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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #462

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Who in your family has been married the longest? (and how long?) I have zero idea. When did you last travel alone? Where were you going? The last time I visited Sara in Illinois. Do you take your shoes off when you come inside? Yes. What was the first color you ever dyed your hair? I think I got purple highlights? What was the first social media site you ever used? MySpace. Do you have any exes you really regret dating? One. Of all your friends & family, who has the most nicely-decorated home? Sara's house is lovely. Have you ever been catcalled? No. Are you allergic to any dogs? I might be. Have you ever touched a plant and had hives shoot up your arm? No. Do you think dragonflies are cool? Absolutely! What’s your favorite thing to draw? Meerkats!! Did you toss your hat in the air at graduation? Not high. I wanted to keep it. Do you like fudge? I CAN FUCKING DESTROY SOME FUDGE. Are you an affectionate person? Very. Name something you have to do today: Girt and I are hangin', making fun of bad Netflix anime and going to Buffalo Wild Wings. :^) Would you ever write to a death row inmate? No. People don't get on death row for no reason. I ain't got shit to say to them. Do you reckon online friendships are real? No fucking shit. Most of my most genuine friendships began online. Do you like Slipknot? Yep. Can we talk about how fuckin BADASS Corey's new mask is btw?????????? What do you think of Gorillaz? I like "Feel Good Inc." and one other song I can't remember the name of. Bow ties on guys, dorky or adorable? BOTH!!!!! :') What is the cutest Halloween costume for a baby to wear? GUYS I recently saw a picture of a little baby dressed up as a Little Oogie Boogie and it made my ovaries cry. Which of your friends is the tallest? Which of them is the shortest? Jesus, Girt is a giant. I don't know about my shortest... If you could re-paint your bedroom, what color would you choose? Pastel pink. :') What has been the best night of your life so far? Why? Probably something sexual so let's keep it on the down low lmfaooo Would you ever even think about taking part in a wet t-shirt contest? Uh, no. Even if I WAS confident in my body. Is you hair color the same as it was when you were a baby? No. It was dirty blonde. Have you ever been in trouble for being too loud? Ha, yeah, at school with friends. Not big trouble or anything, we were just hushed. Did you ever attend a wedding that was a complete disaster? No. What is something that you were surprised you were able to do? Hm. What is the most bullshit-sounding true fact that you know? Male cats have spiked penises lkasdjfal;kje;kjwr it's something to do with preventing other tomcats from mating with her. What Oreo flavor is your favorite? Gimme that Double Stuffed, friend. Sour gummy worms or plain gummy worms? SOUR. Ever been in a talent show? How many times? What did you do? Nope. Ever try out for the talent show and not make it? Did you cry? Nope. What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever cried about? Y'all when I was a very little kid, during my older sister's b-day party, I sobbed because I couldn't pin the tail properly on the donkey lmaoooo How do you feel about the use of nuclear weapons? Absolutely fucking barbaric. What song has the most meaning to you? "Life Won't Wait" by Ozzy Osbourne. What is your favourite dinosaur? Spinosaurus!!!! :') Have you ever made bread? No. Has anything ever fallen asleep on you? Pets, a baby I was watching after, and Jason. Ever been dominated in a game you were/are really good at? yep alskdjfla;jwej Have you ever decided to set fire to something out of anger? No. Would you rather be a house pet or a wild animal? Wild animal, I guess? Have you ever listened to a group of chanting monks? I haven't. If you had to get a portrait tattoo, who would it be of? Probably of Teddy. I've still yet to decide on the total design of his tribute tat I'm getting. Do you like the smell of men’s colognes better than woman’s perfumes? I think so, yeah. How mad would you be if someone copied your original work (story, poem)? I'd be pretty fuckin pissed. Have you ever blown something up in science class? Ha, no. Have you ever gotten a serious wound from shaving? Not serious, no. Have you invented anything, only to find out it actually exists? I feel like I have? Ever realize you never truly LOVED your first love? Absolutely not. I loved him. Would you want a Bachelor/Bachelorette party before you get married? Sure, sounds fun. Do you prefer pads, tampons or something else? As of very recently, I returned to using pads. I used tampons for most of my maturity, but I got annoyed with them for TMI reasons and resorted back to pads, even though I don't like them either. Have you ever dated a model? No. What is your ultimate goal in life? To die happy with my life and what I (hopefully) accomplished. What colour are the socks you’re wearing today? I’m not wearing any. Who was the last person you sent a Facebook message to and what did you say? Girt. It was something regarding how I once considered doing the suicide mission at BWW where you eat a select number of their hottest wings, but I didn't wanna die via chicken. :^) Are you tall, short or average? Would you change this? I'm average in height. I wouldn't change it, nah. Especially now that Girt and I are together the ridiculous height difference is hilarious but also cute lmao. Have you ever worked in a store while someone shoplifted there? Like, while I was there? No. Have you ever had casual sex? Nahhhh. What’s your favourite flavour of frosting? Chocolate. @_@ When you think of your childhood, are the memories mostly happy or sad? Mostly happy, I guess. What is it like being you? Is it enjoyable? It's very boring with few sources of joy. What are your thoughts on the cause of homosexuality? I would *assume* it's a genetic mutation. Reason being, having a romantic partnership without the ability to reproduce defies the motives of science. There is nothing, absolutely NOTHING, wrong with said (and hypothetical) genetic mutation, though. Mutations are just another part of science. They occur naturally. What subjects did you find most interesting in school? Least? Most interesting: literature/English (especially reading like, old mythology and epics and stuff like that), LOTS of branches of science (but primarily genetics), art, and I looooved my four semesters of German. Least: ANY and ALL math, history, economics, social studies... that kind of stuff. Which do you enjoy more–hot or cold beverages? Cold, for sure. What were some of your favorite bands from childhood? Green Day was one. Would you be more afraid of drowning or being buried alive? Buried alive, for sure. It would be much, much slower. Should you really be doing something more productive right now? Well, I SHOULD be sleeping. Today's going to be a long day, because when Girt comes over, he has a tendency to not leave until like fuckin midnight or later alksdjfl;waje Have you ever lived out of your car? No. Does your family own more than two houses? HUNNY we r poor. A relative just committed a very serious crime, do you turn them in? It depends on the exact crime, but odds are, yes. If you're endangering others, byyyyeeee. You’re in the woods, alone, at night…are you honestly not afraid? Bitch I'm terrified. I have zero survival skills. You are on life support, what would you want a loved one to do about it? For the love of god, please kill me. Your child has only a while to live, do you still enroll them in school? That would be up to them. Also, define "a while." How would you feel if you met your idol and they ended up being rude? WELP I have a tattoo in his honor so that would suck ass lmao According to the tale, was Eve wrong for eating and sharing the apple? "God was wrong for even setting up an apple tree and making up rules in the first place." <<<< There ya go. And the punishment was fucking ludicrously extreme. Are you working on any goals? Yes. I'm currently going to the gym regularly to try and better my physical health and then find a job. I know that being connected sounds odd, but trust me: I can barely carry out very simple tasks just because I have absolutely ZERO stamina to do almost anything. I need energy and endurance. I'm also working towards developing some self-love. Which parent named you? I wanna say my mom. Are you currently frustrated with someone? I mean, myself. Aforementioned self-love is hard. I'm just annoyed my head is so reluctant to accept that I'm not a piece of shit for a million reasons. Why have most of your past relationships ended? They all ended for different reasons, really. Are you having any online conversations, currently? I'm not. What’s on your mind? I'm just tired and going back to bed real soon. Have you ever had an argument with a teacher? No.

#survey #surveys #random questions

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stuff-youreyes · 4 years

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Tips for the “former gifted kids”, procrastinators, and/or perfectionists

I see a lot of people online, especially here, making these posts about feeling smarter, more productive, or more motivated when they were a kid, but are now depressed and unable to replicate the same energy they had back then. It’s fine to make these kinds of posts because we all feel less alone in our struggles and we can properly express our feelings, but I don’t see nearly enough posts about how to improve, so I’ll be making one. Most of this is advice from my therapist, so I promise it’s credible and actually helps. I’m 17 and I’ve had a tough time in high school because of my social anxiety, and I’m a massive procrastinator. I was definitely one of those former “smart kids” in elementary school, then started to lose steam as I became more anxious in middle school. I go to a magnet school, basically the most elitist and pretentious school in town, and it’s definitely hard to get anything done when I feel like everyone else is better than me, but I’ve found ways to improve.

Set timers. Timers are your best friend. When starting a smaller task, set a timer for about how long you think it will take you. It helps you keep track of your productivity. If it’s something you’re really dreading or something like a long-term project, set one for five minutes. If you really hate it, you only have to work on it for five minutes, but it’s likely that you’ll keep working on it once you’ve started.

Make lists. I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but I promise they are useful, especially if you’re a visual person like me. Use sticky notes, planners, notebooks, your notes app on your phone if you have one, or just loose pieces of paper to tape on your wall. Color code. Use highlighters. Keep reminders. In my school planner, I list all homework I have as of that day, and highlight anything due the next day, so that they’re first priority, and underline long term projects or things that I should work on that day. On that note, also keep your priorities together. Do your math assignment before your English assignment because you have a C in math but an A in English. Always keep up with your grades.

Take things one step at a time, and accept that half-assing something is better than doing nothing. Set small, reasonable goals for yourself, and don’t get overwhelmed. Once again, you’ll probably end up doing more than you thought you would if you just start working. If you have a 10-problem math assignment, do just two problems. Then you might as well do the third one, and the fourth one, and the fifth one, and a 50% is much better than a 0%. Half-assing will save you. If you have to write an essay at the last minute but you have no idea what you’re talking about, you can’t waste time sitting there thinking and thinking about it. You just have to write. If it’s nonsense, it’s better than nothing. I usually find that even if my essay starts out rough, I find the line of reasoning growing stronger as I continue. That’s also something to remember for anyone taking the AP Lang exam on Tuesday. Don’t waste time prewriting! Just make sure you do a lot of annotation and have your thoughts together, and then write the damn paper.

Clean your workspace. Cleaning is a good way to procrastinate, but organization is a good way to stay productive. Take one day or one afternoon to clean out your desk/room all at once so you can’t use it as an excuse to procrastinate anymore. I promise it is very refreshing to know where your pens and papers and books are. It diminishes your sense of panic. Also, get comfortable, but not too comfortable. Don’t do homework in your bed. It’s a bad idea. You will get sleepy, and you will succumb to the fatal void of soft blankets. Make sure your workspace is well lit, maybe grab one blanket or a hoodie, get a drink, put on some jazz hop (which really does help me to stay focused and relaxed), then get to work. Go studio Ghibli on that shit.

Know your brain, and schedule around it. How much sleep do you need? What time(s) of day are you most productive? How long is your attention span? Do what is best for you within reason. I know it sucks that going to school probably screws up your ideal schedule, but you can figure out a way to make it work. If you’re more productive in the morning, maybe wake up earlier so that you have enough time to do some extra studying before heading to class, and get extra work done while in class. Work during lunch or break. Work on the bus ride home if you have one. If you’re terrible at getting anything done during the school day like me, what I usually do is get the bare minimum done, try to get away with a nap during one class, rest when I get home for a little while, then catch up on whatever I missed and do the rest of my homework. It’s much more efficient than trying to work during school when I’m surrounded by people that make me nervous or I just can’t focus. During the summer, I try to make a daily schedule for myself from about 9 to 5 or so to stay structured and get things done.

Stay hydrated. Just do it. Being dehydrated makes you tired. Bring water with you to school. Don’t consume too much caffeine.

Set daily goals. 15 minutes of reading. 30 minutes of playing piano. 20 minutes of studying German. 30 minutes of writing. Make a list. Instead of getting caught up in the fear of Doing Something, give yourself the illusion of not having a choice. Pick something from the list. Doing nothing is not an option. Get the one you dread the most out of the way, or do the easiest one first and build your way up.

Take time to relax before starting work. Go on a walk. Listen to music that will pump you up, and get out of the house to forget about all of the things piling up. I know it can feel like you’re wasting time, but starting work stressed will only make you more stressed. Try yoga. I follow along with routines mainly from Yoga with Adrienne, because it’s never too complex or straining if you’re a beginner, and there are lots of different routines for stress relief or productivity. Think about why you’re doing what you’re doing before you do it.

Be proud of yourself. Always remember your accomplishments. Remember that you are capable. Remember the goals you want to achieve, and remind yourself that they are WORTH ACHIEVING.

