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blouisparadise · 3 years

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We previously had a very short mommy Louis fic rec list, but after many requests and several new fics were added, we decided to make this an official list. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word.

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1) I’ve Loved You Three Summers Now Honey, But I Want 'Em All | Mature | 4216 words

The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do.

After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.

2) Happy Mother’s Day | Teen & Up | 6474 words

It’s Mother’s Day in the Styles’ household. Cue lots of soft domestic fluff with mommy Louis, daddy Harry, and their little family.

3) You Make My Heart Beat Like The Rain | Explicit | 6611 words | Part 2 | Part 3

"You're stunning, eh?" Harry whispers, his Canadian accent thick with lust. It usually slips out when he gets horny because he knows it turns Louis on. Harry presses his lips into the curve of his neck. His hot breath makes Louis shiver. He opens his eyes and sees Harry's bigger, tattooed arms wrapped around him, completely engulfing his smaller frame—and, fuck, maybe he is up for it.

Why does his boyfriend have to be such a fucking DILF? He blames it on a twitter thread he read a few weeks ago.

4) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (But Please Don’t Bite) | Mature | 42074 words

Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

5) This Glass House | Mature | 43072 words

While deployed, Alpha Harry gets injured by an IED explosion, leaving him to deal with severe injuries in its devastating aftermath. During his road to acceptance and recovery he learns with the help of Louis and their children just how important family can be for the mind, body, and soul.

6) Pain Makes People Change | Mature | 113056 words

An organization called Canis Lupus existed solely for changing humans imprisoned in their wolf form back to their human form. Some people after experiencing some traumatic event can only ‘’protect’’ themselves from the pain by forgetting everything. To do that, to feel safe, they shift into their wolf form.

Which they'll be stuck in forever should no one intervene.

Louis Tomlison went through a traumatic experience at the age of twelve in which he lost his mother, to make the pain go away he shifted into a wolf and fled. He survived in the wild as a wolf for five years until Canis Lupis caught him... Though he wasn't alone, he had a pup at his side.

7) Cold Little Heart | 194780 words

Louis is a soft omega with an abusive past and an alpha child.

A few months after getting a divorce, Louis meets Harry, an ex-military alpha wolf that offers him something -odd.

In exchange for teaching him how to cook, Harry will babysit his son, Abraham

Louis really could use the help.

8) Give So Much (Not Enough) | Explicit | 24610 words

“For my little lion,” Louis slid the smoothie bowl in front of Oscar, letting him dig in with his little hands. “And for daddy.”

He didn’t process the bowl in front of him, the push across the table causing a raspberry to roll off and fall on his lap, because Louis calling himself mummy may make him feel all sorts of mushy emotions, but Louis addressing Harry as daddy was suddenly having a very different effect on him. Since when did Louis saying daddy out loud render him speechless?

“Daddy’s still sleepy, but we’re up bright and early right Ossie?” Louis’ cooing shook him out of his daze. The man coughed, picking the raspberry off his lap and swallowing it with unintentional, and very unnecessary, eye contact with Louis. “Well, is it better than your protein smoothies and why?”

Harry chuckled, spooning another heap of the strawberry banana goodness into his mouth, “Way better sweetheart.”

9) Yours To Lose | Mature | 25742 words

Louis always gets distracted with his mummy duty and he eventually catches Harry's attention.

10) Starlight’s Crossing | Explicit | 30496 words

He can picture it so clearly, as he holds onto Louis’ sleeping body. How they’d go exploring every inch of the galaxy without a care in the world. He builds a fairytale future in his mind, one that includes marriage, kids, and growing old together. Even after such a short time together, Harry knows that he’d say yes to anything and everything this man ever asked for. He’d follow him to the ends of the galaxy if that’s what Louis wanted.

And that thought terrifies Harry.

11) I Really Fucking Hate You | Mature | 83328 words

Note: Be sure to read the tags and warnings thoroughly before reading.

Harry really fucking hates Louis. Louis really fucking hates Harry, kinda. Two boys from two separate Mafia’s are forced to meet somewhere in the middle. Louis is burdened with a child and Harry is burdened with Louis.

12) Strict | Not Rated | 108730 words | Full series

18 year old Louis has just taken the test that would pair him with the Dominant he was supposed to serve. Harry Styles is a 25 year old businessman and mega-millionaire, and very strict with everyone but his new Submissive, it appears. Through a whirlwind of moving in together, trying to please the paparazzi as well as each other, they fall even more in love. However, the one Harry wants to avoid most is the one thing that Louis wants...a baby. Lots and lots of babies.

13) Only You Can Be My Alpha | Mature | 196073 words

The one where Louis is banished from his tribe, and lands himself in Harry’s instead. The alluring Pack Alpha makes Louis question his nature and he doesn’t know how he feels about that. But you can’t fight destiny.

14) Queen Of Arizella | Explicit | 277919 words

Stealing from Royalty is punishable by death.

Louis starts over, doing his best to keep his hands at his sides but he is hungry and he tries stealing from the wrong Royal.

Harry is King of Arizella, he needs a Queen and who better than an omega on the run from death? Louis will learn to become the perfect Queen -the perfect fake Queen, but only for a few months.

A fake lover, a fake Queen, but a real bond.

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Distance Makes the Heart Grow

CHAPTER 6

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: (Y/n) lives a normal life. But that’s the issue, it’s normal, it’s plain, and it’s growing boring. Everyday she wishes for something, anything to spice up her life. But, when her old school friend (and crush) shows up at her bakery with a new look (and what looks like a new life), what will it bring for her? Will their puppy love grow? Will his big secret lead to the end of them or will it spark a new beginning?

Warnings: mentions of sex, suggestive conversations, fluff, fingering, soft smut

A/N: A little treat for the horndogs <3

"O-oh god! It's too big Nev, 's not gonna...c-can't-"

"Oh It's going to fit, don't worry pretty girl. Daddy's gonna fuck you so good. You want that, don't you baby?" He asked, cooing as she nodded frantically, tongue lulled out the side of her mouth. Neville had barely gotten past the tip before she began whining, crying about how big he was. He couldn’t help but lose control, shoving himself deep inside her, pistoning his hips at an ungodly pace. His eyes lingered on her chest, entranced by the hypnotic sway that they had due to his thrust. Pinning her hands to the bed, their eyes locked in an intense moment.

“O-oh fuck princess, you’re so tight. You gonna cum? Hm? Gonna make a-”

“Nev?” he snapped up, a heavy gasp leaving his lips as looked to his side. (Y/n) sat there, a confused look on her face. “Are you alright? I think you were having a nightmare. You kept making a bunch of noises in your sleep!” he felt his face flush, clearing his throat as he looked away from her. His heart began to race as she climbed into his lap, turning his face towards hers. He looked at her, hoping his nerves weren't clear on his face. Due to the snickers he heard in the background, he was certain it was obvious to just about everyone but her what the issue was.

“Hey um, petal, you might wanna move.” he whispered to her, trying to keep her hips from his troubled area.

“Why?” she asked, tilting her head once more as she moved back. Her eyes widened at the newfound breeze on her rear due to her skirt being lifted up. Not sure of what the cause was she moved back slightly, gasping at the feeling of something hard and long against her ass. Suddenly it all set in, he was- “O-oh. I’m sorry Nev.” she squeaked, quickly hopping from his lap. She smoothed down her skirt, clearing her throat as she eyed everyone in the room awkwardly. While the pair seemed flustered, the team couldn’t get enough of the interaction.

“Well I guess it’s clear why you’re the boss now.” Fred said, laughing as he motioned to the large tent in the man’s pants. George gave him a low five, joining him in his laughter as Neville glared at them all. Who were they to make him feel embarrassed? Standing up he adjusted the tent in his pants but despite his efforts, his dick was still prominent through his slacks.

“Poor (Y/n). She’s not gonna live to see another day after that thi-”

“Would you lot quit it?! When the fuck are we landing?” Neville growled at the bunch, causing the laughter to cease. Everyone knew what it was like to deal with an enraged Neville and that was the last thing they wanted. If the plane hadn't already landed, he’d shoot it right out the sky.

“We’ve actually just landed, boss. I was going to tell you before this little…situation that just occurred. Your bags have already been brought to the villa to ensure we have maximum time to scope out the museum.” Harrison said, giving the man a nod. He hummed, giving him a nod. “In the meantime, the city is yours to roam girls. We’ll be sending two men with you for your safety.” he snapped his fingers and two tall men appeared, their scary appearance paired with “tourist” clothing. What was supposed to be a disguise was just a funny sight of two muscle heads in brightly colored floral shirts. The (h/c) haired girl walked over to the leader, tugging on his sleeve some. He looked down at her, face softening at the pout on her face.

“Will we be able to spend some time together eventually? I know this is technically a work trip for you but I-I’d really like to spend time with you.” she said, making his heart melt. She never failed to make his heart burst, unreasonably cute without even trying. He had already planned on making time for her but now it wasn’t just something on his list, but his main priority. Stroking her cheek gently he put a soft kiss on her forehead.

“ ‘Course petal. In the meantime,” he leaned down sucking on the skin below her ear as he let out a chuckle, “Why don’t you go buy yourself something pretty for me?” her eyes widened but she nodded regardless, looking at him with a shocked expression as he pulled away. Before she could respond Twyla began to drag her, yanking her down the stairs of the jet.

“Come on babes! We’ve got some shopping to do.”

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“Was it really necessary to send them with us?” (Y/n) whispered, looking over her shoulder at the two large men that had been following them from a distance. “I mean, everyone’s looking!” she hissed, pointing to a group of people that were pointing and whispering to them. Twyla shrugged, a subtle skip to her walk.

“Just means we look important! You worry too much, babes. We’re on an expense paid trip to Italy and we don’t have to pay for any of these clothes? There could literally be an angry mob after us and that still wouldn’t kill my mood!” she sighed, still noticing the girl’s tense mood. “Plus, Neville would want you to enjoy yourself. Speaking of him…” she grabbed the girl’s hand, walking into the lingerie store on the left. She looked at her confused.

“Why are we here? Nev already bought me underwear.” she asked, following Twyla as she began to grab different sets off the racks. Another layer of confusion was added on when she noticed that she wasn’t grabbing her own size. Twyla let out a snort, throwing the small pile that she had somehow amassed into her arms.

“Don’t be ridiculous! You’re telling me after today’s little ordeal that you haven’t noticed? Your hottie has definitely been thinking of banging your brains out.” she said, giggling at the girl’s bashful expression. “I’m only telling the truth! And judging by your reactions, you’ve been thinking about it too.” she pondered her words for a moment. It wasn’t not not true. She most certainly had thought about Neville in more unsavory ways. Even before their reuniting, (Y/n) always thought about him as she attempted to get herself off, imagining they were his hands touching her bringing her to a well deserved climax. However anytime she’d get close, she’d become overwhelmed with the thought that what she had been doing was shameful. Masturbating to her old crush from school? What could be more dirty?

“I-I guess I have thought about it once or twice..” she admitted. “B-but I don’t have the balls to just walk out in something like this! What if he laughs at me?” Twyla gawked at the girl, blinking repeatedly. She could not believe her ears.

“Are you kidding me?! The only sound that will be leaving that man’s mouth is the sound of him telling you to get on your knees.” she responded, turning back around to look through the racks for more. “Plus, it’s not like you have to pounce on the man. All I’m saying is wait for the right time, maybe after a nice dinner or something then boom, whip out the goods. You’ve got everything to gain and nothing to lose. If that’s all then let’s check out then go get massages! I’m making you pamper yourself this trip. Merlin knows you need a break.”

(Y/n) was thankful for Twyla’s pep talk knowing the blonde was right. Neville would like anything she did; it was just a matter of when she should do it.

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And pampering they had done. (Y/n) and Twyla had been to just about every ritzy spot Italy had to offer them. After their shopping trip, the taller girl had taken them to get massages. It was funny how the masseuse instantly knew it was her first time from the abundance of knots in her back and when the man was done? She was most certainly an inch taller! They also had gone for manicures (despite having done that a few days ago..). Being bold she decided to get a set out of her comfort zone which she was beyond satisfied with. But the hot Italian sun combined with all the running around had tired her out, resulting in the driver bringing them to the villa.

The villa wasn’t as big as Neville’s second manor but was still insanely big. After the bodyguard had carried her bags to her room for her, she climbed into the brand new silk robe she had gotten, laying on the bed drinking the smoothie the maid had gotten for her. It was nice, just being able to relax. Throughout her years of working, (Y/n) rarely took off days. A lot of the time she’d even cover shifts for employees that couldn’t make it and even when the bakery was closed she would come in, fixing things up and tidying up mindlessly. Numerous times Twyla had caught the girl there when she wasn’t supposed to be and forced her to go home out of concern for her health.

Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of the bedroom door opening, widening with enthusiasm as she saw the tattooed man in the doorway, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Hopping up she ran over to him, jumping into his arms which he gladly accepted, holding her tightly. “I missed you.”

He smiled, setting the flowers down to hold her better before placing a soft peck to her lips. “I missed you too, love. I left early so I could spend some time with you.” his eyes moved to the bags in the corner of the room, chuckling at the large pile. “I’m guessing your shopping trip was successful?” she felt her face heat up at his lack of knowledge of the lingerie that lay within one of them.

“I guess you could say that. Come, come! I wanna relax with you.” she began dragging him over to the bed, straddling him once he was situated. They sat in a comfortable silence with Neville holding the girl close to his chest, just appreciating the closeness he had with her. Since they’re reunion, every intimate moment, be it sexual or not, had been interrupted by some instance where he was needed somewhere else. He hadn’t been able to spend nearly as much time as he wanted with her but now he had her all to himself. His hands rubbed at her back gently until he got bored, deciding to test the waters. He knew it’d take a while before they’d get anywhere near what happened in his dream but he was willing to wait. He’d do anything to be able to touch her, feel her in a way that was less than innocent. As he gripped at her ass with one hand he brought the other one up to her cheek, cupping it as he pulled her into a deep and sensual kiss.

She gladly accepted, kissing back as she brought herself closer to him, playing with the bits of loose hair at the base of his neck. He began to nibble on her lip before pulling away, trailing open mouthed kisses down her neck. A mewl sounded from her, causing him to pull away slowly. Gripping at her waist above her robe, he gazed into her eyes intently. “You wearin’ anything under here?” he asked, watching as she looked down, shaking her head. “No? God you’re making it so hard for me to not just fuck you right here.” he sighed some, reaching for the ties on her robe. He stopped, looking at her once more for confirmation. She nodded frantically before stopping, feeling slightly embarrassed from how eager she was. With one soft tug, her robe was undone revealing her soft supple breast which he instantly went for. With his lips wrapped around one he began to lick and suck at the other, both of them moaning in unison. After a while of him teasing her sensitive nubs she began to grow impatient, rocking her hips against his gently as she let out a soft whimper.

“P-please..” she moaned breathlessly, not too sure of what she wanted. All she knew was that she wanted something, anything. Everything he did had her near her edge, from his kisses to his tongue and she needed to feel more. Pulling away he looked at her, thinking for a moment before pulling the two of them up.

“I wanna try something,” he said, positioning in front of the mirror. “He pushed back the fabric of her robe, putting her pussy on full display. His pants tightened at the sight of her glistening folds which she avoided in the mirror. Neville gripped her chin gently, positioning it to look at her bits in the mirror, chuckling at her wide eyes, pupils fully blown with arousal. With his other hand, he began to massage up and down her thighs. He watched as her legs grew weak, shaking with anticipation. Trailing his fingers near her sex, tracing small patterns on the inside of her thighs.

He patted the side of her cheek with two fingers, pulling her attention away from herself to make eye contact with him through the glass. “Open up.” he whispered, small praises of approval leaving his mouth as she did. He took his thick digits, slowly pushing past her kiss stung lips. His eyes watched in the mirror as they entered her wet little mouth, groaning at the feeling of her soft tongue gliding along the underside of them. Pushing them a little further, she gagged, eyes tearing up. She looked so pretty with tears in her eyes, already fucked out before he had even put them in. It was hard to tell who wanted it more at this point but as Neville finally slid a finger into her folds, it was obvious. Hot tears fell down her face, already overwhelmed from it all. Pumping his finger in and out, his eyes flickered between her fucked out face and her pussy, juices already coating her thighs. Moving his face to her neck, he began to suck and kiss on her neck.

(Y/n) was becoming more and more desperate by the moment. She had subconsciously begun to play with her tits, rubbing and tugging on her nipples. “M-more, Nev please!” she begged to which he instantly complied, sliding another finger in. He began to work her open more, scissoring and stretching his fingers inside of her. Once her muscle had relaxed once again, he began to speed up his moment, the heel of his palm creating a slapping noise each time it’d meet her pussy.

