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hermioneblack · 2 years

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Older Brother Steve / Teacher Eddie

Sometimes you need to just write the fanfiction you want to read yourself... Please enjoy the below- it has not been edited in anyway and should probably not exist.

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Steve Harrington wasn’t a jealous man, he didn’t have the time to be jealous most of the time.

He was a single parent to his younger brother, Dustin, and had to work two jobs to keep the lights.

So he wasn’t the jealous type.

Not jealous at all that Dustin has been coming home every day ranting and raving about his new teacher, who was just the coolest guy ever and was so awesome you wouldn’t understand Steve!

He wasn’t so jealous that he went to drop Dustin off at school himself one day just to see what this guy looked like and size him up a little. Because for the last three years he had been the coolest guy in his brother's life, and he wasn’t ready for some teaching little nerd to take him place.

‘Which is completely rational and exactly the type of thing a normal person would do.” Robin had said over the phone the night before when he had asked her to open the video shop that morning.

“It is rational, Dustin is at an impressionable age-” Robin scoffed and laughed, “Don’t you dare laugh at me, I am a single father and I am making sure the people who my brother interacts with are appropriate.”

“Right… and you didn’t rehearse that answer in the mirror all day because you knew I would call you cray-cray.”

“I’m hanging up now!”

“Tell Mr Munson I say hello!” she sang down the line as Steve slammed the receiver back into its cradle.

That's how he found himself leaning against his car at 8am on a Monday staring at the high school he had once attended. Dustin was glaring at him and groaning that he couldn't believe he was coming to his class.

“I don’t get why you have to come inside!” he whined as he pulled his backpack from the boot.

“Because I need to have a word with your teacher.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

“God you are so lame! Remember when you were cool?”

The words stung a little, of course Steve remembers when he was cool. He had been the captain of the basketball team, captain of the swim team and the guy girls dumped their boyfriends for, even if it was just to have a quickie in the back seat of the car he had to sell to pay for his parents funeral.

“Yeah, whatever, I'm lame now. Doesn’t mean I am not going in there to find out how you are going.”

Dustin rolled his eyes and walked towards the school.

Steve followed, watching as the other parents stared openly at him, it wasn’t the first time he had dropped his little brother off at school, he had been doing it for three years, but it didn’t mean the young mothers didn’t love to stare. He knew he didn’t fit in with his ripped jeans and the flannel that covered his work shirt but he hadn’t ever cared about that because he had the hair, the car and the reputation to withstand anything.

Now he only had the hair, and after looking after Dustin full time, he was very worried he would lose that too.

Dustin was much further ahead now and was making a big show of complaining to his friends that his brother was being lame.

Which made Steve smile a little, when their parents had died in a car crash during his senior year, he had been worried Dustin wouldn’t ever recover, he had thrown himself into his dungeons and dragons game and living in the fantasy worlds he created. But in the last few months he had been a lot more vocal about other things and hanging out with more than just Mike who Steve couldn’t help but think was a bad influence on his brother.

“Hi buddy can I help you?” A hand tapped his shoulder and Steve recoiled and turned ready to snap at whoever it was.

But the words got lost in his throat as he took them in, shoulder length messy hair with a fringe that definitely shouldn’t work, bright rings on each finger and a rock band shirt stretched over an obviously muscular body.

“Um..” he muttered just opening staring now.

“You okay?” the stranger said, waving a hand in front of his face.

“I’m Dustin- Steve- I’m Steve.” he couldn’t believe how bad he was at speaking right now, he wanted to slap himself as the stranger just looked more and more concerned.

Thankfully Dustin came bounding up before Steve could say anything else and was about to rescue him until he didn’t stop at Steve's side but bounded up to the Metal Head Stranger and did the most elaborate high five he had ever seen.

“Mr Munson, this is my brother Steve. He’s being lame and wants to speak to you.”

Mr Munson looked up from Dustin and gave Steve the biggest lopsided grin.

“Hi Steve, you can call me Eddie.”

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #dustin henderson #steve and dustin #big brother steve #teacher eddie #stranger things au #fanfiction #ff #drabble

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moonblssm · 4 years

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everyday job au | seo changbin

listen to — Pink Lemonade by The Wombats

、 special trainer!changbin

you hated it

having a concussion was the worst if you were an athelete

for a few weeks, you were stuck resting - no exercising or working out at all - instead of playing the sport you loved so much

how were your supposed to keep in shape for the tournament in two months?

the doctor had just cleared you a week ago, but you were eager to start your volleyball training

you hit the park and the gym the next day, only to find that your mile time had an additional twenty seconds and you had to decrease the amount of weight to use

your form wasn’t the same as it was before your concussion, so you for sure had to fix that in time

it felt useless, but you refused to lose hope, so you called a mutual friend of yours

changbin had been your favorite coworker bang chan’s workout buddy for as long as knew him

he had offered to be a personal trainer after he overheard you talking to chan about not knowing how to balance your workout schedule and volleyball practice

so even though you only hung out with him when chan was around, you texted changbin in the rarely used chat room he started when he was asking you if he left his water bottle in your car (you had given him a ride hone when his car was in the shop)

the first session didn’t go very well, but overtime, changbin learned the limits you had and the aspects you had to work on

he also learned that he liked you a lot more than he thought he did when he saw you trying to challenge yourself with the workouts

ever since the two of you stopped for a short snack at one of the night markets and you told yourself that the spiciness of the stew was okay for you - even though it obviously wasn’t but you looked cute convincing yourself - he found every single thing you did endearing

you and changbin got a lot closer after just a few days, and even chan noticed when he got back

his hand seemed to linger over you whenever he had to fix your form, and you often caught him looking at you when you got food afterwards

he also found you beautiful even when you looked exhausted after your workouts together

what he didn’t learn until a few weeks later, was how badass you looked playing your sport

but also how much he didn’t knew he actually cared about you

a few weeks after you got back to your usual performance, chan brought him and a bunch of his friends to your tournament

none of them wanted to bother you as you were warming up, so they took their seats in the bleachers, eager to watch you play

you don’t realize they’re there until the first break you have, when you nearly choke on your water seeing a group of loud boys taking up a good chunk of the bleachers at the edge of the playing space

you give them a wave as you take a sip of your water, meeting changbin’s gaze as you close the cap

he smiles at you, laughing at your shock, before giving you a wink and sending you off to go rejoin your teammates with a nod

several minutes later, you’re already on the court, diving for the ball or hitting the shit out of it to get past the blockers

changbin’s jaw hangs open whenever you do anything remotely cool, and jisung has to remind his older friend that he should stop staring whenever you go serve

everything’s going well until the second set

you’re covering your team’s middle blocker as they go up to hit, completely disregarding the possibility that it’ll hit off the blockers hand and back onto your court

and it’s too late when you realize it because it that fact doesn’t go through your head until the ball is coming towards your head

.....the same head that had just fully recovered from a concussion a few weeks ago

“oh shit!” is all that leaves changbin’s lips.

your concussion was big news so when the ball comes in contact with your body, everything goes silent

the only thing heard in the stadium are gasps, a whistle, and someone running down the bleachers?

you on the other hand, are only focused on the sound of the security guards trying to prevent someone from getting onto the court but alas they fail

you hadn’t even realized you fell onto on the floor until you feel someone sitting you up and letting you lean back against their arm

“why am i on the floor?”

“y/n...you just got hit in the head! again!”

“what? no i didn’t.”

changbin, in his head: ‘oh my god she can’t even differentiate her body parts.’

“that’s it, i’m taking you to the hospital.”

“changbin, i promise you i’m fine! it hit my shoulder!”

changbin’s nerves ease, but that doesn’t prevent him from doing a whole ass check up on you

right in the middle of the court

completely disregarding that you were flirting with each other in the middle of a game

sooner than later though, the coach ushers the two of you off the court, subbing someone in so that you can really double check that nothing bruised your brain again

your teammates don’t even try to hide the wink they send changbin when they suggest that he should be the one to take you to the first aid station at the tournament convention center

one of them even goes as far as to mentioning that you might get dizzy and lose your balance so you should hold onto changbin’s hand just in case

in the moment, you’re glaring at them and shaking your head for them to stop

but you can’t even complain as he continues to hold your hand as you sit on the chair to wait for the nurse to print out a concussion symptom checklist sheet

“wait, did you really care about me that much to come flying down the stairs and jumping over the blockade?”

changbin only flushes, shrinking into himself when he feels your eyes on him

“i care about you enough that i’ll do anything to make sure you’re always okay.”

a/n: omg hello there~ it’s been so long since i posted an actual fic or imagine oh my goodness but i figured that since it is binnie’s birthday today, it’s the perfect timing to finally finish his part of the everyday job au!! i have no idea what happened to any of my ideas or motivation to write but it’s slowly coming back since i don’t want this blog to die 😭 but i hope you guys enjoy this one! i actually struggle so much with writing changbin.

hyunjin is next!! and don’t worry, you don’t have to wait until march 20th for his (i’m so sorry).

anyway, happy birthday to the coolest dude i know!! love you changbin!

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detroitbydark · 4 years

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Characters: Hound/OC

Summary: when life (or Thire) gets him traffic duty, Hound makes the most of it.

Warnings: None

A/N: I shouldn’t be starting a new work. I really shouldn’t. I also shouldn’t have decided to write a oneshot, talked to @skdubbs and have four chapters plotted out.

This does take place in the Fox and Mouse verse (around chapter 6 if I remeber correctly).

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“From Kessel to Kijimi, this is Nuna Skii flying you through the dark hours of the night. I’d like to give a shout to-.”

Hound hunches forward over the handle bars to the GAR issued speeder. Traffic Ops. Kriff.

It would teach him to make a bet with Thire. Then again, how was he to know that the Commander actually had it in him to bag the cute little secretary that took up guard duty outside of his office door.

Obviously not Hound.

The ARF Sargent sighs before turning the radio up. He’d rather be back in his barracks with his massiff at his feet than clocking for speeders and traffic violations. It wasn’t that it was below him it was just… well it was below him. He didn’t go through recon school to be looking for our of date tags.

At least he got to listen to his favorite radio show.

“-and more of that sweet jizz music coming from Dantooine as a special favor to my boys in the 332nd”

Nuna Skii’s show on Independent Republic Radio was a favorite of many a trooper. Overnights were osik but the sweet smoky sound of her voice and the frequent shoutouts - often laced with innuendo - were definitely one way to pass the time. And if her voice was stored in the spank banks of half the troopers in the GAR? Well, that was just an added bonus to her show.

“Just you, me and an empty sky lane tonight, eh Nuna?” He asks the radio.

“How about we take another deep dive into an absolutely delicious track, yeah?”

“You could sell me some ocean front property on Tatooine and I'd pay top dollar. Hit me with it, babygirl.”

He only does a handful of stops and doesn’t write a single ticket for the next six hours.

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She was so karking tired. Like, tired was an understatement. Half-dead might be more correct. She needed atomic grade caf or a bed to pass out in immediately. Glancing at the near stalled traffic in front of her, Nuna can’t help but think she wasn’t going to get either anytime soon.

The joys of working nights.

She really did love her job. To be a young holoradio jockey and have a spot on any station on Coruscant was pretty damn amazing but to have it on IRR? probably the single coolest station in the core worlds? It was a dream come true. Most of the time.

A yawn escapes her lips and her speeder rattles ominously underneath her.

“Oh- no, no, no.” She mutters looking down at her gauges. Warning lights flash brightly. She’d just gotten the kriffing thing out of the shop last week. They were supposed to have fixed the thrusters. The bike leans to the right and Nuna feels the tell tale swoop in her stomach from a sudden drop in altitude. It wasn’t much more than a few feet but if it was anything like it was the week before she needed a landing platform. And fast.

The early morning light bounces off the transparisteel buildings around her as she tries to find the nearest safe bet. Her speeder bike coughs once and jerks again, jostling her helmeted head. She sucks in a sharp breath as it pulls hard, dragging her from the skylane and into open air. It’s a struggle to keep the thing upright as she tries to guide it in for a landing on the nearest platform. Lights flash in her rear view.

“Really? Really?!” She hisses to herself as her muscles strain to keep the bike on course.

She manages to land the malfunctioning speeder, the ungainly pile of scrap plopping down with all the grace of a pregnant nerf.

The Coruscant Guard bike, all sleek lines, gunmetal grey and cherry red accents lands feet behind her.

Hers makes one last wheeze and cuts off. The good thing is, she’s wide awake now. No caf needed.

“Ma’am?”

Nuna turns to see the visage of snarling maw cocking it’s head in her direction.

“You ok?”

She swallows hard. It was a known fact within her small circle of friends that Nuna Skii - the real Nuna Skii not the sex kitten holojockey- was absolute mush for a guys in uniform and the one stepping closer was definitely one that would make her heart pump harder if it weren’t already for the adrenaline of a near death experience. If there was a name for kink involving men in helmets Nuna had it.

“I- uh- yeah” she takes a deep breath because now was not the place and certainly not the time, “I’m good”

The trooper's head cocks the opposite direction as he points toward her handlebars. “You know you're ok to let those go now, right?”

A nervous laugh escapes her lips. Her hands feel stiff from the exertion of the landing and she wiggles her fingers, forcing the blood back into them as she pulls them back toward her. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“No problem. Can I see your identichip and registration?”

Nuna gives him a blank stare for half a second, eyes moving almost comically from his outstretched hand and back up to his helmet. His free hand rests at his kama, index finger tapping idly. He’s got to be kidding, she nearly died and he was going to-

“You're going to give me a ticket?” She pulls her helmet off with little fanfare and hangs it from the handle bars. “Really? I nearly died and now I’m getting a ticket?!”

The trooper holds both hands up, “Easy there. No one said anything about a ticket. Just because you broke about three different traffic codes and at least two vehicular safety ones...” he lets the implication of what he’s said hang in the air.”

Nuna pulls the requested items out of her bag and hands them to the trooper with more aggression than needed but, damn it all, she was so tired she could cry and now she had to deal with a broke down speeder. Again.

She watches as the trooper looks down at the identichip and then back to her. Once, twice, three times.

“Is there a problem?”

“You’re Nuna Skii- I mean like the real Nuna Skii?” The tone of his voice has changed and he almost seems… excited?

“Uh yeah, guilty as charged. Listen, is this going to-“

“Say, ‘flying you through the night on IRR.’”

“Is this part of your usual traffic stops?” Nuna raises a brow at the trooper. Really? Did it ever get strange enough. She swings a leg over the seat and moves to stand. Her legs shake underneath her and tall, excitable and toothy holds out a gloved hand.

“Here, let me help you.”

She takes it because falling flat on her face really doesn’t seem like something she wanted to add to her laundry list of problems this morning. When she’s standing at her full height, which was substantially shorter than the solid wall of clone trooper in front her, she looks up.

His hand moves to the back of his helmet and rubs gently, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound demanding.” He says almost bashful. “It’s just that if-“

She takes pity on him. “From Corellia to Canto Bight, flying you through the night on Independent Republic Radio”

He stands frozen for a moment. Nuna squirms under the unflinching state of his visor until finally-

“Holy Fett! It’s really you! Listen! I- I mean we- the Guard- we’re like your biggest fans.”

The wind whips up through the levels ruffling the hair on her head, deep lilac colored wisps work their way into her mouth and she spits uselessly before reaching up and using her fingers to remove them. “That’s great really-“

Her hands go to her hips. Was this guy for real?

“Hey, I know a guy that does towing. He’s kind of a di’kut but he owes me a favor. I could get your ride towed where you need it. I mean, if you want?”

“Like, for free?” She clarifies.

The trooper looks down at her as if that was a given, “well, yeah.”

“And you want what in return?” Nuna fidgets. This is where the guy becomes a dirtbag and asks for something. He hands back her identichip and registration before reaching up and popping the seal on his bucket. He gives her a lopsided grin as he slips the helmet up his arm. Kriff. He was cute. His dark hair is cut into a floppy Mohawk. A stray curl of it dips down across his forehead and he offers her a lopsided grin. He is about as intimidating as a puppy.

“Can I get a shout out on your show tonight? I mean, the boys are NEVER going to believe this unless you do.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it” he seems to think for a moment and his smile becomes toothy, “unless you’d like to give me your number too?”