Go at your own pace. Forget what everyone else is doing, forget what society tells you that you should be doing, even though that’s easier said than done. It is your life and you will do things the best way for yourself.

Write a list of things to look forward to, no matter how small or how far away those things are.

You will improve. It will take effort, and it will take time, but you will get past this, and you can become that version of yourself that you want to be.

#school #school tips #life tips #academia #academic #dark academia #quarantine #stay home #procrastination #mental health #anxiety #depression

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anticedia-blog · 5 years

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hey everyone! i’m nikola, long time lurker, first time poster. this is my introductory post (and my first one!) it’s pretty long but it covers what i have to say and what i wanna do for the next month because getting started is always the most important step in everything. (well, following up is harder, so that’s why i have this blog to keep myself motivated, disciplined and accountable.) i’ll post more original content in the near future to keep track of my progress as well.

and i really wanna know more ppl here bc y’all seem so awesome! leave a reblog or a note with sth short about yourself so we can be friends!! *internet hugs*╰(*´︶`*)╯

this post was getting too long so i gotta break it up :( a little about me:

i was raised trilingual (but that’s not quite special since everyone in my city does haha) but i’m interested in learning one or two more languages. my sights are fixated on german. (ich liebe deutsch!)

i also enjoy long-distance running since if i suck, i’m not gonna drag teammates down along with me. (in case you couldn’t tell, i’m not that sporty at all… yet.)

i think of myself as a more arts and humanities person, but for some reason i’m doing chemistry, maths and economics in a-levels next year. not sure if i’ll be doing psychology or biology as well; it all depends on the placement exam next week. boy i’m pumped.

i adore everything classical. from literature to history to architecture and music, i fell in love. my dream life would be to live in a massive library shaped like a cathedral with constant tchaikovsky playing in the background. hellyeah.

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ohh-baekhyun · 6 years

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Hot Deal [M]

Foreword:

In exchange for a night of pleasure, she agreed to be Baekhyun’s pretend-girlfriend for a day.

[M] : dirty talk, dry humping, fingering, baekhyun ;)

SAD was an underwhelming of a word to describe how I was feeling at the moment. My boyfriend had just broken up with me, no, actually, it was a mutual breakup. We sat down, had a civil conversation, and ended things nicely without a fight.

To be honest, it’s not the breakup that saddened me, but the reason behind it. Minho and I had been dating for a month. We had sex. But. The sex wasn’t fantastic. It wasn’t even near good. We’d discovered we couldn’t orgasm with penetrative sex and I wasn’t sure if it was my short-coming or if it’s just his lacking. Anyhow, it was beating with my self-esteem.

So, right after I left Minho’s apartment, I called the taxi and headed towards Baekhyun’s place.

Baekhyun was a close friend of mine. Six years ago, he used to be my math tutor but later stopped because he had to take over his father’s company. Since he was a decade older than I was, (I was twenty-one, and he was thirty-one) I thought he might have the solution to my sex-life crisis. Not that he was a sex-god (maybe he was I wouldn’t know) but I’m pretty sure he’s very experienced in this department.

As crazy as it sounded, sleeping with Baekhyun might help me work out my issues. Since he said it himself that he didn’t date girls but only slept with them, we didn’t have to risk falling in love with each other. It could be just a test-run with no string attached. Moreover, we had a hot-as-fuck chemistry that could possibly melt the Arctic. For what it’s worth, I think having sex with Baekhyun was not that bad of an idea.

Once the taxi pulled up at the porch of the tall building, I paid the driver and climbed off the vehicle. Before entering the building, I checked my appearance through the reflection on the double door and straightened the fabric of my strapless sundress. My hair was tied up in a messy bun, and I wasn’t wearing specs like I used to, which makes me look…I don’t know, they said I looked so much better without glasses. I hoped it’s true because after all, Baekhyun was a handsome, attractive man and I wanted to look good when I meet him. Not because I harbored any feelings for him, but because I was simply attracted to him, just like every other girl was.

The male concierge looked up from his curved desk as I approached, his tiresome expression turned into a cheerful beam as he greeted me. I returned his smile and hurried past his desk towards the elevator. Staring at the button panel, I punched in the code for the private elevator. It’s the only one that led to the top floor where Baekhyun lived.

After riding up thirty-five levels, the elevator let me out to the foyer of Baekhyun’s flat. Before me was a tall shoe cabinet that displayed Baekhyun’s collections ranging from formal to casual, a few were scattered around the floor. To my right was a door to ceiling glass that showed the night view of the quay, and to my left was a dark hallway. I removed my flats and made my way down the hallway. The moment I stepped into the spacious sitting area, I saw something that caused my steps to halt altogether and my body froze in place.

A dog.

A German Shepherd.

Staring at me with his tongue sticking out through his parted lips, baring his sharp canines.

I stared back, pretty sure cold sweat was already forming on my forehead.

How the hell did Baekhyun’s cute Corgi turn into something like this?

Oh shit…

It’s stalking over to me now…

Fuck fuckity, fuck!!

To run or not to run, to shout or not to shout?

“B-b-baekhyun.” my voice came out so soft and shaky I barely hear myself.

Feeling completely threatened, I glanced around nervously and finally glued my gaze to the door of the master suite. It’s the nearest stop from where I stood, Baekhyun must be in there. I think I can make it into the room alive if I run. I hope.

Run!

The second I made a move, the dog started barking, no, it growled, a serious i’m-going-to-bite-your-ass-bloody type of growl.

Heart pumping in my chest, I brought my head around and saw that it was prowling after me. Thank God I was so close to reaching my destination. Quick as a flash, my hand jerked at the door handle but…Shit shit shit it was locked.

“Baekhyun, open the door!” I shouted, pounding at the door like a mad-man.

Thank God…

As soon as the door swung back and Baekhyun came into sight, I wasted no time to jump him. My arms and legs clung tightly onto him like a koala hugging a tree. Our faces were inches apart. He looked at me with widened eyes mirroring mine, but his was of surprise and mine was of terror.

“Th-th-the dog.” I stammered.

Baekhyun peered down over my shoulder at the growling creature and then back at me. A mischievous grin spread across his face. Suspecting I know what was in his mind, I shot him a warning glare. “Don’t you dare.”

The grin on his face stretched wider, he was clearly enjoying this. “Don’t worry, he just wants to play. Right?” he grinned down at the dog.

My heart hammered in my chest as Baekhyun squatted to lower me down. I turned my head around, my ass nearly touched the dog’s gaping mouth, “NO NO NOOOOO!” as I yelled, my hold against him tightened.

His chest rose and fell with loud gloating laughter as he straightened his back. “You’re such a scaredy-cat.”

Annoyed, I punched at his shoulder, “You asshole!”

“What did you just call me?”

“Asshole!” I spat.

Baekhyun bent his leg suddenly, causing my heart to leap in shock. His hands went underneath my thighs and he tried to untangle my legs around his waist.

“No, Baekhyun, please don’t,” I begged.

“Ah.. so I’m Baekhyun again huh?” he smirked, staring at me.

I clamped my lips together in a tight pleading smile and nodded.

He shook his head at me, “It’s just a dog…what is there to be afraid of.”

“It’s not just a dog, it’s a bloody police dog.” I countered, “Whose is it anyway?”

“It’s my brothers, he dropped it here this morning before he left town for a business trip,” Baekhyun explained as he stepped back into the room. My heart rate settled down in relief, knowing I was no longer in danger.

“Out. Now.” Baekhyun commanded. I looked down to find the dog still loitering around Baekhyun’s leg. He breathed out a beleaguered sigh, “Baekhyun, Out.”

Wait a minute…

I spluttered, “His name is Baekhyun?”

“Shut up.” Baekhyun slammed the door close once the otherBaekhyun stepped out of the room.

“You brother named his dog after you?” my lips twitched as I tried my best to hold back my laughter.

“He’s an idiot,” he muttered petulantly while carrying me towards his bed.

"Tell your brother I love him.” I teased as my body shook in a fit of laughter.

Baekhyun stopped in his track, eyes turning dark as he gripped my waist roughly, “Keep laughing and I’m throwing you outside.” he threatened.

Almost immediately, I bit my lips to silence myself, but I can’t stop the heaving of my chest.

Baekhyun gaze drifted slowly from my eyes down to my lips and down to the bare skin of my chest. He sucked in a sharp breath and I swore I saw heat flickering in his orbs. My heart kicking up a gear and I licked my lips nervously. We only had to move an inch and our lips would be touching.

I wanted Baekhyun to kiss me so badly. For a moment, I forgot where I was, who I was to him. And in that sliver of a moment, I thought I was falling for him, but then I remembered he was much older than me. We might be good friends but we were two very different people. Baekhyun ran a company all by himself and me…I was a fresh graduate who was still trying to figure out life. Overall, Baekhyun was worldlier and more experienced than I ever was. He would never fall for someone like me.

I tried to deny my own feeling but…my heart was pounding, my skin was tingling, there’s excitement fizzing inside of me…and…I can’t ignore this intense connection we had whenever we were together. No man that I’d met before could make me feel this way.

Reality returned when Baekhyun cleared his throat and dragged his gaze up to my face, the boiling heat in his eyes slowly chilling away. I felt a pang of disappointment growing in my chest when he lowered me on the side of the bed. "Down.” he instructed.

Rather reluctantly, I released my hold on him and my bottom landed gently on the mattress. I shifted backward and propped myself up against the headboard. Baekhyun followed afterward, stretching his legs out on the bed next to me.

A silence swept into the room but as usual, I didn’t feel bothered to fill it. The atmosphere, however, was somewhat uncomfortable as it was so thick with hot tension. Almost discreetly, I chanced a look at his robust thighs and swept my gaze up to his broad shoulder. Tingling started between my legs. How could someone look so hot wearing just a t-shirt and track pants?

“Why are you here?”

His deep voice shook me out of my Baekhyun-induced stupor, “I’m sorry, what?”

“What are you doing here?”

Suddenly remembering my reason for meeting him, my expression turned grim. “Minho and I broke up.“

I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and found him studying my face with concern. "Are you okay? What happened?”

I blew out a beleaguered sigh and turned towards him. He stared at me, waiting for my answer. My cheek flushed even before I muttered a word. I was embarrassed to tell him the truth but I thought about my purpose of coming all the way here. I needed his help so I went for honesty. “The sex is bad.”

Baekhyun spluttered at my answer, earning a death glare from me. With hard effort, he pulled himself together and managed to look somewhat serious, “What’s wrong with the sex?”

“I can’t come,” I muttered quietly, as though saying it softly would lessen my embarrassment.

“What about him?”

“He can’t too. We’ve been faking our orgasm all along.”

He choked loudly, “How the fuck does someone fake their orgasm?”

I shrugged, not willing to answer the mortifying question. My cheek was burning shade of red and Baekhyun was staring at me with his lips twitching.

Great. Now he’s trying his best not to laugh. What a bastard…

I swung my arm towards him, but he gripped my wrist before I get to smack him on the chest. “Stop hitting me, can you?”

I huffed, “Stop making fun of me then.”

He let go of my wrist and crossed his arms over his chest, “So, why are you telling me this?”

“Because I need your help.”

He studied my face for a moment and sighed, “Shortcake, I would love to help but I’m not a sex-therapist.”

“I know that, I just…”

Frustration slammed inside of me, how the hell do you ask a man to give you an orgasm?

Cringing inwardly at my own thought, I went with vagueness, “I just want to find out if there’s something wrong with my body.”

Baekhyun stared at me, not understanding my words completely. Heck it, I can’t either.

After the longest pause imaginable, I gathered my courage and drew a deep breath. God help me if there’s any other way to phrase my words without sounding so desperate and pathetic, anyway, I speak out and let my words hang in the air.

“Will you have sex with me?”

Baekhyun grew quiet for a while, and then he snorted like he thought I was insane.

“I’m serious.” I insisted, meeting his gaze head-on, “Will you have sex with me?”

Like a wheel of fortune, his expression went from incredulous, to puzzled, to mystified and finally inching toward suspicious. "Is this one of your silly pranks?”

“It’s not a prank.” I muttered in all seriousness, “It’s a request.”

Another quietness seeped into the room. My pulse skittered anxiously while I waited for his answer. I watched the way his eyebrow knitted together in a deep consideration. It’s clear he didn’t know what to make of my sudden request.

“Well?” I prompted.

"It’s not that simple.”

"It’s just a simple yes or no.”

"Are you kidding me?” he burst out, “You asked me to fuck you. There’s nothing simple about this.”

“Are you telling me that this is the first time a girl has ever propositioned you for sex?”