“Merlin, baby, you’re soaked. Your messy little cunt’s just eating my fingers.” he purred out, chuckling deeply as he felt her clench at his words. Who knew his pretty little princess would get worked up so easily, slowly reaching her peak just from a few fingers and words? He used his other hand to rub at her clit, causing her knees to buckle, falling back onto him for support. He loved how much she relied on him, becoming a needy mess just for him. He curled his fingers up, aiming for her spot until he found it causing her to let out a loud cry, gripping onto his arm tightly. Neville watched as her face scrunched up, tears streaming down her face.

“N-need to….need ta….O-oh god Nev! I’m gonna-” before she could finish her eyes widened before snapping close, head falling back onto his shoulder as she rutted her hips against his fingers, whimpering as she rode out her high. He continued to rub at her clit, fingering her cunt until she began to whine, pushing him away. He smirked some, admiring her fucked out expression in the mirror. Her eyes were shut, pants puffy lips. He licked his lips at the sight of her cunt, sensitive and fucked out, messy and cum covered from her orgasm. As he pulled his fingers out, he had to stop himself from letting out a string of curses at the way her cream began to run hot down her legs along with the bit that had gathered on his fingers. Lifting them to his face he wasted no time, sucking and licking on them. He moaned softly, continuing to clean them thoroughly, not stopping until the only thing that remained was the salty taste of his own flesh.

“You look so pretty when you cum, flower.” he muttered, smiling as the girl just let out a soft ‘mhm’, half asleep and barely able to process his words. He took off her robe, lifting her up as he began to carry her to their private bathroom, letting out a content sigh at the events that had just happened. Although he hadn’t been able to get off himself, he was more than happy being able to just please her.

Afterall, it was what he wanted more than anything, to have his flower live in absolute happiness and pleasure.

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nightwingshero · 2 years

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How about some Wren and John for the ship thing? 👀💜

YESSSSSS! I miss them so much. Thank you for the ask!!! Under the cut because these get long. (This is also featuring Randy because honestly...without him, they would fall victim to their own chaos.)

General:

How long will they last? - Forever and ever, till death do they part...literally in a few aus. Wren and John are both very ride or die, so once that commitment is there, there's no going back.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Very quickly. Wren will always deny it, but she is the kind of person that wants to be loved so badly, but love her for her. She wants to be set free and John is more than willing to give her that. They fell hard and fast.

How was their first kiss? - Welp...Wren snuck into his Ranch with Addie and Rowan to try and steal Nick's plane back...while intoxicated. They raided his bedroom and went through his clothes and alcohol and Addie might have stolen a certain bag of oregano. They almost get caught when John returns to his Ranch, so Addie and Rowan sneak back out, but Drunk Wren decides to take a butter knife to try and kill him while he's resting his eyes on his couch. It ended with her straddling him with the knife to his throat, and them making out...they deserve each other.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - John did under the YES sign because he's over the top and super cliche.

Who is the best man/men? - Randy and Jacob, the latter more for John than anything.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Whitney and Jane is forced. They really didn't have...anyone to really do this for them because most of Wren's friends were in the Resistance and they weren't exactly invited.

Who did the most planning? - They both did. Wren had ideas (color scheme, the riverside ceremony, etc) and John helped make her ideas become...expensive. Her ideas were expanded on and whatever she wanted, she got the best of the best of what John could get his tattooed hands on.

Who stressed the most? - Wren. She gets anxiety easily so she worries about the little things, but John says its fine, and he has someone fix the issues money can't.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - I mean, a lot of the Resistance, but if we're being super specific: Hurk Sr and Miss Mable.

Sex:

Who is on top? - Most of the time John, but he'll relinquish control from time to time...or Wren will pretty much take it when she's feeling extra feral.

Who is the one to instigate things? - That's a toss up, they both have a tendency to get under the other's skin.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - I feel that with John's...experiences, they can last for a while. So I'm sure they're one of those couples that talk about how they're at it for hours. Honestly, good for them.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - They try to, but John has a tendency to one up Wren and will push to make sure she gets an extra one in before they fully call it a night.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Three total. Two daughters and a son: Braxton, Harper, and Liliana "Lily"

How many children will they adopt? - None.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - It depends, to be honest. They try to split the work because they're a team.

Who is the stricter parent? - Definitely Wren. John is more likely to let his kids eat cookies before dinner and he spoils them soooo much.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Wren. But she's going to tell them how to not get caught after she gets over the lecture. John will ask for the dirty details and laugh.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - John. Or...well, they both remember, but John makes them because he's the cook between the two. He will make good, healthy lunches the night before and add a sweet treat too.

Who is the more loved parent? - They're both equally loved, but Braxton loves playing piano with his mom, and Harper loves painting with her dad, but all three kids love working on his plane with him. They all do things together.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Wren and John would both be there because they want to know everything that's going on in their kids' lives. They're very involved.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Wren, only because John refused to do it in public. He did tear up a little bit but Wren won't say a word about it.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - John, only because he'd show up as their lawyer, and he'd work his magic. In any other situation, they would both be equally willing to do so.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - A lot of the time, they'll ask Randy to do it because they're busy with their Herald duties in their main canon. But John is the cook in this ship, shockingly, so him.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - John. Boy...likes the finer things in life and has a refined pallet. Wren...will eat just about anything.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Randy. They don't have time to do it themselves, and John would just be like "that's what the Chosen are for", and uhhhh that's not the case, but Randy likes grocery shopping and knows what John likes.

How often do they bake desserts? - Very often. Or else, John will buy Wren cheesecakes when he's in trouble (or have Whitney make her some). Wren loves her cheesecake.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - A bit of both, to be honest. They both like to eat healthy and love salads and such, but Wren and John love a good steak. You can't beat it.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - John. Definitely John. He loves to do stuff like that for Wren. Though, she does do it every now and then, but Randy is the one to cook it.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - John. He's way more extroverted than Wren is.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Wren. She almost did it once...she's not allowed back in the kitchen...more on Randy's orders than John's.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Wren and John kinda do this simultaneously out of habit. One will fix the bed while the other makes sure all the dirty laundry is in the hamper.

Who is really against chores? - John whines about it the most, but Wren hates them the most. She hates doing dishes the most.

Who cleans up after the pets? - A mixture, but a lot of the time, John will ask one of the Peggies to do it without Wren knowing (she knows, she's not stupid).

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - John. JOHN. It drives Wren nuts because if you're gonna do it, you gotta do it right.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Wren because people are coming into her comfort space and she doesn't like it. She's super introverted and keeping company gives her so much anxiety.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Wren. She pockets them and makes a joke about John having so much money, he literally doesn't notice it spilling from his pockets.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - They both take long showers and baths, the water bill is terrible. Wren likes to enjoy the scalding hot water while John tries very hard to cling to the wall when they shower together.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Definitely Randy. He's a dog dad anyway, so he takes the dog out with his own as a favor.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Only for the major ones. Halloween is the biggest one, though.

What are their goals for the relationship? - They don't really have goals, they're just...living for each other and focusing on being happy for as long as the can. They're more "let's live in the present" because of everything. They also don't want to put pressure on it when its already a good thing.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Wren and John don't really like mornings, but Wren LOATHES mornings. She's not at all a morning person. John just loves to have his beauty sleep. Wren is a fucking monster.

Who plays the most pranks? - Wren. Totally Wren. Her and Randy have prank wars, and John is often caught in the middle of them.

#oc: wren blake #ch: john seed #x: two scales balanced #far cry 5 #my ocs #asks

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aeipcthys · 3 years

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╰ ❛ 💉 — › timothy olyphant. cis-male. he/him. ╯ have you met patrick vanderbilt yet ? this forty seven year old libra has been living in the seattle area for not long. she makes a living as shareholder & board member, which is best suited for their debonair, candid, arrogant, and vindictive personality. come and get your love by redbone is one of their favorite songs.

trigger warnings: cancer, death

full character page here

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: patrick charles vanderbilt

Nickname(s): sometimes he’ll get a pat

Age: 47

Date of Birth: september 23, 1974

Hometown: upper east side, new york, ny

Current Location: seattle, washington

Ethnicity: caucasian (english, german, scottish, dutch)

Nationality: american

Gender: cisgender male

Pronouns: he/him/his

Orientation: heterosexual, heteroromantic

Status: married lol

Religion: protestant

Political Affiliation: idk he’s rich

Occupation: ceo of the vanderbilt group (shareholder & board member @ sgmw)

Living Arrangements: a spare penthouse

Language(s) Spoken: english

Accent: american

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: timothy olyphant josh duhamel

Hair Color: was brown, now greying (silver fox mayhaps?)

Eye Color: brown

Height: 6′0

Build: fit

Tattoos: nope

Piercings: no

Clothing Style: expensive suits, expensive watch, you know...someone who has money

Usual Expression: idk some stupid expression bc he’s an idiot

Distinguishing Characteristics:

HEALTH

Physical Ailments: none.

Neurological Conditions: none.

Allergies: he’s probably lactose intolerant or something stupid but ignores it

Sleeping Habits: he sleeps on high thread count egyptian cotton sheets

Eating Habits: he says he eats well but ends up “cheating” in his office at like 4pm and his assistant pretends she doesn’t know

Exercise Habits: a run here, some weights there

Emotional Stability: pffft

Sociability: outgoing, charming, stupid man

Body Temperature: i never know what to say for this he’s like average

Addictions: none.

Drug Use: not anymore

Alcohol Use: for sure

PERSONALITY

Label: big ego, hidden depths

Positive Traits: debonair, candid, ambitious, dynamic

Negative Traits: arrogant, vindictive, greedy, impatient

Fears: oddly enough, clowns...acts like a child when he sees one

Hobbies: he has like rich people hobbies (skiing on vacation, traveling, pretending he was a self-made-man)

Habits: tbd

FAVOURITES

Weather: he likes a crisp breeze

Colour: he thinks having a favorite color is childish

Music: sings along to the radio when he's driving alone, most likely to an 80s hit or two

Movies: something stimulating

Sport: american football

Beverage: single malt scotch

Food: steak

Animal: idk i don’t think he’s a fan

FAMILY

Father: wallace vanderbilt

Mother: mary ellen vanderbilt (née duncan)

Sibling(s): aaron vanderbilt, eric vanderbilt (deceased)

Children: natalie vanderbilt (23), patrick jr. vanderbilt (7)

Pet(s): none.

Family’s Financial Status: money money money

EXTRA

Zodiac Sign: libra

MBTI: entj

Anything Else:

BIO

Patrick Vanderbilt was born to Wallace and Mary Ellen Vanderbilt on September 23, 1974. He grew up being the oldest of three children — his younger brother, Aaron and their little sister, Erica. The Vanderbilts were far from a ‘self-made’ family. They came from old money. Generations that never knew anything but good fortune and wealth.

Being the eldest son, Patrick knew from a young age what the expectations of him were. He was to be successful. Running the Vanderbilt Group was his birthright, and it would one day be his reality. There was nothing in his youth that made Patrick want to shy away from that responsibility. Instead, he embraced it. He watched it all so intently. His father in business meetings. The ribbon cutting at a new hospital. His family’s name plastered on the front page of the paper. It all seemed so glamorous. Important. And Patrick wanted to be important. He wanted to <I> show </I> that he deserved to be important.

This propelled him to become the over-achiever, living-on-a-pedestal older brother. His parents were proud, but his father was more proud that Patrick fit the mold. Patrick believed that his father just wanted what was best for them. So what if he road them too hard? So what if it was hard to meet his expectations? It just push them to do better. To want better. At least, it did that for Patrick.

Patrick’s younger brother, Aaron, always rejected the family plan. He didn’t want the future that had been prescribed to them. He was the first of them to rebel. Erica was always the quiet one. She’d be the one to break up the fights the boys would have. One look, and she had them both. It was her power and her strength.

Patrick was in high school when Erica was diagnosed with leukemia. She was so young. He couldn’t believe that such a devastating thing could happen to such a tiny human being. They had the best that medicine could buy, and yet? Erica never seemed to get any better. He spent time in between football practices and debate team meetings reading to her in her hospital bed. She’d laugh, she’d smile. And he would melt inside. His little sister was stronger and wiser than he could ever hope to be. This he knew. Right up until the day that she died.

Things were never the same after that. Aaron distanced himself. It was all he knew how to do. For the first time, Patrick questioned everything. He left home for college, a little piece of him having been shattered by the loss of his sister. It was in this time that he met Cecilia. Kind and smart. As beautiful as anything. She was the first person he ever connected with in that way. He was infatuated with everything about her. There had never been anything that made him want to rebel from his destined path…until her.

Patrick told his father about Cecilia, and immediately, they began to fight over her. Patrick was supposed to stay focused. Focused on the goal. But ever since the loss of Erica and the meeting of Cecilia, he began to lose sight of just what that goal was supposed to be. Patrick was going to be with Cecilia no matter what. And to make sure of it, the two made a spontaneous decision. They got married.

Young, in love, and stubborn, Patrick and Cecilia eloped. Much to the dismay of both of their families. But they persevered, thinking their love was enough to power through. Times got tough, but Patrick and Cecilia persevered. They made it through college graduation, Patrick went on to law school, and they tried their best to start a family. But they weren’t young and dumb anymore. They had real responsibilities that started to pile up. Mostly for Patrick. He had responsibilities to fulfill with the family business. Cecilia had dreams of her own. Dreams she put on hold for him. She started to wonder if she wanted to anymore.

They were only 24 when Cecilia got pregnant. She gave birth to their daughter, Natalie Erica Vanderbilt. Natalie was a beautiful light in his life, but Patrick began to struggle to balance work and home life. It was no wonder that things began to fall apart. Eventually, Cecilia and Patrick realized they couldn’t keep lying to themselves. Their marriage ended. It was amicable, and they split custody with Natalie.

Given his new sense of freedom, Patrick began to throw himself back into work. Back into the plan. He made peace with it. This was his future, and if it was what he had to do, he was going to excel at it. He got his degrees, and began to work up through the company (which obviously was not difficult, given his name was on the building). He enjoyed his time with the finer things in life, spoiling his daughter when it was his time. Dating elite women and minor celebrities every other weekend. It was the life of a rich bachelor. He developed the personality to go along with it. He was charming, but also a bit of a dick. It was a fine balance to find.

He hadn’t been drawn to anyone since Cecilia. Not until he met Talia Moradi. She was strong and tenacious. Her smile drew him in. Working together, Patrick knew he wanted to be closer to her. And he would take every opportunity to woo her. Win her affections. Talia and Patrick began to date, and following her promotion, things started to advance. Marriage was the likely next step. With Talia on his arm, Patrick felt like he completed the perfect picture. She gave birth to their son, Patrick Jr., and there wasn’t much else they could ask for. Patrick already had the world. And finally taking over the company from his father was just the cherry on top.

CURRENTLY

Things were never perfect, but the filing for divorce shattered the image he had in his mind. Part of him resented Talia for what she had done. He felt like a pawn. A tool she had used to get ahead, all while she had been into someone else. But he still had some plays left in him. He didn’t have to give her the easy divorce she desired. He didn’t even have to let her be in Seattle alone. It was about time he checked in on the goings on at SGMW. Seeing how he was a shareholder and all. And if Talia and her ex happened to be on the board as well? Well, the more the merrier. Patrick couldn’t go down so easy. At least, not without a fight.

#( character intro. )#fortune running out of my veins ( patrick vanderbilt. )

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baby-grayson · 4 years

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Kind Stranger|GBD|Part 7

Parts 1-6 warning: fluffy Tags: @styles-dolan @evergreendolan @someonetogray @vintagedolan @prettyboydolan @dolansficsandpics @graysavant @baby-turtles

Kale? Spinach? Mushrooms? Eggplant? Grayson’s eyes surveyed the brightly colored board of food options. He weighed the consequences of choosing to include or omit tomatoes from his lunch order. His concentration on his lunch kept his anxieties at bay. Earlier that day, his palms left a greasy layer of sweat on the steering wheel of his Porsche, with his girlfriend and brother silent in the car. His girlfriend and brother now stood beside him, still silent. Ethan’s arms were crossed as he leaned against the back wall of the restaurant. Kate leaned significantly on her good leg, holding a hand on her hip and looking at the ground. Grayson eyed the pair quickly before returning his focus to selecting his meal. Why won’t they talk to each other? It’s like they already don’t like each other..

