#THE CAR SAUCE PLZ

[blamemma]

was tagged by the lovely talented splendid @officialmood 💗

relationship status: singggleeeeee plz keep all men away from me

fav color: yellow 💛

song stuck in my head: eat ur man by dom dolla & nelly furtardo.....it just feels gooood....also any of fishers new songs from his coachella set im such a simple woman god

last song I listened to: something in the orange - zach bryan

3 fave foods: idk like this has stumped me cause brain went straight to meals rather than foods so that's what you're getting....pumpkin gnocchi, lobster ravioli, and a blt from my local bakery because they have a secret sauce that is just chefs kiss

last google: lol adult shit..."sky stream"....cause ya know, tryna find a new tv, tryna streamline subscription services etc. etc. and i saw an advert for it on the tv

dream trip: japan or thailand probably basic answer but two bucket list places most definitely!!

anything I want right now: would fucking love a mcflurry right now actually and maybe some chicken nuggets....maybe i'll hop in the car....drive thru it....

tagging @yesloulou @thewindowatkirkland @reigningmax & @lilyrizzy if u would like too (and sorry if you've already done it x)

[lovelylusts]

Stop the World || Alex Turner || Request

Pairing: Post-TBHC!Alex x Virgin!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: first time/loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, cute lil petnames like doll, handjob, protected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it plz), where can i find a man like this?

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: pre-rona times obviously. thank you for your patience, my dear anon! i hope this was worth the wait!

In which your first sleepover with your boyfriend of 7 months leads to your first time.

There were no words in the English language that could really describe your past few months with Alex. All of your boyfriends before him were terrible - self-centered, only ever talked about themselves, cheaters - but Alex was so different from them that you were nearly convinced he wasn’t human. He was always a gentleman, always ensuring that he would respect whatever boundaries you set in place - whether it be discomfort with PDA, or having to tell him you were not yet ready to take the “next step” in your relationship, he was always respectful towards you.

And that brings you to your first time spending the night at Alex’s house, roughly seven months into dating. To say you were nervous would be an understatement - you knew that you were ready for whatever may happen once you two were under the covers of his queen-sized bed, but you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of butterflies arising in your stomach as you neared his house, your overnight bag sitting in the passenger seat beside you and you gripped your steering wheel. You took the familiar turn into the driveway to the gate that led to the high-class neighbourhood in which he lived, filled with white two-story houses that were a bit too close together for your liking, pressing the four-digit code into the keypad before driving into his neighbourhood towards his house. As the distance between his house and your car closed, the butterflies in your stomach fluttered more and more rapidly, until you parked your car in his driveway and your chest felt heavy.

It’s just one night, you thought to yourself. Everything will be ok.

You dragged yourself out of the driver’s seat of your car, walking around to gather your bag of belongings from the passenger’s side before trekking towards his front door. Your hands were shaking lightly, your head feeling a bit fuzzy, and you began to fear that your nerves would ruin your quality time with your beloved boyfriend. But when you saw him open the front door, presumably after hearing your car door be slammed shut, you felt your nerves begin to melt away - not all of them, but you definitely felt a lot better than you did during your car ride.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted as he neared you to take your bag from you, his long hair tied in a messy bun with a few loose hairs flowing in the cool breeze. “How was your day?”

You were relieved that he wasn’t bringing up any of the pressures you felt regarding your night with him, and that he was going about conversation in his regular manner - whether or not he could sense your tenseness, you weren’t sure, but you still appreciated the normalcy. You carried on the conversation as he led you inside his house, which you always thought was a bit too big for just one person, and smiled as he turned to face you and bring you into his arms. You were enveloped in his warmth and distinct cinnamon-like scent, nestling your face closer to him as if you were scared of losing grasp on this feeling.

He always made you feel so warm inside.

Your afternoon together went as per usual, with him listening to your gossip about co-workers, and you listening to new demos and song ideas that he had come up with in the gaps between visits. But as the night drew closer and closer, and you stood behind him with your arms wrapped around his torso as he prepared dinner, you felt your nerves come back. You prayed that he couldn’t sense the sudden tenseness in your body, or the mild shaking of your hands.

“What’s wrong, love? You feel tense,” he said, concern laced in his tone of voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied in response, hoping that he wouldn’t ask any further questions.

“You sure?” he asked, as if he could see right through your lie. He moved over to dump the pasta into the strainer that sat in the sink before turning to look at you as he spoke, leaning against the counter. “Seriously, what’s going on? Are you nervous to spend the night with me?”

“I…” You lowered your head in shame, staring at your minor scuffed boots. “Yeah. I am.”

“Love, you know I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, right? We don’t have to do anything like that if you don’t want to.”

“The thing is that I want to. I really want to. But I’m just scared, because, y’know, it’ll be my first time doing any of that stuff, and I don’t wanna mess it up,” you admitted, unable to look at your boyfriend as you feared his reaction to what you deemed an overreaction.

“It’s fine to be nervous. If you’re really ready to take that step, then I promise I’ll be gentle,” he said. He turned away from you to divide the pasta into two bowls and cover them with meat sauce before placing them at the table - again, the table was quite big for somebody who lived alone, but you figured it was because he had company over quite often. You two tried to move past the awkward conversation from the kitchen, instead going over your respective work affairs with laughter and smiles.

By the time the sun had completely set, you were both immersed in watching a random sci-fi movie that he picked from his extensive movie collection, though your mind was noticeably elsewhere, your eyes on the screen, though you were not processing a single thing that happened. You were weighing your options, going through each pro and each con of sleeping with Alex that night: you could either wait and just put off your nerves, or you could do it now and not have to worry about it in the future.

“Alex, love, I think I want to get it over with,” you said. You could feel him tense up beside you, though he quickly relaxed himself so as to not worry you.

“Are you 100% sure?” he asked. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

You swallowed, trying to breath slowly and deeply to calm your racing heart. “Yes. I want to do it.”

He reached forward to grab the tv remote from the coffee table, the screen going black at the push of a button, before he stood up and reached out his hand to assist you in standing beside him so he could walk with you towards his bedroom.

The room followed a neutral theme with paintings depicting a variety of different autumnal nature scenes, and a few fake plants littered the window sill. He had a king-sized bed with very simple beige bedding, a few throw pillows centered on the mattress decorated with various stitched patterns in varying colors to stand out against the monochromatic setting surrounding. Unsure as to what you were supposed to do, you turned to face him as he approached you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his already thick Sheffield accent growing thicker and his voice had become a bit deeper, softer.

“I am,” you nodded, looking deep into his dark brown eyes, seeing that his pupils had blown out as your eye contact continued on, before you felt him walking you backwards towards the bed until your knees hit the mattress, causing you to fall backwards onto the thick comforter. 

You watched as he unbuttoned his off-white button up, untucking it from his chocolate brown trousers and tossing it off somewhere, followed by the plain white wife beater he wore beneath it. You assumed you should follow after him and began to remove your own clothes, unbuttoning your blouse and throwing it to the side, followed by your pants.

“You’re so beautiful, doll,” he awed, a small smirk forming on his lips as he dropped his trousers to his ankles before stepping out of them. You could see that he was hard beneath his black boxers, and evidently he was quite big, which made you feel a bit nervous, but you calmed yourself by reminding yourself that he would take care of you. “I promise I’ll be careful, ok?”

“Ok,” you sighed out, your voice a bit shaky as he climbed on top of your nearly bare figure, pressing a kiss to your lips as he trailed his right hand down to play with the hem of your underwear right next to your heat. You felt the familiar tingle of arousal between your thighs as his fingers neared your sex, until you felt the pads of his fingers rubbing against your sensitive clit over your black underwear. You whined, bucking your hips against his hand and begging for him to further. “Please, I want your fingers. Please, Alex.”

Alex smirked against your lips, his hand pushing past the top hem of your panties until he was met with your soaking core, running his fingers through your arousal before bringing them back up to your clit to begin rubbing small circles over it. He kissed your neck softly as he listened intently to your sweet moans, taking in how your hips slightly rocked against his hand and your chest heaved. You felt a finger prodding at your tight entrance before slowly pushing in, your walls contracting at the odd intrusion - it was only something you had experienced on your own, but this was the first time somebody else had touched you this way. You never wanted to forget the feeling of his long finger thrusting against the soft spot within your walls. Ever.

“How does that feel?” he asked in a husky voice.

“S-so good,” you moaned out. “M-more. Another finger. Please, Alex.”

A second finger slid into your tight hole, a slight burn accompanying the stretch, but it wasn’t something you were completely unfamiliar with due to your own exploration through late nights on your own. His thumb still toyed with your clit as he thrusted his middle and ring finger against the internal sweet spot, leaving open-mouthed kisses, and every so often a hickey, on the skin of your jaw, neck, and collar.

You finally felt comfortable moving your own hand towards his body, a moment of confusion evident in the way he faltered for a bit before he realized what your intentions were, letting out a low groan as he felt your hand wrap around his hard member.

The two of you lied there, wrapped in each other’s warmth as you worked in tandem to prepare for the main event. You both momentarily forgot that you would be losing your virginity that night, though you were shortly reminded when a third finger plunged into you. Your thighs were shaking, the familiar knot growing in your stomach (notable quicker than when you were on your own.

“Alex… I think I’m gonna cum,” you whisper, unable to raise your voice in fears of being embarrassingly loud.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “Cum around my fingers.”

He groaned as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers, the motions of your hand around his cock pausing as you cried out his name, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body as you came harder than ever before.

“You look so beautiful when you cum,” he said, pulling his hand out of your underwear and removing your own hand from his. “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“I want you, Alex. I’m ready, I promise,” you said, still breathless from your orgasm. Although you were weak, you were still able to remove your bra and underwear; now your bare body was on full display as he worked on removing his own underwear, his large cock springing out from the cloth confines. From jerking him off, you could already tell he was well endowed, but now that you could actually see the member, your worries came back.

Is he gonna fit? How badly is this gonna hurt? Should I still go through with this?

“Doll,” he calls out, interrupting your train of thought. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I-I want to. I’m just nervous it’ll hurt,” you admit, leaning on your elbows and looking up at him, trying not to be distracted by his bare state.

“I prepped you, but if you’re nervous, I can do some more,” he suggested as he walked over the the nightstand beside you, opening the singular drawer from the dark wooden table, grabbing a silver packet - obviously a condom - from the disorganized drawer, before looking at you with concern.

“No need. I’m just nervous. Were you nervous your first time?” you asked with curiosity.

“Of course I was. But, I was also a horny teenager who was desperate to knock boots, so… Are you sure?”

You nodded quickly, watching as he tore the condom wrapper over and placed the piece of latex over his member before he climbed on top of you, holding himself up on his forearms. His member was resting against your lower abdomen, his lips pressing soft kisses to your next as he tried to soothe your worries. Before you knew it, he was grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance, asking you once again if you were ready, before proceeding to push forward. You cringed at the intrusion, a whimper leaving your swollen lips upon feeling the burning stretch of your walls as he pushed his hips closer towards your own, his thick length filling the tight virgin canal.

“You doin’ ok, doll?” he asked through a grunt. It wasn’t necessarily an unfamiliar sensation for him; however, it had been a while since he had been intimate with somebody on this level, and he had not been with a virgin in quite some time. Your walls felt so warm around him, so tight, and in that moment he felt so lucky that he had the high amounts of self-control that he did, because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

“Y-yeah,” you whisper with a tremble, and you could feel the sting of tears forming in your eyes; you attempted to blink them away, but they only hazed your vision and trickled down your temples onto the Egyptian cotton pillowcase. “Keep going.”

He nodded at your wish, kissing you gently to distract from the ever growing pain between your thighs, whispering to you to keep breathing and stopping every few pushes to make sure you were reading to continue. He eventually bottomed out, and you felt as if you were able to finally breathe normally, melting into his touch as he brought a hand to your face to wipe the tears off of your flushed face.

“You’re doing good,” he praised. “Let me know when you want me to move, ok?” He ran a large hand through your hair, kissing you all over your face as you calmed down.

“I’m ready, Alex. Make love to me,” you pleaded to him, grabbing his biceps to brace yourself for the upcoming main. He slowly began to pull his hips away from yours, steadily dragging his cock out of your sopping heat before he pushed forward again at a matching pace, intently watching your reactions to make sure he wasn’t hurting you too badly. The pain was unlike anything you had experienced before, but you welcomed it with open arms and the knowledge that it would soon fade into something more desirable. So you waited. You waited with tears until the pain subsided, whimpers and sobs of pain derailing into breathy moans and cries of his name as you held him so closely that he felt as if you feared letting him go.

You felt as if you had reached the ultimate euphoria as you felt him thrust into you, though you were certain he was not going as hard as he normally would in fear of harming you - he was always so gentle with you, and he wanted to take care of you now more than ever so as to not make your first time unpleasurable.

He felt as if you two were made for each other in every sense of the word - it was the way your hands fit perfectly together, the way your lips felt against his, the way your laughter made him feel as if his heart was going to grow so large it’d explode, the way your small sounds of pleasure filled his ears as he filled you in a way he hadn’t filled anyone else.

The familiar knot was slowly tying itself in your core as he began to speed up his thrusts, the burn had subsided completely and now you felt as if you were weightless and floating as he pleasured you. Then his fingers had once again made their way between your bodies to make contact with your clit, rubbing circles in the same manner as before. Many soft sounds filled the room, such as his low grunts, and your quiet whimpers, and the bed creaking ever-so-slightly as he rocked his body against yours.

“I’m close,” you whisper against his skin as you wrapped your legs around his lower torso, the knot now too noticeable to ignore. Your orgasm washed over you almost instantaneously, your body shaking as you came so hard that you swore you saw inverted stars against the white-hot flashes behind your closed eyes, a loud cry of his name leaving your hips as he overstimulated you.

“Fuck,” he moaned out, the constricting of your walls bringing him closer to the edge; and before he knew it, he too was finishing, filling the condom with his hot seed. He rolled off of you, collapsing on the bed beside you as he came down from the intense orgasm. “Well… how was that?” he asked after the brief moment of silence.

“It was… amazing. Thank you, Alex.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

“Because I can.”

[buck-nialled]

We need some niall finding out readers pregnant plz!!

NOTE: sorry i’ve been lacking on the writing lately, but I want to let you all know I am trying my hardest to write and get these last requests done whenever I get free time. Here is one of them, finally! Hope you guys like it and thank you all so much again for 1,000+ followers. That is still blowing my mind! <3

Socks - N. Horan Imagine

For knowing you well enough to be your husband, Niall was the most abstruse when it came to your signals. Today marks the beginning of your second month of pregnancy, and the constant reminder to just flat-out tell him the news was quietly mocking you in the back of your mind. It was only a week or two (your doctor approximated) before a bump will become present in your middle.

As you sat on the couch, eyes trained on the little blue gift bag, nearly overflowing with the tissue paper rising out of it. While you continued waiting for your man to arrive home, your mind occupied itself with all of your failed attempts.

One Month Ago

You were the first thing his arms enveloped when he walked through the door and shucked his shoes off of his feet. The familiar shuffling entered your ears and sounded over the boiling pasta sat in front of you on the stove. “Hey, love,” He greeted you with a kiss planted against your temple and slid his hands beneath the bottom of your top for a firmer grip on your waist. The silver wedding band you still needed to remind him to take off before showering or sleeping sent chills down your spine when it made contact with your warm skin. A feeling of comfort filled you from his touch and also the explanation your doctor had given you days prior as to why your stomach has been so finicky with what you put in it lately.

