#not the whole name ofc because that would be legally troubling

[martianbugsbunny]

Being a writer be like:

Nice name you have there...mind if I steal it? *yoink*

[neverchecking]

That Wild facesitting one was so good omfgjskdkk

It gave me the idea of what if reader thinks the Chain (don’t forget Sage) are just doing so great and wants to give them a reward/gift but doesn’t know what so reader asks what they want.

The Chain ofc are so excited cause THEIR GODDESS WANTS TO GIVE THEM SOMETHING??

As they all think of smt, a couple of them are saying something along the lines of “nothing as long as you’re here we’re happy :)” which ofc reader thinks is so sweet and gives them a hug (cue smug smirks at the other Links bc reader hugged them HA)

As they all mull over their options bc obviously they don’t want to mess up this opportunity, ONE OF THE CHAIN STRAIGHT UP JUST SAYS “Sit on my face” WHETHER INTENTIONALLY OR NOT, EVERYONE IS IN SHOCK AND BEFORE ANYONE CAN SAY ANYTHING— reader agrees red faced bc she loves her boys oh so much ;)

Cue everyone saying they want the same thing bc they would honestly happily die at the opportunity

So sorry if this is a bit much it just came to me

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No-no, don't be sorry, I love requests like these bc the idea of Sage vs. the Chain brings me so much serotonin! Like Mhmmmmm-

Fun fact: someone flagged that post  😭Which you guys can find -> Here!

Sage is TotK Link if you didn't know!

Anyway, smut so MDNI! 18+!

Smut CW: AFAB! reader, face sitting with multiple partners, praise

・❥・So, we all know that Reader has the entire chain wrapped around their finger. No ifs, ands or buts about it.

・❥・Especially after Sage joins them.

・❥・While there is silent fighting between him and the others, they make an effort to show you a united front because you are who they are all fighting for.

・❥・As far as your concerned, they're all buddies. (that was so far from the truth it was laughable, but it kept you happy, so it was the assumption that would remain.)

・❥・That being said, when they're all together in Wind's Era (The boy was at home with his sister and Grandmother, leaving the adults to fend for themselves) and you're in ear shot, they do their best to be on their best behavior. Even if Wild and Sage are shooting the most passive aggressive insults at the other, since, as we've accomplished, Sage is adamant on knowing exactly where your food comes from.

・❥・He refuses to let that failure cook for you. Not when he can do so. He has a bigger repertoire of recipes and more skills to his name than the other does. That...man can barely get through a fucking swim without blacking out because of a memory let alone stay there long enough to ensure your food is as quality as it should be.

・❥・(AN: For legal reasons, I would never think of Wild like this, I absolutely love him with my whole heart. BUT Sage does think like this because he's an asshole.)

・❥・So, while the two are cooking, the others do their own things around the makeshift camp. Weapon maintenance, gathering firewood, admiring your perfect figure as you do nothing but read under a tree.

・❥・ Sage, of course, finishes your food first, settling beside you close enough your hips are touching his. You thank him, eagerly eating whatever was given you (They had to be sneaky about the fighting between himself and Wild, as you had no idea about the tension between them).

・❥・About mid-way through your meal, you set down your bowl, brows furrowed as a troubled expression muddled your features.

・❥・Which just would not stand. Was the meal not to your liking? Was there something wrong? Would they have to dispose of that blasted bastard who dared to try and impose on their territory that good for nothing pest-

・❥・"I feel like I owe you guys some sort of thanks for all of this."

・❥・Oh.

・❥・So he would get to live another day. Pity.

・❥・"You don't owe us a thing, Angel. We are happy to do it." Wars beamed, sitting on your other side regardless of Sage's snarl pointed at him. "No reward needed." The captain smirked, leaning into your space.

・❥・You didn't seem pleased by the answer, brows pinching further together. "...It doesn't seem right."

・❥・"Songbird, your presence is thanks enough." Sky piped up, eyes so wide and earnest, Sage feared he'd cry over you. Again.

・❥・"Airhead is right, Darlin'," The cowboy added, dropping a stack of logs near the fire. "It's a blessin' in and of itself being able to treat you like 'da Goddess you are."

・❥・Sage prided himself on know you though. He knew you well. And he knew you well enough to know that once an idea like this entered your pretty little head, it wouldn't leave. No, not without a fight in the very least. And that was a fight he didn't want to go through. Not with you.

・❥・He just had to pick something that would benefit you more than him, hiding it under the guise of thanking him.

・❥・"As much as it pains me to say this, they're right." Legend piped up, moving to crouch in front of you, easily redirecting your attention from where you were watching Warriors to look at him with his index hooked under your chin. "As long as your happy, we're happy, sunshine."

・❥・"But I don't wanna take advantage of you guys! That would make me no better than Hylia. I can't just ask these things from you without any form of thanks. That's not right." You cupped Legend's cheeks with your own hands, either not noticing or ignoring the way his cheeks lit up under your touch.

・❥・No, you had too much of a heart of gold to let this go. It was what made you so much better than that fraud that placed this destiny upon them in the first place.

・❥・Like a stroke of genius, it hit him. It was too perfect of an opportunity to pass up. While it would sound like it would benefit him, it really would all be for you. It would be perfect. A way to show his true devotion to you. His fidelity and dedication to you, his glorious deity.

・❥・"Sit on my face."

・❥・He wished he had the foresight to pull out his Purah pad to take a picture of your face, which lit up an absolute ruby red as your whipped around to face him. Sage merely shrugged like it was a reasonable request. In his mind, it was. What wasn't reasonable about it?

・❥・Shocked silence fell around the group, some angrily sputtering at the audacity while others had to question if that was a real option.

・❥・"You mooncalf! Have some class, would you?! Especially in the presence of-"

・❥・"Is that what you want?" Wars tirade was cut off by your meek voice as you pulled your hands away from Legend's face. The vet himself looked seconds away from crashing as he caught onto what you were hinting at.

・❥・Sage smirked, something sharp and devious as he cracked his knuckles in front of him. "Absolutely. I think it would be a pretty damn good way to thank me."

・❥・"You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Y/n." Hyrule quickly pipes up, stepping closer as he shot a glare too sharp for his soft features at the newcomer. How dare that filth sully you in such a way and how dare he think of it before he could-

・❥・You were silent for a moment, shuffling for a second before letting out a breath. "If that's what you want." You finally decided, and the group was descended into chaos once more.

・❥・Cries of 'that's an option?!' and 'Hey, wait! I want that too!' erupted as the others scrambled to separate you from that degenerate, but he had latched on. His smirk was wide and knowing as he pulled you from Wars and Legend, closer to himself.

・❥・"It's exactly what I want. Now, are you crawling up or am I gonna have to pull you up here, sun flower?" Sage nipped at your neck as your went from ruby to crimson.

・❥・"Right now?!" You squeaked, eyeing the other males around you.

・❥・"You asked, I answered." Sage didn't care. This was a way of staking a claim. Of showing them all that no matter what, he would win. That he would make you feel so much better than anything they could do.

・❥・Silence fell for a second.

・❥・"Dibs on going second!" Was Wild's sudden call before there was arguing once more.

・❥・"Ya can't call dibs!" Twilight barked. "This isn't some sorta playground game where you can call for turns-"

・❥・"Third." Time spoke solemnly, nodding his head slowly. Sage honestly forgot he was there.

・❥・Twilight looked scandalized at the single word before Four was calling his namesake for the turns. Realizing that he either called or went last (Which wasn't too bad of an option in his books), he quickly rectified his horror and instead went to shove Warrior's by the face to call for fifth.

・❥・ In the time it took for him to recover, Sky and Hyrule had already called sixth and seventh respectively. And, with a shake of his head, Legend smirked. "I'll go ninth then. Pretty boy can go in front of me. Besides, you know what they say about saving the best for last."

・❥・"That it'll be worth nothing since it could never top the first." Sage cheekily called back, pulling off his top throwing it to the side so his torso was bare for the world to see.

・❥・"Why are you stripping?!" Sweet, naive you squeaked, trying to advert your eyes. If only they weren't glancing back at the toned abs and chiseled pecs. Oh great golden Goddesses.

・❥・With a chuckle, Sage pulled you closer with firm hands locked around your calves, pulling them apart to slot himself between your legs. Your hips were pulled up onto his lap before he was leaning down, wrapping an arm around you with his hand resting in the arch of your back. He quickly fell back to you were sitting on his chest, your legs straddling his upper chest as he looked up at you with nothing but pure, devious intentions. "For one simple reason, my light." He chuckled pulling you further up his chest as he licked his lips.

・❥・"I don't plan on letting you go until the only name you can remember is mine."

[mister-mickey]

Tim x Darry headconnons plz (like if they can get married or what is it like if they have an adopted child) SORRY TO ASK SO MUCH I just love this ship and its really my favorite one

THANK YOU🙏🏻

Omg tarry is my favorite pairing, I have made these little ship headcanons as well (tarry hcs)

BUT onto these ones

They mostly bond over being both the leaders of their respective gangs and over taking care of their younger siblings ❤️

They are terrible with emotions, communication between them is like pulling teeth 😭

They also have a hard time with each others siblings. Darry CANT STAND curly and is scared of Angela. Tim gets along with both pony and soda but anytime he gets them into trouble darry gets mad at him.

He’s really rather not piss his beau off

They’ve known each other since they were kids (thanks to living in the same area) but were never friends. It was only really after Darry got more involved in greaser stuff that they got along lol

Tim can’t cook for shit. He tries but it sucks so bad. Darry keeps trying to help him but Tim is unhelpable.

Darry is aware that Tim can handle himself, but still gets protective when ppl talk about him. Tim gets mad every time (but also does the same thing)

And omg I’m all the way into this list realizing that I did not answer the other part of the question so I’ll do that now

So for marriage (not legal for homos in the 60s sadly, so I’m sure it’s just a celebration among friends and family) it probably takes them awhile. I can’t imagine either of them really wanting to settle straight away. Maybe they’re in their late twenties/early thirties

Tim probably moves into Darry’s house after pony and soda move out (and after angie and curly are well off enough to be alone)

Tim probably stops gang life in his twenties, just because he gets older and more mature (and not cool anymore) darry stops once the others stop.

For the wedding, again, family and friends. Probably in the form of a cookout at their house. They get rings but I don’t think either of them wear them (they don’t seem like jewellry wearers. They probably keep them on chains around their necks)

Pony officiates lol. Idk I just feel like he would. Soda cries the whole time (Steve has to physically pull him off of darry)

I imagine dally and curly pulling some sort of nonsense at the wedding to piss Tim off (yes I’m choosing to keep dally and Johnny alive)

Tim’s gang isn’t really his family, at this point in his life, he probably doesn’t even know them anymore. So it’s just curly and Angela at the wedding for him.

Darry ofc is the one that people came to see (mr star of the show)

As for a kid, I’d like to say they probably wouldn’t have one, at least not for a while. They both raised their little siblings, they aren’t eager to do it again.

BUT it’s also cute to imagine them having a baby (especially because of how tim is canonically good with babies)

Idk where they got it. Maybe it was left in their doorstep, idk. Fact is, they have a child

Tim wants to be the cool dad but darry has taken that spot without even trying.

Baby adores darry because he’s strong and can throw it in the air ❤️

Tim is jealous ofc. He’s way cooler than darry, the baby just isn’t smart enough to see that yet

Baby still loves him a lot though 🌸

They’re good dads. Not perfect ofc, but they love the baby and the baby loves them.

Now as for the baby’s one million uncles and one aunt.

Angela LOVES the baby. Like, darry is worried she will steal it. She’s always trying to get the baby to say her name (baby calls her “Ana”)

Twobit is next on people taht are obsessed with the baby. I’m sure he has his own kids (seems like the type tbh) but the baby is DARRYS kid. He can’t wait until it’s old enough to be a bad influence on

Dallas is not allowed near the baby because Tim refuses to put the baby down when he’s around (he thinks dally will somehow corrupt his >1 year old and make it dally jr)

Soda is the best uncle by far. He and Johnny are very soft with the baby. Soda is, however, guilty of dropping the baby. He is no longer allowed to hold the baby.

Johnny is scared to hold the baby, but once it’s walking he will play (very gently)

Steve, curly, and pony are the babies worst enemies. Baby fucking hates them so much and it breaks their hearts.