Grayson tried to shake thoughts while pondering the benefits of sweet corn. Kate glanced at Grayson, struggling to understand the complexity of the decisions that go into making a veggie wrap. Her eyes flickered up toward Ethan, who’s stare was focused straight ahead on a container of napkins. The similarity in the twins was still striking to her. The tattoos on Ethan’s arms were the only definite indicator of their identities. I should know my own boyfriend from his twin brother… Kate took in a breath and moved her gaze up to the ceiling, questioning whether the silence was comforting or eerie. She released a tension in her jaw she hadn’t realized she had been holding when Grayson looked back at her, scrunched his nose slightly, and smiled wide. Grayson’s smile washed over Kate as a wave of relief.

Ethan’s stomach lurched while his eyebrows raised. His brother’s new relationship was sweet, there was no denying that. Grayson shined when he picked her up that morning: his smile was infectious when he took her hand in his during the car ride over. Grayson spent the morning assuring Ethan that Kate was “Awesome! So funny and sweet”, promising that Ethan’s apprehensions would vanish after spending real time with her. Ethan almost felt bad for asking Grayson so many tough questions about her. Almost.

Grayson looked from Kate, to Ethan, and back to Kate, “How does carrots, humus, spinach, celery, and bell pepper sound?” “Like a stroke of creativity that definitely didn’t take you 20 minutes to think about,” Ethan responded sardonically, earning a breathy chuckle out of Kate. Grayson bit his tongue against a snarky response and looked at Kate, “Ladies first,” he motioned a hand in front of him toward the register. Kate stepped forward, chatting through her order with the girl behind the register. Grayson stepped toward Ethan, with an expectant look in his eye. “What bro?” Ethan unwound his arms at Grayson’s wide-eyed look. Grayson’s eyed darted away from Ethan, toward Kate’s backside, and back to Ethan for a second time. Ethan shrugged softly, not having enough information to give a real analysis, “She seems nice. You know I think ordering whole wheat is a sign of a great life partner.” Ethan couldn’t hold in the laugh that escaped his lips when he met Gray’s annoyed look. “Sorry,” Ethan shrugged again, trying not to ruin Grayson’s honeymoon mood, “She seems fine, I’ve barely talked to her.” “She’s great,” Grayson smiled wide at his brother before letting his eyes wander to Kate’s backside at the register. He noticed her give her credit card to the girl at the register and spoke louder, “I can pay for that baby.” Kate looked back at Grayson and shook her head softly. Her tone was nonchalant, “It’s fine, I got it.”

Ethan made a small hum of approval next to his brother, meeting his gaze. Grayson stepped forward to place his order, Kate stood next to him; avoiding joining the awkward air near Ethan at the back of the room. Grayson’s large, rough, calloused hand instinctively laid over Kate’s dainty hand. Ethan smiled softly at the gesture; his brother was always a romantic. In truth, Ethan was impressed by the simple fact that she paid for her own food. It was the first sign that she wasn’t interested in Grayson for his money or influence. She showed Ethan that, even in the smallest way, she wasn’t looking to be wholly dependent on Grayson.

The scene was interrupted by a small bell followed by a few high-pitched squeals coming from the door to the restaurant. A man in an expensive polo shirt and loafers was accompanied by two teenage girls, who were nearly bouncing at the site of the twins. Kate’s brow furrowed: What would make two girls scream in public? She followed their gaze to the twins and was hit with the realization: Grayson’s life was massively different from her own. The two girls bounced their way to the twins while professing their love and asking for a picture. Kate was impressed by how elegantly Grayson handled the situation. He smiled with genuine happiness and stood with grace, giving his entire attention to what they were squealing at him. When the teenagers and twins broke up from their picture, one of the girls got on the phone, to call who Kate could only assume was a friend. “OMG STACEY YOU WON’T BELIEVE! IT WAS THE TWINS! YES! I KNOW! AND ONE OF THE TWINS’ FRIENDS WAS HERE WITH THEM!!!!!!!!!” The small restaurant sounded like a Justin Bieber concern circa 2008. And yet the sound of Kate’s own heartbeat created a deafening silence in her head. One of the twins’ friends… Kate tried to shiver off the growing knot in her stomach, the words weren’t settling right inside of her. She had never been a particularly insecure girl, being a disabled woman in science demanded self-confidence, but the teeny bopper’s words echoed in her ears. Grayson stood beside her, equally awkward but for a different reason. He could only imagine what Kate was thinking after seeing something like that for the first time: a scene that had come to be normal for him since moving to LA. He wanted so badly to reach out and hold her hand in his. He wanted to brush his thumb over hers and give it a squeeze. He wanted to place a hand on her lower back, kiss her head, and breathe in that citrus scent that he could never get enough of. But he knew he couldn’t: not with his fans in the room, not with their phones in their hands.

If Ethan noticed the cumbersome emotions of his companions, he didn’t show it. He coolly ordered his lunch, keeping his voice low and posture relaxed. Meanwhile, his twin brother was producing enough sweat to provide water to an African dessert and his brother’s girlfriend was combatting her inner dialogue about independence.

Most of the trio’s problems faded into the air in Grayson’s Porsche. Grayson’s right hand securely coddled Kate’s, while his left casually hung over the steering wheel. Grayson loved sitting next to Kate in his car, her sweet smell filled the car and her cute laugh filled the air. Ethan loved sitting with food in his lap, its savory smell filled his nostrils and promised his stomach of good times to come.

Not soon after, they sat at the Dolans’ kitchen island with food, napkins, and smoothies strewn out in front of them. Grayson was in the middle of his fifth story about elementary school with Ethan. Kate tossed some sweet potato fries in her mouth, smiling gently and laughing at Grayson’s punchlines. Grayson followed one story with another, hoping some at some point his brother and girlfriend would release their tense energy and start to see all the great things he saw in both.

“—and then Cameron hit me over the head, and I ended up with a barbie doll arm up my nose—“, he had barely bit into the lunch he spent nearly a half an hour ordering because he was so busy filling the silence. Kate winced at the mention of a doll arm up six year old Grayson’s nose, “Ooh that’s a bad one.” Ethan shook his head, finishing a sip of his smoothie “That’s nothing. Grayson’s head is practically made of stainless steel. Barbies are kind of a bad omen for him though,” he picked at a pile of chips. “This one time when we were like 12, he was dating this girl from down the street. She went as barbie to a Halloween party and convinced Grayson to dress up as Ken.” Kate nearly choked on her sandwich as she let out a chortle, Grayson’s face turned a hot shade of red from behind his veggie wrap. “That means you’re a dedicated boyfriend,” Kate show him a playful wink between bites of her sandwich. Grayson, who’s face was the color of the bell pepper in his wrap, nodded, “I’ll do anything for my girl.” Ethan’s stomach lurched but he held back the urge to react to the happy couple, “He’ll do stupid things for you if you ask him too,” Kate laughed again, “He’ll do stupid things without you asking too, just to impress you.” Kate snickered, fingering a plate of sweet potato fries. She pointed a fry at Grayson “What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done to impress a girl?” Grayson’s cheeks flared, “I uh—well” Ethan gladly cut his twin off to finish, “This one time he tried having sex in a handstand just to prove he could hold himself up for that long.” A loud laugh escaped Kate’s mouth, while Ethan’s accomplished look met with Grayson’s mortified one.

“Should I ask if you could do it?” Kate looked from Grayson to Ethan and back to Grayson. Grayson stammered again before Kate finished, “Maybe you could show me one day.” She proudly flicked the last sweet potato fry in her mouth.

A wide grin grew on Grayson’s face, his cheeks slightly burning. Ethan nearly lodged a chip in his throat. “I knew you were the girl for me,” he reached for her hand across the island. Ethan shook his head softly, “Ryan did say he had a good feeling about this.” “Exactly,” Grayson triumphantly kissed Kate’s cheek as she asked, “Who’s Ryan?” “Ryan is our best friend--,” Grayson started, pulling away from Kate’s cheek. Ethan spoke over his twin, “—he produces our podcast, helps with the videos, pulls us apart when he beat up on each other too hard.” Kate’s eyes found the floor. She looked up at Grayson when Ethan finished, “I thought we weren’t telling people…about us?” Her eyes stared up at Grayson, wide and longing for reassurance. She felt confused, in a deep place. She had already put away her feelings about keeping their relationship private: coming to terms with the fact that Grayson’s life was different. Grayson wanted desperately to cup her face in his hands, seeing her eyes like that ate threw his heart. “Ryan is different, he’s our best friend. We can trust him.” Grayson’s heart quivered when he saw the emptiness grow in Kate’s eyes. Her thoughts raced: What was it about the people in her life that made them untrustworthy? The white walls of the coastal interior of the rental felt less beachy to her and more alienating in that moment. Grayson wrapped an arm around and leaned in to kiss the side of her head. His movements were shaking. He stroked his thumb on the small of her back, trying to put her at ease almost as much as he wanted to put himself at ease. He was normal. She was normal. Their relationship was normal, normal, normal. Grayson wanted so badly to hold her in that moment: to hold her as close as possible to his chest and let her hear his heartbeat, the heart that beat for her. Grayson was never very good with words, but he wished he could find the words to tell her how much she meant to him. He felt like she was sent to him, a strong shot in the dark with everything he always wished for. She was beautiful. She was smart. She was independent. She was driven. She was funny without being cruel. Her laugh sounded like a song. Her little snore when she slept on his chest sounded like a little teddy bear declaring its adorable presence to the world. She had overcome so much; she reminded the entire world of that every time she stood up. She was twice the person that Grayson was and it killed him inside to see her eyes look like that. A pain ran through his chest, he never wanted her to be upset because of him. He cherished her. Even though their relationship was new, his heart held absolutely no hesitancy. He looked at her like he was sure, sure she was meant to stick around, to change his life, to make him a better man: the best man he can be.

A loud creak scraped across the floor. Ethan awkwardly stood up from his seat at the island, feeling as though he was in someone else’s scene. He shifted his eyes from Grayson’s hand on Kate’s back. Ethan quickly gathered the bag and wraps from his lunch to dispose of. Ethan left the room, leaving the young couple in that position. Grayson’s hand found a home on Kate’s lower back, while she looked up at him, somewhere between bewildered and disheartened.

They snapped out of their trance long enough to clean the rest of the kitchen. Grayson led Kate out, placing gentle kisses on her head and squeezing her small hand. He wanted to memorize the way her hand felt: so small, dainty, and regal in his large, rough, calloused hand. His fingers tingled with jabs of pain when his open wounds moved, but it was worth it to get to feel her smooth, warm skin.

They stood at the front door together. Kate’s hand delicately in Grayson’s, he looked down at her with adoring eyes while she looked up at him. Her eyes had let go of their earlier state, but had yet to return the warm, brown fire Grayson loved so much. “Thanks for coming to spend time with Ethan,” Grayson started, “I think he started warming up to you.” Kate smiled passively, “He’s nice. I’m glad I came today.” She lifted herself on her toes and kissed his cheek gently before lowering down. She turned for the door when Grayson held her hand tighter, “Wait—” he took in a breath. How does he say this? How does he break this? Maybe he shouldn’t say anything at all? Maybe he should say everything? Lay it all out there right? Be completely honest. Honestly is the best policy.

“I’m so happy with you and I love that my brother got to know you better. I’m so glad he got to see you being you.” Grayson gulped softly, Kate turned to face him again, closing the space between them softly. “You’re sweet, so sweet. And you make me happy. Like really fucking happy,” his eyes watered slightly. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to say this, but I was starting to get really lonely before you. And then you came out of nowhere, dropped out of the sky and right into my lap, being here and fixing my problems since the moment I met you. You’re so different, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I didn’t even know girls like you existed.” Grayson let go of her hand to run both of his hands through his hair before looking down at her again, melting more by the minute. The warmth returned to her brown eyes, as her lips slid into a kind smile. “You’re—I—We—I want to keep you around.” Grayson decided on, nodding subtly as he spoke.

Kate lifted herself up by her toes and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. Grayson cupped her face in his hands and deepened their kiss, drinking her citrus scent and becoming intoxicated on the sweet taste of her tongue. He ran his hands through her soft, luscious hair. He moaned softly, dropping his hands to her waist and pulling her body in closer. Kate wrapped an ankle around his calf, pulling her body up to continue to meet his mouth, tracing her fingers against his shirt and feeling the curves of his body underneath. She didn’t retract when she felt a hard bulge against her waist, in fact she pulled herself even closer to him—eliminating any space between the two of them. Grayson grabbed onto her, feeling a strip of silky skin when the hem of her shirt rose. His lips became frenzied, obsessed with kissing her at maximum capacity for as long as he could. Her nerves caught on fire when his tongue slipped against her bottom lip, begging for an entrance. She opened her mouth slightly, allowing him entrance. Her hot skin started to flame when her mouth was filled with the honey taste of his decadent tongue.

Grayson let one dauntless hand fall from her waist, grabbing lightly onto her ass. She smirked into his kiss, triggering a physical mechanism inside of him. He grabbed tightly onto her ass, his body tormented by not having her in this moment. It was Kate who pulled back first, her face covered in strands of unruly hair, flush cheeks, and swollen lips. She breathed in softly before lightly stepping out of his grasp. She nodded and smiled up at him, attending to be sweet but failing while the heavy air hung in the moment. “I’ll see you soon,” she kissed his cheek quickly and moved swiftly toward the door as Grayson mumbled his own words of goodbye. His body, mind, and spirit felt intoxicated by her. He tried to step but recognized a shaking leg as he made his way to the couch. He ran his hands through his hair and laid down. Yeah, she was the one.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I had mixed feelings about this part while writing it. I hope you enjoyed lovie!

#banana squad #if you know you know #grayson dolan #dolan #dolan twin #ethan #ethan dolan #grayson x OC #grayson dolan romance #fanfiction #fluff #fanfic #youtuber #twin

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peachfaeryy · 3 years

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Hi 🌙

It's my birthday right now. I'm 26 now.

1. What is my fondest childhood memory?

My fondest childhood memories definitely consist of the lovely people who I grew up with and derived my sense of humor/silliness from: my cousins Anna & Emily, Savannah -- my childhood best friend, and Kaleb, my eternal crush. These memories consist of them in elementary school, camp, and my grandma's house in San Antonio.

2. What is my favorite comfort food?

Probably nachos/chips/chips & queso.

3. What’s my favorite way to exercise?

Uh...DANCE.

4. Am I a morning person or a night owl?

I lean more towards night owl but I try to avoid both.

5. If I could have any superpower, what would it be?

The currency of youth.

6. Do I prefer cooking, baking, or neither?

I love both cooking and baking :) I find both extremely rewarding and cathartic.

7. Am I an introvert or an extrovert?

Ambivert strongly introvert-leaning.

8. What superhero do I find most relatable?

None, I detest all superheroes.

9. What is my favorite season of the year — and what do I love most about it?

Winter because it provides me with the most amount of physical comfort. I love sleeping in a very cold room, opening my windows with no AC on. Sitting in my car listening to music/eating with engine off. Less humidity. Food is tastier. Style is better.

10. Do I believe in the existence of angels?

Not particularly? Well, yes but I believe they have absolutely no role or effect on our world.

11. What are my favorite TV series?

American Crime Story (OJ & Versace), Fleabag, Atlanta...90 Day Fiance, Game of Thrones

12. What was the last movie I watched (or the last movie I enjoyed)?

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (let's gooOoo)

13. Am I a tidy person or a messy one?

I used to be very messy but not I'd consider myself pretty tidy. My nature is messy though.

14. Am I afraid of the dark?

Nah.

15. Am I more of a coffee person or a tea person?

Mostly coffee.

16. What talents do I possess that I’m proud of?

I don't have any natural-born talents but I suppose my ability to teach myself a new skill over time.

17. Do (or did) I like school?

I loved school and literally work at a school.

18. Did I go to the prom?

Unfortunately, yes.

19. What is my idea of a perfect date?

Definitely grabbing pizza at a nice restaurant.

20. Do I enjoy DIY or crafts?

Not at all, sounds awful, lol.

21. Do I forgive others easily?

Yes. But not so much anymore now that I'm older and more experienced. My instinct/nature is very forgiving.

22. Do I have a nickname — or did I ever have one?

None.

23. Do I have any phobias?

I'm scared of most anything anything everything...I'd say my daily fear is mistaking my razor for my toothbrush in the shower.

24. Have I ever met one of my heroes? If yes, who was it, and how did it go?

No?

25. Do I speak any other languages?

No, but I told myself I would learn Spanish before I die.

26. Have I ever traveled outside my native country?

Yes! I have been the Mexico and Ireland.