“Hi,” you answered back in a soft voice, abandoning the ladle beside the pot for your husband’s hands instead. When you followed the same trail underneath your cotton shirt to interlock fingers with him, you tilted your head back to meet his sparkling eyes. You hoped the small bean inhabiting your stomach would attain the same shade in their irises. Before you could admire Niall’s features further, his eyelids fell closed and he bent down to lay a chaste kiss to your lips. A small clink sounded when your wedding bands tapped against each other, eliciting giggles from both of you amidst your lip-locking. He pecked your lips once more before fully separating his pair from your own and turning his attention back to the stove.

“Whatcha making?” He hummed, deciding to let his chin inhabit your shoulder while his calloused thumbs ran across the back of your hands.

“Chicken parmesan.” The inevitable grin that stretched along your face made you thankful you were turned away from Niall’s privy eyes. Your expression told all-too-well when something made you overly excited and always demanded ceaseless questions from your husband asking what happened in a tone equally as enthusiastic. At least he was staying true to his vows, you thought, thinking back to his declaration at the altar where he swore to be ecstatic over anything that caused you the most minuscule amount of glee. Niall matches your excitement, bouncing on his legs during him asking you, “with your mom’s famous sauce?” It dropped soon after when you mustered a disappointing shake of your head.

“I went to the market a few days ago and they didn’t have most of the ingredients.” Guilt began gnawing at your insides as soon as the fib slipped off of your tongue. Keeping the stoic expression while delivering the news was difficult, but you managed.

“Oh,” your eyes were trained on the steaming bot as your fingers slowly turned the knob to the stovetop down, halting the bubbles forming at the surface of the water and noodles. “So, what did you get?” You turned to bring the pot of noodles towards the colander in the sink and spot Niall’s brow, perched high on his face with suspicion.

“Check the spice cabinet.” You instructed, slowly dumping the scorching contents of the pot into the strainer. After allowing the hot water to seep into the drain, Niall obeyed your directions.

“Prego?” The disgusted murmur made your lips curl up in a devious smile. Two deep breaths were all it took for you to compose yourself enough to return the freshly strained pasta to the pot and deliver it back to the stove.

“Yep.” You answered simply.

“Why Prego?” Niall wondered aloud. A shrug of your shoulders and why not, Prego is the only answer he was gifted. He allowed it with a pondering sigh, twisting the jar around in his hands to read over the ingredients, his ring occasionally clinking against the glass. A pleasant DING drew you away from the sight as you eagerly reached for the nearest pair of oven mitts. Linking the dots from a bottle of pasta sauce was outlandish to assume from Niall, you knew this.

You noised a small, ‘ah’ and opened the oven door enough for a sliver of heat to crawl out. A content smile was brought to your face by the sight of the golden-brown bread laid out on the pan. “I forgot about my buns in the oven.” You murmured towards Niall, who glanced at you curiously as you cautiously retrieved the pan from the appliance.

“Buns,” he whispered to himself. “But,” he spoke louder at that time, earning a wondering gaze from your spot in the kitchen, “we always have garlic bread on pasta nights.” His comment was on the border of becoming a whine. It took you a few moments to process that Niall was still having difficulty catching on.

“I…you-but…” you stammered, blinking in bafflement. “Do you not get it?” Your mouth hung agape.

“Get what?” His brows furrowed in perplexity and a slight upset that his favorite side had been replaced with plain rolls. A sigh left you.

“Never mind.”

Two Weeks Ago

Intimate nights in with your husband came in the form of warm bubble baths and booze. Fortunately, nixing one of those from your agenda brought fewer questions from Niall than you initially thought when you gave him the lousy excuse that they had been the cause for your recent headaches or stomach troubles. Rather than ending a sensual night with merlot-stained lips, he offered to brew you a calming herbal tea instead. You took it graciously and sighed in bliss from the first sip once it traveled down your throat.

“I know I’m not drunk right now, but I’m going to say something crazy anyways.” You shifted your position on the couch, so your body was fully leaning against Niall’s naked torso. He chuckled and accepted your languid figure with open arms.

“Go ahead, petal. M’ all ears.” He mumbled, taking a break from the recorded golf match on the television before you. He pressed a delicate kiss against your forehead.

“You are such a DILF.” You giggled the words into his bare chest, but Niall understood almost everyone.

“I’m a…”

You brought your face away from his peck and repeated, “A DILF,” with your voice much clearer. Niall answered with a hesitant thank you before admitting he had no clue what the word meant. Yet another aggravated sigh passes through your mouth.

“Forget about it.” You decided and lifted the mug of warm tea to your lips for another sip.

Present

The muffled sound of a car door smacking shut makes your body brittle instantly. Behind your ribs, you felt the comforting thumps of your heart rapidly increase. Placing your palms against your stomach cloaked by one of Niall’s sweatshirts, you began whispering urgently to the raspberry-sized life taking form inside of you.

“Daddy’s home. Let’s go tell him the good news!” You hoisted yourself up from the couch. The thought of not being able to even do that within the coming months has you both equally excited and dreadful.

“Hey, love.” Your husband enters the door, greeting you over the sound of crinkling plastic bags. “Sorry I took so long. I only meant to grab a few things…” he chuckles sheepishly, bringing a hand around to scratch the back of his neck. “You mind helping bring the rest in? I’ll start putting them up.”

As badly as you wanted to blurt the news out right then, you conceded with a nod. A few more minutes of waiting will not kill you. While grabbing as many bags as you could from the trunk of Niall’s car, you cursed at the sight of something falling from the bottom of one of the bags. You grumbled, inspecting the tear at the bottom of the plastic before turning your gaze to the ground. A sharp intake of breath, a few blinks of your eyes…were they not deceiving you?

Observing the pair of baby socks on the ground was one thing. But reaching down and swooping the two identical pieces of cloth was a whole new experience. Tears brimmed your eyes, and thoughts floated through your head, all leading back to the same question: how did Niall find out?

You re-entered the house, setting all of the bags beside the few Niall had carried inside with him. “Thanks, petal. What do you want fo—” He turns away from the open refrigerator and freezes when he sees the pair of baby socks in your hand. “Can I ask?”

“Uh…I like dinosaurs. These were the only size they carried em in.” You tilt your head sideways and lifted your brows in a knowing stare.

“Niall…how did you find out?”

“F-find out what?”

“That I’m pregnant.” The two of you remain catatonic in the room for a few seconds. Had it not been for the humming of the refrigerator, you would have thought the time was paused.

“Your pregnant?” Niall croaks out, eyes sympathetic. A hand reaches up to glide the brown tendrils from his forehead. “I just saw those walking through the store and thought it’d be time to try again. I-I was going to ask when I thought you were ready, but…” like a wall had collapsed between the two of you, Niall strides to the opposite side of the kitchen where you were stood, mouth ajar. He embraces your hands in his.

“It’s true? You’re…we…” He couldn’t find words, but there were none necessary. You nodded furiously, squeezing his hands tight in your own, and thinking how soon it will be for another pair to join them.

“I found out right away when I went to my doctor’s visit almost two months ago. I’ve been trying to hint it at you this whole time, you just never noticed.”

“You were?” Niall gasps. “Wait…is that why you called me daddy in bed the other night?” Niall’s eyes enlarge and you flush a shameful red, recalling your desperation between the sheets just last week.

“No comment. Anyways…” you retreat into the living room. Niall was tailing you the entire way to the small coffee table, where you raised the bag and handed it to him. “This was the only other idea I had that would get the point across. I was going to give it to you when you walked in, but, you know…”

Niall eagerly sifts through all of the tissue paper, until his hands grasp of the piece of clothing in victory. He removes it from the bag and unfolds it, to reveal a navy-blue onesie, fit for an infant. Bold, white text mimicking the font to his latest album, Heartbreak Weather, reads out “Nice to Meet Ya, Dad!” It was only seconds before your face was colliding against Niall’s shoulder, his strong arms clutching both you and his future child’s first piece of clothing. He sinks to his knees before you, lifting the sweatshirt you were still donning in exchange for the sight of your stomach.

"S' nice to meet ya too, little one."

[myelocin]

love, like it just is | hanamaki t.

synopsis: when he says you’re his favorite everything, you know there’s a little more to it.

characters: hanamaki takahiro, me you

genre/wc: fluff, 800+

a/n: i’m never getting over him plz

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When he says that you’re his favorite everything, first your heart skips, then relaxes, before you exhale and smile at him instead of reply.

Hanamaki Takahiro is your best friend above anything.

But because you wish for a time where he becomes your lover just as much as he is your best friend, you suppose there are also moments where you feel like being in the moment with him is the best thing you could do for each other.

“I love you,” you could say, and you could repeat it too. Over and over again until your throat is hoarse with screamed confessions or lips bruised with giving and taking kisses from one another that never feels enough.

And you could kiss him. Once, twice, a hundred times again and again because you know you can never be drunk with him. Where kisses with Takahiro, you think, would always feel sober instead of drunk, but you think that’s the very reason why you feel like loving him would never get old.

Sometimes he’d murmur a joke he read on his newsfeed that day, laughing even hours later when he’s driving and hitting the steering wheel because he can’t get the fucking joke out of his head. Or grab your face and squeeze your cheeks in between his hands until it’s you who’s hitting his chest and telling him to let go.

Because in moments where you feel high with the love you feel with him instead of from him—that’s when everything clicks.

And the click is soft instead of the resonating sound you’d read about in the countless articles that told you what love is supposed to feel like. There was no burst of fireworks in the skyline nor did his eyes gleam in the moonlight.

Instead, as you stare at Takahiro from his profile as he opens his mouth a little too widely to try to eat the remaining portion of his burger in one go, when you smile, that’s when you feel it.

You love him.

“Did I do something?” he asks and you only look at him, feeling your heart swell with all the love you’re just now conscious that you have for him when he smiles at you with streaks of cheese sauce still on his lips.

“Hiro, ew,” you say, fishing in your bag for the wipes he knows you always keep with you and just like that the scattered fragments of love click for him.

Softly, tenderly—slowly.

But it still clicks.

“I think I really am in love with you,” Takahiro wants to say but instead he holds your hand and smiles as you reach forward and dab at the corner of his lips for him. Because the fragments that click for him first appear in the pieces of memories he associates with you.

Thrift shopping on Saturdays to pass the afternoon somewhere air conditioned, where he’d watch you twirl in the second hand wedding dresses his heart secretly skips at. Where drunkenly getting matching tattoos of a strawberry on your wrists that one night a few months ago becomes something you laugh at him with instead of regret.

The peach flavored candies he began keeping in his car because he thought of you that one time in the grocery store, right next to the center console where he keeps a few polaroids of the two of you safely tucked inside.

Takahiro smiles while he looks at you as he remembers the fragments. Where the fragments—as scattered as they are finally click into place and come to him as a feeling.

“I’m inlove with you,” he thinks but chooses not to say because he says a joke he knows you never fail to laugh at instead.

And as you look at him, even as the sides of his lips are smudged with the cheese sauce he can never go without, your heart feels light.

You already see his confession before he even says it.

“I can’t kiss you because I hate cheese,” you murmur, laughing as Takahiro presses his forehead against yours regardless.

“Are you reading my mind?” you hear him ask, his voice still amplified despite the crashing of the waves against the shoreline audible in the background.

“Nah, you’re just pretty obvious,” you snicker. “Your breath smells like cheese, Hiro. Ew.”

“I know you’d still kiss me anyway,” he laughs as he pulls away, taking a swig of the iced peach tea you got him hooked on.

“Wanna try your luck?” you challenge, turning to face him and watching as the indigo in the sky blends with his eyes.

“Are you gonna let me?” Takahiro hums, face already leaning in towards yours.

You lean in anyway, your lips already pulled to a smile; cheese sauce be damned.

[concerned-friend3]

TW // ED

(I'm not pro anna I just think I need a tw for people who can be triggered <3)

I've been trying to stick to a healthy diet that also helps lose weight lol so ig I'm gonna go over what that is at the moment (ps. I don't like to calorie count)

- breakfast: 1 apple and some peanut butter

- lunch: sweet potato with fake butter (sometimes vegan cheese)

- snack: yogurt with honey or sugar

- dinner: 1 egg OR 1 chicken breast with whatever sauce I feel like (sometimes I'm forced to eat :( but if i am I just workout to burn it off)

other things I'm going to do:

- walk daily: every lunch time if I'm at home I will run or i will park my car far away so i can run back to my car when im at college

- work out: not daily, every 2 or 3 days I want to do an ab workout or something but nothing too much :)

- dance: dancing is SO GOOD for weight loss, when i was at my ugw i was dancing daily!

- have 'binge' days: it sounds counter productive but if u eat more one day of the week it stops plateauing but dont overdo it plz stay safe <3

- drink water: also add lemon in! ^^^^ if u can read japanese I have been using this 'idol water' recipe (tell me if u want it translated, i don't think this post will reach any1 who wants it lol)

p.s. I know it lowkey looks like the IU diet but this is genuinely what works for me :) she is my inspo as we are the same height and body type. Feel free to ask me Qs but I'm not an expert lol I can use my experience only.

[horrendoushag]

The Nasty Ecto Fries

Yeah, guess who heckin’ made a phango phic :DDD

Crossover between Supernatural and Danny Phantom

Word count: 3385

Prompts filled: Crossover, Wes Weston, Sam works at the Nasty Burger, ghost hunger, and identity reveal

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21539389

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13438585/1/The-Nasty-Ecto-Fries

plz enjoy my dudes

The house was two stories, blue, with white borders. A normal house in a normal suburban neighborhood.

Dean sighed, straightening his tie. “Okay, why are we here again? I mean, ghost superhero? Pretty sure that’s a load of tourist trap bullcrap.”

Sam rolled his eyes, flipping open the folder in his hands. “Well,” he said, consulting the text, “it sure makes an awful lot of property damage for a hoax.”

“Yeah, that’s because the mayor’s in on it. Did you hear the way he talked? What a slimeball.” He snatched the folder from Sam’s hands, waving a hand at the collage of pictures on the first page. “And have you seen this jumpsuit? It’s terrible. Look at that symbol on his chest—what the hell is that supposed to be?”

“I got Bobby on it, Dean.” Sam took the folder and threw it in the back seat. “Come on. We’ve got a witness to interview.”

Dean pushed open the door to the drivers side of the car, stepped out, and slammed it behind him, blinking in the light of the summer sun. He let Sam take the lead as they strode up to the front door. Sam pressed the doorbell, and they waited.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, socks sliding on the floor, and a loud thud, then the rattling of a doorknob being fumbled with, and finally it was opened by a freckly, dishevelled, red-haired teenager who was clutching his side.

“Hey,” Sam put up his sunniest smile, “are you Wesley Weston?”

“It’s Wes.” The kid’s eyes darted to and fro. “You the reporters from Daily News?”

Sam nodded. “Yes, I’m Sam McQueen, and this is my partner, Dean Reid. May we come inside?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Wes beckoned them inside with a lanky arm. Once they were both in the entryway, he poked his head out the door and had a long, paranoid look around before shutting it quietly. He led them into the living room and motioned them to the couch, sitting across from them in a puffy armchair.

“So Wes,” Dean began, pulling out a notepad and pen, “you said you had some, uh, important information about this Danny Phantom. What is it exactly that you wanted to tell us?”