Baby bites steve any chance it gets. Hits him, grabs his nose (which everyone else thinks is adorable but Steve sees it for the attack that it is) Steve has no clue what he did but the baby is his #1 hater

Baby doesn’t like pony. Wont even look at him. Pony adores the baby and this rejection hurts.

Curly and the baby tussle quite often. Baby loves yanking his curls (getting its grubbing fingers tangled in, as someone with baby experience, ow ow ow) if the baby pulls his hair, he pulls the baby’s hair right back. They are sworn enemies.

He loves the baby ofc but keeps a careful distance.

Baby grows up to be an okay kid. Can’t do anything without darry or tim finding out since they both know EVERYONE.

Idk someone name the baby my brain is mush

[welcome-to-oslov]

I'm currently re-reading All Kinds of Broken from the beginning and it's even richer (ofc as sad and brilliant!) on a second read. (And I'm THRILLED you reassured us that we still have a long time in the timeline and many chapters to go!)

One thing I noticed this time around was the couple of times people noticed it was wrong Malsha was keeping someone so young - for example:

Gersha went home and had to talk himself out of hacking the system to look up Malsha's piece's age b/c he was afraid he'd confirm he was just 16 or 17 and then what (weak Gersha from the beginning).

Malsha's daughter (daughter in law?) angrily told him "maybe you'd be a more helpful grandfather if you weren't spending your time fucking children."

Granted she then spoke extremely dehumanizingly to young Tilrey, and Gersha himself chickened out from helping the boy he'd felt so concerned about (in fact, ultimately made his concern all about himself i.e. "what did Malsha see in me, did I lead him on" just like he annoyingly did throughout ASB & beyond in the face of Tilrey's genuine troubles 🙄).

In this kettle boy system, *was* Tilrey younger and/or clearly more vulnerable (by how scared/sad everyone saw he was) than society generally felt acceptable for this role?

Do you think there were any others in power off-screen who were disturbed by what Malsha did? (Albertine Linnett later felt bad & claimed Fir Jena had felt guilty-ish.) Clearly many in power were thrilled to partake (probably people who shared Malsha's taste for reluctance/vulnerability are who he passed Tilrey to first; far later in Tilrey's journey as he masked up more I suppose others could enjoy themselves as they told themselves Tilrey "deceived" them into thinking he was fine, as Gersha infuriatingly said). Even stupid Vera loved to lie to herself about Tilrey being fine, taking in then brushing off each time she heard/saw from (even from him!) about his difficult past.

A few not-in-power did feel bad, saw the Tilrey situation wasn't right, and/or tried to help to an extent (Bror, Artur, a tiny bit of Krishna, etc.). But I'm curious about your thoughts about the high-level society who we maybe don't see on screen.

Good question! In terms of age alone, Ansha is only slightly older than Tilrey (I think 19, with a mention of how he was the youngest kettle boy until Tilrey arrived). So 18 isn't illegal or considered out of bounds, but there are elites who would disapprove.

The closest parallel in our world might be celebrities who date much, much younger people, even teenagers. A few decades ago, that was more accepted than it is now. Some people might find it creepy, while others might see it as totally natural for powerful people (usually men). But most people would shrug it off and assume that it was okay as long as the younger partner was technically of age and consenting. People knew that grooming, power imbalance, and coercion existed, but they chose to overlook a lot of that because, well, power makes the world go round. And observers can always tell themselves that the younger, more vulnerable person will be better off in life thanks to their powerful partner.

That's basically the Oslov attitude. If the person is 18 (the legal age of consent), they assume the person is consenting—if that person is a Laborer. Now, if a very young high-named Upstart starts dating a much older Upstart, which is what happened with Adelbert and Malsha, the young person's family might well be upset and see the relationship as coercive. But most Upstarts don't see young Laborers as sensitive or in need of protection.

So a lot of Upstarts would side-eye the relationship without actually saying or doing anything about it. Many of them would see Tilrey's consent as a given because how could anyone not consent to such a beneficial step up in life? But for their own kids, they would have a whole different standard.

[motelpearl]

fuck j///kr she can choke

but yall I've been watching (pirating forever ofc I dont even have any means of acquiring them legally) the h*rry p*tter movies (not reading the books bc theyve long since been donated & if I may be so frank were honestly boring & full of irrelevant bullshit especially order of the phoenix onwards she definitely was surrounded by yesmen. did she fire her editor?) anyway I've been watching them for reasons I will not be disclosing at present but I can assure you those reasons are most noble/embarrassing/on brand &

the amount of anti irish racism(? if you can call it that idk europeans are ass backwards on everything) is staggering like we talk about her transphobia & antisemitism & fatphobia & racism towards poc at length but the anti Irish shit is in literally every movie like the fact that the irish kid is not only named seamus o'finnegan but his first appearance is him trying to turn water into rum & then it blows up & blowing things up is his whole gag throughout the series & then when the death eaters commit a whole fucking terrorist attack at the quidditch world cup (side note the focus on quidditch was one of the things that bored me so much about the books like your audience is nerds & you write at length about the intricacies of wizard hockey who caaaaares) one of the weasleys says "oh the irish must be celebrating" LIKE WHATTTT IM SCANDALIZED HOW DID THAT GET THROUGH SO MANY PEOPLE ONLY LIKE 10 YEARS AFTER THE TROUBLES ENDED

also people used to compare me to luna lovegood all the time when I was a kid which I took as a compliment then (bc I was a fucking nerd & would tell people I spoke parseltongue [& klingon] & would pretend to open automatic doors with alohomora & went to school dressed as a dementor) but now I'm like first of all that was NOT accurate I was way quieter & creepier & bitchier & more rednecky & weirder in a less palatable way than her but also SHE'S SOOOO GODDAMN ANNOYING LIKE I GET IT THAT WAS CUTE & QUIRKY AT THE TIME BUT NOW IM JUST LIKE UGH I KNOW PEOPLE LIKE HER & THEYRE ALL PAINFULLY INSUFFERABLE TAKE THOSE GLASSES OFF SIT DOWN

also I dont expect much from romances that take place in high school but godddd all the romances in this are so bland like harry & ginny might as well be a brick wall trying to seduce a wood plank (also I just hate seeing child actors pretending to be in love it gives me secondhand embarrassment like dont yall have blocks to play with or something? get back in the playpen) also I hate to say it but ginny as a character is so nothing like what traits does she have other than "nice"? shes defined by nothing except her relation to men like shes ron's sister & harry's girlfriend & that's about it (also i know literally nothing about acting so maybe I'm just yapping but I dont think she was particularly well-acted either though maybe that's just because the actress had so little to work with) (yes I know she was more outspoken in the books but she still annoyed me then SORRY!)

also I've seen all these movies but I was wondering "why do I remember so much of the first 4 but so little of the last 4 even though I literally saw order of the phoenix in the theatre" & now I realize its because after goblet of fire they become very depressing & admittedly still gripping but not necessarily fun to watch (& the things that are supposed to be lighthearted are so nonsensical like did we really need to see aragogs funeral & ron hoeing around? I feel like so much of half blood prince could've been cut out or replaced with more productive stuff ie. deeper explanation of horcruxes & showing how tom riddle became voldemort) like hedwig getting straight up murdered just feels egregious

I can never tell if helena bonham carter is a good actress or not like is bellatrix supposed to be like That

seeing the marvel reddit millenial cringe erm that just happened humor kicking in right in 2010 is crazy

ok maybe this makes no sense but the comparison between voldemort & hitler is old news at this point but was mcgonagall putting all the slytherins in the dungeon for the actions of a few of them an analogy for japanese internment or am I literally insane....does that make snape italy (also speaking of snape the way his outfit in the movies has sleeves so long they give him constant sweaterpaws makes me laugh. assigned uwu at costume department)

harry falling in love with a girl who looks just like his mom....not even wizardry can stop freud (also people have probably pointed this out idk idc i dont interact with the greater culture around this & didn't even when I was a big fan bc the fandom has long since made me want to commit atrocities but it pisses me off how everyone says harry has his mother's eyes to the point where its snapes last words before the biggest reveal in the series when hers are brown & his are blue & they're green in the book like ONE JOB ONE FUCKING JOB)

also the implication that voldemort cursed the defense against dark arts job bc he wanted to keep the younger generation unable to defend themselves shouldve led to harry becoming the teacher of that subject when he grew up instead of becoming a glorified cop like that wouldve closed off that arc (or harry couldve stayed an auror I GUESS & the teaching job couldve gone to neville bc he was the other half of the prophecy idk I shouldnt be investing so much thought into something so trivial & yet)

given what Shes on about these days it's weird how many plot points revolve around school bathrooms (including boys being in the girls bathroom actually saving a girls life) it's literally like one per book

am I stupid. has he been a christ figure all along.

[raewritesf1]

angst anon here, finally finished my college finals so i can get back to my true passion; gax. the whole idea that nico approving of max is rooted in the fact that max is actually similar to lewis. like young lewis was a petty asshole just like nico himself and just like their kid's new boyfriend. like young lewis was canonically a menace and nico liked that about him. sure they're a garbage fire rn especially nico who never seemed to grow out of the drama and always feels so inadequate and a bad parent esp in comparison to father of the year lewis hamilton (another point would be that george even has lewis's last name so its like nico is nothing to either of them). so he thinks like nope this is my time to be the good supportive dad so he becomes a max apologist because he doesn't think there is anything seriously wrong with him and max is like 'not like i don't appreciate but you are kind of a weirdo' and nico is like 'where tf did you think george gets it from'. any thoughts about a brocedes marriage in trouble but they fix it please im begging?

I’m sorry pro angst anon but every brocedes related fic I think off does not end happy. They are like my biggest angst ship. Who knows maybe I’ll rewatch Spain 23 and write an open ended reconciliation fic.

But imagine George and Max going to a dance (prom? Prom) and a Lewis ofc immediately signs up to be a chaperone because he cannot be leaving his baby alone with that pick (especially with the whole myth around prom with it being the place to list your v card 🫢)

He ofc drag Nico along only to end up getting distracted dancing and reminiscing with Nico and they kiss (which totally definitely leads to them sleeping together as do George and Max but it’s far from their first time) and Lewis finally starts realizing “damn I might still be in love with my husband” 😳 and the divorce legal work that was supposed to start proceeding again get pause for other reasons

[do-you-have-a-flag]

Destiel shippers come get ya’ll juice!

SO @deadwright​ and I were inspired by Some Tumblr Posts and the twitter Roadhouse  Wedding stuff and keep writing headcanons about Thee Destiel 2021 Married Ever After S16 SPN Romantic Event Of The Season, so here’s that. 