”No, many have, but they were strangers and you are my friend. A friend whom I respect and care about,” his gaze softened towards the last word, “And…I know you well enough to know that you are not that kind of girl who does casual fling.”

The fact that Baekhyun cared so much about me was heartwarming. But I was smart enough to know that it meant nothing more than just a friendly affection. “People change, Baekhyun.”

“I just don’t want to risk hurting your feeling in the end.”

It’s sweet that he was being all gentle-manly with me, but if he was worried I couldn’t keep my feeling guarded around him, he was wrong.

“I’m not a naive teenager who can’t keep her emotion detached with the guy she’s sleeping with.” I convinced, “I know you don’t do commitments and I’m not looking for that. This is going to be a one-time thing.”

The male looked at me like he couldn’t believe what I just said. I started to feel my cheek burning with humiliation. I could tell from the look on his face that he was debating hard with himself. Like he wanted to say no but he didn’t know how to without hurting my feelings.

Saving him the trouble, I decided to admit defeat, “You know what? Forget I asked. That was silly anyway-”

“Shortcake, wait,” Baekhyun grabbed hold of my arms and pulled me back before I get to leave the bed, “I’ll do it. I’ll have sex with you.”

This time around, it was me who turned quiet. My eyes narrowed at him, suspicious of his sudden change of mind, “For real?”

He nodded, “On one condition.”

Of course, nothing in life comes free, “What is it?”

“Be my girlfriend.”

I was so taken aback I spluttered. “Y-you want me to be your girlfriend? Are you drunk?”

“Just for a day.” he clarified.

I don’t get it, “Explain.”

“I need to attend a garden gala tomorrow and I want you to be my date.” he said, “my pretend-girlfriend to be precise.”

“Why do you need a pretend-girlfriend?”

Baekhyun sighed like he was carrying the burden of the world on his shoulders, “My mother is trying to hook me up with her best friend’s daughter and that girl happened to be invited to the gala too.”

”So you want me to play the fake girlfriend to stop your mother from playing matchmaker?” I deduced.

He nodded, “So, Deal?”

Being Baekhyun’s fake girlfriend for a day, there’s no harm trying right?

“Deal.”

“Great. Stay here tonight.“

”Here?” I pointed down at his bed, “With you?”

“Yes. Here. With me.”

Does it mean we are having sex tonight? “So…how do we proceed?” I asked suggestively.

He chuckled, “We’re not going to have sex now, shortcake.”

"Why not?”

“Date to the gala first, and sex later.”

I frowned, not liking the arrangement, “Why can’t it be sex first and date later?”

"You want my penis, you go by my rule.” he stated firmly,

I rolled my eyes at him, “Very charming, Mr.Byun.”

Something dark flashed in his eyes and his grin turned wicked. My stomach flip-flop when he leaned closer to my face, “Trust me baby, you’ll regret missing out on my penis. It’s a good one.” he whispered.

I scoffed, “So sure of yourself.”

Quite abruptly, Baekhyun grabbed hold of my wrist and hauled me to him. A yelp fleed through my lips as I stumbled over, my front crashing into his chest. With practiced eased, he cupped my waist and settled me down on his lap. I was now straddling his lap with my knees resting on each side of his hips, my arms circling his shoulders to steady myself. I frowned at him, not quite sure what he was trying to do.

Baekhyun smirked and his hands made their way down my hips. His grip was rough and he pulled me down so my crotch was positioned against his groin.

"Baek-oh!” my breath stuttered when I felt his erection nudging my clit through the thin material of my panties, “What are you-ahh-“ I whimpered when he started pulling me forward, then pushing backward, making me grind against him.

”Feel that?” he said in a low husky voice, his hands continuing its movement.

A mixture of excitement and nervousness rippled in my belly. As though my body was betraying me, I sank deeper and started rocking against him.

His eyes darkened as he watched me, “Do you like that?”

I nodded shamelessly and chewed on my bottom lips to suppress the moan of pleasure that was threatening to leave my mouth. It was so lewd my cheek burned with embarrassment at the sound of it.

“So fucking hot.” he rasped.

“Nnghh-” my teeth sank deeper down my bottom lips.

Baekhyun gave me a sexy half-smile as he reached up to tap my lower lip with his thumb, “Let me hear your sweet voice, baby girl.”

My lips parted under his hypnotizing spell and I whimpered in blissful ecstasy. Back and forth, my hips moved and my clit rubbed against his erection.

Baekhyun let out a low guttural groan and his grip on my hips turned bruising, “Fuck, I’ll end up coming in my damn pants just by watching you.”

His hands made their way to the hem of my dress, and he pushed it up so it was bunched around my hips. His gaze dropped to my exposed panties, and he hissed in a breath at the sight of my wetness.

He dragged his gaze up to my face, and I saw hunger like never before smoldering his eyes. “You are drenched…”

My skin flushed and I squirmed under his intense perusal. I’ve never been so turned on, so aroused before.

Baekhyun inhaled a sharp intake of breath, his smoldering gaze boring deep into mine. “Beg for it. Beg me to make you come.”

“P-please,“ I whispered breathlessly, "Please make me come.”

His jaw ticked at my pleading. Keeping his dark gaze on me, his hand slipped in between my legs. My breathing stopped when his fingertips caressed their way up my inner thigh, and when his knuckles brush against my clit over my panties, I shivered with anticipation.

”I’m going to make you come so hard, baby.” he said gruffly, moving aside a fabric covering my lady parts and pressing his index finger down on my clit. The sensation hit me so good my eyes shuttered and I purred.

“You are dripping wet down here,” he stroke his thumb over my slits, spreading my juices all over my pussy. “I’ll slide in so easily,” he pushed two fingers into me, like he said, so easily.

”B-Baekhyun.“ I panted.

“Yes baby?” he murmured, sliding his fingers in and out torturingly slow.

I shook my head and whined desperately, “Faster. Baekhyun, faster.”

He smirked, “Like this?” his pace accelerated but it’s not enough. I needed more.

“More…” I begged, “Faster…”

With that, his fingers picked up it’s pace and his intrusion turned rougher. I dropped my head to his shoulder and my mouth muzzled against his skin. Every time he pulled his fingers out and thrust them harder inside of me, I cried out to his name and God’s name. The room was filled with the sound of my muffled noise and the squelching noise of his fingers fucking my wet pussy.

Baekhyun pulled out completely only to pushed three fingers inside of me. My fingers dug into his shoulders and my muscle immediately tightened around his fingers. ”So hot and tight,” he rumbled low into my ear, thrusting in and out rhythmically and making my body shake in his arms.

“Yess, keep going…” I begged, feeling a wave of pleasure building up deep in my lower belly. My heart rate sped up, I was so close to finding the release I so desperately sought for.

”I can’t wait to shove my cock deep inside you and stretch your pussy wide and nice,” his teeth pulled gently on my earlobe, “then…I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days.”

Thrill and arousal rippled like a wave through my body. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, and I squeezed my eyes closed when I felt the throbbing around my tight wall, “I-I’m so close…please don’t stop.”

“Come,” he ordered, running his thumb over my clit vigorously.

The tension inside of me burst so hard my hips undulated and I threw my head back in a loud scream of his name.

Finally, I came back to my senses as ecstasy faded into languid satisfaction. Sweats trickled around my forehead and down the side of my neck. When I opened my eyes, he was still watching me. But unlike the scorching heat I found in his eyes before, this time, his gaze on me was more tender. I found myself holding my breath when he reached up to tuck a lock behind my ear.

“You look so beautiful when you come,” he whispered seductively, brushing his fingertips over my flushed cheek, “I can’t wait to get you naked under me.”

”Then do it,” I said in a husky whisper, “Undress me.”

Baekhyun swallowed, his adam-apple bobbing in his throat. I thought I saw the desire in his eyes and I was almost sure he wanted this as much as I did, but then he shook his head, confusing me.

“Not now, shortcake.”

Disappointment dimmed my expression and I pouted, “You don’t want me.“

Baekhyun sighed, then he surprised me by grabbing my slender hand and placing it in between his legs, letting me feel the hard-on straining in his pants. “Feel that?” he asked, “If this doesn’t prove how badly I want you, I don’t know what does.”

I bit my lips, speechless and at the same time amused.

His feature softened as he stared at me, “I was serious when I said you’ll be sore for days after I’m done fucking you,“ he said, "we’ll attend the gala first and I promise mind-blowing sex afterward. Okay?”

I shuddered at the thrill in his promise, “Okay.”

"Good girl,” he murmured, and then he cupped my face and kissed me. Languorously and so very sweetly. So very sweetly that it scared me.

I should be kissing him back but I didn’t. A pool of confusion fogged my brain, making me tense against him.

The way he kissed me was way too romantic. I liked it. Jesus, I loved it. But it was too romantic. It wasn’t supposed to be romantic between us.

Baekhyun stopped kissing me the moment he noticed the stillness in my body. Our lips detached and he drew back to search my face. Something he saw made him chuckle, but I wasn’t sure what it was.

“Don’t give me that look when I kissed you tomorrow. My mother will be suspicious.”

I frowned, “What look?”

”Like I’ve just stolen your first kiss.” he grinned teasingly.

My hand instinctively moved up to touch my heated cheek, “No, I did n-“

Without warning, his mouth crushed down on mine, silencing me. My eyes flew wide open as he kissed me hard, and he pulled back before I had the time to react to his attack.

“See,” he pointed at my face, “That look.”

I scowled at him, “I don’t know what you are talking- Don’t-“ I shifted backward on his lap when he leaned closer so abruptly, “Stop with the kiss,” I placed a hand on his chest, warding him off.

He grabbed my wrist and moved it away from his chest so he could lean closer to me, “Why?”

”It’s too intimate,” I answered without looking at him.

“Bullshit,” he chuckled half-scornfully, “Are you saying that me touching you and making you come aren’t intimate?”

"Sex is part of our deal. Kissing isn’t.” I argued, all the while staring at the throw pillow next to him.

“You don’t me to kiss you?”

“…”

“Look at me.”

Like I was compelled to do so, my eyes found their way back to him and I was met with his enticing gaze. Captivated, my heart pounded and my eyes dropped to his lips.

Slowly, Baekhyun inched closer until our forehead touched and his lips were subtly brushing over mine, “Do you want me to kiss you?”

My heart felt like it was beating out of my throat and all of a sudden I was hearing the echo of my own words in the back of my mind.

I’m not a naive teenager who can’t keep her emotion detached with the guy she’s sleeping with.

I wanted to believe in my words, but when I closed my eyes and let him kissed me again, I was no longer sure if those words were true anymore.

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A/N: This is my first time sharing my story here so I’m still a bit of a noob! I guess people don’t really write comment/feedback here but I’d be the happiest if you could share your thoughts about this little story of mine. Anyway, Enjoy! :))

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kangaroo-r00 · 5 years

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[PERSONAL GOALS]

feel free to ignore this it’s just for my shitty memory tbh

{ G E N D E R I D E N T I T Y }

- NAME CHANGE NAME CHANGE NAME CHANGE RIGHT AS I HIT 18 MY DAD CAN EAT SHIT > Lmao don’t forget to change every part of ur name u forgetful bastard - Buy @ least 1 binder > Actually measure my cup size so I can finally buy a fucking binder > Get tighter bras if I can’t buy a binder soon - Ask mom to go shopping w/ me > Buy @ least 1 CASUAL dress (dress for sister’s wedding does not count) > Maybe get a skirt - I WANNA WEAR A SUIT BEACAUSE ID LOOK HOT IN ONE - Only introduce myself as Roux (already doing that p well - Next time I go swimming (if ever) wear baggy t shirt & shorts - Learn how to apply makeup > Ask sisters or consult youtube - Buy men’s jeans (for the practical pockets) > Basically shop in whatever fucking aisles I want because I will n o t be restricted by something like gender - Wear more baggy hoodies - Check out the men’s aisle for hygiene stuff (because, hey, no pink tax & I like the men’s stuff better) - Paint my nails more (kinda got off track doing that) - Learn how to present more masculine??? - Maybe do stuff w/ my voice??? - Work on my walk (kinda feminine???) - Shave my legs??? (it’s been over a year so I dunno) - For the love of all that is holy ask my doctor abt birth control becuz dysphoria runs rampant on shark week, cramps suck ass, & the fact that my uterus still works properly is transphobic - Start saving up to eventually get surgery & change my name (if I take an off year for college then maybe I can get surgery b4 I go???) > Split portions of my paychecks & money to go to an account or fund or whatever > Top surgery & get uterus removed or something along those lines (tubes tied, sell eggs???) - Make sure I get (at the very least) Roux on my junior ring - Write more abt being nonbinary. Representation!!! - Basically be not subtle abt being nonbinary > Be openly out to my whole school??? because fuck I hate being labelled as a girl at STA that shit fucking sucks > LOBBY AGAINST SKIRTS BECAUSE THEY SUCK WHEN THEYRE REQUIRED - Try to figure out my identity more (am I just using nonbinary as an umbrella term??? what other pronouns do I feel comf w/???) - Move somewhere LGBTQ+ tolerant

{ R E L I G I O N }

- Cut myself off from Catholicism completely (gonna be hard when I go to a catholic school haha end me) > Try to get past my church hurt > I dunno stop making so many jokes abt Catholicism (lmao maybe not; im still salty af) - Look more into other religions > Learn more abt Wicca &/or Paganism > Talk to some actual Wicca & Pagans for more info - Do some soul searching > What do I believe in exactly??? What are my morals??? What’s important to me??? - Move somewhere religiously tolerant

{ S C H O O L }

- Actively try harder even if I don’t want to > Please try super hard in math again > Try harder in Latin becuz ur not doing ur best!!! - Write. Notes. For. Everything. - Please don’t stop using ur planner becuz ur memory is fucking atrocious > Turn in all ur homework heathen - GPA is somewhat important!!! Raise that shit!!! - Ask for help!!! - Don’t wait until last minute??? - Pursue some kinda zoology / conservationist / writing degree - Enter more contests > Try for scholarships???

