your mind had been made up. It had been made up since the moment you set eyes on Martin again.

You knew that coming to the reunion was a bad idea.

Spinning back around, you started heading back out of the room and into the hall again, your eyes calling for Martin to follow you. As you headed toward the front doors you could hear footsteps behind you and knew he was following. This was it. It was now or never.

As soon as you stepped outside into the dark, quiet parking lot you turned to face Martin and his lips were on yours again before you could so much as blink.

“Something that feels so good can’t be wrong, can it?” he spoke in between desperate, wanting kisses. “No matter how much I love Patty, she will never be the one I want when the nights get cold, dark, and lonely.”

“Every day for five years straight I have wanted nothing more than to see you again,” you confessed. “And now that I have, I know I can’t go a single day without seeing you. I love Henry...I want Henry, but I need you. I...I need you, Johnny Martin.”

Martin pressed his lips against yours one final time before drawing a deep breath. “If we’re going to do this, we need to do this now. I don’t know where we will go, but wherever it is, we will go together.”

“Okay.” you nodded, your hands shaking as you gripped onto Martin’s jacket for stability.

Taking one step back, Martin held his hand out to you. “Are we doing this, Y/N?”

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth and took a few seconds to give what you were about to do some good, hard contemplation. There was no turning back once you said yes. Either you took Martin’s hand and stepped into uncertainty with him or went back inside to your husband and returned to the life you knew and trusted.

“Y/N?” Martin asked again. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too. There’s something between us...something neither of us can shake. For the sake of my sanity, Y/N, please take my hand.”

Martin was right. As cheesy at it sounded, the war had brought the two of you together, and whether you liked it or not, you were connected. You needed him and he needed you.

So, you took his hand.

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alicedoessurveys · 5 years

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VERY long survey

Where have you lived throughout your life?

Birmingham UK

Do you find your job rewarding?

N/A

What kind of cake did you have for your last birthday?

chocolate

To you, which is better: English muffins or bagels?

I enjoy both, but bagels.

Do you paint your nails?

yes. although they're not painted at the moment because ive been cleaning the house so much the past couple days and its stripped my varnish off

What’s the last website you signed up for?

a dating thing

Do you check your email everyday?

yes, I cant stand having the little red number above the mail app

Have you created any pages on Facebook?

yes but I dont have them anymore

Is there a subject that you absolutely suck at?

every subject, but especially maths and science

What’s your favourite song by Dave Matthews Band?

I dont know any

Are there people you have absolutely nothing in common with, but still enjoy talking to?

I dot particularly enjoy talking to anyone :’)

Have you ever wandered around drunk with your friend?

yes, we wondered around through the middle of Birmingham at 4am

Are you good at holding back your laughter if needed?

haha nope

Have you ever been so unfortunate to suffer from a hangover?

yes

Have you ever had a panic attack?

many, I had to drop out of college because of them

Are you deathly allergic to anything?

nope

Have you ever had a mouse in your house?

nope

Do you know anyone who DOESN’T have an ex?

myself

Is anyone you know really religious?

my family

Are your eyebrows naturally thick?

yes

Has speaking in front of people ever made you sick?

not physically sick, but definitely felt it. the worst experience Ive had with speaking was in college when I had to give a speech then teach a 10 minute class. my throat totally dried up and I literally couldnt speak. everyone just stared at me and I was trying so hard not to cry. longest 10 minutes of my life and as soon as it finished I legged it out the room and burst into tears.

What was the last movie that made you teary-eyed?

Mary Poppins Returns almost got me but the last film to actually make me cry was Coco. That shit had me SOBBING!

Have you had two friends that absolutely hated each other?

yes

Has a laptop ever burned your legs?

not really, I put a cushion on my lap normally

Do you know anyone who has a scar through their eyebrow?

Who was the last person to flip you off?

probably rhys, as a joke

Anyone’s birthday coming up soon?

my dad turns 50 next week

Would you ever wear fake eyelashes?

