#The place indicator is COMPLETELY broken lmfao

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[elysianslove]

jujutsu sorcerer!reader; haikyuu boys 

requested by anon(s): haikyuu boys with a crush on a jujutsu sorcerer, and being saved by them

pairings; hinata shōyō x reader, kuroo tetsurō x reader, tsukishima kei x reader, kozume kenma x reader 

genre; fluff

warnings; some mentions of death

hinata shōyō

to hinata, you probably stand out more than you’d think

idk why but i love love love the concept of hinata having like a completely opposite s/o kagehina. as in, i can see him so well with an alt!s/o or a goth!s/o. i can’t explain it it just works so well in my head

the fact that you were so mysterious and quiet really, and i mean really, peaked his interest. unlike literally any other character, he is nosy, and he wants to know why and how and when and who you are, so he does make effort to talk to you often

you always kinda just smile at him and give him one word replies. it’s not that you don’t like him, it’s more that you’re here for a reason and you don’t want him to get caught up in the middle of it all. you’d hate for something to happen to someone as pure as him

your attitude towards does not throw him off in the least. he’ll just want to get to know you even more

one of his upperclassmen, like tanaka or noya, probably notice and try telling him things about you to kinda back him off of you because they’re scared of you lowkey 

ik i used this scenario before but it fits hinata too; we all know he stays late to practice often, so it isn’t a surprise or it isn’t too odd that he stays yet another day until the sun has long since set. you’d only known he was in the volleyball club in passing, but you didn’t know him well enough to anticipate that he’d be in the gym this late

the most remote place, and the closest too, that you could think of at literally nine pm was the boys’ gymnasium, so you’d led the curse there in hopes of driving it away from other people around it. you hadn’t expected that you’d be leading the curse straight to another target 

hinata was the only one there, too, so it wouldn’t be too difficult to attack him 

one moment, he’s just tossing the ball against the wall and receiving it, the next the gymnasium is being broken into by some creature from above, followed by you and your angry yells

you were really focused on the curse, prepared to battle it and exorcise it, before you finally spot him. he’s frozen, the ball dropped from his hand and rolling away from him. the way he’s staring at you, and the way he keeps eyeing the creature in fear, it clicks something in you, you don’t know what

but you don’t give the curse a chance to even try and attack, immediately charging at it and exorcising it quickly, defeating it right away. it dies away with an agonizing yell and you’re pretty sure this’ll count as trauma for the poor kid before he rushes towards you, grasping your wrists and staring at you like you just hung the moon in the sky

“what the hell was that that was so cool oh my god can you do it again can you teach me how to do it you are so badass —“

like baby breathe omg 

even the way you laughed at him was intimidatingly hot he was a goner !!! 

now that he knows of your nature, it attaches him to your hip. you can’t get rid of him anymore but it’s okay he’s literally sunshine in human form 

as a duo, and as romantic partners, you really are complete opposites, but that’s why you fit so well together you know! 

if you can conjure up something like the divine dogs like megumi, expect him to constantly pester you for them <3

kuroo tetsurō

listen, he knew you were a little odd from the moment you joined nekoma. like there was no doubt about it there was something off about you. he had some type of feeling that you weren’t really here for the education you know? 

but the rational side of him convinced himself he wanted to live in some type of movie so he dropped it

he does try to get to know you, though, yeah, of course he had to fall for that one person that no one knows anything about 

kuroo’s just trynna be the main character lmfao

with kuroo, he actually succeeds in growing closer to you. i mean who can resist him? no one

it starts off simple, he’d invite you to games, sit with you during lunch, before it escalates more into walking you home some days, inviting you over during weekend games, inviting you over at outings with his friends

more often than not, especially when said outings happened during nighttime, you’d decline. he didn’t really think much of it though, he just let you be, you know? 

then, one time, you decide to go for it. 

he invites you out to the movies with some of the vbc boys, and you accept. you figure you being gone for a few hours won’t hurt anyone, and it wasn’t like there aren’t any other jujutsu sorcerers available in tokyo. it’s a big city, you rationalize 

halfway through the movie, something feels off, and as a sorcerer, you know to trust your gut instinct, so you excuse yourself to the bathroom to check the area out. kuroo, having felt like something wasn’t right with you, and being slightly worried himself, goes after you. 

turns out you were right. two people had already died by the time you come to the alleyway behind the theatre, and there’s a curse hovering by their bodies. you’re slower to react because of the initial shock, and when you see kuroo coming out of the same backdoor you’d just left out of, your body entirely freezes

until the curse jumps to attack him, and in a flash, you’re by his side, kicking away at the curse, watching as it smashes roughly against a wall 

kuroo’s immediately asking questions, but you can’t exactly focus on him at the moment. you prioritize eliminating and exorcising the curse first, and when that’s done and dusted, you lead kuroo away from the theatre

he’s very shaken by the whole scene, especially after having seen two corpses 

that night, you lead him to your home, and he stays there. he keeps you up all night, but it’s understandable. throughout it all, you reassure him of his safety constantly, telling him that you’d never let anyone or anything ever hurt him

it’s what brings you two closer together 

because that incident had been his introduction to that specific world, he grows very wary anytime you’re sent out on missions, but you always come back home to him, and that’s what matters <3

tsukishima kei 

please tsukki with a crush is hilarious cause he’s so bad at expressing his feelings 

you’re actually really similar to him in that you’re quiet and that you don’t really appreciate talking and conversing to others. you tend to keep to yourself, and he really respects that, like deep down 

he thought you were just a really timid person until he snaps at you once and you snap back. and then it was like everything that has ever happened to him led to this moment right here because what the fucsjdhwf

the fact that he recognized his feelings for you kinda made him even warier of you. like his scowl is deeper and his bite is harsher, but that’s really only because he does not know how to deal with these emotions. like he has a bad way of expressing them correctly 

you two build this small relationship between you. it’s like a teasing thing, where it’s literally just all bark and no bite. it’s lowkey fun, and you grow to appreciate his presence 

he doesn’t really question it when you miss days of schools, or when you return the days after that all bandaged and bruised. he figures it’s not his business to ask questions like that, and just continues to observe you from afar

anyways! one night he’s walking home, all alone, peacefully, before he sees you dash by him, being chased by??? what the fuck is that???

tsukki just pauses, but he’s not even like scared or worried he’s just confused and a little amused tbh. he stands in place while his eyes follow your movements as you allow the creature to chase at you, before you make a sharp turn and hit it, sending it flying back

except, you hadn’t realized the direction you’d hit it at

the curse goes flying at tsukki, and he’s just staring at it like, “hm,” not moving an inch. he’s trynna give you an aneurysm on god 

you scream at him to move, but you’re already rushing towards him. as soon as you can, you throw your arms around him and topple him to the ground. you land on top of him, but you don’t get to see his flustered face because you’re off of him way too soon, taking care of the issue at hand 

he’s a little surprised at the reason you’re always cut up and bruised, but he can’t say he’s not even a little amazed at just,,, how cool you seem

he’s still on the ground lol and you hit him with “i hope you’re not waiting for me to pick you up.”

