#emotionally tipsy demo

[emotionally-tipsy-demoman]

@emotionally-blunt-soldier

T'was fuuuun though,. , aye?

[emotionally-tipsy-demoman]

@physically-american-soldier

sumn messy and goofy rq

og post under the thing

[emotionally-intuitive-engineer]

Hello darling! This is my 17th AMA that I am partaking in, so I'm not sure what to ask!

I do have one thing to say though. I hope you have a good day/ night/ whatever and may luck be to you on your journey!

And as a gift from me to you *gives some Lego Architecture sets, some scrap metal, a Tiny Desk Engineer [trademark], and a new hard hat*

(Sorry if i said this already, my memory is awful)

Awee, thank you, sweetpea! I appreciate all the love goin' around, I've seen lotsa posts like this amongst the other mercs- an' this is the third one for me ahah-

Pyro's sure gonna have fun with them Lego sets I tell you what!

[vesipha]

29th street | jeon jungkook

summary: it started with noise complaints and eye rolls, now you’re climbing his fire escape and making out on his bedroom floor. content: smut (mdni) + fluff ♡ 2783 words isla's notes: a big cheers (with pizza or not) to a very special girl out there—here's to hoping your day is as bright as you, my love! i love you ♡ and im with you til the end.

IT STARTED WITH a wall.

Not a metaphorical one... though, sure, you had plenty of those. No, this was a very literal, very paper-thin, godforsaken wall between your office and Jungkook’s studio.

He’s not even a bad musician. That’s the worst part. The tracks he works on are good, sometimes brilliant, but not when you’re trying to hit a novel deadline and a five-piece rock band is shaking your filing cabinet with an aggressive bass drop.

You fought, at first. A lot. Passive-aggressively, then full-blown yelling. One time you left a signed copy of your latest book with a note that read “For your ears, since you clearly have no taste in soundproofing.” He responded by playing a demo on loop titled “Writer’s Block.” It was just thirty minutes of typewriter sounds and the occasional scream.

But here’s the thing: enemies are only enemies when you don’t really know them. Then one day, his studio flooded and someone had to share their WiFi and space while the flooring got redone. That someone, tragically, was you.

And he was... human. Funny. Weirdly intuitive. Insufferably hot. The kind of hot that makes you reevaluate your type mid-sentence.

Weeks passed. He started bringing coffee. You started defending his stupid beats. One night, you both ended up at the same open mic night and accidentally-on-purpose sat together the whole time.

Now you’re here. Tipsy on cheap cocktails after a friend’s party, walking toward his apartment, giggling like idiots. And somewhere along the line, the wall between you—literal and not—fell away.

“Okay, but hear me out,” Jungkook says, wobbling slightly as he skips backward in front of you, hands animated in the warm blur of city night. His black oversized bomber jacket flaps open with the movement, revealing a sliver of soft, golden skin and the worn waistband of jeans he’s clearly had forever. “This pizza place? Will alter the trajectory of your taste buds.”

You roll your eyes, half-laughing. You had to, just to keep your brain from short-circuiting. The streets are quiet now, washed in orange glow from overhead lamps, the world that had been loud and dizzy with party people now humming low and quiet. “You said that about the Thai place and I spent twenty-four hours regretting my life choices.”

“Okay, yes, but that one was a heat miscalculation. You have the spice tolerance of a Victorian child.”

You side-eye him as you walk, kicking at a loose rock. “I’ve literally eaten ghost pepper wings on a dare.”

He tilts his head, mock offended. “You also made me scrape chili flakes off your slice last week.”

“I was hungover,” you snap. “And ok, perhaps also emotionally vulnerable.”

He grins, slowing beside you again, the laughter settling into something softer. The kind of ease that only arrives at 12:47 a.m. when your feet are sore, your head’s fuzzy, and your company is Jungkook—who smells like citrus shampoo and rain-drenched concrete.

He stops suddenly, holding his hand up like he’s taking an oath. “This time, I swear on Namjoon’s vinyl collection.”

You freeze mid-step, eyes going wide. “That’s blasphemy,” you whisper, scandalized.

“Totally,” he agrees, bunny teeth flashing in a grin that does irreparable damage to your judgment.

“You have no fucking clue to what blasphemy means do you?” you try to manage the adoration oozing from your eyes with very little success. You can only hope he just sees it as you being completely drunk. 

Jungkook sways a bit, laughs through his nose, then grins wider. “No. Sounds nice though!” 

And just like that, you find yourself laughing uncontrollably while following him across a crosswalk and into a sleepy, blinking pizza shop that looks like it’s closed but isn’t.

The guy behind the counter doesn’t even look surprised to see Jungkook. He leans in, slaps palms with him over the register like they’re in a secret club, and you stand off to the side, arms crossed, watching the interaction with something that might be fondness or envy.

“Two slices of the good stuff, Yoongiihh!” Jungkook says funnily, pointing at a half-empty tray of bubbling mozzarella and burnt-edge crusts. “And extra napkins, please. We’re messy eaters.”

“We?” you mouth behind him, eyebrows raised.

He glances over his shoulder and smirks. “You especially.”

The clerk, Yoongi, stifles a laugh and passes over a white paper box.

You’re still bickering about him not letting you pay as you step onto the gravel alley behind his building, where the fire escape twists upward into the dark like something out of a noir film. The metal is cold, sharp, glittering faintly under the streetlights. The kind of climb that feels vaguely illegal. The pizza box is tucked between you and Jungkook’s chest now, shared like a secret.

He glances up at the ladder after frowning and tucking his phone back into his jeans. “Jimin locked the bottom latch, again.”

You stop contemplating opening the box to snatch a clandestine slice for yourself. “And this matters because…?”

He turns toward you, grinning like he’s about to unveil a heist. “We’re going up the old-fashioned way.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh, hell no.”

“The fire escape,” he confirms.

“For fucks sake, JK,” you mutter. “Is this a setup? Are you trying to murder me and keep the pizza for yourself?”

He laughs, that low rasp that always hits you too low in the gut. “If I were gonna murder you, it would be for your fancy gamer keyboard, not the pizza.”

You stare up at the rickety thing. “Do I look like someone who climbs structures in a midi dress and birkenstocks?”

He’s already got one foot on the lower rung. “You look like someone who’d complain the entire time and then act smug at the top.” when you don’t mention moving, he snatches the pizza box from your hands. “Come on,” he coaxes, “You even have a slit in your dress. Great mobility. Ok fine, I promise not to look up your—” 

“Finish that sentence and I’ll push you off the moment we reach the top.”

Jungkook grins like he wants you to try.

You glare, but your heart is thudding a little faster, and it’s not because of the climb.

When you reach for the first rung, your foot slips. A second later, you feel his hand on your waist.

Firm. Warm. Electric.

“I got you,” he says softly, right behind you, breath grazing your ear.

You freeze. Not because you’re afraid but because your brain has been thrown off a cliff. His palm doesn’t leave. In fact, it tightens just slightly, as if making sure you’re there, real, grounded. His fingers are splayed just above your hip, and the contact, simple as it is, lights you up like a struck match.

You nod once, then keep going.

But that touch... his skin on yours, through a thin layer of your favorite black dress, it doesn’t leave your memory, not even as you step through the open window into his bedroom.

His room smells like him.

Not in an obvious, cologne-heavy way, but something lived-in and layered. A little diffuser, some bergamot, hints of laundry soap and cedar. The lamp with a bandana on top in the corner casts a dim orange glow across the hardwood floor and the chaos of his space. Cords snaking under a desk, notebooks left open, a hoodie flung across the back of a chair.

It’s intimate. Personal.

It’s also, apparently, your new dining area.

He kicks aside a Hello Kitty plushie you start wondering where he got from, and then gestures for you to sit. You drop down onto a pillow by the wall, and he follows suit, setting the pizza box between you like a peace offering.

When your thighs touch, it’s casual. When they stay touching, it’s not.

“Cheers,” he says, holding up a slice like it’s champagne. You clink crusts. The cheese stretches dangerously between you both before snapping back.

You try to focus on the pizza. You really do.

But he’s watching you again. Like you’re the story he doesn’t want to stop reading.

And you feel it, down to your stomach, where butterflies seem to fly rampant. The way your breathing shifts, the heat that’s crawling up your neck, the fact that your thigh is still pressed to his and now you can feel the way he flexes it when he shifts.

He wipes a bit of sauce off his lip. You watch his tongue catch the rest.

It’s fine.

Totally fine.

Except then he leans back, resting his inked arm on the mattress behind him, and looks over.

“Do you ever think about us?”

The words hit like a piano falling from the third floor.

You blink. “Us?”

“I mean... yeah.” His voice is quieter now. The buzzed, post-party haze has faded into something slower. “We weren’t exactly supposed to like each other… I think.”

You snort. “We used to actively not.”

“I still have that post-it you left taped to the wall.”

You smirk. “Which one?”

“All of the ragy ones like ‘I’ll impale you with your drumsticks’.” He chuckles, eyes trailed to the window. “But then... I dunno. I started looking forward to your threats.”