27. If money were no object, what would I want for my next birthday?

Maybe a trip to South Korea/Germany/Rhode Island

28. Have I ever been addicted to something?

Yes. But as far as substances? I'm addicted to Nsaid.

29. When I was a kid, what did I want to be when I grew up?

I wanted to be a wildlife photographer when I was a kid-kid.

30. Have I ever won something?

$75 with scratch offs

31. Have I ever narrowly escaped death (or serious injury)?

I'd say so, yes.

32. Do I prefer baths or showers?

Showers.

33. How am I feeling right now?

Changed.

34. Have I ever played any sports?

Soccer, Basketball, and cross-country

35. Do I prefer the beach or the mountains?

Beach, but I feel connected to both.

36. Do I prefer a Mac or a PC?

Uh...PC?

37. Do I prefer dogs or cats (or some other pet)?

Cats...I honestly do not like dogs at all.

38. Do I have any piercings or tattoos? Would I like to get any?

I have three tattoos: three rune, a sword, and a butterfly. All of which are on my arms.

39. Do I have kids?

Not right now.

40. Do I have siblings?

None.

41. What do I do on a typical Friday night?

Same thing I usually do: practice dance/choreo for a couple of hours. Read, cook, watch Youtube. If I’m going out, I’ll maybe grab dinner/hang with my friends. I MAY go to ~the club~ in a blue moon.

42. If I could go anywhere in the world with unlimited funds, where would I go?

SOUTH KOREA

43. What do I do to relax?

Shower, listen to music. Do my makeup for fun.

44. What do I do to wake up or boost my energy levels?

Blast Stray Kids

45. Would I rather have unlimited energy or unlimited money?

Unlimited money

46. Am I a collector of anything? If yes, how big is my collection?

I collect Kpop bullshit...(albums, photo cards, posters, etc.) essentially merch from my favorite artists.

47. What sort of gift would I want from my significant other on Valentine’s Day or on my birthday?

JUST flowers. All I care about it getting flowers on both of those days.

48. Which would I rather avoid — excess heat or extreme cold?

Excess heat.

49. Would movie genre would I rather watch: action, romance, fantasy, or horror?

Of those choices: horror. I also like a solid journey story.

50. Have I ever been on a diet? If yes, how did it go?

More like a mini eating disorder, lol? I went through phases where I only consumed 1500 calories.

51. If I could live anywhere for a month with whomever I choose, where would that be?

Greece with I suppose...someone I get along with.

52. Have I ever gone camping? Or do you look at a tent and think, “I feel like that’s the wonton wrapper, and I’m the filling.”

Yes, several times. I actually thoroughly enjoy camping.

53. What’s the last song I listened to?

Ribs -- Lorde

54. What’s my current obsession, and how much have I spent on it?

Anything kpop...hours. I’m talking hours and hours.

55. What’s a favorite book of mine?

We Need to Talk About Kevin

56. What should I be doing right now?

Sleeping.

57. What’s my best feature?

Physically? Boobs.

Personality? I would say kindness but that’s basic. Witty? Self-discipline.

58. What’s the most expensive article of clothing (or shoes) that I own?

Damn...shoes...? $100?

59. What is one thing I could not live without?

Music. My one coping mechanism and literally the reason I’m alive and functional.

60. What’s one thing I can’t leave the house without (other than keys and my wallet)?

Phone... BC packet?

61. What’s one of my pet peeves?

Slow walkers

62. What wild animal would I love to have for a pet (as long as it didn’t eat anyone)?

Maybe like...a toucan?

63. What’s my favorite drink?

An ICE COLD fizzy SODA boiii

64. What’s my spirit animal, and do I own anything featuring that animal?

I guess I’m very cat-like. I used to have a lot of cat stuff, but not anymore...

65. What’s my favorite restaurant, and what’s my favorite splurge order?

I like basically any fast food joint. I’m also a sucker for Chili’s. I’m really basic. A splurge order for me would be ordering a margarita with my meal.

66. What’s my favorite movie — or the best one I’ve seen in the last three years?

I’ve been obsessed with We Need to Talk About Kevin, Pirates of the Caribbean...I’ve been wanting to rewatch Little Miss Sunshine

67. What’s a favorite hobby of mine?

Dancing :)

68. What’s my favorite go-to snack?

Health-wise: apples and peanut butter. But if I don’t care: chips

69. What are my must-haves for watching a movie in a theater?

True interest in the film

70. What’s my favorite kind of competition to watch (sports, cooking, etc.)?

Not really into competition shows.

71. Would I rather get an electric shock or get an intramuscular shot (tetanus, etc.)?

Electric shock?

72. What’s my dream car?

Bella’s shitty red truck let’s gooooo

73. What are the must-haves in the home of my dreams?

LOTS of open space, sunlight, heated bathroom floor

74. What’s my favorite sandwich?

Chicken salad, BLT, plain peanut butter

75. What’s my favorite kind of dinner? (comfort food, four-course, take-out Chinese…)

Comfort food

76. If I could change my eye and hair color, what color/s would I choose?

I would DEF change my eye color to a warm brown and my hair to very dark brown. I’m growing my natural hair out. I’m going dye-free right now.

77. Who is my favorite fictional character (or one of them)?

Jack Sparrow

78. What’s my longest relationship so far (other than family)?

4 years...

79. What is my star sign — or do I usually avoid that question?

I DO NOT care about this but I’m a Leo

80. What is my lucky number, or what is a favorite number of mine?

Uh? N/A

81. What city do I live in now, and what’s my favorite thing about it?

I still live in Denton and I detest it.

82. What state do I live in now, and what do I love about it?

Texas, its diversity.

83. If I had to move to a different state, where would I rather go?

New Mexico

84. Have I ever colored my hair? If yes, what’s my favorite hair color experiment so far?

Yes, most of my teen and adult life. But my “crazy” hair experiment right now is going dye-free and wearing my natural color.

85. Whom do I miss right now?

My 14-year-old self

86. Have I ever made a mistake that someone else refused to forgive me for?

Apparently.

87. Do I have a celebrity crush? If yes, who is it?

JOHNNY DEPP and all of Stray Kids lol. Jungkook?

88. If I could meet any celebrity for coffee/tea and a chat, who would it be?

Marina Diamandis

89. As desserts go, would I rather have ice cream or cheesecake?

Ice Cream

90. Would I rather live in a house or an apartment, and why?

A small house.

91. Would I rather live in a treehouse, a cave, or a submarine?

Treehouse

92. What is one big goal that I want to accomplish this year?

Move out of D*nton.

93. What do I want to do for a living?

I’m happy being a teacher, but ultimately I’d like to counsel kids.

94. When I feel sick, where do I usually feel it first or most noticeably?

My head.

95. What sort of smartphone do I use, and what made me choose it?

Uh? Android?

96. What’s one movie that I’ve watched repeatedly? What do I love about it?

I watch signs pretty frequently. Midsommar? I connect with its characters because they seem like real actual people? I’ve been wanting to rewatch the Lovely Bones.

100. If I could afford one, would I rather hire a chef, a personal assistant, or a housekeeper?

Housekeeper!

97. What is one food that I refuse to eat?

Liver

98. What exotic food would I be willing to try?

I’d be open to trying most any food.

99. What is one item on my bucket list, and what made me choose it?

I’m kind of working on it now. I want to put a few years in while I’m young and able to become a very good dancer. I know that to obtain that it IS going to take years. It’s something that’s really important to me because I’ve always wanted that for myself but never made actual steps to obtain/execute it. And ultimately, I want it because it allows me to feel like my true self.

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Lost In Your Light: Peter Parker x Reader (Part 7)

( 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 )

[ my masterlist ] word count: 3, 963

CHAPTER 07: NOTHING I’VE EVER KNOWN

Potholes littered the road that stretched out in front of them.

The scene was just like every other night, except Y/N had a companion. She felt safer with Peter by her side.

"Does your suit know their location?" She asked as they turned down another nameless street. Words between the heroes had been scarce, but Y/N did not mind. She knew hunting down criminals wasn't the best way to get to know one another.

"Yeah." He affirmed quietly, making sure Y/N was lingering a safe distance behind him. "Just up ahead. I can hear them."

"You can?" She gasped. "What are they saying?"

Peter didn't answer. His side of the conversation had gone quiet. Y/N knew it was because he didn't want her to tag along. The girl took his silence to heart, and decided to stop asking questions. She needed to remain neutral while she walked alongside him. Even if she was thrilled, practically overjoyed to be with him, he was serious and she needed to be as well.

Peter was hearing things he would rather not relay. He needed to focus on whatever was about to happen, not the beauty that Y/N radiated under the moonlight. He didn’t want to think about her skin against his, how pink and glossy her lips were, or even the innocent look in her eyes when he agreed to have her come with him.

So, Y/N followed him silently through the darkness. There hadn’t been a visible light for miles, but suddenly, she recognized a warm glow reflecting against the pavement ahead.

Growing uneasy, the pair rounded the exact house where Peter's lead claimed the Thorns were camping out.

There was only one lamp on, emitting from the front bedroom. The tranquility of their situation did not sit right with Y/N. The skeptical girl absorbed her surroundings noting that it was nothing new. An average run down, ghetto hideout on the outskirts of a metropolis. The front porch was missing, replaced with poorly built wooden steps. The chain link fence had holes and trash littered the yard.

"I don't like this." She whispered, predicting that omething was off. The girl wanted to say more, but it was not her place.

Peter felt it too. His senses were tingling, almost out of control, but he couldn't pinpoint the reason why. It was something in the air. The minute they crossed the street, he felt uneasy.

But there was no reason to worry. Peter had never lost a scuffle with a Thorn member. Perhaps he was feeling too secure in the thought that he had put most of them in prison himself.

That confidence clouded his judgement. Because in reality, the most dangerous member had escaped. And he was leaning against the front door, watching them.

Y/N knew none of this, of course. She was following him blindly into a dangerous altercation. But she was young and ambitious. What girl wouldn't want to watch Spider-Man in action? Especially since she could give him something in return.

That's what Y/N tried to tell herself. But that was before she took one look at the house. All she could hear was the sound of her own breathing. Sharp and shallow. Maybe she was not cut out for combat, already worn out from tip-toeing in the shadows.

So many thoughts were racing through Y/N’s mind, that she failed to notice the sounds of rummaging that secreted from the home. It was quiet and suppressed, but it was noticeable.

Peter and Y/N scrambled to the front of the house. The hair on the back of Peter's neck shot up. Someone was watching him, possibly more. He lingered behind the chain link fence.

"So Peter..." Y/N whispered just loud enough for him to hear. "What's your plan?"

Admittedly, there was not one. All Peter had been doing the last couple of weeks was rounding up gang members. He had done it so many times now, that he felt like he perfected it.

That was why he ran into this mission head-first without a game plan.

But he wasn't going to tell her that. Until he heard the front door unlock.

Peter's foot crunched against the pavement as he took a step in front of Y/N. His gut sank, twisting with dread. He instantly regretted taking the girl with him.

"You need to get back—" He started, but was cut short by a whirling sound that chilled them both to the core.

Suddenly, the front window erupted into a piercing blue light, one that was alien and unnatural, one that caused Y/N’s mouth to drop open in shock.

A vibration zipped past them, the movement audible and touchable. Y/N stumbled back farther behind Peter, fear immediately sinking within her gut. This was far from normal, and judging by Peter’s reaction, he was also unprepared for the immense amount of foreign weaponry.

"W-what was that..." She whispered, afraid the perpetrators inside might hear her.

Y/N glanced to the front door. She felt their essence before she saw them.

"Y/N, go." Peter demanded through gritted teeth. He knew he shouldn't have let her come, he was far too concerned for her well-being. Why did he ever think it was a good idea to bring his crush to a fight?

Peter usually crept upon the scum that littered his hometown, he was usually quick and efficient. He made little mistakes these days. But as soon as Y/N walked by his side, most of his attention was tuned to her. And now, his slight miscalculation could result in both their deaths.

Because these lowlife criminals had something he failed to anticipate cautiously. They had alien technology that could slice him in half, knowledge he acquired from listening to their conversation for a single minute. The Thorns could tell Peter was outside before he even realized.

They were also thirsting for revenge.

"I'm not leaving you." Y/N insisted, steadying her feet and taking a step forward so she was standing at equal distance.

“Please-” He urged through gritted teeth.

“No.” She hissed.

Peter cursed himself as the leader of the gang stepped onto the porch before he could convince Y/N to leave. His name was Daquan Monty, a man Peter helped put in prison months ago.

His skin was dark, but not dark enough to hide the colorful tattoos that were visible on every inch of his exposed skin. That was the only distinguishable feature that Peter remembered. It was an intimidating feature, one that made the boy second guess himself.

It was also cautionary and helped remind Peter of the past. Monty may be blinded with rage, but he was also intelligent. Monty had connections. He had ways to get out, he had multiple ways to achieve revenge.

"It's the spider boy." He chuckled, seeming less intimidated by Peter than the last time, which was definitely not a good sign. Monty had stepped up his game. Instead of just a t-shirt, he was decked out in an expensive leather jacket.

"I was hoping I'd see you again." His heavy combat boots clunked against the wooden porch.

Even Y/N recognized him and she didn't know what to do. She glanced over to Peter for reassurance but he was just standing there, gawking.

Monty cranked his head to look at the fear-stricken girl just as his greeting faded into silence. Peter knew he was pleased to see them both afraid, but now he had gained a glimpse of Y/N. Shit. He internally cursed. There was no maybe, there was no probably. Monty immediately perceived Y/N as Peter’s weakness, and he was one hundred percent correct.

"Who's this?" He spat on the ground below him.

Peter shrugged to release the tension building up in his shoulders. His spider senses were telling him that there were at least 5 men hiding behind the door, waiting for a signal.

Peter had to buy time, yet he didn't know how that would help the dire situation.

"A spectator, who will watch me put your ass back in prison. Again. Where it belongs." The boy tried to feign confidence, for his sake and for Y/N’s.

She was thinking the same thing. How stupid could she be? To think she could fight along Spider-Man. Maybe in any other situation, but not this one.

"Wrong!" Monty yelled. "She's going to give me a good time when I finish cutting your limbs off one by one."

The words chilled Y/N to the bone. She had gotten into trouble with the Thorns before, but they were wannabes, they were the errand boys. The members she had outsmarted weren't confident like Monty was. They did not have weapons like the one holstered on his shoulder, one that had familiar glowing purple buttons.

Y/N’s gaze snapped back to Monty’s infuriated expression. Whatever experience he had with Peter was not a good one. He wanted blood.

Those were the thoughts racing through her mind as she watched Monty point his weapon at her.

"On second thought, I'm tired of you." Monty snapped, firing the gun without a moment's hesitation. Peter barely had time to comprehend what had happened until he saw the bullet fly past.

"Y/N!" Peter shouted, springing across the pavement and shoving her to the side. Y/N stumbled to the ground, almost hitting her head, but he broke her fall. For a moment, they gazed into each other’s eyes. There was an unspoken determination. Both of them needed to escape no matter what.

Peter quickly scrambled up and stood in front of Y/N as the remaining men burst through the front door, cocking their guns and pointing them all directly at him. Shouting suddenly filled the night, the howls and barking of dogs echoing around them from each direction except behind.

"Y/N, Y/N, are you okay?" Peter glanced over his shoulder and saw her climbing back to her feet. He was going to face Monty head on.

"I-I'm fine..." She insisted, looking at him with tear filled eyes. She tried to keep her legs from shaking, still recovering from the fact that someone had fired alien technology at her with the intent to kill.

"You need to go!" Peter begged, turning back to the house as the shouting ceased. The rest of Monty's men had filed out into the yard. Each of them holding their own weapon, artillery that was unclassifiable. There were more men than he thought. There were ten.

"Run!" Peter hissed, angry that she hadn't bothered to even move an inch.

"Perhaps bringing Y/N wasn't the best idea." Karen's voice rang in both his ears. "She doesn't know how to fight."

"No shit, Karen!" He grumbled.

"Do you want me to call for backup?" Karen asked as Peter watched Y/N finally take a few steps back. Why wasn't she running? What the hell was wrong with her?

"Not yet." He told Karen.

"Run, Y/N." He pleaded with the girl one last time. And this time, she turned on her heels and sprinted in the opposite direction, against every emotion that swirled through her mind. She felt dirty for doing so, she felt despicable and unforgivable.

How could she abandon him?

"She can run!" Monty yelled. "We'll find her. Any friend of Spider-Man is our enemy."

"Nah, I won't let that happen." Peter said, quickly raising his hand and shooting out his chemically engineered webs. It locked around the machine gun and he pulled it towards him. It worked, for a brief second, but as Peter tugged, the weapon shuddered.