A wild gleam appeared in Wes’ eye, and from beneath the coffee table he snatched an overstuffed black binder. A few loose scraps of paper fluttered to the ground, and Dean glimpsed words like, “ghost???” and “Fenton”—the local ghost hunters, with the son conspicuously named Danny. “THIS,” Wes declared in a loud whisper, “is all the information I’ve compiled on Phantom over the last three years. Everything the public needs to know is in here, from his favorite color to his secret identity.”

Sam blinked, taken aback, and Dean could confidently say that this kid seemed a little nuts.

“Secret identity…?” Sam said slowly, his own notepad in hand.

Wes nodded frantically, the gleam in his eyes reaching blinding levels of intensity. “Yes, based on a number of factors, I have concluded that the ghost boy is secretly…” He slammed the binder down on the coffee table and dramatically flipped it open. “...Danny Fenton!”

Dean leaned closer to peer at the photos, though not too close—he didn’t want to be within striking distance of this kid.

The first picture was a candid of a smiling Danny Fenton, eating fries in the Nasty Burger restaurant on the other side of town. The second was a slightly blurry image of Phantom, punching some kind of animalistic “ghost” with a fierce expression on his face.

Dean looked from one to the other for a minute, comparing build and coloring and facial structure, and came to the only natural conclusion. He let out a groan, leaning back in his chair. “So it really is a hoa—ow!”

Sam withdrew his elbow from where it had been digging into Dean’s ribs, his polite smile still pasted perfectly in place. “Really? That’s fascinating.” He started scribbling something on his notepad. “What are the factors that led you to this conclusion?”

“Well, the first hint was this—” He pointed to the photos. “—I mean, it’s immediately obvious that they look really similar, right? Like the only difference is the hair and eyes. And then—” He flipped to the next page, a graph. “—we have some classes together and I noticed that whenever there’s about to be a ghost attack, Fenton just happens to leave right before Phantom appears. On top of that,” he flipped the page again, “whenever Phantom is seen in public, Fenton isn’t there. Just poof, completely vanished—I’ve asked around, no one sees him.” Wes swung his head up to look them both in the eyes, breathing heavily now. “Danny Fenton is half ghost.” And with a note of desperation in his voice, “You believe me, right?”

Dean rustled up an agreeable grin. “Of course we do. We’ll make sure this goes through all the right channels, it might even end up on the front page.” He gave the kid a firm pat on his shaking shoulder and stood. “We’ll be sure to follow up on this soon, but now it’s getting late, we should be going. Thank you for your time, Wes. Come on, Sam.”

“But you’ve only been here for three minutes!” Wes protested.

Sam opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was never made it out, because Dean got there first. “We are very busy people, Mr. Weston, and we can’t spend all our time today with you. Don’t worry, we’ll be calling to set up another appointment later.” He speedwalked to and through the door before he could hear whatever protests were sent his way next, Sam right behind him.

“Seriously, Dean?” Sam hissed as they climbed into the car. “He could’ve been onto something. Weirder things have happened.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Are you kidding? You could fertilize a field with that much bullcrap. I am not going to believe that a superpowered teenager is living is this town fighting ‘ghosts’—I mean, those aren’t even ghosts! They all look like they came out of Ghostbusters, and according to reports, they’re much more… interesting than real ghosts.” He plugged the keys into the ignition and pulled into the road.

Sam turned his gaze to the windshield. “I guess it doesn’t make much sense when you put it that way.” He chuckled. “Actually, it’s pretty ridiculous—you might be right about the whole hoax thing. And Mayor Masters is definitely making money off this.”

Dean’s brow furrowed. “You know, didn’t it seem like he had a weird obsession with Maddie Fenton?”

Ten minutes later they pulled into the Nasty Burger parking lot for a late lunch. They’d been by yesterday as well, and found that despite the name of the place, the food actually wasn’t terrible. Though their “nasty sauce” was… really something.

Dean perused the menu thoughtfully. “I’ll have a… number two,” he informed the grumpy goth girl behind the counter, whose name tag read “Samantha”. “And, uh, no onions please.”

She punched the order in with a little more force than strictly necessary and then turned to Sam with a disdainful raised eyebrow.

“I’ll have the Nasty Salad,” Sam said.

“Really, Sam? Just a salad?”

Samantha looked confused for a second before wiping the expression off her face.

Sam sent him a glare. “Fine. And a small fry.”

“Finally, someone with taste,” the girl muttered, then louder, “And to drink?”

“Just water.”

Samantha typed in Sam’s order with much less aggression, then handed them cups and sent them on their way to the soft drinks station. Drinks in hand, they took their seats in a booth by a window.

“So,” Dean said after taking a sip from his soda. “That kid was kinda crazy.”

“Dean,” Sam admonished.

“What? That was some stalker level obsession. He had pages of random info on—”

“Do you think anyone would notice if I put some ecto on my fries?”

Dean stopped. Twisted around to look.

On the other side of the aisle, one booth down, sat Danny Fenton, holding an open thermos whose contents were definitely glowing green.

“If you keep talking so loudly, yeah,” hissed the black kid seated across from him. “But I dunno, give it a shot. I bet Vlad would be scandalized.”

“Tucker… that is an excellent point.” Fenton smirked and overturned the thermos on his fries. The green glowing substance came oozing slowly out with a similar consistency to ketchup, though it somewhat resembled ectoplasm.

Dean turned to exchange a glance with Sam, whose eyebrows were so far up his forehead he was afraid they might fly away. He leaned over the table and hissed, “Do you have the EMF meter?”

Sam nodded, reaching into his jacket and pulling out said ghost detector. He switched it on, pulled out the antenna, and flicked it off again when it immediately started making a high-pitched whining noise.

The Fenton kid’s head snapped in their direction, eyes narrowed. Dean froze with his hand halfway to the salt packets. Fenton’s eyes were unblinking, unnerving. Not normal.

“FOR GOD’S SAKE, SAM, JUST TAKE YOUR LUNCH BREAK!”

The moment was broken.

The door to the kitchen slammed open, and Samantha—or Sam, it seemed—came storming out. She flung herself into the seat next to Tucker, laid her head on the table, and gave a drawn-out groan. “I hate this place.”

“Maybe you should quit,” Tucker suggested.

“And have my parents make me work somewhere worse? No thank you.” She sat up. “Also, I’m pretty sure they’re paying my boss to make sure my name tag says Samantha.”

Fenton picked up a possibly ectoplasm-covered fry and popped it into his mouth. “How about we—”

“Order sixty-six please, order sixty-six.”

Dean glanced at his receipt. “That’s us. You go get the food, I’ll watch them.” He turned back to their table, keeping one conspicuous eye on the teenagers.

As soon as Sam was out of earshot, Fenton grabbed his fries and stood up. “You know what Sam, I bet you’re sick of Nasty Burger food. Let’s go somewhere else for your lunch.”

“Please,” Sam agreed.

“But—” Tucker started.

Fenton sent him a sharp look. “No, Tucker, we really should go somewhere else.” His eyes flicked to Dean and back. “It’s getting a little crowded, don’t you think?”

Dean quickly turned his head away, but he was pretty sure Fenton’s friends had spotted him anyway.

“Oh yeah, I guess it is getting kinda stuffy in here,” Tucker said. “C’mon.”

Sam came back with the food in to-go bags as the kids were hightailing it out the door.

Dean shot to his feet, grabbing both their drinks and a couple salt packets. “Let’s follow them.”

“Dean, don’t you think this might look a little creepy? Two guys following a few teenagers? The EMF might have just been coming from the restaurant.”

He dropped the drinks in the garbage and pushed the door open. “Yeah, but I’ve got a gut feeling. Something’s weird about that kid. Also, ecto fries.”

Sam frowned. “I thought we weren’t going to believe Wes about this.”

“We’re not! He was definitely wrong about the Phantom thing, but he was right that something’s off.”

Fenton and his friends were waiting at the crosswalk down the block. Dean went ahead while Sam dropped the food off in the car, and he tailed them from about half a dozen yards. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they were casting around a lot of shifty glances.

A look behind him told him Sam was hanging back. Dean gave a nod of approval—it was much more noticeable when two tall men were trailing a couple kids than when there was just one. Though it might look like Sam was stalking him.

Two blocks later, Dean was sure they’d both been spotted. Fenton abruptly pulled his friends into an alley, and Dean sped up, brushing past other pedestrians, and turned down the alley to find it… empty.

Sam caught up a moment later, and Dean turned to face him with arms spread wide. “Well, that was a bust. They just disappeared!”

Sam rummaged around his pockets and pulled out the EMF meter again. It squealed and lit up bright red.

“Crud,” muttered a sourceless voice down the alley.

“Show yourself!” Sam barked.

There was some shuffling, a flurry of whispers, and Fenton and his friends stepped out from behind a dumpster that shouldn’t have been able to hide them.

The EMF got louder and brighter. Dean ripped open one of the salt packets and threw it.

Tucker let out a girly shriek, and Samantha and Fenton threw up their arms to shield their eyes. While they were distracted, Sam stowed the EMF and they both reached for their guns.

“What the heck? Is this salt?”

Dean stopped with his fingers on the handle of his colt.

Fenton was examining the salt on his hands with a look of utter confusion. It didn’t seem to be affecting him at all.

Sam’s arm lowered slightly. “Aren’t you a ghost?”

All three of them froze.

“Of course Danny’s not a ghost!” Tucker blurted out. “He’s totally normal. Regular old teenager.”

“Yeah!” Samantha smiled nervously. “Nothing to see here, just normal people doing normal people things.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “Really? Then what was up with the EMF just now?”

Fenton gasped suddenly, his breath fogging in the warm air. “Get down!”

Dean ducked reflexively, Sam doing the same next to him. There was a flash of green light and an ear piercing shriek, and Dean looked up just in time to see a shapeless green blob go careening through the air, screeching horribly.

A nervous chuckle had him looking back at Danny. “Uh—I can explain?”

“You better,” Dean growled. His fingers itched to grab his gun. “What are you, what was that, and what did you just do?”

“Um, well, you know who my parents are, right?”

“Yeah,” Sam said slowly. “Jack and Maddie Fenton, the… ectobiologists.”

“The ghost hunters,” Danny emphasized. “They gave me and Sam and Tucker some weapons for in case ghosts attack. That was a ghost, by the way, the green thing? So I shot it with an ecto gun. That’s what just happened.”

“Ghost hunters?” Dean scoffed. “Yeah right, they couldn’t catch a ghost if it was right under their noses. Their phony science is hardly ‘ghost hunting’.”

Danny’s eyes narrowed. The temperature dropped several degrees, and if he wasn’t much mistaken, the kid’s eyes had turned a radioactive green.

His hand flew to his gun before he could think about it and aimed at the thing in front of them in one smooth movement.

“Danny!” Samantha hissed.

The kid blinked and the glow was gone. He paled, normal blue eyes flicking from Dean’s face to the gun and back again. “Double crud.”

“So kid,” Dean said, voice low, “what are you?”

Fenton shifted. His gaze darted from alley wall to alley wall to the entrance, which was blocked by Dean and Sam. His two friends were equally tense, Samantha clutching something in her pocket that was probably dangerous.

Tucker held up his phone. “I-if you don’t put that down—” He gulped. “I’m calling the police.”

“Dean,” Sam said, “I don’t think he’s planning to hurt anyone. We should talk.”

Dean looked the kid in the eyes for a long moment, then nodded. He relaxed his stance, lowered the gun slowly, and tucked it into the back of his jeans again. “You can relax. Safety wasn’t even off.”

“I feel so much better,” Samantha muttered.

They ignored her.

“What happened just now?” Sam demanded.

Danny took a deep breath. “If I tell you this, you have to promise you won’t tell anyone. I could get in huge trouble if some people found out, you have no idea—and you have to promise you won’t try to kill me!”

“Okay,” Sam agreed, “we won’t tell anyone. And we won’t try to kill you.” Unless we have to, was the unspoken addition that only Dean knew was there.

“Danny, you’re seriously going to tell these guys?” Tucker exclaimed. “I thought this was supposed to be a secret!”

“Yeah, well, they already know I’m not normal. If I tell them they might think twice before trying to end me, and if I don’t they might just try to hunt me down anyway.” He looked Dean in the eyes, and his resolve almost seemed to falter for a second. “I’m—” He swallowed heavily. “I’m half ghost.”

Dean’s train of thought screeched to a stop, but not before bowling over his precariously balanced sense of normal. “Excuse me?”

Now that the words had left his mouth Fenton appeared to be unable to stop talking. “Well, I kinda went into my parents’ ghost portal and got shocked and now I’m half dead, we don’t actually know how it works, but we’re trying to figure it out, kinda.”

“Next thing you know he’s gonna be telling us he’s actually Danny Phantom,” Dean grumbled.

“Yeah… about that…”

Dean’s jaw dropped. “So you’re saying the Weston kid was right?”

The trio’s faces scrunched up in matching expressions of distaste.

“Seriously? You talked to Wes?” Danny shuddered. “He’s always trying to out me. And he’s been kinda more nuts than usual lately. He followed me with a camera for six blocks yesterday.”

“Creepy,” Sam muttered.

“So you get ghost powers,” Dean said slowly, “and the first thing you do is become a freaking superhero?”

“Uh, not quite first thing, but yeah, pretty much.” Danny grinned sheepishly.

“Wait,” Sam interrupted. “So if all the stuff going on around here is real, what’s with all the ghosts?”

“Well, they’ve been escaping the Ghost Zone through the portal,” Danny explained matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, but… why do they look like that?”

Danny’s face turned to a puzzled frown. “What do you mean? They’re ghosts. Aren’t you guys ghost hunters? You should know what they look like.”

“These ghosts you have don’t look anything like what we’ve seen. Yours are…” Sam trailed off. “Very colorful. More inhuman, and more powerful. We actually thought it was some kind of show put on for tourists, though the property damage was weird enough. That’s why we came to check it out in the first place…”

“Huh. I thought this was normal. I think I’ve only met one ghost that wasn’t crazy weird, a kid at my school.”

“Maybe it’s a different type of ghost,” Sam suggested. “Or something else entirely.”

“Uh, no,” Danny scoffed, “I’m definitely half dead, not part monster-from-another-dimension, or whatever.”

“Right, different type it is,” Dean decided.

Sam frowned like a thought had just come to him. “Did you notice the mayor has a weird obsession with your mom?”

Danny hesitated. “Yeah. I noticed. I can’t really do anything about it, though.”

“Why not?” Dean raised his hands. “You have ghost powers, why not go in there and set him straight?”

“I can’t. It’s complicated.” He looked down at his shoes, then back up again. “So, you guys sticking around, or are you gonna take off now that you know what’s going on?”

Dean exchanged a glance with Sam. “You got everything handled here? Your parents helping?”

Danny shrugged. “More or less. Mom and Dad do their best.”

“They approve of you ghost hunting?”

His eyes shifted. “...Yeah. They’ve been trying to get me into it for ages.”

“All right then. Here, gimme your phone.”

Danny took a step back, hand drifting toward his pocket. “What? Why?”

“So I can put our numbers in it in case you ever need help. Come on.” Dean gestured impatiently.

“It’s fine, really, I have Sam and Tucker and my parents—”

“Yeah, and we can help you too. Never hurts to have extra backup.”

Danny paused a moment longer, then sighed. “Fine, here you go.”