She can feel the hot rush of embarrassment to her cheeks and hopes he mistakes it for wind burn. She ignores his comment about her number because, this fine specimen was so far out of her league it was crazy.

“So What’s to stop me from saying yes and not doing it”

“Aww come on, please? You wouldn’t do one of your biggest fans like that would you?”

“What’s your name?” She can’t handle the soft puppy dog eyes he’s giving her. It should be illegal for any dude with shoulders that broad to look so cute.

“Sargent Hound of the Coruscant Guard at your service.”

She nearly chokes. Well, that explained the puppy dog eyes. “You drive a hard bargain, Sargent.” She says regaining her composure. She looks behind him to the GAR issued speeder. “If you can drop me at my building I’ll call it a deal.”

His smile makes her tummy flutter, “I think that can be arranged.”

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“You’re full of it” Rule barks “Osik up to your visor!”

Hound is lounging back on a couch that is not nearly large enough for both him and the massiff sprawled out on it. Grizzer lifts his head, licks his lips lazily and lays back down. Hound scratches around the creature's dorsal spikes and the massiff kicks his back foot happily.

“I told you man. It was her. Identichip verified and everything.

“El-Tee? You hear this?”

Lieutenant Thire looks up from his holopad and the boloball game he was watching, “what?”

Rule is grinning from ear to ear, “Hound here says he helped Nuna Skii out of a bind this morning.”

“I’m not just saying it. I did it.”

Hound explains lazily. He doesn’t tell them about giving her a ride home, pretty sure he broke about half a dozen regs just having her pressed up against his back and her arms around his waist and that was before he dropped her at her building. It was early enough in the day that he doubts anyone really noticed. If they did it was worth it to have her hands clutching at his armor.

Hound had pictured Nuna Skii so many times that the fact that she wasn’t a leggy blonde had come as a shock. What she was wasn’t a bad thing, just different. Short and soft with curves in places he wished he could run his hands all over.

“Prove it!” Ryk laughs as he ambles in, freshly showered and pulling his blacks over his head.

“Should we tell ‘Em Grizz, old man? Or should we just let them eat their buckets when it happens?”

Ryk rolls his eyes as the ARF Trooper chats with his massiff. “You know he’s never going to answer back, right?”

Grizzer looks over his shoulder at Ryk.

“Aww come on man” Hound fusses. One mearty hand moves to scratch under the massiff’s intimidating jaw. Grizzer turns into the touch, nearly purring with contentment. “Just because he can’t speak basic doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand it. Isn’t that right boy. We got our own language, Grizz and I. Smartest mas’ in the whole GAR, aren’t you?”

The creatures leathery tail thumps happily in agreement.

“Don’t know about that but he certainly smells a lot better than the bunch of you.” Thire mutters turning his attention back to boloball and cursing quietly. Ryk lifts an arm smelling.

“Not me! I’m squeaky clean!”

“We’re getting off track here” Rule announces in an attempt to refocus the gathered troopers. “What we need to know is how you're going to prove you met Nuna Skii.”

“Did she sign a ticket?” Thire asks, not looking up. When Hound doesn’t answer Thire looks up.

“She was having a really bad morning-“

“You do know when you work traffic you have to ticket people at least once in a while.”

“Apparently, not the pretty ones.” Ryk cackles.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, vod.”

Ryk rolls his eyes as Hound moves to turn the radio on. Nuna’s show was starting any minute. He hoped she’d come through.

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Around and around Nuna spins. The wheels on her roller chair are in desperate need of oil and squeak in protest. Nuna is undeterred as she waits for the next commercial to end. Her producer glances at her through the transparisteel divider and rolls her eyes. Yes, she was a child. No, she would not be apologizing. She grabs a cold protato from a greasy Dex’s bag as she makes another loop. If her fans could see her now. She’s got on an oversized tunic and a pair of dark pants that were probably a little too tight but were way too comfortable for her to care. When she woke her hair wasn’t about to do anything for her so now it sits piled high in a sloppy bun atop her head. She was about as far away from the character she portrayed as she could get.

“On in fifteen Nunz” Tully her producer says. Nuna hurries to swallow her food and takes a big gulp of water.

“And that was the Twi’Three with their latest and I’m Nuna Skii keeping you up all night.” She purrs into the mic. “I think we’re going to go to the comms and take a few calls. Whatcha wanna let the galaxy know?”

“Hi Nuna. Long time listener. I just wanted to say that I love the show but I’m getting really tired of your pandering to clones-“

Nuna mashes the end button with gusto before sighing deeply into the mic.

“Babies and Gentlemen. My lovelies. From 2100 til 0500 five nights a week this is a trooper positive show. If you don’t like it I’d suggest you find something else to listen too. Those yummy boys in white are giving the Republic their all. I don’t see a problem with a few minutes here and there dedicated to them, do you?” She asks sweetly. “It makes me happy making them happy. You know what else makes me happy? New stuff from that Mon Cal band, Ach’tu. Coming at you after this commercial break”

———-

“Maker, I love when she does that.” Ryk groans quietly. “She could put me in my place any day.”

Rule nods, “she could read me the repair manual to my deece and I would die a happy man.”

Thire snorts, “What about you Hound. Got something to say?”

“Yeah man” Ryk lifts his head from where he was resting it against the back of his chair. “What does she look like.”

Hound offers a sly grin, “like a million credits.”

“Long legs? Big tits? You're killing us man” Rule says raising a brow, “unless you don’t really know.”

Hound laughs, “I know vod, but I’m not telling.” His brothers roll their eyes.

“For all my blaster babes and bucket bunnies happily messing with republic property. I salute you.” Nuna’s voice grabs the gathered troopers attention. Thire snorts softly, pretending as if he wasn’t listening. “Along those lines I want to send a special thanks to my new favorite Hound dog out there patrolling the sky lanes of Coruscant. Keep being a good boy and next time we meet I’ll give you a scratch behind the ears.”

The room falls silent except for the low snore of a sleeping massiff. All eyes fall on Hound. His smile says I told you so.

A good boy. Yeah, he could be very happy with that.

#clone sargent hound #tcw #sargent hound/oc #am i the official author of the coruscant guard #coruscant guard

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ollyarchive · 3 years

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Olly Alexander on success, sanity and It's a Sin: 'All those hot guys. I loved it!'

Simon Hattenstone

The Years & Years frontman is starring in Russell T Davies’ new drama about the Aids crisis. He talks about bulimia, his ‘dark’ clubbing days – and how he learned to enjoy filming sex scenes

Mon 11 Jan 2021 06.00 GMT

Olly Alexander was so certain he was destined for success that he saw a therapist to help him prepare for his future fame. It was 2014 and his band Years & Years had just signed to Polydor when he visited the shrink.

“I said: ‘The album’s coming out and I really want it to be successful,’ and he said: ‘What happens if it isn’t?’ I said: ‘Well, that’s not an option because I have planned it in my diary since I was a teenager.’”

That diary was less about chronicling the present than a series of promises he made to himself. “I planned my life till I was 25. I would be a famous musician ’cos musicians were the coolest people in the world. The biggest thing in the list was buying my mum a house, and I did that. That was the coolest thing to be able to do with my money.” He smiles. “That was the coolest thing ever.”

Now Alexander might well benefit from another visit to the shrink because he’s about to become a lot more famous. He stars in It’s a Sin, the brilliant new TV drama by Russell T Davies, about a group of young gay men living and dying through the Aids epidemic in the 1980s. The five-part series is funny, vibrant, sexy and heartbreaking.

This is by no means the first time Alexander has acted – he has appeared in the TV series Skins, films such as Bright Star (about Keats), Gulliver’s Travels and Great Expectations, and on stage in the West End alongside Judi Dench and Ben Whishaw in Peter and Alice; a pretty impressive CV. But with It’s a Sin, he knows he has struck gold. “Some actors would wait their entire careers and not get such a good role,” Alexander says, and he’s right. Davies has made a habit of creating groundbreaking TV series (Queer As Folk, Bob and Rose, Torchwood), and this is his best yet.

Alexander’s character, Ritchie Tozer, is an aspiring actor/singer who has just moved to London from the Isle of Wight in search of fame, fortune and a good shagging. He embraces his new freedoms with promiscuous abandon, while also struggling with his sexuality. Ritchie is equally cocky and vulnerable, lovable and insufferable.

Although It’s a Sin takes place in a time before Alexander was born, he says there are so many ways he relates to Ritchie’s life. There is one crucial difference – whereas Ritchie is secretive, Alexander is an open book. If there’s anything to tell you, he’ll tell you, even if he is embarrassed a second later about his indiscretions. It’s an endearing quality, and one that makes him great company.

We meet in his agent’s east London office in December, when Tier 4 restrictions are yet to kick in. Alexander is a boyish 30 – half punk, half catwalk model, with orange hair, earrings, multiple rings, stylish khaki trousers and a handful of inky tattoos. He is garrulous and giggly with a huge toothy grin.

Like Ritchie, Alexander was a stranger to city life when he came to London. He was born in North Yorkshire, went to primary school in Blackpool and Gloucestershire, and a comprehensive in Monmouth, south Wales. He was a natural performer who wrote his first song at the age of 10. “I performed it in my year six assembly.” Can he remember it? He squirms. “Yeah!” Let’s hear it then? “No!” Oh go on! “OK, OK. ‘The leaves are falling outside my window. I’m lay here all alone,” he sings quietly, in that delicate falsetto. He giggles, blushes and continues. “And now I’m a knowin’, the way it’s goin’, we won’t last for ever, for ever my love.’”

Wow, those lyrics are pretty sophisticated – and melancholy. He giggles again. “Oh thanks. It’s about unrequited love. Doomed love. I was getting in early on my themes. I had a bit of help from my dad.” He wrote it after experiencing his first pangs – for a boy in his class.

At secondary school Alexander was a victim of homophobic bullying. He responded with elan. “I would still come to non-uniform day in eyeliner.” Did he fight back? “Sometimes I would scream. I was not a good fighter. We did rugby a lot at my school – a Welsh school. The one time I scored a try, on the way back to the changing room the two popular boys from the year put their arms around me and said: ‘Well done, Olly,” and I was like: ‘I can’t believe it, this is it!’” He pauses long enough for me to get a glowing feeling. “Then they tripped me up and pushed my face into the mud. That was hard to live down.” After that he never went to another games lesson.

When he was 13, his parents separated, and from then he was brought up by his mother, events organiser Vicki Thornton (his real surname – Alexander is his middle name). His father had been a talented but disappointed singer-songwriter who made a living marketing theme parks. Although he gave young Olly a lifelong passion for adventure rides, there were tensions between the two of them. After his parents split up, he broke off contact with his father. When Alexander became successful, his father tried to rekindle their relationship via Twitter. Alexander wasn’t impressed.

With the sod-you eyeliner and supreme belief that he would make it, he sounds incredibly robust. So what else was in that teenage diary? “Pppprrrr.” He blows his lips as if feeling a sudden chill. “It’s a bit dark. I used to write that I really wanted to be skinny.” He exhales deeply. “My mantra was always: I’m not going to eat this again, I’m not going to eat cake again. I’m never going to eat pasta.” He was barely into his teens when he became bulimic and started to list the things he wouldn’t eat. Actually, he says it was worse than that. “I was writing down: don’t eat, don’t eat, don’t eat. Did he have a weight problem? “I was a little chubby at primary school, but no.” What does he think it came from? “It was something I could control. I felt very out of control in the rest of my life. I was struggling with my sexuality, my parents were divorcing, and I wanted to punish myself.”

I want to give him a hug, but I’m not sure he would appreciate it, particularly in the pandemic. Why did he want to punish himself? “It was self-loathing. I didn’t want to be gay. I was convinced I was the reason my parents were splitting up.” He never considered that their divorce may have had nothing to do with him.

He started to cut himself, too. Has he still got the scars? He points to his upper arms and thighs, “because people can’t see there. I was deeply ashamed of doing it. I wanted to hide it.” Are there many scars? “No. A friend saw a plaster on my arm and jokingly asked if I’d been cutting myself. After that, I was so embarrassed that I mostly stopped doing it. Bulimia carried on well into my 2os, but it became less and less frequent. It’s really hard to hold down any kind of job if you’re throwing up food all the time, and ultimately you have to choose.” It becomes a full-time occupation? “Yes, it’s all you think about. And you’re doing so much damage to your organs. I got taken into hospital once with my mum because I had this irregular heartbeat, which can happen through constant purging, and that really scared me. I thought I’d done something irreparable to my body, and my mum was so distraught. She couldn’t understand why her son was throwing up all the food she was trying to give him. She found out because I hadn’t cleaned the toilet properly.”

After studying performing arts at Hereford College of Arts, he moved to London and was liberated. He had a heady time of it – more drugs, clubbing and sex than even he had hoped for, while also getting regular work as an actor. But there was a downside. He saw friends struggle, sacrifice themselves to excess, fall by the wayside. “Everything was about going out and connecting with people at the clubs. I had a great time, but it was also a dark time. A lot of people took too many drugs. A few friends attempted to take their lives and one succeeded. That was devastating. You can see how easy it is for a party lifestyle to turn into something negative.”

Alexander has a strong survival instinct. There was his destiny to fulfil, the house to buy for his mother. He still struggled with his mental health, so he cut down on the destructive stuff. Today, he says, his main drug of choice is the antidepressant sertraline. “I was worried about longterm use, and the doctor said: ‘Well, the latest research shows it can promote neurogenesis, and I was like that’s the coolest thing ever.” Neurogenesis is the process by which new neurons are formed in the brain. “She was basically saying antidepressants are giving you superpowers, and I was like: ‘Amazing, I’ll keep taking them for ever.’” He starts giggling, and he can’t stop. “Neurogenesis – ooh, I love that. I’m going to be neuro-supercharged.”

Years & Years formed in 2010. Founder member and synth/bass/keyboard player Mikey Goldsworthy heard Alexander singing in the shower and asked if he wanted to become lead singer. When Alexander joined, Years & Years were a five-piece band, before shrinking to an electropop trio (Alexander, Goldsworthy and fellow guitarist and keyboard guru Emre Türkmen). Alexander, the main songwriter, has an ear for great sweeping choruses (think Sam Smith meets Pet Shop Boys with a dash of New Order). Their first album, Communion, went to No 1 in the UK, while the song King topped the singles chart and its follow-up, Shine, reached No 2. Many of their songs are about yearning and doomed love – particularly on their second album, Palo Santo – just like the first one he wrote aged 10.

Alexander also became known as an LGBTQ campaigner. He made a documentary, Growing Up Gay, for the BBC in which he talked to his mother in a tear-filled exchange about coming out; he also interviewed people about struggles with their sexuality, the pressure to be promiscuous and take drugs, and addressed schoolchildren about homophobia and mental health problems. Does he think of himself as an activist? He shakes his head. “It does a disservice to actual activists. There’s a tendency to use that word for anyone in the public eye speaking up about any issue. Going into schools and talking about mental health isn’t activism. I like doing that. If I can be helpful, I want to help.”

The week before we meet he was named celebrity of the year at the British LGBT awards. He doesn’t know why – he says he didn’t do anything in 2020. “Maybe they heard about my upcoming role and got in there early!”

He says he has learned so much from making It’s a Sin – not least about acting, and how tough it can be. “Doing an acting job where you have to turn up every day is really challenging. I was so used to my musician lifestyle, which is usually: get up late, get in a car, get driven to an airport, get on a plane, fall asleep, arrive somewhere, get driven to the venue, roll out of the car and do the show. It was too much like hard work every day. I thought I’d got past this!”

We see a lot of Alexander in It’s a Sin – in every sense. He gets more than his share of sex scenes, and says it was fascinating being taught how to do them properly. So he enjoyed them? “All those hot guys. That aspect I loved! And going into it I thought, I’m going to have so much fun doing this, I’m a confident-ish guy, love having sex, it will be great.” That’s so refreshing, I say, to hear actors admit they enjoy sex scenes.