Then, Peter noticed Monty's devilish smirk. One that told him he fell right into his trap.

The weapon exploded again, and it sent shock waves down Peter's web. The blast sent his arm flying back and he slammed against the concrete, the friction tearing through his suit.

Y/N heard his grunt and stopped in her tracks. She looked behind her and saw Peter scrambling to his feet. The vibration was so powerful that it had moved through the air.

The blast threw Peter off balance just long enough for a few of the men to surround him. The weapons were too powerful. He had fought against men with alien-like machines before, but nothing like this, nothing to this extent of abnormality.

How did Monty manage to possess these items?

Despite the situation weighing heavily against him, Peter refused to give up just yet. He was faster, he was smarter, and he was able to regain his stamina in the blink of an eye. Almost as fast as the projectiles from the alien weapons, Peter jumped forward and punched one of the men, instantly knocking him out. Next, he swiped another man out from under his feet. Their guns skidded across the pavement and out of reach.

"Oh no..." Y/N gasped. Peter had told her to run, but her legs wouldn't move. She had to help him. Somehow.

He was drastically outnumbered. They walked right into Monty's trap. Every man that Peter tossed aside, another filled his place.

The tips of Y/N's fingers glowed, beckoning her back to Peter. If she could not fight then she would heal.

Peter was ahead of the battle, just for a second, a second of hope… hope that was vanquished at the sound of Monty’s colossal weapon firing.

"Die!" The leader of the Thorns roared, he had limited patience, he had limited time.

He closed in on Peter as he tried to fight off the stranglers, firing again and again until one bullet hit its target. The intended bullet ripped across the flesh on Peter's torso, too fast for his spider senses to register.

Whatever the bullet was laced with, was so painful that Peter stumbled to his knees.

"No!" Y/N screamed as she watched Monty raise his gun in slow motion, finger on the trigger, barrall aimed for execution. She was too far away, she couldn’t do anything -- but she was getting closer.

Peter had to bite down on his lip from screaming out. He could feel the bullet lodged between his muscles, scraping away at every strand and inching to his bone with each strained movement.

The rest of the remaining men stormed down the stairs, their guns seconds away from unleashing Monty’s death wish. For the first time in his life, Peter was afraid of dying.

"I'm finally going to kill you, little bastard." Monty growled, over confident with the position he found himself in. At least ten of his men lay unconscious around Peter. "After all the shit you put me through, I'm finally going to get my revenge. Nice and slow. Just how I like it."

"—But first. I want to see your pathetic little face." Monty curled his fist around the material of Peter's mask, and ripped it off his head.

Peter spat at his feet, blood dripping down his chin. He had no idea that Lelia was racing towards him in desperation, just as afraid and just as unsure.

The boy knew he was going to die, yet all he could think about was how terribly he failed. As the barrel of the gun neared, he wanted to cry out and ask for forgiveness. Once a hero was unmasked, they could never go back.

Yet, Peter’s face was blank, cleared from all emotion. If he could do anything in his last moments, he would not give Monty that satisfaction.

"Just what I thought." Monty finally said after he had inspected Peter's face and stature. "A little kid. A retarded little kid."

And then he cocked his gun. Peter winced as he heard it whirl, the blue light growing brighter.

If this was the end. At least Y/N was safe.

"To hell with you, Spider-Man."

The blast rang out. But it never came into contact with Peter’s skin. The vibration buzzed past him, but nothing else.

And when he opened his eyes, he found Y/N standing in front of him, panting, her chest rising and falling as a form of intimidation.

Silence.

Monty's eyes widened in shock. Y/N was gripping the barrel of his gun, forcing it towards her with all of her strength. Her hands were glowing, pulsing with heat, a fire that began to shriek against the metal.

The bullet hovered inches from her forehead. It vibrated back and forth, stuck in the forcefield that surrounded her. A force field that was visible in the form of golden dust particles. Intimidating, yet indescribable.

Y/N’s hands seared. The intent of her power was different than before. She was pushing forward with all of her might, every piece of what she had was rushed forward at once, defying the laws of physics to save Peter's life.

The girl could sense everything around her, she heard every sound, felt every movement. She could taste the fear of all the men around her.

"Y/N—" Peter gasped, still on his knees. There was no way this was happening… there was no way.

With his next inhale, he groaned, the pain from his wound intensifying, so agonizing that it caused Y/N to flinch in response. She needed to reach him, she had to. The girl didn’t even know how she had created the ring surrounded her, but she felt the force tied to the growing pain knotting through her intestines.

How was this happening?

Y/N released the tip of the barrel, but managed to hold the golden ring of dust that floated around them, the width of it shrinking.

The bullet stayed still.

In a daze, and starting to feel weak, Y/N mistakenly glanced at the injured Peter.

The golden light reflected in his eyes, while a stream of blood threatened to drip over them.

I need to help him.

But the girl was drained, she felt herself struggling to keep control of whatever force was bound to the blood in her veins, naeasua coursing through her.

"Y/N?" Peter gasped weakly, trying to move, but unable.

A cry escaped her lips in reply, losing focus at the sound of his voice, the surprise, the anguish.

And that was when Y/N’s wrath unleashed against the surroundings. The girl lurched forward in the sudden surge of energy, breath leaving her lungs in a gasp, then a scream.

The familiar golden light exploded in a thick ring, traveling at such a speed that it severed everyone in its radius. Everyone except Peter.

Y/N screamed again in agony, her voice traveling miles through the vacant fields and overgrown lawns.

She fell to the ground, scraping her knees and hands against the concrete. Her skin was tingling, fingers curling abnormally. Y/N could still feel a slight flicker of power. For a moment, she had felt the most alive in her entire life.

Then, she twitched, and then, she felt nothing.

Peter's eyes widened as he watched Monty and all his men severe in half. The top portion of their bodies toppling over before he could make sense of it. The blood didn’t have a reaction time, the mouths of the victims hanging open until they smacked against the dirt.

Y/N had killed them all. With one scream, with one motion, with one movement. It was over.

Peter shifted his weight, dumbfounded. All alien technology that had come in contact with the golden ring, had disintegrated. It happened so fast that Peter didn't even feel that it was real. How was he still alive? Was he dreaming?

After gathering his senses, Peter immediately turned to the girl. She was still on her hands and knees, panting heavily.

"Y/N?" He called, afraid to touch her. Had she controlled the light? Or was it all coincidence?

Y/N felt an excruciating pain deep within her gut. Something wasn't right. Death lingered around her, and she knew it before she lifted her head.

The smell of rust filled her nose.

She opened her eyes.

The grass had been painted red, pools of blood collecting around the severed limbs. Eyes of the dead rolled back in their heads. Expressions still visible. Hearts possibly still beating.

"P-peter..." She managed to choke out, still too afraid and shocked to move another muscle.

He just stared at her.

Y/N staggered to her feet, legs shaking from fatigue. She stumbled forward to Monty, almost tripping over him as her eyes grazed the destruction.

"Oh god... What have I done?" A sob left her lips, echoing down the lifeless and vacant street.

Y/N fell back to the earth, knees buckling underneath her in a form of punishment, almost threatening that she couldn’t get away with her crimes.

She did this. She was a monster.

Her eyes remained wide open, what happened? Why couldn't she feel anything? The only thing that could make sense was the urge to heal Peter's wound. That was all the girl could think about, a switch in her brain telling her that it was the only way to feel something again.

The power that had manifested inside of her had released. And now it needed to be fed again, craving replenishment almost immediately.

Peter stared at Y/N from a distance, unaware of the revelation. All he could see was the massacre.

One that she had not intended, pure accident driven by an outside force. Judging by the panic setting in, Y/N had no control over her powers, she seemed to know that much. Yet somehow the girl had spared his life.

"Y/N... I-I thought you healed." Peter whispered, finally shifting far enough to feel the bullet still lodged against his collar bone. He trembled with discomfort, sweat intensifying along his forehead.

But no matter his pain, Peter needed to be assured that she was okay.

"I thought I did too." She swallowed hard, guilt thick within her throat. Each breath caused her to wince. She felt like her lungs had collapsed.

"Peter..." She tilted her head to the side, tears falling freely from her eyes. "I need to go..."

Sleep...

She could barely finish her sentence before she passed out. "I need help—"

And then she toppled over. Unconscious.

"Karen!" Peter yelled, frantic. He couldn't move to her side. "Call Mr. Stark!"

"And an ambulance?" She questioned.

"No, Stark will get here faster."

The sound of his phone ringing was all he could hear. His heart was beating so hard it was all he could feel. Peter waited, glancing to Y/N's slumped over frame.

Her chest rose slowly, yet fast enough so that Peter could relax.

Mystifying and fascinating yet destructive. All the power she had been hiding was finally boiling over and Peter was afraid for her well being. He may not have known Y/N for long, but anyone could see that she couldn't handle death. It was the exact opposite of everything she had ever known.

"Helloo? Parker?" Tony's voice blared through the speaker, irritated. Apparently Peter had not heard him the first time he picked up. He was stuck in a trance, wondering how they were going to clean up the dozens of bodies littering the street.

"Parker!" He scolded. "Why are you calling me at 2am?"

"Mr. Stark..." Peter spoke slowly, trying to mask the agitation in his voice. "I need you to come get me right now."

"Did something happen?" Tony asked, instantly worried. He could already hear the man scrambling out of bed.

Peter only called when it was a life or death emergency.

"Something bad." He paused. "Karen sent my location. But I think I have someone you need to meet."

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euphoria // vampire!jungkook

pairing: vampire!jeon jeongguk x human!reader summary: you’re scared of vampires - until one saves your life one night. word count: 1988 + 1808 + 2373 +

chapters: prologue / chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / epilogue

Over the next few weeks, Jeongguk's appearances in your apartment become increasingly frequent until it's a daily occurrence, regardless of whether Seokjin is there or not. Jin is like an older brother to you, and you know he would never allow you to bring home a boy he hasn't given his stamp of approval, let alone a vampire he's never even met.

But the thrill of breaking the rules has always excited you, hasn’t it?

Slowly but surely, you and Jeongguk grow steadily closer. You learn a lot about him: he likes photography, but a part of the curse of vampirism makes it impossible to appear when not seen by the naked eye; impossible to be caught on camera; or reflected in your bedroom mirror, for that matter. He's unintentionally scared you one too many times for you to be comfortable stepping out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around you anymore. He adopted a tiny white dog called Gureum, but he wasn't able to visit ever since he 'died' and was turned - Gureum barked every time Jeongguk even came close. Jeongguk had sniffed himself, wondering if he smelled any different. He couldn't tell.

He also learned a bit about you - like your opinion on pineapples on pizza, which had baffled him endlessly. He'd looked at you, distrustful, wondering how you could possibly not like pineapples on pizza. Equally horrified, you'd turned to him, asking how could a fruit like pineapple possibly belong on pizza? After a lengthy debate, both of you had reached a final decision to agree to disagree. You'd even told him you were saving up to get two tattoos - a fleur-de-lis with mismatched angel wings, a personal choice; and a dragon, a symbol of your family. He'd nodded in approval, lifting up the sleeve of his hoodie to reveal an armful of tattoos. You'd asked about some of them - the tiger lily was his birth flower, and the 'please love me' inked behind it was "wishful thinking"; a skeletal hand making the rocker sign and a lyric by Nirvana was for how he'd wanted to be a singer. Ironically, the lyric said 'better be dead than cool', and Jeongguk had laughed at his own expense.

At one point, both of you had bonded over contact lenses - you had a pair of red ones you'd used the previous year for Halloween, and Jeongguk had screamed when he saw you with them on, thinking you'd been turned and he wasn't there to protect you. You thanked him for the sentiment, plucking the lenses off your eyes as he fell onto the bed in relief. He told you his eyes weren't naturally blue, but brown - he'd been wearing blue contacts when he was turned, and now the color had merged onto his eyes.

Soon, you find yourself anticipating Jeongguk's midnight meetings with you, excitement making you shiver when night falls. You're not surprised when you find yourself falling for Jeongguk, hard. He's basically perfect: he's cuddly (but lean and muscular underneath), just how you like him; always buying you little trinkets that reminded him of you; even going to far as to bring you flowers, sometimes braiding them into your hair. His good looks are just a bonus. His only flaw so far is his love of pineapples on pizza.

On nights like this, you find yourself thinking - what if he was a human? What if the two of you could be something more than just friends? What if he could be yours?

You're rudely interrupted from your blissful, wistful daydream by the sound of harsh knocking on your bedroom window. Your apartment isn't far from the ground - anybody with a good grip could probably make their way out without much sweating. It's probably a prank - one of your exes was petty enough to throw pebbles at your window until Seokjin opened the window and screamed until he fled.

More than a little cranky and annoyed, you barely think about the consequences before you throw the window open and yell out into the gloom: "Who the fück is knocking on my window at one a.m?"

A pair of familiar but haggard-looking blue eyes stare into yours. In the dark, his eyes look purple, until you realize that they're tinged with red. Even though you know full well that it's Jeongguk and he wouldn't hurt you, you can't help but fear for your life: it reminds you of the first time you 'met' him, the vampire starving and driven to kill by the blood-lust that controlled him.

"Permission to enter," he rasps. Normally, his voice is smooth enough to make you swoon, but not today. Today, it is husky and a near growl. "Wards increased power."

You blink. Ward? What ward? You have no clue what he meant, but you grant the young vampire permission anyway, urging him in. The pain and exhaustion is clear on his face, and it worries you, empathy completely overriding your innate 'prey' response of fear. “Thanks, Y/N,” Jeongguk mumbles as he staggers into your arms like a drunk man.

You clap a hand onto your mouth upon seeing the state that he's in. Oh, god. Blood. So much blood.

Oh god, he's covered in blood, dark red liquid painting his white shirt crimson. The metallic tang makes you want to puke your guts out the window, but you notice that there are traces of it on your windowsill, and Jeongguk is dripping the stuff all over the floor. “Jeongguk? Jeongguk, are you okay?” You can hear the desperation in your own voice.

"Hi, Y/N." He smiles at you, a little loopy, the twinkle in his eyes missing. He doesn't look like the Jeongguk you've gotten to know. "Good... to... see... you."

He bares his fangs in a weak grin. One is a little chipped (you've noticed that before), both are gleaming red with blood (that's new).

“Oh my God, Jeongguk,” you whisper, horrified, “what did you do?”

“Sorry… Y/N.” He looks mildly apologetic. "Didn't mean to."

A whimper of a scream escapes you as his eyes roll back in his head and he collapses on top of you, bringing you down to the floor.

You muffle your screech with your sleeve as you shove him off as gently as you can, praying that Seokjin can't hear you from the room across the corridor. Your hands are red with blood, all over your fingers and rolling onto your arms. You wipe it on your shirt in an attempt to get it off, but there's blood under your nails, too. That's not even the biggest problem - whose blood is it?

Thankfully, Jeongguk opens his eyes after a minute or two. It felt like ages to you. He's conscious now, but his irises are redder than when you saw them last. “What happened to you?” you ask him, confused, worried, scared.

He grunts, trying to push himself into a sitting position. There's a long gash on his arm, though it doesn't look very deep. "Got ambushed," he hisses, something feral in his voice. He doesn't quite sound human, but he seems to be holding back in front of you, trying to be human even though both of you know he's not. He carefully pokes and prods himself, trying to find out the sheer extent of his injuries. "Damn hunters again."

You remember what Jeongguk said about the hunters before - humans who knew about the secret nightlife, humans who were so thirsty for some sort of vengeance that they would hunt down vampires, werewolves, and witches alike, regardless of how said creature had treated them in the past. Jeongguk had sneered when he talked about his previous close scrapes with hunters, but this was the first time he'd been caught.

"I took a few down, but there were too many. I tried not to hurt them, I really did. But they didn't hold back, so neither did I." He grits his teeth at a particularly deep cut on his thigh, which sizzles and oozes blood. You stare at it in horror. Did he climb all the way to your apartment with all those injuries? He growls lowly. "Fückin' silver knife." It's the first time you've heard him swear. "Hurts like shït, but it's worse for werewolves." He laughs hollowly.

But why you? Why, of all people, would he come to you?

"You're the only one I'd trust with helping me," he grunts as he plucks a small shard of wood out of his thigh. He tosses it out the window. "Also, this is going to sound crazy, but I think your roommate is a witch. He knows I've been here, and he strengthened the wards around the apartment." He flinches when one of his wounds begins to steam. "That's why I had to ask for permission. He's trying to protect you, but I put both of you in danger by coming here. I think I lost the hunters, but they have a good tracker."