He handed Dean a beat-up flip phone, and he wasted no time punching in two of his three numbers as well as Sam’s. “If you run into a ghost that’s different than the ones you’re used to, more human—or anything else—and you don’t know how to take it out, give us a call. All right?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Danny took the phone back and stared at it with an unreadable expression. “I will.”

[blankdblank]

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…

Again you sat at the dinner table, you had a semester left in school and then you were free, that is all you kept telling yourself. Each night you would sit, silently at the table eating until your father was done and then not a bite more. King’s rule, ‘No one eats unless the King does’, so when he would binge drink and pass out there was no lunch, no dinner and while he fought his hangover with an egg, Tabasco sauce and some juice you would sit at the table waiting until he got up to head to work. You would think he was in some dead end job, but he was the head of a multi billion dollar company, not the owner, but the head. Merely a very replaceable cog in the machine, and you were made to know that, daily.

.

With five half siblings you would assume that there were enough children to keep his eyes off you, boy was that wrong. The only child of his second, now deceased wife, a daughter after his oldest son and twin daughters, after you there was another boy, his joyous surprise with another mystery pair on the way. In the group of fiery straight haired Elves you were the oddball with pitch black hair always curled and knotting, pooling into your face hiding your bright purple eyes.

The rules, it would seem, were only for you and no one else. Naoi, your older brother got what he wanted when he wanted it, and always seemed to have a problem with you. His other sisters went ignored and his baby brother, who wanted to be just like him was adored, and since you were three you could remember always, anything precious to you was taken. All you had was a single female friend, Nellie, and when you reached your sophomore year she caught Naoi’s eye, not because she was his type, no, she was far too short, overweight and was completely far too considerate to even take the last napkin in a diner coated in sauce in case another person would need it later.

But all that changed on a dime. Even with her knowing exactly who they were she went with a twisted take on the old adage, “Make yourselves sheep and the wolves will eat you.” So she joined them, cold and distant she spilled all you had said to your brother and now there was hell to pay. It used to just be an ‘accidental’ shove here, and a subtle elbow there between routine trippings and Eru help you if you tried to tell your father.

You got perfect grades because he made it clear what would happen if you didn’t, five broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder spelled it out quite plainly, a lesson a nine year old should never have to learn. Silence was key, be attentive, but silent and unseen unless called and nights were not safe for you in that house. Beaten and broken you sat huddled in the library trying not to cry when an odd blonde boy approached you, without a word he saw your bag and picked it up. A nod of his head later and you followed him back to his house. Anywhere was safer than home.

Legolas Greenleaf, the glimmer of hope in your life, a new transfer student who had seen how your siblings treated you and how you would jump into the car as soon as it pulled up, knowing what would happen if you took too long. He put two and two together and was determined to help, after that day he not so subtly stalked you and found that day as his day to pounce. It was already set up, a spare room was all prepped for you, and in the lavish home with ten to spare with a busy Grandpa and Father both working on tv out in Greenwood, leaving him to his Grandmother’s care he had the time and ability to sneak you in. With a portion of dinner he had saved heated up he sat you on the bed sharing you were welcome here each night whenever you needed it. Eventually after five reaffirmations you stayed a second night eventually finding yourself there nightly, sneaking the meals Legolas had set aside for you.

But your new friend, at least with family, was far from sneaky. Taule, his grandmother, on the second night spotted Legolas and you in the kitchen and the black hand print on your arms made it clear why he was sneaking you in. You were clearly identifiable from her picking him up from school and she could see who he was hiding you from. A secret soon shared with her husband and son, who both ensured there was always a surplus of food to share and the spare room was never occupied by anyone but you and fully stocked for anything. Holding to the illusion until Legolas or you slipped up or felt the urge to share.

.

Tearfully you sat at the dinner table, eyes down, while the Teacher who had assumed your continuous late or mostly completed assignments were due to not caring got a front row seat into just who you were dealing with at home. His first glimpse of the current project he had assigned, clay busts of mythological creatures, was clear through the open door to the garage, nearly complete and a week early. The dinner went well, in theory.

But the usually argumentative student aiming to point out the vagueness of his questions and slides always stirring another argumentative student, Legolas, who was all too eager to plead for your case in extensions or expansions on the project’s ordered prompt. Now he knew why, all dinner Naoi was presented as the prodigal son and student when your teacher had heard from his former teachers he had cheated his way into tolerable grades and had been bribed into the best school in Lindon.

Each question he aimed at you found you cut off and looking back at your plate instantly making him reroute his plan to discuss your behaviour in class to praising you, praise that stirred a look in your father’s eyes while your step mother sneered at you in bragging about her own son. All while Nellie watched saying nothing. His exit only added to another revelation, Naoi had gone into the garage to your workplace, and after a trip to the guest bath by the door, your teacher saw him muttering on of your compliments as he swung away with a baseball bat destroying your workstation and project.

That night was your last straw, with the destruction of the project being half your grade. Your plan with Legolas of sneaking out what you could each day for him to carry home with him you had only the school bag you carried with you left there. For the rapid redos on your projects you had learned to make doubles, one for there to not arouse suspicion and another to be hidden in Legolas’ home in your now shared workshop above the garage he was assured his family would not disturb.

Bag in hand you snuck out once again, determined never to return to ‘fail’ them again. Outside the library again you stood smiling at your friend pulling up on his scooter to drive you home, grinning widely at the fact you weren’t having to go back and forth anymore. Set up in the spare room, now fully yours, you left your bag and snuck down the hall to Legolas’ slipping into his bed at his suggestion to hold you if you needed it.

An early flight home brought his father to the door with a grin, eager to surprise his son, only to stop hearing Legolas clearly consoling you as you wept into his chest. Painfully as it was he stepped back, respecting your space and waiting to surprise him. By his usual loud patterns of awakening his son had finally realized were deliberate, along with his avoidance of where Legolas had hinted you were hiding. All he wanted was to help, and if this was how they had to do it, so be it, for them at least they could spare you for holidays by planning trips and telling him to bring a friend ‘to keep him company’ through the years, knowing he would pick you.

…

Graduation came along with a proposition. Around the breakfast table Thranduil, on another of his surprise visits back home grinned at his son and readied to share the story about the ‘Sold’ sign out in the front yard. Legolas shifted in his seat knowing you were quietly standing in the pantry while Thranduil cleared his throat. “I know you might have noticed the for sale sign in the yard,”

Legolas nodded, “I didn’t know we were selling it.”

Thranduil grinned, “Well you got into Greenwood. I thought it was time you and your Gran moved in with us full time. It’s just an hour from the campus. Half that if you take the train in and they have great rates for students.”

Legolas lowered his eyes nodding, “I suppose. Since you’ve got it all planned.”

With a smirk Thranduil said, “Don’t worry, we’ve set up a small trip out to Gondor. You can bring Jaqi.” Legolas raised his eyes when he added, “It would give the builders a chance to finish the remodel her bathroom.”

Legolas’ lips parted and Thranduil stood, leaving the table to pull your hidden plate out of an always oddly empty cupboard to set beside Legolas in your former seat with the glass beside it while he filled another plate and glass for Taule, hearing her on her path down after her late night of writing. “You didn’t think we’d forget about you, did you?” His eyes on the slitted folding door to the pantry you were watching them through on his way to set up Taule’s place.

You slipped out of the pantry closing the door behind you to ease into your seat timidly only to lock eyes with the kindhearted and impossible handsome Elf determined to keep you safe. “We thought silver and teal would be a good color palette for your room, and since you’re both attending together it would make things easier.” Another smile eased onto his face, a warm comforting one making your heart skip as you nodded and reclaimed your fork to start eating again, folding the excess material on the sleeve of your baggy sweater in your free hand trying to figure out how long he knew you had been hiding through his breakfasts.

…

Jaqiearae Feren no more! You had taken your maternal grandmother’s birth name, she had been married twice and adopted before that, hoping it was far too obscure for any of your siblings or father to find you even half of Middle Earth away. “Jaqiearae Pear. I like it.” With a giggle from you Legolas eased his arm around your back drawing you closer in a congratulatory half hug on your way into the train to school. Finally you were free and able to do as you wished without worry of a shadow following you, though quite unknown to you the man you admired and not too minorly had a crush on was beginning to crack in his revealing he felt the same.

But age was a big factor, still barely sixty, same as his son, not to mention it would be a violation. You were to be protected, the role he had join in taking up, not to be ogled or thought of in a carnal way by any, and yet here he was, seeing your already matured figure and world stopping smile with a heart and humor far past any other woman he’d met before. Fifty eight was the legal age so it was publicly acceptable, but he did not want to damage what he had earned already of your heart. But that thought was about to be tested in a way he didn’t expect.

…

“Oh no…” Groggily you propped yourself up on the bed realizing fully just how far you had gone. It was your last week in Greenwood as you’d been accepted to a writing internship in Rohan, and to send the year off well you had attended ‘the biggest party ever’ alongside your best friend. Going easy on the alcohol was the plan, key word, was, but one jello shot and the buzz from the blue raspberry concoction later you both were head to head against the object of Legolas’ affection. However unrequited the blonde pined over the captain of the rugby team, Gimli Durin, while he endlessly teased and hinted your eagerness to stay home had a lot more to do with his father’s spike in lounging about after long days at work.

A pained chuckle came from your right as you also obviously naked best friend rolled over to look at you from under the hair over his face, “You know, I’m glad.” Your eyes widened and fell on him when your head turned seeing him sit up, “Think of it this way. We’re best friends, we trust one another, look out for one another, and honestly there’s no one I’d trust more to have my first time with.” He paused for a moment, “And my second through fourth.”

“You’re gay though.”

He shrugged chuckling, “I don’t know if I can technically still say that. I mean, it wasn’t as awkward as I thought. I mean Eli said he was just flat out ‘no’ when he tried having a girlfriend, and I don’t know if it’s just cuz it’s you or not, but it wasn’t anywhere close to bad. I mean, we’re both far from perfect, so, practice needed,” He chuckled seeing your still puzzled expression, making him scoot closer to cup your hand resting on your lap, “What I’m saying is, I’m glad it was with you.”

You blinked a couple times then said, “You called me Gimli.”

He nodded and grinned wider, “And I distinctly remember you calling out my Ada’s name.”

Your face flushed and you inhaled and blurted out, “We were drunk.”

“Clearly you’re just upset you woke up with the wrong blonde.” He joked.

“For the love of Eagles.” You mumbled and climbed out of bed wiggling on your underwear and grabbed your jeans to bounce into, “Seriously, he’s your dad! And, we just spent the night together!”

Legolas shook his head, “Ah, like it’s ever gonna happen again. Besides, he loves you. Heartbroken about your move.”

You shook your head, tugging your shirt on with a pointed glare on your way to the door where he said, “Jaqi, I love you, you’re my best friend. Nothing is gonna change that. Not even a drunken one nighter. It’s not a ‘we’re never gonna talk about it, never gonna see one another again’, I’d like to be able to talk and joke about this in the future. So we can get back to bantering about our crushes and terrible dates.”

You sighed, “I know. But hopefully this ends the teasing about your dad, I doubt he’d appreciate it.” You said before slipping out of the room leaving him chuckling until his curtains on a timer opened making him groan at it worsening his already throbbing headache.

Freshly showered and changed you readied to head off to school again, taking your seat with your simple and quick breakfast that ended when Legolas and Thranduil joined the table noting Oropher’s amused expression looking you over as you left your dishes in the sink and fled. Waiting until you had left the house Oropher asked, “Alright, what did she do last night and why is she avoiding you? Drunken tiff?”

Legolas shook his head and wet his lips choosing now to plainly say it and just let it breathe without it coming out later, “No, we sort of slept together.”

They both lowered their cups looking at him in shock as Oropher asked, “What? I thought-.”

Legolas, “Apparently we got so drunk we thought we were off to bed with other people.”

Thranduil, “I don’t-,”

Legolas smirked filling his fork again, “I thought she was Gimli and apparently she had another blonde in mind.” The men both stared at him while Thranduil’s heart began to race wondering just who you had intended to sleep with. “All in all I love and trust her. And I am assuming for a first time I couldn’t have chosen better. I think she’s just a bit stunned still by who she knew I thought I’d brought home and who I woke up with and how I’m comfortable with it.”

Oropher, “You are comfortable with this?”

Legolas nodded, “I mean, we’re not going to date.” Thranduil’s hand gripped his knee tighter under the table, “We love each other, we’re not going anywhere and hopefully we can joke about it and still talk how we do. It was our first times, we’re not going to just vanish. It’s a bit odd and a weird turn, still a drunken one nighter, but it’s a lot better than us waking up in stranger’s houses for a highly unspeakable first time, right?”

Oropher’s head tilted, “You do have a point.” His eyes lowering to see Thranduil releasing his knee and smoothing his hand a bit higher on his lap before grabbing his coffee cup again for a calming sip.

Thranduil, “Does Jaqi feel that way?”

Legolas, “She didn’t argue with it. I think she just needs a bit to let it settle.”

Oropher asked, “I have to ask, you used protection?”

Legolas nodded, “Yes. We were very safe.”

At Thranduil’s stifled irritation Oropher let it sit and asked more about school, wondering how he would take you leaving and how you were actually feeling about this.

… A couple days later …

Classes were through and you were back at the house again making sure you were fully packed but still you needed a few more things. Legolas was busy with his own final presentations and club meetings freeing you to think about what had happened. It truly wasn’t terrible, quite enjoyable, though mainly due to who you had wished it to be. The thoughts you had imagined having of being a terrible person for taking your best friend to bed only for how much he looked like his father while you were plastered.

That was entirely muffled by the knowledge that he had imagined you to somehow be Gimli, the massive fiery haired bushy bearded rugby player. That, all together puzzled you and the longer you thought on it the more you knew it was true, you wouldn’t have preferred some stranger to have your first with, you just wished your friend was right that it wouldn’t be a problem to the amazing father you had imagined him to be.

Down the stairs you trotted then froze coming face to face with the man himself. Smiling at you with a hopeful glint in his eye he’d always had for you lately after looking you over in your lopsided t shirt and jeans over your heeled boots. “Hi” you squeaked out trying not to focus on his flexing muscles in his tight t shirt and jeans with sneakers poking out.

Thranduil, “I was needing to pick out some things at the store, knew you’d need some things for your travels, care to join me?”

Timidly you nodded and he nodded his head to the side and guided you to the garage and into his sports car. Quietly you sat wetting your lips and buckled up folding your hands together on your lap, for most of the ride he tried chatting about the holiday trip he was planning for your first time back again until you paused looking over his face catching the same expression again then groaned rubbing your face making him ask, “What?”

Lowering your hands you looked at him, “He told you?!”

Thranduil couldn’t help but smirk at your befuddled expression, “Legolas might have mentioned why you have been a bit distant with him since the party.”

Your hands rose then plopped back on your lap making you shake your head, “Go ahead and ask.”

“Ask what?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, you’re bound to have a question in that head of yours.”

He chuckled lowly then wet his lips, an action not missed by you making your fingers curl together, “Are you ok? With it, I mean.”

“I, he’s my best friend. It’s weird.” He glanced at you, “How could I be mistaken for Gimli?! What the hell did he drink when my back was turned that I looked like Gimli. That made me grow a foot and a hundred pounds?!”

“I think it was more of, who he was thinking of, while you were together.”

“Ya, not comforting at all.” Making him chortle.

“Alright fine then, how far off were you then? He mentioned you were thinking he was someone else too. Another blonde?”

“That-, not telling.” He chuckled again at your creeping blush as you looked out the window trying to mask, “Never gonna happen.”