Ah, well, he says, it wasn’t quite that simple – he initially became self-conscious. “I broke down into hysterical tears, like ‘don’t fucking touch me’. I found it really hard.” Then the intimacy coordinators got to work on him. “They were a life-changing experience. Intimacy coordinators are there for safety ’cos there’s a lot of shit that can go wrong between what a director wants and what an actor wants, and boundaries being crossed. They’re there to rehearse everything beforehand with the director and the performers. You talk about animals you might imitate, the sounds you make.” He pays tribute to intimacy coordinator extraordinaire Ita O’Brien, who introduced the Intimacy on Set guidelines in 2017 and worked on Normal People as well as It’s a Sin. “Anything with sex in it, she’ll be involved. She’ll be on all fours at one point, saying: ‘Now I’m going to be like a cow and moo in ecstasy.’ She’s amazing, amazing, amazing.” And yes, he did start to enjoy the scenes.

Did he find them arousing? Now it’s my turn to blush and I apologise for the question. Did he start to enjoy it too much? “No, that’s what I want to know. What if someone gets a hard-on – how embarrassing would that be? Ita said: ‘It’s natural and normal for certain body parts to get excited and if you get an erection that’s absolutely fine, but it’s not appropriate for the workplace.’” He adds a caveat: “Depending on what kind of job you’re doing. And she said: ‘If that happens, you just take a time out. So you’re all there thinking, OK, how embarrassing – because you say time out and everybody knows it’s because you’ve got a hard-on. Hahahhaa!” Did he have to take a time out? “No!” Did anyone? “Not to my knowledge.”

Who did he have most fun with? “I’d say best kiss was the guy who plays Ash [newcomer Nathaniel Curtis]. Great kisser.” And the best shag? “Sexual simulation,” he corrects me. “Best sexual simulation was Roscoe [Omari Douglas, another relative newcomer].” Has he told them? “It’s all coming out in this article, Simon.” And I can sense him calibrating what he has just said. “It’s going to ruin my standing!” But a second later he changes his mind. “No, that’s a compliment right? I compliment them both. Hahahaha!” And he laughs giddily.

I ask about the future. You sense he’s not sure where to go from here, acting-wise – that it can’t get any better than It’s a Sin. Fortunately, he owes the band an album’s worth of songs. He had them done and dusted before the pandemic. “But all that time in my flat going insane made me realise I didn’t like any of the music, it didn’t feel relevant. I just wanted to start again, which is what I did. Now it’s almost ready – again.”

It will be only their third album in seven years. “I know,” he says. “It’s embarrassing. Ariana Grande has had about five out in the time we’ve done one.” In the meantime, he says, Türkmen has had one baby, with another on the way.

What about his own love life? “It’s pretty dire.” Sex? “I’m hopeful to have more sex … it’s very difficult in the age of Covid if you’re single. I actually tried to lock someone down who would be my ‘friends with benefits’ sex buddy, because I saw that Holland were advising people to do that. In the first lockdown I said: ‘Look, we can just have sex with each other. I trust you, you trust me, we’re not together, but this is an arrangement. I’ve not had sex in six months, what do you think?’ But he said no. I was quite upset. So yeah, not a lot of sex in 2020.” For a split-second, the puckish Alexander looks forlorn. Then he grins his toothiest grin yet. “But I’m hopeful that it will pick up in the new year!”

It’s a Sin is on Channel 4 on 22 January at 9pm

#olly alexander #years & years #years and years #yearsandyears #articles #guardian #interviews #itsasin #boys #acting #television

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thegc4life · 4 years

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Do you any other Hawks fic ideas you'd like to write? Or is Hawks-sensei all you've got on your mind right now?

Wyv. You know not what you ask. I have to put them in categories, Wyv. Categories.

Kid!Hawks:

-Kid!Hawks growing up with the LOV (both as a permanent thing and various ridiculous drabbles) This involves Unwilling Big Brother Shigaraki, scarily willing Big SisterToga who knows all the coolest knife tricks, Best Uncle Twice who sometimes on his real good days doubles as temporary Dad, the Dad who teaches you how to hot wire cars and laugh people’s money straight out of their wallets Compress, mother-henning can-not-leave-you-alone-for-one-god-damn-minute Spinner, True Mom Kurogiri, Big Sis Mag who seems to be the only actual one that realizes that children need to sleep at some point for the love of god, extremely confused but horrifically soft Dabi who may or may not eventually turn his whole life around because of this feathered idiot that needs someone to make sure he lives a happy life whether it be a permanent shrinking or not. Oh, and Machia. The best Mountain Monster Dog brother (?) a boy could ask for.

-Kid!Hawks with UA (staff edition) also both in temporary and permanent circumstances. Temporary is already in progress. Permanent? Oh boy, permanent world. They raise him within UA so as to keep him from the Commission. Hawks often sits in on their classes with coloring books, picture books, or just to sit there and watch them. He is very smart. He picks up on things, but mostly he just likes being around all the staff. He picks a new person to sleep with every week because some of them have really shitty sleep schedules and even as a kid he knows they would feel bad keeping him up, thus forcing them to go to bed through good-person guilt so he tragets the sleepiest looking people for the week (hint: Aizawa gets picked a lot, and even if he’s not sleep deprived Hawks would pick him because he adores his grumpy cat Dad). Thirteen does crafts with him all the time. She watches every kid show and gets really into it with him. Hawks and Mic make the meals and they sing the entire time. They sing together throughout the day. Hawks will chirp out a line of notes and out of nowhere Hizashi will burst in to sing the lyrics. Midnight reads him bedtime stories cause her voices are the best. She does his nails and lets him do hers. He practices on the UA students to surprise her with new designs (the students fall over their own feet to offer to be his test subject). Snipe does little challenges with him. Things that, while technically helping him get used to controlling his quirk, are more fun than anything else because Hawks enjoys using his feathers in games. Hawks dresses up like a cowboy for an entire month, quoting old western movies and driving everyone but a very proud Snipe up the wall. Hound Dog and Hawks go on walks together ALL THE TIME. They explore the woods around UA and Hound Dog tells Cementoss to change up the geography every once in a while so they have something new to explore. He teaches Hawks how to go camping and Hawks fricken adores him and is always on his shoulders just kicking his feet or napping in Hound Dogs hair. Ectoplasm is Hawks favorite person to play any kind of tag based game because the others are too easy to catch with his feathers. But with Ectoplasm and all his clones? hawks goes nuts. Ectoplasm cried once when Hawks asked Aizawa for peg legs for Halloween and when someone asks him if he wants to be a pirate he says no because he wants to be a super cool hero like Ecto for Halloween. No one will be as cool as him. Hawks fricken loves Vlad. Like, adores him. Whenever Vlad is in the room Hawks will just go hang off his shoulders, or tuck under his arms with a book to read, or just lean against him. He has a little stuffed bull dog that has Vlad’s exact resting bitch face and carries it with him every time he leaves the dorm because he feels safer with it. He goes to Vlad when he’s injured because Vlad just takes care of it, gives him a hug, and doesn’t tell him to be more careful. Just asks if Hawks learned something and moves on. Hawks and Nezu are penpals. They see eachother every single day, but they are penpals. Hawks grows up with the most beautiful calligraphy handwriting because he keeps trying to out-do Nezu’s. He absolutely tattles on every single teacher in these letters, giving Nezu years worth of blackmail. Hawks thinks Nezu is a stuffed animal until he is fourteen because Nezu never fesses up. He just thinks the staff is even cooler for letting a stuffed animal run the place. He only ever cries around Nezu.

-Kid!Hawks UA(Student edition): So many. There’s lines I’ve written where they’re still in school when Hawks is kidified. When they’re already pros. In Canon, in Hawks-sensei, I even a small blurb sentence of Deku running a preschool that Hawks gets put into in an AU with quirks still. I can’t even... there’s too many students, cause I’d do all 1-A and 1-B. My favorite one to randomly wake up in a panick and write about though is the one where it’s Hawks-sensei verse based and Kid!Hawks gets taken in by the Monoma family. Rui and Eiko are older and Monoma is a pro-hero by then. The pure amount of fluff, sass, and Hawks spoiling that will happen. Big Brother Rui and Bigger Sister Eiko. I think about this one a lot.

-I’m currently (slowly but progressing) writing a gift for @saltwater-sweets where Kid!Hawks is taken in by the Uraraka family. Like, he’s not even shrunk in this one. Uraraka’s newlywed parents were involved in the accident he first saved people in and they found him before the Commission. They realized his homelife situation and opened their home to him and now he is Uraraka’s big brother and that one line I threw out there? About him being a global superpower in household moving? Teaming up with Uraraka for that? Yeah.

-Kid!League of Villains and adult Hawks. Yeah, you heard me. They all get shrunk instead of him. And he can’t just... turn them in. They’re kids. They haven’t done any of the crimes their older counterparts have. And if it’s a permanent thing? They stay kids? Then he has a chance to really, truly save them. To give them the happy lives stolen from them. The Commission doesn’t like that. So Hawks takes them and runs. Dabi can be an adult too, I guess, if that’s the ship or something, but I just really wanna write Kid!LOV and Dad!Hawks.

-Kid!Aizawa. Dad!Hawks. Same concept. Beautiful dream. Need I say more.

-Kid!Hawks, Best Jeanist

-Kid!Hawks Gang Orca

-Kid!Hawks RUMI!!

Vigilante Hawks:

- Raven was born and I dived down that rabbit hole so fast I went back in time. Raven. But from a way earlier age. Those guys mugging Hawks when he was fifteen? The spark. Hawks stayed on the streets, he never went back, and he learned some things. He got some freedom, learned some shit, and realized that hero society was pretty fucked up. Shigaraki starts the LOV up and realizes there’s this whole underground community he was never aware of that Hawks has been building for years. It’s great.

-Hawks was never found by the Commission so he was never ‘Hawks’. His Dad raised him as a criminal but Hawks, with his little heart of gold, took every chance he could to make something good out of the bad deeds. Then he got old enough and he took full control. You ever seen the Levi OVA’s of Attack on Titan? Where he’s walking down the stairs and you realize every single person there is part of a huge ass gang of awesome with Levi at the head? That. THAT.

-Hawks loses his shit in Canon and goes completely AWOL. full Feral. He sees the problems, and he is prepared to do whatever it takes get rid of them. Whatever it takes.

AU Hawks

-Horribly injured, recently retired at the ripe old age of 23, and looking for something to save him from depression. Hawks meets Todoroki Fuyumi who gets him a job at her school. This one makes my brain happy.

-Takami Keigo and Todoroki Natsuo meet in college, graduate together, join the same hospital, and open one as partners as soon as they can. Ship or no ship, they go through their entire lives together. (I just... I really like the Todoroki sibs, okay?)

-Takami Keigo was born a lot earlier. So much, earlier, in fact that he is classmates with this overly optimistic ball of light named Yagi Toshinori and the grumpy ball of flame Todoroki Enji. Big Three anyone? Also, everyone needs a dumb smart birb to keep them sane. Hawks loves his friends, and he’ll kick anyone’s ass that tries to hurt them be it physically, mentally, or emotionally. Also, he meets Nana.

-I LOVE THE IMAGINARY KAMAKIRI FAMILY DYNAMIC OKAY?! literally anything with Hawks involved in their lives, okay?! I did not expect to spiral so hard when I made up Hideo and his relationship with Kamakiri but my god did I spiral! I just really love them!

-I’m a sucker for the classics. Tattoo/flower. Coffee shop. College. Roommates. Love.

- (she made me write this) a story surrounding the amazing love story of my sister and Iida Tenya with Aizawa crashes the wedding even though he was invited and Mirio is her maid of honor, with Eri as the ring bearer, and All Might is the flower girl. Twice is the officiator. Uraraka releases a flock of fake pigeons (not real ones cause they don’t deserve that). Oh, and everyone else is there too, I guess. Except for Mineta. Cause he’s in jail.

Right now, at this very moment, I can not for the life of me think of any others but I KNOW there’s at least seven more that I just can’t remember because my brain is work dead. Wyv. @wyvernspirit do you see what you’ve opened here? Close the box! Close it before it’s too late! There is always more! I am never without MORE ideas!

#adorable bean response #pandoras box #i only vaguely spell checked

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moshintheteagaiwan · 3 years

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The Copper Days

Have you ever met a person or possibly even have a friend who really loves their job? Like loves it to the point that in your head, you just wanna tell them to shut up out of sheer jealousy? Have you yourself ever loved a job so much that it was actually kind of upsetting when your shift was over? Well I know exactly what it’s like to love a job that much, and to be that guy everyone is annoyed with because I love my job so much. And no it’s not my currently job (that one I actually just barely tolerate).

I had a chance encounter with a manager at a Teavana location in Burlington while out shopping one day. After about 20 minutes of tea talk the manager basically hired me on the spot because of the amount of tea knowledge I had. Now the ironic part is that I had applied to work for Teavana numerous times and never got a call back. I had an interview the following Monday, which honestly wasn’t so much an interviews as it was just a formality and to confirm that I did indeed carry my own tea around with me in a small tin in my pocket.

That chance encounter with the right person was the beginning of the best job I ever had. Working at Teavana was a dream. All day everyday my job was basically, sell tea, drink tea, talk tea, stock tea, brew tea. Just everything tea! I got the chance to peak at all the new teawares and tea flavors that were coming. Christmas was the absolute best! The smell of hot White Chocolate Peppermint tea in the air. Searching through box after box of new Christmas themed teawares. It was a magical time.

But besides that I got the chance to work with some of the funnest and coolest people you can imagine. Some of whom I’m still super close buds with. It was truly like having a second family. We would work the day together, then go out for a few games of pool after work. Some of us went to concerts together. We have big team dinners before store set ups, after hours. And an amazing manager. Like how many people can honestly that they not only liked their manager, but also wanted to hang out with them too? She really took me under her wing and let me grow into the more responsible person I became. So grateful!

I even met my amazing wife there. When I first met her she was just a cute customers looking for fun tea latte flavors. Every so often she would come in for a latte and talk tea with me amongst other things. Eventually she was hired on top work for the store and I was given the duty of training her. Fast forward about a year and we finally got together. Fast forward 5+ years and we are now married.

This job was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Unfortunately all this was taken from us in 2017 when Starbucks decided to shut down all Teavana stores. It was a sad time watching the store we kept alive slowly empty and become as shell of it’s once glorious self. To this day most of us still talk and almost always end up talk about how much we loved that place and getting to see each other everyday. These were definitely the golden day I think we will all cherish forever.

#tea #teavana

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7demonhoes · 4 years

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The demon boys during a night out drinking with you

This turned out a little longer than expected, whoops. Hope you like it!!

Warnings: alcohol mention, swearing

Gender neutral MC

Mammon:

Ya’ll know the avatar of greed doesn’t know when to stop when he’s having a good time

So when the two of you decide to go bar hopping, he goes a bit crazy with his liquor

He’s taking shots of rum and tequila like the Four Horsemen are going to ride through the Devildom the next morning

Even with that devilish tolerance of his, he feels those shots eventually and is staggering by the time you two decide to go home

"MC hold my hand" "MC carry me"

If you hold his hand, he swings your arms back and forth like a giddy little kid

He loses that tsundere personality when drunk, instead using every excuse to touch you-- an arm around your shoulder, curling a finger around your hair, teasingly poking you in the side

"MC I have a secret but I can't tell you what it is shhhh" *mushes his finger against your lips*

While you walk home, if some demon even tries to LOOK your way he's shrugging himself off you to go fight the poor bastard

"You lookin' at MY human? I got dibs on that one, ya hear?"

If you don't snuggle with him for at least half an hour once you get back home he'll be pouty for the rest of the week.

Satan:

One day you wake up with the best idea: sneak drinks into an escape room and try to get out together while absolutely plastered

*Cue detective Satan*

"MC I've connected the dots. I know who locked us in here."

"Satan that's not the point of this at all."

"It was the man who was pretending to be helpful by showing us around the building. He locked us in here."

"Satan that's literally his job"

Once he finally remembers what you're actually doing there, he solves the riddle in minutes.

You spend the rest of the night wandering the shops of the Devildom, occasionally wandering into a restaurant or bar to get some more drinks.

Satan gets the drinks with the coolest names or the beers with the most aesthetically pleasing bottles/cans

You guys decide to head back a little early but once you pass a park on the way home Satan dashes into the trees

"What the FUCK are you doing??"