You frown. Seokjin, a witch?

You rewind back to all the times he's seemed particularly magical in any way. Perhaps it's his cooking, and how everything he makes seems to be better than yours even though you're not too shabby a cook yourself. Or maybe it's his looks - most times, he goes unnoticed, but once you make eye contact with him you seem to be unable to look away. It doesn't help that he looks the same as he did ten years ago, you've seen his pictures.

But now is not the time to question Seokjin's humanity. Jeongguk is badly injured, and by the steam rising out of the wounds and the fading light in his eyes, he looks like he may even be dying in your arms. "Let me help you, Jeongguk," you beg, "just tell me how."

Jeongguk shudders, squeezing his eyes shut as a silent scream rips out of his mouth. When he reopens them, the lovely blue of his irises is almost gone, covered by flecks of red. "Blood." Fangs slide out of his gums, and he eyes your neck. "I need fresh blood."

“Fresh… blood?”

"I mean, dead animal blood works too," he adds hastily, "just not as well. I'd heal faster with fresh blood." His voice is deeper and gruffer, and you like the sound of it a little more than you should. "But please, hurry. Make a decision. Once my eyes go completely red, I'll lose all control." His voice goes even lower. "I don't know how I'd live with myself if I hurt you somehow."

You can see his blood-red gaze on your throat, sharp fangs peeking out of his mouth. The look in his eyes is damn near predatory, and you shiver when his tongue darts out hungrily. If this feral side of Jeongguk isn't the hottest thing you've ever seen, you don't know what is.

Slowly, you brush your hair away from your neck, exposing your throat to the young vampire. His gaze pins you to the spot - no doubt he can hear every frantic beat of your heart.

Blue briefly flickers in Jeongguk’s eyes. “Are you sure about this?” He sounds scared for you. “'Cause once I start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” “It’ll be okay, Guk. I’ll be fine.” Are you reassuring him, or yourself? “We’ll be fine.” “If you still say so.” He still sounds uncertain.

As soon as the red bleeds into his eyes, he becomes another person completely. Gone is the Jeon Jeongguk who would make you flower crowns and buy you pretty little trinkets - here is an apex predator (who totally does not get you all hot and bothered, by the way.)

Jeongguk licks his lips, a small smirk on his face. The tips of his fangs are stark white against the red of his lips, and you can feel your cheeks heat up. It’s too late to back out now.

He pounces, pushing you down against the covers, trapping you under him. You gasp as he clamps his teeth onto your neck, fangs piercing through the skin of your throat and sinking deep into your jugular vein. The feeling is foreign, as is the pain, and you struggle a little. Jeongguk lets out an animalistic growl, sucking hard as he pins your wrists above your head. Your eyes flutter shut after a few moments - after the initial sting of the bite fates, all you're left with is a growing sense of euphoria.

All is well until you start to feel woozy. Jeongguk is literally draining away your lifeblood, and if he keeps going you'll be dead in a few minutes. You nudge him gently, but there's no response. You nudge him a little harder, and you get a grunt this time. Not much better, but a little progress is better than none at all. "Jeongguk," you start gently, "that's enough." You hope the thirst has faded enough for him not to lose his temper and snap your neck.

He groans, mumbling something about your sweet blood. You call him again, a little more fear in your voice.

Footsteps sound from across the corridor, and you swear under your breath as your housemate kicks the door open, revealing Seokjin in all his alpaca-nightshirt wearing glory. He's wielding his phone like a weapon, the torch on as he squints. "Y/N, what the-"

He takes in the state of your room - bloodstains all over the floor, the vampire attached to your neck. You're less scared of Jeongguk now, more fearful of your roommate. The only thing worse than an angry and protective Seokjin is a tired, cranky and protective seokjin. “- hell?” Well, you’re screwed.

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pinkplantmakesstuff · 3 years

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Characters creation questions: GW2 edition

Heck yeah! @krystha made another super fun question list thingie! You can find the original one HERE! Again I’ll pop it under a cut because I think it’s going to get a bit long oops!

1. Do you have an idea before or after creating a character?

Before! Like sometimes I’ll just play around to try out different combinations, but that’s just because I like mixing and matching! If I’m going to be making a character I always have an idea of someone in my head already. (Literally I am full of random character ideas there are too many ;0; )

2. Which race is your favorite to imagine a story about? Human! I love the opening options a lot! (Especially the Street Rat start)

3. Which race is your favorite to customize? Human and sylvari - Human because I can make more of my characters, and sylvari because I often end up using them to make other sorts of characters rather then sylvari! Technically in game I have four vari (Only one of which is actually a sylvari, the other three are other things XD)

4. Does the profession play a role in the visual? Yes and no? Like sure Pépin is a mesmer and is very pink, but he’s also very pink in all my other versions of him too XD And my thief wears super fancy expensive looking clothing because she’s rich and likes nice things rather then dressing for stealthyness! Alec I think was originally dressed to sort of fit a necromancer vibe, but that was 5 years ago when I made him so now it’s just sort of, what he looks like 😅

5. Do you often use the same faces? For humans, not at all! There are lots of different ones to pick from and considering I’ve only got 3 humans at the moment I’ve still got plenty I love before I repeat. Sylvari-wise is a bit different because some of them I love and some I’m kinda eh about, BUT I haven’t repeated faces yet!

6. Do you often use the same skin colors? For my first two humans I did, because I’m preeeeetty sure when I first made them Alec and Axelia were supposed to be twins or something, but I can’t remember and that was long ago. The rest are all varied, and my sylvari depends on whatever I think works for the character!

7. Do you often use the same tattoos? Whenever I make a norn (Well, preview norns, I don’t have any) I always like that neck band tattoo one!

8. Do you use the sliders for the face or not? Yup! Always! I normally have a very specific vibe/emotion/expression I want to go for (Rather then look because I know that they won’t look how I want which is also why I draw the character first so I just see them as that when I play!) I really REALLY want a mouth corner slider so we can make them have smiley or sad mouths ;0;

9. Do you bother to pick colors for the starter armor or not? Sort of, I make them all a dark greyish colour and then as soon as I’m on the actual game I slap on some of my fancier dyes!

10. Do you pick carefully the choices for your character base story? Again sort of, I kind of just pick the ones that are closest to what is already in my head!

12. Do you not bother at all and only use a makeover kit once in game? Again it depends! Normally I’ve already planned the character on the aesthetician preview person and print screened the sliders I want, then when starting the game I sort out the sliders and depending or not if the face is exclusive, just pick the closest one til I get a makeover kit!

13. Do you like/use exclusive faces/hairstyles more? On humans I like a lot of the non-exclusives too, but on sylvari I definitely prefer the exclusive hairs, and most of the faces too. Though I do prefer the greater variety of colours that come with the kits.

14. Outfit or armor? If it’s a light class then armour because I’ve got a bunch of skins unlocked, but on medium or heavy classes I have hardly any so out comes the outfits. I do use outfits a lot depending on location too though, like I always love popping them in the clothes that match the temperature of the zone like the Arctic Explorer outfit for cold places! (And that way it doesn’t cost transmutaion charges)

15. Do you stick with one armor for each character or do you change a lot? I have one main “permanent” outfit that I think normally fits the character well, and then the second equipment slot is dedicated to changing clothes and stuff for events etc. Alec is still being designed outfit wise though so he’s changing quite a bit at the moment!

16. If yes, why? Is it for “RP” reasons or just aesthetic ones? I don’t think it counts for rp if it’s just me telling the story in my own head ;0; Pép’s spare outfits WERE because he was a rp character ages ago before we stopped. So they kinda are for rp I guess because I’m like, role-playing the story as I go! That’s why Alec’s DOES keep changing because initially he was jsut aesthetic (I.E whatever I thought looked cool and goth) but didn’t suit his character which is what I’m trying to do now!

17. Do you have a timeline for your characters (ie. date of birth, armors throughout the story)? For my main boy Alec yes! But I haven’t written it down yet, and it’s very condensed for the poor bastard, literally like, a month after Mordremoth he’s gotta get going again (And that’s with him having only just lost his arm a month prior. No wonder he’s so stressed out. So I don’t really stick to like, the official “years”, but there is (And will be XD) a timeline when I get around to it!

18/19. Is there a title you use more than another? It used to be Dark Traveller because it was cool sounding and I only had like, two titles, now each character has a different one that suits them! I really LOVE “Sweet Tooth” though. I forced poor Alec to eat 2,500 Candy Canes just so I could give Pépin the title 😅 I also want to unlock Romantic for Pépin too and alternate between the two!

20. What is a big difference from when you started the game to now in regard of characters creation (ie. going faster, going slower, making bold choices, settling on a particular style, etc)? Considering I started and designed my first characters like, five years ago and then stopped playing for a while I don’t remember. I think I just went “Ohhh I can be cool and gothic I’mma do that,” and now I’m like “ Here are ALL MY IDEAS, time to JAM THEM INTO THIS CHARACTER” and then force the game to be what I want it to be XD

Ah sorry this is so long XD And also I use a lot of !!! oops! Anyway, if people wanna answer these they can anyway but I’ll also tag some people BUT you can also just totally ignore this lmao. I just love questions a lot! @commandertollwife @ashals-dream @commander-wame @captainfinebuns @little-leaf-man @leftincommand

#question meme #i still need a tag for these things oops #matt rambles

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #310

“i get pretty just to fuck my face up.”