Arranged in order of marital chronology and cutting out us keysmashing too much:

oh man imagine all the burgers they get catered for the reception dean got it done himself he would’ve been so particular about the catering bridezilla cas would probably be THEE bitchiest bridezilla

it's also definitely that trope where all the other hunters ect KNOW that that many of them and the wedding party are essentially a target for trouble so everyone spends the 24 hours leading up to the vows taking out every beastie who shows up on a revenge kick out of sight because they'll be damned if they let ANYTHING stop this wedding and Dean and cas are both having their marital jitters oh god im not good enough what if something goes wrong about mundane things while monsters are getting their ass kicked outside AWWWWWWWW for sure for sure, they’re hunter royalty this wedding is a big deal like half the attendees are nursing injuries but grinning widely

they don't do the can't see eachother before the wedding thing because you KNOW dean would be fixing cas' tie last minute

dean wears a blue pocket square to match cas' tie cas wears a FLANNEL SQUARE

I’m obsessed w the idea of cas giving dean a little bit of his grace in a small bottle on a chain for him to wear or like a wing feather or some part of him god the grace in a bottle breaks me every time in fic dean probably builds cas something but every time i try to think of something specific i choke up

i was thinking like what if trading grace is as close to a romantic gesture as angels have and he's like..... technically i left some grace behind in your mark when i dragged you from the pit and dean is like ARE YOU SAYING WE'VE BEEN MARRIED THIS WHOLE TIME? 

they are so sweet i’m on the verge of tears the ability to do anything by halves in their relationship was burnt out by like the second return from the dead moment they are too insane to be anything less than All In And Then Some

at one point someone was like hey cas do you want to run your vows by someone as practice? and he started reading what he'd prepared and it devolved into Biblically Grand Statements Of The Power Of Love And The Redemption Of - ect ect ect and it's because unlike the confession scene he's had TOO much preparation and overshot into uncanny angelic vibes he makes some edits because he know the expressions he gets when he reads it aren't what he intended

dean writes page after page after page of unused drafts, none of them are particularly floral

he does the cliche of ripping up his vows and improvising at the altar, something he gets mercilessly teased for because he swore he wouldn't but it classifies as a chick flick moment

THAT’S SO PEAK HIM OH MY GOD and you knoooooow you just KNOW it’s beautiful and emotional and everyone is crying

god the NOVELTY of dean being emotionally honest in front of people......im gonna faint YEA yeah... ONE TIME ONLY DEAL he thinks loudly at Sam's smug expression

anyway, at the wedding dean is the one who spends the whole ceremony with like crying cat meme eyes after the confession scene i’m pretty sure the minute the vows start cas is in the same boat USELESS HUSBANDS dean gets passed a handkerchief for his tears and immediately goes to use it on cas' face and they both laugh sob love the idea that everyone individually thought they were too tough to cry but they all broke at various stages yeah sam definitely starts to choke up just standing up there with his brother sam chokes up before the ceremony even started, like probably when he was pinning on dean’s corsage

anyway, Jack dancing with his two dads at the reception CAS’ BEST MAN / FLOWER BOY FLOWER MAN let him heelie down the aisle with the flowers LITTLE MAN GO NYOOM who makes him a little flower crown he wears with a proud lil smile? claire ofc, with those hair braiding skills? she makes it BEAUTIFUL flower crown: on nails: painted dads: MARRIED!!!!

when they say i do and kiss and everyone is cheering you can't convince me that someone doesn't let off what is either a gun or a dubiously legal firework in celebration jack pops a few lightbulbs in his uncontrollable joy

Dean and Cas can't let go of each other, it's at LEAST one point of physical contact for the rest of the reception PERIODT

CAN YOU IMAGINE THEM DANCING TO AIR SUPPLY

they definitely didn't do the wedding gifts thing but a few mysteriously show up anyway; discuss waffle iron from sam bc he remembers the becky incident meanwhile claire gets them flavoured lube because she’s an insane little mean girl she gets them a sampler package with like novelty flavours, gotta spring extra for a wedding PIE FLAVOURED LUBE

it’s gonna be the party of the century omfg you KNOW it! that dancefloor going OFF the BAR is FLOWING

dean gets dragged up onto the bar to make a speech and there's a moment at the end where he drags cas up there too and they're being playfully yelled at not to scuff it and there's hooting and catcalls as dean and cas kiss and dean gestures rudely before almost falling backwards off the bar before cas grabs him and climbing down is less romantic or dignified but he couldn't care if he wanted to

meanwhile sam and claire are outside defacing the impala with silly string and lewd graffiti and tin cans tied to the bumper for the going-away oh it is one hundo percent a just married atrocity there's enough condoms hidden in the car that they're still finding them months later

anyway wanna hear my disgustingly soppy honeymoon roadtrip concept? YOU KNOW I DO OKAY SO

you know at some point dean must have said some sad thing like for the longest time he never thought he'd live long enough to get married and the only circumstances he could imagine was hooking up drunkenly with a stranger at some vegas wedding scenario like that's the best he would ever get and he thinks it's mostly forgotten but then during their cross country honeymoon roadtrip castiel does in fact navigate them to las vegas and quietly mutters that the legal veracity of the little chapel on the city limits is dubious at best and they're already married so it couldn't do any harm and they get officiated by an elvis impersonator and a woman wearing more sequins than fabric throws cheap confetti over them

and after that they stop into every venue they can find that would be friendly to them to pretend they're eloping and at one point dean even pulls out the fbi id badges and the officiant is under the impression he's facilitating some sort of covert workplace romance 

one place is a kitchy little house that's clearly just the couple who run it opening their strange home to anyone who needs it and have been since the 70s and Castiel thinks for a moment when they're asked to pin something to the collection of stuff on the walls and ceiling before pulling the receipt for the pie they'd shared earlier in a dinner out and scrawling his and dean's name on it to be added to the clutter 

and at one point they stand ankle deep in a pond while some old hippie lady wraps their clasped hands together with soft fabric and chants something that dean knows isn't real magic but hey he's not going to tell her that and after the ceremony they sit on the grass and feed each other sweet bread to complete the binding or whatever and it's nice but it doesn't compare to the ranch where they both tossed their cowboy hats in the air and were given a horse to ride to their camp site

i thought about riverboat gambling for point one seconds and now i know in my bones that one of their many weddings was on a riverboat, they made the captain officiate after cornering him on deck in like five minutes, the crew sent them complimentary champagne and they threw fries at the birds following the boat while sharing it straight out of the bottle

if destiel can go canon multiple times they can get married multiple times CHANGE MY MIND THEY GET MARRIED SO MUCH the MOST married i just want them to get gay cowboy married

eventually i want them to end up at the beach bc dean has canonically never been to the coast their road trip is to get to the other coast

they send just married postcards back to sam from every stop sam stops feeling hurt he was left out of their vegas elopement wedding by the third wedding postcard he recieves sam saves them ofc bc GOD can you imagine them looking at the postcards on their 30th anniversary or s/t 🥺 showing their grandkids and recounting the story of each wedding there's a seashell taped to the last one

cas gets a terrible sunglasses tan and dean gets burnt on the tips of his ears and there's sand on sand on sand in all their clothes and at one point dean is blinking away salt water and cas is gripping his arm and saying something about the coral by them in the water and dean thinks that he likes floating beside cas a lot better than flying

dean has cas pick ice cream for them from a truck and hustles at carnival games enough to win them both big novelty foam hats and they both go back to their room and pass out immediately post shower sprawled across the bed and still smelling like sunscreen and salt water

dean tucks a little cocktail umbrella behind cas’ ear

cas spends most of the next day in dean's zepplin shirt and a pair of shorts they only picked up once they got there because neither of them thought to bring beach clothes, they sit on the balcony and dean sips his beer and idly plays with the ring on cas' finger and they play a game of what fictional monsters could they beat in a fight

cas’ true form is the size of the chrysler building he can fight king kong easy that's what he says and dean's like okay but what about mothra and castiel is like how would YOU defeat mothra and dean just goes "bugspray." GDJSGSHSGSHDSJ DEAN WOULD

in honour of misha putting his whole pussy into the role, cas wears a dress in at least one of their weddings

it's at one of those theme parks that's just historical re-enactments and people get their vows renewed there and there's costumes for the photobooth and the staff are like how long have you been married? castiel says two weeks, three days, eighteen hours, and twenty five minutes................ approximately.  and the photo is cas in a classical wedding gown and dean is wearing the veil with his old timey suit and there's a moose head on the wall behind them wearing the top hat he was given and they send that print with an arrow pointing at the moose with sam written next to it

i keep thinking bitch!!!! you KNOW WHAT!! you KNOW that dean is the type a guy who's heart races every time he feels his wedding ring/is always fiddling with it in the weeks after the wedding, like an anchor to remind him they really got married this is real he would NEED that physical reminder that he can have good things

he’s never ever going to take it off, the tan line will be permanent

how funny it would be if dean gets injured on a hunt and the monster guy is about to kill him and then the lights blow out and the monsters are like what was that and dean is just like "[spits blood] that's my husband." and nek minnit cas has just ripped through them thanks to teleporting in angel style and is just like Cas: [heals dean] "you're late for movie night" Dean: "Well if you'd gotten here earlier i would have been on time." Cas: >:| [kisses him]

cas is like i didn’t burn the popcorn this time you BETTER be alive to see it

[focsle]

1:30am, time to write extensively about my catboy. Whole bio is under the read more. I love him...

Bio for Jo’vashaar

Basics

Name: Jo’vashaar Nickname: None Age: 48 Gender: Male Race: Khajiit (Cathay) Class: Necromancer

Physical Characteristics

Height: 5’11” Weight: 240 lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Gold Fur: Dark greyish-brown with black spots Distinctive features: His nose is pretty banged up. Has a scar over his upper lip and over his left eye too. Mannerisms: He doesn’t make big physical gestures, but there’s a gravity to the way he carries himself that gives him a definite presence. He’s intimidating without having to try too hard. Voice: Low, gravelly, he doesn’t use it very much. Has the regional accent of Elsweyr and the diction e.g. speaking in third person. Fashion: He dresses in a traditional Khajiiti style, a lot of robes and ornamentation, sandals, cowls. He dresses as such more out of familiarity, rather than being really specific about how he’s curating his appearance, though.

Emotional Traits

Personality: He has an air of self-importance, but the sort that feels like he’ll rough you up if you look at him wrong. Bit of a misanthrope. He’s a scholar who’s taken for a bruiser because of his surly ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibes. Like...he carries around a staff but he’ll just punch someone in the face instead. He doesn’t start fights but is very quick to finish them. He also holds onto his grudges.

He has a real wit though, a gallows humor, that is also lost on people who don’t know him well because of his blink-and-you-miss-it deadpan delivery. He has a hunger for knowledge, but isn’t particularly collaborative, so he strikes out on his own a lot. He’s deeply loyal though, to the few friends he has, as well as to his home and history. He always keeps his word, though he offers it rarely. 

Religion/belief system: He’s deep in the necromancy which is, ofc, societally very frowned upon. He’s of the mind that knowledge is power, but that a mortal life is too short to gather any significant amount of knowledge that could equate to power. So he has an interest in extending his life. He’s a devotee to Hermaeus Mora and really wants to be Noticed. And so he’s raising dead royals and warriors and scholars from antiquity trying to glean information from them but also be like ‘LOOK AT MY DEVOTION TO  THE PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE HERMORAH ♥️…’

Lifestyle

Background: Jo’vashaar grew up in Riverhold, in Northern Elsweyr. His parents were both well-regarded textile merchants, but saw that Jo’vashaar had an aptitude for magic as a teenager. Some of his ancestors were Adepts, so his parents supported him cultivating his abilities. Rather than going to an adeptorium, he studied at the Arcane University in Cyrodil as a young adult, with a focus in conjuration magic. He worked in the Mages Guild for about 15 years after that. But his interest in conjuration waned as he started to look more into necromancy, and he deemed it a more powerful path that would open doors that felt closed in more…legal forms of magic. So he left to pursue it, though no one (with the exception of his friend Zahni) in the guild knew the reason. As far as his former contacts are concerned, he dropped off the face of the earth.

Current place of Residence: he has a house in Rawl’kha but isn’t there very much. He’s camping in the wilderness and sleeping in crypts more often than not, but still likes having it as an anchor to come back to. Sometimes he stays at Zahni’s big mansion in Rimmen. He’ll travel outside of Elsweyr for research, but he also gets grumpier when the distance is greater.

Occupation: He doesn’t really…have one.  When he does need money, Zahni splits profits when she sells something they found in their travels, but he’s pretty self sufficient and not very material—again, usually lives in a crypt and hunts/gathers his own food. Doesn’t need much funds to support himself, so he spends his time being a Rogue Necromancer instead.

Habits: Smokes, sometimes eats little live animals that get too close to him.

Hobbies: he can play a lute, he’s real good at making stews (despite…eating live birds outta the air), he likes doing charcoal rubbings of interesting reliefs. Interested in architecture, too.

Likes: Being out in the wilderness, sunrises, folk stories and oral histories (and committing them to paper), the Quiet of the Dead, preserved ruins, throwing intimidation checks all over the place.

Dislikes: Crowded places, social functions, being asked about himself, cold/snow, big bodies of water and traveling over them…gets horribly seasick, showing any kind of vulnerability whatsoever.

Goals: His ultimate goal is becoming a champion of Hermaeus Mora, and being able to self-servingly access knowledge and immortality through that service. If it leads him into lichdom, hey, it is what it is. At the very least, he’d like to find a way to travel to Apocrypha and back without losing his mind.

Relationships

Parents: R’ahiq (father, deceased) Yusana (mother, deceased) Siblings: None Orientation: Bisexual in an extremely occasional way Relationship status: Not interested Notable relationships: Zahni: His best friend but also ONLY friend. Zahni is an Alfiq khajiit he met at university. Both being outside their home province, they gravitated towards each other. Jo’vashaar appreciated Zahni’s nonjudgmental behavior (to the point of having…few scruples about anything) and cavalier attitude towards his interests in Forbidden Magic. She’s also very good at keeping secrets, so when he left he let her in on why. Zahni, being both curious and starry-eyed about adventures, left with him.