“it is your fault i’m on the ground to begin with.”

you help him up 

with an eye roll of course 

when he’s standing again before you, he just sighs and lifts a finger to his face, as if to indicate to your face. then he says, “that explains all this then,” referring to the bruises painting your skin 

your relationship doesn’t change much for a while after that, except that knowing glance he gives you every time you walk into class exhausted 

likes to call it monster hunting for some reason 

clearly you’re the only one out of the two of you with any balls because you’re the one that confesses. thanks for saving him the trouble hehe

he’ll never tell you to your face, but he thinks he is incredibly lucky to have someone as badass as you as his s/o

kozume kenma 

kenma probably took note of your exceptional situation for a few, but he didn’t give it much thought initially. like so what if you were super secretive? not like anyone knew much of him himself 

it’s not until kuroo or someone points out like, “they’re quite odd, right?” that he starts to pay attention, but he’s not sure why

maybe he’s trying to convince himself and others that you’re not really odd for being the way that you are. just secretive and mysterious and introverted. like. does that make him odd? 

he starts to notice things like you staying after school for late, late hours, but not because you’re a part of any club, and things like your missing of school, or how your knuckles are always, always bandaged and wrapped, or how you seemed to be at the oddest of locations at the oddest of times

it’s not really like him to be too interested in what you do, so he doesn’t invest all his thoughts and energy into. he does though dwell over it for a lot longer than you’d think 

sometimes, kenma takes a console of his, and heads up his rooftop, because it just feels really safe where nobody and nothing can get to him

he’s proven wrong one night when, in the middle of the game, he hears thumps across the rooftop. he thinks he’s being tricked by the game he’s playing, until he feels something behind him, until the hairs on the nape of his neck stand and a shive runs down his spine because there is something breathing down his neck

and then he hears your all too familiar voice whispering out, “don’t move, please.” 

it’s honestly not like he could 

he sees you from the corner of his eye move in a flash, and suddenly, when the feeling is gone, he finds himself able to move again, and he turns around

it honestly looks like a scene from a movie, what he’s staring at. you battle the curse so well, and kenma is fully and shamelessly enamored by you and the way you moved so swiftly and efficiently, as you dodge and attack, and as you finally exorcise 

like he’s so in awe he has to pinch himself to convince himself he’s not dreaming 

when the curse is taken care of, you just slowly approach him, kneeling by his side and asking in a soft voice if he was okay. he decided then and there that no, you were not odd at all. you just saved his life, so,,,

you urge him to go back inside, to stay safe, and he just nods as you lead the way to his window. and when he slips inside, for some reason, he finds it in himself to ask you to stay too

to stay safe, of course

it takes you by surprise a little, but at the genuineness in his eyes, you accept, and stay up playing games with him

and when you greet him in school the next day with a smile and a wave, kenma returns it, just as brightly <3

[thran-duils]

When the Truth Comes Out (P.2)

Title: When the Truth Comes Out (Part 2) Summary: Reader/Professor Novak. The reader is in graduate school and has fallen into a surreptitious relationship with her married professor. Professor Novak is educated, handsome, and fascinating. But he has an issue of drawing healthy boundaries for him and the reader. And it all comes to a head when their secret is found out and everything has to change. Words: 3,368 Warnings: Smut, ***ANGST***, infidelity, emotional abuse, eventual happiness(?idk if it’s super happy but lmfao)

Author’s Note: Another warning, the reader is far too dependent on him. And Castiel is very emotionally manipulative! If that is triggering, please don’t read on. I promise I’ll update the oh so much more healthy (lol) Bartender!Cas this week.

Part One || Part 3 || Fanfic masterpost || Masterpost (mobile)

You brought the bottle back to your lips. You were taking pulls straight from the bottle, sitting on your bed, covered in your blankets. Leaning your head back on the wall, you sniffled, threatening to sob all over again. You were thankful your roommate was over at her girlfriend’s, so she was not here to ask you questions and you were allowed to cry as loudly and as long as you pleased.

Castiel had texted you at five times since you had stormed out of his office last night. The first three had been pleading for you to speak with him. The last two you could tell he was losing patience.

Don’t do this to me. This is unfair and you know better.

The last one he had sent.

You had almost thrown your phone into the wall when you read that one. He was one to talk about things unfair. You had given him everything in the last two years and it was all in secret. It was exhausting keeping a relationship like yours private and you knew there was the potential of this happening. In all honesty, deep down, you knew he could not leave her, would not, not when everything was flimsy around his parent’s health. Not when he had a great job here, a nice house. This child was something to ground the two of them and give him some piece of happiness they had wanted for so long.

It was infuriating that he tried to talk you out of your anger, as if it was not warranted. You had left because there was the large possibility, he would have been able to; he had a way with words and breaking down your walls. It was safer to leave to avoid that. You needed time with your thoughts.

The bottle touched your lips again and you took another drink. Sniffling, tears fell down your cheeks. You hated that she was pregnant. You hated feeling sorry for her now – and not before – to the point that you were reluctant to pursue any further relationship with Castiel. And it made you angry you felt sorry.

But mostly you hated that you dreaded the fact that you knew eventually you would crumble in your resolve in giving him the cold shoulder. He was just too damn important to you; you basked in his praise and affection. What if you pushed him too far and he stopped reaching out to you at all? The thought terrified you. Yet did you deserve the way he was willing to treat you?

You just wanted to sleep. You had not been able to since you had left his office. It was now 3:00am. You were just sad and drunk, and you only wanted to sleep. You took another long drink before placing the bottle on the side table. You felt lightheaded as you snuggled down into your blankets, clutching your phone.

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Are you just going to keep ignoring me?

Y/N, if you’re planning to wreck me, at least have the respect to tell me.

You scoffed loudly. Of course he was worried about that. You threw your phone onto your bed, turning away to look at yourself in the mirror.

“You shouldn’t be texting me since she knows your password,” you muttered underneath your breath scornfully, pulling at the fabric of the dress. It was tight at your hips, cut just mid-thigh. You were contemplating going to the bar and finding someone. You had not had a one-night stand in years and you wanted to release some pent up anger and how better to do that than having a wild night with a guy?

A day had passed and Castiel was still texting and calling you. You had woken up hung over yesterday – not a surprise and texted him curtly back telling him you were vomiting and just wanted to sleep. You immediately regretted it because that caused him to change course, asking you if you needed anything that he could bring you. It only served to make you more upset because you knew he was sincere in the offer – how many times had he paid for your groceries for instance? – but you could see through the surface too; he had seen an avenue to get his foot back in the door and did not hesitate.

The guy you took home that night was the complete opposite of Castiel, long haired and lean. His hands were calloused, skin traced with tattoos. He gave you what you wanted though, freedom from your thoughts as you drowned in pleasure with him.

When he fell asleep next to you early in the morning, though, the thoughts crept back in. You had gone years without sleeping with anyone else and the realization you had broken the streak made you feel powerful more than anything. You were still desirable, and you had enjoyed the different way he handled you.