I have done a few times but they annoy me

Are you good at following directions?

no no no I get confused very easily

Do you have someone that you can just act a fool with and not care?

yes rhys

From where you’re sitting, can you touch a wall?

if I reach behind me

When at a restaurant, do you put your napkin on your lap?

occasionally, it depends where I am and what im eating

Do you prefer electric or manual pencil sharpeners?

manual

Are your biceps at all noticeable?

they used to be before they went into hiding under a layer of fat

Have you ever seen a walrus?

nope

When it comes to dropping food, do you believe in the 10 second rule?

no, I believe in the ‘what food is it’ and ‘how dirty is the floor’ rules

If given the opportunity, would you ride on a camel?

yes. I was supposed to have gone on a camel ride in Tunisia ages ago but I was ill so we didn't get to go

Do you believe that cellphones actually do cause cancer?

they could be. the number of people getting cancer has gone up a lot since everyone has mobile phones

When people you know cry, does it make you feel like crying too?

depends who it is

Do you tend to jump to conclusions?

yes. Im an anxious person so im constantly overthinking and I also find people really hard to read and can get

Are you good at remembering your friends’ birthdays?

yes my brain cant remember important things but when it comes to dates its like a sponge

Is there something you need to do, that you’re trying to avoid doing?

getting a job

Ever pop someone else’s pimple?

ew no

How long does it take you to fall asleep?

about 15 minutes depending on how tired I am

Do you crack your neck often?

no that freaks me out

Did you have a weird dream last night?

not that I can remember, I have been having a lot of weird dreams this week because im ill

Who do you sometimes compare yourself to?

everyone. especially when im at the theatre, im constantly watching other people and wishing I could act like they can or look like them or have their style

Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?

both

In what way are you your own worst enemy?

every way, I dont look after myself at all

What activities make you lose track of time?

sims

When you help someone do you ever think, “What’s in it for me?”

not really

Who do you tell your secrets to?

these surveys

Who do you live with?

my parents and our foster kids

When did/will you graduate?

I didn't

When are you moving next?

I have no idea. probably never

When is the last time you took a vitamin?

this morning, im fighting a cold

Why are you stressed?

im not too bad right now tbh

Do you need to return anyone’s phone call?

nope

Where do you keep your birth certificate?

no clue, my mom has it somewhere

How many books are in your room?

a lot. I have quite a few on display and a whole bunch hidden away in my closet because theres no space for them anywhere else. I'll include some photos of the books in my room;

(the book on my bedside table in the second picture is actually a lamp that lights up when you open it)

Have you ever been IN a wedding?

nope

What was the last thing you laughed out loud at?

probably my mom

Do you have a nickname? Why?

my family call my bongy or Ali bong, I dont know why.. (my name is Alice)

Have you ever had a bad concert experience?

nope

When was the last time someone told you that you were beautiful/good-looking? Do people often tell you this?

my mom tells me almost every day but Im like youre my mom of course you would say that

Are you missing someone of the opposite sex atm?

Want someone back in your life?

meh

Are you currently sad about anything?

actually nope

Are you wearing anything shiny?

my pj top has glittery silver letters on

How important is a sense of humor in a significant other?

very, I fall very easily for people who make me laugh

How many followers do you have on Twitter?

198 (@alicethenerd if ya wanna follow 😉)

Do you sleep with the door open or closed?

closed. I aint about letting those murderers and monsters just waltz straight in easy peasy

Have you ever been to the beach?

yes every summer since I was a kid

Can you handle blood?

nope

Do you pay your bills or do your parents?

I pay my own bills. no way my dad would be up for paying my bills, he already digs at me constantly about the fact that I live rent free even though I look after the foster kids and tidy the house more than he does

What’s your best friend’s middle name?

Connor

Has any place hired you underage for a job?

not officially

Have you ever barely passed a grade/year in school?

yes

Have you ever carried a concealed weapon?

Have you ever tried to sell something overpriced to someone?

Do you plan to become very wealthy some day?