Unwilling to push the issue he skipped to a more puzzling question, “He, he was nice, I mean, he didn’t hurt you?”

You glanced at him shaking your head, “No. It, um, you really want to talk about this?”

He nodded, “Sex shouldn’t be a taboo topic. You can talk to me about anything.”

You wet your lips again then nodded, “Ok. Um, well, it was mainly focused on him. It wasn’t actually, there-, we focused on him mostly.”

“You,” he paused wetting his lips, “enjoyed it?”

With a playful grin you asked him, “Are you actually asking if your son was good in bed?”

He let out an awkward chuckle, “Um, I, I can’t help but be curious about it?”

You weakly chuckled saying, “Well, not really a great judge. It wasn’t bad like most first time stories are. He didn’t make any absurd faces or noises or shout out ‘boom goes the canon’ or anything,”

Thranduil chuckled again, “Boom goes the canon?!”

“It, you hear things in college. Harven Glikkon in the Drama club shouted that at the party after he got a blow job.” Making Thranduil chuckle again, “But ya, he’s pretty good and he wasn’t, completely off on the, giving side.”

In another glance at you he asked, “Giving side?”

“Um, he, tried, to reciprocate.” Thranduil nodded through his creeping grin, “I mean, you think about it, oral on guys is a lot easier of a concept, so I mean first try for a guy not even supposedly on the team,”

Thranduil chuckled out, “Quite an accomplishment then.”

You nodded unable to help but giggle, “Yes. Exactly.” You wet your lips and glanced at him, “I think the main thing is, he said he didn’t mind it.”

Thranduil’s brows pressed together, “Didn’t mind it?”

“That’s what he said. Like he’s heard stories about gay men being repulsed by the thought of being intimate with a woman. And he said he wasn’t sure if it was because it was he’s so comfortable with me, or if he might, I don’t know, be, bi, or, I don’t know.”

Thranduil nodded, “Hmm. You still comfortable with him?”

You nodded, “I love him, that won’t change. When I think about him I don’t think about having sex with him. He is attractive, just, he’s not my, guy..”

Thranduil smirked, “I get it. He sort of said the same thing.”

“Ah. He say if I make any weird faces?”

He chuckled again, “No. You will have to ask him about that.”

“Ooh, so you’re trying to get all the details from me. I see how you work. Trying to pull one of your work tricks on me.” Giggling in your glance at him, “Pretend like he spilled it all, lull me into a false sense of comfort. I see it now.” Making him chuckle again.

“I am not using tricks on you.” You caught his eye as he parked saying, “I promise.”

You nodded, “You’re right, your face is too happy to be doing your tricks.”

“Too happy?”

Moving your hand you gently pressed his brows lower, “Brows like this and your face goes all straight and your voice deepens too.”

“Ahh, you’ve been watching then?” He chuckled again, “A lot it seems.”

“Enough.” You giggled climbing out as he turned to climb out himself, almost forgetting to unbuckle first.

“Sure, downplay it.”

You walked around the back of the car as he stood holding his hand on the door smiling at you. “Keys.”

He raised a brow then turned ducking into the car, “Keys, right.” Switching off the car and pocketing the keys to stand beside the car as he locked it, “I bet you’re our biggest fan.”

Playfully you nodded, “Oh yes, I love watching you make men three times my size squirm in their suits. And that glare you give them when they’re lying, ooh, chills.” He laughed loudly at your faked shiver as you giggled.

“And it’s not even close to what Ada does.”

“Ooh, no. I can’t imagine getting into trouble with him as a kid. Just the look alone, and that brow twitch-,”

He chuckled again grabbing a cart for you both, “I have been trying to master that for decades.”

You smirked up at him, “How does it feel to be on a nationally syndicated tv show with not one, but two of, the best, interviewers in all of Greenwood?”

He chuckled again at your interview like question, “Wow.” You giggled again and he chuckled, “We are far from the best.”

“Oh stop comparing yourself to that talking moose on channel five. He can’t even find a shirt that fits let alone go an episode without saying caboose.” Making him smirk wider, “Thought he’d have a heart attack with glee on that train episode.”

“True.”

…

A couple days passed and you were taken off to the train that would carry you off to Rohan. Legolas was beside you for his own internship through the summer break in Gondor. Tightly you were hugged and he darted off, with Oropher chasing after him with his passport he’d forgotten after stealing a hug from you of his own, leaving just you and Thranduil. Anxiously he looked down at you. After your hug and pair of anxious chuckles before you said, “Don’t worry, it’ll be the holidays before you know it.”

He nodded and stole another hug making you giggle then step back, turning as you did, “Stay safe, and go kill it.” His hand accidentally patting you on the butt making him blush immediately at using his coach’s send off when he would get put into games in school.

“I, um, I’m sorry, rugby flashback.”

You giggled and shook your head, “No worries. Very motivating.” Making him let out another awkward chuckle, “See you.”

He nodded, “See you.” Watching you trot off into the crowds to head off to your gate leaving him to walk back to the car inhaling deeply, “Why..” he stared at his hand when he climbed in the car asking it again, “Why?”

It wasn’t so much of a tap at all but all the way to Rohan you could still feel where his hand had made contact, and it most certainly made your plan of focusing on your book more difficult at the thoughts it stirred up of your imagined night with him. A habit lingering until you were back again.

Pt 2

[xoexoxhoe]

Meeting Monsta X in Tokyo after KCON

A/N: YALL. SO- I’m currently in Japan and crying because although im in my mother land- I WAS UNABLE TO SEE OUR BEAUTIFUL BOYS AND GIRLS OF THE INDUSTRY AT KCON CUZ 1) i’m broke, and 2) i’m broke and my dad would kill me if I left my family for that. BUT anyways- I wrote this on the plane because I was just filled with sympathy for myself and literally broke down with my family cause I just wanna be there 😂Hope ya’ll enjoy this imagine! Cuz I enjoyed writing it. (Rant over)

Takoyaki in a park + Tokyo + Monsta X? Oh, sign me up plz 😪✨

MONSTA X & Y/N 

The flight to Japan felt way too long for comfort, but you beared with it anyways. The service was amazing, and you couldn’t shake the sense of excitement that you felt as your plane finally touched down in Tokyo. Your mask, sweatpants, and oversized sweatshirt made you unrecognizable to even your own family. Your brother poked fun at you, saying you looked like ‘one of your Kpop boys trying to evade the paparazzi’, to which you nodded and told him that’s exactly what you were doing. He’d roll his eyes as you both caught up to your father, questioning what the days agenda would entail, begging to go and see at least one anime store of the sort.

Your earphones blared a multitude of Kpop songs, ranging from your beloved Monsta X to your treasured ATEEZ. Your parents could barely get your attention after you had a good look at Monsta X’s posters scattered around parts of the airport, all promoting the one thing you truly wished you could attend: KCON Japan.

“Mom, I’m literally going to die if I don’t go one day.”

Your mom shrugged her shoulders, “Sweetie, you never know, we’re here for a few days, maybe you’ll see them after all.” she gave you a quick wink before helping your father with a few bags.

“Yeah, your mother is right, Y/N. We have a lot of walking to do, I’m sure you’ll see at least one famous person.” Your dad heaved your suitcase off of the large conveyer and you smiled.

“Having a hard time there, buddy?” You teased, looking back at your brother for reassurance.

Your dad stuck out his index finger, shaking it while scolding you, “Now, now, don’t start acting up on me just yet.”

Your brother cackled, “Easy, tiger. The trip only began twenty minutes ago and we’re already fighting.”

The car ride to the hotel you stayed at was shorter than you expected, and you enjoyed taking in the beautiful sights of various temples, food stands, as well as locals and tourists alike hustling around the large city roads. Your dad felt the need to find a ramen place as soon as you checked into the hotel and got situated.

“I- I don’t mean to be rude, Dad, but can I go ahead and walk around a bit on my own?” you gave your dad those signature puppy eyes of yours, ensuring that your lips were extra pouty.

“Y/N, if I let you go will you promise to at least hang out with your super cool family for the rest of the trip?”

You winked at your dad after coming out of the bathroom sporting a new outfit and your backpack, heading for the door,“Matta ne! (See you later!)”

Your mom hollered down the hallway as you sauntered towards the elevators, “Back by ten, no later!”

“Ara, umma! (Got it mom!)”

The city of Tokyo was exceptionally beautiful this time of year. The sakura season was coming to a bittersweet end, but the few flurries left of pink flowers signifying that Spring was alive and well created a soft smile that spread across your face. As you crossed a bridge overlooking a small pond, you heard a few shrill screams, causing your head to tilt in confusion. After craning your neck over the trees across the park, you saw a few girls holding pieces of paper with what appeared to be signatures. You rolled your eyes, not at the girls, but at the fact that they’ve probably seen idols who attended KCON, and you didn’t. You continued to walk down the park path, ending up at a  bench near a vendor selling fresh takoyaki. The smell was irresistible; a mixture of both sweet and bold flavors wrapped in the essence of crispy fish and octopus. You were certain you weren’t hungry, but your stomach said otherwise.

As you approached the vendor, you pulled out whatever yen you could to match the price of a few cheese takoyaki. You had enough Japanese language skills to get through a conversation with the kind man, thanking him for the meal and heading to the far side of his stand to place a few condiments on your plate. After reaching for sweet chili sauce, you were caught off guard by the pristine porcelain fingers that were now mingling with your own. Soon enough, the hand pulled back and so did you, looking up and bowing, saying sorry a few times before looking the person in the eyes.

With a mouth full of takoyaki as well, a familiar face that you knew stared at you with a sheepish smile, in a shaky voice, he stated in English, “I am so sorry! I reached at same time!”

Your jaw dropped, Yoo FUCKING Kihyun; you knew he was beautiful in pictures alone, but the way his smile captured the dim lights of the takoyaki stand made you swoon. You gained consciousness from your dumbfounded stupor and blinked, starting to speak Korean on instinct, “No! I’m so sorry! You go ahead first!” Your eyes darted to the side of him, and once again, you felt your heart jump.

In a husky voice, Jooheon walked behind him, nagging him about being slow, “Hyung! What’s taking you so long? Shownu hyung is asking for more sauce,” he turned his head to see you and Kihyun staring at each other, “Oh! New friend?”

You shook your head, “I’m so sorry I bothered you!”

Jooheon laughed and his crescent eyes melted your heart, “hey now! No one said you were bothering. Did Kihyun do the awkward thing where he reaches for sauce at the same time as you?”

You gulped, fuck how does he know?

You nodded, “He did- but; It’s fine! Really! I should have been paying attention!” You had a hand behind your head, running your fingers through your hair to distract your nerves.

“AIGOO! Kihyun-shi, you’re so awkward at times!” Hyungwon. With his signature ice coffee in hand, you almost couldn’t contain your laughter and admiration.

“Guys, he’s just trying to make small talk with an obviously beautiful woman.” Changkyun came from behind and gripped Kihyun’s shoulders.

“Yah, hands off.” Kihyun’s goofy smile and the way he brushed off Changkyun’s hands made you laugh as well.

With a small voice you raised your hand, “I… I don’t mean to be-“

You were interrupted by a deep voice, “Kihyun-shi, where’s the sauce?”

Shownu’s tall figure came over to your side and you almost jumped. Minhyuk came to the side of Jooheon with a vlive phone, waving goodbye to the probable hundreds of thousands of fans that were tuning in. “Who’s this?” Shownu smiled, waving at you as you bowed slightly.

“Oh- I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you all.” You bowed yet again, feeling as if you weren’t being polite enough to the people you so loved with every fiber of your being.

The boys all went down the line to introduce themselves rather than doing their typical introduction, and you smiled, thanking them for that.

Jooheon smiled, “Y/N, do you know who Monsta X is by any chance?”

Your cheeks became flushed and you felt yourself get hot, “Uh- Yes! I do…”

“That doesn’t sound too reassuring, guys.

I don’t know if Y/N likes us.” Wonho walked behind you and squeezed your shoulder while laughing, looking into your eyes and winking. This isn’t real.

You wanted to scream, run a million laps around this entire damn park; you were dying to start singing a bar or two of Beautiful, or better yet, start belting Trespass. Your inner Monbebe began to crawl out from the depths of your deep ocean of love for all things Monsta X, but you suppressed it as best as you could.

“No! I actually really admire you all, and on behalf of all Monbebe, I just want to say that we are so proud of all of your hard work and please sleep well, eat well, and live it up.” You snickered to yourself at your Japanese Monsta X song reference and awaited the reaction of the members.

Minhyuk took your hand and bowed, “And on behalf of Monsta X to our Monbebe, thank you for loving us, we hope you all feel our hard work as we continue to progress in our career.”

You were quaking as his soft hand slipped out of yours slowly, followed by his charming smile.

Kihyun shook the sweet chili bottle and poured some into your paper bowl, “I do this and mix the sauce with the homemade sauce here,” he placed another dollop of whatever daisy looking sauce was in the bottle, and all you could do was thank him over and over.

“Hey guys, should we grab a picture with our Monbebe?” Jooheon put up his hands, and the other members nodded their heads in unison. You were frozen, barely able to move with your takoyaki in tow as Changkyun grabbed your wrist and led you to a tree off to the side of the takoyaki stand. Your heart jumped into your throat when his hands grabbed your bowl and placed it on a bench to the side.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered over and over.

“No, thank YOU for not attacking us.” Shownu chuckled and you couldn’t contain your smile this time, staring into the camera as Minhyuk placed a selfie stick in the air, counting down the moments before he clicked a picture. Once you were finished, the boys disbanded from their selfie positions and looked back at you.

You pulled out your Polaroid camera and smiled weakly, “Is it too much to ask if we could take individual pictures?”

They smiled brightly, “Let’s do it!”

After taking brilliantly radiant selfies with each of the members, they grabbed the pictures and signed them, each writing a small note addressed to you. You couldn’t believe it; your cheeks were writhing in pain from the amount of happiness radiating off of your smile and body. They each waved you goodbye, stating that they hoped to see you back in Korea someday, and you lifted your arm in response, allowing your fingers to move freely to send them off. You sat on the bench where Changkyun left your food and stared at your boots in complete disbelief. You found your way back to the hotel around the same time as your family.

“Hey, honey! How was your walk? Have you eaten?” Your mother was at your side stroking your hair.

“Mom; I don’t think I’m gonna eat for the next lifetime because I just got served a full course MEAL.” Your eyes were misty with happy tears, and your brother’s eyebrows knit in confusion.

���What the hell, Y/N? It looks like you saw a ghost?”

You began to belt the chorus to Ghost by Monsta X, tears of joy trickling down your face. 

“Whoa! I didn’t mean to hurt you, sis!” Your brother looked shocked as you continued to sing the lyrics while entering the elevator .

“Umma, Dad- I SAW THEM!” You screamed into the elevator wall and your brother laughed hysterically.

You whipped out the selfies and your brother’s face dropped as well, “holy shit…” he whispered.

It was undeniably the best day of your life and you didn’t want to change it for the world. You were thankful for your sweet, kind hearted, and beautiful Monsta X. You held those pictures close to you heart the entire night, thanking the Kpop God’s for sending you this blessing. Although you couldn’t utter all the words you wished you could have, you still cried at the fact that busy people such as themselves took time out of their lives to pay attention to you for more than a second; and for that, you were forever grateful.