You picked up your phone, itching to confess to Castiel, to hurt him like he had hurt you. Maybe him seeing you with someone else would set a fire underneath his ass.

You giggled to yourself when the flash off, making sure it had not woken the guy up. You had only taken one of his back since he was facing away from you. The blanket was at his waist, exposing his back, his hair sprawled over the pillow.

I had a fun night. Did you? you sent attached with a picture.

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Castiel did not respond to your picture.

This was it; you had pushed him too far.

Too many times you had picked up your phone today, opening your texts to send him something. But there was nothing that came to mind that would suffice. There was some remorse, but you did not want to apologize… not really. The ball was in his court in how he wanted to proceed and that scared the shit out of you. You had relinquished the control you had been holding.

It was hard to focus but you needed to, you were behind on your work from the last few days. Everything your classmate was writing about seemed trite which made it all the harder to make notes and give them feedback in your peer review. You had turned on one of your playlists you used to help to make you hone in on your work; it was helping a little bit and a little was better than nothing.

Suddenly, your phone was ringing on your desk loudly over your music next to where you were typing causing you to jump. Leaning forward, you saw it was him. You let it go to voicemail, cursing under your breath. You were afraid of what he was going to say, you wanted him to just text you what you wanted to say so you could have time to think of a good response. But you would have a voicemail more than likely. He had left a few of those too.

The ringing came again, and you shot a look over, half surprised to see it was him again. He had refrained from calling back-to-back until now. But the game had changed had it not with your move last night? You picked the phone up, your finger hovering over the answer button. Before it went to voicemail, you answered, not saying anything.

“Y/N?” His voice was tight. He waited a beat. “Are you there?”

“Yes.”

“Are you home? Your car is here.”

Confused to how he knew that you answered uncertainly, “Yes?”

“Come outside.”

“What?”

“Come outside,” he repeated, with more force this time. “You know what my car looks like.”

You heard a click, indicating he had hung up. You stared down at your phone, dumbfounded at the exchange. Was he really outside waiting in his car? The sound of heavy rain outside found your ears and you swallowed sharply, turning in your chair to look at your closet. That was when your heart began to hammer in anticipation, your lips twitching from a smile. He was there; he had come to you. That he still wanted to despite what had happened… you dressed quickly, throwing on shoes and a raincoat, not bothering to change out of your leggings and sweatshirt.

He was parked down the street in his deep blue Chevy Equinox. You had never been inside the SUV, only seen it from the outside. You had peered through the windows once, taking in the interior. You had felt envy at the high-tech dashboard, wishing you could afford a better car than you had.

When you opened the door, you hopped in quickly to escape the rain. Shivering, you closed the door, avoiding eye contact. He took off without saying anything and you rushed to put your seatbelt on. You slowly pushed your hood back, adjusting in your seat, trying to relax. Where were you going?

It was silent, unbearably quiet as he drove through the city. You wondered if he was afraid of anyone seeing you in his car. Had something happened to remove that fear?

“You’re acting like a child,” Castiel scolded, breaking the silence. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, he was gripping it so tightly. “I should not be surprised though because you still are one.”

“Wh—”

“No, I expect too much of you sometimes,” Castiel cut you off, taking his eyes off the road only for a moment to shoot you a glance. “And I shouldn’t hold that against you.”

“I’m not a child,” you protested hurt, and you hated the way your voice sounded. You sure sounded like one whining the way you were, which was not helping your case.

Castiel shook his head as he turned onto the highway heading out of town. You furrowed your brow and asked where you were going. He by stepped your question and said, “Ignoring me. Storming out of the office like you did without having a mature conversation about it. Sending me pics of someone you no doubt picked up from a bar to fuck. Everything you did and continue to do is childish, Y/N. You might not be a child physically, but you certainly aren’t mature enough to handle what needs to happen if this is to continue. That is even if you want it to.”

“I do,” you blurted, wanting to remove any doubt from his mind. Shame licked at you for how quickly you were tossing your self-respect out the window, but he sounded like he was considering ending it completely with you. That was the complete opposite of what you wanted.

“It doesn’t sure seem like it. And can you blame me with your actions last night? What were you even thinking with that little stunt?”

You said nothing, choosing to avoid eye contact and shrink into yourself.

“And why are you not going to class?” Castiel demanded, shooting you another disproving look.

He knew your schedule; you had given it to him at the beginning of the quarter, so he knew when and when not to contact you. The thought of him waiting outside of your class to try to catch you the last couple of days only to find you not there made you tense.

“You’re paying a lot of money to just sit at home,” he continued chastising you. “I understand that you are hurt but, Jesus, Y/N. Don’t spiral like you tend to.”

That dig shot your wall right back up.

“Spiral?” you asked in disbelief about his choice of word, turning in your seat to look at him. “I’m am hurt! You are right! And I have a right to feel that way. You are asking me to put everything on hold while you get ready for your baby and try to repair things with your wife.”

“Not everything, don’t be overdramatic, Y/N. Just us.”

“Then what is this?” you asked, a mixture of anxiety and anger beginning to swirl in the pit of your stomach. “If we are were supposed to be putting things on hold, why am I here in your car? Driving to who knows where?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. You really think it would be that easy for me to just stop caring?” Castiel asked you heavily. “I wanted to talk to you. Talk to you more about everything. And the car gives us privacy. Especially out at the river.”

At least he gave you answer now where the two of you were going.

“Isn’t she going to be suspicious?”

“It’s the middle of the day,” Castiel returned, taking the exit towards one of the backroads along the river. “I should be in the office.”

You wondered if he had cancelled office hours to come get you. He must have if he was not supposed to be teaching. You studied his profile, contemplating on how to progress in the conversation.

“What are you thinking about?” Castiel asked you. You shrugged, honestly. “That’s not helpful, Y/N.”

You shrugged again, sighing. “I don’t know. I don’t know what you want me to do here. I can’t just wait around. I knew, I knew, it would be like this if it ever came to light. And I was still surprised to hear you say it… that you were still going to stay. And then you have the audacity to ask me to just stay put. That’s wrong.”

Castiel let out a little chuckle and you glared at him. “’It’s wrong’. It’s wrong to ask you to hold out?”

“Yes! You get to rekindle your relationship and be cared for. And I, what? Just stay by myself? That is wrong, Castiel.” Tears stung your eyes explaining this to him. “If you are serious about trying to build things back up, then you need to let me try to find comfort somewhere too. Not leave me in the cold on a maybe.”

“It’s not a maybe—”

“Yes, it is! You could really fall back in love and this could be the thing that saves you two. And don’t even argue!” He had started to say something in retort, but you cut him off. He looked displeased but you had gained confidence to tell him how you were really feeling, despite how you were openly crying now. “You know that is a possibility. It’s a very real one. And then I would have just wasted my time being by myself when I could have been moving on.”

Castiel was quiet now as he turned onto the side road leading down to a spot by the river side.