{ M I S C E L L A N E O U S }

- TATTOOS BABEY (nature ones uwu) > A wolf, snake, or peacock would be p lit > & SPACE > & PLANTS & FLOWERS - Dye my hair more fun colors > Dye my hair unnatural colors every summer finals becuz fuck STA!!! > Dye my hair unnatural colors for graduation becuz FUCK STA!!! > Dye my hair unnatural colors becuz FUCK BARB!!! - PIERCINGS I WANT THEM > Cartilage piercings??? > Nose piercing??? > Eyebrow piercing??? > Tongue piercing??? (I dunno abt this one) - Learn more German becuz u mad Duo sad & he’ll kill ur family if u don’t!!! - Draw u bastard!!! - Sing more!!! - Compliment people more!!! > Talk to people u think are cool!!! - Visit more wildlife sanctuaries & zoos > Visit more places w/ nature!!! - Donate to more charities!!! - Foster all the dogs & cats!!! - I WANT ALL THE PETS (I WILL BE THE CRAZY ANIMAL PERSON) > Reptiles, arachnids, amphibians, mammals, rodents, birds, & insects!!! - Maybe foster teens when I’m a Proper Adult™??? - I like plants!!! I want to learn how to take care of them!!! > Ask Sarah for tips & knowledge!!! - Get a book published!!! - Learn how to cook &/or bake adequately - Buy more earrings!!! > More jewelry in gen!!! - Learn more abt astronomy, geology, & phycology - Try more styles!!! Buy more clothes!!! - Live somewhere in the country??? > Just somewhere w/ lots of nature & less people!!! - I wanna be a nice person!!!

#goals #personal #gender stuff #feel free to ignore #get to know me #to be updated #subject to change #reasons to live

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boofmont · 5 years

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- ̗̀ * ( liana liberato + cisfemale + she/her ) have you seen ( saige beaumont ) walking around campus ? they are a ( 20 ) year old, studying ( linguistics + criminal psychology ). we hear they are in ( theta sigma eta ), and can be ( passionate & irrational ), maybe it’s because they are a ( cancer ). they sort of remind us of ( drunk stick n' pokes at 2am, avoiding cracks in the sidewalk, the familiar riff of an old song ), maybe we can find out more ! ( jamesy the fool + 20 + EST + she/they ) * ̖́- + newspaper photographer, campus tour, swim

lmao hi here’s my final baby she is the love of my life i’ve known her for 8 years i think and she’s come a long way sdfkgh please love her as much as i love her. if i was fictionkin i’d identify solely with her (and she’s not even a self insert ! wow !) **IM STILL ON HAITUS UNTIL MONDAY BUT I HAD THIS READY TO GO LMAO**

TW: ALCOHOLISM, DRUG ABUSE? MENTIONS.

gen. info

full name: saige alouette beaumont

nickname(s): she...doesn’t have any in this timeline but PLEASE, she LOVES nicknames. she’s a nickname slut.

b.o.d. - july 7th, 20 whole yrs old.

label(s): the hedonist, the icarcian, the reveler, etc. etc.

height: 5′7″ thank u very much !!

hometown: thibodaux, louisiana

sexuality: firstly when aren’t my babies bi as FUCK (minus aster). but she also prefers masc-presenting folks

biography

the only child of a world renown fashion designer named manon lévêsque (surname kept b/c Branding) and US lieutenant general robert beaumont

manon’s brand is like...on the level of chanel, and dior, and shit, y’know??

manon’s...obv french, very french. born n raised in france.

robert beaumont comes from a very southern family, all located in louisana. also french, just more...american.

they’re fucking loaded

saige’s childhood wasn’t the...Usual, childhood. they moved around a lot as due to both of her parents’ jobs. (’cos robert wasn’t ALWAYS a 4-star army man smh)

the longest they’ve rly stayed in one place (minus saige’s ucla yrs) is like...two yrs, tops ??

due 2 that she didn’t rly make...a lotta friends?

but when she DID , it was always the most interesting ppl she could find

but her parents were always SUPER strict

it was like they came together purely to mold the perfect child

like, they controlled where she went! what she wore! who she interacted with! what she watched or read or listened to!

she’d have bodyguards on her when her parents were busy, not nannies

she was taught all the proper things ladies were to learn, like cooking and sewing and ballroom dancing, and more

she was also taught how to drop a man to his knees in less than 10 seconds and how to shoot a gun, but that was it in terms of self defense skdfgh

eventually saige got bored with a life of being carefully watched and attending military balls and fashion runways

how do u surround a girl w/ so much culture and expect her to not want to experience life for what it is?

she learned how to dodge guards in order to go canoeing in the full moon with strangers she’d met five hrs prior, and how to blend in at festivals filled with throat-melting sweet drinks

she almost landed in a tabloid at the age of 15 for sneaking out w/ a boy three years older and her parents paid a lot of money to hide it.

no matter how much they tried to keep her rooted, saige always found a way to bend the rules and escape her lil golden cage

like they even had her homeschooled w/ the best tutors one could pay for n she still yeeted tf out whenever she could

born for the party life t b h

they decided that the best course of action to deal w/ her was to finally keep her in one place so they p much made her go to ucla lmao

homegirl did NOT want to go at first, just ‘cos she HATES being rooted to one place, is used to traveling the world and seeing shit and learning other cultures n shit, y’know ??

but then she joined theta sigma eta lmao n the parties ??

fucking amazing

it didn’t take a lot for her to be convinced to stay, esp ‘cos her parents didn’t quite realize...how big the party scene is

(not like they could’ve sent her to like...harvard or smth...homegirl’s smart but not THAT smart lmaooo)

unfortunately, saige has piss poor self control; and this was too much freedom for her. she was being Too Wild

anyWays the summer before her current year (i ... think she’s a sophomore ?) she went to a particularly wild party and somehow ended up at one of her mother’s collection launch parties w/ a pal of hers !!

and she totally embarrassed her mom !! in front of everybody !! being lil’ ol drunk n freshly 20 yr old !

after that saige was NOT welcomed at home (wherever home was, at the moment, that is). she wasn’t DISOWNED ‘cos that’d be HORRIBLE for the press n god, imagine the media ?? it would worsen it all

but she wasn’t allowed at home. wasn’t allowed with them. wasn’t allowed to see them unless at events they specifically ordered her to come to for press reasons

doesn’t really...know where she’s going to go in the summer ‘cos the summer she Fucked Up she lived out of hotel suites and friend’s couches. n like yeah she can just Buy a place or smth but ?? commitment ?? adult decisions ?? christ !

nobody knows her parents have essentially kicked her tf out and aren’t even talkin’ to her, ‘cos homegirl’s ashamed

it isn’t rly hard to hide it tho ‘cos her parents still give her a shit ton of money LMAO rich privilege

but it can’t fix how absolutely hurt she is

the alcohol , however, COULD

started partying more, and more intensely, and didn’t stop when the parties did

alcohol became part of her diet.

irish cream in her mornin’ coffee, coke n rum at lunch, vodka and like...23 packets of crystal lite in her hydro flask during lectures

without alcohol, she suffers terrible withdraws and those turn her into a completely different person

noBoDy KnoWs

or if they do, they don’t realize the extent of it! just how bad it is! ‘cos she’s a big ol’ faker

she’s fine it’s FINE

personality

i actually have...traits i’ve written for her

positive traits:

kindhearted, optimistic, energetic, dreamy, charismatic, intelligent (to...a degree, lmao), active, charismatic, sympathetic, amiable

negative traits:

naive, dumb (to...a degree, double lmao), self-destructive, spiteful, stubborn, defensive, inattentive, unstable, loud, reckless

but ANYWAYS

if she wants to do smth, she’ll do it

there’s no way to talk her outta whatever she has set in her mind, even if it’s fucking STUPID

‘cos she’s stupid and we love her for it

uuuUuUuUuUUUUhh

she’s a vegetarian, loves animals too much 2 do it

has adhd but she’s not medicated ‘cos her parents suck n young girls r always severely under diagnosed ‘cos doctors also suck

she’s allergic to cats, pumpkins, and penicillin

loves cats

she does her own stick n’ pokes, n will do ur stick n’ pokes if u ask. Loves doin ‘em, but she can’t draw for shit LMAO

however ! she does play three instruments:

piano, violin, n bass guitar

hates piano w/ a burning passion ‘cos she was p much forced to learn. thinks violin is lit as fuck. bass guitar? her fav thing ever. did it as an act of rebellion.

also, even tho she’s just....a whole ass dumbass, she knows like...four languages

yes including english

anyways she knows uUUuUH french, spanish, n latin (for funsies)

is also learning mandarin, german, n irish gaelic (for funsies)

is a big language slut, essentially

and a uh...slut in general

like she just rly loves everybody

she’s SUPER friendly, super confident, like...the best gal to know, ‘cos she’s got sm energy n if u don’t talk a lot ? that’s fine ! she’ll talk for u ! even if u don’t ask her to !

but yes she’s not like EASY but she’s easy

she’s had a few short-term relationships and even fewer long-term relationships

and she doesn’t ! have commitment issues !

doesn’t like getting hurt but also ! she will fall in love w/ anybody !

(i’m kidding every time i’ve ever played her in all my years she’s always, always attracted to like...grumpy tough ppl. that’s her type. do u sell drugs? she loves u. do u get into pointless fights and have constantly bruised knuckles? she loves u. did u sell ur soul to the devil? oh, she rly does love u.)

actually thinks rly low of herself but would NEVER let ANYBODY know that ‘cos god forbid

just keep smilin’ :)

probably uses finger guns

skateboards into EVERYTHING she’s fucking CLUMSY and stupid

will wear gucci on top of her thrift finds (stop going to goodwill if ur nearly a billionaire u dumbass)

that being said she’s not always........aware? she’s not shallow but she’s kind of just...she’ll throw her money at u if u can’t afford smth, and like...doesn’t know how taxes work? and also...doesn’t know how poor ppl go on living?

like she’s highly dependent on her money

she has three fucking cars ‘cos she just thought they were PRETTY

one’s a pick up truck w/ LED lights, one’s the literal car from the princess diaries, and the other’s just a real fast sports car

totally does illegal street racing but ? only sometimes ? mostly for funsies rly doesn’t care abt money at all LMAO

she’s...not very independent

she’s got an addictive personality, y’see?

does MANY drugs, like mdma (ecstasy? molly?), coke, shrooms, acid, the marijuanas. i think that’s it.

a lil bit of a cokehead but only at parties okay uwu

idk how but she always manages to be laidback and yet also super energized at the same time. she just truly, does not give a single shit

also i said she was dumb earlier and like...TRUE

excels at english, history, etc. etc.

but as soon as math or science is involved? fart noise

bad shit

hate it

she can’t focus on shit she doesn’t like so like...that doesn’t help

in other news, she can be best described as a DRUNK TINKERBELL

as she was originally a pixie. it’s suiting

she’s ... almost ethereal

will tease u. will act like she’s known u for years. this is normal for saige.

she’s just rly BUBBLY and FUN okay ! pls love her

like pretty please

she’s my best muse by far and i’ve been rping since 2010

OH okay so like fun fact: her mother still sends her pieces that she hasn’t released yet so saige’s closet is filled w/ clothes she will nvr wear ‘cos she refuses to in order to Spite her Mother

also will GIVE these EXCLUSIVE UNreleased articles of clothing to her FRIENDS as GIFTS as a big FUCK U to the MAN (mom)

she’s just a dumbass

wanted connections

ok so gimme a blackmailer who knows abt saige’s like...issues, n instead of tryn to help her they use it to their advantage to get whatever they want from her :^)

also a TUTOR ‘cos she’s stupid in math n science

party pals like do i even have to explain

childhood friend(s) or like...acquaintances ?? she’s traveled for so long

da PLUG gimme her DEALER

ex boyfriend(s) - she loves ppl, sometimes too much. were they in love? maybe not. did she get bored? did he? who knows?

i mean same applies to girlfriends

just ?? a dude who has completely caught her attention. saige finds him SO INTERESTING for some fucking reason. reminds her of travelling, reminds her of her years of exploring. reminds her of a lotta things, rly. he might b a good person. or ! he might not !

random hookups - past ? present ? fwbs ? one night stands ? i’ll take them all !

best friend - y’know. her ride or die. celeste. i mean there can b another, but celeste. try n compete w/ celeste.

other close friends!

fake friends!

frenemies!