You glance down at your hands. “If we are in a sharing moment, well... I think I hated how much I liked hearing you sing.”

Silence blooms. He shifts closer. Your hands brush. You don’t pull away.

“You have something...” he murmurs, reaching out to brush the corner of your mouth. His thumb lingers there.

You hold your breath.

And he doesn’t move.

Jungkook just looks at you, and in his starry eyes there’s that same soft ache you’ve seen when he listens to a song he’s trying not to fall in love with.

You exhale. “Are you going to kiss me or—”

He does.

It’s not gentle.

Not sweet like once or twice you imagined as you caught yourself fantasizing what he’d do, how he’d be.

It’s a storm breaking loose, all noise and heat and weeks of tension crashing down in a single, breathless second.

Jungkook’s hands are on your face, your neck, then your waist, gripping tight like he needs the contact or he’ll come undone. Your fingers thread into his thick hair instead, pulling just enough to make him groan into your mouth.

The kiss deepens, slower now, but heavier. He tastes like pizza and whiskey and something uniquely Jungkook—warm and just slightly out of control.

You climb into his lap without thinking. He lets out a moan that punches straight through your stomach and down. Your dress rides up thanks to the flowy slit on your left leg, and his fingers curl into your hips, dragging you flush against him. 

You gasp when you feel him hard beneath you.

He kisses you harder for it. His tongue sliding against yours with the slow, sinful certainty of someone who knows exactly what he’s doing.

Your hands move on instinct, pushing his jacket off, dragging your nails across the warm skin of his neck. He shivers.

He pulls back for air, forehead against yours. “You’re unreal,” he whispers. “You feel,” he closes his eyes, biting the soft spot by your year, tugging on your hips as you roll them instinctively against his hard-on. “God, you feel fucking unreal.”

You smile, dazed, kissing him again, and it’s slower, much slower—exploratory, indulgent. His mouth moves to your jaw, your neck, tongue teasing just below your ear again. Your breath stutters, and he groans when you arch into him.

His hands slide further under your dress, bunching it as they go. Fingertips skate over your ribs, reverent.

“Please tell me you’re not that drunk,” he murmurs against your neck, tongue flipping, teeth rasping. “That you know exactly what you’re doing to me right now- Please.”

But your hands are already on his shirt, tugging it over his head. Your answer is your body—your mouth on his collarbone, your fingers at the waistband of his jeans.

He tilts his head back, fingers on the verge of bruising you like he’s going to run out of time.

Like this, you, were something he’d earned the right to want and is terrified he might still lose.

“Fuck,” he breathes against your skin, right before his hands slide from your thighs to your hips, spinning you slightly, and walking you back until your knees hit the edge of the rug. You barely have time to laugh before you are on the floor. Your back skimming the cool wood, his weight settling over you.

The way he moves feels more like instinct than choreography. Raw, imperfect, real.

He doesn’t undress you so much as he tears you apart.

Your dress is gone, flung to the side. His sneakers hit the floor with a muted thud. He kisses down your chest like he’d been dying to. Like he is memorizing you by mouth alone. When he reaches behind you to unhook your bra, his hand is shaking.

“I’ve thought about this,” he whispers, teeth grazing the top of your breast. “So many times.”

“Good,” you tug at his locks, arching. 

Your fingers claw at his belt, jerking it loose with more desperation than grace. He sucks in a breath when your hand slides inside, wrapping around him, hot and heavy and so hard it makes your thighs clench.

“I swear to God,” he growls, “if you keep doing that, I’m gonna—”

“Then do something about it,” you whisper, biting and sucking his bottom lip.

That was all it took.

He drags your panties off with rough, impatient hands, mouth returning to yours with a new kind of hunger. The kind that leaves bruises. The kind that unravels.

You gasp at the cold air on your skin, then gasp again when his fingers slip between your legs, groaning when he feels how ready you are.

“Jesus,” he mutters. “You’re so wet, baby.”

You tug at his waistband, wordless now.

He strips the last of his clothes, kneels between your thighs, and for one heartbeat, just one, he hovers.

Eyes locked.

Breaths heavy.

Everything suspended.

Then he pushes into you with one long, deep thrust, and you see stars.

“Jungkook—” you gasp, clutching his arms. “Oh– Fuck,”

The stretch, the heat, the fullness... he fills you like he belongs there. Like this is the only way your bodies are ever supposed to fit.

“Ah, yes, right there,” you moan, rolling into him. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He groans, low and guttural, rocking into you with slow, deep strokes. “You feel so good—fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

Your hands grip his back, nails scoring lines down his spine. “Harder,” you pant. “Just like that, oh—”

“Look at me,” he growls, hips snapping harder into yours. “I want to watch you.”

You do.

The slap of skin fills the room. Your gasps turn to throaty moans. You are unraveling beneath him, clinging to his shoulders, your legs lock around his waist, each thrust tearing another piece of you open.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he mutters against your mouth, kissing you deep and messy. “Ah, fuck.”

He swallows your moans, his pace relentless now. And when your body seize around him, pleasure tearing through you like lightning, you cry out his name like a vow.

“Jungkook,” you choke, trembling. “I’m— I’m coming—”

He curses, thrusts once more, deep and shuddering, and then he is spilling into you with a broken sound against your throat, collapsing on top of you in a mess of sweat and tangled limbs, your bodies still connected, your breaths shared.

You lay there together on the floor, sticky and undone, the air thick with everything that hadn’t been said, but was felt anyway.

He doesn’t speak for a while.

Just kisses your shoulder, your cheekbone, your jaw, like he can’t stop touching you.

And then he pulls back slightly, only enough to look at you. And look, he does.

Like you are the only thing he can see with those starry eyes of his. Like he wants to memorize you again.

Jungkook’s fingers tangle slowly through your hair, brushing it off your face, soft and slow, over and over, like it calms him just to touch you.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers, kissing the edge of your mouth, and then again, this time catching your bottom lip between his teeth. Gentle, possessive, drunk on you.

“Shut up,” you chuckle, unable to not press closer to his warmth. 

Eventually, he nudges your nose with his. “You’re never gonna win another argument, by the way. You know that, right?”

You laugh, breathless. “That’s what you think, loser.”

And when he kisses you again, it isn’t about lust.

It is about every late night. Every fight. Every inch of space you’d carved into each other just to finally land here.

Right here.

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[emotionally-tipsy-demoman]

... Lad?

[emotionally-tipsy-demoman]

Aye, sums it up aboot right

demoman on a tire swing watching the sunset

[katyawriteswhump]

love and other catastrophes at the omega cafe (7.1/8) 🐈‍⬛

Summary: Steve is a runaway Omega who gets a job at an Omega café, where he’s basically paid to curl up and purr in Alphas’ laps. It’s legal, and he earns a living, rents his own place. He’s getting along fine for a packless Omega. Then Alpha rockstar Eddie Munson turns up for an hour of ‘kitty’ petting, and shatters Steve’s fragile little world…

Rating: E; CW: past angst, past arranged marriage, mention of drug abuse, knotting, mention of biting, music as an emotional trigger; Tags: omega steve, alpha eddie, a/b/o dynamics, fluff and angst, sexual content 💚 

This part is mainly fluff and smut with some angst at the end... We'll be back to the kitty cafe in part 2 (up later) I miss it 💚  🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Chapter 1 on tumblr (also index post)Chapter 2 Chapter 3.1 Chapter 3.2 Chapter 4.1 Chapter 4.2 Chapter 5.1 Chapter 5.2 Chapter 6.1 Chapter 6.2 On AO3

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Chapter 7.1

During the remaining days leading up to the tour, Eddie shared every second he could spare with Steve.

This was mainly nights, which stressed Steve slightly, and not because they’d bunny-hopped the courting stage of their relationship somewhat super-fast. He’d already developed a fiercely protective streak toward his Alpha and didn’t want Eddie to get burn-out. Fortunately, Steve quickly figured out that an energetic session of sticky, smoochy lovemaking could calm Eddie down, even from his most revved state.

The Alpha would be out like a light.

Sex made Steve sleepy too, though he tried to stay awake as long as possible, especially when he’d taken Eddie’s knot. He was basically in heaven—locked with his Alpha in a huge emperor-size bed, under luxurious blankets seeped in both their scents.

Truth was, there was a crazy part of him that was scared to sleep. In case this turned out to be the dream.

He’d liked his life at ‘Kitties’ and in Sunshine Village, although he’d been basically surviving, scraping by. His life before that, though, he’d crushed into dark corners of his mind and tried not to peek. Now, with happiness within his grasp, his ditzy O-brain seemed to want to poke the darkness. He’d even recalled his husband’s pickled-herring scent that very afternoon, wandering near the fish-counter in the grocery store.

He’d dumped his basket and fled, terrified he was gonna hurl.

On Eddie’s final morning, they rode down in the elevator together, edgy and silent, fingers lightly intertwined. When they reached the ground level, the doors began to slide open. Eddie slammed his fist on the ‘close’ button, and clamped Steve tight against his chest.