I hope to become wealthy enough to not worry about having enough money to put fuel in my car anymore and to be able to pay back my parents and grandad for everything they've done for me

Do you remember your first time going to the movies?

no, but my earliest cinema memory was going to watch Monsters Inc with my dad when it was first released

Does eating breakfast make you sick?

if I try to eat before a certain time yes

Are you dying to say something to someone right this minute?

not dying to nope

Book series you enjoyed reading recently?

im reading eve of man atm which apparently is going to be a series

Do you enjoy lying in the grass during the summer, and just existing?

I prefer lying on a blanket, I dont like the feel of grass and I dont like the bugs crawling around

Do you have a passport? If so, how many stamps do you have in it?

yes, it doesn't have many stamps in because I lost the one that did have lots in and I havent been away much since getting the new one

Are there any keys on your keyboard that have letters fading away?

nope

Do any of your close friends have children?

What do you plan on having for dinner?

we already had dinner, we had chippy

Do you like Chinese food, or do you find it disgusting?

I only really like one meal

Have the police ever come knocking on your door looking for someone?

actually yes, literally a few weeks ago

Know anybody who works in a tattoo parlor?

yes, my second cousin

Have you ever played flashlight tag?

ive never heard of it

Could you call yourself a movie buff?

not really, im a huge movie fan but theres still a lot I need to see

Have you ever had a piercing get infected?

never had a piercing

Do you check your fire alarms when you’re supposed to?

dad does it

Are you a shorts wearing kind of person?

nope nope nope, my legs are not suitable for public viewing :’)

Is your grandparents’ house obsessively tidy?

not really no. my nan and grandpa’s house is always neat but not obsessively neat. my grandads house is full of clutter because my nan was a hoarder

About how much can you bench press?

I dont know, I havent lifted in years

Have you ever had your phone die on you in the middle of a conversation?

yes

Is anybody in your family a carpenter?

Are you avoiding someone?

yes

Do you call your boyfriend “Monkey”?

I dont have a boyfriend but if I did I doubt id call him monkey

What’s your favorite primary color?

yellow #hufflepuffpride

What were you for Halloween?

nothing, I didn't dress up

Do you have any clothes from Walmart?

nope, we dont have Walmart here

When did you get a Facebook?

about 10 years ago

What color are your eyes?

green/hazel

What motivates you?

happiness

Can you walk in heels?

nope

When was the last time someone asked you your age?

the other day, my own mother forgot how old I was

Do you keep a journal?

not really

Have you ever tried a weird flavor of vodka?

never had vodka

Do you wear a ring on your finger?

occasionally

What are you doing?

watching ‘the greatest dancer’ and wondering if this survey is ever going to end

What’s the last kind of soup you ate?

tomato

Do you currently have a sunburn?

no. its winter

Who did you last text?

my sister

Who’d you last call? About what?

my mom, to ask her to come downstairs and let the dogs out because the baby was asleep on me and there was no way I was going to risk waking her up

Are you currently frustrated with someone?

yes

Do you drink water or soda more often?

water

Do you straighten your hair?

yes

When did you last talk to your brother or sister?

today

What is your least favorite vegetable?

all of them

Outside of family, name 3 people that make you smile/laugh often.

Rhys, Addison, Jacob

In school, what subjects did you achieve your highest grades in?

Was there a subject that you enjoyed, but weren’t too good at?

I didn't really enjoy any subjects at school

When was the last time something didn’t go to plan? What happened?

today. I had planned to deep clean the bathroom but I went super dizzy and had to give up half way through cleaning

Do you have any children? If not, at what age do you think you’ll feel ready to be a parent?

I dont but I am seriously considering adopting one of our foster babies atm. I want to adopt anyway, theres no way I could be pregnant

When was the last time you bought a new item of clothing?Describe it.

I honestly cant remember, im due a shopping trip

Was your last Facebook friend request from a male or female?

female

Do you have an item of clothing that makes you feel especially beautiful? Describe it.

not really no

Think of the last person that betrayed you. If they said they were sorry, would you forgive them?

I would cautiously forgive him but I would also make sure he knew that how he treated me was not okay and that he really upset me and this would be his last chance. but tbh I think hes done with me so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Nastiest thing you’ve ever done?

I dont know, I dont like being nasty

Have you ever been in a lighthouse?

nope

What colour is your shower?