(also am a big slut for the on-and-off relationships where theyre both horrible for each other n it’s not.. Good , but they can’t stop ! they won’t stop ! it’s not abusive but it’s toxic just ‘cos they’re both fucking enablers smh breaking up n getting back together all the time)

bad influence ? good influence ?

roommates ??

#uclas:intro #i hope this formats right on mobile lmao #anyways gimme a like n i’ll hit u up #eventually

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littlelovelymemes · 7 years

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✰ — — * PARKS & RECREATION SENTENCE STARTERS

‘ i tried to make ramen in the coffee pot and i broke everything. ’ ‘ i typed your symptoms into the thing up here and it says you could have network connectivity problems. ’ ‘ there’s only one thing i hate more than lying: skim milk, which is water that’s lying about being milk. ’ ‘ don’t be such a baby. i cooked you some bacon for a trail snack. ’ ‘ i really only listen to german death reggae and halloween sound effects records from the 1950s. ’ ‘ whenever she asks me for the latin names of any of our plants, i just give her the names of rappers. ’ ‘ i once forgot to brush my teeth for five weeks. ’ ‘ i didn’t actually sell my last car, i just forgot where i parked it. ’ ‘ i don’t know who al gore is and at this point i’m too afraid to ask. ’ ‘ when they say 2% milk, i don’t know what they other 98% is. ’ ‘ i’ve only slept nine hours over the past four days so i’m right on the verge of a nervous breakdown. ’ ‘ upon my death, all of my belongings shall transfer to the man or animal who has killed me. ’ ‘ since i am not a rabbit, no, i do not want a salad. ’ ‘ you’re like an angel with no wings. ’ ‘ oh my god you have to stop using the word ‘nipple.’ ’ ‘ you’re right, i know. i have to be a grown up... but it’s so hard! ’ ‘ i was reading an encyclopedia and i tripped or ‘fell over’ and hit my head. or ‘brain helmet.’ ’ ‘ oh my god, your boobs are dead. ’ ‘ i have a medical condition, alright! it’s called caring too much and it’s incurable! ’ ‘ he put all my records into this rectangle! the songs just play one right after the other! this is an excellent rectangle! ’ ‘ if i keep my body moving and my mind occupied at all times, i will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair. ’ ‘ guys love it when you can show them you’re better than they are at something they love. ’ ‘ jogging is the worst. i mean, i know it keeps you healthy, but god, at what cost? ’ ‘ i have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life. ’ ‘ i know this and i love you. ’ ‘ that’s too much responsibility. i gotta find a way out of this. ’ ‘ you are a wonderful person. your friendship means a lot to me and you look very beautiful. ’ ‘ i was kind of getting sick of listening to them talk about their relationship, but then i remembered that alcohol existed. ’ ‘ i got stung once and i’m immune. go ahead and sting me, bees! it does nothing! ’ ‘ i’m not afraid of cops! i have no reason to be. i never break any laws, ever... because i’m deathly afraid of cops. ’ ‘ i’m fine. it’s just that life is pointless and nothing matters and i’m always tired. ’ ‘ there will be alcohol there, so i will go as well. ’ ‘ i can’t go because i don’t want to. ’ ‘ i’m just gonna stay angry, i find that relaxes me! ’ ‘ i don’t want to seem overdramatic, but i don’t really care what happens here. ’ ‘ i’m just gonna leave early and go home. ’ ‘ if any of you need anything at all, too bad. ’ ‘ you have never been neutral on anything in your life. you have an opinion on pockets. ’ ‘ dance up on me! ’ ‘ i have an idea, it’s very uncool. it’s not illegal, technically. but it is a dick move. ’ ‘ one time my refrigerator stopped working. i didn’t know what to do. i just moved. ’ ‘ you’re stupid and you’re drunk and you’re stupid. ’ ‘ you don’t even know one thing. i didn’t even say one thing and then she asked me the whole thing and i didn’t even do it once. ’ ‘ i’m like an elephant, okay? if i walk into a room, it’s like, ‘oh he’s in there.’ ’ ‘ bababooey. ’ ‘ mac and cheese pizza?! you’re making that?! ’ ‘ i was dying earlier today. and then i died. now i’m dead. ’ ‘ the only thing i will be waving is your decapitated head on a stick in front of your weeping mother! ’ ‘ i don’t want to be overdramatic, but today felt like 100 years in hell and the absolute worst day of my life. ’ ‘ i have been kind of tense lately. just thinking about the new star wars sequel. ’ ‘ it does look sad. kind of. sorry for stepping on you, floor. ’ ‘ if you rearrange the letters of peru, you can spell europe. ’ ‘ you’re as guilty as you are sexy. ’ ‘ this maze is like a maze. ’ ‘ sometimes when i blow my nose, i get a boner. i don’t know why. it just happens. ’ ‘ so i feel like you were mad at me yesterday and i don’t know why so i made a list of everything i did and i’m gonna try not to do any of them again. ’ ‘ no, i’m not crying, okay? i’m allergic to jerks! ’ ‘ i don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are... actually, it’s going to bug me if i don’t. ’ ‘ with all due respect, you’re a major dick. ’ ‘ the calzones... betrayed me? ’ ‘ who hasn’t had gay thoughts? ’ ‘ do you think a depressed person could make this? no! ’ ‘ i like your energy. what do you say you and i ride go-karts later? ’ ‘ three words: treat. yo. self. ’ ‘ treat yo self. it’s the best day of the year! ’ ‘ i’ll tell you what. here’s the deal. if you get fired, i’ll quit, and we’ll leave together. i’m serious! move to a new city, change our names... burn our fingertips off with acid... swap faces... if we have to. ’ ‘ monsters don’t have souls? uh, have you seen monsters inc? ’ ‘ i make my money the old fashioned way: i got run over by a lexus. ’ ‘ i took this thing called ‘zapvigil’ which apparently is what israeli fighter pilots use to stay awake so... right now it looks like i’m talking to a giant crab. stay away from me crab! ’ ‘ well, you suck at being polite, sir. ’ ‘ at one point, for no reason, i just took off my shoes and held them in my hand. ’ ‘ three, two, one, and my shift’s over... what the fuck is your problem?! ’ ‘ math is worthless in real life. i mean, there’s an app for calculating tips. that’s all you need. ’ ‘ your house isn’t haunted, you’re lonely. ’ ‘ just because i can’t go out with him, someone else can? wow. ’ ‘ oh, this is bad. i should not have done this. ’ ‘ she’s the worst person i’ve ever met. i want to travel the world with her. ’ ‘ no, no, no, no. i’m not lonely. i have me. ’ ‘ i love watching russian traffic accidents on youtube while i play children’s music at the wrong rpm. ’ ‘ god, i am so annoyed that he would hypothetically do that. ’ ‘ you beautiful, rule-breaking moth. ’ ‘ you beautiful, naive, sophisticated newborn baby. ’ ‘ you beautiful tropical fish. ’ ‘ hope no one minds if i livetweet this bitch! ’ ‘ i just want to hear the doctor say that he had a fart attack. is that too much to ask? ’ ‘ the only things i like are dogs and sleeping late. ’ ‘ it kind of sucks that i’m super broke and i want to buy you stuff and it’s embarrassing that i can’t. ’ ‘ i don’t want anything. i just want to hang out with you. ’ ‘ you’ve killed my spirit. my spirit’s blood is on your hands. ’ ‘ i hate people. ’ ‘ you can see the stars, which i hate. they’re creepy. ’ ‘ i will kill you slowly with a giant syringe. ’ ‘ what? i love garbage. ’ ‘ i only tell the truth when it makes me sound like i’m lying. ’ ‘ i want to be burned at the stake. ’ ‘ i’m going to murder you a thousand times. ’ ‘ people who buy things are suckers. ’ ‘ this is 100% certified for realskis. ’ ‘ well, if there’s anyone who can bring my parents together, it’s no one. no one can ever bring them together. ’ ‘ getting married is the bravest, most wonderful thing you can do because every day you come home and you’re just like, ‘what? it’s you! i love you! you’re my sexy roommate. we love each other.’ ’ ‘ i am 100% certain that i am 0% sure of what i’m going to do. ’ ‘ my anxiety has kept me up for over 50 hours. ’ ‘ maybe we should find the person who stole your positive attitude. ’ ‘ scientists believe that the first human being who will live 150 years has already been born. i believe i am that human being. ’ ‘ messy is fun, okay? my whole life is a giant mess and i love it. ’ ‘ friendship is better because friends help you move. they drive you to the airport. boyfriends just... love you and marry you. ’ ‘ i hope you brought a change of clothes cause your eyes are about to piss tears. ’ ‘ everything hurts and i’m dying. ’ ‘ i need you to text me every 30 seconds saying everything’s gonna be okay. ’ ‘ let me just say, from the bottom of my heart: my bad. ’ ‘ there are no consequences to my actions anymore. i’m like a white, male u.s. senator. ’ ‘ hey, are you busy? and writing star trek fan fiction does not count. ’ ‘ what do we...? like, what do we do? like, what do we do? um, how- how do we- how...? how... how... how? what do we do?! ’ ‘ oh, also, i have a little secret... i’m drunk. ’ ‘ i do say the cutest stuff. ’ ‘ i don’t want to cause a panic... news flash: we’re screwed! ’ ‘ velvet slippies, cashmere socks, velvet pants, cashmere turtle. i’m a cashmere-velvet candy cane. ’ ‘ you shut your mouth! you have all the strengths! ’ ‘ never half-ass two things. whole-ass one thing. ’ ‘ i’m a simple man. i like pretty, dark-haired women and breakfast food. ’ ‘ i guess i kind of hate most things, but i never really seem to hate you. ’ ‘ time is money, money is power, power is pizza, and pizza is knowledge. let’s go! ’ ‘ i have no idea what i’m doing, but i know i’m doing it really, really well. ’ ‘ ovaries before brovaries. ’ ‘ sometimes you gotta work a little so you can ball a lot. ’ ‘ i have never taken the high road, but i tell people to ‘cause then there’s more room for me on the low road. ’ ‘ just remember, every time you look up at the moon, i, too, will be looking at a moon. not the same moon, obviously. that’s impossible. ’ ‘ i’m just gonna go live under a bridge and ask people riddles before they cross. ’ ‘ i love games that turn people against each other. ’ ‘ i don’t care about that prize, but i’m gonna win because i want his happiness to go away. ’ ‘ that is the coolest sentence i have ever heard somebody talk. ’ ‘ i wanted to make fun of stupid people while i get drunk. my two true passions. ’ ‘ i am big enough to admit that i am often inspired by myself. ’ ‘ if i could go back in time and cut your eyeballs out, i would. ’

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cromulentbookreview · 6 years

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La Croquembouche Dorée

I don’t speak French. French is confusing to me because, as someone who spent many years learning German, French uses a ton of letters in words that aren’t pronounced. German doesn’t do that. Germans like to pronounce all their letters. Germans also like to combine words without hyphens to create monster words that are still, somehow, easier for me to pronounce than the names of most delicious French pastries.

And by that I mean, The Gilded Wolves by Roshani Chokshi!

An engineer with a debt to pay.

A historian banished from his home.