“It’s not fair,” you muttered, crossing your arms, and staring out the window. You did not bother wiping the tears away, wanting him to see them.

The car came to a stop, Castiel putting it into park and kept it running to keep the heat on, you surmised.

Castiel turned to look at you, putting his arm across, resting his hand on the back of your seat. You risked looking out the corner of your eye at him as he sighed, “Fine. Fine, yes. It isn’t fair to ask that of you. You are right. You deserve better than that and I want to give you that. That being said, what you did really hurt me last night. It was petty. And I think you know that and you actually look remorseful, so… I’ll just have to get over it. In the future though, I hope you choose something more meaningful in someone. I don’t like it… the idea of you being with someone else, let alone...” He cleared his throat, trailing off. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts before he turned his gaze back to you, shaking his head. “But I can’t let you come to resent me; that would hurt worse. To lose you completely. We just… need to be honest with each other.”

You softened your posture as he spoke, more tears pricking your eyes. All you wanted was for him to take it back and apologize. You thought it was going to be harder than this considering how the conversation had been going.

His hand moved to come grasp you behind the neck, his thumb gently grazing your jawline. His touch was tender, and he was winning you over so easily. Had you ever had any real power at all?

“Can you be honest with me, Y/N? About anything that comes up relationship-wise? I’ve been honest with you.” Breathing shakily, you nodded. “Can you look at me?” You did as he asked, eyes glistening. He looked at you with adoration, a small smile on his face. “Thank you, love. I don’t like when you won’t look at me.” He brushed a tear away and you leaned into his touch. “I’m sorry that it came to this. I naively hoped it never would. I love you so much and don’t like seeing you hurt. I’m sorry.”

Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He inhaled deeply before placing another slow kiss. You titled your head up in invitation and he accepted, his lips coming to rest on yours. He deepened the kiss, holding your face and you let him.

“How is this ‘fixing it’, Castiel?” you asked him, your foreheads together. “Are you just hoping it goes back to normal? It can’t. And this isn’t changing much, is it? We are still sneaking around.”

Shaking his head, Castiel told you as he pulled away to be able to look you in the eyes, “It’s not going to go back to normal. No more late nights. No more sex in the office. We’ve got to be more discreet, do what we are doing today. So yes, sneaking around still. But, during a time that it won’t draw suspicion. And it’s got to be less frequent.”

“How less frequent?” you fought to keep the whine out of your voice.

“We’ll determine that as we go along. Can we do that?” You nodded in affirmation and he smiled at you warmly. “Plus… I downloaded Snapchat. We can text there. I have the app hidden in an extra file on my phone. And we can still send pics and videos there in between. Does that sound okay with you?” You nodded again and he looked satisfied.

His eyes trailed down, and his hands followed his gaze, slipping up into your jacket to pull it off your shoulder. You reached up to stop him and he froze, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly.

“Don’t you have to get back?” you said.

“It’s only 2:00pm. Here is perfect.”

You looked around and despite the rain more than likely deterring people from walking, you were hesitant. “It’s… what if someone comes by?”

“So, what? This is the only way it’s going to work.” You did not move and Castiel pushed his hands further in, pulling your jacket down your arms. “Come on,” he coaxed you, tossing your jacket to the ground, and his hand moving back up to caress your cheek. “Crawl back there with me. I put down the seats just for us. Let me revel in you.”

Not knowing when the next time would be that you could be with him, you did as he asked, and he followed you into the back of the SUV. He had you undressed to your underwear swiftly, peppering your bare skin with kisses and soft sucks in visible places and harder where it would be safe for him to leave marks along your breasts.

He trailed soft kisses down your abdomen, keeping eye contact with you as he did so. Your breath hitched when he ran his fingers delicately up the crotch of your underwear. His fingers slipped underneath the band, entering your quickly wetting pussy. Bringing his fingers back up to his lips, he sucked earnestly.

“You taste so good,” he husked, his eyes blown black with lust. He tore your underwear off, tossing them aside. He buried his face, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

As your hands clenched into fists feeling his tongue lap at you, you pushed everything else from your mind, falling into feeling him worship you.

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[staracha]

just a cute date

bf! bang chan x gf! reader

lmfao enjoy reading this uhh wtv this is

“why the fuck are we at chuck e. cheese?”

“you said i could pick where our next date would be at and i did.”

“yeah, but chuck e. cheese? we’re going to a place hosted by a rat!” chan was about ready to turn the car right back on and drive out of there.

you rolled your eyes, taking the keys from his hand before he could even put it back in the ignition. “the face of this business is a rat. it’s not hosted by one. learn the difference! besides, it’s a mouse, not a rat.”

he narrowed his eyes at you. “doesn’t change the fact that chuck e. cheese is a furry.”

you took a deep breath. “please take that back right now. i don’t need you ruining my childhood experience.”

“aw baby, if you didn’t wanna come here you should’ve said so!” he smiled at you as he reached for the keys, but you pulled your hand away before he could.

“i never said that.” you put the keys in your purse and opened the car door. “now come on, i’m hungry.”

chan groaned but got out of the car anyway. he took small, slow steps across the parking lot. you went over to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him along.

“quit being such a baby about it.”

he held onto your hand, quickening his pace just a little. “me? a baby? you’re the one who chose an establishment for children as a date.”

“yeah, who would’ve thought i’d have a big baby to bring here, huh?”

“everyday i have to remind myself why we’re still dating.” chan could sense the sad eyes you were giving him. “and it’s because i love you too much.”

“i was just about ready to make a new post. ‘just got my heart broken! at chuck e. cheese.’” you exclaimed as you threw your hands up into the air, but making sure not to let go of chan’s hand.

chan laughed at that. “yeah cause nothing screams ‘romance gone wrong’ like chuck e. cheese.”

you were immediately hit with the loud atmosphere when you two walked in. from all the children screaming to the sounds coming from all the different machines.

“you regretting this now?” chan couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped as he noticed your slightly annoyed expression at a particularly loud shriek coming from a kid.

you had just gotten the ink stamp on your wrist and were already making your way to the counter to order.

“nope. not at all.”

once your order was put in and you had both gotten your drinks, you headed to a table just outside the boundary that separated you guys from the area with the animatronics on stage.

“you’re trying to give me nightmares here.” chan took a glance at animatronics and shuddered. he quickly turned his attention back towards you. “this is so sus. what kind of kid would be okay with those things just there!”

“okay, so maybe they’re a little creepy.”

“a little? that’s literally what i see when i get sleep paralysis!”

you look over at the animatronics, grimacing at their disturbing expressions. “okay, they’re creepy.”

“thank you.”

it wasn’t too long before the pizza was brought to your table along with some wings. as the server left, you caught chan eyeing the pizza.

“literally, who made this pizza?” chan asked as he took in the sight. “don’t get me wrong it smells good and all, but the slices are so mismatched it’s not even funny.”

“i think you’re over exa- what the hell?” your eyes landed on a few odd places on the pizza. you couldn’t deny that the slices didn’t exactly line up with one another.