“Baby,” said Eddie, through gritted teeth. “This is noooot happening. I’m keeping you with—”

“Jesus, how many times?” snapped Steve, nerves frayed to breaking point. “We decided on this plan, because it’s the best way forward.”

It was true. They’d been through this over and over. Steve was absolutely ready to let his hard-won independence go. He still needed time to pack his belongings and say goodbye to his friends, before he hitched his life to Eddie’s rollercoaster existence for good.

“It’s not even a whole fortnight,” he pointed out, in the face of Eddie’s doleful puppy-dog eyes. “It’s gonna give me a chance to get used to your music without losing my shit.”

That was, they’d agreed, another important consideration. Eddie had been singing snatches of songs and playing short demos, while being emotionally and physically available to deal with the fallout—basically, Steve going bananas and melting into a slippery puddle. On tour, he couldn’t exactly run off stage and hump Steve mid-set.

“I know,” sighed Eddie. “I gotta lump it. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands and the farewell kiss lingered, deep and delicious, till Steve felt tipsy on it. After checking for paps, Eddie escorted Steve out to his waiting ride. When the driver pulled off, Steve glanced back to see Eddie watching him till the vehicle rounded the block.

It felt like Steve’s freakin’ soul was ripping apart. Shivers raced up his spine and around his throat, where Eddie still hadn’t bitten him.

He’ll see it through when he’s got time to look after you, and he’s only gone for a fortnight. With a flying visit in the middle.

Stop snivelling, Harrington. Suck it up.

With a bleep, his phone was spammed with a ton of heart emojis from Eddie. His shivers fled. They exchanged emojis like the lovestruck dipshits they were for the rest of the ride home.

Over the next few days, Eddie live-called on WhatsApp so regularly that Steve ended up late for most of his meetups with friends. His little apartment was bombarded with so many flowers and other courting gifts—including a slew of super-expensive cashmere scarves to stop those chills around his throat—that he had to tell Eddie to stop sending stuff. It was making packing impossible.

“I’m gonna have to give those toys away to local pups,” Steve told Eddie, after being deluged with a literal ton of plushies. “I’m giving two of the three heated cuddle-blankets to Joyce next door. Oh, and half the L'Occitane shower product.”

“Do what you like with them, my darling.” Eddie planted a kiss on the screen, and Steve planted one in return, and then Eddie planted another, which set Steve off squealing. “Only two days left till I see you. It’s killing me, being apart, you know that, Babe? I used to love being on the road, and you’ve ruined it, and I love you all the more. Can’t wait to glue you to me always.”

In the event, it was less than two days till their reunion. At 2am the night after next, Steve was woken by a light tapping on the door. Then came Eddie’s voice, and a fresh waft of his plummy-wine-‘n’-metal scent through the letterbox:

“It’s me, Honey. I rushed for the red-eye—I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe. I was gonna die without you.”

“Jesus, thought it was Omegas that got separation sickness.”

Steve flung the door open, absorbing the sight of Eddie looking hilariously hangdog, cheeks dusted with stubble, eyes pinkish and bleary. Eddie grabbed him, and the espresso-tinged kiss was the best kind of ravishment—tongues scrubbing roughly and teeth skimming tender flesh. Steve was already climbing Eddie like a tree, when Eddie hurled him over one shoulder in a fireman’s carry and kicked the door closed behind.

“Alphaaaaa,” Steve whined, feet flailing, fists lightly pounding. Eddie crossed the tiny condo in four long strides and dumped Steve into his nest. Steve ripped down PJs flooding with strings of slick. He was struggling to present, when Eddie slammed into him with one fluid forward thrust.

“My Omega.” Eddie all but howled it: “Soooooo fucking good to be home.”

Steve’s toes curled, his eyes crossed, and his whines shook with purrs. “Yes, yes, Alpha, pleeeease. I missed you… Oh holy fuck, more… please… I missed you soooo much.”

Eddie rewarded Steve’s begging, fucking him hard and fast already. The tremor of thrill, even that faint cheese-wire slice of fear—it was as blockbuster as the first time Eddie claimed him, swinging beneath that starry sky. Steve never knew he could be opened so wide, be so satisfied and filled, be used so savagely yet so adoringly. The only thing that could top this was taking Eddie’s bite also… but Steve could hardly care much about that. Not with Eddie’s knot already ballooning inside him, rutting up and down his slick-drenched pussy.

Eddie soon gripped Steve’s hips and changed his angle, slowing to strike magical spots inside Steve that pitched his purrs into crazy chirrups. With Eddie’s lips back at his throat, Steve twisted for a kiss and pretty much inhaled Eddie into his mouth. Then he was gone—with his mouth crammed with Eddie’s tongue, he exploded into a run of beyond-kickass orgasms, each more epically overwhelming than the last.

“Oh Baby, I adore you,” growled Eddie, while Steve chirruped his head off. “Adore you so fucking much.”

By the time Eddie spooned and knotted him, Steve was happily exhausted from coming over and over. His entire body felt like a trembling erogenous zone. Especially his overstimulated pussy and his stuffed insides, which Eddie coated with layers upon thick layers of hot seed.

“My soulmate. My forever-mate.” Eddie grazed his cheek against Steve’s, scraped wet, sweaty hair from Steve’s eyes. “I got you, Baby, don’t cry. Hey, is this because I’ve not courted you properly? I will, I promise. Gonna court you for the rest of our days. For all fucking eternity.”

“No! N-not that. Honestly, I’m fine.”

Steve hadn’t noticed he was sobbing into his new pink-satin Fendi cushions. He hoped Eddie knew as well as he did that those were happy tears. Even unbitten, no Omega in the world could feel needy and unloved when coupled to his Alpha like this.

Steve slept his deepest and most contented sleep in days, and when he awoke, it was exciting to have Eddie in his little home at last. He’d worried Eddie would be snobbish about it. Instead, Eddie liked everything except the damp patches and the cold. He especially loved Steve’s tiny shower cubicle.

“Reminds me of the good ol’ days growing up in Wayne’s trailer,” he sighed, as they squeezed naked into the postage-stamp size space under the trickly flow. “Ooops, only one place to slot that, huh?”

He gurned down at his Alpha dick, at half-mast already. Steve smirked dotingly and squeezed himself around, his wet skin sliding against Eddie’s, so he faced the cracked tiles. He tiptoed onto a ledge and spread his thighs to allow Eddie’s cockhead to slide between, so warm and hard yet velvety-soft… and soon drenched in more slick and precum than shower water.

They fooled around till it ran cold. Then got warm again in plush lilac robes, which Steve had a sneaky suspicion Eddie had purloined from a hotel suite. Eddie lavished him with yet more gifts too, including a Corroded Coffin tour t-shirt, which Steve put on, remaining otherwise joyfully naked. Eddie also gifted him a diamante tiara with sparkling opal kitty-ears, which Steve loved waaay too much to be healthy. He tried it on, purred and humped Eddie’s leg like a maniac, then put it aside for a special occasion.

While they made coffee, though, a quiet edginess slunk between them. Right till Eddie grabbed Steve by the waist and lifted him up onto the breakfast bar, so they were nose-to-nose, with Steve’s bare ass pressed to the chill counter.

Steve licked his lips and giggled nervously. Okay, if they were going to have a serious conversation, no better way to do it than perched with his arms and legs wrapped around his smoldering-hot Alpha.

Eddie puffed out his cheeks, and it began:

“Listen, Steve, my legal team have gotten hold of your marriage records, but getting a divorce is not gonna be straightforward. You signed the certificate yourself, which is not ideal—”

“They forced me to sign,” Steve said quietly, “if I hadn’t, it wouldn’t have made any difference. I’m property there. My parents could’ve signed on my behalf.”

“I know, Sweetheart—none of this is your fault. We’ll find a loophole, but we’re gonna have to be patient, and honestly? As much as I hate leaving you, I totally agree you shouldn’t go anywhere near North County. That place is weeeeird. I’ve not arrived, and they’re threatening to arrest me as a prophet of satanism. I’m corrupting delicate young minds, apparently. Makes me kinda proud.”

“Yeah, sounds like home sweet home,” mumbled Steve, pressing his brow against Eddie’s. “Joking aside, don’t get arrested there. That place is totally medieval—it would worry me too much.”

Eddie pecked Steve’s nose. “I got options. The sheriff of South County, right next door, seems to be a fan or something. He’s reached out to my promoter and invited me to do the gig just over the border. I dunno, though, is that running away from the fight?”

“Sometimes you have to run away,” whispered Steve.

“I know, Honey. I’m sorry.” Eddie’s arms slid under Steve’s, offering the tight squeeze of safety Steve needed, while he kicked thosehorriblememories back to oblivion.

They got wired on too much caffeine and fooled around some more. Till Eddie asked, tentative, if Steve would like to hear his latest demo.

“Fuck, yeah,” said Steve. “As long as you don’t mind me skidding off your lap in a waterfall.”

Eddie’s grin was ravenous, his tone just short of a bark. “My lap, Omega. Now.”

He sat in Steve’s nest, patting his thighs, and Steve moulded himself into his favorite place. He clung around Eddie’s neck, notching his chin above Eddie’s collarbone. Eddie popped the earbuds into one each of their ears and pressed play.