A dancer with a sinister past.

And a brother in arms if not blood.

No one believes in them.

But soon no one will forget them.

And they’d better not forget to feed Goliath.

OK, OK I made that last bit up. But in The Gilded Wolves, one of the main characters, Tristan, has a pet tarantula called Goliath. Everyone is always giving Tristan shit about having Goliath and bringing him to group meetings and such. Apparently, none of his friends can stand the presence of a tarantula. I’m not overfond of spiders myself. Spiders and I have reached a tentative truce in which I leave them alone and they leave me alone, and in that way, we’re both happy. But still - Tristan, the group woobie, loves his pet tarantula. Just let the guy have his tarantula, damn it! Swallow your fear of spiders for five damn minutes and just appreciate that Goliath is a perfect name for a tarantula.

(An approximate representation of Goliath).

Alrighty, then. So, The Gilded Wolves!

Paris! 1889! We’re at the height of Belle Époque here, people! Gone are the insane-ass bustles of the 1870s, we’re talking, narrow box-pleated skirts, jerseys, corsets so tight they’d make your organs shift, and the beginnings of puffed sleeves! Ah, the gilded age. Pretty on the outside, but scratch the surface and all you’ve got underneath is extreme disparity of wealth, racism, sexism (seriously, the dresses were pretty but we couldn’t vote). Basically, if you were rich and white, things were awesome. If you were literally anyone else, though...tough shit.

But hey, the dresses were pretty.

Anyway, in Roshani Chokshi’s 1889 Paris, certain people possess the ability to “forge” things - I’m a little hazy on how to describe exactly what forging is, as the forging they do in The Gilded Wolves is way different from the forging that my dad does, which in involves long periods of time spent in the barn playing with fire and molten metal then coming back with knives, bottle openers, decorative fence posts...

Ok, back to the book: forging is basically an ability to manipulate matter. Again, that description doesn’t really do much by way of justice to the story, but...well, I promised you cromulent reviews, not extremely detailed ones. Inside this world of forging is this all-powerful Order of Babel, an extremely powerful secret society that...is extremely powerful and secretive. Because forging comes from these things called “Babel Fragments” - fragments of...something...that God apparently distributed throughout the world after the fall of the Tower of Babel. Where these fragments were distributed, civilization thrived. The Order of Babel must protect the art of forging and guard the West’s Babel Fragment. Because reasons of grave importance.

Among all of this, we’ve got our main guy, Séverin Montagnet-Alarie. Séverin was once the heir to a powerful Order house, but due to some backstabbing inter-order backstabbing, Séverin was robbed of his inheritance and his whole house declared dead. Séverin wants to restore his inheritance and his position as patriarch of his house. In the meantime, though, he owns a extremely successful hotel, L’Eden. He also steals treasure with his dream-heist-team, consisting of: Zofia, a Polish ex-engineering student, Enrique, a Filipino historian who hopes to one day see his country be free of Spanish rule; . Laila, the dancer with the sinister past who also likes to cook delicious-sounding pastries in her spare time, and Tristan, Séverin’s brother - they’re not actually related, Tristan was the son of one of Séverin’s many sets of foster parents, but Séverin vowed to stick by Tristan when they were kids and they’d been together ever since.

After managing another successful heist, Séverin is coerced by Hypnos, the Patriarch of House Nyx, into helping the Order find a MacGuffin. If Séverin and his team can find the MacGuffin, then Hypnos will help Séverin restore his inheritance.

Hey, it’s a treasure-hunting heist story. You can’t have a good treasure-hunting heist story without a MacGuffin.

So, The Gilded Wolves! It’s a mysterious magical Gilded-age heist - which is to say it’s a ton of fun and highly enjoyable. Gilded Wolves reminded me a lot of Leigh Bardugo’s Six of Crows, in that both are heist stories and both feature multiple POV characters. End of similarities. Still, if you liked Six of Crows, then you’ll definitely enjoy Gilded Wolves. There’s a POV character for everyone - my personal favorite in Gilded Wolves is Zofia, who is very plainly meant to be autistic, though in the very stereotypical way of being super rigid and good at math. As an autistic person who, quite frankly, couldn’t calculate her way out of a paper bag, I couldn’t relate with Zofia’s love of mathematics, but I definitely related to her awkwardness, her difficulty knowing what to say in conversations, on how to act as though she were a normal girl...

There’s one quote that really stuck out to me “Zofia felt that familiar tightness again … that sensation of reaching for a step on a staircase that wasn’t there.” - keep in mind I lifted this from an ARC so the final quote might be different or not in the final book at all, but holy shit is that accurate. That feeling, where you get something while socializing wrong, it feels exactly like that. Chokshi really does hit the nail on the head when it comes to what it’s like to be a girl with autism. I related to Zofia so hard...though I suck at engineering. I mean, I can barely construct a paper airplane...

So, The Gilded Wolves! I had a hard time getting into the book at the beginning, because I was constantly being distracted by other things. It was only when I got about a quarter of the way in when I was finally able to focus and actually get into the story. And then by the time I really got into it, it ended and now I have to wait for the sequel. And I hate waiting. Waiting is hard. Waiting is the worst. It’s like, the second I fall in love with all the characters, human and arachnid, the book is over and I’m left hanging until the sequel. Bah, I says. Bah.

What is it with me and getting into YA books that end up being the first in series? Having just finished a 800+ page standalone, the sting of having to wait feels just a wee bit worse.

Eh, I’ll wait. I can do it. Gives me more books to look forward to. MORE BOOKS! And according to Chokshi herself, we will see more of Goliath in the next book! Woo!

RECOMMENDED FOR: Fans of YA magical heist stories, fans of historical fiction of the Gilded Age.

NOT RECOMMENDED FOR: People not fond of waiting for sequels, people who can’t stand constantly switching perspectives.

RATING:4/5

RELEASE DATE: January 15, 2019

ANTICIPATION LEVEL FOR SEQUEL: Kangchenjunga

SPIDER RATING

#the gilded wolves #roshani chokshi #young adult fiction #ya #book review #gilded age #belle epoque #19th century #paris #lgbtq #YA heist #young adult fantasy #steampunk

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i-just-wanttosleep · 7 years

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Weird Ass Quotes

These are quotes that have been said around or in my school. A lot of these quotes were also said in math class, which makes them weirder, but i find these funny, so I hope u enjoy.

• oh fuck it's Monday

•stae-tage

•have you ever encountered a mime?

•we just look like the stoners in the back corner

•i feel like mimes don't exist

•yeah, but our debt crisis is good!

•hell yeah

•fuck yeah

•"I'm not a weed." "Yes you are."

•(math teacher:) do you want some cheese with that whine?

•if Hitler had learned trig identities he wouldn't have done those things

•if they had just taught trig identities at German school World War II would never have happened

•(same math teacher:) stop bitching

• because you have the mental capacity of a walnut

•now we're learning about asymptotes and holes, so ASHOLES

•get on your spaceship and fly down the line

•NOW WHO'S THE WALNUT

•wait wait you can be general adi can be... moral support

•you're too white to be a gangster

•why the fuck Genevieve

•they INTENSIFIES

•these dank memeorinoes

•edward Cullen is coming to attack!

•dat soil be terrible

•that American cactus sucks dick

•that tail is my soul

•sunlight energy is often scarce

•eels eat sharks; eels eat EVERYTHING

•don't eat the pencil sharpener

•*cares more about writing down quotes than friend's life*

•russia fucks it's mother (no offense intended to Russia)

•whoa that cactus is drooping

•i need to feel it with my face

•*sleep deprived laughter*

•when you headbang too hard and the yarn falls off your head

•don't you dare unwind my yarn *raises eyebrow*

•and today on headbanging with yarn, we'll be... you guessed it! Headbanging with yarn!

•gay... *runs fingers up needle seductively*

•hey, look, my pants!

•hey, look, it's an ass... ymptote!

•uno two troix cuatro cinco six

•yesad

•there could be rainbow sparkly fairies grading your papers, so be specific

•roppers the mothball candy

•no, I'm gonna be shaquanda

•at least I don't wear man leggings

•eating triangles that look suggestive

•such a judgemental alien

•five-o minuto

•it's not 4-20 enough

•i agree with the talking eraser

•you're a goat, and you jump over the fence and nibble on some carrots

•you have fat lips... no no no that's a compliment!

•remember kids: always respect your Christmas tree

•and the pronghorn eating octopus wants to assassinate me

•when you're a science teacher and you don't know what boys are

•when your nail is actually Satan

•does it have to be dead to fuck something?

•you're gonna need to put your grades up for adoption 'cause you can't raise them

•raise your hand if you have sentient feet

•hey can I put my hand through your organs

•you always lead me in the right direction

•*stares at quotation hand gesture*

•sorry I crashed into a wall. This is why you should never believe in me

•*a hobo's falceto as a washing machine falls on him*

•im looking up Western cults without context

•"you see this evil boss and they've just succeeded with their plan. They're looking down and what do they see?" "The souls of the disheartened." "No, what kind of floor is it?"

•im playing wikiclicks, where you click on a random wiki link and see how far you can go. I started on Justin Timberlake and two clicks later I'm on Bangladeshi secret police corruption.

•barry. Your name rhymes with scary

•meatloaf Marvin. Who names their child Marvin?

•im making a turtle croaking sound. Wait... Do turtles croak?

•stop being a goat Simon.

•stop stealing my chair with your leg

•why did you use her as a napkin

•says the one who impaled a banana thrice

•you're not supposed to strangle yourself like that

•somebody was running around and chasing me down with scissors what did you expect me to do?

•you can't high-five someone without their permission that's called slapping

•my soul today is an empty greasy cardboard pizza box

that's it

#weird quotes #wtf #math class #please send help #weird #halp

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jasonpetertoddx · 7 years

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Tag! I posted this on my wrong account, sorry aaaaa

Tagged by: @hallowedmaiden ♡

Tagging: @mikaelass @puppiesandflowers @nightshade-and-aconite @virtualenemygalaxy (you tagged me in your last tag but i didnt do it I SHOULD STILL DO IT whatever here's your new tag i guess? Sorry aaaaa)

What's your favorite musical? Grease

How do you get to sleep? Laying on one side.

What happend at the last party you went to? A GIRL FUCKING PUKED BC SHE WAS SO DRUNK AND I HAD TO TALK TO THE COPS TO GET HER OUT OF THERE it sucked tbh

Have you ever smoked a cigarette? Yes

What's your hair like rn? Messy tbh

What's the worse movie you've ever seen? I don't remember the title but it was about german kids who were really rebellious. My ex boyfriend made me watch it and it sucked ass tbh

Have you ever been a fan of NSYNC? Nope

Do you watch a lot of television? Nah? Not really? Netflix tho yes

Do you think you're fat sometimes? No lmao

Favorite kind of cake? Mweh, don't really like it that much

Do you think you'll ever get plastic surgery? Maybe, for my lips. But I probs don't have the balls (nor the need to die if it goes wrong) so I probs won't ever do it

Was it a boy or a girl to text you last? A girl, coworker

Name something you are doing tomorrow? Uhm, I'm gonna work and eat with a coworker for lunch

Do you sleep on your stomach? Nope

Where are you gonna be at 4pm tomorrow? Woooorrrkkkk

Last time you saw fireworks and with who? My best friends, in june

Are you missing someone? No

Do you like horror or comedy? Both, but I prefer horror

Dogs or cats? Dogs

What were you doing at 2 yesterday? I was with a friend in town

What's your favorite season and why? AUTUMN! Because the leaves has such nice colours and I like the wind

Did you have any unread messages when you woke up this morning? Yesss

Who was the last person you hugged? My cowoker, like 2 hours ago

Who was driving the last time you were in a car? My dad

Does any part of your body hurt? No, FORTUNATELY

Do you like your best? I absolutely love it

Have you ever broken someone's heart? Yes, multiple times. I hate doing it, tho

When did you last talk to your brother or sister? Well, no fair, I have like 2 sisters and 2 brothers, so this morning (if stepsiblings count)

Do you ever want to know who you're gonna marry? YES, SO BADLY. (I HOPE IT'S DEREK HALE OR JOHNNY DEPP)

When was the last time you kissed? A few months ago, I think 6 or 7 or something

Did you get any compliments today? Yes, thanks, cowokers (i love them)

Do you get jealous easily? Not at all

What are you gonna do on saturday? Hang out with some coworkers (i mentioned that word like 100 times in this post) and work

What do you usually do first in the morning? Grab my phone and read fanfictions (oops)