“i’m about to pull a white lady move and ask to speak with the manager.” he started to shift out of his seat.

“you know what? we’ll just avoid those slices.” you reached over and placed your hand over his. “it’s only like three anyway.”

chan sighed and settled back down. “alright, but,” he held up one finger, signaling for you to wait a second. he slipped his hand out from under yours and reached into his pocket. chan held up his phone as he pointed it your way. “let me take a picture of you first.”

you rolled your eyes but posed for the picture nonetheless. he took the photo and typed a few things on his phone before showing you the photo.

“look at how cute you are.”

you laughed at the caption that read ‘on a date with my cute gf 🥵’ and pointed to the sticker placed at the bottom of the photo. “what’s with the big heart?”

“one: i wanted to show my love for you.” he turned his phone back towards himself, seemingly posting the photo. “and two: i didn’t want people getting distracted by the ugly pizza slices.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

“yeah, yeah. just eat your pizza so we can go play some games.”

after eating the pizza- minus the three odd slices -you two began looking for which game to start with first.

“should we play skee ball first?” you asked chan, turning to see him inspecting the card filled with points.

“i miss the coins. what kind of fun does a card give you?” chan scoffed as he continued to stare at the piece of plastic.

“we can cry about that later!” you grabbed onto his arm. “let’s go play skee ball!”

you and chan collaboratively earned a fair amount of tickets. though, a little girl snagged a couple tickets of yours.

“why you little-“

chan had to reach out and hold you back from trying to go for the girl.

“babe, she’s just a child.”

“a child who took my tickets!” you exclaimed as you attempted to get out of his grasp.

“she probably thought they were hers!” chan collected the rest of your guys’ tickets before dragging you to the basketball hoop.

needless to say, you two almost got kicked out due to the fact that chan was handing you each ball for you to put them right through the basketball hoop. and also because you started to beat up a machine after missing the jackpot just barely. though, you two fled the scene before an employee could get to the beeping machine.

after going around and playing practically any game possible to earn tickets, you and chan decided to call it quits and head to redeem your tickets.

you excitedly waved the paper receipt that read the number of tickets you two earned and hurried to the prize counter with chan following close behind.

chan laughed as he watched you scan the prizes. “you look more excited about this than when i asked you out on our first date.”

“i was beyond excited about our first date.” you admitted, but dismissed the statement with a wave of your hand. “i wasn’t going to let you know that though.”

chan let a pout rest on his face. “you’re so mean.”

“chan, we’ve literally been dating for almost a year now.” you kissed his pout. “no need to be sad about something that happened so long ago when we’re here now.”

“i guess so.” he continued to pout and even pointed at it, indicating he wanted another kiss.

you rolled your eyes, but gave him a kiss anyway causing him to smile.

after picking your prizes- which consisted of two plush toys and a bunch of candy -you and chan walked out holding hands as the sun appeared to be setting, turning the sky into a swirl of orange, pink, and yellow that was slowly overcoming the blue that was previously there.

“so maybe this turned out to be a better date than i thought it’d be.” chan admitted as he swung your hands back and forth.

“see? you had nothing to worry about.”

chan hummed. “of course i didn’t. i was gonna be here with you regardless. right?”

“right.”

a/n: hi so this was my first time writing a complete scenario of this sort? i hope it wasnt too bad or too short. lmk what you thought of it and if you’d like more later on! it honestly started off as a dumb idea i had but i had fun writing it out lol so yeah

[apollon-hyakinthios]

SO im assembling what may or may not turn into a poland-centric fanmix and i’m looking thru like, my entire music library, and i found a lot of songs that aren’t gonna end up on the mix but i have Thoughts

first of all this one is probably actually gonna be on the mix BUT ive got mystery of love by sufjan stevens which shows the rush of falling in love and new intimacy:

Oh, to see without my eyes The first time that you kissed me Boundless by the time I cried I built your walls around me White noise, what an awful sound Fumbling by Rogue River Feel my feet above the ground Hand of God, deliver me Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me The first time that you touched me Oh, will wonders ever cease? Blessed be the mystery of love

but also the sorrow of losing that intimacy and a relationship that once felt so perfect and wonderful falling apart:

How much sorrow can I take? Blackbird on my shoulder And what difference does it make When this love is over? Shall I sleep within your bed River of unhappiness Hold your hands upon my head Till I breathe my last breath

personally i interpret tolys as having had more mixed feelings about the marriage, and being slower to warm up to the idea of an actual romantic relationship with feliks; but i think that feliks probably fell hard for tolys pretty much right off the bat, and that it was probably the first time he’d felt so strongly about another person. using history as a kind of jumping-off point, and also drawing on the early comics where lithuania had ambivalent feelings of both affection and anger towards poland, i also extrapolate that their relationship during the commonwealth era had... its ups and downs instead of being completely perfect all the time. usually in my fanfic i kind of run on the assumption that their relationship took a little while to get started, and then it was good for a while and they were very in love, but eventually they began to have more and more conflict and their relationship grew very strained and then they were broken up. and also the many references to god in this song kind of hint at trying to conceptualize falling in love with someone of the same gender within a religious worldview; there’s an undercurrent of conflicted feelings there

i also think that hello and when we were young by adele fit into the period of their relationship during the 20th century, where (again kind of using history as a jumping-off point) they most likely went through long periods of not speaking to each other. i think that tolys would be mostly just really angry with feliks during this time (despite, imo, still having some lingering feelings as well) but that feliks would miss tolys very intensely and have a lot of nostalgia for the early days of their relationship, and regret for how it’s ended up

I'm in California dreaming about who we used to be When we were younger and free I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet There's such a difference between us And a million miles

or how “when we were young” is basically a song about a narrator who sees someone they used to be in a relationship with and has this kind of heartbreaking nostalgia for this person and the relationship they had, and the narrator is kind of still in love, but it’s implied that the other person is not and so the narrator wants to like... relish and preserve the moment and hold onto the memory for as long as they can

there’s also futile devices (also... by sufjan stevens) that includes a lot of lines that i think have applicability to the whole friendship-with-undercurrents-of-romantic-feelings situation that my Boys have in the modern day:

It's been a long, long time Since I've memorized your face It's been four hours now Since I've wandered through your place And when I sleep on your couch I feel very safe And when you bring the blankets I cover up my face I do Love you

the song is about a narrator who knows that he loves a (male) friends but is trying to sort out whether that love is platonic, familial, or romantic, despite cues in the song that indicate that it is indeed romantic (”I’ve memorized your face”); it’s a good song for a close, emotionally intimate relationship, with a deeper feeling of romantic love between the two people going unspoken

anyway most of these are not even gonna be on the mix lmfao but im emo

[roman-reigns-princess]

The Pack Survives (Roman Reigns): Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Writing Masterlist

Warnings: Assault scene for like the first bit? Mentions of blood, & choking (not the fun kind). More werewolf stuff?