Right from the get-go, Eddie’s yelling broke Steve:

“I’M YOURS YOURS YOURS YOURS YOURS YOURS YOURS AND YOU RIPPED MY LAST SECRET FROM MY ACID DRENCHED HEART, COS I’M YOURS YOURS YOURS YOURS YOURS YOURS YOURS, I’M YOUR LAST SECRET, I’LL BE YOUR LAST SECRET…”

Steve crumpled forward into sobs, so convulsive he could barely breathe. Eddie killed the demo, “Oh crap, Steve, I’m so fucking sorry.”

“No, it’s n-not you.” His next retching sob thudded painfully against his breastbone, as Eddie tried to ease him upright. “I-it’s like everything is rushing back. I guess because we were talking… about North County… about running away… I was so scared.”

“Sssssh, Baby, it’s okay. Gonna be okay. Gonna take care of you and never let you go. Uh…. You wanna tell me what happened?”

It took a while. Held tight in Eddie’s arms, his nose pretty much lost in Eddie’s armpit, Steve pulled himself together.

“I’ve never talked about that night, even to Robin,” he murmured. “I think that’s why the song triggered… Oh Jesus, I guess it’s, like, my last secret, and I need you to know it.”

And he spilled, with Eddie rocking him and soothing him through every agonising twist of the tale. When he finished explaining the lengths he’d had to go to not to be mated and bitten by an Alpha he hated, Eddie took a beat, and then:

“You drugged the son-of-a-bitch with tranqs your parents used on you? Then jumped off a moving train? Woah! You are one badass metal lil’ Omega.”

“I guess,” mumbled Steve.

“Wow! I didn’t think I could love you any more than I already did,” breathed Eddie. “But… Wow!”

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[emotional-support-demoman]

(I'm so sorry I worried you! That was just an RP post- I'm actually just fine! I guess I didn't realize this wasn't that kind of RP blog. :blush: But I'm just fine, really! I apologize for scaring you so much.)

Ooc:(Its ok! This blog is usually for positivity and helping each other out. The asks I get are mainly asking for help/advice/just some good old comfort. There are other blogs like this one for rp stuff [I'm sorta assuming that u came from one of those].this one dose do a bit of rp I guess just different from the others. I appreciate u coming over and checking this blog out it means so much to me when people come here and look at the silly nice things! And it's ok and I'm glad ur alright! :D)

It's alright lad I'm glad ya doing good! Ye seem like a nice person and I'm glad ta have ya around even if it's just for a bit!

(Also there is another demo blog ran by one of my friends if u want proper demo rp instead of emotional support 👍@emotionally-tipsy-demoman )

[emotionallydeprived-shapeshifter]

Heyyy ladiee hapjy biirthdaaay! Yer doin' hreaaaat!!!

-@emotionally-tipsy-demoman

Hiya Demo, thanks for the well wishes!

[emotionally-tipsy-demoman]

..yeahh,,

hardhat

[tf2-hellhole]

Demoman Fluff Alphabet Part 1

     I hope to finish the rest of this in the future, just didn’t want this to take a million years to post lmao

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Demo is a big teddy bear; He loves giving and receiving affection and does it freely and openly. He’s always greeting you with a big hug and a playfully sloppy kiss, and showering you in cheesy compliments.

He mainly shows affection physically or through compliments, but he also really loves quality time. He loves cuddling you to his chest while enjoying a movie (be warned, if it’s a sad or romantic movie he will bawl his eyes out, especially if he’s tipsy) or sleeping in with you in the morning.

Something that always makes him soft is gentle, warm kisses. Give him a long kiss when he comes home from work and he will literally melt on you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

He’s an incredibly sweet friend and a great drinking buddy. He’s fiercely loyal and tends to spend most of his free time with you, joking and smiling and having a good time. He tends to take his friendships very casually, seeing it as a playful and very positive bond, but from time to time he might open up to you if he’s stressed or ask you to do the same if you’re feeling bad.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man is probably the most openly cuddly out of all the mercs. He’s a little touch starved, so he really enjoys any physical affection he can get from you.

He mostly likes to cuddle when he comes home in the evening after a mission, like relaxing in bed or while watching a movie to wind down.

He doesn’t have a preference for a position, just as long as he gets to be very physically close to you. He does like it if you cuddle up to his chest, though.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

Demo’s a little torn in this regard; He loves his job and doesn’t ever wanna stop doing what he does, but on the other hand, he absolutely wants to settle down. His current plan is to just keep that idea on the back burner until he eventually has to retire. At some point he asks you what you want to do in the future with him, and honestly, he’ll do whatever makes you happy, as long as he can regularly visit his mom.

He’s actually great around the house (when he’s sober lmao). He’s used to taking care of his mom, so he knows how to do chores and he’s happy to do whatever you ask him to. He’s not good at keeping his own spaces clean, but he always makes sure you’re comfy and happy. He likes to clean alongside you because he likes the chance to spend time with you (and he can demand hugs and kisses as a reward after, of course).

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

The farther into the relationship you go with him, the more he regrets it. It’s not that he doesn’t love you, he just hates the idea of you having to put up with him and his alcoholism. He knows you deserve better than him.

He probably just tells you one day and starts trying to split up quickly so he doesn’t break down or have to explain himself. He wants so badly to stay, but there’s no way he’d put the emotional burden of knowing what’s on his mind on your shoulders.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Demo is extremely loyal and is instantly very committed to the relationship. He’s like a puppy lmao, he just wants to make you happy and spend time with you.

He doesn’t have a specific time frame in mind when it comes to getting married, but he’d at least like to get married before he starts getting “too old”, especially if you talk about wanting to have children.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

How gentle he is entirely depends on his mood. If he’s excited or happy, he’s very passionate; He’s going to greet you with a big, tight bear hug and wet, sloppy kisses. If he’s feeling softer or calmer, it’s usually long, warm hugs and kisses that are equally passionate, but are long and gentle. But he’s never really rough with you like he is with his friends; He always tries not to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

Emotionally, it also kinda depends on his mood. He’s still gentle in general, but he’s especially so when he’s calm, content, or sleepy.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?) 

Demo is definitely a hugger, especially towards you. He probably hugs you every time he greets you, and sometimes he hugs you randomly just because.

His hugs are always great. He always tosses his arms around you in a firm but gentle bear hug that’s warm and comfortable, and it’s usually accompanied with a greeting, a compliment, or a wet kiss. He’s got a lot of love to share with you, and this is one of the ways he shares it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Demo is a very lovey partner and will tell you he loves you at any chance he gets. He’s not shy about how enamored he is with you and he wants you to know how loved you are. He’s also not at all afraid of telling you in public/in front of the others.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Demo isn’t SUPER jealous, but it does happen from time to time. If another man is being friendly with you and you seem to be enjoying it, he can’t help but start to feel self-conscious. Does he ever make you smile like that? Does he ever make you this happy?

His reaction depends on whether he’s drunk or not. If he’s not, he gets kind of pouty towards you and kind of passive-aggressive towards the other guy. If he’s drunk, he’s gonna cuss the guy out until he leaves.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Demoman has a lot of love in him, and it shows in his kisses. His are usually passionate, deep, warm, and playful (and sometimes a little sloppy). They usually come with tons of kisses peppered on your cheek or a warm hug, too.

Demo will take the chance to press kisses to basically any skin that’s showing. Usually he kisses your cheeks and forehead, but it’s not uncommon for him to press kisses to your shoulders, neck, and even your arms and hands.

He loooooves receiving kisses just as much as he loves giving them. He’ll love them no matter where they’re placed, but his favorite place to be kissed is on his face. But no matter what, they always get a laugh, a warm smile, and warm cuddles in response.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

This guy is weirdly great with kids. He’s incredibly playful with them and is surprisingly responsible. He also always puts down his drink when there’s kids around, and leaves it until the kid is no longer in the room or in his care. And when it comes to really small kids, he somehow always knows what they need. After all, he is fluent in incoherent babbling, lmao.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

There’s nothing better than waking up to warm kisses being peppered over your cheek and neck, and big arms gently snaking around your waist. He’s always been a very gooey, cuddly person, and it really shows in the mornings, when you finally get to spend a little while together without worrying about work.

Surprisingly, he’s almost always the one to make breakfast. He’s pretty good at it too, since he’s used to making breakfast for his mother and having to satisfy her picky tastes. He likes cooking for you; It makes him feel needed, so make sure to reward him with kisses, compliments, and “I love you”s.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with him are always warm and cuddly (unless it’s hot inside lmao). He often tries to get at least an hour of bomb-making done each night, but you’re welcome to come lean on him or take a nap in the room with him while he works.

The moment he’s done, though, he’s scooping you up to take you to the couch or to bed and just melt into your arms.