[muslimsonic]

ADHD: Executive Dysfunction

Alright, so I’ve been seeing a lot of stuff about how people struggle with understanding what ADHD is, how it operates, and how it differs from the experiences of the middle 50% [25%-75%] considered the average. And I didn’t research ADHD for 9 hours straight not to dump all of this here.

Note: I have ADHD, I’ve researched this, but I am not a medical professional blah blah blah ok now onto the fun interesting stuff!!!! 

I put this under a cut bc its,,,, longish.

What is executive functioning?

Executive functioning is what carries you from day to day tasks. It’s like the constantly active personal assistant in the back of your head. Let’s call them Effie. Effie constantly makes lists and breaks down tasks for you! I don’t mean large projects, I mean the simple stuff!

Like doing your laundry.

If you have ADHD, or anything with executive dysfunction as an issue, then you probably already know that the simple stuff hardly ever feels simple.

Doing your laundry requires many motions, most of which you omit in listing what you must do to complete this task.

Someone with executive functions in working order, probably

1. Take the laundry basket/bin/thing to the washing machine

2. Put the laundry in the washing machine

3. Put the detergent in the machine

4. Turn on the machine

5. When it is ready, put the clothes in the dryer

6. Collect the clothes when finished

7. Take them back to your room

8. Fold and put away

Tada! All done. There are quite a few steps omitted that you would consider givens. However, try and apply this precise list to someone with executive dysfunction, and you will most likely not have the same success, because of the number of places where steps conflict, being thrown out in favor of what is done immediately. Here’s a small idea of how many cracks are in this plan, even at step one:

1. Take the laundry basket/bin/thing to the washing machine

When?> I’ll do it after I finish what I’m doing > Oh no I just remembered something else > What did I forget to do? > Oh no now I have no clothes for work/school/whatever > MISSION FAILED

When?> Someone else is using the washing machine now, i’ll do it later > What did I forget to do? > Oh no now I have no clothes :( > MISSION FAILED

Why? > I have enough clothes right now, I’ll be fine > Oh no I ran out of clean socks + underwear > MISSION FAILED

What?> There’s no detergent so I can’t do this  > (at the grocery store) I think i have everything! > Oh no i forgot detergent > I have no clean clothes :( > MISSION FAILED

When?> I have too much free time so I’ll do it after I take care of this other thing that’s equally important > Oh no I forgot to do my laundry I don’t have anything to wear > MISSION FAILED

In what order? > There’s too much to do and they are all registered in my head as permanently equal priority so I have to do them all at the same time, but I can’t do them all at the same time, so I physically am unable to proceed until this loop/error is resolved.

What extra steps are involved?> Huh i know i have to take my laundry to the washing machine, but there’s also stuff in the washing machine area/on the way there that needs to be moved in order to do it, but I haven’t thought of that, instead seeing metaphorically an indistinct looming mass of extra equal priority work around taking my laundry to the washing machine > I don’t do it > MISSION FAILED

And that’s only a few of the cracks in step one.

See the problem?

Let’s take a closer look at how deep it goes. Do you know how much you rely on executive functioning in your day to day life? Yes? No? How did you get out of bed this morning? How did you open your eyes? Everything you do, even running away from something chasing you, is dependent on executive functioning. Memory. Recall. Starting anything, and I mean anything. Breaking down what needs to be done. You’re so used to it, you see a lot of the steps as givens not needed to be stated. When do you do this? What priority level is this? Every success you’ve had in your life, you would not have had without your executive functioning.

It’s the messenger, sending signals from the hub, recall this, you have to do this, this task is more important than this, this is what you’re going to do. It translates thought into action, idea into concept into reality. It’s the Director, streamlining things, going into crisis management when you make a major mistake or fail to do something, or have something due, or or or. Granted, executive functions aren’t the be all end all of human success, but they are to you as a foundation is to a building.

Scary to think what would happen if it just

stopped.

You could think all you want, of course. You need to do this. You want to do that. You scream and rail and fight against a prison of your own unresponsive limbs.

There’s nothing physically wrong with your limbs. They are in perfect working order. Or at least as working as they had been before. There’s no reason for you to feel like this. You feel like your brain is setting itself on fire in its attempts to send it messages to get a response any kind of fucking response. You feel hopeless. You gain no mental traction. You gain nothing but your own hatred and frustration and gain the same of others too.

Because they think you’re faking it. That you just don’t want to do it hard enough. That you just need to apply yourself.

The thing is, you’ve been trying. Your mind is a car in a swamp, uselessly running its wheels to no avail, sinking deeper and deeper into the muck. You are straining as hard as you possibly can. There’s no more gas in the tank. You have nothing left to give.

And you have nothing to show for it.

In this hell, you’ve accomplished nothing. You’ve succeeded at nothing. Nothing you do, nothing you say, and nothing you want can ever happen in this moment.

You almost feel like dying. But you can’t. You can’t, not because of will to live, not because of hope, and not because of love, but because you cannot get your limbs to remember what motion is, your brain to remember the past, and your heart to remember restraint. Frustration, anger, hatred, all of the ugliest emotions the soul has to offer spill over. You feel like you can never be happy again. That you’ve never felt happy before. That this awful feeling crawling into the crevices of your lungs and trachea and curling its way around your stomach and spleen is what you will feel like for the rest of your life.

And then you forget. You forget everything that got you to that point. the wave recedes. you feel nothing. you remember only blurs of what occurred at best. only to experience the same fucking thing again, and again, and again and its always as raw and drowning as the first time you felt it, you never grow used to it, and it will never stop, it will never cease, and no one believes you when you say you are trying. You are a soul inside a vessel that doesn’t want to be yours.

anyways! while this may seem like an extreme, the last few paragraphs are a pretty solid descriptor of how living with executive dysfunction feels like! this is also a solid reason why people with ADHD are more likely to have anxiety and depression! the same thing is characteristic of people with disorders that have executive dysfunction as a symptom!

so TL;DR: Executive Dysfunction is not the same as laziness; it is a fundamental difference in the brain structure and wiring or a deficiency in neurotransmitter production.

speaking of that, moving onto the physiological side of executive dysfunction! Yes! There’s actually a physiological side to ADHD! Pretty sure that’s a characteristic of all brain disorders illnesses and the like but people still say its fake! :D

ok i’m getting tired so heres the rundown:

lower catecholamine levels: catecholamine is a class of neurotransmitter that includes fun stuff like

Dopamine: the motivation sauce

Seratonin: Happy Happy Happy

Adrenaline: you put this in epipens. fight or flight

Noradrenaline: also fight or flight. includes attention as well. at higher levels, anxiety. Thanks, God.

Its bad. bc the body’s natural reward system (dopamine) isn’t at normal levels, the nice little feel good kick after you make your bed or brush your teeth?? nope!!!!!!! Thus there is little internal motivation to do anything. WOW!!! How did adhd get passed down in the gene pool???? is it recessive?? bc im rly at a loss. idk someone with a medical degree in brain science dm me abt it. I rly need to understand.

Also the frontal lobe, y’know the thing controlling judgment, morals, impulses, emotions, all of that fun stuff???? it’s usually behind in development, typically evening out mid to late twenties, but its still,,,,, not Great. Wow!!

White matter abnormalities are apparently a thing too?? White matter is the brains messaging system so when that’s messed up I’m pretty sure thats not a good thing.

anyways, i’m tired now, its been 2 hrs since i’ve started writing this and I have a metric ton of things that I needed to start but didn’t, so

TL;DR: ADHD (and by further extent, executive dysfunction)has a basis in science and has physiological stuff associated with it that (i think since MRIs aren’t being used to diagnose adhd) is just being studied recently, and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh google exists use it b4 getting into arguments abt the existence of disorders and such. plz. im begging you.

[cinnaminsvga]

Can I dare ask you to recommend some jk s-smut?

YOU JUST ASKED THE MOST DANGEROUS QUESTION OF ALL TIME HOE!!! YOU’RE ABOUT TO SEE WHAT FUCKED UP SHIT I READ IN THE DOWNTIME HAJSHDJHAD (note: a lot of the stuff I’m gonna link is mxm because HO BOY DO I READ A LOT OF THOSE hope you don’t mind!!) bold are all time faves!!

↳ reader insert

wonder by @nchu - This is a Thing and I am forever grateful to OP for writing this wowowowoow

protégé by @baeseoul - A classic JK smut fic, of course I had to put this in here hsjdhjxzn

not so honest by @wonhopes - READ THIS FOR A GOOD TIME WOW (I think this was one of my first JK smut fics?? Always a classic in my heart)

50% Polyester by @perpetually-jungshook - UMM THIS IS A SEQUEL TO HER FIRST FIC WHICH IS SO DAMN CUTE THEN WE GOT SHY!KOOK SMUT,,,, omg you guys you don’t know how much I love shy!kook?? i’m so whipped oh my,,,

Teething pt 1 by @sue-bts - I’m like 101% sure every hybrid fic reader has read this hybrid fic at least once in their life and honestly I am always a Hoe for bunny!kook like,,, geez plz end me

Under the Bridge by @rbuns - UMM MORE HYBRID JUNGKOOK BECAUSE I AM WEAK ok bye

BunBun by JungkookieNoona - HYBRID JUNGKOOK ALWAYS A SMUT STAPLE YEEEET

stuffed pumpkin by @floralseokjin - Why did I enjoy this fic more than I should!! Wow me: a hoe for car sex! ! !

baby boy by @itskimtaehyung - Me: a hoe with a mommy kink LMAO

↳ mxm (MOSTLY YOONKOOK BECAUSE I’M TRASH)

color in your cheeks (the feeling flows both ways) by siderum - [YOONKOOK] This is a sequel to one of my all-time favorite yoonkook fics, the nights really were made for saying things you can’t say tomorrow day!! It’s not super duper explicit smut, but it’s really sweet and gives a little closure to the first part 🤧 Also??? Yoongi is one Thirsty Bitch (relatable tbh)

pretty damn good by skswriting - [YOONKOOK] THIGH FUCKING NEED I SAY FUCKING MORE???? FUCK

Baby, Let Me Educate Ya by IshtarFish - [YOONKOOK] UNEXPERIENCED JUNGKOOK ASKING HIS YOONGI HYUNG TO TEACH HIM HOW TO GIVE A BLOWJOB A+++ WILL ALWAYS RECOMMEND

You Shine So Bright Series by TheHalesNyx - [YOONKOOK] Ok so this is a pretty long series and the smut isn’t the main point of the story but??? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS FIC!!! One of the best Yoonkook fics out there ho boy 

Pretty Boy by Spoonfulofsuga - [YOONKOOK] UHHHH CROSSDRESSING JUNGKOOK I AM SORRY WHY AM I LIKE THIS (y’all know how much I love baby boys hhhhh well here yOU GO)

once upon a time, i was all alone by peachtae - [YOONKOOK] Yoonkook phone sex because I am a Wretched Human Being

But I Want It Anyway by marchdahlia - [YOONKOOK] Jungkook: says daddy; Me and Yoongi: NUTS INTO THE FOURTH DIMENSION

game changer by markerlimes (sunmi) - [YOONKOOK; OT7xJK] UMMMM DID YALL EVER WATCH THAT ONE GAYO EP WHEN THEY TICKLED EACH OTHER TO MAKE THEM SPIT OUT THE WATER? WELL. WELL! ! !

bergen, 4:30 a.m. by bellamees - [YOONKOOK] I took one look at the tags and saw “Finger Sucking” and then now Here I Am, barbeque sauce on my titties,,,

0111100101101111011101010111001001110011 by bellamees - [YOONKOOK] Y’all ever seen an android and be like “Damn I’d like to fuck that” well then you and Jungkook are the Same

Run This Town Series by dreamingdaegu - [YOONKOOK] TBH YOU CAN IGNORE EVERY SINGLE OTHER REC IN THIS LIST AND JUST READ THIS ENTIRE SERIES!!! YOU WILL DIE but in a good way!! Also??? We all need stripper!jk at All Times so,,, here u go

Storytime by Trilluvium - [TAEKOOK] Jungkook jacks it to IU but Taehyung jacks it to Jungkook so 1+1=they jack off together in the same room it’s wildt

Somewhere Close to Reality by Trilluvium - [OT7xJK; TAEKOOK] VERY VERY DUBIOUS IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF BUT HERE I AM,,, READING THIS FILTH (umm so basically jungkook stops time and kinda,,, um,,, with his hyungs,,, UHHH)

Mommy’s Boy by staycute1234 - [JIKOOK] UMMMM jungkook has a mommy kink for jimin,,, i don’t know what else to say i’m sorry

I Got It From My Daddy by Honey0613 - [YOONKOOK] Sometimes I go to church I Swear (THIS IS SO HOT LOL)

Fucking Flithy by staycute1234 - [JIKOOK] JUNGKOOK LICKS JIMINS UNDERWEAR IM SORRY

A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out by wicked_lovely - [YOONKOOK] BRATTY JUNGKOOK GETS [redacted] BY YOONGI :—-)

Fireflies and Waterfalls by SaltyAuntSuga - [YOONKOOK] Soulmate!AUs with smut,,, ah yes what a damn gem

Kiss It Better by mintsoda - [YOONKOOKMIN] UMM NORMALLY I HATE ABO FICS BUT THIS... THIS

Pawn it off by rix - [TAEKOOK] If you’re a taekook shipper,,, get your panties ready tbh LMAO

I have a ton of other fic recs but I’m too lazy so this is all you’re getting at the moment sorry 🤙👏 have fun reading all this filth!! happy holidays wahoo

[coffeeinmywineglass]

Unusual asks

Unusual Asks: Tagged by @prettylittleworldoflies

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify Bc my school is nice and they give us premium

is your room messy or clean? clean most of the time except when Im in it

what color are your eyes? brown

do you like your name? why? yeah (it's Lili) but I think the way its spelled is boring af

what is your relationship status? Single Pringle

describe your personality in 3 words or less oy vey

what color hair do you have? naturally brown but I’m getting it dyed red as I’m typing this

what kind of car do you drive? color? grey Mazda 7, but usually I ride the heaviest bike ever

where do you shop? Plato’s Closet,  Target, American Eagle

how would you describe your style? I go for bohemian but usually it’s just comfy

favorite social media account Tumblr and Insta

what size bed do you have? Full

any siblings? my twin sister and two exchange students

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p>if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? Why?Spain or England or Canada (or anywhere where our ruler doesn’t look like a pathetic lorax)

favorite snapchat filter? Any one that makes my skin look clear, honestly

favorite makeup brand(s) neutrogena and Kat Von Dee Idk I have super sensitive skin so not much works for me

how many times a week do you shower? 3-4 (every other day)

favorite tv show? PLL, Orphan Black, Sherlock, so many really

shoe size? I’m tiny like 6

how tall are you? 5’ 4” I think but optimistically 5’ 5”

sandals or sneakers? Sneakers idk if i even own sandals

do you go to the gym? I try to go twice a week but eh (I ride my bike everywhere though so it’s a struggle)

describe your dream date

Depends on who it’s with shrugs (it would be a miracle at this point)

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? like 43$

what color socks are you wearing? Originally white but they are quite dirty tbh

how many pillows do you sleep with? 4 total but 2 usually

do you have a job? what do you do? Yeah I have an internship at an ad agency and a job at a vintage store

how many friends do you have? like 6 bc all my friends at my old school hate me

whats the worst thing you have ever done?