Far more personable than he, and also skilled at illusion magic, she’s the charisma when interacting with people/situations, and he’s the muscle if there’s every any trouble. While they do butt heads sometimes, their different strengths and weaknesses compliment each other well. Zahni currently works as a black market antiques dealer, with said antiques often coming from their journeys into tombs and ruins. So while Jo’vashaar is resurrecting someone important Zahni’s just in the back being like ‘ASK HIM IF THIS ONE CAN STEAL HIS BEAUTIFUL GOLDEN URN.’ No scruples. She also knows of Jo’vashaar’s end-game ambitions, and her only response is that it can’t hurt to be on good terms with a magical immortal.

[yoonjinkooked]

lockdown | (m) - Chapter 2

moodboard by @flajka

pairing; jungkook/female OC genre; college au, strangers to lovers, smut and tiny bit of fluff too, humor ofc rating; explicit words; 6.209

— synopsis; Eunhee is in trouble and facing a deadline - in comes curly haired jungkook to save her life, make her laugh and maybe, just maybe, fuck her brains out. When the two end up locked in a building overnight, who knows what will happen? 

warnings (for this chapter): cursing, OC still really wants to murder Tae, banter, cute Kook, slightly cocky Kook, an abundance of sexual tension, mentions of sex, drinking, mentiones of an ex (Seokjin)

A/N: I didn’t think I’d finish this this fast. Next chapter will be more challenging but i’m ready for it - i’m not sure if you are. Next chapter will be pure smut. 

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

“So, this folder is basically… Your paparazzi photos?”

I have tried to rationalize it and sure, the guy does have a reason behind it but at the end of the day, he’s just a guy with a camera, taking photos of people who are not aware of it, more often than not.

He shakes his head at my words and chuckles. “You are making it sound a lot creepier than it actually is. I am the official photographer. Whenever a student enrolls our college they need to sign a bunch of papers. It has a clause about campus promotional photos or something like that, which makes this very much legal,” he explains.

“True, very true. Doesn’t make it any less creepy through,” I joke, mentally high-fiving myself when he actually laughs this time around. I needed this comfort prize after my miserable attempt from earlier.

“You know, boss lady, these are the only photos you have,” the stupid hood is covering his face too much for me to see his expression but he sounds… cocky. “I wouldn’t complain about them too much if I were you,” he adds.

“I’m not complaining,” I lift my hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying it like it is. Paparazzi.”

“Art.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” I say, laughing in relief when I realized he did not take me seriously. I was walking a dangerous line between joking with him and genuinely making fun of his profession, which is not something I want to do. The same way I wouldn’t enjoy being called a tabloid internet researcher instead of a journalist-to-be, I doubt he would enjoy being called a paparazzi. I did it in good humor and despite the earlier awkwardness, he was going along with it now.

“On a more serious note, I’m not sure how many of these can be usable,” he points at the monitor. “I hope you will have enough. You can just go through them and select the ones you deem usable.”

“That was supposed to be your job!”

“I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Bless him for turning around. If only for a few seconds, I have a chance to actually see him properly. He is very good looking, that was obvious from the get-go. His facial features are either childlike or very manly. His jaw is as sharp as one of the knives I bought recently and yet his nose looks beyond boop-able. Jeongguk, with a hood covering his face and all, is a ridiculously good looking man.

He’s looking directly at me too and it feels like this is the first time tonight he had done so. It doesn’t last long enough for me to actually feel uncomfortable or alert but my heart went berserk once again.

Calm down, woman. He’s here and he’s hot and it’s not the end of the world.

“Let’s do this then,” I nod towards the monitor.

Jeongguk could not specify how many photos he has to offer but the folder told me it carries 3000 photos. Of course, some of them are far from perfect but with 3000 photos at our disposal, I can only hope we can select 100 or so decent ones, to go with the 24 he brought to me earlier.

Without much commotion, Jeongguk and I start working. He starts his laptop as I transfer all the photos to Hobi’s PC. Then, he transfers them as well and one by one, we go over them. As soon as I find one that I think can be usable, I read out the number, he finds it and goes down to editing. Soon enough, he is unable to keep up with me and I need to write down the numbers as he manipulates the photos to perfection. We work in silence and in about half an hour, we have 10 photos ready to go.

Knowing that my ass is most likely saved, I have a chance to relax and actually pay attention to his work. He truly does have an eye for it, that much is painfully obvious. Guilt takes over me as I realize I have never paid much attention to photography. It’s simply not something I would focus on unless it is closely related to my work. I’ve always known Taehyung and Jeongguk, or as he was known before this, G.C.F guy, were good but this truly is something else.

He has a talent to capture people in that moment, that one moment, when no masks are worn and no fake smiles are shared. Looking at photos of random students, some of whom are vaguely familiar, some of whom are my friends and others I am sure I’ve never even seen before… It’s almost scary how he can capture that one moment with such precision. I could never do that, I just know it.

“What?” Jeongguk’s voice startles me. I look at him in confusion and he points at the photo. “You have been staring at it for like a whole minute. What’s wrong with it?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I shake my head. “It’s perfect. I mean, look at her – she looks tired but genuine. The smile she has is genuine. No matter how little sleep she had the night before, no matter how many tests she had that day, she cracked a genuine smile and you caught it,” I keep my eyes on the girl in the photo. I know her face but her name escapes me – I doubt I’ve ever even talked to her. A complete stranger to me, yet I can imagine her entire story in this photo, this one photo, because Jeongguk was at the right place, at the right time. He is, very literally, capturing perfect little moments.

“Sounds like you understand photography better than you think.”

I turn to him, already expecting my heart to do its thing and sure enough, when I see barely a hint of a smile on his face, the bastard betrays me and starts beating faster.

This is what happens when the only men you communicate with on a daily basis are either teachers or friends whom you could never be attracted to, despite them being ridiculously attractive. It is high time I get laid. Maybe then my heart would stop overreacting.

After this particular moment, I decide it might be better to be quiet. Does that make everything awkward? Sure it does. But it’s pretty darn better than actually giving myself the chance to talk, only to end up blurting out something along the lines of ‘I think you’re hot’. My ‘for work’ spotify playlist is good enough to make the entire situation bearable, as we nod our heads to the rhythm.

On and on we go, until I am suddenly looking at myself.

“Oh.”

It’s a photo of me and Seokjin. I can’t be sure when it was taken, but my short sleeves and the fact we haven’t been together for months now tells me that it was probably at the start of the school year. We are walking hand in hand, both smiling. Jeongguk captured a beautiful, genuine moment.

“Well, you are the ‘it couple’ of our campus,” Jeongguk shrugs.

“Were,” I correct him. “This is obviously an old photo. Seokjin and I are no longer together. Haven’t been for months,” I explain and watch as he nods in understanding.

“That explains the recent lack of photos of the ‘it couple’,” he jokes and I roll my eyes, knowing that unfortunately, he isn’t the first person to give us that title.

Seokjin and I spent two good years together. We were in the same circle of friends. Both focused on our studies and not so much about party life. As a couple, we made sense. But time passes and feelings fade, one thing led to another and suddenly, after two years of being in a solid relationship, I was single. There was no drama, no hard feelings and no bad words. Just two people going their separate ways.

“Keep an eye on Namjoon,” I give him a knowing look. “If he plays his cards right, maybe, just maybe, he has a chance with Hyejin. They could take Seokjin and me any day.”

“Debatable, but I’ll keep that in mind,” he tells me. For reasons unknown to my sanity, I find this incredibly funny and of course, I let out the most embarrassing snort laughter I could have possibly mustered. I don’t even bow my head in shame – that ship had sailed a while ago. “Okay, I’m starving. I’m gonna go and buy us a pizza. While I’m away, you can keep on selecting the photos you want,” he tells me as he flings the backpack onto his back.

“Can you like… promise me you’ll come back and not just run away?” I ask. It’s stupid, I know it is. Even if he is planning to leave me to fend for myself, he obviously isn’t going to say it to my face. Sadly, I am the kind of person who needs reassurance more often than not. I really need it now.

“Of course I won’t run away,” Jeongguk laughs and finally, for the first time tonight, he pulls the hood away from his face. Despite the office’s shitty lighting, I can finally see him well. His face is stunning, absolutely stunning. Clear skin, beautiful round eyes, cutest nose ever, cheeks that puff up when he smiles, like he is doing right now. “Here. I’ll even offer this. Pinky promise,” he lifts his right hand and offers me his extended pinky.

“Shit just got real,” I deadpan and I think I melted a little bit on the inside when he started laughing. “Pinky promise for life,” I link my pinky with his own before remembering an important detail I have overlooked. “What kind of pizza are you getting?”

“Pepperoni with extra cheese, duh,” he says it like that is the most obvious thing in the world.

“I like you more with each passing minute, Jeongguk,” I conclude.

“Right back at you,” he smiles for what feels like the tenth time in the last minute. “I’ll be right back. Get those photos ready so we can fix this shit,” he tells me, let’s go of my pinky and off he goes.

I am left giddy, smiling like a fool and fighting an overwhelming urge to giggle. Tonight is making me feel like a teenager with a dumb crush and strangely enough, I don’t think that I dislike the feeling. I haven’t truly focused on an attractive male since Seokjin and I were in the flirting phase. Jeongguk is… interesting. Very good looking and nice enough to catch my attention. I don’t know more than that but I wouldn’t mind finding out. Or maybe we could end up taking a different direction, with him giving me a decent fuck before we forget all about each other. Would that be a shame or would it be worth it?

For the love of everything Eunhee, focus on your work. There will be time for flirting and fucking later.

“Hey,” Jeongguk startles me when he walks back inside the office.

“There is no way you are Flash.”

“No, the door is locked,” he laughs. “Could you give me your keys?”

“What door?” I frown, confused. He literally just walked through a very much unlocked door.

“This part of the building. The big glass door? Eunhee, why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, but I am already on my feet and running out the office.

“I don’t have a key Jeongguk,” I yell back as I run towards the door. I get to it and I try to open – nope, locked. I try to jiggle it open, which is as stupid as it is useless. The door remains there, unopened, as if it is mocking me, us. I don’t have the strength in me to ride out another wave of panic.

“It’s not the end of the world,” Jeongguk tells me. “We can’t get pizza but we have the vending machine. And by the time we are done, we can call Namjoon or Tae. They’re at Jimin’s party, so they will definitely be awake. They can come and get us out in no time when we are done,” he reassures me.

“Jeongguk, Namjoon doesn’t have this key either,” I sigh in defeat as I turn my back to the door to face him. “And seeing as none of us who work here all the time have the keys, I doubt Taehyung has them either. I suppose we can try to call campus security, maybe they have a spare key but if they don’t, we’re stuck here until the cleaners stop by.”

“When do the cleaners stop by?” he asks.

“Last time I pulled an all-nighter here, they showed up around 6AM,” I tell him before looking at the clock hanging on the wall right behind him. “That means we are stuck here for… seven hours.”

“Not the end of the world,” Jeongguk shrugs casually. “We have a lot of work to do anyways. A pizza would have been nice but we won’t starve in six hours. I say we focus on getting the magazine ready for printing and then just like… nap or something.”

If I wasn’t running low on energy already, I would have taken this situation seriously. If I were my usual self, the campus security guards would already be on their way here to lock us out. But at this point, at with Jeongguk being so casual about it, I no longer have any shits left to give. Besides, as he had pointed out, we have hours of work ahead of us. Chances are we would have been stuck here with or without the door being locked.

And maybe, just maybe, somewhere in the back of my mind is the thought that this might be the only chance I will ever have to spend an extended amount of time with this guy who is making me into a nervous, giddy teenage girl. Not the worst way to spend a few spare hours.

“I agree,” I sigh and force a smile at Jeongguk. “Let’s get back to work and then we’ll figure it out.”

Until 1AM, we are working mostly in silence, listening to music and occasionally chatting about casual things – usually the people in our selected photos, whether we know them or not and how if we do.