Word Count: 2152

A/N: Wow an update on my sugar daddy fic last week, and now an update on this fic this week? it really is thanksgiving lmfao

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She tossed and turned for a bit, trying not to think too much about today’s events, from the weird wolf experience, to whatever it was she felt for Leati. She finally had to stop moving because Enyo took it upon herself to curl up on her stomach. Andromeda slowly drifted off into a restless, nightmare riddled sleep.

She'd locked herself in the bathroom, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she tried to use the hand towel to wipe up the blood, and hopefully stop the bleeding from the knife wound in her side. She prayed that he hadn't hit anything important.

She sat on the edge of the tub as she tried to slow down her breathing. She was sure a couple of her ribs were broken as each breath sent shocks of pain through her side so intense that it felt like she'd pass out any minute.

A loud crash sounded outside the door, making her jump. She'd managed to slam his head against a table before escaping to the bathroom. In retrospect she should've tried getting out of the apartment, but she'd panicked, and went through the closest door.

So she had called 911 minutes ago from the confines of their, no, his bathroom. The operator had told her that the police were on their way and would be here in about 10 minutes. She wasn't sure if she could survive that long.

She stifled a scream as something slammed into the door, making it shudder as the hinges groaned in protest. She scanned the area, trying to find something to protect herself with.

"Come on, Andy, let me in. I just wanna talk," his voice boomed from the other side of the door.

She ignored him as her eyes landed on the mirror; not giving herself time to reconsider she wrapped the blood soaked towel around her right hand and punched the mirror. Shards went flying in every direction. A faint stinging in her arm was the only indicator that a couple of small ones had embedded themselves there while most of the mirror ended up in the sink.

Towel still wrapped around her hand, she reached for the largest shard with the sharpest end. A second bang against the door had her flinching and pressing herself against the wall next to the door, preparing to spring at him when he finally got through.

He threw himself against the door a third time, and it finally gave way. She wasted no time, her survival instincts taking over as she launched herself at him, all pain momentarily subdued by adrenaline. She sank the mirror shard into his right shoulder before her other fist connected with the side of his skull, shoving him away from her, and leaving the shard buried in his shoulder.

He screamed, she wasn't sure if it was pain or anger or frustration, but she wasn't waiting to find out, she had to strike while he was distracted. She snarled and jumped onto his exposed back, sinking her teeth into his uninjured shoulder. That was a bad move because it allowed him to throw her back into the wall.

Her head connected with the wall behind her, momentarily stunning her as she let go of him, sliding to the ground. She could taste blood in her mouth, whether it was his or her own, she wasn't sure. But she didn't have time to think about it as she felt his hands wrap around her neck and squeeze.

Andromeda jerked awake, gasping as her entire body shivered because of the nightmare. She slowly sat up trying to remind her body that she was safe, she'd gotten out, and no one was trying to kill her anymore. She was grateful for the bright moonlight streaming in through the windows, illuminating the room. Slowly shifting the cat off her lap, careful not to wake her up, she stood up and stretched.

She made her way over to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face. She stood there for a moment, hands resting on the sink as she glared at her reflection. Her memory infused nightmares were making a come back, and it showed in the dark circles under her eyes. The last thing she needed was for her insomnia to return just as she moved to a new place; granted she could probably afford not to work again thanks to her inheritance, but she knew it wouldn't do her any good to be cooped up in the house.

Grabbing the hand towel next to the sink, she dried off her face and hands before walking back out to the room. A low whine sounded, making her pause and look around the room, confused; she was pretty sure Enyo couldn't have made that noise. Her head snapped to the window as she heard it again, this time coming loud and clear from her back yard.

She shook her head in disbelief as she walked over to the window, and sure enough the wolf was standing right below her window.

"What the fuck is this Disney princess bullshit," she mumbled to herself, the wolf let out another loud whine. "Okay, okay I'm coming down, Jesus."

She grabbed Leati's jacket off the bed as she walked out of the room, convincing herself that she wanted it only for warmth and not because she liked his scent. On her way down, she grabbed a drink of water before making her way to the back yard.

She found the wolf pacing at the tree line; his ears pricked up as he heard her coming down the stairs and he bound over to her, looking like a massive wall of black fur and fangs. He stopped a few feet away, realizing that he'd startled her as she stumbled back a little.

He dropped to the ground and rolled onto his back like an over grown puppy; she may not know much about wolves, but she knew enough to understand that he was trying to appear as nonthreatening as a gigantic wolf could be. She settled down on the grass next to him.

She swore under her breath when he stood back up and circled her twice, sniffing at her hair and the jacket before laying down behind her so that her back was pressed against his flank. He curled around her, resting his head in her lap, and gave the jacket one last sniff.

"You like his scent too, huh?" She said, absentmindedly running her fingers through his fur as her thoughts traveled back to the big, handsome Samoan she'd met earlier. She raised an eyebrow when the wolf's body rumbled against her back, sounding almost like a content purr. He shut his eyes as she continued to trail her fingers through his soft fur; his weird growling purrs slowly lulling her to sleep as well.

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And that was how she woke up later that day, curled up in the middle of her back yard using a giant wolf as a pillow while he'd basically wrapped himself around her completely. She was surprised that she'd actually managed to fall back asleep, let alone not have any nightmares.

She slowly sat up, stretching lazily as her eyes adjusted to the later morning sun before she remembered that the moving company was supposed to come by to set up the rest of her stuff.

She bolted up to her feet with a curse; the wolf, seemingly unperturbed, cracked an eye open to stare up at her then let out a loud huff and rolled over onto his other side as if he was saying ten more minutes.

She groaned as she stared down at him, wondering how she'd ever get him to leave before the movers came by; she couldn't have them getting freaked out by a huge black wolf soaking up the sun in her back yard. A loud knock on her front door brought her out of her thoughts. Unfortunately, it also woke the wolf up and he was on his feet in the blink of an eye, growling at the house.

"Oh shit, no, you have to go, cmon, it's just the movers dropping off my shit," she pleaded, trying to push him away. He stopped growling, and looked at her as if to say really you think you're going to push me anywhere. "Come on, please, I can't have you chewing them to bits, I don't wanna move the stuff in by myself."

As if he understood her, he turned around, licking her cheek, and took off into the woods. She sighed in relief and rushed into the house; she had to get cleaned up before she let them in. She made quick work of pulling on some sweats, and brushing her teeth. When she decided that she was presentable enough she finally made her way to the door to greet the movers.

"Hi, so sorry about that, I, uh, had a late night," she explain to the man at the door.

"It's all good, Miss," he replied, waving his men over; she stood aside to let them start moving her things in. "You got a dog or something?"

"A, a dog? No, why'd you ask?" She replied with a nervous laugh.

"Thought I heard some growling just now, don't want my men gettin bit or anythin, yknow?" He said with a skeptical look on his face.

"Oh, that, um, I fell asleep watching a documentary on wolves," she lied, he stared at her for a bit before shrugging his shoulders. --------------------------------- Roman's POV:

Roman had initially shot over to Andromeda's because he got flashes of images through their bond of her being attacked. Even thought that turned out to be a nightmare of hers he stayed on, not wanting to leave her alone; he also made a note to find out more about her nightmares in his human form.