Do you have a clock in your room? No. What book, movie, TV show, or video game have you been wanting to start up? I *want* to read The Testaments by Margaret Atwood, but I care more about reading Wings of Fire, so I probably realistically won't for a long time. I don't read enough for that; Sutherland will surely keep pumping out books in the series so I'll never catch up, haha. As for a movie, I've been interested in seeing Jacob's Ladder for a very long time; it served as a very large influence on the Silent Hill series, and boy, anyone who brings up video games in front of me knows SH is my SHIT. I also just know I'm bound to like it with how essentially legendary it is in the psychological horror genre, which is my favorite. Onto TV show, I'm not certain. Shows don't really interest me. I would like to keep watching A:TLA w/ Sara, but "start up" implies beginning something new, so. Lastly, video games. There are a LOT of games I want to play, but yeah, I have no operational gaming console above a PS2. I'm dyinnnngggggg to play a ton of PS4 remasters (namely the original Spyro the Dragon trilogy and SoTC), but as for a fresh game I've never experienced, Ico, which is from the same producers of Shadow of the Colossus. It's an old game, and Mom's bought it off of Ebay for me twice, but neither disc worked - they froze only minutes into the game. It's hella expensive in new condition though because of its age... so who knows when I'll actually get to play it. Do you put anything else on your grilled cheese sandwiches? Just butter. Have you ever read a book in a different language? I've read some simple fairy tales as well as the play Faust in German courses. Do you want to go to the Harry Potter theme park at Universal? I have no connection with the franchise, but I mean, I'd go if you're paying, haha. If you had a secret room in your house, how would you decorate it? I'm trying to think what kind of room I'd keep a secret... Ha, actually, IF my love of tarantulas expands so largely to having dozens (which I doubt, but I acknowledge the possibility once I get my own place), a room kept on the down low to others just for them would be pretty cool. Imagine someone not knowing they're sharing a house with like, a hundred Ts, haha. As for actual decor, I'm unsure. I'd definitely keep it generally dark for them as nocturnal creatures, maybe with some Halloween decorations, like lots of fake webbing and neon green or orange lights. Man... that sounds dope. What did you get your dad for his last birthday? I couldn't buy him anything, nor did I actually make anything since I didn't know what to create. I just told him happy birthday, of course. Do any of your relatives live in another country? No. Are you claustrophobic? In some spaces, yes. Ever seen Blair Witch? Without spoilers, you know "that part" near the end? Yeah, if you've seen it, you know. That would be a fucking NIGHTMARE for me. Even watching it made me squirm. When grocery shopping, do you usually buy brand names or store brand? With most items anyway, we just get the store brand bc we cheap. Around what time do you usually eat dinner? Generally between 5:30-6:30 nowadays. Do you have any clothing that you get dry cleaned? No. Do you like foods with coconut in it? Eugh, not a coconut fan. I don't hate it as much as I used to, but I still don't like it. Have you ever researched your family history? No, but some past relative researched our family tree. Have you ever had surgery that kept you in the hospital for over a day? No. Do you like carrots more if they’re raw, or cooked? I hate carrots. Did you play with Legos as a kid? Nah, I was more into Lincoln Logs. Which bothers you more… spelling mistakes or bad grammar? It really depends on the severity and simplicity of the spelling or grammar rule. Grammatical misuse of "there/their/they're" stand out very strongly to me, though. Have you ever bought anything off of eBay? Yeah, a good number of things. Is anybody in your family schizophrenic? If so, what is their life like? I have a scizophrenic half-sister that I've never met, so I couldn't tell you. How organized is your mind? How do you know it's organized/disorganized? My mind is running Windows '98 with multiple windows and even more tabs open, all of them not responding. :^) Why do you follow the religion that you do? I don't follow one. My personal religious journey was a train wreck liberating to jump off of. Do you feel superior to others because you're that religion? I don't care if you're atheist, Christian, Buddhist, Islamic, whatever - you are by no means superior to another person in any way just because you believe different things happen once you die. If you do, it's time for some introspection. Are you a blind believer, or do you frequently challenge your own beliefs? Seeing as I went from Catholic to Christian to briefly Neo-Pagan-ish to what I am now, just believing there's some higher power/knowledge and some form of sentience after death, I obviously challenge them. What's the greatest thing about science? Life itself. This universe, this planet, your state of just knowing is a product of science, and that's pretty damn beautiful. Are you emotional or very stolid? I know I'm too emotional. I'm trying to get better about it. Do your siblings look like you? To a degree, but not NEARLY as much as they look like each other. Ashley and Nicole have been mistaken multiple times in their lives and even asked if they're twins. How many states have you lived in? Just this shitty one. How many states have you traveled through/vacationed in? Traveled through, a whole lot. Up and down the east coast. I've stayed in New York, Florida, Ohio, Illinois, South Carolina briefly, and I think possibly Michigan as a baby. Which state was/is your favorite? I don't know. Not NC, haha. You have two weeks alone in any place in the world; where would you go? Alone? Um... I dunno. I'd get lonely through two weeks in absolute isolation. How old were you when you first moved out of your parents' home? I want to say I was 18 when I briefly "moved in" with Jason and our roommates. Did you ever have to move back in? Yeah; the apartment didn't last very long. None of us were ready. How old were you when you thought you were "in love" for the first time? I was in love at 16. I'd fight God literally for eternity to prove that fact. How many exterior doors are in your home? Two, or maybe three, depending on your outlook. We have like this deck in the back with a roof and mesh separating you from the outside, and then you properly go into the yard from the door beyond that. How many cars have you owned? I myself, none. How many email accounts do you have? Ummmm my very first one I misspelled, so I didn't use it long before making a new one with the correct spelling, then later I had no choice but to make a Gmail to use YouTube, and I know I've had at least one email specifically for school. I'm probably forgetting some other oldies I used for small things. What was the last movie you watched alone? The Shining. What (if any) one television program do you watch religiously every day/week? None. What (if any) is your favorite sport? Dance. Scoff at that shit and then try one dance session and tell me it's not one. What is your favorite musical? None. Have you ever seen a live opera production? No. Dressing up for an evening out: Pants or skirt? Pants. I don't show my legs. What do you currently hear right now? I'm listening to Dance With the Dead's "The Man Who Made a Monster." I LOVE the aesthetic of synthwave and rock mixed together, but the only problem I have with this song is that it's very repetitive. Still stuck in my head though, haha. What type of survey do you refuse to take? I'm not into bolding surveys, specifically. Do you like to run? bitch fuck no Do you think you could run the mile in 10 minutes? Zero chance. What was the longest movie you watched? Hm, I don't remember... It's faintly there in my head, I just can't identify it... Have you ever been to a job interview? Well yeah. Who was the last person to call you? My psychiatrist. Now that I'm doing the partial hospitalization program again, he calls once a week. When was the last time you talked to your last ex boyfriend? Uhhh I think around the start of this month? Missed him and felt like chatting for a bit. Is your dog mixed or full? I don't have a dog, buuuut... we're getting one soon! I'm quite sure she's a mutt. What was the last thing you and your mother did together? Rode to the pharmacy to pick up my meds. Do you take good pictures? I like to think so. What is your display picture on myspace/facebook right now? The most recent selfie I took and liked. I'm finally comfortable using makeupless photos as a display picture. :') Not that I like my body by any means, I just don't care enough to feel like I HAVE to wear makeup to be even remotely pretty in the face. As for everywhere else... ahahaha. What is going on outside right now? It's raining. Like it has been for what feels like literally weeks - and it might actually have been. There's been one or two sunny days in a huge streak of just nothing but rain. It's so gross outside by now; we've been under a flood warning for days on end. Who was the last person you kissed? My best friend, but we were dating then. What color looks the best on you? Black. Have you ever bought the wrong size because you were too lazy to check it? Oh, absolutely. I LOATHE trying on clothes. You have to essentially drag me to go do it. I don't have a good reason other than I don't want to, lol. What was the last thing you bought over 5 dollars? I put down the deposit on my tattoo. c: Do you have any mag subscriptions? No. What is something you're not scared of but a lot of people are? Snakes are probably the highest on the list. I adore snakes, all snakes. Would you ever have a threesome? No; I'm strictly monogamous and to me would be cheating even if your partner was in on it. Are you an U.S. citizen? Yep. Do you have any step siblings? I have a stepbrother, yeah, but I don't see him as my brother, honestly. He's a very quiet and reclusive guy I've had almost no conversations with, and they've only ever been short. Do they annoy you? Nah, he's fine. How many times a day do you talk to your mom on the phone? Well, we live together... What did you wear yesterday? The same pjs I'm in now. I'm changing when I take a shower later. The tank top is a Day of the Dead-esque skull pattern, while the pants are mostly navy with skulls and candy can crossbones that say "nice until proven naughty" arching over and beneath them. They were a Christmas gift from my sis and are really soft and comfortable. Really don't care that it's now out of season, I wear them anyway. I do not match colors AT ALL, but again, I don't care. What color straightener do you have? We don't have one; neither Mom or I use one. Do you listen to music really loud or really low? Turn that shit up LOUD. I'll be nearly deaf one day, but... worth it? lol Do you live with anybody other than your siblings and your parents? No. Both my sisters have moved out. I'm still here because I'm just not emotionally or financially equipped to live on my own yet. Who was your last crush? I still like my best friend, but agree with her that right now isn't the time for anything. How many tattoos do you have? Currently only six. :( What is your favorite thing to do? Car rides with Mom while I ride passenger, controlling the music nice and loud with my iPod. It's odd, considering I'm very afraid of being on the road, but it's just such a freeing, wild feeling to blare music and just go, letting your mind wander. How many pets do you own? I only have a cat and a snake right now, but we're getting a dog hopefully very soon, preferably today actually when Mom has to go to the appropriate city for her normal check-up to keep her cancer at bay. Her name is Vanna and sounds so perfect for us. Mom can barely wait. Are you close with your parents? Yes, very, Mom especially. Where do you shop the most for your clothes? Hot Topic or Wal-Mart. I'd really like more stuff from Rebel's Market; they have such a wide range of stuff that just scream my aesthetic. I got my purse from there, and it's fantastic quality and so cool-looking. Have you ever read a whole series of books? Well, one trilogy that I remember: Shiloh. I adored those books and the movies. I got very, very deep into Warriors by Erin Hunter, but then my interest in reading waned, and I'm immensely behind. I don't think I'll pick it up again, but I've thought briefly about it. When you tell someone you love them do you mean it? Yes. Are you going to walk at your graduation or just pick your diploma up? I walked. Do you ever eat anything everybody else thinks is gross? Hm, perhaps. I'd have to think for a while. What did you do for your last birthday? I just ate pizza at home with my one sister that was free that day, Mom, and a family friend, as well as opened presents. What do you plan on doing for your 18th birthday? I don't recall, but I think that may have been when I was in the psych hospital. Or was that my 21st? I don't remember. Do you have to type with good grammer? Yes. I type pretty much exactly how I talk. What is your favorite quote? It's hard to pick one singular favorite. Are you allowed to cuss in front of your parents? Dad could care less, but I try to limit myself with Mom, especially with "fuck." She's not a fan, nor does she like if I just swear too much in front of her. Like she won't yell at me or anything, she just makes it clear she wants me to stop. How long was your last phone conversation? Just a couple minutes. I didn't get the Zoom link to group therapy one day and let the place know. Turns out their email was fucking up. Which one of your friends annoy you? The family friend I mentioned a few questions above has the ability to be incredibly aggravating. I love her, but she has zero issue with inserting herself into everything (and sometimes we just don't want to see her), and she voices incredibly rude opinions literally no one asks for a whoooole lot. She's got a strong tendency to try to take control over every situation. Her being our landlord now makes it harder to speak up, and besides, no one wants to hurt her feelings. Don't be mistaken though, she truly is an incredible person with a heart more caring than probably any person I know. Have you ever lost a close friend to death? No, thank fuck. I mean, I think. I do believe one of my childhood online friends committed suicide because of sexual abuse from her own fucking brother, but I guess I'll never know. She was talking to me one night horribly depressed and scared and then just vanished. Bless her, I loved her. Do you know someone who suffers from addiction? Yes. Do you have a lot of pictures in your room? Tons of posters and artwork, anyway. I currently don't have any photographs, but I got this shadowbox thing for my bday to decorate with pictures of Teddy so I can use it in my "tribute shrine" or whatever for him, and I'd also like to frame the picture of Sara's and my first hug and maybe put it on my bedside table. Do you have Facebook? Yeah, I do. Have you ever found a dog/cat on the side of the road? I myself, no, but a friend's mom did find two poor kittens thrown aside in a fucking plastic bag... Some people are abominable. Knowing how much my family loved cats, she reached out to us, and we took them in and named them Aphrodite and... I can't remember the other's name. She disappeared kinda early. Aphrodite wound up being one of my most beloved cats and was even the mother of a kitten that same family adopted. Delilah is still alive, doing wonderfully, and incredibly loved. <3 Aphrodite, meanwhile, as well as all our other cats at the time, were taken by animal control because our neighbors were tired of them wandering, even though they were too fucking cowardly to confront us first. I've said in many surveys that I am very much against outdoor cats, but I wasn't then because I was uninformed and really didn't understand. I wailed and sobbed and just pure shrieked like a banshee outside when we came home to learn they were taken. I have no clue how any are now, and that's the worst part. Do you go bowling in your town? We are in the middle of a pandemic, lol. Even beforehand though, I rarely went. Last time I did was on a date with Girt. We had fun. Do you have a drive-in theater? No sir. What brand is your favorite shoe? Converse. Is your best friend's mom like your own? They're quite similar, yes. Both are very sweet and caring for others. Do you have anxiety or depression? Try both. What is your favorite fast food restaurant? Sonic. Do you own a pair of brass knuckles? Nah. Have you and your friends ever made up a word? Likely as kids. Do you have any embarrassing baby pictures of yourself? Not that I know of. What is the worst smell in the world? Anyone remember that survey I took mentioning my dog's old tumor? Yeah, that after he spent overnight in a diaper and inevitably peed himself in his old age. And he had a UTI. You probably can't even imagine how fucking vomit-inducing that smell was. Do you dye your hair a lot? No. :/ I really wish. I have so many colors I wanna try. Do you have anybody in your family who rides dirtbikes/fourwheelers? Not really? No one in my family owns one. My younger sister would totally go if you asked her and had one for her to use, though. She's done it plenty before. Have you ever rode a dirtbike/fourwheeler? Yeah, a fourwheeler, and it's really fun! Tell me how you got one of your scars? Hmmm, let's think of a unique one. Ah, my shins, left one especially. When I shave my legs, they get unbelievably itchy, even if I use lotion, and I would scratch my skin absolutely raw so often that I have permanent scars. It's partially why I barely shave my legs anymore. Have you ever had a friend who cut themselves? I know many, sadly. I don't know of any that still do, thankfully. I promise, it never helps. If you ever have the urge, I can't suggest enough running where you want to self-harm under cold water or slap the location (like your wrist) with a rubber band. The latter is especially helpful. It's a similar burning sensation and doesn't leave marks. It would help me refrain sometimes. What is your favorite thing to do in the summer? Swim in a nice, warm pool. Otherwise, become a hermit and wait for the outdoors to not be prepared to melt the flesh off my bones. x_x Do you go tanning or do you lay out? Neither, ugh. As you can guess from above, I hate the sensation of heat on me. What is your favorite skin lotion? I just really like cocoa butter. Smells really good and is perfectly moisturizing. Do you use a lot of hair products? The only hair product I use is shampoo, haha. Do you have a cousin you dislike? No. Well, one is incredibly brainwashed and misled by her psychopath of a father, but I love her nonetheless. We talk now and again because family is important to her. Have you ever heard Theory of a Deadman? Yeah, they're good. What is your comfort food? Absolutely ice cream. Who is your celebrity crush? Mark Fischbach/Markiplier is a perfect human being with the looks of a god and heart of a saint and you cannot convince me otherwise. What’s the song you most wish you had written? "Imagine" by John Lennon is a high contendant, for sure. Definitely something I'd write. Have you ever been stuck by someone very annoying on a plane/bus/etc? I think so at one point or another. Did you get lost at all on your first day of high school? Ha, for sure. Have you ever been interrupted during sex? A bitch knows how to act asleep if she hears a door so much as barely squeak, I'll tell you that much lmaooo. Have you ever been recorded doing stupid things while drunk? No. Has a significant other ever called you by the wrong name? No. Have you ever cooked anything and it turned out horrible? I've barely actually cooked anything in order TO fuck up. Have you ever made a bad first impression on someone’s parents? I can't say with certainty, but I think Jason's mom had her doubts about me at first because she commented on the ripped jeans I wore when I went to his house for the first time. She came to love me like her own though, and I love(d) her. I was actually just thinking about her and how she's doing the other day. What is a food that you always are in the mood to eat? Always? Perhaps sour candy, like Sour Punch Straws in specific. Ever held a newborn animal? Many kittens, yes. Do you make a wish when you blow out your birthday candles? I do, but just for the annual appeal of it. I don't actually believe it will have any effect on what I wished, it's just... normal, ig. What is the last thing you searched for online? Medical coding classes. Having trouble finding any free ones that are actually legit... Is it wicked hard for you to sleep when it's hot in your room? It's borderline impossible. Do you dunk your cookies in milk? Sometimes, and almost always with Oreos. Do medical terms make you uncomfortable? Ha, speaking of medical coding... No, not really. It's unnerving to hear "you have _____," but I understand it can be something so, so minor. Of course, it could be the exact opposite, but. I also actually find it quite interesting to learn the Latin roots of the terms. Are you afraid of failure? Beyond measure. Have you been called a bad influence? Yes, to my former friend's son. Not that that witch of a woman was a great person. I'd love to know how an infant can be negatively affected by receiving nothing but love from his "aunt," also having no concept of understanding about me being unemployed and not very "adult-ish" in general, which I'm sure is what she meant. Normally judgment hits me deep, but that shit I just rolled my eyes at.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''bottom is a rock'' by mother mother

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All of the colors. Knock yourself out

Alright, Anon. I see you. I’ll leave out the ones I’ve already done though <3

red: describe your favorite shirt Blue. Literally just blue. Tight, but not too tight. Makes my biceps and boobs pop so it’s pretty nice.

blue: preferred type of weather? Rain or snow.

purple: a poem you think describes your closest friend Not a poem, but “I’ll be right beside you to the very end.”

turquoise: favorite sea animal? Dolphins.

cyan: are you religious? spiritual? Uh, I believe in more than one god and lean more toward Roman/Norse mythology than religion. I believe in every god, really. But I’m not submitting myself to blind faith for a cult I know nothing about.

violet: are you a part of the lgbt+ community? Lesbian through and through.

aqua: do you thrift? Do I...what? Thrift as in steal or thrift as in buy on sale? Because yes.

black: would you ever try going vegetarian or vegan? No.

coral: an animal you wish hadn't gone extinct Bro...Dodo birds. They were dope.

grey: how many languages do you speak? do you want to learn any more? Technically I only fluently speak English, but when I was younger I only spoke in Italian except to my family sejfnskejnfdjskn. I’m learning Latin right now and I can still speak Italian but not nearly as much. I know bits of French, German, Japanese, and Czech though. Beside Latin, I don’t really wanna learn any others.

maroon: do you care for clothing brands? Adidas and 511. Adidas because I’m a slut for soccer and 511 because their pants are so COMFY BRO. But they’re expensive so I only own a 511 belt </3

rose: favourite scent on a person? Something...floral. Roses or cherry blossom. Coconut is nice too. Vanilla is cliche but you can never go wrong with it.

charcoal: have you ever been camping? No and I do not wish for it ever.

claret: do you play an instrument? do you want to learn to play any? Trumpet and guitar. 6 years, 11 months.

copper: gold or silver jewelry? Neither, but silver probably. Just looks nicer with my skin tone.

cream: any piercings or tattoos? do you want any? None. I don’t even have my ears pierced. However, I do want a snake tattoo on my thigh lmaoo.

salmon: how many pairs of sunglasses do you own? Like 5 but I only wear one because they’re aviators :D

indigo: have you ever lived on a farm? Nope but I have stayed on one for about a month.

lavender: relationship status? Single but I do have a tumblr wife: @maritasdump

erin: what was/is your best school subject? ENGLISH BECAUSE I CAN WRITE ESSAYS IN LITERALLY 15 MINUTES

fulvous: another name you think would suit you Ew, uh...well, Vi. It’s my nickname since it’s the shortened version of the nickname of my real name, but it fits me better.

coconut: a subject you enjoy learning about Rome and Latin :D

frost: a -core you enjoy A what.

porcelain: an tv show you used to love Powerpuff Girls, Teen Titans (original), eh

fawn: any interesting family stories? Well, one time my brother got a stick stuck in his shin. Kinda funny. Another time my brother broke my leg while on a trampoline Another time my brother almost broke my ankle by daring me to jump off a 20 foot ledge. Another time I made my brother bleed with my nails for taking my skittles. I could go on...it’s just a lot of sibling violence.

gold: do you wear your socks mismatched? I used to but I just wear black socks now. (Except for soccer)

honey: your thoughts on magic- does it exist? Yeah. Just in different forms:)

rust: form of art you enjoy doing? Writing lmao. But I guess just sketching is fun.

mahogany: your sun, moon, and rising signs I have 0 desire to calculate that because I don’t know it off the top of my head but I’m a capricorn and I feel like that’s enough information

blood: twin beds, queen, or king? ...And there was only one bed...

hot pink: did you/do you had/have strong feelings against the color pink? Hot pink is nasty but regular pink is cool asf. My soccer socks for October games are pink and I wear them every practice/game.

plum: a food you've never tried A lot, but I’ve tried a hella ton of European foods. So, uh...I’m not really sure. Something non-American (all Americas), non-EU, and non-Asian, I know that.

lilac: dogs, cats, or fish? CATS.

amethyst: do you collect anything? Knives.

mulberry: earbuds or headphones? Eh...Depends what I’m doing. Voice chat? Headphones. Music at the bus stop? Earbuds.

azure: jean jackets? My God - on other people? Hot. On me? I’ll stick to leather.

teal: have a job? Not yet.

sapphire: do you think you can sing well? For the most part, yeah. Trying to incorporate my guitar playing with it and it’s going pretty smoothly.

mint: favourite flavour of gum? Juicy Fruit simply because my grandmother got me hooked on it from a really young age. That or plain ol’ wintermint.

pecan: shuffle your playlist, what's the first song that comes up? Follow by Breaking Benjamin

penny: icecream or cake Ew. Sweets are a hit or miss for me, but um? Probably ice cream.

ash: can you do your own makeup? Hell no. I’ve only worn makeup twice and it was applied by someone else.

jade: ever written fanfiction? EKFMNSKENFJKDSN SO MUCH.

grape: how many blogs do you follow? 346!

umber: do you brush your teeth before you eat? No, ew. Why would you do that?

chestnut: type of phone you have iPhone 10 XS. Got it last May...First new phone I’d ever owned. Went from an iPod that could only call, to a phone that could only call, then an iPhone 5 until I was 15. They were all hand-me-downs and I never complained. They worked fine.

prussian blue: what's your first choice at the vending machine Soda, probably. If it’s food, either the chips or the rice krispy <3

aquamarine: beach or pool Pool. I’ve come too close to death at the beach to enjoy it anymore.

brass: least favorite food condiment Mayo/horse radish.

mustard: how much sugar in your tea/coffee? All of it.

silver: ever broken a bone? My entire leg and foot <3

rose quartz: rings or necklaces Necklaces with rings. I’m serious. But if I had to choose, rings. It’s the gay in me.

onyx: do you still play Minecraft? Sometimes?

burgundy: ever ridden a motorcycle? NO BUT I WANT ONE MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE FRIGGIN UNIVERSE

apricot: opinion on 3 in 1 body wash/hair wash wait those exist?

platinum: do you follow politics? Dude I didn’t know Trump was president til this year

magnolia: your Instagram handle? ha, nice try, luzer.