"MC shush I heard meowing!"

Aaaannnd now you two are hiding a cat in the HoL. Satan is glad to raise a child with you.

Asmodeus:

Bitch you're going CLUBBIN

You guys coordinated your outfits and are looking fine af

Asmo is all about class: Martinis, cosmos, pretty much anything in a fancy looking glass

Drinks just as much as Mammon but mostly because you two are dancing so hard he barely feels it

"Honey you're looking fine but that outfit would look much better around your ankles"

When the two of you have to pee, you become best friends with every other drunk person in the bathroom

Compliments and flirts with everyone he sees

His dancing is very…. Sensual. Yumm

Once you guys decide to walk your sore feet home, he has his arms wrapped around your waist the entire time

"Oooh we have to do this again! I had the greatest time with you!"

If you're feeling like having some fun with him, you know that the night is far from over

All of the other brothers are jealous the next morning because you and Asmo are giggling at your new inside jokes during breakfast

Beel:

The bars you want to go to have snacks? He's in.

He's just happy to spend time with you

He drinks for the taste-- he likes beer, especially stouts

It's a pretty chill night, honestly-- the two of you sit and talk in dimly lit, quiet bars

You hit one last bar, thinking that it'll be a short stop but you end up staying there until close because of the wonderful conversations you're having

You stand up to leave and the world swivels around you. Holy crap did you actually drink that much???

Beel's obviously feeling it too, but he's more focused on keeping you from stumbling than his own lack of sobriety

He ends up getting too worried that you'll fall so he just sweeps you off your feet and decides to carry you bridal style

His chest is a very nice pillow cuz, you know, tiddies

He's super affectionate while drunk. He nuzzles his cheek on the top of your head while carrying you, humming quietly as he does

"You can go to sleep MC, I don't mind, even if you do snore"

Once you get back home, he carries you up to your room and gets you ready for bed-- he even goes so far to do your skincare routine for you.

He decides to lie down with you (just for a bit!) but accidentally falls asleep with you curled in his arms. He greets you the next morning with a huge, warm smile

Levi:

By some miracle, you convinced him to leave the house

He complains a bit about not being surrounded by his 2-D friends until you find an arcade that also serves drinks

The two of you compete in Every. Game. Loser has to drink.

You're sloshed pretty quickly. You think you could beat a nerd who's constantly playing games in his room? Sucker.

Levi likes fruity drinks. He's not ashamed of it, but he never really drinks in front of his brothers because they tease him for it

"You're different, though. I mean, whatever! It's not like I care what you think! I mean don't get me wrong, I like you a lot but-- GAH!"

When he's drunk he's actually hilarious. Everything he keeps to himself is just blurted out of his mouth and damn that boy is funny

"Business idea: Fuckin…. Light Up Heelies. If I wore those babies to RAD I'd be drowning in bitches"

On your way back home, he decides to tell you all of his secrets. Nothing is embarrassing when you're drunk. He will later regret this.

"MC you could punch me in the face and I think I'd say thank you. No really. Just punch me. I've been thinking about asking you for weeks"

The two of you stay up late watching stupid vines/tik toks and laughing so hard that you wake everyone else up

Belphie:

It's really hard to get him drunk because after a few drinks he gets even sleepier

You jokingly suggested that you just hook him up to an IV filled with vodka and he said yes. You think it's a horrible idea but now he wants to try it

You compromise by taking five shots back to back

You realize that was a mistake pretty quickly but Belphie feels awake enough to go out

You guys go to lively clubs and bars, but Belphie's version of dancing his bobbing his head while sitting down

Trying to keep up with demons is hard. How are you this drunk. Belphie's barely even tipsy and he's had more drinks than you

Homeboy likes to order the grossest kinds of alcohol on the menu "What? It's cheap"

"MC want to see something fucked up" *does it without waiting for your answer*

He tries to convince you to give him a piggyback ride on the way home

The kind of drunk that calls you names the entire night like "loser" "crackhead" "my dumb human"

Tries to run into ongoing traffic like seven times

Tells you he wants to play games and chat when you get back home but he just passes out against your doorway

Lucifer:

This man is all about dimly lit, classy establishments that serve overpriced cocktails with cool names and ingredients

Definitely a whisky/bourbon/wine guy

There's a piano at the lounge. You tell him to go play it, and he flat out refuses

*Four drinks later* "And here's a song I wrote for you during the lonely hours of the night"

He slowly becomes more and more affectionate-- placing his hand on top of yours, touching the small of your back whenever you walk anywhere together, resting his palm against your thigh

Compliments your outfit all the time

He slowly lets his guard down and he starts fondly talking about all of his brothers and tells you his favorite stories

You thought Mammon was an attention-seeking drunk? He's nothing compared to the touch starved, caffeine deprived Lucifer

"MC let's slow dance" "MC I'm so happy you're here" "MC I wish you could stay with us forever"

He keeps you close on the way home, his arm around your waist. He occasionally digs your face into the crook of your neck and his hot breath triggers goosebumps to tingle along your flesh

"Sometimes I dream about you, me, and Diavolo traveling to some distant country and living together without ever thinking of the world's problems"

Cooks for you when you get back and uses every excuse to stay up just a little bit longer with you

#Satan's and Levi's are my favorites #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date

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thebraingremlinsaremad · 3 years

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Daily Blog #6: August 13, 2021

Okay, okay, I know it's a couples days later, but I can assure you that I did not forget; I purposefully, and kinda without a better option, didn't post on Friday, and you'll see why.

So the day started off pretty regularly: I got up, ate breakfast, got a shower, and then sat around playing games and watching YouTube for a bit.

That was until my friend showed up at my house...

He called me and said to come outside, so I did.

It wasn't long until I got into his car, and we started driving.

I definitely should have been more anxious or nervous heading out, but for some reason, I just sat there with my head absentmindedly poking out the window, not really thinking about it.

I really wish I had grasped the situation a little better.

We got down there after an hour and a half of driving and we parked a bit away because there were so many people there, so many people there, in fact, that we just got some food until it calmed down again.

It was gonna be a great fucking concert.

Hella Mega Tour 2021, originally supposed to be Hella Mega Tour 2020, but postponed for obvious reasons.

We shopped for a tiny bit beforehand, not buying anything, and then headed over to the stadium 45 minutes before the concert was set to start. We were let in about 10 minutes later, and we filled our contraband water bottles that we managed to hide on the way in.

We sat there for a bit, me just listening to music on my Redmi Buds 3 pro.

I love these things.

Pretty soon the music started, and it was The Interrupters; everyone was feeling pretty lazy for this bit.

It's not like they were bad or anything, they were actually pretty good, but I guess everyone was just getting situated and didn't wanna bother using up all of their energy lol.

So The Interrupters' set is up, and they tear down the stage and reset it. Before too terribly long, Weezer starts up, and there's a lot bigger reaction from the crowd than there was before: people knew the songs, like Africa, Buddy Holly, Beverly Hills, and Feels Like Summer to name a few.

I was getting into it a bit, I knew a good few of the songs, I was moving along, I sang a bit, took some video.

What's cool is that I could feel myself moving along the scale, like going from no excitement while no one was playing, then tapping my foot and grooving to The Interrupters.

When Weezer first came on, I was just sitting there like, "alright, this is good shit." Towards the end, I was quietly singing Buddy Holly, their last song for the night.

I say quietly because there was a lot more loudness to come.

I should add that, up until this point, the music had been kinda unbearably loud, the highs really piercing and hitting hard.

Additionally, up until this point, I had been trying my best to document the concert with videos and audio recordings; it wasn't so much about enjoying the concert, for I've always been taught just to record stuff and not worry about the concert.

I don't think I've ever really enjoyed any of the concerts I've ever been to; I was there, but I wasn't. I didn't really know too many of the songs, and I had only listened to the artists in passing, not to mention the fact that my mother had been at every other concert I've been to, which is stifling in itself. I really can't enjoy anything when she's around.

But here we were; it was starting to get dark, and Fall out Boy was coming onstage. The crowd was getting into it with Weezer, and it was time for Fall Out Boy. The energy here had far exceeded both Weezer and The Interrupters, and this went for me as well.

I was sitting there, singing along and still occasionally recording, but I didn't have my phone out too much. I started to dance in my seat with every song, for I knew almost every one: Sugar, We're Going Down, Centuries, My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark, Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy, The Last of the Real Ones, Save Rock And Roll, and Dance, Dance being a few.

Throughout this set, everyone was singing along, but the real fun had yet to begin; the scent of smoke from the flames and fireworks finding its way through the crowd, the music now strong instead of piercing, a sense of unity between everyone in this packed stadium, between people of all walks of life: men, women, children, transgender, cisgender, non-binary, gay, straight, lesbian, ace, black, white, Asian, Mexican, young, old, middle-aged, and everything in between and outside... It didn't matter who you were or where you came from; you were at a fucking party, and everyone was gonna fuck it up once the main act came on stage.

Meanwhile, everyone was more than happy to celebrate with Fall Out Boy and some of their greatest and most memorable tracks.

Part way through Fall Out Boy's set, I decided to get off of my ass and join the growing number of audience members who were really getting into the groove and feeling the music.

It was so close to becoming an explosion of energy once Fall Out Boy was about to leave the stage.

After they left, the set was torn down once again and set up for Green Day.

Their was a low mix of music playing through the speakers all the while things were being set up. Once the stage was set, the music continued for a bit, but was then cut and replaced with a voice and lyrics that everyone knew immediately.

"Is this the real life. Is this just fantasy."

The crowd sings along to every word.

"Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality."

Freddie's voice poured out into the crowd, and the crowd sang them right back.

"Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see"

The song continued, and the whole crowd sang to the very end.

This really goes to show how impactful some people and groups can be on our lives... Although no one at the show was connected to Queen or Freddie Mercury, everyone who came to see these 4 bands still knew this great group.

Once the song was over, a mix of some of the most famous rock anthems began to play:

"We will, we will rock you"

"I love rock and roll"

"Hey, Ho, let's go"

A glorious piece all lead up to the 4 running onstage, Billie Joe Armstrong, Jason White, Mike Dirnt, and Tre Cool, joined now by 2 new members, Jason Freese and Kevin Preston.

All at once, it was an explosion of strong and passionate guitar jamming, soon followed by the drums and vocals of American Idiot. All at once, the crowd was rocking along with bopping heads, stomping feet, and swaying bodies. I only had my phone out to record for a short moment before I put it away and scarcely removed it from my pants for the rest of the concert.

I couldn't help but feel cocky, as a bi/pansexual (idk which one lmao), being allowed to sing the line,

"Well maybe I'm the faggot America"

I was like, "You straight bastards better not be singing that line 🤣"

It was absolutely incredible; the crowd cheered passionately and wholeheartedly at the end of every song and solo, after every quote from the band.

The coolest part about the concert was the fact that everyone just lost themselves in the music, as well as that everyone, without hesitation, followed what Billie Joe said. He says jump? WE FUCKING JUMPED. He tells us to scream? We. Fucking. Screamed. And when he wanted us to sing, we sang. I mean, okay, we were singing the whole time xD. I'm sure we would've sang if he told us to and we weren't already doing so lmao. What he said was our law, and we were doing our jobs as the dutiful citizens of Suburbia by following those laws.

It really is hard to express the level of pure energy at this gathering, especially when it radiates from every point in the packed stadium.

I screamed so loud and hard, and sang so long and passionately, that my voice started to go. But. Guess. What.

When you're at a place like this, no matter what, you just have this insatiable urge to keep going no matter what. When my arm got tired of throwing my fist in the air, I kept fucking going and even used the other arm too.

It's such a strange feeling when you feel like you're about to give out, like your voice is gonna break, or you're gonna collapse from dehydration and exhaustion, but you find around you the strength and power to keep on going, no matter how quickly your vocal health deteriorates.

Ask my friend, I couldn't speak properly after that shit xD. He even threatened to send a video of me talking to my choral teacher, who honestly would have been mad at me lmao.

Meanwhile, Green Day is playing some of their greatest hits, old and new alike, and I knew every single fucking one of them. I sang every song, and only took a break between 2 of them to down my whole bottle of contraband water in 3 seconds flat.

At one point, the band stopped playing, and Billie spoke into the microphone.

"Get your pretty lights out. I wanna see the pretty lights."

Everyone got their phones out and turned the torches on, as per his command.

"Turn the house lights off."

The lights go off, and the stadium is lit up almost as bright as it had been before, but this time with the lights of thousands.

"Look at that."

It was honestly an incredible moment.

That brings me to another point: when you go to a concert, you're not just paying for the music, you're not just paying to see a band, you're paying for an experience.

Let me tell you, this was one hell of an experience.

If you don't leave a concert feeling fulfilled, then the performers didn't do their job of giving you the experience that you paid to be a part of. I'm so happy that these four bands, especially Green Day, were able to deliver.

I really did love every moment of that show, which is such a rarity for me. I'm really happy that my friend took my mother's place. I can't fucking enjoy everything when she's around.

Oh yes, it wouldn't be one of my daily blogs without me talking about how my mother consistently pisses me off. Don't worry, I have some happy shit left to end on.

I swear to fluff though, she always manages to ruin everything for me. When we went to see The Lion King on Broadway, she insisted on coming with. That meant that I wasn't able to relax in my seat because this disgusting woman was sitting next to me and I had to cram myself to the side of my chair away from her. It meant that I wasn't allowed to cry when Mufasa died or during Can You Feel The Love Tonight because I knew I'd get made fun of for it.

I even went to a Fall Out Boy concert before, her refusing to let me go myself, and I didn't sing a single song because she'd just tell me to let the professionals handle it.

And for fuck's sake, the time she compared me trying to fucking validate my existence as a trans person to her wanting a car... That will always fucking piss me off.

Sorry, I got sidetracked. I was talking about how she ruins everything for me.

I literally cannot be myself around her. I've always been judged and ridiculed by my parents, and still am. I can't enjoy anything when they're around because I'm too focused on trying not to get made fun of or yelled at.

That being said, that concert was absolutely fucking incredible. I was with thousands of people who felt the same way that I did, and I could fucking jam out if I wanted to.

Apart from everyone being really on top of their game, and Billie Joe basically not aging since he turned 25, the only really notable thing left to say about the performance was when they pulled a kid guitarist onstage. He played for a bit, and they ended up letting him keep the guitar lmao.

BEST PART IS:

I SAW THE KID AFTER THE CONCERT, AND I WAS LIKE,

"Omg, hey, can I get a selfie with you?"

I was trying to be really low-key and quiet cuz I didn't wanna draw too much attention to him lmao.

The security guard was like, "Yeah, sure, but hurry up."

I TOOK THE PIC REALLY QUICKLY AND THEN HEADED OUT

HERE IT IS

YES, OF COURSE I BLOCKED OUT MY FACE

But I absolutely love the vibes of this photo xD. It's blurry, the lighting is shit, and you can barely make out any details. It has a lot of character, and I would take this over a clean, clear photo any day.

Walking away, the kid's mom said, "You're like, the coolest kid ever now."

Agreed.

Then it was time to go home. Honestly, I didn't feel sad that it didn't last longer, or disappointed that I had to leave. I was actually very satisfied and fulfilled with what happened, which is honestly the way it should be.

Driving home, I stayed awake by sticking my arm out of the window and letting the cold rain hit fast like tiny needles.

I got home.

I passed out.

Although, that was technically on Saturday 🤔

ANYWAY, THIS IS MY LONG ASS BLOG FOR FRIDAY THE 13TH

I hope you enjoyed

Be good people!!!!

-Leonna

#Concert #Green Day #Fall Out Boy #Weezer #The Interrupters #Green Day Concert #Daily Blog #Blog #Trans #LGBTQ #alternative rock #Alternative #Pop Punk #Punk Rock

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suckitsurveys · 3 years

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What battery percentage is your phone on right now? It’s at 75%. Do any medical afflictions run in your family? Yeah. Who did you last talk to in person and what did you say? My husband. We said goodnight to each other last night. What’s your favourite Mexican dish? I know it’s basic but ya bitch loves a good taco. Tostadas are also yummy but they don’t travel well so I haven’t had one in a while. OH and guacamole and salsa! Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yes, several Cubs games, a few Blackhawks games, and a couple Bulls games.