He hadn't planned on falling asleep, it'd just happened; her fingers running through his fur had had more of an effect than he'd anticipated. He was lucky he hadn't accidentally shifted back into his human form while he slept, that would've been a horrifying surprise for Andromeda.

Although he would never admit it, he'd been rather startled and disoriented when he woke up in her back yard; if he'd been more aware, he wouldn't have left her alone to deal with strangers.

As he approached the spot where he'd left his clothes, he cursed himself for giving up so easily, he shouldn't have left his mate unprotected with a bunch of strangers at her doorstep. He shifted and pulled on his pants, not bothering with his shirt as he walked back to the pack mansion.

He nodded at Naomi as he passed her and the wolves she was training. His hands eyes narrowed when he saw Jimmy standing at the front door, arms crossed, with a big smirk on his face. He pushed past his cousin and headed to the kitchen to find Jey making breakfast, a similar smirk stretching across his face when he saw Roman. He was about to say something when Roman cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up, I don't wanna hear it," Roman grunted, narrowing his eyes as the twins stood together with their arms folded. "I was in my wolf form, she didn't know it was me, nothing happened between us; just get me some food before I turn the both o' y'all into minced meat."

"Hey we didn't say shit," replied Jimmy, taking a seat opposite Roman as Jey turned back to his cooking with a snort, mumbling to himself.

Roman chose to ignore his cousins, pulling out his phone to text Andromeda. He wasn't happy about the fact that he'd had to give her his human name, Leati, rather than his wolf name, but he knew better than to just spring their world on her.

Roman: Good morning, what you up to today?

Meda: Morning, just moving the last of my stuff in.

Roman: Need any help?

Meda: Nah, got some movers to help. I'd be down to do something today tho.

Roman: How bout dinner this evening?

Meda: Sounds good ^.^

Roman: I'll pick you up around 6

Meda: See you then!

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Andromeda's POV:

Andromeda bit her lip as she set her phone down on the kitchen counter top, unable to help the smile stretching across her face. The moving guys were nearly done so she'd have some time to kill before meeting Leati.

She dug around through the boxes on the kitchen floor till she found her cups; she poured out four glasses of water just as the movers finished moving in her last piece of furniture. She set the glasses out for them as they came by the kitchen.

"Thank you, ma'am," said the shortest as they downed their drinks. "You'll receive an invoice in a day or two, you can mail the check back to the address on it."

"Sounds good, Mr. Wyatt," she said, shaking their hands; she had to suppress a shiver that ran down her spine as the dull ache returned to her shoulder. "Thank you guys."

She walked them to the door and shut it behind her, locking it; the dull ache slowly faded.

[lysitheaioandeuropa]

1-100 cute questions

:~)

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?- more cereal than milk! it has to be crunchy and milk is fucking gross, even though i use almond milk instead

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?- FUCK yeah, especially if it's also sunny outside

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?- grocery receipts are the usual culprit. maybe i should make my own bookmarks!

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?- rn i'm having sugar free white chocolate w half & half and 3 splenda

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?- i'm self conscious of my entire existence my friend

6: do you keep plants?- yes! she gave me and orchid and a bamboo plant a while back, and i have ian my aloe/succulent

7: do you name your plants?- lmfao yes, ian! she named the bamboo melman, and i never named the orchid. zack and sabrina are no longer w us unfortunately

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?- i used to write and draw a lot. i don't get a chance to do it as often now but i rly am trying more. i'll even try my hand at inktober this year but yikes scared bc i can't actually draw

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?- hell yeah bitch if i am in the mood for it

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?- all of the above? lmao. my back is most cozy but sleep paralysis, so a mix of side stomach like its a specific diagonal ass position on my bed lol

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?- "coming this soon"

12: what's your favorite planet?- FUCKING JUPITER BRO OMFG MY URL ARE TWO OF MY FAVE MOONS OF JUPITER TEST ME BITCH

13: what's something that made you smile today?- i don't think i've smiled today? maybe something michelle said earlier when we went to lowe's

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?- *takes pics of my current place*might have a little more aesthetic to it just bc location though. and if i live in a bigger city than orlando that means i have more money to REALLY fulfill my aesthetic wishes

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!- Recent work by planetary scientists has indicated that the deep atmospheres of Jupiter and Saturn may contain chunks of diamond floating in a liquid hydrogen-helium fluid. MEANING, it rains diamonds on jupiter

16: what's your favorite pasta dish?- permission crusted chicken, w angel hair in a lemon butter sauce

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?- i was going for a magenta over the summer and was p successful but my mom paid for me to not keep lightening and shit, that wasn't my money so idc lol rn its auburn-ish. i rly do still want a light blond/almost gray though

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.- the time i got incredibly drunk, like, throwing up and dying can't even walk drunk like wow i'm not like that lmao so when that happens it's wild

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?- i have multiple journals and a sketch book. the sketch book is whatever i feel inspired to draw atm and bc thats so rare i just be picking it up and going lmao. i hardly write anymore, these questions kinda keep me going

20: what's your favorite eye color?- light brown is vastly underrated tbh, like yeah green is cool but i have always been a sucker for hazel or just noticeably lighter brown eyes. i remember this one boy in the 8th grade had me swooning w that alone lmao and ofc my gf now its soo nice

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.- i no longer have it, but i had the same jansport since the seventh grade. i used to customize it and sew on letters or iron on, change it up ever so often, and got rid of it senior year of high school

22: are you a morning person?- i really am not, but everyone thinks i am since i'm up at 6am even the days i ain't got shit to do

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?- PLAY VIDEO GAMES. draw, do these questions, sometimes even brainstorm ideas about books i'll never write

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?- shit every single one of them? well nvm, yeah there is. jordan. that's my ride or die forreal and honestly i think she does know ABSOLUTELY everything there is to know about me. timmy too actually!

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into?- hmm idk if it counts but this one "abandoned house" in the gables to smoke, and the rooftop of merrick park late at night

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?- bro i had these low top black and white converse that i got for christmas one year from this boy that rly liked me lmao i kept them for a hotttt minute, through college i think but had to throw them away when the sole finally gave out

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?- just mint is fine

28: sunrise or sunset?- sunset

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?- just how she remembers and notices absolutely everything. i moved a pin in my room once and after not having been over for a week she asked me where it was as soon as she walked in

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?- yeah last night when i was home alone and i swear i thought i heard knocks on my bedroom door which would be impossible. fuck no i didn't open it

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.- i think socks are cool, they make my feet soft if i put them on immediately after showering & moisturizing. they protect your heels from getting too cracked as well. i don't care for white socks, but am a slut for black no show ones. i sometimes have to buy kids socks bc my feet are so fucking small that no show, still show. i like aesthetic socks! like the ones w cartoons and stuff like that. and knee high socks can be sexy, just maybe not on me?