Bro I am LATE to somewhere because of this but I enjoyed it. Thanks again, anon! <3

Color Asks (I am closing this shite because I AM TIRED)

#asks #anon

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beabythemountains · 4 years

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First of all, I want to thank those who did their best to make me look beautiful in this shoot. Will forever be in gratitude to you 💗

Secondly, I want to warn everyone who reads this that I am reserving my right to this post and whoever tries to use this in any way in prejudice against me, without my consent, shall be faced with legal consequences under the Privacy Act of 2012 (RA 10173) and other relevant laws. (I basically chose this platform because I want to be privately open about my experience without having to attack anyone who knows me in social media.)

I guess this is an open letter to people who are yet to open their minds. I wrote this August 21, 2020 after crying about it.

I received the final edits of my photos today. I have a cup of tea beside me, and cases and books on this table I am yet to read (I’m now in my fourth year in a post-graduate course.) But I just needed to pause and think about something for a bit. Today, my heart mourned.

Today was also the day I decided to color my hair back to dark brown/black.

As many people I know know, I work in government service. It has been 2 years and 1 month since I entered. Since entering, I’ve witnessed and experienced my fair share of Filipino government office gossip and, having been raised in a family and having had chosen church friends who do not condone this kind of culture, it has been one heck of an emotional ride and plenty adjustments had to be made. Many deep breaths were taken and many “it is what it is” have been whispered just to get to this level of adjustment I’m in now.

And I think I have finally adjusted to it — you meet different people everyday, you work with different age groups, and you have to adjust to a certain level of response to each different person.

And so, one day, I decided to color my hair purple/violet. Basically, the way people who like to color their hair blonde (or ash or light brown) like to do so, that’s the same way I like to color my hair purple, only in a different color. But aside from that, it’s my favorite color. I like different. I like unconventional. And not that I like it loud, I just don’t like common (similarly to how I am not a fan of mainstream stuff; but I don’t hate it, disclaimer). And it’s not that I decided to do it out of spite or out of a moment. I studied it and thought about it for a long time. I also love research so I enjoyed how I studied it and making it happen. About the color, I’ve always wanted to have purple hair, for aesthetics. The color matches well with green/blue green/pale yellow (actually any pastel color) because of contrast and looks soooo good with white — colors that do not usually compliment my skin color when worn. I’m not really cautious or conscious with what I wear because I’ve always thought that it doesn’t really matter as long as one is comfortable in it and doesn’t really affect people around him/her. I’ve also been very adventurous with my hair — I’ve tried very long, very short, straight, curly, wavy. I just don’t care what other people think of what I do to my hair or what I wear. I mean, it’s just my hair, if you don’t like it then don’t do it to yourself! 😂 What has been stopping me to color it before was just because I do not have the resources. I was only a student, imagining what it would be like to color my hair. And now I have the means to do it!

I studied it. Of course, first of all, I studied if it was prohibited. I researched every manual or regulation I could find about dress code and stuff in the government service. I found that it says in the civil service that with regard to hair, it shall be governed by the internal rules and regulations promulgated by the respective agencies/office. As to our office, there is no such rule or regulation.

So I figured, it was okay. I would not be violating anything. So the next thing I studied was how to do it. I also figured it would be cheaper if I do it at home than have it done at a salon (you know how expensive it is!) I studied it very closely and thoroughly in a way that I can do it successfully in a cheaper way and in the least damaging way possible. All in all, I only spent between 1,100-1,500 pesos to achieve this color at this length and still keep it healthy. And I was successful! It wasn’t perfect (see the colors are not even), but I was really happy. ☺️😊💜 I was very patient with my hair. I did bleach it then rested it for two weeks. Bleached then rested. Bleached then rested, until it’s light enough to have it colored (a total of 6 weeks I think.) I bought hair mask and hair treatment to keep it alive (included in the estimate) so I achieved my violet hair while keeping it healthy.

The first week of going to office with this hair, of course, was fun, and shocking for people. My friends were happy with me and supportive. I was so happy that time. I wake up everyday smiling, filled with joy and ideas of how I can wear my hair. I still got my work done the way I should, everything else is normal and the same, except for my hair. Everyone else also got to do their work the same. I expected also some retaliation. Of course, it’s new! Waaahhh “girl with violet hair!” — stuff like that. But I just laughed at it knowing that I did not violate anything. I tried my best to always keep the mood light when they talk about my hair and I was saying things that they can relate it to like cartoons or anime or kpop, or things that have similar color like rambutan or dragon fruit. Overall, it was a fun week.

The second week, some people started talking to me about changing it back to blonde (I was blonde for a few weeks while I was patient for it to lighten). Some are threatening me that I will receive a memo regarding this. Some are saying it’s bawal daw kasi nasa office ako. It started getting toxic. I know full well I am not violating anything. They also know full well there is no regulation against it. (They tried looking for it too!) When they say “bawal” I just tell them “wala naman pong regulation.” They answer “ehh oo, pero palitan mo na a?” or “first time kasi na may ganyan kaya palitan mo na a?”

Similarly, I was also still able to do my work without my hair affecting my job, or even affecting other people’s jobs. My immediate boss does not really talk to me or react to my hair. She still asks me to work on things to the advancement of our office’s goals and missions. My hair has never been an issue between us.

But gossip still spread like wildfire in the office. I wasn’t speaking much, but the talk continued. By the end of the second week, I’m exhausted from all that I hear. By the end of the week, I received no memo.

Of course, I have a friend I opened this up to because I’m an emotional baby and I would cry about it. I would cry about it because I really love my hair. I would cry about it because I spent so much time and effort and resources in researching, studying, and buying stuff to be able to achieve it. I’m crying over it because I’m not violating anything yet I’m receiving retaliation to the point that people are scaring me to bring it back to normal or blonde out of mere gossip that some people are not fond of it.

My friend, still very supportive and in agreeing that she also does not understand why they are terrorizing me, asked me whether I still think it’s worth it. At that time I answered “YES!” with all vigor because I was just so sure that I wanted this, and it doesn’t really matter because it doesn’t affect my work and the gossip didn’t hurt me too much yet to rid me of my freedom of expression. She’s supportive but worried about me. She knows that I can stand on my decision but worried my emotional self will get hurt by all these.

So I went to office again the third week with purple hair (as you can see I’m interchanging purple and violet in the whole passage because I’m not sure which is which 😂😂), bracing myself for gossip but still keeping my joyous self and keeping my cool. I continued my work, people still stare at me, whisper in my back, and that’s fine with me. I was getting used to my hair being like that that I sometimes forget it’s purple. However, longer (it’s already long) story short, the gossip has gotten worse. And this time, people who were once supportive or once indifferent to my hair color change were suddenly mobbing me. Their comments were loud but without basis. They would say it repeatedly, like a ringing in my head, whenever they see me. Some would even laugh at me, touch my hair then laugh to my face, or even on my back. They would continually scare me saying I would be disciplined, or called to the investigative office, even if I was not violating anything. What they just keep saying is that it’s “bawal” and that it’s the first time they saw something like it in their years of government service.

I felt like I was back in primary school, and in a private one. Which instead of only the kids bullying me, even the teachers are terrorizing me for something I did that wasn’t disallowed in the policy. The people are so loud in my head. They were talking without so much reflection. Was it just out of gossip? Or do they think it’s ugly? Why can’t they just say so? Will the office be hurt? My thoughts were exploding with questions no one provided me the answer to. Imagine one girl against that much noise. Their noise was louder than my hair color, honestly, because people will get used to my hair, but I will forever be marred by how I was bullied by people in my office (AND I’M 24!) It was kind of traumatic. I thought about what my friend asked me: is it still worth it?

So I dyed most of my hair back to a darker color (I left remnants of my colored hair in not-so-seen parts). But I leave these questions for people to reflect on:

* Are we still in a time when hair style, what we wear, or tattoos on our bodies still define how we look at a person? Does it really matter? Does it matter at work? At school?

* How will people be able to express themselves if at the first sight of change, we are hampering it, without understanding it or giving it a chance? Can you imagine how much potential would have occurred or blossomed if we didn’t hamper it?

* Will we keep looking down on youth? Will we always impose hierarchy against young potentials? Will we never open our minds to their views which actually make sense if we just reflect on it?

So I dyed my hair back to dark brown/black. Not because I caved in (or maybe I did). Not for you, but for my peace. I don’t want to go on another day facing judgment and tyranny from people who refuse to open their minds and who I don’t affect AT ALL. I want my peace back.

But I mourn for you. I mourn for all the people who have kept their minds closed. I mourn for all the people who have already experienced such, and I hope that you will not experience it again. I hope your daughters and sons will not experience the same trauma I felt.

I browsed through these edits and, while admiring my hair, I cried a little bit for the people who did not appreciate it and for those against it. I hope I can wake up one day when hair color is no longer an issue in the workplace. And reminder lang din na ang government issues ngayon ay COVID, corruption (pariiiin eh it’s 2020), politicians na hindi nakikinig sa mga taong bumoto sakanila, etc.

Bow. 😊😊😊💜

#hair #haircolor #purple #violet #hair ideas #toxic office culture #gossips #what gossip does #privacy

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Hey dude, I really like your music taste so do all the music questions that you didn't already answer 🌚

OK DUDE HERE THEY COME (except 1,6 & 14) ... ok lets do number 1 again What's a song you've been listening to a lot lately? as the world caves in by Matt Maltese, if I get high by nothing but thieves, and literally anything off waterparks’ new live album, that thing makes me feel so ALIVE bc like LIVE MUSIC Is there an album you recently discovered and are obsessed with it now? well waterparks live in the uk obviously but if the last 6 months count as recently, then the new abnormal by the strokes. its... absolutely breathtaking. I don't have words. 0 words. except these dudes know what the fuck they’re doing. and then I found the devil and god are raging inside me by brand new and jeeesus. literally Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ was my most played song in 2020 AS IT SHOULD BE bc its EVERYTHING this album is THE SHIT. every song is just *chef kiss* like there's limousine (omg limousine) and you won't know and not the sun and AHH listen to these albums omg Put your playlist on shuffle and show the first 10 songs. No cheating. i assume “your playlist” means all my saved songs so Topography by Civilian (pls go listen its SO great) Na Na Na by mcr yees issa classic Du schreibst Geschichte by Madsen omg geeerman just saying by EDEN (pretty pretty pretty) Westerland von den Ärzten another classic letdown by nothing,nowhere. sad but the good kind of sad The Man by the killers making fun of toxic masculinity gives me LIFE Graffiti by CHVRCHES YES and death stranding by CHVRCHES too YES SO GOOD simmer by Hayley Williams, a queen How do you tend to discover new music? If you do at all of course I do enjoy what Spotify suggests, like my weekly mix brought a lot of bops in the past, although sometimes it just sucks lets be real. I also like the artist- or album-radio, when I wanna find something similar to an album but not the album. and another thing I lovvve is when artists I like recommend music, for example, have you seen dallon weekes instagram stories? THE TASTE? bc yes, someone who writes music like that MUST have a superior taste in music and he fucking does.

What app do you mostly use to listen to music? Spotify :) Is there an artist that you feel ashamed of listening too? I can't think of anyone so probably not What is your favorite album cover art? omg. I have to go with more than one. so there's where the mind wants to go/where you let it go by I the mighty, one of my favorite albums of all time, and I'm going to say it how it is, I LIKE THE COLORS. the blue-ish imagine with the red omg. look at it pls. Also fandom by waterparks looks SO COOL. again the COLORS and I love the art for Isola by Kent. I recently discovered you wouldn't believe what privilege costs by civilian and I think that cover is pretty cool too. well and then there's petals for armor by Hayley Williams, the cover art is so fucking powerful Jesus I get goosebumps just thinking about it. in case you don't know about it, long story short: there's been a lot of shit going on in Hayleys life in the past. relatable imo. then they made after laughter and its been like u know what fuck it we’ll just laugh and dance through the pain. together. and I LOVED the vibe omg it gave me so much. but for Hayley it kinda postponed REALLY dealing with shit. she came home from touring with AL and she also got divorced during the AL era and everything's shit and out of all that came petals for armor. and in it she reclaims femininity, being alone, being powerful, being a women, everything. and ah yeah we were talking about the cover art, the cover is her, having a line of squares on her face, three of these squares are tattooed on her fingers though bc its where her ex husbands initials used to be that she got covered up. WHAT A MOVE. THE POWER. (if anyone is interested in hearing Hayley talking about/explaining all this, I really recommend watching her interview with zane Lowe. its SO GOOD basically free therapy) How much did your parents influence your music taste? a. lot. my dad listened to a lot of “dad rock” you may call it, I guess a lot of dads listened to stuff similar to this. Deep Purple, the police, simple minds, Green Day, Billy Talent, the scorpions and things like that. what influenced me the most tho was the beatsteaks (german band, very good), die Ärzte (german band, very good) and LAST BUT NOT LEAST the fricking blues brothers. my favorite movie (not the 2000 remake, go watch that in hell where it belongs), a great, charismatic band, unbelievable live performances. very big WOW from me. Do you own any vinyl? don't get me started omg. I DO. I wish I could take a photo but my records are at my parents house so ill just name my favorites. -after laughter and brand new eyes by paramore -violent things by the brobecks and their song boring on 7inch (this is very rare ok) -razzzzmatazzz by idkhow in gold :) -may death never stop you by mcr (my first one, I bought it first and then bought a record player for it, that's how it started lol) -omg the black parade is dead by mcr, this was never available on vinyl until record store day 2019 (?) and I hunted that bitch like idek what it was insane but I found a super cute small record store and the owner didn't have copies of it bc NOBODY DID but he fucking CALLED THE LABEL even though it was way too late and he asked if they'd send him a copy and THEY DID I FUCKING OWE THIS MAN -and omg Isola by Kent (in Swedish tho bc the English version was never pressed on vinyl) this was intense. I searched for like 2 weeks and then, on google results page 8 or something, I found what could've been the only copy on the damn internet and it was very expensive but its MINE NOW -my signed vertigo vinyl by EDEN, its clear and on side D it doesn't have music but a little message engraved it the vinyl IT IS CUTe -Placebos MTV unplugged! I am so I love with this album. SO. in love. and one day, when I was in Berlin to see palaye royale, back when we had concerts, I walked by a random record store and they have like 4 records left bc they were closing or idk and the only one displayed in the window was this one. tell me about FATE Do you own any cds? not many. sometimes when im at the store and I see ones I know or like, I just buy them and put them in me moms car bc I want her to listen to them. or when I find a cd by a smaller artist I enjoy, I buy it just to push the nachfrage. HI i am HERE and I WANT this music Is vinyl really better than listening on a digital device? im not gonna be that middle aged white male audiophile that hates on our generation for using Spotify. bc its great. I think its just different. I mean im sorry I don't carry my record player on the bus with me, pls forgive me for using my phone? having immediate access to most of the music that is out there? wow. what a concept. I love the internet. YES TECHNOLOGY. but. vinyls are... different. I feel likes its a different kind of listening. I feel like youre rly LISTENING. and that way isn't better, or right, and im not saying it works like this for everyone. but when I put a record on, my only activity at that moment is listening to music, I sit down and I listen. to the entire album. so skips and no pauses, bc that's how it works. and I think that sometimes, that can do a lot for you. if you let it. and besides that, physically owning a record makes me happy on a level nothing else really does. fuck I love music so much and when I fall in love with it, I fall hard. and then owning a copy of it, something I can touch, something that is MINE, putting it in my little shelf, looking at it every few days and just being in love? fantastic feeling. What is a genre of music that you tend to go to for comfort? sad shit. I feel like I can get great comfort from the sad shit. or maybe just slow shit. and songs that mean a lot to me and have been around me for some time, they have this other level of comfort. like for Emma, forever ago by bon iver for example. I have a playlist, maybe I'll reblog this again and link it ;) Do you tend to like poppy upbeat songs, or more intricate and interesting songs? both. sometimes I wanna have complicated stuff and analyze the shit out of lyrics and instrumentation, sometimes I just wanna v i b e If you have a favorite band or artist, tell us about how you got into them I liked paramore before but when they posted the video of them performing last hope at reading? it was over. when Hayley sang the bridge it was over. now im a die hard fan and I never looked back Is there a song that came out this year that you like? maybe after reading all this shit you expected a list but somehow I can't. where do u even start. but the answer is definitely yes. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING I COULD GO ON FOR DAYS

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