I think its silver, ive ever actually noticed

Where do you order your pizza from?

dominos

When is the last time you had a serious talk with someone?

few days ago

Do you find that you have a certain meal you eat every time you go to certain restaurants?

yes, im a creature of habit

What colour is your bike?

silver & purple

What word can you not stand to hear people say?

the c word, I cant even type it

What room of your house are you in?

living room

What is the temperature in your city right now?

9°c

When did you last use a post-it-note?

last week in the script for the show im currently working on

Would you ever want to own your own restaurant?

yes

Do you have a fan in your bedroom?

no I dont like them, they make too much noise

Who is the last person that you took a picture with?

one of our foster kids

When is the last time you were stuck in a fairly long traffic jam?

the weekend before christmas

Do you have certain friends that you hug every time you see them?

not many

When was your most recent trip to an aquarium?

almost two years ago

What do you like in your salads and what dressing do you prefer?

I dont like salads

If it has one, do you ever use the notepad function in your phone?

all the time, Im constantly writing lists or reminders to myself

How good would you say your memory is?

long term good, short term bad

About how many times during the night do you wake up from your sleep?

a few times

Are there any air fresheners in your house? What kinds?

multiple, we have plugs in and sprays and those automatic ones that go off every 15 minutes

What’s one thing you’re glad you’ve done recently?

done my laundry :’) im on my last pair of pants!

Have you ever done something sexual that you regret?

Do you like to sit in the sun and tan when it’s hot out?

not really, I dont like being too hot

Ever had a person who was obsessed with you so much that it scared you?

Can you drive, and if you can, do you like it?

yes, I love driving most of the time

Have you ever said anything to the last person you kissed that you regret?

Do you like french fries?

yes

Have you ever eaten so much you puked?

not since I was a kid

Do you care about what others think of your physical appearance?

annoyingly yes

Would you rather go to Greece or France?

greece

#survey #long #very fucking long

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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Lasts!

Who

Who was the last person you got into an argument with? What was it about? It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten into any kind of argument. My family and I bicker sometimes and have our disagreements, but that’s it.

Who was the last person you spoke on the phone with? What was the call regarding? My mom. She called the other day to ask me if I wanted her to grab me something to eat on her way home.

Who was the last person that slept in your bed? Are they a lover or a friend? Just me, myself, and I.

Who was the last person to give you a hug or a kiss? Did you return the sentiment? My mom hugged me the other day and yes I hugged her back.

Who was the last person to give you a gift? What was the gift? What holiday was it for, or was it “just because”? I received Christmas gifts from my family.

Who is the person that you last went to for advice? I usually keep to myself, just vent about it, or look it up online more than I actually go to someone for advice, but it depends on what it’s about.

Who was the last person to say “I love you” to you? What significance does this person have in your life? My mom. She and I are very close.

Who was the last person that you spoke with, in person? My brother.

Who was the last person to request you on a social media network - and did you accept? Some random person I didn’t know. I don’t accept friend requests from people I don’t know on Facebook, Instagram, or Snapchat.

Who was the last person you texted or messaged, and what was it in regards to? I texted my brother yesterday to ask him if he could get me a Starbucks on his way home from work, to which he said yes and then he asked me if I was hungry cause he was going grab lunch somewhere as well.

Who was the last person’s vehicle that you rode in? My mom’s.

Who was the last person to make you laugh or smile, and why? The person in the YouTube video I was watching a bit ago. He said something that struck me as funny.

Who was the last person that you took a photo with? My brother.

Who is the last person that you flirted with? Were you successful? I attempted flirting a little with Ty back when we were talking and hanging out a few years ago. I’m super awkward, but he seemed to get what was going on. We had the conversation where we said we liked each other, but nothing ever came of it and then everything got messed up and now we haven’t talked in almost 5 years. I ruined the best thing I ever had. He also fell off the planet, like he literally deleted all social media. I still have no idea why. It was just all messed up.

Who was the last person to pay you a compliment, and what did they say? I don’t remember; it’s been a long time.

Who’s the last person that you visited in the hospital? A friend a few years ago.