He likes doing all kinds of things with you at night; making dinner with you, watching movies, just cuddling and falling asleep. Doesn’t matter to him as long as he has you close.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #98

“white trash, get down on your knees.”

have you ever lied to a person of authority? what did you say? i mean, i've lied to my parents. and i don't know, multiple things that don't immediately come to my head. are your eyebrows darker than your hair? yeah. what do you prefer, lasagna or spaghetti and meatballs? spaghetti w/ meatballs. i don't like lasagna because of the cheese. are all your pets micro chipped? no, but they have tags. would you ever cope in a jail? NO. i would be depressed out of my SENSES. have you ever seen an alligator in person? in zoos as well as the wild. when hurricane floyd like ruined everything, the zoo flooded and was essentially destroyed. apparently, an alligator got out, because i saw one in the ditch once shortly after the hurricane. that zoo was never rebuilt. do you live across from a corn field? no, but i once lived across from a tobacco field. welcome to nc. how long have you been tattooed? if you’re not, do you want to get tattooed?  i got my first for my 18th birthday, so a few years. are you a liberal?  not mostly, but i have some liberal traits, ex. i support gay marriage. were you fearless or a coward in the face of the child hunter in "chitty chitty bang bang?" i'm pretty sure he scared me. i don't remember much about the movie. did you ever hit anything while learning to drive?  i literally almost immediately hit a curb lol. jeff foxworthy, bill engvall, ron white, or larry the cable guy? i enjoy them all, but jeff's gotta top the list. have you or a pet ever gotten a tapeworm? no. i would rather die than get one. i am deathly afraid of internal parasites. do you know any furries? yes. i once lived with two of 'em. do you ever worry about your future? (i.e.: college, marriage, kids, etc)  yes. more than anything, i worry about what my job situation is going to be like. do you snore? steal the covers? roll around in your sleep? I STEAL THE FUCK OUT OF COVERS is the lion the best character in "the wizard of oz?"  i actually like the scarecrow. would you immediately look for someone right after you broke up with your bf/gf? no. it just doesn't seem... right. if you became a doctor, would you help your patients kill themselves? no. just. no. do you tell your best friend EVERYTHING? no. do you have someone who you can be your complete self around? only sara and connie. have you ever tried to learn another language? how did it go? i took four years of german, and i got to the point where i was pretty fluent. it's atrophied all to hell though. have you ever shared a house with a significant other? an apartment, yes. do you have a crush on anyone? tell me about them. i'm dating whom i have a crush on. have you ever had something signed by someone famous? what and who? no. i think. does your father have any facial hair? he has a van dyke beard/mustache. have you ever felt like you were making a mistake when dating someone? oh boy, have i. did you continue the relationship or end it when you realized? ended it. do you think you look similar to your siblings? we have some similarities. ex., we all have the same shade of brown hair naturally. have you ever played cards against humanity? did you like it? oh my actual god, one time when i was at colleen's, we did as a family. we all had a couple drinks, so it was funnier than it should've been. closest i have EVER been to peeing myself. however, it's not as funny with subsequent plays, because you know what cards to expect. do you know anyone who’s lived through a natural disaster? yeah, me and many family members and friends. hurricanes are a common occurrence in nc. how many brothers/sisters do you have? two immediate sisters, one half-brother, three half-sisters. are you lactose intolerant? no. would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?  dude i am the weirdest mix of both lol. how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain. they are wonderful ways of expression. i just find some piercings aesthetically pleasing on certain people, while tattoos are how you can easily paint the picture of your life on yourself. list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel. i've only been to one, and that was alice cooper. it was very fun, despite thunderstorming the whole time. have you ever been on drugs for anxiety, depression, mental illness? i have been since the 6th grade and i still am. do you like green apples?  only if they're crisp. have you ever had a guinea pig for a pet? yes. squeak, harry potter, snickers, and one other whose name i've forgotten... do you shop at hot topic? yes. have you ever studied any new age or occult religions such as wicca?  no, but they intrigue me, especially wicca. would you rather be a boy or girl?  a girl. do you prefer to be around introverted or extroverted people?  introverted. not trying to generalize here, but i find they tend to be more insightful. what do you think makes you a good girlfriend or boyfriend? i'm devoted and loyal as fuck, very loving, and will emotionally support a partner through thick and thin. what do you think makes you a bad girlfriend or boyfriend? one, my anxiety and insecurity. i've also never encountered this situation before, but i honestly feel that i'd get pretty jealous if he ever hung out with another girl platonically, because i'm immensely paranoid. like do not get me wrong, i wouldn't prevent him from doing it, i'd just be very worried. an issue i'm sure a lot of people would have with me is the fact i'm a pretty big prude. has anyone written a song or a piece of poetry about you? yeah. but i can virtually guarantee he used it on other girls. how many drinks does it take for you to become drunk?  i wouldn't know, considering i've never been drunk. i was relatively tipsy after four bottles of very mild alcohol, though. do you admire brutal honesty?  sometimes. other times it is completely unnecessary. what is your party trick? hiding out in the background somewhere, playing with your pet. <-- THIS haha <<< SAME if you had a mental disorder, what would it be? i'm diagnosed with chronic depression, general anxiety & social anxiety, ptsd (which i think i'm recovered from), and i've heard both bipolar ii and borderline personality disorder. do you think the "paranormal activity" movies were scary? no. i actually liked them. do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed? i'm honestly very passive, so aggressive. the last time you drank with someone else or more than one person who was in the worst shape? chelsea always is. she takes two bottles of light alcohol and she's vomiting lol. what would you say is the worst part of high school, period? you're going through it in arguably the biggest time of your life. you are constantly changing and developing and going through so much mentally. you're still figuring out who you want to be. not to mention, you're expected to make huge decisions, all the while still having to ask to go to the bathroom. you have so much responsibility just all of the sudden while your brain is morphing a lot. are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? no. too much responsibility. not to mention they try to get into everything; you can't turn away for two seconds. what is the worst name a friend has ever called you? do you remember? probably just "bitch" or something along the line. no friend has ever called me one to my face, but i can literally guarantee some have. ACTUALLY. to my face, i was called a martyr by my ex's friend after the break-up. and i'm certain he didn't mean it as in "you'd die for your beliefs," he meant it as in "hey you pretend it's the apocalypse to get sympathy."  which is entirely fucking untrue about me. that honestly hurt a lot and it still sticks with me. it honestly made me more uncomfortable to express my feelings. do you find any of your friends’ parents creepy or really mean? i can't stand colleen's mom because she's a grade-a bitch, and her dad makes me uncomfortable, but he's not creepy. what is your least favorite word? i literally abhor the word "cunt." hurts to even type. what turns you on? various, pretty normal stuff. what turns you off? the usual stuff - bad hygiene, bad manners, etc <–Yep. <<<< I agree. <<<<< same. have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist? i've had one since the 6th grade. have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? not a legitimate crush, no. who is your celebrity crush? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) who is your most loyal friend? i honestly feel like connie. we've literally never fought, and she's always been there.

why are you happy, if you even are?

 because i've come so far in my recovery that i have no excuse to complain.

is there a secret you’ve never told your parents?

 yes.

what do you think of when you hear the name mark?

lol you know exactly who i think of.

kristin?

 no one.

zoe?

only the best character from "ssx tricky"

jamie?

 no one.

adam?

alex shepherd's dad from "silent hill: homecoming"

carmen?

the best dancer that was ever at the dance studio i used to go to

do you like fluffy yogurts?

NO. i CANNOT do the texture.

don’t you hate that you have to watch the baby being born in health class?

 i actually never did. but i physically wouldn't have been able to. i would've 100% shielded my eyes.

what’s the earliest memory you have?

walking out into the living room with my stuffed baby bunny and seeing ashley play "medievil" (i'm pretty sure that's how they spelled it). we all used to love that game. we only had the demo disc, though.

do you ever say “fail” when people mess up?

no, but i usually say "gg" lol

how important is it for a significant other to be good with kids?

not all that important considering i don't want any, but simultaneously, i certainly wouldn't tolerate them being mean to kids.

what was the last thing that hurt your feelings? was it warranted or do you think you just took it too personally?

i'd rather just not talk about it, but yeah, it was warranted.

what is your dad’s name?

kenneth, but everyone calls him ken.

does your mother have a sister? if so, what's her name?