How far do you live from New York City? About 800 miles west. How often do you talk to your parents? At least 4-5 times a week. What was the weather like in your town today? It’s 66 F right now. Are there any phrases or words that you say a lot? Of course.

How many boyfriends or girlfriends have you ever had? A few. They’re all irrelevant now except for my husband. Have you ever ordered a specially made cake from a cake shop? Yes. What’s the name of your first real boyfriend or girlfriend? Irrelevant. Do you clean your ears daily? Not daily. What accent do you have? Chicago/Midwest. What scent of air freshener do you keep in your bathroom? We have a coconut one right now. Have you ever dated a model? Lol. What’s the best job you’ve ever had? This one. How about the worst? Party City. Do you have naturally straight hair? It’s gotten a little wavy over the past year actually. What is your ultimate goal in life? To get my health better managed and to be the best Auntie to my nieces. Have you ever visited someone in prison? No. What months were you and your siblings born in? I was born in September and my sister was born in July. Do you write down your passwords in a physical place to prevent losing them? No. What are your three favourite vegetables? Zucchini, Asparagus, Potatoes. How many times a day do you check Facebook or any other social network? A few times. When was the last time you had a blocked nose? A couple weeks ago. Who is your favourite comedian? John Mulaney and Stella. What colour are the socks you’re wearing today? I’m not. What did you have for dinner last night? Pizza and fried zuchini. What was the last concert you went to? Vampire Weekend in October 2019 in SLC. Are you an ugly crier? Idk, probably? Are any of us cute when we cry? What scent is the soap or body wash you use in the shower? Right now we have an ocean breeze scented one. Have you ever had sex in/on a vehicle? Yes. Who do you live with? My husband and our three cats. What letter does your street name begin with? W Do you do anything to groom your eyebrows? I tweeze them. When was the last time you ate at McDonald’s? Yesterday. I was craving fries and a root beer and grabbed some. What’s your favourite Popsicle flavour? Cherry or watermelon. Who was the last person you sent a Facebook message to and what did you say? I sent Mark a meme. Do you have any injuries at the moment? Not really. Have you ever been to an ophthalmologist? I don’t think so. Do you own any animal print clothes? Yeah. Are you tall, short or average? Would you change this? I’m short and no. When was the last time you went to a drug store/pharmacy? There’s a pharmacy inside my grocery store. I was there yesterday. As for a stand-alone one, that was back in April when I got my second dose of the Covid shot. Do you ever binge-watch TV shows? Yeah. Have you ever mustered up the courage to tell someone how you feel only to be rejected? No. Do you keep your files and documents organised in one place? Eh, yes and no. What’s your favourite sweet treat to bake? Box brownies, lol. Though last Thanksgiving I made a pumpkin pie that turned out amazing. That was fun. Are you good at flirting and letting people know you’re interested? No. What did you have for breakfast today? I haven’t had breakfast. It’s almost lunch time so I’m just gunna hold out. Do you prefer sweet or savoury breakfasts? Either. I don’t often do big breakfasts, so. Do you like chick-flicks? Sure. Have you ever taken an acting class? Not really. I was in an improve group in grade school after school for a bit. And in one play in high school. When was the last time you watched one of your favourite movies? It’s been a while. How often do you use Youtube? Everyday. I watch a lot of YouTube. What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever dressed up as for Halloween? I dressed up as Nyan Cat one year and that was amazing. And my Princess Carolyn (from BoJack) costume is one of my favorites as well. And last year was LSP from Adventure time and that turned out really cool too. I made all of them from scratch. Are you ignoring anyone right now? Nah. How do you usually style your hair? It’s either down or in a bun, for the most part. Do you have any tattoos? Tell me about them. I have 9 and I don’t feel like explaining them all. Have you ever worked in a store while someone shoplifted there? Sure. When was the last time you used a stove? The other day. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to eat? Veal. Are you sitting, standing or laying (or something else) right now? I’m sitting. How many hours per week do you typically work? 40. What was the last pill or tablet you took? An Alieve the other day. How far away from your house is the closest grocery store? Less than two minutes. Have you ever lived in university/college campus housing? Nope. Who was the last person you complimented? My friend Sarah. Are you the type of person to take naps, even if you’ve slept plenty? Lol “slept plenty.” Do you have a crush on anyone at the moment? My husband. And Will Arnett. The age old question: dogs or cats? CATS. When was the last time you saw your best friend? I can see my husband right now. I saw Sarah in January of 2020, Ellen in October of 2019, and Randal sometime in March or April, I can’t remember. Have you ever been fired from a job? Why? No. Are you tired right now? Always. Do you like spring rolls? Sure. What do you live on in terms of a street, road, crescent, place, court etc? Avenue. How many purses or handbags do you own? Several. Do you get along with all your aunts and uncles? I have no living aunts or uncles. I have a couple great-aunts but they are elderly and we rarely talk. Have you ever eavesdropped and heard something you didn’t want to hear? Sure. When was the last time you used a pen, pencil or marker? A little bit ago. I have this coloring book I keep near me while I’m working and I just randomly fill in little shapes while I’m waiting for something to load. What’s your favourite type of curry? Massaman curry, which is a coconut based curry. Do you often go to do or say something and then just forget? Ugh, I hate that. Have you ever had casual sex? Uh huh. What was the last thing you paid for with cash? My nails. What’s the last letter of your middle name? A. If your phone rang right now from a number you don’t know, would you answer? Nope. How long is your hair? A little past my shoulders. What was your first pet’s name and how did you pick that? We had two blue parakeets that were my 2nd grade class pets. My teacher asked my mom to take them for the summer and then asked us if we wanted to keep them because the school didn’t allow class pets anymore. Anyway, our class voted and named them Featherbrain and Lucky. Do you drink diet or regular soda? If I am gunna drink soda, I’m drinking regular. Have you ever been to Europe? No. Do you worry about your own health? Sure. Who did you last make plans with, and what plans did you make? Randal and I were talking about going to the zoo or aquarium soon. Nothing set in stone yet. Can you smell anything right now? Not really. How old were you when you got your first cell phone? I was 15. When was the last time you bought a pair of shoes? It’s been a bit. Mark and I are planning on getting some slides soon. Do you like fruit and vegetable combo juices? Yeah. Have you ever been on a spring break trip? Sure. Would you rather be warmer or colder right now? I’m fine at the moment. How tall are your highest heels? I don’t wear heels. What’s your favourite flavour of frosting? Cream cheese. When did you wake up today? Around 7. Do you change your appearance often? No. What colour are the street signs in your town/suburb? Green. How many people do you work with? 10. What was the last thing you ate? Pizza. Do you have any plans for three hours in the future? Still be working. Has anyone ever made a comment about your weight that offended or upset you? Uh huh.

#surveys

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supraveng · 4 years

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Agent of Shield - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Well, I’m finished with the recordings, and saved the transcripts but nothing really stood out as helpful, sorry” you state as you look up at Steve. He looks up from his papers and give you a reassuring smile “Thank you, there may be something in there that is helpful, but that is what Sam’s here for” he replies as he pats Sam on the back. “Do you need a lift home? I feel bad for dragging you into work again and ruining your entire weekend.” “Don’t be silly, nothings ruined and the weather is beautiful outside. I’m glad I could help” you respond with a smile. “Are you always this cheery?” Sam questioned as you started to get up from the table. You looked at him grinning “Why wouldn’t I be? I live in the best city in the world, have a job I love, and I got to hang out with the coolest Avengers this weekend. Life is good!” “Well, you are a breath of fresh air around here, that’s for sure! It was a pleasure meeting you today and I hope I see you around again soon” Sam responded. “That would be nice, have a great day” you waved as you headed out of the conference room.

Steve squinted at Sam in confusion “are you hitting on her?” “Yes Cap, I was flirting with her. I’m surprised you picked up on it, didn’t think you knew what flirting was” Sam replied with a smirk. “Come on Sam, you can’t flirt with her” Steve grumbled. “Sam can’t flirt with who?” Tony asks as he enters the conference room with a tray of bagels. “Y/N Miller, she was just here and she is something else” Sam explains as Steve turns to grab a bagel. “I think the correct word for her is beautiful, birdbrain, and she is way out of your league. And why wasn’t I notified when she got here? I wanted to test her actual translating abilities against FRIDAY” he replied with a smirk. “Well, she left a few minutes ago, but I did enjoy watching her go” Sam said as he wiggled his eyebrows. Steve rolled his eyes “how about you review her transcripts and find us some information on Demetri Makarov or where he’s going to be on the 20th. We still have a lot of work to do.” Tony chuckled and began going through the transcripts “hopefully we can convince Fury to let her join us on the mission, you know, to help with translations.” “Come on Tony” Steve groaned “you are really willing to put that girl in harms way just so you can flirt with her?” Tony gasped faking offense “First of all, I haven’t had the chance to even begin to turn on the Stark charm. Second, she’s a SHIELD agent, not some mousy librarian, although she would look hot in some glasses and her hair pulled up.” “Tony!” “Sorry, got a little sidetracked. And third, that is no girl, that is a real woman. Fury knows what she is capable of, so I will run it by him if we feel the need to have her with us on the mission”

You made your way home and hopped in the shower. Today wasn’t as embarrassing as it could have been, but who were you kidding, they weren’t thinking of you as anything other than the translator. You were a SHIELD agent, but never assisted with missions. Languages were your specialty and it didn’t make any sense for you to be needed in the field, but you still had your regular training requirements to fulfill and tomorrow was hand to hand combat and the gun range. The gun range wasn’t a problem, your dad had you comfortable around them since you were small. Combat was a whole different ball game. You were raised to know how to defend yourself, sparing with a colleague always made you uncomfortable. You never felt right trying to harm people you trusted and respected. You preferred the punching bag, but since it didn’t punch back it was not helpful for preparing for missions. Knowing what was expected of you tomorrow, you decided to make sure your less embarrassing workout gear was clean and packed in your bag to grab in the morning on your way to work. After your shower you called your dad to check in and reassure him you were still alive and that you were heading to the shelter to see if you could find a running buddy.

Walking into the shelter, you were greeted by Melissa. You knew her by name now that you came by regularly trying to find the perfect companion. She greeted you with a huge smile and was a bit more energetic that usual. “I am so glad you came in this weekend. We have someone you need to meet, come on, he’s back her!” She said as he headed towards the kennels in the back. She stopped at the first kennel and turned to look at you “This is Tobias, he’s only around a year old and just arrived on Wednesday, is in excellent health and he LOVES to run!” You looked down at the sweet face smiling up at you and almost started crying. He was adorable with big brown eyes and seemed to be waiting for you to greet him. “Hi Tobias, aren’t you just the cutest thing. Oh my gosh, he’s beautiful!” at that he jumped up with his front paws on your hips and began sniffing every inch of you. Turning to Melissa “what do I have to do to take him home?” “I’m so glad you like him, come this way, a few papers to fill out and he can go home with you today!” she responded gleefully. “Well Toby, let’s go home buddy”

The walk home with Toby was fun, he was like a kid in a candy shop. No longer cooped up in a cage and wanting to sniff and pee on everything he could find. You made your way to the closest pet store to grab some much needed supplies before heading home. Tobias was exhausted by the time you got to your apartment, but even showing him his new bed, he followed you around the every where until you settled on the couch with your phone and a beer. You snapped a pic of your new bestie and shot a text to your dad.

Y/N: Hi Colonel! Meet your granddog, Tobias Miller!

Monday morning rolled around a lot sooner than you hoped with Toby snuggled next to you it was hard to leave your warm bed. Getting up you slowly stroked his back and called his name. “Ready for a run buddy”. His ears perked up and he stretched before jumping out of bed and heading to the door. Giggling you changed your clothes and made your way to the kitchen for coffee and a muffin before grabbing his leash and out the door. A short walk and you were at the Central Park entrance, you leaned down to Toby, scratching his ear while stretching your ham strings. “Alright buddy, show me what you got!” We both took on in a light jog and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a happy dog. He stayed right next to me, but I could tell he could probably lap a greyhound if he was given the chance. You got back to your apartment after a good 45 minutes and Toby looked even happier to be slowing down. You gave him his breakfast before heading to the shower. Twenty minutes later you were drying your hair and trying to decide what to wear to the office. You fixed your travel cup of coffee before kissing Toby goodbye and grabbing your duffle bag and out the door. Having him in your normal morning routine took more time than usual so you hailed a cab and headed to SHIELD office.

You arrived at your desk to see Maria Hill sitting behind your computer, twiddling her thumbs and snooping through your photos and knickknacks on your desk. “And to what do I owe this honor darling Maria?” you said as you approached. “Good morning, I could tell you, but first I need to know who the hottie is in this picture with you” she responded pointing to your vacation picture on your desk. You laughed and rolled your eyes “That is Jacob, my gay brother.” Pointing to the next picture “but that is Joshua, the straight brother.” “Wait, I thought that was the same guy” she looked up then closer to the pictures. “They are twins and Joshua is single, he’s in the Navy, I can introduce you the next time he comes through town. Maybe fleet week?” you smile and wiggle your eyebrows. “You know I like a man in uniform, but we can talk more about that later. You are with me today for today, apparently Fury wants to make sure you don’t try to skip out” she states with a deadpan look. “Ok, that happened one, maybe two times. I don’t need a babysitter, but since I never see you, I would love to kick your ass” you say with as much glee as possible. “Good, because we are using the Avengers training area today” she responds as she stands up and you follow her out of the room.

You make your way to Stark Tower and get waived in by security. You are headed to the elevator bays when you see Tony Stark approaching you. He smiles at you and then lowers his glasses “schön dich wieder zu sehen”. You smile and respond ” Es ist immer eine Freude, in Ihrer Firma zu sein.” He grabs and kisses the back of your hand “tout le plaisir est pour moi.” “vous êtes en fait plus charmant que je ne le pensais” you respond with a slight blush. Maria clears her throat and you both break eye contact and glance at her. “I have no idea what either of you said but we are running a little late” she states and turns towards the elevators. “Nu te voi păstra” he responds releasing your hand. “ne vedem mai tarziu” you say as you wave goodbye. You enter the elevator behind Maria and she stares at you wide eyed, you smile and shrug. Maybe you can redeem yourself.

You make your way to the lockers and change into your workout gear, completely boring workout gear with absolutely no writing across your ass or chest. You emerge to find Maria waiting for you and follow her into the gym, “you want to start on cardio? Treadmill or elliptical?” “Do I have to?” I whine. “I already ran 8 miles this morning and I can’t stand treadmills, it makes me feel like a hamster on a wheel.” “Agent Miller, nice of you to finally join us. And did I hear you only did 8 miles this morning? Isn’t 10 your daily minimum?” You turn to see Nick Fury standing with his arms folded over his chest as he’s questioning your morning routine. You smirk at him as you approach “it’s a bit creepy that you keep track of my daily routine. You do that for all your agents or just your favorite?” you ask with a big smile. He glares down at you unamused as you start to notice several Avengers in the room slowing their tasks to listen to your interaction. You step closer wanting to push every button to get him to crack “well, my usual run was cut a bit short this morning. I had a new friend running with me and I didn’t want to push him to hard on our first run together, if you must know.” “A new friend?” he questions. “Yes, we met yesterday and he will be keeping me company on my morning runs.” He nods at you knowingly and winks so that no one else in the room can see. “Well then, you are all warmed up and ready to spare. Get to it agent” he states before walking out of the room. A take a breath and look at Maria “Ok, so where do you want to start?”

German translation: schön dich wieder zu sehen – lovely to see you again

Es ist immer eine Freude, in Ihrer Firma zu sein – it’s always a pleasure to be in your company

French translation: tout le plaisir est pour moi – the pleasure is all mine

vous êtes en fait plus charmant que je ne le pensais – you are actually more charming than I thought

Romanian translation: Nu te voi păstra – I won’t keep you

ne vedem mai tarziu – See you later

@farfromjustordinary @ilovesupersoldiers

#@farfromjustordinary @ilovesupersoldiers #avengers au #marvel fanfiction #marvel fandom #avengers fanfiction #avengers fandom #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #marvel au

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max-will-one-day-be-okay · 4 years

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Ink On Skin Chapter Four

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

It took about two months to get everything sorted. Ethan got a small insurance payment and the shop closed. It was enough so that he may have time to find a new job, maybe with a month of rent and a few weeks of groceries.