Who did you last lent money to? I haven’t lent money in a long time.

What What was the last food that you ate? I just had ramen a bit ago. What was the last beverage that you drank? A vanilla Starbucks Frappuccino (the bottled one from the store). What did the last pair of footwear that you wore look like? They’re black Adidas with the white stripes. What was the last color of pen that you used? Blue. What was your last thought before falling sleep last night? I don’t remember. My mind wanders off to random places. What was the last television show you watched? Sister, Sister on Netflix last night. What was the last board or card game that you played? I don’t remember. What was the last kind of bread that you ate? Sourdough. What color is the last shirt you wore? Black. What was the last electronic that you plugged in to charge? My Beats wireless earphones. What’s is the last thing that you Googled? A Spanish translation. What’s the last concert you attended? Green Day over a decade ago now. :( What’s the last sporting event that you attended/watched? I attended a hockey game several years ago with some friends. What was the last app that you downloaded to your phone? I think it was Doordash. What was the last video game that you played? Animal Crossing: New Horizons. What’s the last computer game that you played? The Sims 4 a couple years ago. What’s the last injury you had? I don’t remember. What’s the last holiday or event (baby shower, graduation, etc) that just passed? Christmas.

When When was the last time that you took a painkiller, and what did you take it for? I just took one. It’s my pain med I take for my back pain. When was the last time you went to the bathroom? A couple hours ago. When was the last time that you listened to music? Do you remember what the most recent song was? Towards the end of last month. I don’t remember what song it was. I haven’t been listening to music lately, it’s weird. When was your last work shift? Never. When is the last time that you had trouble falling asleep? Every night. When is the last time you saw your parents? Last night before they went to bed. It’s only 4:41AM, so I won’t see them until later on. When was the last time you saw a significant other? I’m single. When was your last year of schooling/education? May 2015. When was the last time you took a shower? Yesterday. When was the last time you did anything sexual that went beyond kissing? Never. When was the last time that you did your laundry? All my laundry just got done a couple days ago. When was the last time you had to use public transportation, and what form was it? I used to have to take the bus sometimes when I was in college. When’s the last time that you were sick? What was wrong? I had an infection back in October. When was the last time that you hung out with friends/acquaintances? Sometime back when I had friends and used to hang out, which was 4 years ago now. When was the last funeral you attended? Who passed away? My grandpa’s in 2010. When was the last wedding that you attended? Who got married? A couple friends of a friend in 2016. When’s the last time that you took a risk? What was the risk? Hm. I don’t know. When’s the last time you mailed something handwritten? When I last sent out Christmas cards a few years ago. When’s the last time you got a haircut? Last February. When’s the last time that you went swimming? Almost 8 years ago.

Where Where was the last place you drove to, and what did you do there? My mom drove me to my doctor appointment a few weeks ago and then to go pickup food and Starbucks before heading back home. Where was the last place that you went on vacation to? Disneyland last February. I can’t believe it’s almost been a year ago now. Where was the last restaurant you ordered food from? Wingstop. Where was the last place that you went on a date? This local pizza place. Where was the last place that you went shopping at? I bought some stuff online from Boxlunch like a week ago. Where was the last place you got lost? I don’t recall. Where’s the last place that you walked to? Uhhh. Where did you last have sex? -- Where was the last place you left your keys? They’re always just in my bag. Where’s the last place you got drunk? A hotel room I rented for my friends and I 8 years ago. Where’s the last place you embarrassed yourself in public? How did you do this? Just being out in public. I’m so self-conscious.

Why Why did you last cry? I was worried about something. Why did your last relationship fail? He didn’t feel the same way and didn’t want to be in a relationship with me. Why did you leave your last job? --

How How long has it been since you last visited a doctor? How about a dentist? I saw my pain doctor earlier this month. It’s been several years since I’ve been to the dentist. :X How long does gum usually last when you chew it? *shrug* I don’t know exactly. Some last longer than others. How long can you last in bed? I can stay in bed all day, ha. I know that’s not what this is asking, but that’s the only answer I have. How long did your food last get microwaved for? I think it was like 40 seconds. How many pages was the last book that you read? 500 and something, I think. How big was the last fish you caught? I don’t go fishing. How long was the last movie you watched? About 2 hours. How long was your last relationship? It was an off and on thing for 3 years. How much did your last grocery bill come to? I don’t know. I haven’t gone grocery shopping for the past year since the pandemic started. I used to always tag along. How difficult was your last exam? My last semester of college wasn’t too bad cause I just needed a few units, so I was able to choose classes that weren’t as hard or demanding.