 ... wait,

does

she? i don't think so, actually... maybe...

is your favorite color the same as when you were a kid?

 not exactly; my first favorite color was just normal red, now it's maroon.

who last grabbed your ass?

 chelsea lol

have you ever been called a slut/whore?

no, because i am literally the direct opposite. well correction, chelsea, colleen, and alex have playfully, but none of them have ever meant it. we all call each other shit names lol. all in love<3

who is your favorite foreign singer/musician?

 rammstein. they have amazing music and their lyrics are usually pretty cool.

do you ever get mad at people for not having the same opinion as you (ie abortion being wrong/right, meat-eating being wrong/right)?

no. i enjoy people having different opinions.  grow the fuck up and let people think differently.

do you edit any of your pictures? in what ways?

yes. i tend to do general things, like color correction and basic enhancement. sometimes i do more, particularly if it's legitimate photography of mine, in which case i tend to either bump up or desaturate the colors.

who do you know personally that has a nice singing voice?

 colleen

what months were you and your siblings born in?

as far as immediate siblings, april and june, and i was born in february.

do you prefer prince or michael jackson?

jackson. i was never into prince.

do you like spring rolls?

yeah. ruby tuesday's has the best.

when was the last time you painted something?

it's been about a year.

name one favorite thing to do with kids while babysitting.

if they're old enough, i love to teach them how to play games from my childhood. if not, idk. i just in general don't like watching kids.

what kind of things do you post on tumblr?

rhett&link + markiplier stuff, mostly. but i also reblog some funny stuff, plus meerkat pictures.

what band would you stand in line for 24 hours to see?

 none.

name the three biggest things that make up you.

passion, anxiety, dank memage. *finger guns*

what song is your ‘anthem’?

 the song "that's what you get" by paramore reminds me most of myself, particularly the line "i drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating."

which movie villain do you find the most terrifying?

hmmm. a number. i find christabella laroache from the "silent hill" moving frightening (no, i'm not being biased) because she's like the queen example that religion can drive people insane. the joker is also horrifying for the simple fact he's legitimately insane.

do you think frogs/toads look disgusting?

no, they're cute.

what happens when you strongly disagree with someone?

if i voice my opinion, i get very scared that they'll get angry with me. if i don't, nothing. i just accept their opinion.

have you ever been tested for drugs?

yes, while i was at the er for suicide attempts/being suicidal.

do you own any fish? if so, are the docile or aggressive?

no.

if your lover cheated on you and profusely apologized, would you accept them back into your life?

nope.

are you allergic to any insect bites?

no.

who is your favorite golden girl?

rose!!! (:

what is your favorite commercial of the moment?

it is legitimately always going to be the sexy mr. clean commercial lmao

do you have any famous relatives?

 not relatives, but ancestors. we're related to queen victoria and william clark.

favorite album?

"black rain" by ozzy osbourne. i literally love every song on the album and it was my first voyage into heavy metal.

if your son said he was gay, how would you react?

i would be really really proud of him for trusting me with such a thing!!

would you date someone who played video games all weekend long?

 so long he does his responsibilities, sure. let him do what he enjoys.

what are your top three video games of all time?

"silent hill 2," "amnesia: a machine for pigs," and then probably "silent hill 3."

what's your favorite care bear?

i remember i liked the one with a rainbow on its stomach.

state 8 facts about your body.

i'm 5'5''. just gonna say i'm bigger than i'm supposed to be. i have five piercings. my hair is naturally brown, but dyed red. my eyes are blue. the nail on both of my rings fingers is slightly deformed (my sisters' are, too). i have incredibly tiny toes. i wear glasses.

what was your kinkiest wet dream?

 not a kinky person over here.

what song, no matter where you are or what you are doing, immediately takes you back to high school?

 "all signs point to lauderdale" by a day to remember, DEFINITELY.

do you think you could join the army?

no way. i couldn't anyway because i'm mentally ill/have a suicidal history.

would you date someone who has cheated in their previous relationships?

nope.

do you have soft hands? do you like holding hands?

just about everyone who's ever touched my hands tells me they're soft. and yeah, so long they're not sweaty.

do you think having a sleepover with a guy is theoretically acceptable?

 to me, it really depends on where you're sleeping.

have you ever failed a class?

 only in college.

have you ever cried over a breakup?

 only for over a year.

are you planning on dying your hair any time soon?

hopefully.

do you feel as though you're good at understanding/communicating with animals?

people have called me dr. doolittle since i was a very young kid for a reason lol

where would you like to spend your honeymoon?  

i actually don't have big plans. i'd just love to spend a little while in the mountains of nc.

what's one thing you collected as a child:

stickers. my dresser at the time was legitimately covered.

what fictional animal do you wish was real?

oh my GOD, the fey dragons from wow. they are fucking adorable and so pure.

have you ever been told you’ve punched someone in your sleep?

lol yeah. sorry, jason.

have you ever written a song or poem for someone special?

 a few poems, yeah.

what is your favorite vampire book/movie/show?

 i remember i loved the book "bite me"

do you actually know anyone who is homophobic?

 yes.

did you ever read "the giver"? see the movie?

i read the book and loved it.

what was your first impression of your best friend?

i don't have a *best* friend, but i'll answer for the two closest to me. one, i don't really remember because we were super super young. the other, oh my god it was obvious we hated each other.

what is your profile pic a picture of?

i'mma just answer for like... all of them lol. main tumblr & youtube: link neal (but i'mma change yt to mark when i'm not being lazy); facebook&this blog: me; deviantart: an oc; km rp: mark fischbach; aaand i'm sure i'm forgetting some

have you ever been dumped really harshly?

very. he dumped me over facebook messenger like a coward, considering we'd been dating for 3 1/2 years.

has a tree ever fallen down on your house?

yes, during a hurricane. i was totally knocked out asleep so i didn't even hear it land directly above my head lol. then at our second house, a tree fell on our fuel tank, literally landing directly beside the cap, sooo we're lucky as fuck it didn't blow up.

would you ever get your hips pierced?

no. dermals sound really painful.

what if someone asked you to be in a relationship with them?

 i'm in a relationship right now and am happy that way.

what will your next piercing be?

my nose.

what do you regret doing at FAR too young?

i'd rather just not talk about it.

marvel or dc?

dc, maybe.

what are you most proud of?

how far i've come

what is your favorite otp?

that actually exists, mark&amy. hypothetically, rhett&link

who is your favorite disney villain?

scar, maybe? OH. maleficent, actually.

did you ever watch "phil of the future"?

 not really. i was never a big fan.

are sex and sexual activities something you enjoy?

sexual activities, sure. sex itself, i wouldn't know.

how old were you when you first became sexually active?

 again, mind you, i'm a virgin, but if you're talking about doing anything sexual, probably 16. maaaybe 17, but i'm pretty sure 16.

would you rather have a pet crocodile or a pet octopus?

 i legitimately wanted a caiman for a while because apparently that's legal lol

where is the last place you’d want to be on halloween night?

 not sure

describe your favorite comedy movie?

my favorite's "white chicks" omg

what, in your opinion, is the most disgusting part of the human body?

i've stated before i have some asexual traits, and part of that is found in the fact i find both genitalia legitimately disgusting.

what feelings come over you when you know you’re falling in love?

i smile a lot and get very shy around the person. looots of butterflies.

do you believe in ghosts, spirits, demons?

yes to all.

would you consider yourself creative and how wide would you say your imagination can stretch?

 i honestly believe i'm creative as fuck. it goes pretty damn far.

if you could go into any video game world, what would it be and why?

"world of warcraft." because. like. just take me to azeroth, pls.  god i am such a nerd.

hamburger or hot dog?

 cheeseburgers, usually.

what's something nerdy about you?

 i am legitimately made of nerdy shit

would you cheat on your significant other if it meant sleeping with your celebrity crush?

no, actually. probably surprising considered how obsessed i am with him lol

how old do you want to live to?

maybe like 75? 80? i don't want to get to the point of being old where i'm like pissing myself and need help with literally everything. that would be legitimate torture to me.

are you comfortable with your height?

 sure.

have you ever slept on a couch with someone else, with whom?

yeah, jason.

do you think the legal drinking age should be changed?

 not entirely. i do, however, believe 18-year-olds should be allowed to drink only if accompanied by an adult.

have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?

i have hit rock bottom before.

have you ever been bitten by a snake?

no.

do you like train’s music?

i was a big fan way before they become mainstream thanks to mom.

how’s your relationship between you and your grandparents?

dad's mom is dead, mom's dad is dead, i don't even remember the last time i talked to my dad's dad (but he's suuuuper nice and supportive), and i'm pretty damn sure mom's mom doesn't like me. she's bitched me out before and has said some very rude things to me. i'm not particularly fond of her either, but i try.

has the last person you had sex with ever had sex with someone besides you?

never had sex, but as for the only person i've ever been sex

ual

with, yes.

are both of your blood parents still in your life?

my parents are divorced so i don't really see my dad, but he's still a part of my life.

do you like your best friend’s boy/girlfriend?

colleen's husband is awesome and is quite a bit like myself, but sara's not in a relationship.

have your parents met the person you’re currently interested in?

 yeah.

when you’re interested in someone, do you let them know?

 no.

have you ever had a kinky dream about a celebrity?

 ha ha omg yeah

what are your parents’ middle names?

 marie & john

in your opinion, which is more attractive: nice biceps or washboard abs?

biceps.  really obnoxious abs aren't that appealing to me.

have you ever been hypnotized?

 no. i don't believe in that jazz.

do you have any lockets with pictures inside?

no.

what would you consider to be the worst television channel out there?

 mtv

do you have any siblings you absolutely despise? why?

no.

do you think age matters in friendship?

 no. i have a friend who's 30.

how old do you think you will be when you finally have kids?

i don't want kids. i'm fine with my nieces and nephews.

list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.

heather (silent hill), tyler is legitimately me (markiplier crew), chase (rhett&link crew)

what’s a popular movie you’ve never seen?

the entirety of "harry potter." and "lord of the rings."

has anyone ever gotten in your face completely bitching you out?

my grandma, yes.