He’d had to go to his lowest point and take a job at ‘Beanies’. Apparently Emma, the annoyed barista, had finally quit. Ethan was a good singer, but now he had to deal with assholes paying him less than a dollar to sing something. It was harder and it paid less.

Another issue was that it took two months too long to get the fill insurance payment, and Ethan was being evicted. He thought that he didn’t have much, but as he piled things into boxes he realized that he could have less. It’d make moving easier.

Everything was kind of a blur. He remembered little snippets of the past two months. He remembered Lex comforting him, but not what she had said. Her offering to let him move in with her when he got the eviction notice, but he didn’t remember agreeing to it.

Yet there he was, packing up his things to live with his girlfriend. Who he had only been with for a few months. To say that he was nervous was a drastic understatement. While it wasn’t the biggest thing on his plate, it was still something constantly on his mind.

He wished that he had the money for therapy. Maybe then he could work some of this shit out.

He pushed the thought aside and continued to pack. Ethan found himself throwing a lot of stuff away, not wanting to overcrowd Lex with all of his stuff. She didn’t need that. She was already letting him stay at her place. He didn’t want to be more of a burden than needed.

It took a few more hours, but soon all of his things were in boxes. He had already sold his bed and dresser, since Lex and Hannah lived in a two room apartment. There was no room for those there.

Ethan carried his boxes down to his old beaten up truck. He had spent most of the insurance money on fixing up the truck. It could finally drive a few miles without breaking down again. It was in better shape than when he had first bought it for fifty dollars.

It took a few trips, but soon all of the boxes were in the truck and strapped down. Ethan was meeting with the landlord in a week to give the old man his keys. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but he did like the old man. He was kind of like a grandpa, or like a cooky old uncle. But unlike Ethan’s grandpa, he probably wasn’t addicted to meth.

The last thing he got was Greg, who he sat in the passenger seat. Greg didn’t look scared or uncomfortable, so Ethan didn’t see the use of putting him in the crate.

Ethan climbed into the truck, sending a quick text to Lex telling her that he was on his way over. She sent a thumbs up, and then Ethan started driving. The road wasn’t as crowded as it usually was on a Saturday, and Ethan didn’t care enough to wonder why.

He pulled up to Lex’s apartment complex and sighed. He carefully scooped Greg into his arms and got out of the truck. He climbed the stairs to Lex’s door and knocked. Hannah was the one to open the door, and her eyes lit up when she saw Greg.

“Hey Banana Split,” Ethan smiled, “do you think you could bring Greg here inside and take care of him while your sister and I unpack?” Her smile could light up a room when he gave her the cat.

Lex came into the room. She was still in her pajamas. She had on a long sleeved pink shirt for a movie called ‘Santa Claus Goes to High School’ and soft looking pants covered in hearts. Her hair was a mess.

Ethan’s heart swelled at the sight of her, and his smile became more genuine.

“Alright. Let’s get to work.” Lex gave him a tired smile and walked down with him. She held his hand as they walked down the steps, and Ethan was sure that his mind should be somewhere else, but he didn’t mind.

They brought the boxes up, making sure that they wouldn’t be in Hannah’s way. Ethan was the one to bring the last few boxes up while Lex unpacked. Ethan didn’t mind that she was essentially going through his stuff, because he threw out all of the pictures of his family. Except for one of him and his uncle Henry.

He walked in to see Hannah on the couch, holding Greg like a baby. He put the boxes down and snapped a photo on his phone. It was sweet that Greg liked Hannah enough to let her do so without scratching her.

He looked around the small apartment. It was nice. Art was covering a lot of the walls, lots of it familiar. Ethan couldn’t put his finger on what it reminded him of, but it was nice. Comforting. And the style was just comfortable. From magnets on the fridge to a soft looking rug. It looked more like a home than Ethan’s apartment ever did.

He couldn’t see Lex, and he didn’t want to bother Hannah, so he decided to look for his… girlfriend. He felt like that was the right word. He was moving in with her, so that meant something. Since she had offered.

He explored his new home and walked down the hall. It was easy to see who’s room was who’s. Hannah’s door had her name on it in wooden letters. The ‘H’ had little honey bee toys glued to it, and the ‘A’ had a stuffed spider. All of the letters were painted a soft blue.

He looked at Lex’s door, and it was slightly open. He carefully knocked, not wanting to overstep. “Come in!” Lex called.

Ethan opened the door to see Lex putting his pillows onto the king sized bed. There was also his stuffed tiger on the middle of the bed. He had assumed that he would be on the couch, but it seemed that Lex had other ideas, but he couldn’t complain.

Lex had set up the photo of him and his uncle on the bedside table. When she noticed him looking at it, she gave him a smile. “Is that your dad?”

“No. My uncle. Coolest guy in the world.” Ethan smiled back.

“Seems it. So, where is he?”

“Um, in Hatchet Field.” Ethan told her honestly.

“That shit hole?” Her eyebrows rose.

“I know. He teaches biology at the university. His students love him. I don’t think he’d ever consider moving.”

Lex nodded. “Well I get that. My dad was like that for a while. Then when we found out about this new program for kids like Hannah, he changed his mind.”

“Why don’t you guys live with him?” Ethan asked. Lex was only nineteen. He had found that out a few weeks ago, and it was a shock. He had been sure that she was older than him. He wondered if they had gone to the same school.

Lex didn’t even pause at the question. “I had enough money for this place, and Hannah wouldn’t let me leave. So as long as she stays in school and keeps a full stomach, she’s with me.”

Ethan could respect that; he could respect anything Lex did. She was someone that thought about what she did. Ethan was sure that she would never end up like he did. Without a job. Without a home.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Lex looked at the boxes of his clothes. Her shoulders were slightly slumped. “You know, I could just unpack myself.” He offered, but she shook her head.

“No. You had to pack all of this up already. We need a break.” Lex told him, dramatically flopping back on the bed.

“What if we went out?” Ethan suggested.

Lex lit up a bit, “Sure. I could call Hannah’s babysitter and we could go to Beanies or something.”

Ethan was actually suggesting that they go out and bring Hannah along, but once again he was happy with what Lex was suggesting. He decided to just nod and lay back on the bed with her. He needed a moment just to relax.

He felt a bit lighter when Lex moved to hold his hand. He continued to stare at the ceiling, making pictures from the uneven surface. He let his shoulders completely relax and he closed his eyes for a moment. He wanted to stay there forever. When he was with her, things felt right. Not as bad as they really were.

They stayed like that for a while, neither wanting to move. Ethan was almost ready to fall asleep when he felt a shift. He turned his head and found his nose almost touching Lex’s. She had a soft smile on as they made eye contact.

Ethan slowly moved to kiss her, giving her time and means to stop him. She didn’t. Instead she closed her eyes and kissed him back. As they went, Ethan slowly moved his hand to cradle her neck.

Lex was the one to pull away. Ethan opened his eyes and saw Lex smiling at him. “I’m going to call Hannah’s babysitter now.”

“Okay.”

Lex smiled as she got up and went… somewhere to get her phone. Ethan took a moment when he sat up to keep the fuzzy feeling in his chest for a bit longer. He was surprised that it had taken him so long to kiss her.

When Lex came back into the room after about twenty minutes, she had changed as well. Her hair was neat and she had a long sleeved black dress on. Ethan had trouble keeping his eyes off of her.

“So Grace should be here in like, ten minutes. I told her to feed your cat if we’re out past ten. Is that cool?”

Ethan just nodded. His mouth was dry. If he tried to speak, he would just end up embarrassing himself. He chose silence and a thumbs up.

Lex snorted and grabbed his hand, pulling him to stand up. He followed her into the front room, where Hannah was still playing with Greg. The feline was purring loudly as Hannah pet him. He was also wearing a cowboy hat that looked like it had belonged to a stuffed toy before Greg entered the house.

Lex sat next to Hannah, her face softening. “Hey Banana.”

“Hey.”

“Ethan and I are going to go out for a bit. Grace is coming over to watch you. Is that okay?” Her voice was soft and motherly.

Hannah nodded with a shy smile, then quickly smiled at Ethan. He gave her a smile back and walked over, sitting next to Lex.

Soon enough, there was a knock on the door. Hannah walked over and opened the door. A consertive looking girl was standing at the door, holding a bag filled with what seemed to be board games and activities for Hannah.

Ethan looked at her and noticed her arm with just a small heart tattooed on it. It was cute, something he had seen other soulmates do. Maybe one day he would do the same, but for Lex. If he could gather the courage to go into her shop for a tattoo.

Probably not anytime soon.

Lex talked to Grace, telling her that her and Ethan most likely wouldn’t be back until after Hannah’s bed time. She was told that she could leave after midnight, since Hannah didn’t wake up after midnight most nights.

Grace informed Lex that she was making Hannah chicken nuggets and tater tots for dinner, and then Lex was grabbing Ethan’s hand and pulling him outside. He called a quick goodbye to Hannah before she shut and locked the door.

“So, where do you want to go? Now that my truck can drive more than three miles without breaking down the world is our limit.” Lex smiled at that.

“Let’s splurge then. I have a little cash tucked away, and you’ve had a rough few months. I say we go to the Red Lobster near the edge of town.” She suggested, and Ethan nodded. It sounded nice and fancy.

Ethan opened the car door for her, and she laughed at him. He loved her laugh. It was loud and sharp and real. It was better than music. Ethan wanted to make her laugh forever.

He climbed in and turned the key. The struck sputtered to life and he started the thirty minute drive. Lex was the one to turn on the radio, classic rock then coming through the shitty speakers of the truck.

When they arrived, Ethan decided to hold Lex’s hand as they walked in. She didn’t pull away, so he considered it a win. Instead, she gave him one of the warmest smiles he had ever seen. He felt his insides get that warm and calming feeling once again.

They walked in and were led to a booth. Ethan sat across from Lex and gave her an awkward smile. He took the menus from the hostess and looked down to distract himself. He already knew that he was going to get the lobster bisque. It was what he always ordered.

He thought about the last time he was eating out. It was on a date in high school. Danny had brought him to the Red Lobster in Hatchet Field. He got the lobster bisque and Danny got the shrimp tacos. It was the night Ethan learned he was allergic to shrimp but not lobster. It was an odd and awkward trip to the hospital.

He looked up when Lex started talking. She went on about how glad she was to be able to have a night out. Things had apparently been more hectic in the parlor, business booming for some reason.

He leaned on his hand and listened to her. He was happy that she was doing so well. He knew that if he was ever going to get a tattoo, she’d be the one to give it to him. He’d seen a few works of her art, and they were all amazing.

“So, do you have any tattoos?” He asked.

“Oh! Yeah. Quite a few actually. Hannah drew one on my arm, and I’ve done the rest. I’ll have to show them to you sometime.” She smiled. “What about you? I’ve seen the tip of one on your arm.” She pointed out.

“Well… they’re my soulmate’s.” He blushed and looked down. Usually when his soulmate came up, dates became awkward. But Lex just shrugged and smiled.

“That’s fine. My soulmate and I agreed that we can see other people.”

“Mine too.”

They smiled at each other, neither connecting any dots in the world. They just sat at the table and waited for the waitress.

Soon enough she came, and took their order. Ethan silently thanked god when Lex got the salmon, glad he would at least be able to kiss her again without going into shock.

They continued soft conversation as they waited for their food.

“So, how are things down at Beanies?”

“They fucking suck. I thought working at Ihop in high school was bad? Every day at least one asshole tips just to embarrass me.” Ethan complained.

“Maybe they just like your voice. I think you sound amazing when you sing.” She held his hand.

“When have you heard me sing?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“There may or may not be a video on the Beanie’s webpage.” Ethan could see her trying not to laugh. He groaned and put his head on the table.

He looked up as a new waitress came. He smiled, it was Emma. Who used to have his job. Who looked a hell of a lot happier than she ever had working at Beanies. He was jealous. She gave them their food without saying much.

Ethan dug in, basking in the bisque. He knew it was most likely frozen and just reheated when he ordered it, maybe even in a microwave. But damn, it was tasty. And with a few of those golden cheesy biscuits on the side. It made it the perfect date.

Ethan watched Lex eat her salmon and settled into the comfort that fell during the relative silence between the two of them. He smiled when Lex gave him the last biscuit. He swore that if he ever had to choose a last meal, this would be it.

Lex laughed at him when he voiced the thought. Her eyes lit up as she laughed, and Ethan was positive that his soulmate could never compare to her. He just wanted to be with her, always. He just wanted to spend all of his time with her.

He was pretty sure that she felt the same.

They continued talking over the food. While it was mostly small talk, it was enough to keep Ethan’s mind off of everything that had happened. He was almost completely distracted from the fact that all of his dreams had been crushed and he had a soul crushing job at a singing coffee shop.

When he caught himself spiraling, he pulled himself out of it. He shoved those feelings down and thanked Lex when she paid for their meal. Instead, he focused on how Lex seemed to be having a good time.

They walked out and climbed into Ethan’s old truck. It was past dark and getting late. Ethan was sure that only bars were open at that point. Lex turned on the radio. She turned to Ethan with a comfortable smile “Mind if I smoke?” She asked.

“Not a problem.” He replied.

She took a cigarette out of her bag and lit it. The rest of the drive was spent in a comfortable silence.

Ethan parked and the two of them got out at the apartment complex. Ethan walked up the stairs with her, and watched as Lex fumbled with the key.

She turned around and looked up at him. Her eyes were shining and her pupils were dilated. It left Ethan breathless.

“So are you going to kiss me or not?”

That was all it took. Ethan kissed her, and she took no time to kiss him back. In the back of his mind, Ethan noted that she tasted like cherries and smoke. It was something Ethan could get addicted to.

She opened the door and pulled him by his shirt inside. The door almost slammed shut, and Lex hardly remembered to lock it behind her. The two of them stumbled to their bedroom, not watching where they were going.

Lex pushed Ethan onto the bed, smiling down at his starry eyed expression. She straddled his lap and kissed him again. His hands found their way to her hips and she slipped a hand under his shirt.

Ethan pulled away and started kissing her neck. When he nipped, Lex couldn't help the sound that escaped her throat.

Ethan pulled away, “What about Hannah, what if she hears us?”

“As long as we’re quiet we’ll be fine. She’s a heavy sleeper.” Lex reassured him.

“And this, all of where this is going, this is okay?”

“Yes.”

Ethan smiled as he kissed her again. Lex didn’t hesitate pulling his shirt over his head as she kissed him again.

It was then that she saw his tattoos. Her tattoos. She pulled away.

“Oh my god.”

Ethan tilted his head like a confused puppy. He wasn’t sure what he had done, but Lex was looking at him with wide eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“Your tattoos…” She mumbled.

“I know, there’s a lot of them. Is it too much?”

Lex didn’t know what to do, so she moved her sleeve to show her shoulder. Ethan’s eyes widened, showing that he understood.

“Oh.”

#black friday #starkid black friday #starkid #ethan green #lex foster

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starblazerm31 · 4 years

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What would both of your OCs be like in the modern au and how they meet their love 💗 I love first meeting love stories

Wow, thank you anon! I've been on Tumblr for almost a year and never had so many asks about my OCs! *feels loved*

Azalea

(tieing into my Retail Headcanons) Azalea met Lucio when she worked at the retail store he was an assistant manager at.

She was a regular salesfloor associate in the cosmetics department. She got hired because she was a licensed cosmetologist and knew EVERYTHING about cosmetics, hair, and skincare. The cosmetology field is rather hard to get a decent job in because it's so competitive. But she still needed income to live on, so she got a job at his store.

Her sales were amazing. Lucio would catch glimpses of her talking to customers as he was walking by to harass another employee, and he had to admit that he was impressed by her knowledge. She was also really cute.

Always the type to want to be on-trend with beauty, he would pop by her department to chat with her about new brands and get advice on his daily routine. She introduced him to his new favorite eyeliner. She never sneered at him behind his back, even on the times he did give her some hell. She just took him and his attitude in stride.