Are you good at math? Yes, I actually am. I'm just really bad with formules

Any plans for friday? I'm gonna picknick with one of my best friends, and then head over to another really good friend. After that I'll either head home or stay with another friend for a few hours

How old is the last person you kissed? He's 21 years old now

Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? No idea tbh

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do you have a favourite sweater?yes!! It’s white and fluffy and really cute (the one on my icon)

what’s your middle name?dont have one

do you still talk to the first person you kissed?never kissed someone

do you get on with your grandpa?both are dead, but I was really close with one of them

what was your favourite cartoon as a kid?avatar the last airbender

what’s your favourite cartoon now?still atla!!

do you read the news paper?no

who was the last text you sent to ?@ a boy in my class but in a group chat

what does the last text you sent say?‘wollts nur los werden xoxo’

if you could have any hair colour what would it be?a brown hair colour (got brown hair but I dont like the colour)

do you like nature documentaries?I really dont know

what is your aesthetic?buzzfeed said cozy warm, no clue what that means lmao

when did you last pet a dog?cant remember

whose friend’s parents do you like the most?the parents of a old classmate

have you ever been on a road trip?nah

tell me about someone you know called emma I dont know anyone by that name

are you reading a book in english class, what is it?nop

do you have a favourite aunt?yes!! sis of my mum

baths or showers?showers

skiing or sun bathing?skiing

do you kill spiders?NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

have you ever made an ice pop?no::(((

are you wearing shoes right now?no

tell me about you favourite primary school/elementary school teachertbh????????? cant remember having one, most of them ignored my existence or disliked me

who was the last person you hugged?a girl I talked to today

do you wear glasses?yes

do you have a cat?no

do you have a favourite pair of underwear?yes !!

what was your last tweet?dont use it

do you still use facebook?dont use it

do you like birds?YESSSSSSSSSSSS

who was the last person you called cute?I seriously cant remember

who was the last person that called you cute?I????? cant remember?????? it may have been the boy I mentioned earlier

how did you meet your best friend?In school, a girl I was good with introduced me to her

escalators or elevators?escalators

are you named after anyone, who?an author

what was your first url?okay this is so embarrassing but i–h–a–t–e–m–y–s–e–l–f (I still do and this was a pain in the ass to type it)

autumn or winter?autumn!!

do you win at scrabble?Im really bad at games

put your ipod on shuffle , who is the first song that comes up by?people actually use still ipods?? what a time to be alive

have you ever drunk from a mason jar?yep

can you draw?yep

what was your first profile picture?I dont know….

favourite tshirt?it’s black and it has the sign of the konoha village on it (naruto merch)

best tumblr friend?sigh :/

when did you last run?cant remember

do you like to paint your nails?yes!!!

did you ever do something as a kid that got you into loads of trouble?yes

who is your favourite dog that isn’t yours?literally every dog I meet

have you ever been drunk?nop

have you ever done something you regret while drunk?nop

do you want to kiss anyone right now?nop

do/did you like you math teacher?no but I like the fact that he likes me xoxo

do you often ride the bus?yes

do you have a fireplace in your house?nop

are you violent when you’re angry?no, just @ myself

do you cry when you’re angry?yes

favourite Harry potter book?

can you remember your last dream?yes

do you go to bed early or late?late

do you speak a second language?german

who was your first ever best friend?In kindergarden, her names ivona

have you ever had an operation?yes

tell me about your favourite cousinI cant decide I have like 4……………. but 3 of them are really young, one is 3? one is 6, and the other one 14. the three y/o boy is so adorable, every time he wins @ a game he mentions it like non stop but with such an amusing accent!! the 6 year old girl is so caring and she loves to tell me stories about her friends !!!! she hates it when someone is upset or fights, so she always tries to cheer the person up or to calm him down!!! I barely see them, cause they live 5 hours away (big sigh) and the 14 y/o plays football, he lost so much weight by it and he’s such an excellent player!! I’m so proud of him!! he’s also a dork and thinks hes super cool, hes also very popular w/ girls llmaoo!!He lives like 15 minutes away but I barely see him:/ the other one is 19, she’s like a sister to me we grew up together. She’s also the sis of the two kiddos I mentioned. :)) she sucks but I still love her and shes really funny!!!!

do you have a piece of clothing that doesn’t even fit you anymore but you can’t bare to throw away?Yes :(

have you ever been in a musical?yes

do you have a porch?yes

how many times have you watched your favourite movie?SOOOOO MANY TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!! I seriously dont know!!!!!

what do you order at mcdonalds?usually just something to drink

do you get on with old people?yes!

science fiction or romance?science fiction

do you take naps?barely

how many classes do you/did you take in high-school?i dont know

when did it last snow where you live?3 months ago

does it ever snow where you live?yea

how many months until your birthday?3

how much charge does your computer have right now?too much

what is your favourite disney channel movie?I think it’s ??lilo & stitch

the city or the sea side?city

what is your least favourite colour?yellow

do you have homework to do?nop

are you still friends with your first best friend?nop

do you have/are you the gay cousin?dont know, nobody has come out yet

do you own dungarees?

do you like to play sport?just certain games

what was your favourite ever christmas present?Tamagotchi!!!!!!!!!!!!

how old are you?18

what is your mum’s name?shpresa, it’s albanian and means ‘hope’

do you ever use internet explorer?………………….

have you ever had blonde hair?nop

is their a play park near your house?yes!!!

when did you last see the person you have a crush on?Oh god?? like 2 months ago?? maybe 3, cant remember

who did you last talk to on the phone?mum

pants or dresses?dresses

do you read fan fiction?used to

what is you’re favourite blog?I CANT DECIDE

do you write poetry?yea

drama or comedy?drama

have you ever had a hickey?I did it to myself once so yes lol

dude these questions are horrible why did I reblog this

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dirty-paws-art · 5 years

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Wip rusame/amerus

Note: Asha, you asked for this. Here it is.

Tension. A string pulled taught. A branch near breaking. A leaf fallen onto the water, and clinging to the surface to keep from sinking into the depths below.

And with the click of a clock hand, the tension breaks. The string snaps, the branch breaks, and the leaf tumbles down into the stream.

It’s honestly impressive how a cold war could lead to personifications physically fighting this much. When America thinks of it, he can recall not even physically fighting Germany in World War Two as much as he has gotten into fights with Russia.

Speaking of; why was he in the snow, on his back, with a busted lip now? That’s right.

The war was over. A good few years after the joint Apollo Soyuz mission. A good few years after the night America and Russia had spent together that was unlike any night any two countries had ever shared before. An international space docking mission.

It was January, 1992.

And despite what had happened merely a month ago, he had to admit Russia still had a mean right hook.

“You know you are trespassing, da?” the deep voice rumbled from next to America’s head. Russia laid opposite of him in the snow, supporting his own bleeding nose that had by now stained that scarf he always wore.

“Yeah, I know big guy. Though I was half afraid you weren’t going to be alive," the American admitted in a way that made it sound as if he didn't quite care if Russia was dead or not. Though by now the taller man knew what was ignorance on America's part and what was a carefully constructed tone of conversation.

“Oh please, Amerika. I was alive long before The Union, and I will be alive long after. My people are strong. And the government does not make them russian, their blood does.”

America was silent for a moment. Being a country of immigrants doesn’t lend well to that “blood” born unity. He had always had to spark unity in other ways. Like landing a man on the moon.

“I guess it does. You still look like shit.”

The platinum blonde next to him snorted good naturedly.

“That I do. Though we all seem to have our turns like this; falling. Like the Nazis. And now me. Question is who is next, the great America or the wise China”

“Tch… almost wish Yao was the one in your place. You’re much more entertaining of a super villain. Yao is just financial schemes and manipulating the numbers. You can't punch math!"

“You know, when you speak like a little brat not having his way it is all the more worrying that you’re the one with the power," Russia complained, to which America laughed.

"Though at the same time, I believe that is the closest to a compliment I will ever get from you. And in turn… I suppose I am happy it is you, and not the old blood of Europe who outcasted both of us. The power that would turn around and build to enemies up instead of destroying them is the one to grow the greatest. Though whether or not that was out of charity or manipulation I still do not know. It is always hard to tell with you." Russia spoke, thinking of how Germany and Japan were both treated by America post WWII.

“You done sucking my cock, ruskie? I already got enough of that from Churchill.” America deadpanned, looking up to the soft and snowy sky, referring to the speech given by the British man shortly after wwii closed. A long time ago to humans, but moments to them.

Russia gave a hearty laugh that shook the thick coat over his chest, and the two fell into silence as they stared up at the sky, dusted with clouds but the stars were still visible through them, out here in the russian countryside. Fields of rough and dead brush bowed under the weight of the snow, and tall winding branches from trees held the powdery white substance up towards the sky like an offering to general winter.

“I guess part of what hurts the most about losing is the thought that I’ll lose relevance in what I care about," Russia finally speaks up.

“Like Germany did?” America asked, thinking of how himself and Russia had torn through the German countryside looking for any scrap of information on the V2.

Russia nodded silently, and the blonde American could hear the snow shift.

“... and space. That matters to you most?”

The russian shrugged this time, “I’m not sure if space is too large or too narrow of a description, but yes. Nothing has made me so passionate as fighting to explore the stars did.”

America smiled a tiny bit, “Made us both pretty damn passionate, huh?”

“Yes. Passionate is a good word for it.” Russia nodded, and they both fell quiet again, watching the sky full of stars.

…

"Well, it's no The Plaza but it's quaint," America announced, dumping his gun on the table Russia had set his coat and scarf on a moment before.

"'Quaint' is not a complement," Russia told him, lighting a fire in the fireplace of the small cabin.

America laughed and dropped his bomber jacket over an old chair, then he draped himself over the Russian's broad shoulders so he could hold his hands close as the fire ignited.

Russia blinked and glanced back as he tossed another log on top. The American pressing himself so close to the Russian seemed casual -almost everything about the American was- but it wasn't in the slightest. It was calculated. Just like the castles in his aforementioned empire city, with the ritzy Plaza Hotel.

The platinum blonde closed his eyes, feeling the warm chest against his back and the warm biceps over his shoulders. And for a moment he felt like melting ice in the summer sun before his eyes snapped open and he froze back up.

"I'm not having a repeat of the mission. I… for once in my life felt safe with it," the Russian said, America knowing exactly what 'it' was, "but I can't take that. Not right now. Not after what has happened."

"We could switch," the American calmly suggested, his warm palms from the fire finding the russian's neck and tracing over the tender scars there. Unlike most nation's scars, which always seemed to become inflamed on anniversaries or when around the cause, these scars always grew more sensitive when Russia was scared. It was just a little fact he had picked up on.

Russia turned around to look at him, purple eyes widened with surprise. "You just won," he said, "Why would you be alright with that?"

America frowned, remembering Europe's proclivity for dominating the losers of war. And they called themselves the civilized ones of the world...

"Why not? No one has ever been such an entertaining a fight as you for 'The Boy King'," America smiled, recalling the name England had given America after the gilded age, when his spine had been replaced by corporatized steel.

"But I've lost. I'll never be able to give you that fight again," Russia protested, though his voice was barely a whisper.

"Oh come on. Wasn't it you who said that the Russian people will always be their strong and sturdy selves? Even under a different government? I can see you still in space, still in technology; giving me a run for my money," America told him, voice soft for once to match the other's.

Russia blushed, cold and pale face heating up a rosy red.

"You'll always be a pain in my ass. I know it," America told him.

And that was one of the most reassuring things russia could ever hope to hear after falling, and he laughed bitterly at how ridiculous it was.

But soon America of course had to ruin the moment.

"Well I guess… tonight you could also make that literal," he joked.

And the russian's bitter laugh turned into a snort of genuine amusement.

He turns his head and teasingly presses his cold lips to the corner of America's own. The sunshine blonde went in to make it a full kiss, but Russia daringly turned away.

America pouted like a kicked puppy, and one could almost see dog ears hanging low, but it occurred to him that Russia had been feeling out of control for a few years now. He was likely dying for that control.

And for some reason as the winner, America was willing to release that control. Unlike Europe wanting to assert control to it's imperial ultimate, America weirdly had learned that he didn't need that. Well, if the philippines, Panama, and Cuba had taught him anything.

He was to be the world's police force, not its king.

And a psychotic part of him recognized that one couldn't rule the world like that. Obvious empires were obsolete. The next generation had to exert its control in other ways.

But exerting control by losing control? Was he going to let Russia dominate himself as some chess play? Or just in a bizarre act of… what's the word? Not in animosity but in an amicable sense.