“What made you chose photography?” I ask him. I am slowly growing bored, seeing as my work was already done – I am now waiting for him to edit the selected photos. Of course, I’m not just sitting around doing nothing. Hobi’s design still needs to be finished and one by one, I am transferring the done photos as soon as he finishes them. Right now, however, I am waiting for the next one.

“I don’t know, really,” he shrugs, not even bothering to look away from the monitor as he does his editing magic. “I suppose getting a solid camera for my twelfth birthday was a turning point. Back then, I wasn’t so attached to it but I remember my parents insisting that I should be the one to take photos whenever we would travel somewhere. They said my photos always turn out the best. Then as I got older, I discovered work by other photographers. I suppose that was it.

“Are there any photographers in particular that have peaked your interest?” I ask.

“Well, Ansel Adams is an obvious answer,” he chuckles. “It depends on the genre. Testino is the best when it comes to fashion photography but that was never my thing – doesn’t make him any less brilliant. Annie Leibovitz too. I can throw out a few names but I doubt you’d know them – same way I don’t know if I could name a handful of journalists. Adams, Robert Frank and Cartier Bresson would be my favorites.”

“I feel uneducated,” I admit. “I know so little about it.”

“Hey, I just told you I doubt I could be able to name a few journalists,” he chuckles. “We all know the things we are interested in – that is very normal. But what about you? Why this? Why editing, journalism, writing?”

“I wanted to be a novelist for the longest time,” I confess. “Before I could really get into it, I realized that maybe journalism might be my thing. My dad is a journalist. It would be idiotic of me to say that I wasn’t influenced by that in some ways. I saw the good and bad sides of it and decided to go through with it anyways.”

“What are the bad sides?” he asks.

“Well, it depends on what one chooses to focus on. If you are an investigative journalist and dedicate your life to uncovering corruption and crime, it can range from death threats to actually being murdered in cold blood. My dad’s an expert in analytic journalism, which means no death threats but he was away a lot. It was never ideal but it could always be worse.”

“And what about you? Which area do you want to go in?” Jeongguk asks. It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen someone take a genuine interest in my soon-to-be profession. I feel flattered.

“Honestly, I have no idea,” I admit. “Ideally, I’d like to work in investigative journalism but the side effects of it sometimes just seem like too much for me. Not to mention that with how the media is evolving, I’m not sure that would put the bread on my table. By the looks of it, I am bound to end up working as a blogger for a fashion magazine or something like that. Maybe I’ll end up being an editor, if I work hard and have luck on my side.”

“You never know,” Jeongguk tells me. “Hard work will get you places. You seem dedicated and intelligent. Although your music taste is slightly questionable,” he adds. I am about to ask why he would diss my music taste but to my horror, I recognize the song that is playing – I can’t remember the name, don’t know the artist but the singer is singing about how she is horny, horny, horny, horny tonight.

I just close my eyes, trying hard not to laugh when I hear him laughing at my reaction. I struggle to keep a poker face, but I manage. “Let’s just pretend this did not happen.”

“Nah, I will remind you of it whenever I see you in the years to come,” he jokes.

“Whatever, it’s a solid song,” I roll my eyes jokingly, enjoying this kind of teasing. He’s getting more and more comfortable around me and I am enjoying it. The more he talks, the more I realize how funny he really is. “You’ve heard my spotify playlists – you know me better than most people do.”

“True, music can tell you a lot about somebody,” he agrees. “But if I’m being honest here, your playlists only raise more questions.”

“Such as?”

“Well, it went from heavy emotional damage with Lana Del Rey,” he starts counting on his fingers. “We had a callback to teenage emo phase with ‘Fall Out Boy’, took a quick turn with ‘Whitesnake’ and now we ended up with 90s dance music about horniness. The question that is practically jumping out is what the hell you were smoking when you created such a mess of a playlist?” he asks through laughter.

“Shut up,” I jokingly punch him on the shoulder. “I was running on coffee and a lack of sleep.”

“Whatever you say, boss lady,” he grins at me. “You’re weird but likeable.”

Cue the butterflies. I say nothing but I know, I just know, he can see the stupid grin stretching on my face. I am flattered and he knows it. We are inches away to full-blown flirting and honestly, I love it.

 “Done?” he looks over at me, eyebrows raised.

“Done,” I confirm, leaning back in my chair. “Four years of studying this shit only to have to finish my career as the school paper editor literally 30 minutes before the printing deadline.”

“You’re at the finish line, that’s all that matters,” he shrugs, looking like the textbook definition of the word casual as he makes himself more comfortable on the chair, folding and sitting on his legs. “I’m the only one who knows just how nuts you went these last couple of hours and I’ll never tell.”

“No way I trust you,” I roll my eyes. “We’ve met just hours ago – I’m going to need more than just puppy dog eyes to make me believe you?”

“Puppy dog eyes?” he questions but I just shake my head, positive that the blush in my cheeks speaks for itself.

“I just have one more thing to finish,” I mumble as I scroll down to the credits page, finding the photography section. “What’s your full name?”

“Jeon Jeongguk. Why?”

“Because all the photos we have used tonight are yours,” I tell him as I highlight Taehyung’s name and backspace it into oblivion – that’s the price he pays for nearly sabotaging me inadvertently. And also, I am allowed to do that, since none of the photos are actually his. So, I type Jeon Jeongguk, G.C. F.

“You don’t have to do that,” he shakes his head, suddenly switching back to the shy guy he was when he first knocked on the office door. “I’m okay with it remaining the same.”

“I’m not – it’s your work,” I say as I attach the file to the email addressed to our printers, who will probably murder me for doing this last minute. “And done,” I click send.

“Now we nap?” he suggests.

“Or we can just… I don’t know? Talk?” I suggest.

I don’t know how to say that I want to get to know him better, maybe flirt with him and set the foundation for a chance of a good fuck later down the road, without actually saying it.

“We can talk,” he nods and I could swear there’s a hint of a smirk on his face, but it disappears before I can confirm that it’s not just a product of my imagination and wishful thinking.

There is just something about him, something I couldn’t voice, even if I wanted to. A strange kind of appeal, the golden middle between shy and cute on one side and cocky and hot on the other. The changes between the two make my interest in him grow with each passing minute.

It’s been a while since I simply wanted someone to grab me and kiss me, hard.

And I can’t say it like that because so far, he hasn’t given me a single sign that he’d be up for it. That’s exactly why I want to talk. I want to talk and see where this can go and if I have to pull out some liquid courage to make it happen, I will not hesitate.

“You know, Namjoon has an emergency stash,” I smile when I see how he looks up at me in interest. “In normal circumstances, I wouldn’t dare touch it,” I say as I stand up and head for Joon’s desk, eyes on the bottom drawer. I crouch down; jiggle the drawer two times, like he always does. It’s still a little bit stuck but with one solid pull, I manage to open in. A grin grows on my face – there lies an unopened bottle of Absolut Citron – my safety net for tonight. “I don’t think these are normal circumstances,” I add, waving the bottle and giving Jeongguk a suggestive look. “You up for it?”

“Hell yeah.”

Half a mug of vodka later, I find myself laughing at Jeongguk’s fairly stupid story about how Taehyung once almost set fire to the apartment the two of them share.

“That guy is such a hazard,” I laugh.

“Maybe, but he’s also my best friend,” he comments. “You take the risks.”

“Tell me about it,” I snort. “Try being friends with Kim Namjoon. Not a month goes by without me driving him to the hospital because he injured himself in the stupidest way possible.”

“I always thought the two of you were a thing,” Jeongguk tells me, catching me completely by surprise because that’s just about the last think I expected to hear. “I mean, before I realized that Seokjin and you are a thing. Were a thing,” he corrects himself.

“Namjoon is the last person on this planet that would want to have anything other than friendship with me,” I laugh. “It goes both ways but I have a feeling the guy would rather walk barefoot on legos than have a fling or a relationship with me.”

“Why?” he asks. Simple question, complicated answer.

“He knows me too well,” I shrug.

“Oh no,” Jeongguk laughs. “No way I’m gonna let you cop out of that one. The conversation is finally turning interesting.”

“Thanks.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he laughs. “Now elaborate. Why not?”

Is this a can of worms I want to open? Probably not. “How honest do you want me to be?” I ask anyways.

“As honest as vodka can make you at 4AM,” he smiles and for the hundredth time tonight, I have to fight the urge to coo at him.

“Joon always calls me an overachiever,” I sigh before pausing to think about how to explain what’s fundamentally wrong with me as a person. Sadly, that’s not an easy task. “Even as a teenager, I’d always know what I wanted, I would aim for it and I’d get it. Dedicated, hardworking, obsessive – call it whatever. The problem occurs whenever I realize that I can’t have it all. No one can, it’s normal, right? Not for me. I still go for it, I hit the brick wall repeatedly but I make a crack in it, I pull the bricks out and I knock it down enough for me to pass.”

“That’s admirable, not bad,” Jeongguk interrupts me. “I wish I was more like that.”

“No, you don’t,” I chuckle, pausing to chug some vodka down because I am absolutely not drunk enough for this. “The problem starts when other aspects of your life start paying the price. For example, Seokjin. I could never put him before my work. Never, ever.”

“Isn’t that normal?” he asks, looking confused as he changes his position so that he is leaning on the wall. He is also a solid foot closer to me now and I am not complaining. “I don’t know how the two of you have functioned but isn’t it ridiculous to think that one’s romantic partner should be the center of one’s life?” he asks.

“Thank you,” I nod my head. “I tried to justify it like that. I still believe in that, too.”

“Is that why you and Seokjin are no longer together?” he asks.

“That’s even more complicated,” I let out a chuckle. “It just… it ran beyond the expiration date. I can’t explain it without sounding like a bitch because I was with him for two years and he really is an amazing guy but that just… that wasn’t me. He wanted me to invest more in the relationship and while that is completely fair, it’s not what I wanted to do. That is what made me realize that we were heading nowhere. When you don’t want to make the extra effort, that’s alarming.”

“It’s also the way life goes,” he shrugs. I am impressed and envious of how casual he sees the things that were absolutely not casual to me. “If you think about it, every relationship in your life will either end in a break up or with a happily ever after. Literally, every relationship.”

Shit, he’s right. “I never thought about it like that.”

“I have,” he chuckles. “Whenever I realize it’s going nowhere and it’s not my happily ever after, I end it. That’s why I’m single. It’s easier to just… not date anyone than to tell every single person that yeah, that’s not it. Sorry. Thanks for the time,” he adds and I laugh.

“True, that does sound wrong,” I agree. “I’ve been fighting the feeling that Seokjin’s not for me for a long time.”

“Not good enough?”

“More like too good,” I correct him. “He really is a great guy. Kind, smart, funny. He’s genuinely a good guy and I’d sing his praises for hours but it was just too… I guess boring is the word I’m looking for.”

“He’s a boring guy?” he asks. Wow, he is really interested in this.

“Kind of. Don’t get me wrong, I’m hardly the life of the party myself. But it was all just so… proper with him. Movie dates with an obligatory hand over the shoulder, flowers for birthdays, always red roses. Paying for everything, nice restaurants. If we had stayed together, it would go graduation, engagement, marriage, house in the suburbs and two kids – a boy and a girl. It wasn’t boring, not really. But it was just so… proper. Excitement-less. Always blockbusters, never indie movies. Always seats at concerts, never the pit. Dull conversations – about politics and the economy, never about conspiracy theories or the supernatural. The sex,” I suddenly stop, realizing I may have taken my rant too far.

“A bit boring too?” Jeongguk asks, a grimace mixed with compassion taking over his face.

“Yeah,” I nod my head. “Good but… same. All that I mentioned before, it’s fun, it’s nice but after a while you just… want something that will keep you on your toes a little bit. Not a fuckboy or anything like that but just a guy who can actually say something that might surprise me.”

“I like your way of thinking,” he mumbles, looking away from me and keeping his eyes directly in front of him. “You’re not wrong, about anything. And even if you were, on paper, you don’t need to follow the paper – you need to follow yourself. Yeah, many girls want exactly what you’ve just described but you’re not one of those girls and that’s okay. I have a feeling that you are looking at it as a flaw but it’s really not. If something doesn’t make you feel happy or content, it’s absolutely normal to walk away from it.”

“Thanks,” is all I can mumble, knowing that any other words may not be safe. This is not the direction I hoped our conversation would take but I can’t complain – it’s oddly therapeutic.