Randoms Did you always get picked last in gym class? My PE class different. Do you believe that nice guys finish last? No, not always. Can true love really last forever? I think so. Give me the first initial of your last name? Nah. Something you wait until the last minute to do? A lot of things, I’m a procrastinator. Have you made your last will and testament? No. Something in your home that’s on it’s last leg(s)? Me? :X Give us some famous last words! Peace out.

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dralentines-day · 7 years

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Gift #31, @well-done-draco

@well-done-draco , your gift is like a burnt steak. It’s well done!

Our gifter says:

“Happy Valentine's Day my sweet friend! I hope this brings you some joy. I've never had an official valentines day date but I sure hope you like this to be mine this year :)”

Untitled - Harry gets outed to the wizarding world, but there are worst things. He still has Ron and Hermione to count on. And that fact that Draco Malfoy is still up to something. 2k.

Tags: no smut

“Harry, are you alright?” Hermione asked as Harry dragged her and Ron into a deserted classroom.

“Yeah, Mione. I just--uh--need to talk to you two. In Private.” Harry said as he shut the door.

“About what?” Ron leaned against the dusty teachers desk. Hermione went to sit beside him.

Harry cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. The room was so stuffy. He walked over to one of the tall windows and pushed it open. There, that was better. He could do this. “Well, I know you think I’ve been acting weird lately. And there’s a reason. There’s also a reason why Ginny and I just couldn’t be together. And well, fuck it, ok I’m just going to say it. I’m gay.”

The words seemed to echo a few times in the silence. In fact, it was so quiet that if it weren’t for those words ringing in his head so loudly, he would have questioned whether he said them at all.

“You’re what?” Ron practically yelped.

Hermione elbowed him. “Gay, Ronald.”

Ron looked sheepish, and Hermione looked pleased. Harry knew that look well. It was the look she wore whenever she had figured something out. He knew she must have at least thought of this as a possibly, if nothing else because her lack of shock.

Ron, however, still had his mouth slightly agape. “Blimey, this is more of a surprise than when you turned out to know parseltongue.”

“Are you guys ok with this?” Harry whispered. His eyes fell to the floor. He knew being gay wasn’t that big of a deal in the wizarding world, but who knew how Ron and Hermione would feel? And Ron, would he feel weird? They shared a room together, both here and at the Burrow...would he be allowed to go to the Burrow again? What if--

He was jerked into a tight hug from both Ron and Hermione. They didn’t let go.

“Of course it is, we love you, Harry.” Hermione whispered into his ear. Harry felt his eyes prickle in relief and love. They were ok with him. As long as Ron and Hermione accepted him, it wouldn’t even matter if the whole wizarding world knew he was gay. He had his best friends with him.

***

At breakfast the next morning, Harry felt such a weight off of his shoulders he had never thought bacon tasted so good. He was helping himself to seconds when mail came in. Letter after letter dropped into front of his plate. And then another one. Soon close to 30 thirty had arrived.

“What the bloody hell…?” Harry asked, reaching toward a letter to figure what was going on.

“Oh. No.” Hermione whispered next to him.

“What? Whats going on?” Harry asked. Hermione handed over her copy of The Prophet.

“Fucking hell.”

‘HARRY POTTER GAY!’