He started to get those little nagging feelings when he would see her. Talk to her more. Ask her about her day. Did she have any pets? A white raven?! How did you get one of those?? Ask about her hobbies (he was very surprised to find that she LOVED video games and was part of a local parquor group; she was even on YouTube as the user FollowTheWhiteBirdie).

When he finally realized that he was developing a crush, he slightly freaked out. Managers are by no means allowed to have relationships with other employees. He had to make sure that Nadia never found out.

Then, one day after two years of working there, Azalea put in her two weeks' notice. She had gotten a job at a very posh spa and salon.

Lucio set a plan in motion. On her last day, he would schedule his lunch at the same time Azalea would be clocking out for the last time.

Just as Azalea was about to leave, Lucio got occupied by a customer. He watched in horror as Azalea exited the building before he could get to her.

Like an angel from above, Nadia appeared and told him to hurry to his lunch break. Turns out she's more observant than he thought.

He dashed out into the parking lot, trying to find Azalea. He was almost about to break down when he heard her call out to him. She had gone to the coffee shop next door to grab a drink before leaving.

He strode up to her and point-blank asked if she would like to go out on a date. He was happily surprised when she replied with "Uh, of course, you silly goat!”

Imalia

Imalia met Asra when she was a grad student in college. She was teaching an Intro to Astronomy class that he was taking as an elective.

Right from the get-go, he was impressed by her passion on the subject she was teaching. She was able to take a subject that most students found to be boring and made it not only engaging but fun to learn.

Every class, his hand was up, asking questions. Eventually, Imalia gave him a flyer for the Astronomy Club that she had started. They met once a week at the Student Center, and would also go on outings to set up telescopes in the local state park for stargazing.

He never missed a meeting after that. He aced her course and they stayed in contact over Winter Break. Turns out they had a lot of the same interests and knew a lot of the same people (Azalea is your best friend?? I used to work with her!!).

When the next semester started, Imalia organized a trip to a planetarium a couple cities over. She asked Asra if he would be her date.

She talked about each exhibit like it was the coolest thing ever.

Imalia: “Did you know that most of Jupiter is made up of liquid metallic hydrogen? METALLIC!! The entire planet is a huge electromagnet, keeping Earth safe from interstellar debris!! It’s like our cosmic big brother, keeping the bullies away!” Asra: “You know, I really love it when you talk nerdy to me.” Imalia: “Oh, wait till I get started on the Andromeda Galaxy...”

When it finally came time to go up to the planetarium theatre, Imalia and Asra sat alone together away from the rest of the group.

They ended up making out through most of the presentation.

Ko-Fi ☕

#the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana asra #the arcana lucio #the arcana modern au #azalea nevra #imalia gabriev #the arcana oc #the arcana apprentice #the arcana mc #starblazerm31 headcanons

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WTFried Episode 3: KFC Otome Game

Bold: Gaku’s commentary Italics: Futaba’s commentary Normal: Official documentary narration (usually in a bad British accent) Bold and Italicized: Answers/Questions to the… game.

In 1910, the Capital, one man had a dream that he made another man work for. That dream would result in the exclusive Milk Hall. A chic cafe that would serve all manner of dairy-based treats… and making only one exception today. A day where we will reach deep into this bucket of…

Oh, Aoi! This logo is such a cute design!

How did you know it was by him?

Did… did you seriously think it was anybody else?

Point taken... Ms Futaba-rt…

Hush, Gaku. I’m just going to leave the drawing to the actual student.

Since everyone is craving for some turkey this winter, the employee has made the employer fetch some slices of this fine poultry. Everyone at Raccord is getting ready for the tender meat AND the festive season as we ring in the new year of 1911! Featuring buckets with the restaurant’s symbol… an old man!

And speaking of the devil, here he comes without… the turkey but some other manner of bird? Thus, Aoi has prepared to strike, dumping the bucket on the counter with a resounding thud.

“Erm… so remember how I said it was ok if I arrived at the turkey place slightly later than usual…?” A sheepish Oji's question can only be met by Aoi's deadpan conclusive remark,

“They ran out, didn’t they?”

Apparently, that was super insensitive because Oji-san has scrunched up his nose and eyes (the more normal ones) and…

Wait, how did you speak in parentheses?

"Nevermind that, somehow the narration was more offensive than Aoi's accusation." Oji’s fake-sniffling is thankfully interrupted by Aoi shaking the contents of the… replacement.

"I don't think it was harsh enough considering your blunder."

“No… it's just that the turkey place somehow became a chicken place! So the party pack is full of chicken!”

And just like that, the bells at the entrance have stopped ringing just as fast as the front door has been shut. And two hearts are now shattered into a million pieces. Why wouldn’t there be shattered souls after witnessing all hopes of savouring a Western classic slipping down the grease tracks of the fried chicken? The sound of the fat fizzing and splattering was supposed to be a welcomed one, not this… this… tinier bird. In particular, Ginnojo knows that he knows too much. See the look of imagining death and actually experiencing it? And Kuro! He’s pouting in slow motion, head down, shoulders slumped, and with an expression that clearly indicates he’s responding but barely able to because of the sheer despair consuming him… AKA, exactly like a puppy.

...Gaku, don’t zoom in on their faces. I’m already describing it, no need to rub it in.

Fine.

“Man, I’m sorry you two. I know you guys were looking forward to the turkey.”

“Old Man Oji, it’s ok! I’m just glad everyone is here to feast at least!”

Of course, the most ferocious growl has to refute that statement and it certainly has to come from an even more ferocious beast… Ginnojo’s disappointed stomach. Does he manage to hide the betrayal well with his stoic face though as the two neighbours/besties/??? eye the substitute meats?

Ok, really, there is no way you can tell me you spoke in question marks.

“I apologize too. Honestly, I should have checked beforehand.” Aoi concedes and offers a temporary white flag in the form of a kitchen towel to see the numerous chunks of fried chicken.

Could it be? The magic of fried chicken is soothing wounds of the past? Can the crispy chicken skin really fully resolve the dwindling festive spirit? Will it be just as great as its twin…

… Sorry Yura and Gaku.

“Be at rest, my Lady. I am sure a dollop of sugar or two is enough to fully restore the chicken to a turkey’s high status.”

I’m glad to see that the sugar dispenser I made is being put to such use, brother.

As Yura makes the sugar cookies even more… sugary, Aoi shakes his head,

“What now? We work with fried chicken? I’ve never really experimented with it before.”

“We… do need to finish this supply eventually. Might as well start now.” was all Oji can offer in this dire situation. Just as everyone is heaving a sigh, two majestic heroes arrive with…

A tengu as a sacrifice for the turkey my brother can never savour now. Crows are closer than chicken to turkey.

“Mhmm?”

“Nevermind, ignore him Kuya. Hiya Koga! Sorry you two, but we’ve only got fried chicken...”

And with that, Futaba witnesses the magnificent wingspan of the tengu… as he flies away at the mention of devouring a fellow bird. At least, he tried to but an oni ogre foils his meticulous plan by… grabbing his ear.

“Sorry about him. And even more sorry for Ginnojo and Kuro. I know you two were looking forward to the turkey.”

Nice job, Gaku! :D

What even is... you know what, nevermind. Thanks, I guess, and the mic’s back to you now.

“Really, don’t worry you guys. It’s more like Gin-Gin and I like the story surrounding the turkey in the festivals. The fried chicken just doesn’t have such an interesting story.”

The gramophone acts up at this precise moment Kuro tries to break the tension. As a wonderful person holds this strangely bulky camera while Gaku rushes to fix the audio camera, he finds that the cause is none other than his own customer… Oji-san with a record-breaking moment. Literally.

“Ok, wait, I’ve lived long enough to tell you that isn’t true. Why, I used to tell this story to Aoi when he was a little lad…”

And Oji-san whips out… a shopping list dated 5 years ago. Additionally, the crayon doodles are really adorable alongside the cursive handwriting.

“Yup, you told me a shopping list that I wrote down and YOU forgot.”

… Edit out my earlier statement.

… I’ll try.

“You know what? We have all this fried chicken for me and Aoi to do something AND tell you more about the tale of the fried chicken this time of year.”

And this folks, is what happened before we come up with the most amazing play…

Before we continue this documentary, we would like to thank our sponsors. Koga Kitamikado. This Oni Ogre is tough as nails and nothing ever gets him down! You can always turn to him when you're in a bind. A… tender bind.

… Why is Koga sponsoring this?

Guess he saw something… like how we are going to see two ayakashi experiencing the world’s greatest interactive play!

Tonight, Ginnojo and Kuro react to ‘I Love You, Colonel Sanders! A Finger-Lickin’ Good Dating Simulator!’. An interactive play scripted by Oji, you, yes you the audience, gets to play as a budding chef…

“Ooh, Gin-Gin is a good one… when you know, he doesn’t go bonkers on the ingredients.” Kuro’s chirp is nearly drowned out by the action at the back where we will be observing how our thespians are preparing.

Aoi and Oji have outdone themselves for this. We don’t have every single thing that you can purchase by queuing up but the menu prepared within 4 seconds is well-represented on this table. Sometimes, it is in a 3-piece meal, a few are in the buckets, and you get the overall picture! No double-dipping needed here, the act is too sacrilegious for such a holy beginning. A beginning… that will melt the frost around here.

Warm yourself from the inside. You’re about to embark on a journey that will end with you sleeping with this warm milk and pot pie….

Thus, these two can’t drink milk. Only eating the pot pie. We… we need them to actually play this.

“This is confusing, our journey begins with the ending?” Kuro asks a question that no one knows the answer to except for Ginnojo,

“Aye, a lot of the greatest heroes stumble upon their best stories after the ending of another. I suppose this is what we are trying to get here with… the pot pie?”

Scepticism is evident even on the usually trusting Kuro’s face. Nevertheless, they put their faith in Aoi’s culinary skills as they see the smoke still wafting from behind the stage curtains that are really just Kuya’s blankets.

AKA: Koga’s blankets.

Sure, the decor is a bit too… reminiscent of a chicken barn. And yet, observe the first bite taken by the Mizuki and the… other… ayakashi. Creaminess flooding each of their mouths as veggies and fried chicken come together in this glorious, crusted symphony. And at the very end of it all,

“Delicious.”

“Oh my gosh! It’s so good! The chicken, yum! More, please!”

As they chew contentedly amongst dozens of floating… chicken and biscuits… Yura approaches them with the most adorable signboard… and the weirdest customizable one at that. That’s right, we are featuring the talents of Yura and Aoi… for the second time in the latter's case.

“Welcometh, chef! Bef're we start, bid us thy nameth!”

Translation: Give us the coolest names you have Ginnojo and Kuro! Note: no explicit language or demeaning words are allowed.

“Oooh, let’s do a ship name, Gin-Gin!”

“I dislike ships. Especially the black ones. Why can’t humans just learn to be one with the waves?”

Thus, comes the most epic name ever.

Mammon!

“Like, Mama + Mon! Because, I dunno, it feels like a mum made this!”

“The Mon is an abbreviation of Monday, the day we are watching… I mean, playing this theatrical game.”

...

Should… should we tell them?

No.

With the dimming of lights and pot pie nearly finished, Kuro and Ginnojo move on to the chicken wings and munching sounds accompanied the sight of the protagonist… in bed. Since the protagonist is me. So…

I’m taking over the narration from this point onwards. Be grateful. And note… this is the game. So if it’s weird… do not blame me for it.

Oh hush, and get to your job.

Futaba is buried like one zinger in a tortilla wrap. Until the latest alarm clock that I have built with a custom ringtone goes off with the best sound in the world - that of a happy chicken. Sleep in or wake up? What should they choose?

“I’m concerned about the rooster.”

“Yes… but whelp, up and at’em is what I’d say!” was the only warning the poor alarm clock received before Kuro smacked the robot rooster with the goddamned whip of his, ruining hours and hours and hours of…

Don't be so offended, Gaku, it's just a game.

...

“Wow, I better get ready for my first day at the prestigious University of Cooking School: Academy for Learning!” Futaba says in a way-too-enthusiastic voice that is almost on Kuro’s level when he’s drunk.

“Ok, so I’m only familiar with Futaba and Aoi’s schools but I’m pretty sure no one would want that for a name. Oh! Let’s call it Cuddling Chicken School!”

Case in point because as I speak, Kuro and Ginnojo are now enjoying another treat with coke… that may or may not have been spiked. The main focus though is the box filled with delicious chicken and named after popcorn.

“This one’s the most processed. I don’t think I can take another bite. Oh, Kuro? You’ve finished yours?”

“... More like you finished yours and mine within a bite.”

For once, Ginnojo looked more innocent than Kuro was somewhat forlornly staring at his very, very empty container. At least now both could be more invested in the… plot of this play as our main character starts to get changed into a chef’s uniform, complete with an apron and a hat. All that is left to do is for her to actually move but she just has to ask,

“Hmm, I kinda want to daydream and laze about in bed.”

Of course, that’s challenging everything a former Shinsengumi member loves and knows so Ginnojo is quick to call my brother over to reject the option… except that Kuro is a bit more nonchalant about the whole affair.

“D’aww, let her, it’s so rare to see her relaxed.”

“I won’t deny that a girl her age shouldn’t be concerned with hard matters but Futaba wants to go to school. And I shall support her in her endeavours.”

“Except, this isn’t Futaba. She’s being Mammon remember?”

“Very well.”

And just like that, Ordinary Chef Student protagonist Futaba is late and doesn’t have time to sit and eat a full meal. She grabs a piece of biscuit, fluffy… unlike her missing deodorant.

“I knew she had a price to pay.” Ginnojo’s heavy sigh provoked a gasp of realization from his neighbour,

“Are we going to be fried?”

Alas, she was not…

HEY!

By the time she has thrown the biscuit at me, the setting has been changed to the ivory walls of UCS: AL… or the Cuddling Chicken School. And there, awaiting her is the ever-so-perky… BROTHER?!

He volunteered for the role!

Wow, I’m so proud of him! Wait, should I have auditioned… no, I’m just going to record every moment of this now.

Here comes the bestest friend in the world, Yura!

“Many thanks, brother, but I shall now don the name ‘Miriam’ and ask Mammon here if she is highly anticipating our term of 3 days!”

Ginnojo does have to voice out one concern that I am sure most viewers will have as well,

"Hold on, they can graduate in 3 days? Youth these days really are picking up new knowledge."

"I want a degree in English in 3 days. If I take the English food course in 3 days, will that count?"

Before Kuro can learn more about this miraculous development in education, Futaba has to continue with her dialogue and actually focus like my brother,

“Good morning Miriam! I'm sure…”

“Because I most certainly am! Alack, the breakfast I hadst did prepare this morn did not have enough love… whatever shall I do?”

As another branch of the game appears, the choice is rather evident…

COMFORT HIM YOU IDIOTS!

Finally, sense strikes the two, Kuro furiously slamming the option and poor Nachi as a result. Still, the nekomata behind the Option Board manages to signal to the other actors and Futaba barely adeptly gives my brother a pep talk,

“Ever since we were little babies together and you rescued me from that quicksand box, it’s been clear to me that you’re the most loving, caring person I’ve known! Your tiny… sweets are definitely going to be a hit!”

Part of the reason why this speech is not adequate enough is because Futaba is RUDELY interrupted when someone smacks her books and custom-engraved measuring spoons out of her hands and onto the ground.

“... Aeshleigh.” Futaba finally spat out, or whether it’s from deliberating drawing out the heavy silence to emphasize the sheer tension… or because she is wonder if Kuya cannot spell Ashley.

“This is the fancy name. For the fancy Ashley. Aeshleigh who is better than everyone else.” Ginnojo’s attempt at finding the reason for Aoi’s character name is ultimately thwarted by Aoi starting to get into character EXTREMELY reluctantly,

“Oh, I didn’t see you there, chicken shins.”

"Her boobs are not parallel at all." came Kuro's deadpan remark… and Ginnojo choking whilst looking like a boiled lobster. That, or because he is eating the Crispy Version of the Chicken breast.

“Kuro! Do not look there!”

“Why is she even insulting us for having chicken shins? She has chicken breasts on her thigh socks! Futaba, you should have actually worn chicken shin guards.”

…

Don't be so offended, Futaba, it's just a game.