does it annoy you when people use too many emoticons when they’re typing?

it can.

would you ever consider yourself over dramatic?

i can be, honestly.

would you consider yourself more indie or mainstream?

 indie. essentially nothing about me is mainstream.

do you ever use cheats when you play video games?

 no.

has anyone, besides yourself, considered you as a failure?  

most likely.

did you go to pre-k?

 yeah.

have you ever stolen a friend's boyfriend?

not intentionally. then there's the fact we never actually dated.

do you regret it?

 i regret ever being flirty with him, yes.

are you sorry?

 it's only like my biggest regret, so.

who was your first celebrity crush?

probably jesse mccartney lol

would you smoke if it meant getting $30, or do you smoke anyways?

 no.

what school teams or clubs are/were you a part of?

 art honors society, honors society.

do you enjoy going through old pictures?

sometimes. other times, the nostalgia is too much.

is there a band you like with amazing music but a bad vocalist?

i honestly find dave mustaine of megadeth to be an awful singer, but somehow, i feel it adds to his charm??

do you tend to get clingy in relationships?

really, it depends on my mood and how comfortable i am with you. i legitimately demand space early in a relationship, and i romantically bond with people very slowly. once i actually feel attached to you, i can be sometimes. other times, i still need space.

have you ever dated outside of your race?

for less than a day, so you couldn't really call it "dating." he was hispanic.

when was the last time you received a massage?

never had one professionally, but jason and i would give each other a massage if we legitimately felt like we needed one.

would you rather have curvy legs or skinny legs?

not like really big, but curvy.

what do you usually put in your omelets?

cheese and ham. man... now i really want an omelet lol

do you like kiwis?

YAAAAAS

do you want any piercings?

my nose will be next, then more in my ears. i also would like a belly button ring one day, but i'd only get it once i'm much smaller. absolutely no offense intended, but i don't think they look good on bigger people like me.

have you ever flipped off your mother or father?

no, but i said "fuck you" to my mother only a few months ago. that went over well.

have you ever bowled a strike?

probably.

which is worse: stale chips or flat soda?

stale chips. flat soda doesn't bother me too much.

have you ever questioned your sexuality?

not seriously. when i had ocd, added onto my anxiety, i got into this totally random repetitive thought cycle that i secretly bisexual. i am in no way bisexual, but it was a random question and then my mind obsessed over the possibility i was lying to myself.

what did you usually pack for lunch at school?

sandwiches.

favorite nonliving musician?

probably freddie mercury. wonderfully talented man.

biggest learning experience of your life?  

holly hill

what’s your opinion on religion in schools?

i believe all of the more common religions should be electives. i know that's a bit unfair, but if we're being realistic, there's too many religions to fit and get instructors for all of them.

how do you decide whether to accept or not accept a friend request?

i have to know the person and like them to accept them.

do you have an unspeakable past regret?

unspeakable, no.

do you litter?

absolutely not.

do you feed your pets gourmet pet food?

no.

were you miserable in middle school?

 i wouldn't say "miserable," but it was definitely the worst school years. it's when my anxiety and depression started, so.

how many people do you know who identify as transgender?

one that i'm certain of. i have another friend that went through a transgender phase.

what is your preferred painkiller?

 advil

what color was your senior prom dress?

black

do you support transgenders being able to use the opposite restroom?

i promise, you don't want my opinion.

do you support the raising of the minimum wage?

yes. you can't live off of $7.25.

are you courageous?

not really, if i'm being honest.

could you ever forgive your best friend for sleeping with your boyfriend?

nope.

do you live with your biological parents?  

with my mom, yes.

do you have a snapchat?

no.

who is your hero?

mark <3

are you allergic to bees?

i wouldn't know. never been stung.

have you ever had stitches?

yes, in my chin.

did you graduate high school a virgin?

 yeah.

would you ever date out of your own race?

 yes.

can you describe your father in one word?

forgiving<3

what’s your favorite movie trilogy?

"shiloh," maybe

do you play any games on facebook?

 no.

do you have a dog?

 we have three.

do you have a step-parent?

 yes, but i don't call her "mom" or anything.

do you like grasshoppers?

they actually kinda scare me, especially big ones lol

do you like laffy taffy?

yeah!

at concerts, do you buy merch?

only been to one, but i did. i'd like to think i always would.

what color is your underwear?  

i don't wear underwear unless entirely necessary. increases your chances of a yeast infection and they're just uncomfortable.

what’s an interesting fact about the state in which you were born?

 it has an abandoned wizard of oz-themed park.

outside of school, have you ever used a thesaurus?

yes. i use it occasionally for writing.

do either of your parents have any tattoos or piercings?

my mom has her ears pierced.

would you ever stalk a celebrity?  

no. i have respect.

do your parents use social media? if so, which ones?

mom has facebook.

do you believe that there’s good in everybody?

 nope.

person you used to have feelings for shows up at your house, you say:

"get the fuck away from my house" or something like that.

were your parents married when you were born?

yes.

have you ever thought about having sex?

 yeah?

are you available?

 no.

do you live in a big house?

 no.

have you ever flown in a plane?

twice, but the first i don't remember.

do you like mangoes?

 i've actually never had a real mango, but i think i'd like them. i love mango juice.

do you think you’re always right?

 absolutely not. it's a ridiculous thing to think.

what’s your favorite season?

autumn.

best disney song?  

dude let's be real, "be prepared" from tlk was fire

what’s the worst veggie?

 BEANS.

do you like the color yellow?

nooo. it's one of my least favorites.

do you have any old calendars in your room?

i have two meerkat calendars from years ago that are part of my collection.

is it important to you to make a good impression on a bf/gf’s parents?

of course.

are you one of the people who think obama will be assassinated?

well, he obviously wasn't. if anyone's going to get assassinated, it'll be trump.

are you more sympathetic towards animals or humans?

animals, because they have no voice and are never truly do things out of ill intent.

when did your parents stop enforcing curfew?

 i never really had a curfew.

how long does it take you in the shower?

not even 15 minutes. i've never understood how people can take such long showers. do your shit and get out.

ever kissed anyone with a nipple piercing? what about a lip piercing? nose piercing?

 lip piercings, yes.

ever made out in a pool?

maybe, but i don't think so.

are you a virgin?

depends on how you define "virgin." but by my definition, yes.

be honest. have you had any dirty thoughts today?

 well now that you mention it.

have you ever purchased a pregnancy test, for yourself or otherwise?

no.

do you have trouble reading small fonts?

 not usually. depends on what the font is.

are there any old [as in, no longer on television, not necessarily old in terms of years] television shows that you could happily sit through and re-watch the entire series?

"that '70s show"

of all the decisions you have thus far made in your life, which was the best and which was the worst?

best: going to holly hill. worst: letting jason be my everything.

if you were presented with a bowl of fruit with apples, oranges, bananas, and grapes in it - which fruit would you pick to eat?

grapes.

do you have any gay friends?

yes, and i love them.

are you gay yourself?

 no, but i don't discriminate against those who are.

how many brothers do you have?

 one half-brother.

do you like mexican food?

 noooo.

what’s your best friend’s pet’s name(s)?  

colleen: miracle, maxwell, maze. i couldn't even try to name all of sara's lol

do you need to shave?

 no.

do you see yourself married in the next five years?

nope.

are you responsible?

if i'm being honest, no.

ever had a pregnancy scare?

 no. well, because i have anxiety, i was once scared while i was with jason because i missed my period, despite the fact we never had actual sex. safe to say, i wasn't pregnant. it was my anxiety getting to me.

do you partake in gaming?

 if i can, i do. however, my consoles are broken and the psu or graphics card on my gaming laptop is fried, so i haven't in like... six, seven months. it's been torture lol

who has your heart?

 two internet celebrities that don't know i exist lmao

do you have an ex who still talks to you? do they want to be with you again?

 no. tyler tried to, but he finally got that i wanted nothing to do with him.

ever get mad at something that happened years ago?

yep.

don’t you hate when people assume you’re jealous of somebody just because you dislike them?

y e s

do your legs get really itchy after shaving them?

 YES. it's why i have a scar on my shin because i scratched the fuck out of it.

who was the last person you went out to eat with?

 dad, his wife, sisters, and my sister's in-laws.

honestly, if you wanted to get laid right now, could you?  

probably not. i wouldn't want to anyway, since i'm like 95% sure i want to save 'til marriage.

have you ever kissed someone with a tattoo?

 regrettably.

ever had a guy best friend?

yes.

how is your last ex doing?

 i don't know and i don't care.

ever given your ALL to someone?

yes, and it was the wrong fucking choice.

how do you know the majority of the people you know?

 school, the internet

have you ever had pink eye?

no, but my sister has.

do you really care how many friends you or anyone else has on myspace/facebook?

nope.

how many band shirts do you own? which?

including those that don't fit anymore but i have saved, two for ozzy osbourne, two for metallica, otep, disturbed, asking alexandria, hollywood undead, iwrestledabearonce (which i no longer like), marilyn manson, two for alice cooper, and i am 100% positive i've had more. i've had a loooot.

is nutella amazing?

 yaaaas queen

have you ever had anything pierced that you don’t have now?

yes. right side of my nose, left anti-tragus, right tragus, left cartilage. they all closed while i was in the hospital.

would you consider yourself “tough”?

emotionally.

do you have any twins/multiples in your family? are they identical or fraternal?

 i don't think so?

who is the youngest person in your family that you know of?

my nephew, i think.

is your mom a good mom?

she tries her best and does so much for me.

who was your first friend?

brianna. we drifted apart in middle school.

would you consider yourself a shy person?

 waaaay too shy.

are you on good terms with your last ex?

no.

would you rather be a toaster, or a calculator?