He didn't want to answer that thought, so he buried it down under a thousand others as he leaned over. He tugged on Russia's scarf so the other could kiss down into him, and it felt like deja vu from their fist fight earlier that day. His busted lip even began to hurt again.

Russia closed his snowy violet eyes and pressed down into the kiss, gripping the American by his jaw.

It was like two spools of thread unwinding. And whoever became undone first lost. And despite their agreement, this race needed to be genuine. America genuinely needed to succumb to the arousal he could find in his uncharacteristic situation.

Russia pressed down more, more, and more. Until America's back was against the cold concrete floor and the wrists Russia had pinned above his head were inches from the roaring fireplace.

Something about the dichotomy of sensations was the last yank to his thread, and the spool spun before dropping, empty of string.

Any taught tension in his muscles evaporated, and he melted under the skilled lips of the Russian with an embarrassingly weak whine.

As if estimating the breaking of the American, Russia timed it perfectly with a knee between America's legs, and a muscular thigh rubbing against his cock.

America jerked his head back to gasp as the friction sent electricity through his body.

And maybe too hungrily, Russia took the opening to attack the inside of America's mouth.

America bit his lip and screwed his burning blue eyes shut, desperately clinging to a ledge above unbridled lust. But every cutting bite and burning hickey chipped away at the stone.

"I swear to God if anything is visible over my uniform collar," He snarled.

"Too late," Russia purred against his throat, taking full advantage of the v-neck collar.

"Fuck, Bush is going to have my throat," America grumbled.

"Bad choice of words," Russia gently chided him, lapping at a bleeding bite like a cat with cream.

"Shut tha fuck up," he grumbled, words slurring together slightly.

Russia simply chuckled and continued on. He removed his hands from the American's wrists and slid them up his chest instead, pulling off his shirt.

America, every the impatient one, put his freed hands to work and ripped off the russian's shirt.

"That… was a nice shirt," Russia complained.

"Just shut up and put your mouth to real use," America snapped, wanting more kisses but he sure as hell wasn't going to ask nicely.

Russia raised one thick eyebrow at that. He quickly decided he wasn't about to get pushed around. He needed a win. A distraction. SOMETHING good. Even if the short term glee always was drowned out by shame later on for what he participated in, he needed that cropped moment of carnal pride.

He gripped the American by his wheat blonde hair with one hand and yanked down his own pants with the other. In a moment the American's nose was shoved into a thick patch of platinum blonde hair.

"How about you put your mouth to use? Your bottom lip is still bleeding from my knuckles. It will probably sting as you try to manage my 'Big Ivan'."

And no, that wasn't the Russian naming his cock after himself. Rather he was recalling to the Tsar Bomba, or 'the king of bombs'.

And for a moment, America felt his blood go cold. Even having won, the name of that damn thing made him shudder. As much as he liked to think that every nation in the world felt him land on the moon, he knew that paled in comparison to the dropping of 'Big Ivan'.

Every fucking nation on the planet felt the earth shake of it's own axis as Russia tested that affront to God. John could barely believe it was real until he saw the reports from his own satellites.

He tried to recover by smirking up at the other blonde. "I don't suck cock, Rad."

"Then let this be the first time. Unless you are lying to me," the 'rad' said, chest rumbling as he chuckled. He took his cock and slapped its thick and meaty head over John's eye and the American curled his lip in disgust.

"Fuck off. I said I'm not doing it!" He snarled, yanking in his hand and hoping to be freed.

"Hm…" the Russian frowned, rolling his hips forward and feeling his skin press against the other's heated face.

"Well, if you're not using your mouth to prepare me, I won't use mine to prepare you. Though I think you would much rather we both help out each other. Like friends, yes?"

John stiffened for a moment, considering his options. This time when he pulls in Ivan's hand, the other's tight grip on his hair loosened. He was allowed to pull back and obediently part his lips and gracefully position ivan's cock so he could take it in his mouth.

And Ivan immediately grips his hair again and rams into his throat, forcing John to his base. Maybe part of him really is sadistic like they all say, or maybe he just thinks that the American's eyes widened in shock are pretty.

John's throat twitches as it's abused by Ivan's dick, but surprisingly the other doesn't choke.

A bitter smile curls over Ivan's lips.

"Not only did you lie, and you do suck dick, but the great and powerful America has been sucking dick often. I wonder who… France? England?"

Ivan can almost taste the disgust in the glare John shoots up at him.

"Not England? Okay… don't tell me it was Ludwig."

The warning graze of teeth is all ivan needs to know he's right, and something bitter twists in his chest.

He takes two fistfuls of the American's sunny locks and begins to roughly fuck himself into the other's mouth.

"So you can bottom to me once you won, and you've taken it from a damn nazi after you won that war too. What's next? Does Japan use your slut mouth too?"

John twists under him, starting to try and pull off.

Ivan isn't done though. "Did even little Italy get a turn? What about Spain and Mexico? Haven't you had wars with them? And hm… I recall that silly little revolution of yours. Did your whore behavior start then? Maybe you fucked England in return for your freedom."

America had no idea where this came from, but he had enough. He shoved ivan back so hard he smacked into the wall and cracked the wood.

Ivan grunted as he felt his back hit the wall. He slid down it and wiped at the back of his head, which was now bleeding.

Before he could do much, the American's muscular forearm was against his throat and he was pinned to the wall, blue eyes burning into his purple ones.

"Quick question. Who did you fuck when you won that civil war of yours? Because I quite remember a CSA running around."

"You just couldn't let us have this! You couldn't let us just have a good time!" Alfred snarled.

"On the contrary. Despite suggesting it, you're not going to bottom without making me the villain. Without forcing me to force you. You want me to dominate you, but you're embarrassed so instead you push me into this role of your enemy. Because that's what you want. You want a bad guy, America."

John paused, eyes widening.

"Why can't we just have a repeat of The Mission?" Ivan asked, this time much quieter as he looked down, past the American's forearm. "Except with you trusting me enough to submit, just like I trusted you."

Ivan didn't know why he was so emotional about this, it was honestly unlike him, but here they were.

The normally noisy American fell silent to think. But the more he thought the more he realized he didn't want to answer any of those questions in his head.

He pulled his forearm off of Ivan's now bruised throat, then slowly knelt down in front of ivan. He completely pulled loose Ivan's pants from his muscular hips then let them drop to the ground with a thunk. He parted his rosy lips again and pressed an ever so hesitant kiss to the head of Braginsky's dick.

His eyes then flicked up to Ivan, who looked a whole mixture of emotions. Relief, surprise, and a daring look of… compassion? Like he was scared to let his ice heart be melted by something other than lust again.

"If you pull my hair I'll bite your fucking cock off," Smith snarled.

Ivan nodded, "Noted."

John slowly started to bob up and down on the muscle, taking it at his own pace as he brought the Russian to a full erection.

Eventually, the shorter man slipped off Ivan's cock with a pop of lips. And strangely enough it seems he had forgotten just how big ivan is. Let's just say that naming it after the world's biggest thermo-nuclear bomb was by no means to compensate.

He looked back up to the other man and was surprised to see him somewhat a mess. Ivan had his knuckle in his mouth and was biting down as his hazy purple eyes stared down at alfred. And John could swear he hadn't been blushing that hard before then.

It was almost a tender moment as their eyes met. Then Ivan decided to get a grip and he knelt down on John's level and pushed the other down so he could get between his legs.

"Uh… ivan?" He asked as the other tugged on his jeans. Yeah, now it was his turn to go red.

"Mm?" The muscular man hummed, seeming hard at work pulling John's legs up over his shoulders.

"Ah… o-okay. I don't really have this done often. So I don't really know-," alfred started, only to get cut off as electricity shot through his nerves. "F-f-fuck!" He groaned, blue eyes rolling back as his body arched off the ground. Seems he wasn't the only experienced one here.

Smith shoved his arm against his mouth to try and keep his noises muted, but it was hard. The russian's muscle pushing this way and stretching that way made his body twist and turn like a doll being played with.

His other hand desperately clung to the floor and scraped across it, the concrete scraping up into dust. The scratches grew longer and longer as ivan pushed deeper and deeper.

And for a split second Ivan's tongue was on the edge of white hot bliss for John when suddenly it was gone and he felt his whole body deflate. He felt a need hit. A desperate want to be filled.

Ivan pulled back and trailed his tongue over the inside of Smith's muscular thigh and the American shuddered.

"This is much better. You let your guard down and let yourself be loved, and it feels good. Just like it did for me. So, tell me Amerika," was it just John or did his accent get stronger? "what do you want from me?"

"Sex," He supplied, but that wasn't enough for ivan.

He yanked john down by his hips, and he sat up so his own could roll against the blonde's. "What do you want?" He asked again, rolling down and into John.

"I want to fuck!" The American hissed, moving his own hips as his need grew stronger.

Ivan rolled his hips forward, the underbelly of his cock rubbing against alfred's own. "What do you want?!"

John wined but clamped his mouth shut.

Ivan half smirked and half winced. The battle was on then, and the prize was hearing the proud American beg.

He positioned his hips and teasingly pressed just a smidgeon against John's entrance, and John eagerly pushed back against him. That was all the confirmation ivan needed. He gripped the other's hips and slammed into him.

John tossed his head back and cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his body arched off the cold floor.

But the moment of blindingly overwhelming sensation faded as Ivan sadistically just sat there in him.

The American felt his toes curl and un-curl as he waited for movement but it didn't come.

"Braginsky-," he snarled.

"Tell me what you want," Ivan ordered.

"I already fucking said I want sex!" John shouted.

"Wrong answer," Ivan told him, reaching forward to place a balancing hand on John's bruised collar.

"Nnngh!" The American whined, moving his hips to try and get some sort of friction. "Move, Damn it!"

"That's not what I need to here," Ivan purred, honestly finding this somewhat cute.

"Fuck me!" John finally shouted, "Fuck me now!"

Ivan laughed lightly to himself. America was always so eloquent with his words.

Slowly he started to roll his hips, and he saw John bite down on his bottom lip and stretch his head back, "Mmm~!"

Ivan couldn't help the slight flush that came to his cheeks. He didn't really expect it, but John enjoying this -enjoying him- was just so utterly arousing.

"Braginsky. Pick up the pace, would you?" The shorter man asked, tossing his arms up above his head and basking in the waves of pleasure.

Russia laughed at the almost flip in demeanor after the other had gotten over his reservations. Not that he didn't have his own masculinity issues when it came to bottoming. But it was almost cute to see America like this, and part of him wondered and hoped he was the only one to ever see this side of the blonde.

"Of course, Fredka," Ivan nearly sung like a happy song bird.

America cracked an eye open as the use of his admiral alias instead of his more common one with a captain's rank.

A moment later though, both eyes were forced closed as sweet pleasure shot through his body.

Here he was, the winner of their nearly 45 year long spitting match, and letting himself be taken by Russia.

It was bizarre, and honestly not something that had happened before. Despite Ivan's earlier musings… but there was an intimacy between them both that John shared with no one else.

It was in when they met on the border between their sides of Germany, Ivan with the plans to the V2 and John with Braun and even Germany himself. Despite Kenedy not even being elected yet, let alone having made his speech, it was like they both knew where they would take humanity next.

And in them passing data between themselves from space launches through the beginning of what would become the internet. Even despite the competitive nature of the space race, their scientists worked together to protect astronaut lives.

And even in the Cuban Missile Crisis. Himself and Ivan had been put on the phone, and what did they talk about for the most tense moment in all of human history? Ivan talked about ballet. He said he would miss his people's recitals, and alfred agreed. He would miss sitting on the lake with a dog and casting a line and watching his people play in the water.

So often John didn't want to think. He buried buzzing memories and pushy questions under war, sex, and alcohol. But being with Russia forced him to think; forced him to face things and come to realizations.

And he was thinking now that it must have taken a genuine challenge for him to ever have this intimacy with anyone.

It took the ability to not only kill each other, but everyone they cared about too, to force these two personifications to find kinship in their humanity.

John was drawn out of his thoughts when soft lips met his own.

It always caught him off guard what a gentle kisser Ivan could be when he wanted to.

"Mm Vanya-," John groaned out in the split second between their kisses, and even in the dim light of the fireplace and the setting sun he could see Ivan turn a bright red.

Ivan ran his calloused fingers through the other's short hair and pulled back to look over his work.

"You're so different right now, when you're allowing yourself to relax. It's like you've circled from the hard side you show your enemies, back to the carefree side you show your friends. Does that make me a friend?"

#wip

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