“You’re so hard to judge,” he chuckles and turns around to offer me a smirk. “I thought I had you all figured out even before we met. Then tonight, I realized I was wrong. And an hour later, I realized I was wrong again. And just now, I have to admit that I am wrong again. You don’t fit in the typical groups.”

“Okay, you gotta elaborate that,” he chuckles as I urge him to explain. “Come on. Elaborate.”

“Overachiever. I thought that too, at first,” he tells me. “A perfect girl, with perfect grades and a perfect boyfriend. Then I get here and see you panicking and hear your playlist and I figure you’re one of those ‘inner turmoil’ kind of girl who thinks the world doesn’t get her and listens to ‘The 1975’ and Banks and hates men and most women too and just wants to be left alone.”

“Hey,” I reach over quite a bit to hit him on the shoulder. “Don’t diss ‘The 1975’.”

“My point is,” he laughs as he rubs his shoulder jokingly. “You’re not one of those groups. You’re not any of the other groups either. You are… a healthy mix of a few of them. I can’t name them all – I don’t know you well enough. I can’t label you either and that’s kind of cool.”

“Okay, give me an unpopular opinion,” I change the topic in the speed of light, realizing that if he refers to me as ‘cool’ I will pull down his pants and give him the suck of his life. While that is something I would very much like to do, I still haven’t received any signs of him sharing the thought.

“Are you really at a concert if you’re not in the pit?” he laughs and I hit him on the shoulder again, this time simply scooting closer to do that and remaining in the same position.

“Yes, you are,” I laugh. “Pit is better but you can still enjoy a concert if you’re seated. Besides, that’s not an unpopular opinion. Give me something controversial.”

“Androids are better than Iphones,” he tells me and I gasp in fake shock.

“Oh no you didn’t,” he laughs at me. “How dare you diss the apple?”

“Your turn,” he nudges me with his arm.

“Flavored drinks suck,” I mumble as I look at my mug of vodka, my precious koala mug being used for such a shitty drink. “I’m not a drinker. I’m very much a lightweight but if I do drink, I want to taste the drink, not artificial aroma and sugar.”

“Not to mention it tricks you into thinking you’re not drinking much,” he adds.

“Next thing you know, you’re standing up and the world is spinning.”

“Eunhee, I hate to break it to you, but the world is spinning,” he tells me. Another hit on the shoulder and I realize that I am about two hits away from being considered extremely violent.

“Shut up. Your turn.”

“Mint chocolate chip ice cream is awesome.”

“YES!” I startle him with a yell. “Yes! Yes! Mint chocolate chip enthusiasts will rule the world.”

“Wow, if we keep this up you will probably start a revolution,” he laughs. “Do you want to continue with the unpopular opinions talk or do something else?”

Well, what I really want is to grind on him until he has tear in his eyes and is begging me to let him cum in his pants. Or for him to bend me over a desk and fuck me until I see stars – both works for me, really, but it’s not exactly something I can say. I don’t have enough vodka in my system.

“I have a shocking one for you – foreplay is better than sex,” I announce.

“Oh, that is an unpopular opinion,” he nods his head, looking pensive. “May I ask why?”

“Because people, and when I say people, I mean men, underestimate the value of it for a woman,” I tell him. “Some enjoy it very much, of course. But in most cases, they just wanna slide it in and get it over with and that’s not how it works for us, at least not for me. I need that kind of… mutual attention. It doesn’t have to be anything crazy or extensive but like… just making out. Just making out is such a fundamental part of foreplay and sex. It’s not that special – just a kiss with the passion amped up. But god, isn’t it important? Nothing beats that moment of lazy kissing, body to body, gentle touches and squeezes and subtle grinds, all while all the words are left unsaid between the two because they are too busy moving their tongues and biting lips and struggling to breathe properly because a good make out needs to leave your breath hitched and mouth open and… a moan stuck in your throat. A good, solid make out session is a preview into what kind of lover you will have and I’ll be damned but sometimes the trailer is more enjoyable than the actual movie, if done well.”

I stop talking with my mouth hanging open. I have no idea where that came from but I do know vodka fueled it. I stop my rant and struggle to think of a sudden change of topic, trying to ignore the slightly wide-eyed look on Jeongguk’s face that my rant had caused.

It sounded more like a political discussion than make out talk. I need to learn when to shut up.

“Yeah, that’s enough of unpopular opinions,” he lets out an awkward chuckle and I know that this is another moment I will regret in the years to come. “Don’t get me wrong, it was fun,” he chuckles when he notices the look on my face. “But I’d much rather make out with you right now.”

Oh. Oh. Okay. That’s… very convenient.

The tiniest of smirks that graced his face evaporates before my eyes and turns into a frown, caused by my initial lack of response – it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting the suggestion. “If you want to, that is,” he mumbles, turning into a nervous mess, nowhere near the hot, straight-to-the-point guy he was literally seconds ago. “If you don’t, that’s totally fine and we can just talk about music and-“

“I want to,” I interrupt him. “I… really want to,” I emphasize the really, knowing that looking a bit desperate is not only honest, but will also work in my favor.

“Get over here,” he chuckles as he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him.

[lovelyrocker]

Love Is Blind Ch.5

~RPF

~Warnings: Jared being extremely sweet.(yes, that needs a warning!), Angstish

~ Characters: Jensen, Jared, Lexi(OFC), Danneel, Genevieve, JJ, Shep, Tom, Amy(OFC), Cliff

~Pairings: Jared x Lexi(Eventually)

~Word Count: 3,507

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<Previous Chapter

*Six Months Later*

Lexi had been living her chaotic life with her brother for a little over a year. She thrived at her new school and was soon making straight A’s, had dozens of friends and seemed to indeed  be a social butterfly. Yet, she was head strong and hard to change her mind when she was passionate about something. Which is one of the reasons they she was in the position she was in now.

Lexi sat in the chair outside of the principal’s office taping the toe of her high heel on the leg of the chair next to her. She had altered her normal uniform into a provocative ensemble. Her white button down was tied at the bust, her skirt had been dramatically shortened, and her hair was tied up in pigtails. She tried to listen in on the conversation in the office but had trouble hearing completely.

The door opened and Jensen walked out with the principal, the two of them shaking hands. Jensen turned to Lexi and pointed towards the exit. “Go.” They walked to the car in silence, and as soon as the car door shut, Jensen turned to her. “Really?! What the hell were you thinking?!”

“I think we may have gotten through to them.” Lexi gave a playful glance and a shrug.

They continuously bickered the whole drive home up until they walked into the house. “All I’m saying, Lex, is you could have done it a different way.” Jensen tossed his jacket on the back of a chair, walking into the kitchen.

“Could have done what different?” Danneel asked turning around, her jaw dropping when she saw Lexi. “Oh my God, what did you do to your uniform?”

“Lexi and her friends decided to protest at school today.” Jensen rubbed his temples.

“Protesting what?” Genevieve asked as she walked in, Jared chasing the kids through the room, suddenly stopping.

“What are you wearing?!” Jared froze looking at Lexi. Genevieve, without hesitation, reached up and smacked Jared over the head. “Ow! What was that for?!”

“Just because we are divorced doesn’t mean I can’t still smack you when you are ogling a girl that’s not even legal.”

Jared grinned as he sat across from Jensen. “Sorry. I’m just a little shocked to see Lex dressed like Britney Spears.” He poked fun but in reality Jared was trying not to stare at her protruding cleavage.

“And that is exactly the point of the protest!” Lexi shouted. “Thank you, Jared.” She nodded in appreciation to him.

“Speaking of, can you please?” Jensen said, beginning to button her shirt. 

Lexi swatted him away and buttoned up her blouse. “Look, the point is we have no issue with the uniforms. The issue is the comments and vulgarities that the male half of the student body shouts at us daily. And when they do, the teachers and faculty say it’s just ‘boys being boys.’” She air quoted. “But when we make their words reality, we get reprimanded.”

“So you call the principal a sexist?!” Jensen’s voice rose several octaves.

“Oh, I didn’t call him a sexist. I said him not acknowledging the issue was sexist behavior.” She said with a wave of her hand.

“Well, you’ve got my support.” Danneel shrugged with an approving smile.

“Same here. Fight the power!” Genevieve said, extending a hand and high fiving Lexi.

“Okay, no!” Jensen looked at Genevieve and Danneel annoyed. “You two are supposed to back me up, not encourage X-Tina.”

 “Okay, Lex, go change.” Danneel gestured to the stairs.

“Fine.” Lexi let out a groan with another eye roll walking towards the stairs. 

“She graduates in two weeks and she does this?” Jensen pinched the bridge of his nose. “And it’s not like I can stay mad at her.” He looked at his wife speaking with his hands in frustration. “She tells me in the car on the way home she enrolled into the university with the money from modeling.”

“Really?” Danneel asked, surprised and proud.

“I told her she should have said something. I would have fronted the bill or dad, no questions. She said she wanted to do it herself. Kid didn’t even graduate yet and she is already working on college. She started like, two months ago. Did you know anything about this?” Danneel shook her head.

“I did.” Jared answered.

“You did?” Genevieve looked at him.

“Yeah, she asked me to help her pick out her classes.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Jensen questioned his friend.

“I thought you knew!” He shrugged.

“Well, I didn’t!”

“Boobies!” They heard Shep shout from the stairs.

“Your son has a thing for boobs.” Lexi said, walking into the kitchen with a t-shirt and jeans on, her hair flowing down her back.

“Not boobs in general, just your boobs.” Genevieve said with a grin. “He’s weird.”

“Well, at least he has good taste.” Jared smirked.

“I will stab you.” Jensen eyed him, Danneel and Genevieve laughing.

“I’m not saying that as a pervert.” Jared defend with his hands up. “I’m just saying, my kid likes beauty and brains.” He said, walking into the other room.

“We are off to the market. Y’all have the kids under control?” Danneel asked.

“Yeah, we’re good.” Jensen shooed her away.

Danneel leaned in and gave her husband a kiss on the cheek as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “You know who she reminds me of?”

“Hmm?” Jensen hummed looking sideways at her.

“You.” Both she and Genevieve said in unison.

Jensen knew they were right. Despite the twenty one year age difference and the fact that they were not even related by blood, Lexi and Jensen behaved an awful lot alike. He admitted to seeing himself in her so much at times that she could pass for his daughter. He loved her and protected her like one for sure.

After everyone had cleared the kitchen, Lexi walked by Jensen and he stopped her. “Punk, come here.” He pulled a chair out for her. “It’s not that I’m not proud of you for wanting to stand up for yourself and the other girls at the school. Just next time, can you do it with more clothes on, please?”

“Okay. And sorry if I pissed you off by having the school call you on your day off.”

“No worries.” He said, pulling her into a hug.

~

Two weeks later, Lexi walked across that stage in her cap and gown, the youngest on the stage. She was graduating at sixteen years old, nearly two years early. Jensen clapped and shouted his excitement and pride along with his mother, father, brother and sister. Genevieve, Danneel and Jared, and all the kids, were also in attendance to watch Lexi. Tom and Shep looked adorable in their little vests and bow ties as they cheered for Lexi. JJ donned an adorable red dress as she shouted for her Auntie Lex who couldn’t stop the radiating smile off her face. 

“I’m so proud of you!” Alan said as he squeezed Lexi into another hug. She didn’t have time to breathe before she was pulled into another hug from her mom, and the cycle kept going till she went through a dozen people.

  All Lexi asked for that night was a simple celebration with her family. Her mom, dad, brothers and sister, Danneel, Genevieve, Jared and the kids. A nice dinner and an evening together was more than enough for her, which worked for the most part, because schedules had everyone back on the road for home the next day, well, to the skies.

The graduation excitement was starting to settle down a month after and things were back into the normal routine for her. Well, sort of. Instead of starting Junior year with her friends she had modeling gigs here and there. Nothing huge, just small jobs that normally took twelve to sixteen hours. She was making a name for herself. Yet something seemed missing.

“Whatcha doing, Punk?” Jensen greeted as he walked into the house setting his bag down.

“Hey Dork.” She responded not looking up from her laptop.

Jensen observed the way she was sitting with her chin resting on the knee that was pulled up to her chest while the other dangled. ”You look awfully concentrated there.”

“Huh?” Lexi finally looked away from the screen.

“What are you looking at?” He made his way over to her side.