By Rita Skeeter

‘Sorry Girls! It’s official, Harry Potter has revealed that he is interested in blokes. After an exclusive interview with Rita Skeeter, Harry admitted that the reason he and Ginny Weasley, Harry’s long-time girlfriend, broke up was because he was gay. Not only that, but he confessed that his friends had been worried about him acting strangely and he just needed to get it off his chest. Now the big question remains, who will Harry chose for his first boyfriend? With Valentine’s Day right around the corner--

Harry couldn’t read anymore. There was a strip of photos from a photobooth that he and Ron had taken one summer because Ron didn’t know what they were. A flashing script of “friends or lovers?” appear under it. The hall had erupted into a mass of chatting. It was too loud for him to think. He felt sick.

Which is why Harry was out of his bed on Monday night following a little dot that read Draco Malfoy around the castle. It was a great night and he had remember not only the cloak but his slippers as well so his feet were thankful as he walked around the cold cement.

He finally found Malfoy sitting in front of a fire in an old classroom he thought had been torn down in the battle. He didn’t step into the room but he could see through a slight crack between the door that Malfoy was on his knees talking to someone through the fireplace.

“I was thinking around 9am?” Harry almost punched the air with triumph, he knew Draco had been up to something and it was going to go down around 9am.

“Do you think that’s wise, Dragon?” There were even code names involved!

“Yeah, 9 is probably cleared out enough that not too many people will see if it goes badly. Most people will be in classes.”

A sudden feeling hit the back of Harry’s throat like bile, what if this was something serious? He thought Malfoy had changed. He had come back to Hogwarts this summer and helped rebuild. He had repented and apologized to everyone he saw. He wore muggle clothing now. Harry had heard him rejoice when his father had gotten life. He had watched him hide tears behind letters from his mother. He had returned his wand and gotten a genuine thank you in return. Harry had even spoken on his behalf at trial for him and his mother. Maybe this was not a prank but sinister? Maybe he was working with some Death Eaters that had escaped capture? This sounded bad. Harry couldn’t listen anymore.

He ran up to his dorms and watched Malfoy’s dot until he fell asleep. Tomorrow at 9am he would be ready.

At 8:52am Harry woke up. After realizing that he had not set any sort of alarm, he jumped up threw on a pair of somewhat clean pants and flew down the stairs--hoping at a moving flight at one point--and ran into the great hall just as the large clock hit 8:59. There was about a dozen of owls still flying in the air that descended on him the minute he opened the door, he tried to fight them off as he scanned who was still there. Most people were gone as Malfoy had predicted, gone off to 9am classes, but he still couldn’t find Malfoy in the sea of letters and flowers and owls. And what was going on--

“Oh bloody hell it’s Valentine’s Day!”

He heard the vague laughs past the chaos and the great hall clock chime it being 9am. He stood there feeling dejected and in a swamp of pink and hearts which apparently matched the great hall as he saw once the owls had left, their mission successful. And right in front of him stood Draco Malfoy, wearing all black and looking bashful.

“I didn’t think you’d get here so late…”

“Listen, Malfoy, whatever your planning, don’t do something you’ll regret. You have a good thing going here and I can help you in whatever you’ve gotten yourself into--”

“Oh Potter, I really don’t think you can.” He got a little closer and lowered his voice. “You see, I’m in pretty deep and I think I probably will regret this but sometimes you’ve just got to try.” And before Harry could even think about dropping all the pink envelopes he was holding and take out his wand, Malfoy was reaching out his hand and extending to him.

Harry looked down at the hand reaching out to him, holding a red cut out heart with neat script that said Will you be my Valentine? He was about to ask why Draco was holding onto a piece of his fan mail when he realized that neat script was Draco’s. He recognized it.

“What? Draco--?” He felt the other man take a shocked breath at the name.

And suddenly, things began to fall into place. Draco didn’t make fun of him being out because he wasn’t straight either. Draco had been talking about giving him this heart, not anything else. Draco liked him? After all of this?

“Harry, we should talk.”

Harry smiled at him.

And then kissed him instead.

‘HARRY POTTER OFF THE MARKET!’

-Rita Skeeter

‘Happy Valentines readers, I hope you didn’t waste your money sending the wizarding world savior a treat since it seems he has one all his own. Harry Potter was seen smooching none other than previous Death Eater turned Charmer Draco Malfoy! See page 3 for more details about this ongoing affair--’

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