Not trying to save my friendship with my (former) best friend

whats your favorite candle scent? I’m not allowed to have candles but I’d have to say coconut or fresh cotton

3 favorite boy names Riley (boy or girl), Kyle, Landon

3 favorite girl names ivy, Beca, Amara

favorite actress? Anna Kendrick and Troian Bellisario

who is your celebrity crush? see above + Brittany Snow and Taylor Swift

favorite movie? Sister Cities

do you read a lot? hell to the yes

whats your favorite book? Daughter of Deep Silence by Carrie Ryan

money or brains? brains

do you have a nickname? what is it? Lils or Lovely

how many times have you been to the hospital? My mom had cancer so it’s kinda impossible for that but:

for myself: x2 for others: x5

top 5 favorite songs 1. Another Story

Wonderwall

Edge of Seventeen

Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Drops of Jupiter (Original and TS version)

What do I know

Photograph

March Into the Sun

Sedona

A Team

(I need recomendations shoot me an ask, also Taylor wasn't included in here Bc she'd fill up the entire list)

do you take any medications daily? just one for acne /:

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) dry

what is your biggest fear? That I won’t choose the right profession and not be able to support myself

how many kids do you want? 1-2, maybe none

whats your go to hair style? just down, but wavy

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) I’m unbelievably lucky that both my parents are doctors

who is your role model? my art teacher, Jasmine. Or Emily, my academic advisor.

what was the last compliment you received? that my hair looked good I guess

what was the last text you sent? ‘update: she handed me an envelope’ (ominous, right?)

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? Probably 5th grade but I had suspicions up until then

what is your dream car?

To get one tbh (probably a subaru or mini cooper) opinion on smoking?

Ew no get away from me do you go to college?

Thats the plan what is your dream job?

Working at a magazine or largely recognized brand would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

suburbs do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

Free makes it better do you have freckles?

Yes many (like 100+ but none on my face) do you smile for pictures?

Yes but I look like a potato regardless how many pictures do you have on your phone?

Actual pictures: 1,878. Screenshots: 2,298 have you ever peed in the woods?

Dude I live in Idaho we legit have places that are called a biffy which means (no joke) “Bathroom In the Forest For You” do you still watch cartoons?

I never did and I never will do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Um neither I’m all about smashburger Favorite dipping sauce?

BBQ what do you wear to bed?

Shorts and a tshirt have you ever won a spelling bee?

I’m legit so bad at spelling thank god for autocorrect what are your hobbies?

People have time for those??

can you draw?

yea do you play an instrument?

Guitar, ukelele, piano (can I play them well is a whole different question) what was the last concert you saw?

Bastille, and it was my second concert ever.` tea or coffee?

Tea, but my one and only love is Chai tea. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

DD doesn’t exist where I live so Starbucks do you want to get married?

Yeah, eventually what is your crush’s first and last initial?

*CC are you going to change your last name when you get married?

Depends on their name lol what color looks best on you?

I’ve been told maroon or olive green do you miss anyone right now?

Yes, but I don’t think they miss me back do you sleep with your door open or closed?

Closed do you believe in ghosts?

No what is your biggest pet peeve?

People scraping metal on metal/ceramic (mostly silverware on crates), when my friends or mom are rude to customer service people last person you called`

My dad favorite ice cream flavor?

Chocolate, or peppermint or Romeo and Juliet (chocolate and cherries that’s only around during valentines day) regular oreos or golden oreos?

Someone’s going to kill me for this but i don’t really like oreos; I guess I’d have to pick the regular ones tho chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

Chocolate (am I the only person who thinks that they don’t taste like anything??) what shirt are you wearing?

“Design think it” <– look it up, it’s for my school bc I’m a nerd with no clean clothes what is your phone background?

A picture that I took of an LA restaurant (it’s cooler than it sounds, I promise) are you outgoing or shy?

shyyy do you like it when people play with your hair?

Yesss plz do do you like your neighbors?

Yeah, most of them. Some of them won’t give me the time of day bc they are salty that we teenagers exist… do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

All of the above have you ever been high?

no have you ever been drunk?

Tipsy, not drunk last thing you ate?

A piece of watermelon favorite lyrics right now

“The hurt won’t last forever” summer or winter?

summer day or night?

Night dark, milk, or white chocolate?

milk favorite month?

May, december what is your zodiac sign

Sagittarius who was the last person you cried in front of?

my teacher gotta love speech anxiety

[in-an-other-fantasy]

for @felixmarouchka​

Spotify, Sound cloud or Pandora? Youtube

Is your room messy or clean? Im trying to keep it clean but i always put anything everywhere so it gets messy easily

What color are your eyes? Blue/grey depending of the lights (and i have this brown circle around my pupil)

Do you like your name? Why? Not really, it doesnt sound good

What is your relationship status? single

My personality in 3 words depressive, creative, bad humor

My hair color actually pastel teal sort of

My car, it’s color grey volkswagen golf

Where do I shop internet my friend

My style? i would like completely vintage retro but there is not a lot of friperie now i came back to my parents. So i think its often a little grunge

Favorite social media Instagram just because its simple when i dont have anything to do

Size of my bed two places i guess ?

Any siblings? one brother

Where would I live? Why? i like nordic country. Island and all are fucking pretty. I want to travel so. MY HOME IS WHERE MY CATS ARE

Fav snapchat filter? the weird and creepy ones

Fav make up too faced, nyx. Anything that has pretty packaging

How many times a week do I shower? once a day, usually

Fav tv show? idk

Shoe size? 39-40

Height? 1m66

Sandals or sneakers? sneakers

You go to the gym? Nope

Dream date? aquarium is the first thing that came to my mind

Money in my wallet? idk

Color of my sock? I dont have socks rn

How many pillows? two 

My job? barmaid and waitress

How many friends? generally 5

Fav candle scent? idk 

3 fav boys names Felix Lucien  Ewen

3 fav girls names Alcyone Alice ‘old or weird ‘ names in general

Fav actor Benedict cumberbatch

Fav actress Mia Wasikowska 

My celebrity crush? anyone who i think is pretty in the movie im watching lol

Fav movie? i have a top 10 always fluctuating

Do I read a lot? Yes

Money or brains? money, because brain is too complicated (i wish mine was not that complicated)

My nickname? chacha (i hate it) charlie

Times have been to the hospital? 2 or 3 times in the urgences, once long time. ONE MORE FOR MY BIRTH

Top 10 songs the bo of the guardians of the galaxy. All the songs are perf

Daily medication? yes

Skin type? liquid actually

Biggest fear? being closed in little spaces, lost in the middle of ocean, storm (big waves) and tornado

How many kids I want? somedays i want kid and somedays not. I have time for that

My go to hair style? square (??) haircut 

My type of house? old stone house 

My role model? i like emma watson, she’s inspiring. Some artists too

Last received compliment? idk, when i receive a compliment i deny it points by points actually

Last sent text? “je sais pas,peut etre”

How old was I when I learnt about santa? around 6 maybe, i dont remember

My dream car? chevrolet bel air 1954

Opinion on smoking? i dont care if you want a lung cancer, go on, but dont throw your smoke on people who dont smoke and dont throw your ends on the ground plz, there is trashcan for that

Do you go to college? Nope

Rural areas or suburb? suburb

Do I steal shampoo and conditioner from hotel? yes lol (plus they are cute)

Do I have freckles? no but i would like too. I have sun marks who looks like white freckles tho

Do I smile for pictures? nope, grins are my thing

How many pics on my phone? idk

Ever peed in the woods? Yes

Still watch cartoons? yes

Chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDo? neither 

Fav dipping sauce? Barbecue

What I wear to bed pajama

Ever won a spelling bee? Nope

My hobbies? Art, geeking and procrastinate with my pets

Can I draw? yes

Play an instrument? just a lil’ bit

Last concert I saw? yesterday two bands at the place where i work

Tea or coffe? None

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? i like the cakes in starbucks

Do I want to get married? yes just for the dress bcs they are so fucking pretty (and i want to be the protagonist in one thing for once hey)

My crush’s first and last initial? idk

Am I going to change!y last name whrn I get married? idk 

Color looking best on me? no idea

Do I miss anyone? Not sure ... i guess

Door open or closed when I sleep? sligtly open for the cats, OPEN IN BIG WHEN MY FUCKING DOG COME

Do I believe in ghosts? Yup !

Biggest pet peeves? eeeehhhh there is a lot 

Fav ice cream? straciatella or cookie dough

Oreos or golden oreos? standard oreos

Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? chocolate

My current shirt? oooold franklin marshall tank top 

Phone background? tianshan art by old xian

Outgoing or shy? shyyyyyyyyyy 

Do I like people playing with my hair? i dont think someone played with my hair one day so i have no idea

Do I like my neighbors? yes because they are from my family (hello welcome to the countryside)

Do I wash my face? yes

Ever been high? maybe

Ever been drunk? yes

Ladt thing I ate? melon 

Fav lyrics? lyrics of all those friendly people by funeral suits

Summer or winter? Fall

Day or night? night or late night/early morning

Dark milk or white chocolate? all

Fav month? ehhhhh lets say march

Zodiac sign? sagittarius

Last person I cried in front of? My mom

[fancy-fandoms-crew]

» CHOOSE ONE!

CHOOSE ONE! Then tag 10 of your followers!

1: hugs or kisses?

Hugs are nice but so are cheek kisses

2: night or day?

Night, please

3: internet or tv?

Internet

4: sweet or sour?

I love the sweet

5: red, white or blue?

Red, thank you

6: 1800s or 1900s?

Lot of shit happened in the both ones but I think I’ll take 1900′s

7: space or the ocean?

Ocean, plz

8: ice-cream or frozen yogurt?

I’ve never had frozen yogurt, so ice-cream

9: reading or writing?

Both!

10: raining or sunny?

Mostly raining but sunny is nice too

11: winter or summer?

Heck, I can’t choose

12: spring or autumn/fall?

Autumn, I love the Halloween and cozy nights

13: too cold or too warm?

Too cold I guess? I can curl up into a burrito in my blanket

14: elevators or escalators?

Escalators, then I won’t freak out if it gets busted like elevators do

15: apples or oranges?

Uhh, both

16: fire or ice?

Can’t choose

17: plane crash or car crash?

NONE, THANK YOU

18: planes or boats?

Nope

19: the sea or a pool?

Pool, I tend to freak out in open water

20: singing or dancing?

Singing? I can’t dance at all

21: long hair or short hair?

Short, please

22: january or december?

Janyary, then the Christmas-stress has ended

23: your first child - boy or girl?

None, please

24: chocolate sauce or strawberry sauce?

Choco, plz

25: coffee or tea?

TEA, that’s my shit

26: in your coffee/tea - sugar or no sugar?

One and half spoons of sugar, yaas

27: gif or jif?

What ever the people feel like saying?

28: science or religion?

Idk, the I-Don’t-Care-thing?

29: tornado or hurricane?

Nope

30: black or white?

If it’s about clothes, black

31: laptop or desktop?

Laptop, I guess?

32: cat or dog?

BOTH, THANK YOU

33: chicken or turkey?

Chicken

34: shower or bath?

Shower

35: disneyland or universal studios?

Never visited either of those so neither

36: potatoes - mashed or baked?

MASHED, PLEASE

37: eggs - fried, boiled, scrambled or poached?

Scrambled, boiled AND fried

38: cake or pie?

I can bake both but cake

39: ben & jerry’s or häagen-dazs?

Neither

40: christmas or halloween?

HALLOWEEN ALL THE WAY

41: books or magazines?

Maybe books?

42: inside or outside?

Inside but depends about the day

43: movies or tv shows?

Both?

44: mcdonald’s or burger king?

Can’t choose

45: the past or the future?

Uhh, past

46: superpowers - fly or read minds?

Ouch, can’t choose

47: piercings or tattoos?

Tattoos?

48: end of the world - zombie apocalypse or world war 3?

NOPE

49: starbucks or subway?

Subway

50: love or lust?

Love all the way! (an ace person speaking)

51: kitten, puppy or micropig?

ALL

52: if you could, which would you stop - 9/11 or the holocaust?

IDK

53: mermaids/mermen or unicorns?

Idk

54: america or britain?

BRITAN, THANK YOU

55: dumbledore or gandalf?

Gandalf, please

56: ninjas or pirates?

Idk

57: firefox, safari or chrome?

Chrome

58: marvel or dc?

Marvel mostly but in some cases, DC

59: pepsi or coke?

Neither, the flesh vessel can’t consume any dark drinks

60: circus or amusement park?

Amusement park

61: ebook or physical book?

Physical book, I like to feel the pages

62: greek or roman?

Greek

63: thor or loki?

BOTH???

64: sam or dean winchester?

Sam, yaas

65: stefan or damon salvatore?

Neither

66: brown or white bread?

Why not rye bread?

67: sunrise or sunset?

Sunset?

68: drought or flood?

Nope

69: train or bus?

Bus

70: kids or pets?

PETS, PLEASE

71: poetry or song lyrics?

Both?

72: horror movie or chick flick?

Horror, I guess? (Wtf is chick flick?)

73: play video games on - pc or console (xbox/playstation)?

Console, much easier for my brain

74: cookies or donuts?

BOTH

75: saturday or sunday?

Both?

76: lord of the rings or harry potter?

BOTH

77: bands or solo artists?

Both

78: art or music?

BOTH!

79: get lost in - london or paris?

London, I suppose

80: new year’s eve or christmas eve?

People get drunk as balls on both holidays anyway, so Idk

81: museums or nature parks?

Nature parks

82: lightning or thunder?

Thunder, I hate sudden lights but then I know thunder is coming, so I can prepare myself and actually enjoy about it

83: lions, tigers or bears?

ALL

84: popcorn or candy floss/cotton candy?

Heck, popcorn

85: be stuck in a room with - clowns or insects?

Depends what insects but I think I can manage them, I HATE CLOWNS

86: soup or salad?

Salad, please

87: asks or fanmail?

Fanmail doesnt much exist anymore, so asks

88: scottish accent or irish accent?

Heck, BOTH, thank you

89: ‘friends’ or ‘the big bang theory’?

Neither

90: ‘supernatural’ or ‘the vampire diaries’?

Neither

91: ‘the simpsons’ or 'family guy’?

I’m more into ‘Reign’ but in this case, ‘Simpsons’

92: toothache or earache?

Earache, that I can cope with

93: 'x-men’ or 'guardians of the galaxy’?

Neither

94: be stranded in antarctica or the sahara desert?

Neither, thank you

95: penguins or polar bears?

 Uhh, Idk

96: 'frozen’ or 'tangled’?

Neither

97: snowmen or icebergs?

Idk

98: handwritten letter or email?

Handwritten, it’s more intimate

99: apple or android?

Android, I got myself one

100: the end or the beginning?