Across the quad, one can see the rival’s best friend, who has stopped to look at his own reflection in the mirror. Pants so tight, anyone can see him casually working out his glutes while he styles his hair. No lie, they’re rocking glutes belonging only to one Koga.

“Ahem, Van Van?”

“You rang-rang?”

“Damn, Koga, you cougar go!”

“I’m curious about his hair, it’s actually in the shape of a starfish.”

“Don’t you just mean a star?”

“That can work too, I suppose.”

Sure, the pairing seems weird to the current audience but Aoi… I mean, Aeshleigh continues to sneer at Mammon who is slowly getting up with Miriam’s help but quicker with throwing the retort,

“I can’t believe that the University of Cooking School: Academy for Learning would ever allow people like you to attend as students.”

Except that it completely flies over both bullies’ heads as Aoi delicately laughs with icy cold teal eyes,

“Ara ara, so you do know. We should have gotten our diplomas already with these great skills of ours.”

“Or maybe hire us on as professors. You amateurs could learn a lot from us.”

With the first day of school about to start, there’s just not enough time to properly tell these two off so everyone else resists the urge. As Mammon and Miriam approach the door, they see a goofy-looking kid pushing hard against the window directly next to it.

“He would have been completely dislikable if it weren’t for the fact the cutest cub is playing him right now.”

On a more serious note, could someone like this also be a student at the school? He must be a great chef, with a name tag that clearly says ‘Bob’ but there he is, introducing himself as,

“Hi! I’m Kogare… Pop! And I think I was supposed to say that I broke this door.”

… And now I know why Fox-Face wants a copy of this film while he is attending Part 1 of the New Year Kitsune Festival…

When Mammon easily opens the door, Kogare… or Bob… or… Pop? Just has to tackle her for a big hug and squeal out,

“I LOVE YOU!”

“D’aww!” should have been everyone’s response but only Kuro’s was heard over Ginnojo screeching and of course, an epic debate about expressions of affection,

“GAGH! K-k-kogare! Do not touch a lady like that yet! Or profess something that serious until you are of age!”

“What? No! Hug her like you are squeezing the life out of her!”

Fortunately, the actors continue the scene. Unfortunately, it is with this line from Kogare Pop’s mouth that makes you wonder who allowed this writing. Money is on Kuya.

“Did you know my other name ‘Pop’ comes from my great-grandfather Pop pop?”

The critics are not amused, Ginnojo tutting and Kuro making a face like he had just tasted chocolate for the 32nd time,

“Days like these makes me glad I don’t know my lineage.”

“Yeah…”

“Is it just me or is that young gentleman cute?” Miriam tries to note but everyone... and I mean everyone... just has to say,

“It’s just you.”

Miriam and Mammon shrug their shoulders before following Kogare Pop into the building. They stand at the edge of the room, unsure where to sit. Other students wander in and keep themselves busy chit-chatting.

“Where… is the Colonel we were promised to romance for fried chicken? Even now we are stuck with cheese fries… nothing can make up for these soggy… Oh my gosh, so CUTE!!!”

Kuro only stops when he sees a scruffy-looking cat taking his place at a podium at the front of the class, the smallest chef hat on his head. Head Instructor and CEO of UCS: AL is here everyone! Nachi taps his paw against the wooden surface to gather attention… although Kuro is already cooing over the little hat on the nekomata’s head and even Ginnojo smiles a bit in approval.

Out of nowhere, the wind begins to rush around everyone as a swirl of cherry blossom petals fill the air inside the classroom despite it being in the middle of winter in Japan. To be more accurate, the petals are… Kuya’s feathers dyed pink much to Kuro’s delight,

“Nice effects! I kinda wanna play with them now! Guess I better wait for Kuya to fly and leave some behind next time...”

“Wait, the cherry blossoms are blooming for them? Where and when are they?”

A hushed murmur rolls through the classroom as HE walks down the aisle of desks. Suddenly, the room is sweltering. And there… we have Oji as the one, the only…

Colonel Sanders!

...

“I’m confused… are we supposed to find him handsome?”

“Did Oji just reveal his true aged appearance or did he just dye his hair white?”

“His eyeliner is as thick as his actual eyes and even thicker than his actual eyebrows and spectacle frames.”

All those statements were slowly cracking the fried chicken skin, with Ginnojo’s final casual observation really roasting Oji’s self-esteem. Nevertheless, the show must go on with the main chef and… love interest... helping the two audience members crack open the ranch. We shall now divulge in a bit of ASMR… ASMRanch as we massage Colonel Sander’s arm that is as thick as his neck. See how he flexes...

“OH GOD MAKE IT STOP!” Kuro squirms.

“FUTABA!!! I mean, Mammon, right, Mammon… MAMMON DON’T MIX WITH SUCH FILTH!”

… We are changing scenes already? Oh, ok, suit yourself.

Here, he wields the spork, his eyeliner game suddenly aligned…

“NO…!!!”

“It… is… rectangular. A rectangular spork.”

“Foon.”

Did that earn a… Kentucky-fried chuckle?

What’s Kentucky? Also, you broke character.

Think this play is broken. Oh, next scene...

The Colonel makes a delicious array of food items in the cafeteria...

“What kind of cafeteria has flowers and a fancy atmosphere?”

“Not Milk Hall Raccord except for the flowers.”

The Mac and Cheese falls flat on the ground, along with Oji’s chef hat,

“THAT’S IT! THE COLONEL QUITS!”

…

Ok, I’m going to resume while Ginnojo eats the rest of the food Oji has left...

Yeah.

And so, the wisest Satori Seer, on behalf of his boss, buries the abominable script and the actually-kinda-nice-art-if-it-wasn't-about-fried-chicken romance.

Hey, should we bury this camera?

WHAT?! AFTER ALL THAT WE’VE BEEN THROUGH???

Ok, ok, we won’t. Besides, there’s still Valentine's day if this show hits more than 1 view.

… Why the 1 view benchmark?

Cus… apparently, there was a dish here that wasn’t revealed here that would work great for a Valentine's Day episode.

… At least my brother can eat it.

Epilogue

For some reason, we have noticed a foreigner digging up the manuscript. He even paid Oji for it. Said it might be the next biggest thing in America for an even weirder reason?

Ginnojo is still eating the whole menu. Kuro has shared the magic of fried chicken with the rest of the troupe and occassionally, the circus-theatre guest. Unfortunately, it is during one of these stunts that a fried chicken cracked the lens. Even more unfortunate, the grease from the fried chicken seeped through the components and short-circuited everything.

So the only thing hotter than Colonel... is everything. Let’s hope we never see anything like this even in the 21st century.

Epilogue to the Epilogue

My grandparents sure were naive.

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What battery percentage is your phone on right now? 44%.

Do any medical afflictions run in your family? Cancer and diabetes.

Who did you last talk to in person and what did you say? My mom. We were talking about the story being covered on 48 Hours on the ID channel.

What's your favourite Mexican dish? I like burritos, especially from this local Mexican restaurant. It’s simple, just beans, rice, cheese, cilantro, sour cream and guacamole, but it’s so good. I like to have this gravy and cheese dip on the side for dipping, too.

Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yeah, I’ve been to a hockey game once.

How far do you live from New York City? I’m all the way across the country on the opposite side in California.

How often do you talk to your parents? We live together, I see and talk to them all the time.

Do you prefer pads, tampons or something else? I just used pads. TMI, but I say “used” because I don’t have a menstrual cycle anymore due to health reasons.

What was the weather like in your town today? It’s supposed to be 77 F today. It’s slowly been starting to cool down. I need it to drop down more for my liking, though.

Are there any phrases or words that you say a lot? Yes, but for some reason whenever I’m asked this I can’t think of an example.

How many boyfriends or girlfriends have you ever had? One.

Have you ever ordered a specially made cake from a cake shop? Yeah, my childhood birthday cakes were ordered from a cake shop.

What was the last movie you saw and who did you watch it with? In the Tall Grass on Netflix with my mom and brother.

What's the name of your first real boyfriend or girlfriend? Derek.

Do you clean your ears daily? Not daily, but a few times a week.

What accent do you have? As a Californian I feel like I don’t have one, but I guess it would be a Californian one? *shrug* Like I said, I don’t feel like I have one but everyone does. It’s not distinctive like someone from Boston or North Dakota, ya know? Ha, I Googled Californian accent and it even says, “Their accent is indeed similar to General American, meaning it sounds to American ears like it isn't an accent at all. Everyone has an accent, however.” Then it talks about how we pronounce certain sounds/words differently and some of our sayings and slang. Ha, it also brings up how if anything, non-Californians would probably think of a Californian accent being valley-girl or surfer dude, which yeah that’s true people do tend to associate us with that and words like “hella” and “stoked.”

What scent of air freshener do you keep in your bathroom? It’s a pumpkin cinnamon scent or something like that.

Have you ever dated a model? No.

What's the best job you've ever had? I’ve never had a job.

How about the worst? --

Do you have naturally straight hair? No, I have wavy hair.

What is your ultimate goal in life? I don’t know.

Have you ever visited someone in prison? Yes.

What months were you and your siblings born in? I was born in July, my younger brother was born in February, and my older brother was born in November.

Do you write down your passwords in a physical place to prevent losing them? Yeah.

What are your three favourite vegetables? Potatoes, spinach, and broccoli.

How many times a day do you check Facebook or any other social network? I check Facebook and a few other social medias a few times a day.

When was the last time you had a blocked nose? It gets stuffy now and then, but it doesn’t tend to last long. I haven’t had a real stuffy nose, like because of a cold, since earlier this year.

Who is your favourite comedian? I don’t have one.

What colour are the socks you're wearing today? White.

What did you have for dinner last night? Wingstop.

What was the last concert you went to? Green Day back in 2009.

Are you an ugly crier? Yeah. I’m also just ugly.

What scent is the soap or body wash you use in the shower? It’s just Caress bar soap, it smells clean and soapy.

Have you ever had sex in/on a vehicle? No.

Who do you live with? My parents, brother, and doggo.

What letter does your street name begin with? --

Do you do anything to groom your eyebrows? I pluck them.

When was the last time you ate at McDonald's? A few months ago.

What's your favourite Popsicle flavour? Not a popsicle kind of gal, really.

Who was the last person you sent a Facebook message to and what did you say? My aunt. She was just checking in and seeing how I’ve been doing.

Do you have any injuries at the moment? Yes.

Have you ever been to an ophthalmologist? I’ve been to the optometrist numerous times, but I don’t think an ophthalmologist.

Do you own any animal print clothes? No, not my style.

Are you tall, short or average? Would you change this? I’m short and “I wish I was a little bit taller.”

When was the last time you went to a drug store/pharmacy? Hm, I don’t recall. My mom or brother always pick up my medicines for me, I haven’t gone in awhile.

Do you ever binge-watch TV shows? Yeah. My current binge-watch is Sabrina: The Teenage Witch (the one from my childhood with Melissa Joan Hart).

Have you ever mustered up the courage to tell someone how you feel only to be rejected? Yep. Twice. Not a fun time...

Do you keep your files and documents organized in one place? Unfortunately, no. I’d like to be organized with that kind of stuff.

What's your favourite sweet treat to bake? I don’t bake anymore, but I used to like making cupcakes or cookies during the holidays.

Are you good at flirting and letting people know you're interested? Ha, no. I’m too awkward. There’s been times I thought it was obvious I was interested only for them to be like, “I had no idea.”

What did you have for breakfast today? It’s 1:22AM.

Do you prefer sweet or savoury breakfasts? Savory.

Do you like chick-flicks? Yeah.

Have you ever taken an acting class? Yes, which is really shocking for someone as shy and awkward as I am. I actually took two while at community college.

What is your favourite kind of berry? I don’t have a favorite. I really only like strawberries out of the berry choices, but I couldn’t even tell you the last time I had any.

When was the last time you watched one of your favourite movies? I’ve been watching some of my favorite horror movies. I plan on watching a lot this month.

How often do you use Youtube? Quite often.

Do you prefer Prince or Michael Jackson? I like more Michael Jackson songs, but I like some Prince songs as well.

What's the coolest thing you've ever dressed up as for Halloween? Not sure about “the coolest.”

Are you ignoring anyone right now? I guess that’s what it’s called when you don’t respond to messages or make any attempt to contact or reach out to them. :/ That was never the intention and even now it’s still hard to admit that that’s exactly what I’ve been doing the past few years. They eventually stopped trying to reach out and I don’t blame them. I’m such a shitty person.

How do you usually style your hair? I throw it up in a pony tail or bun; not much styling going on.

Do you have any tattoos? Tell me about them. Nope.

Have you ever worked in a store while someone shoplifted there? I’ve never worked at a store. I’ve witnessed it happening while shopping at stores, though.

When was the last time you used a stove? I just made my ramen.

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to eat? Insects, seafood, stuff like bull testicles, etc.

Are you sitting, standing or laying (or something else) right now? I’m sitting on my bed.

How many hours per week do you typically work? Zero.

What was the last pill or tablet you took? My pain medication.

How far away from your house is the closest grocery store? Just down the street.

Have you ever lived in university/college campus housing? Nope.

Who was the last person you complimented? My mom.

Are you the type of person to take naps, even if you've slept plenty? “Even if you’ve slept plenty” ha, right.

Do you have a crush on anyone at the moment? Nope.

The age old question: dogs or cats? Dogs.

When was the last time you saw your best friend? I see her everyday, all the time. We live together. She’s my mom.

Do you know any couples who resemble each other? No, but I’ve seen couples who do.

Have you ever been fired from a job? Why? Nope.

Are you tired right now? I always am. <<<

Do you like spring rolls? Yeah.

What do you live on in terms of a street, road, crescent, place, court etc? Lane.

How many purses or handbags do you own? Six. Do you get along with all your aunts and uncles? There’s one uncle we don’t talk to for reasons, but otherwise yeah. I haven’t seen any of my aunts or uncles in awhile, some I haven’t seen in years, but there’s no drama with them. I have one aunt that I’m really close to, though.

Have you ever eavesdropped and heard something you didn't want to hear? Yes.

When was the last time you used a pen, pencil or marker? I used a pen yesterday.

What's your favourite type of curry? I don’t eat curry.

Do you often go to do or say something and then just forget? It happens. Brain fog.

Who makes you laugh the hardest? My mom and brother.

Have you ever had casual sex? No.

What was the last thing you paid for with cash? Food.

What's the last letter of your middle name? Nah.

If your phone rang right now from a number you don't know, would you answer? Nope.

How long is your hair? Down to my butt.

What was your first pet's name and how did you pick that? The first pet whose name I picked was our dog, Scruffy, when I was about 4 or 5. I’m not sure how I chose that name. Do you drink diet or regular soda? Regular.

Have you ever been to Europe? No, but I’d love to.

Do you worry about your own health? Always. Yet, I admittedly don’t do some things I should be doing. I certainly could be doing a lot more.

Who did you last make plans with, and what plans did you make? Uhh, I made plans to watch something on Netflix with my mom tomorrow haha. Those are the only kind of plans I make nowadays.

Can you smell anything right now? My ramen.

How old were you when you got your first cell phone? 15.

When was the last time you bought a pair of shoes? I got a new pair for my birthday from my mom. All the shoes I have were birthday or Christmas gifts, to be honest. I don’t recall the last time I bought a pair of shoes myself.

Do you like fruit and vegetable combo juices? No. Or any kind of juice, period.

Have you ever been on a spring break trip? Yeah.

Would you rather be warmer or colder right now? I’d like if it were cold enough to need a blanket. We’re still not there yet in California even though it’s almost mid-October. :(

How tall are your highest heels? I don’t wear heels. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

What's your favourite flavour of frosting? Good ol’ vanilla is the best, but I like strawberry, lemon, and cream cheese as well.

When did you wake up today? I haven’t gone to bed, yet, it’s 3:58AM.

Do you change your appearance often? No. I haven’t in quite awhile.

Have you ever blocked someone on Facebook? Why? Yes.

How many people do you work with?

What was the last thing you ate? Ramen.

Do you have any plans for three hours in the future? Probably attempt sleep.

Has anyone ever made a comment about your weight that offended or upset you? Yeah, it’s frustrating.

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