“Trying to decide what to do with my life." Lexi answered resting her head in her hand, her dark hair in messy waves.

"You still have plenty of time. You're only sixteen." Jensen assured with a smile.

"I know, but I thought I'd know by now. Thought I'd have it figured out." She said closing her laptop discouraged.

"Yeah, because graduating early and have two semesters of college under your belt shows you're totally slacking." Jensen said sarcastically. “And the whole modeling thing does nothing for you either.” He shrugged.

Lexi smiled up at her brother. "I've just been thinking a lot about everything."

"Everything?" Jensen looked at her oddly. "What's everything?"

"The fact that five years ago I saw my future as either a homeless person or living in some dump surrounded by drug addicts” She looked up at her big brother.”Five years ago I didn't think I had a future. Now I am sitting here with unlimited options at my disposal and nothing to stop me. It's a little overwhelming."

"It can be. Lexi, you're still so young. You're a little more than halfway to seventeen and have accomplished so much. You don't have to go big with everything you do. You know we love you either way.” He placed a hand on her arm. “ I am so, so proud of you and everything you have gone through and beat. Now is the time to go slow. You have always went at things zero to sixty. Go at your own time and figure out what you want. What makes you happy. Check out your options and make a few mistakes, explore. And when you find something that truly makes you happy, that you can see yourself doing the rest of your life, you'll know." She nodded her head really taking in everything Jensen was telling her. "And for the record," He smiled at her. "I am very grateful that you went through my garbage five years ago." She looked at him with a cheesy little sister smile and gave him a hug.

"Oh, I have an idea!" Lexi jumped from Jensen causing him to jump as well.

"That was quick."

"Can I hang out on set tomorrow? I always had an interest in the things they do there with the camera work and make up."

"Sure. But you'd have to wake up early."

When Jensen said early, he meant early. He shook Lexi's shoulders at three thirty the next morning waking her from her deep sleep. "Dude, what the hell?" She asked, her voice grumpy.

"Still want to come to set?" She could hear the amusement in his voice.

"What time is it?" Lexi grumbled squirming in her bed.

"Three thirty."

"Dude, roosters aren't even up this early." She said sitting on her elbows.

"We'll be downstairs." He chuckled, walking out of the room.

Lexi dressed and made her way downstairs ten minutes later. She walked into the kitchen and saw Jensen, Jared and Cliff with each a cup of Starbucks in hand.

"My lady." Cliff handed her a Venti latte.

"Oh my God, you are my favorite person in this room." She took the cup and sipped the hot liquid then hugged Cliff.

On set she was amazed and intrigued by the way things went. Lexi always loved visiting set, but this time she was there with purpose. She observed the camera man and asked questioned when she saw the director wasn't busy. The director taking time to show her a few things. She did the same with props and wardrobe and wandered off when it came to make up finding herself in the makeup trailer with the head makeup artist, Amy. Lexi asked question after question and watched tentatively as she apply prosthetics and make up to Misha. After two hours of being gone on set her phone rang.

"Where did you disappear to?" Jensen’s concerned voice chimed.

"I'm in the makeup trailer helping Amy beat up Misha."

"You're what?" Jensen asked confused.

"I've been in here for a while. The way she does things is really cool. And the stuff you guys use for blood is really good. Tastes like candy." She said licking her fingers Jensen hearing a smack over the line.

"Lex, stop eating the prop make up. If you need a sugar rush, Jared has a big bag of gummy bears in the drawer all the way to the left."

Lexi walked over opening the drawer. "Oh, thank you!" She said then hung up and ripped open the bag.

Lexi spent the majority of the day helping Amy with makeup. She was having fun with it and really enjoyed it. She was relaxed and having fun.

"So I hear you have a new helper?" Jared spoke as he walked in full of dirt.

"Dude, Lexi is awesome! She is a natural." Amy dotted. "She did the bruising and cuts on Misha by herself."

"Really?" Jared looked at Lexi impressed. “Nice!”

"So what are we doing to him?" Lexi asked excited.

"We are doing that." Amy pointed to the drawing depicting Sam rather coutinand bruised along his torso.

"This will be fun!" Lexi rubbed her hands together.

Lexi grabbed the items Amy instructed her to get as she popped another gummy bear in her mouth. "Are those my gummy bears?" Jared looked over.

Lexi swallowed quickly, barely chewing. "No." She turned to face him.

"Then what is in your hand?" Jared questioned.

"Jensen gave up your stash." Lexi said with an adorably guilty smile.

Jared smiled and Amy began to direct Lexi on applying makeup. She guided her along the instructions making sure Lexi had it correctly applied. After about fifteen minutes Amy’s cell rang. "Hey, I have to do a few touch ups on set, you got this?"

"Uh, no!" Lexi protested. "Dude, I only been doing this a day!"

"And your are great and a natural. Just keep doing what you're doing. I'll be back." Amy said as she walked out the door.

She froze not knowing what to do. Suddenly everything Amy taught her that day was gone. "You look like you’re gonna puke." Jared teased.

"Shut up." Lexi said as she grabbed the paper and looked it over once more.

"You're doing fine. Just relax." Jared couldn’t help but grin. Lexi wasn’t intimidated by much. But this made the cut.

Lexi finished the cuts on his forearm then looked at the paper. "I'm gonna need to get at your ribs." Without hesitation Jared pulled his shirt overhead. "Okay, skyscraper stand up. I'm not as short as all these other chicks around here."

“Yes, ma”am.” Jared stood and Lexi got to work on the prosthetic for the gashes on his side. She moved the brush with procesion making sure she matched every stroke to the page. As she smoothed the edges of one section Jared jerked away and let out a muffled chuckled. 

Lexi leaned back on her heels and held her hands up. "What'd I do?"

"Nothing." He answered with a smile. "I'm ticklish there."

"I'm sorry." She smiled and continued to press the application gaining another chuckle from Jared. "Okay giggles do you need a minute?" She looked up at him with a laugh.

Jared shook his head with a grin and Lexi knelt down in front of Jared as she proceeded with the application. She smoothed her hands along his tanned, toned abdomen and up and down the canyons of his hips. She couldn't help but notice how tight and firm his body was. How his muscles flexed beneath her fingers with every little move. His skin hot to the touch. Lexi glanced up and saw Jared staring down at her. A slight smirk pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. She looked away quickly as her face suddenly felt hot. Good God this man's body was like a buffet in front of her. One she knew she could not eat from. And him looking down at her like that was enough to send her mind into the deep end. The door opened and Jensen stepped in then tilted his head looking at Lexi on her knees practically in front of Jared’s crotch.

"Is this a new service that we get with makeup now?" Jensen pointed at her. “If so i’m gonna need a different make up artist.”

"Yes, I was just about to blow his mind." Lexi countered with a giggle. “Come back in ten.” She stood up.

"Not an image I needed in my head." Jensen shook his head walking to the opposite chair, Jared laughing.

Later that night after they'd spent sixteen hours on set. Lexi spending the majority in the makeup trailer. Tired and feeling accomplished, she and Jensen were in the livingroom watching some oddball show having changed into their pajamas for the night.

Jared came down stairs, shirtless picking at the prosthetic cuts on his hip. "Hey, Jay?" he paused in the living room. "Did you have any trouble getting these prosthetics off?"

"No, mine washed off in the shower like normal." Jensen answered looking at him. “Why?”

"I did that and tried a few things but nothing. I wonder why it isn't coming off?" He continued to pick with the fake cuts walking down the stairs.

"That's because I used super glue for yours." Lexi said nonchalantly but with a smile of satisfaction on her face.

"What?" Jared’s head snapped up with surprise.

"You didn't." Jensen asked looking at her a smile extending on his face.

Lexi looked at Jared with a smile. "It's really not nice to brag about pranking people." She said innocently.

"How did you do this when I was looking at you the whole time?" Jared asked in disbelief.

"Not the whole time. And I'm quick." She giggled standing. "Don't freak though. I know how to take it off." She walked towards the bathroom and reemerged with what she needed.

"I can't believe you did this." Jared smiled as Lexi mixed the solution.”Sneaky little thing.” He shook his head. "You sly little evil geniuses, you." He had an air of pride in his voice, As Lexi began dabbing the solution to Jared's skin.

"Lex, smile for you handy work." Jensen snapped a picture as she and Jared made a quick pose. "I'm so posting this." He walked out the room looking down at his phone, still laughing.

Lexi tried not to let her attention drift as she dabbed the solution on the glue. It was rather difficult with Jared standing in front of her, shirtless with his abs perfectly toned and shaped in front of her. There was that buffet again. The V line of his hips so obvious in her face as it lead down into the top of his jogging pants. Pants that sat low, right above his most personal area.

"Thinking about something good?" Jared's voice pulled her back to reality.

"Huh?"

"You're biting your lip with a look of a naughty daydream on your face. Care to share?"

Lexi's cheeks flushed red and she looked away, focusing on her task. "Uh, no just, my mind drifted is all." She brushed off his comment.

"Looked like it drifted to a pretty good place." He smirked at her.

The red deepened on her cheeks as she continued removing the prosthetic. She could feel Jared's eyes on her, watching her every move. He was studying her, seeing her reactions. Was he flirting? My God chick, you inhaled way to much hairspray today. She thought to herself. But this wasn’t the first time it seemed like he was being a little too sweet to her. 

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She asked finally.

"Like what?" He asked with a tiny tilt of his head.

"Just, the- the way you are right now.”

Jared chuckled. "Because you're cute when you get embarrassed." Lexi looked up at him not expecting him to say that. "And when you drift off, thinking of something...interesting," he lifted a hand and gently pushed her hair from her eyes, letting his fingertips skim across her features for a second. "You look tempting." The words left his mouth without thinking. "Tempted, I mean, you look tempted." He quickly corrected.

Lexi took a breath as his slip broke some of the tension and the air eased up a bit. "All done." She said standing, gathering her things and making her was to her room without another word confused at the way he just touched her. So gently. So sweet. He was not helping her crush that’s for damn sure.

Next Chapter>

Tags: @saxxxyjared , @xostephanie

[k-joonie]

Little Band of Misfits

??? x reader

A/N: The violence in this might be a little triggering to some. Not to mention the vulgar words used. Read at your own cost. I may continue this in the future??? Idk?? Lemme know if you want me to (*´∀`*) Also, to go with how Korean high schools work, the hyung line is 18 and the maknae line is 17. Korean age ofc (*^.^*)

You worked hard for your money. Growing up in a bad part of town with just you and your father taught you the value of it. Especially with your father sick and out of work, you learned how to juggle school and work. With two part-time jobs and only being in high school, you didn’t have time for anything. You went to school, went to work, then went home. Free time was nonexistent.

At school, people tended to steer clear of you. You did your work and didn’t bother anyone even though you were often seen getting in trouble violating the school uniform or not completing your homework. You tried to complete the homework, but you often fell asleep in the middle of doing it. Most students stayed away because of this, thinking you were a bad student. You didn’t mind. That was fewer people in your business.

Sitting at your desk, you pulled out a pen and a notebook, waiting for class to begin. Many of the girls in the class were fawning over one of your classmates, Kim Namjoon. He was a genius that never needed to go to the after-school cram hours as most other students did. He was also part of Bangtan, which was basically a gang made of seven members. All of the members were different in personalities and interests, but they seemed to be the best of friends. Namjoon was the leader, so that made him at least ten times cooler to the rest of your peers, but you didn’t give a single shit. The eldest of the four, known as the hyung line, were second years like you and the maknae line were in their first year of high school.

You zoned out for most of the school day, mind more preoccupied with what work would be like that night. Luckily, you made decent enough grades that the teacher had stopped caring that you didn’t pay attention. At this point, you were a lost cause. That night you were working at the cafe until midnight, so you had to pump yourself up for the long night ahead.

Arriving at work, you put on an apron and your best smile. It wasn’t too hard to fake happiness at the cafe since most of the customers were fairly nice there. Those that came late were typically university student that needed a bit of caffeine and a quiet place to study. As soon as it hit midnight, your manager sent you on your way.

The cafe was not too far from your home, so there was no reason for you to take the bus. It would have just been a waste of money. “Hey baby,” a voice called from the alleyway. “What’cha doin’ out here this late at night? Daddy not here to escort you home? How about we show you a fun time.”