... lol wut

do you like beards, and if so, what is the ideal beard length?

no opinion.

did/do you play with barbies?

i did only when nicole wanted to.

what holidays do you decorate for?

halloween, christmas.

have you ever been high?

no. it just doesn't interest me. i don't like my mind being foggy. it's partially why i've never even been drunk.

do you believe in homosexuality?

yes?? it obviously exists, and there's nothing wrong with it??

do you believe in jesus?

yes. it's a historical fact that he existed, it's just a matter of if you believe in the stories of what he did or not.

who was the last person you kissed?

my boyfriend.

do you play minecraft?

i never have and i'm not interested in it.

do you like mozzarella sticks?

noooo. the only cheese i like is american.

do you listen to nickelback?

i have no shame in admitting that i like some of their songs.

do you watch pewdiepie?

i've been a fan since 2013, or maybe 2012. he's a funny guy. he's got a lot of drama around him, but i sincerely think he's entertaining. i've enjoyed watching him develop as a person and comedian.

do you like the water?

no. i literally never drink it unless i'm dehydrated.

do you like eating zebra cakes?

 sure. been a long, long time since i've had one, though.

are there any hobbies you have that you don’t perform in front of others?

 write, draw.

have you ever felt as though you were unrecognizable to yourself?

yep.

when was the last time you took a taxi somewhere?

 never.

what was the most embarrassing thing you’ve had to buy?

 nothing really embarrassing.

have you ever mistaken a person’s gender?

 yeah.

did you stay calm during the whole swine flu scare?

 yes.  i have the immune system of a god.

without the aid of mascara, do you have long eyelashes?

  yes.  my old english teacher literally stopped class once just to point out to the whole class that i had super long eyelashes lol.  i loved her.

is there a kind of music you listen to that helps you release your anger?

 yeah.  tends to be rammstein or metallica.

do any of your close friends have children?

 no.

were you ever rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room?

 no.

when was the last time you were at the hospital, and why?

 in february for a suicide attempt.

"the breakfast club," yay or nay?

 i couldn't get into it.

have you ever had a piercing get infected?

 yes.  second piercing in my right ear lobe.

do you get embarrassed easily?

 just about everything embarrasses me, so.

is anybody in your family a carpenter?

  no, but my dad was.

would you date someone 8 years older than you?

  yeah, but that's like my limit.  i'd have to

really

like someone who was nine years older, but i'm cool with eight.

would you rather date someone older than you or younger?  

older.  at my current age, i wouldn't date someone younger than me.

have you ever dated someone you met online?  

no.

what’s something you have a very strong opinion about?

  abortion, more than anything.  i'm getting more heavily adamant about gay rights.

what gets you emotional?

 recalling past struggles and people, seeing others suffer, people doing good in the world, etc.

do you often try to find common ground when in a political debate?

  ugh.  i just don't like political debates.

do you come across as cold and aloof at times?

 i'm sure.

do you think the last person you kissed is a player?

 no.

if an ex said they hated you, you say?

  good for you.

could you ever be friends with the person who hurt you most in life?

 no.

are you happy with yourself?

  in certain aspects.

would you change yourself for the person you love?

  to some degree.  it depends.

has a guy ever seriously punched you more than once?

 no one's ever punched me, thankfully.

do you think you were ever in love?

 i can say without the slightest doubt in my mind that i was.

have you ever dated your friend’s ex?

 no.

have you done bad things with your parents nearby?  

define "bad things."

have you started a horrible rumor about somebody?

  no, i'm not that low.

why do you believe/not believe in god?

  because it just seems most logical to me.  it just seems... highly, highly unlikely that the fucking stars aligned so perfectly as to make this all possible.  but i perfectly respect people that think the opposite, so long they don't stomp on religion.

do you have any recurring dreams? what are they?

  no.

what is your favorite baked good?

  muffins, maybe.

do you have an addiction to anything?

  i have an addictive personality, so, a number of things.  nothing unhealthy, though.

during thunderstorms, how does your pet react?

 teddy and bentley don't care, cali gets so terrified that she quakes and hides behind the couch.

are you addicted to any energy drinks?

  no.  energy drinks taste like poison to me.

do you like croutons in your salad?  

noooo

when did you meet the last male you texted?

  when i was born.  he's my dad.

have you ever talked to a boyfriend about a previous ex-boyfriend?

 yes.  i was having a ptsd breakdown and needed to know if i could confide in him about some things.

can two living souls become one?  

no.

has a stranger ever yelled at you for your language?

 no, but someone probably should lol.  i recently realized that i say "fuck" waaay too much.  jason's family defiled me.  they swear like sailors and like everyone i know noticed my profanity got worse after dating jason for a while because i was with his family a lot and it rubbed off.

why aren’t you in love with your ex anymore?  

because you don't love the person that almost caused you to kill yourself.

if your best friend “came out”, how would you feel?

 colleen: i would go into legitimate shock since she's for traditional marriage and whatnot.  sara: she's demisexual, so.

ever kissed someone you weren’t in a relationship with?

  no.

have you ever been given a lapdance by an actual stripper?

 ew, no.

what was the last song you listened to?

 "cake and sodomy" by marilyn manson

have you ever been on a ferris wheel that had swinging cages/gondolas? were you in the swinging cage/gondola or too chicken to go on it?

 yeah.  it was at a little festival so it was sketchy as fuck too lol.  i went with jason, who's afraid of heights, so that was interesting.

do you want a small or big wedding?

  small.

are your parents going to buy you a car?

  probably not.  i don't drive, anyway.

who’s your favorite rapper? and your favorite song by this rapper?

 the only rapper i genuinely like is eminem, and i really like "space bound"

how about your favorite band? and your favorite song by this band?

  oh brother...  ozzy osbourne: "trap door," metallica: "whiskey in the jar," otep: uhhh "special pets" or "apex predator," a day to remember: "i'm made of wax, larry, what are you made of?," marilyn manson: "heart-shaped glasses," rammstein: "nebel" or "donaukinder," cradle of filth: probably their cover of "mr. crowley," korn: "here to stay"

do you hate your last name? do you want to get married so you can change it?

 i don't like my last name, but i don't want to get married just so it'll change.

who was your first boyfriend/girlfriend? why did you break up?

 if you're talking about the first guy who ever had the title of "boyfriend," aaron.  we were in the 7th grade and i just didn't like him like that.

do you drink coffee?

  no, it's bitter as fuck and just overall gross.

what outfit makes you feel the most attractive?

  you assume any outfit makes me attractive.

what do you think of people who always wear make-up?

  whatever.

has anyone of the same sex ever hit on you?

  i think so.

are you open to a same-sex relationship and why or why not?

  no, i'm straight.

have you ever wanted to vlog?

 no.  too awkward for that shit.

who was the last person you held hands with?

  ugh.

have you ever told someone to their face that they were ugly?

 what the fuck, no.

have you ever seen a live bat?

  yeah.  they're so cute.

would you ever let your child drop out of high school?

 depends on the reason.

do you pronounce “aunt” like “want” or “ant”?

 "ant"

would you ever let a girl/boy put you through hell and back?

  never again.

have you watched porn alone before?

 i don't watch porn to begin with.

what do you think about weed?

 i think it smells fucking awful more than anything.

recommend a book:

 i recommend "johnny got his gun" by dalton trumbo more than any book on the face of the planet.  the writing style is very unique and a bit hard to understand sometimes, but the meaning behind it.  it increased my pacifism by a mile.

do you like to cook? or do you always prefer take out?

  i can't cook.  i literally burned a hot dog to where it split in half in the microwave.

are pets allowed to be on the furniture in your house?

  yes.  they live here.

declawing cats: for or against?

 against

what theory (serious or not) has always intrigued you?

  if the moon landing was fake or not.  i believe it was real, but there is some seriously compelling evidence that it was a studio trick.  i'd highly recommend reading about it.

do you consider yourself a perfectionist?

  about some things.

[emotionally-tipsy-demoman]

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[emotionally-tipsy-demoman]

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[emotionally-tipsy-demoman]

will you be my wife o' tipsy demoman?

Aye, I'd loooove t'be sooomun's wiife laddIE, but I'm loyaal t'the boys !!!! I'm afraid noe'ss not a goood time fer me t'bee datiin'

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[emotionally-tipsy-demoman]

What if,, a guy came upto ya in a black hoodie an' handed ye a book an' gave ye a sly smirk

An' when ye read it ye realise that the book is about yer entire life

Would ye read it t'the end?