If it’s about book, the beginning

Tagged by: @just-another-nerds-little-world

I’m tagging: None, people will do this if they want to :0

[seosoondubu]

Unusual Asks: Answers 

I was tagged by @biaswreckers-inc to answers these, and while it took me forever, I finally had free time to do it~~ I listened to this playlist while I answered them~

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? ... None actually aha

is your room messy or clean? vry messy

what color are your eyes? Hazel

do you like your name? why? Yes! Alexandrea is my full name and I love it but I usually go by Lexi. (I lowkey want to name one of my kids after me, if I have any. Like carry on the name Alexandrea/Alexander)

what is your relationship status? Single. Forever.

describe your personality in 3 words or less. Optimistic, loud, caring

what color hair do you have? Brown (during school the ends are purple but my summer job won’t allow it....)

what kind of car do you drive? color? Honda and its some tope colour. Vrrooom.

where do you shop? OLDNAVY

how would you describe your style? Casual, basic so everything goes with everything, lots of black/gray.

favorite social media account? Tumblr. (I hate Facebook/Instagram. Like i really don’t enjoy them).

what size bed do you have? Double

any siblings? No~~

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? KOREA. I fell in love with Korea while I was there and need to go back. The city, the people, the food, the friends I made. I felt so good there.

favorite snapchat filter? I don’t have one

favorite makeup brand(s)? I don’t wear make up. But I love my Nivea Chapstick! The Korean commercial is adorable too but I already using the product lol Watch it~

how many times a week do you shower? every day (my job makes me gross ew ew, but I just quit so no more!)

favorite tv show? oh my. I love the BBC show Merlin. Also, Secret Garden.

shoe size? 8/81/2

how tall are you? like 5″4/5″5. I am teased for being short so~

sandals or sneakers? sneakers, tho i call them running shoes lol.

do you go to the gym? I mean i have a membership... but do i go.... no.

describe your dream date. just a date in general would be nice (ahahha *slowly goes from laughing to crying*)

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? 2$ in coins probs lol.

what color socks are you wearing? They have spider man on them

how many pillows do you sleep with? I sleep with 3 but I have like 9 in the bed.

do you have a job? what do you do? Just quit my summer job of 5 years at a coffee shop in Canada called Tim Hortons. I worked in the tourist district and it was crazy busy but I loved it. Now I’m a hostess at TGI Friday’s. At school, I’m a TA and now a Writing Tutor!

how many friends do you have? Which friend group? The people I go to school with? Old friends from high school? Work friends? Friends I met online? If I had to say like BFF level there are probs 5~ <3

whats the worst thing you have ever done? I’d take change from my parents change jar to buy penny candy at the convenience store.

whats your favorite candle scent? none, i don’t like sents.

3 favorite boy names? Sebastian, Alexander, Steven

3 favorite girl names? Alexandrea... idk

favorite actor? Idk, I’m obsessed with Chris Pine

favorite actress? uh, Angelina Jolie? (I like maleficent a lot)

who is your celebrity crush? Chris Pine, Xia Junsu

favorite movie? oh shit, I love movies. Only Lover’s Left Alive, Ender’s Game, Maleficent.

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? no but i want to. I love the series The seven realms novels. one of the main characters, han, is my all time favourite character.

money or brains? both

do you have a nickname? what is it? lexi lol. lex. I GIVE people nick names but never get them back.

how many times have you been to the hospital? as a patient or visiting? only a few for myself but many for family/friends.

top 10 favorite songs? as of right now (06/15/2017) Why - Owol, 11 11 - Illionare, Silk Road - Xia, Hide and Seek - Astro, THE ENTIRE RISE ALBUM BY THE GOD TAEYANG, Neverland - U KISS, Hulk Hogan - Jay Park, July - Kris Wu, Jam Jam - IU, Lipstick - SHINe.

do you take any medications daily? probiotic

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) i don’t know

what is your biggest fear? loneliness

how many kids do you want? i don’t know, maybe none, maybe 7. i really want to adopt.

whats your go to hair style? pony tail

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) house with too many stupid stairs for no reason (multi-level)

who is your role model? I don’t have one

what was the last compliment you received? That I was patient while serving customers at work.

what was the last text you sent? “I’m on my way” // picking up a friend for bubble tea

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? too old

what is your dream car? green camaro with 2 black strips down the middle. this.

opinion on smoking? u do u

do you go to college? Yup! Studying Sociology and Anthropology with a Specialization in Applied Social Research and a Minor in Political Science. I love school <3

what is your dream job? Professor.... ^^^^^^

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? neither, city.

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? No. But my mother does -_-

do you have freckles? uhm no

do you smile for pictures? yeah!

how many pictures do you have on your phone? like 300?

have you ever peed in the woods? uhm yes probs

do you still watch cartoons? of course! best tv lol

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? don’t eat wheat so neither

Favorite dipping sauce? ketchup goes with everything

what do you wear to bed? t shirt, shorts or sweats

have you ever won a spelling bee? no way. i suck at the spelling

what are your hobbies? drinking coffee, reading, going for drives, watching movie trailers.

can you draw? ahahah no.

do you play an instrument? I used to play piano.

what was the last concert you saw? BTOB at Toronto Kpop Con

tea or coffee? COFFEE <3

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? Starbucks. I go everyday and know all the baristas at the one near my house~ met one of my bffs there when they say i had a bigbang key chain on my phone.

do you want to get married? yes plz

what is your crush’s first and last initial? crush right now?? I don’t have one.

are you going to change your last name when you get married? depends on who I marry! and what I’m doing professionally.

what color looks best on you? black.. ahah no probs reds or blues.

you sleep with your door open or closed? SHUT

do you believe in ghosts? maybe

what is your biggest pet peeve? when people hear a song for the first time and can already hum along like stop no how do u know the song already?

last person you called? my mom to ask about dinner lol

favorite ice cream flavor? mint chip, but they don’t have that in a dairy free option so chocolate.

regular oreos or golden oreos? neither

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? neither

what shirt are you wearing? white with thin black stripes

what is your phone background? lock screen: zico from shes a baby, home screen: MJ from astro smelling flower.

are you outgoing or shy? probs more out going

do you like it when people play with your hair? yes~

do you like your neighbors? ehhh they ight

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? in the shower whenever that is

have you ever been high? no

have you ever been drunk? :D

last thing you ate? bubble tea

favorite lyrics right now? why by owol lol

summer or winter? fall~

day or night? night time

dark, milk, or white chocolate? dark i guess

favorite month? none

what is your zodiac sign? Pisces

who was the last person you cried in front of? I cried the other night in the walk in fridge at work so... in front of the coke cans lol

(BONUS QUESTION THAT I ADDED) Do you have any tattoos or piercings? ears pierced

oh my that was long! but fun~ i liked getting to read your answers @biaswreckers-inc hehe. I tag @kevin-woo-me, @stanukiss2k17, and @moongoddess0923 (this is my side blog from @adraughtofamortentia lol) if you’d like to do it~ and anyone else who wants to do it! tag me when ur done so I can creep ur answers~~

[damnedifivoodoo]

Choose one!

CHOOSE ONE! Then tag 10 of your followers!

1: hugs or kisses? hugs

2: night or day? night

3: internet or tv? internet lmao

4: sweet or sour? sour

5: red, white or blue? blue

6: 1800s or 1900s? 1900s

7: space or the ocean? neither plz (but space probs)

8: ice-cream or frozen yogurt? both, gimme bothhhh

9: reading or writing? writing

10: raining or sunny? raining

11: winter or summer? anything but summer

12: spring or autumn/fall? spring

13: too cold or too warm? too cold

14: elevators or escalators? escalators

15: apples or oranges? apples

16: fire or ice? ice

17: plane crash or car crash? car i guess

18: planes or boats? planesss fuck boats

19: the sea or a pool? pool fersher

20: singing or dancing? world needs more of both

21: long hair or short hair? long hair

22: january or december? december

23: your first child - boy or girl? plz no kids (girl tho) 

24: chocolate sauce or strawberry sauce? chocolate sauce

25: coffee or tea? tea

26: in your coffee/tea - sugar or no sugar? no sugar

27: gif or jif? gif

28: science or religion? probs science idk

29: tornado or hurricane? tornado

30: black or white? black

31: laptop or desktop? i miss my desktop

32: cat or dog? cat (unless its wrigley)

33: chicken or turkey? animal? chicken. food? neither.

34: shower or bath? bath omg i would kill for a bath tub

35: disneyland or universal studios? bitch idk 

36: potatoes - mashed or baked? masheeeeed

37: eggs - fried, boiled, scrambled or poached? scrambled if i have to eat em

38: cake or pie? theres so many variables here um um um cake

39: ben & jerry’s or häagen-dazs? neither, i like soft serve owo;

40: christmas or halloween? uhhh christmas. halloween is a joke anymore tbh

41: books or magazines? books 

42: inside or outside? outside

43: movies or tv shows? movies i guess 

44: mcdonald’s or burger king? mcdonalds

45: the past or the future? past i guess early death sounds gr8

46: superpowers - fly or read minds? fly

47: piercings or tattoos? piercings 

48: end of the world - zombie apocalypse or world war 3? zombies i guess

49: starbucks or subway? subway

50: love or lust? lust

51: kitten, puppy or micropig? kitten

52: if you could, which would you stop - 9/11 or the holocaust? probs holocaust 

53: mermaids/mermen or unicorns? merfolk probs 

54: america or britain? neither?

55: dumbledore or gandalf? dumbledore cuz idk anything bout gandalf

56: ninjas or pirates? pirates

57: firefox, safari or chrome? chrome

58: marvel or dc? marvel

59: pepsi or coke? pepsi if plain. cherry coke if flavored. 

60: circus or amusement park? amusement park

61: ebook or physical book? physical book

62: greek or roman? greek i guess

63: thor or loki? thor!

64: sam or dean winchester? uhhhh fuck idk enough to pick

65: stefan or damon salvatore? damon. im weak for those eyes 

66: brown or white bread? i just like bread in general fam

67: sunrise or sunset? sunrise b/c no mosquitoes

68: drought or flood? flood

69: train or bus? train

70: kids or pets? pets omg 

71: poetry or song lyrics? i’ma go with poetry

72: horror movie or chick flick? horror plz

73: play video games on - pc or console (xbox/playstation)? pc

74: cookies or donuts? uhhh cookies 

75: saturday or sunday? saturday

76: lord of the rings or harry potter? harry potter

77: bands or solo artists? bands bands bands!!!

78: art or music? bothhhh smush ‘em together for best effect 

79: get lost in - london or paris? paris b/c aesthetic

80: new year’s eve or christmas eve? christmas eve

81: museums or nature parks? i like both tho :c

82: lightning or thunder? thunder

83: lions, tigers or bears? burrs

84: popcorn or candy floss/cotton candy? cotton candy!

85: be stuck in a room with - clowns or insects? clowns

86: soup or salad? salad

87: asks or fanmail? asks 

88: scottish accent or irish accent? uhhhhh scottish maybe?

89: ‘friends’ or ‘the big bang theory’? friends

90: ‘supernatural’ or 'the vampire diaries’? vampire diaries is a guilty pleasure

91: 'the simpsons’ or 'family guy’? neither

92: toothache or earache? ?! neither plz (tooth i guess)

93: 'x-men’ or 'guardians of the galaxy’? not really into either

94: be stranded in antarctica or the sahara desert? antartica

95: penguins or polar bears? penguins are less murdery

96: 'frozen’ or 'tangled’? tangled

97: snowmen or icebergs? snowmen #leavetitanicalone

98: handwritten letter or email? handwritten

99: apple or andriod? currently have an iphone but i’ma go with android

100: the end or the beginning? enddddddddd

I was tagged by @the-damnedest-creature (thank you! ^^)

I’m tagging @powerofpinsol @prussianmoose @techqueen @death-metal-becomes-her @uruha-lips @nihiluru @pikkuinen @kaipuppet-of-the-skirt-fort @katnerd20 @diegusta

[techqueen]

Choose one!

CHOOSE ONE! Then tag 10 of your followers!

1: hugs or kisses? both

2: night or day? night

3: internet or tv? internet ayyyy

4: sweet or sour? sweet

5: red, white or blue? red

6: 1800s or 1900s? 1900s

7: space or the ocean? ocean???

8: ice-cream or frozen yogurt? both

9: reading or writing? writing

10: raining or sunny? raining

11: winter or summer? winter

12: spring or autumn/fall? both

13: too cold or too warm? too cold

14: elevators or escalators? escalators

15: apples or oranges? apples

16: fire or ice? fire

17: plane crash or car crash? car i guess

18: planes or boats? planes

19: the sea or a pool? pool bc fuck sand

20: singing or dancing? singing

21: long hair or short hair? shortttttttt

22: january or december? december

23: your first child - boy or girl? no fuckin kids 

24: chocolate sauce or strawberry sauce? chocolate sauce

25: coffee or tea? tea

26: in your coffee/tea - sugar or no sugar? splenda

27: gif or jif? gif

28: science or religion? science

29: tornado or hurricane? tornado

30: black or white? black

31: laptop or desktop? i want a desktop but laptop :’)

32: cat or dog? DOGE

33: chicken or turkey? chicken

34: shower or bath? both

35: disneyland or universal studios? didney

36: potatoes - mashed or baked? mashed potate

37: eggs - fried, boiled, scrambled or poached? uhhh eggs in a basket if i gotta eat them....

38: cake or pie? chocolate cake or pumpkin pie

39: ben & jerry’s or häagen-dazs? haagen-dazs

40: christmas or halloween? both

41: books or magazines? books

42: inside or outside? both?

43: movies or tv shows? movies 

44: mcdonald’s or burger king? mcdonalds

45: the past or the future? neither 

46: superpowers - fly or read minds? fly

47: piercings or tattoos? piercings

48: end of the world - zombie apocalypse or world war 3? neither plz

49: starbucks or subway? starbucks

50: love or lust? love

51: kitten, puppy or micropig? puppy

52: if you could, which would you stop - 9/11 or the holocaust? holocaust

53: mermaids/mermen or unicorns? merfolk

54: america or britain? uhh neither?

55: dumbledore or gandalf? gandalf i guess?

56: ninjas or pirates? pirates

57: firefox, safari or chrome? chrome

58: marvel or dc? marvel

59: pepsi or coke? DR.PEPPER BC PEPSI AND COKE SUCK

60: circus or amusement park? amusement park

61: ebook or physical book? physical book bc i can keep track of where im at easier

62: greek or roman? greek????

63: thor or loki? loki

64: sam or dean winchester? neither

65: stefan or damon salvatore? neither? they’re ‘meh’ 

66: brown or white bread? white bread is best but all bread is good

67: sunrise or sunset? sunset bc i can sleep in

68: drought or flood? flood

69: train or bus? train

70: kids or pets? pets

71: poetry or song lyrics? uhhh song lyrics

72: horror movie or chick flick? uhhh horror???

73: play video games on - pc or console (xbox/playstation)? pc bc i cant afford consoles, unless its handheld

74: cookies or donuts? both

75: saturday or sunday? saturday

76: lord of the rings or harry potter? both?

77: bands or solo artists? bands

78: art or music? both

79: get lost in - london or paris? either?

80: new year’s eve or christmas eve? xmas eve

81: museums or nature parks? both

82: lightning or thunder? lightening

83: lions, tigers or bears? tigers

84: popcorn or candy floss/cotton candy? neither

85: be stuck in a room with - clowns or insects? clowns

86: soup or salad? soup

87: asks or fanmail? asks

88: scottish accent or irish accent? irish?

89: ‘friends’ or ‘the big bang theory’? neither

90: ‘supernatural’ or ‘the vampire diaries’? uhh vampire diaries?? idk

91: 'the simpsons’ or 'family guy’? neither

92: toothache or earache? uhh neither but toothache i guess?

93: 'x-men’ or 'guardians of the galaxy’? guardians

94: be stranded in antarctica or the sahara desert? antartica

95: penguins or polar bears? penguins

96: 'frozen’ or 'tangled’? with how many times i had to watch frozen with the girls, tangled

97: snowmen or icebergs? snowmen

98: handwritten letter or email? email

99: apple or andriod? android

100: the end or the beginning? end

got tagged by @damnedifivoodoo