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.- i don't be w friends like that? OH but this one night we went to see Laidback Luke at Space and then we went to Nikki beach to drink some more and watch the sun rise and we all rly bonded and i learned some shit about my friends i def ain't know before it was rly nice. there was a dog we met there named molly LMFAO

33: what's your fave pastry?- i like lemon and red velvet stuff. guava and cheese pastries are good too i miss them

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?- okay i didn't rly have any stuffed animals as a kid, but that boy i was obsessed with, omar, he gave me a plush lil puppy one year for christmas and omg i cherished it lmao. but then my dog got it and i was so sad :(

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?- FUCK YEAH I DO. i use them often, though not as often as before like i need to get back on track w being organized

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?- arctic monkeys, always

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?- clean!!!! i finished cleaning it completely today and wow i feel like a brand new person

38: tell us about your pet peeves!- messes stress me outtttttt, like gross unhygienic messes omfg

39: what color do you wear the most?- black bitch, next

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?- i have these 1/4 carat diamond earrings that i received as a christmas gift last year from one of my kids and it was just so sweet and i rly love them, they're the only earrings i wear now

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?- the zodiac series! and lord of shadows!

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!- no i don't, not yet at least. i would like to find a rly rly nice one, maybe we'll go hunting for one next weekend. there are two rly good boba places i like though!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?- michelle maybe? and no gaze, we just noticed the starts were nice during that hurricane lmao

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?- july 8, 2017 it was short lived limited to just that day lmao but it was nice

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?- some times? my instincts don't be telling me a lot tbh

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.- "what did the cell say to his sister when she stepped on his foot? Mitosis"

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?- sea food? fucking pickles!! mustard too

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?- roaches, and possibly hell yeah

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?- i do! but i have apple music now so i do not buy music or anything any more

50: what's an odd thing you collect?- tickets. plane tickets, parking tickets, concert tickets, admission tickets, sometimes even receipts, if it has a nice enough memory attached to it i collect it

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?- nothing i can think of at the moment

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?- salt bae, all the "it" memes, the neo yokio memes, "i had to do it to em," x-files memes

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?- i'm familiar w rocky horror & the heathers, love beattle juice, haven't watched pulp fiction

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?- myself whenever i look in the mirror

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point?- i don't rly be doing shit "just to prove a point" thats rly petty

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?- love when their faces light up talking about some shit that gets them hype

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?- i rly don't fucking care for bohemian rhapsody like why is that a thing

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?- i am vodka aunt

59: what's your favorite myth?- I LOVE ALL GREEK MYTHOLOGY EQUALLY. norse mythology is cool too, as is celtic but i think greek is my fave

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?- poetry is hard to get into bc so much of it doesn't resonate w me or comes off as fake deep tumblr posts (i'm looking @ you milk and honey). howl by allen ginsberg is still my fave

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received?- i'm always surprised to be getting any gifts at all, i don't think i have ever received anything "stupid." my gf used to love giving me food and candy though but like i'm fat so no. and i don't give gifts without putting any thought into it so i have never given a "stupid" gift either.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?- no, i drink ice cold water and coffee. sometimes crystal light which isn't rly juice to me i think its just flavored water

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?- nigga YES! i just reorganized my entire bookshelf and my itunes is not as neat bc i'm behind but i also keep that rly meticulously done

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?- blue-ish gray

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with?- my gf, lmao. thuy!!!! nick and andres too omg!!

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?- not roses, it'd be an assortment of a ton of flowers, lots of pink and green and white

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?- i fucking THRIVE it's nice, scary movie and reading weather

68: what's winter like where you live?- it's FAKE AS HELL. i wish it just a tad cooler, like ten or fifteen degrees

69: what are your favorite board games?- i like scategories and the game of life. candyland!

70: have you ever used a ouija board?- those are caucasian activities no thank you

71: what's your favorite kind of tea?- great tea or tazo passion tea

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?- HELL YEAH and i'll note it down multiple times like written, typed, phone agenda, etc it's hard and i hate my shit memory

73: what are some of your worst habits?- procrastination is the worst i think

75: tell us about your pets!- i don't have any :( i would count zeus but i'm also deathly allergic to him

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?- yeah!!!!! smh

77: pink or yellow lemonade?- "why not both?" probably pink more

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?- hate that shit they're so ugly and annoying and gross and hate how they talk like bro

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?- i never thought my mom cared about me tbh but she threw me a huge graduation/birthday party i cried.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?- they're a nude/beige, i didn't pick it but i'm also not painting over. its nice though

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.- this sounds nice in theory but i dont rly have the energy for it rn lol

82: are/were you good in school?- i was but i coasted, had i tried a lot harder and dedicated more time to it i could have been better

83: what's some of your favorite album art?-i can't think of any rly  

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?- i have to add to what i have on my back, and have a few more i would like but am not sure about

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?- i do! i'm actually reading one now on tumblr, its called countdown to countdown and its rather interesting. i like twd comics, and am also reading the OoT manga. i rly love manga too actually, inuyasha was the first one i read that got me into it

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?- BECAUSE THE INTERNET, CHILDISH GAMBINO

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?- i've seen a ton of movies dude. i think spirited away or kiki's delivery service, or princess mononoke. ghibli movies w strong female leads. howl's moving castle too but it does focus more on romance. i should reread the book

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?- i'm not familiar enough w art to tell you! i think art is rly interesting though, and don't particularly care for modern art

89: are you close to your parents?- not rly, but am more so as an adult. i don't tell them my business or anything like that though

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.- seattle just really resonates w me and the more i talk about it the stupider it sounds. but i have been to quite a few cities, DC, atlanta, Tallahassee, miami, san diego, vegas, the list goes on. none of them made me feel the way seattle does. maybe bc i went alone? maybe the time period that i went? some of the memories attached to the city kind of suck now, lol, but still rly important to me

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?- nowhere in particular this year, but i'm def going back to seattle next year guaranteed, maybe doing paradiso

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?- if its my own sauce then no cheese at all, otherwise olive garden def hates me

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most?- i just wash it and wear it down

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?- today is felisha's bday apparently

95: what are your plans for this weekend?- uh idk, ig see my gf. i'm avoiding a baby shower but idk what we'll do instead

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?- i procrastinate on them a ton lmfao "remind me later" yeah bitch in like a century

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?- INTP, gemini, ravenclaw

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?- i don't think i ever have gone hiking

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.- i'm sure there are a few but nothing i can think of off the top of my head. reflection by 5h actually lol

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?- FIVE YEARS INTO THE PAST and five years ago is a rly good time to go back to!!! i was 20 and going through suchhhhh a bad break up but i wish i could have gotten up and been a bad bitch sooner lol i love the stuff i experienced that year, went to my first edc and whatnot. 2013 was rough on me but i pushed through it! 2014 i made some bad choices that i would change, 2015 wan alright but i can do it better and i'm not even sure what 2016 was. i would have started teaching sooner had i known it was something i could do i think. i would have worked harder and been more responsible especially financially, though tbh i did pretty well. i'd just do adulthood a lot better and start off a lot stronger. I WOULD REDO THAT LOCKHEED INTERVIEW AND ROCK THE SHIT OUT OF IT.