Huffing to yourself, you stuck your middle finger out to the bunch of bums in the alleyway. Before you knew it, they grabbed your hand and pushed you against the alleyway wall. “Oh, baby, you’re gonna regret that bad attitude. Only good girls get treated well,” another of the cretins spoke. There were two restraining you and one in front of your face, teasing you and creeping you out. You wriggled your dominant hand out of their grasp and punched the one in front on the nose. “You bitch!”

You managed to push the two that were restraining you out of the way and spin kick the other. The two you pushed away tried to come at you at once, but you managed to dodge their punches. A few more of their friends popped up. You tried to hold them off as long as possible, but they outnumbered you, so there wasn’t a lot you could do.

“Hey!” Another male’s voice had called out from where you couldn’t see. “Ganging up on a poor girl like that? At least make it even.” You turned your head to where the voice was coming from to see none other than Kim Namjoon and company. “There’s eight of you and eight of us. At it’ll make it fun.” The bums shrugged and went after the boys as well.

Pushing your confusion aside, you helped out Bangtan. You could hold yourself well in a fight. Considering where you grew up, it was a right of passage to win a fight in an alleyway. You had won your fair share of them. The fight ended when you and Bangtan were the only ones left standing.

Your rush of adrenaline leaving you, you fell to your knees. Everything hurt and your skin was covered in a mix of sweat and blood. That had been the worst you were roughed up in a while. One of the boys hurried over to check on you. “Hi, I’m Jung Hoseok. You can call me Hobi. What’s your name?”

“Y/L/N Y/N,” you managed to cough out.

“Hoseok hyung, you might want to let the one person part of Bangtan that’s the closest to a doctor as we can get tend to dear Y/N,” Namjoon warned. Hoseok nodded and moved out the way, only to be replaced by another of the hyung line.

“I’m Kim Seokjin, but you can call me Jin. Can I look at you closer?” the man asked you. You nodded and he started to check you over for your injuries. “A few lacerations and a bruised rib or two. Nothing too deep. We should bring her back to our place because she might need stitches. I can’t do much for her out here.”

Namjoon nodded. “Looks like we’re gonna need our muscle pig. Jungkook?” The youngest boy nodded and jogged over to you.

“Y/N? I’m going to pick you up. Just wrap your arms around my neck,” Jungkook instructed. You nodded and he slipped one arm around your back and the other under your knees. Fortunately, their house wasn’t too far away from where you were, so in fifteen minutes you were there.

Jungkook put you down on their couch as Jin went to the back to grab his supplies. Taehyung and Jimin made quick work to distract you from the pain after they introduced themselves. They all acted as if you had no clue who they were. You knew them each vaguely, considering they were all very popular at school for their good looks and air of mystery. Even Yoongi, who had refrained from introducing himself or making any kind of conversation.

“Y/N,” Namjoon interrupted. “I’ve been doing some thinking. If it’s okay with the boys, I would like you to join Bangtan. You’re a tough girl. I think you would make a good addition to the team.” The other boys nodded along as you continued to stare at him dumbfounded. “Each of us has our own role. Jin hyung is our doctor. While he can put up a fight, he shines more in patching us up. Yoongi hyung here is one of our main fighters. He really packs a punch. Hoseok hyung is more like a field agent. When we take jobs, he gathers intel about targets from those close to them. Talented in the art of misdirection. I’m the leader and the brains behind every operation. Jimin works with Hoseok hyung. He’s very good at getting information from our female targets. Taehyung is our computer guy. During jobs, he’s in charge of hacking into whatever system we need him to and making sure that any video evidence of our work doesn’t continue to exist. Jungkook is our muscle. Along with Yoongi, they both are our fighters.”

“I don’t really understand,” you said. “Why me?” The whole situation felt laughable to you. “Why would I want to join you? What’s in it for me?”

“Y/N, you work two jobs. You’re hardly able to take care of your father, much less yourself. With the money we pull from jobs and the occasional street fights we do on the side, you’d be able to provide your father with the best possible care plus enough for you to live comfortably.” Namjoon stepped a little closer to you. “On the subject of ‘why you,’ there are many jobs we missed out on because we didn’t have a female on our team. We’ve had our eye on you for a while. You’re strong, passionate, and have a loyalty to family. Those are qualities we all share.” Namjoon paused for a second and chuckled. “Not to mention you have one hell of a hook.”

You took a second to think. If you joined them, you could quit your jobs. No need to sell shitty pastries or wait tables. Not to mention that you could take care of your father. To hell with the questionable legality of it all, surely something most high schoolers did not have to worry about. “Okay, fine. I’ll do it. What do I do?”

Namjoon smiled. “Just wait, little sparrow. I promise that it will be a fun time.”

[raganandhersurveys]

5/21/21~5000 question survey 201-300 {CXVII}

This has been in the drafts for far too long lol

201. Put these creatures in order from what you would least like to be reincarnated as (1), to what you would most like to be reincarnated as (10) assuming reincarnation ended up existing AND you were given a choice: caterpillar, house dog, wild dog, vulture, male human, female human, oak tree, rock, manta ray, dolphin 

~female human, dolphin, male human, house dog, manta ray, wild dog, caterpillar, oak tree, vulture, rock

 202. What do you feel unworthy of? 

~sometimes i feel like i don’t deserve the love that people give me. but i definitely don’t dwell on that thought 

 203. Would you rather be remembered for having done something for humanity or being a really nice person? 

~doing something for humanity; that effects more people 

 204. Which do you value more: science or intuition? 

~honestly depends on what it is haha. i lead with my heart more than my brain sometimes 

 205. Your best friend and your significant other are in the hospital at the same time with the same ailment. Who do you visit first? 

~...... i hate questions where i have to choose one person over another, i can’t choose 

206. Does the universe revolve around human beings?

~lol nope we exist in it just like everything else. we took it upon ourselves to feel as though we are superior 

207. If you are no longer a virgin, do you wish you still were?

~no, that thought has never even crossed my mind

208. Who is your favorite poet of those who are alive right now?

~i rlly don’t know that many poets 

209. What is your favorite song from the 90's? 

~my heart will go on~ celine dion; stereotypical ik but like i love that song

 210. If you were in alphabet soup what letter would you be? 

~the r ofc:)

 211. Do you believe in fairies, ghosts, aliens, angels, dwarves, elves, etc.?

~i definitely believe in angels. as far as aliens and ghosts are concerned, i for the mots part believe in them but i am a little skeptical and someone can be a dwarfed person so i believe in that too, but the elves and fairies are a no go. 

212. What makes you want to be someone’s friend? 

~if we have similar interests, if they’re funny, kind, if they’re open minded and deep, and like to eat food a lot because i sure do

 213. Do you troll around the Internet harassing people anonymously for fun? 

~bahaha i have a life lol 

 214. Have you ever seen the movie A Man Who Fell to Earth?

~nope

 215. What is your favorite line from a movie? 

~”ughhh! as if”

216. What's your favorite video game? 

~i don’t rlly play video games lol

 217. Have you ever taken something that wasn't yours? 

~yeahhhhhh

 218. What is one phrase people say that irritates you?

~”we love that”

 219. You allow strangers to read your diary, but would you let your parents read it?

~lol never

220. Hot steamy bubble bath or quick in and out shower?

~depends on my mood. if i have something to do i’d obviously choose the shower lol

221. Are you allergic to anything? 

~nope

222. What is your favorite Terminator movie?

~i don’t rlly like any of them

 223. What is your favorite fast food?

~chick-fil-a!!!!

224. What would someone have to do to get you to never speak to him or her again?

~cheat on me or hurt someone i love

225. Would (or have) you ever whip someone or be whipped by someone in bed? 

~i have never and will never whip or be whipped in bed hahaha

 226. Have you ever said 'I hate everyone' and really meant it literally? 

~lol no

 227. Why do some people want to get more money than they could ever spend?

~greedyyyyyyy oooh. money is also an addiction i feel like; for some people they will never have enough 

 228. Have you ever won a carnival fish?

~:((((( no

229. Did it live more than a week? 

~^

 230. What's the best sounding accent a person can have? 

~i love a spanish accent or italian/bostson accents too 

231. What's the most boring thing you've ever read? 

~some book for school probably 

232. Do you prefer buttons or touch screens? 

~ig touch screens

233. Do you think there is a lot of similarity between the Harry Potter books and the Lord of the Rings series? 

~there rlly is but they’re worded differently because they were written in such different times. i enjoyed both but i love lotr. 

234. Would you consider yourself to be naive?

~in some regards, yes 

235. Which of your friends is most likely to go to jail?

~andrew 

236. What is the smallest amount of money that could be in a public toilet that would make you reach in and grab it?

~honestly if it was a $20 dollar bill

 237. Would you ever wear real fur?

~no

238. Arachnophobia or Eight Legged Freaks?

~huh?

239. What are your feelings about police officers? 

~not all of them are bad. Yes there are corrupt ones but can’t any career have corrupt employers? I would feel safer having them than not so I do not support the whole ACAB movement

 240. What is your favorite line from a song? 

~i have no idea lmao like my mind went totally blank

 241. Is fifty dollars a lot of money?

~to me yeah haha

242. Do you like the band Front 242 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Front_242)? 

~i’ve never heard of them

243. Would you rather have fame, money, or self-satisfaction? 

~self-satisfaction

244. What's your middle name? 

~alexandria

 245. What is the absolute limit, the craziest thing you would do for a million dollars?

~probs pee in a public place 

246. Are you good, evil or neutral?

~i’d say neutral lmao

 247. Should ebonics (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ebonics) be considered a language?~sure lol 

248. What color is your bedroom? 

~sage green

What color would you like it to be? 

~i want my next room to have just white walls 

249. When are you planning to move to a new home? 

~well i move into my college suite in august 

250. If you added up the cost of everything in the room with you, approximately what would it come out to be?

~well i’m not in my room right now so i have no idea

251. Do you blow your nose in public?

~i try to avoid it but you gotta do what you gotta do

252. Do you want to follow in your parent's footsteps?

~in some ways yes, but in other ways absolutely not

 253. What is the coolest web site you know of? 

~any online shopping place haha

254. Which cartoon would you most like to see turned into a movie? 

~most of them have already been turned into movies and they aren’t that great

255. Of the following, which word best describes you: enthusiastic, fair minded, generous, helpful 

~i’d say fair minded overall

256. Can you eat with chopsticks?

~no but i wish i could haha

257. Could you tell real money from counterfeit?

~most likely no

258. What do you think about school uniforms?

~i’m so glad i went to a public school and didn’t have to wear one. i love clothes and creating outfits so i’d hate to have to wear the same thing like every day

 259. What ancient civilization would you most like to visit?

~either egypt or greece

 260. What would make a great new Crayola color?

~do they have a sage green color?

261. If an art project is created with the intent of getting rich and famous, does that cast doubt over its significance as a work of art? 

~not necessarily. I feel like it’s hard to do anything artistic like that without a purpose or meaning

 262. If you became president, whom would you invite to sing at your inauguration? 

~ariana grande or sza 

 263. Who is the greatest philosopher of your country? 

~me lol 

264. If all the nations in the world are in debt, where did all the money go? 

~i feel like it went to borrowing and to funding the military

265. Is it as easy to make you happy now as it was when you were a child? 

~i feel like as a child it was easier 

 266. Who knows more...you, or your parents?

~depends on the topic tbh 

 267. What instrument would you like to be famous for playing? 

~electric guitar or piano

 268. Children fill its lungs completely with air. Adults breathe in a more shallow way, not filling their lungs completely. Why the change? 

~that is not a question for me lol

 269. Would you have sex with a stranger for one million dollars? 

~mmmmmm yeah tbh LMAO

270. Are you completely in control of your body? 

~i guess lol

 271. Which is more romantic: an expensive, glittering bouquet OR flowers that were hand picked as they grew beside the parkway? 

~i’d love either. sometimes money is the thought for someone but hand picked is so special to 

 272. Do you know yourself well enough to understand why you feel the way you do?

~in some instances, yes. but then sometimes i’ll feel a random emotion at times. there are times where i’ll just feel really sad and I don’t know why lol 

273. Which do you do more often: let movies, songs and books put your feelings into words for you or put your feelings into words by yourself? 

~both but the songs and books do it so beautifully 

274. Do you believe celebrities when they are endorsing a product? 

~usually not lol

 275. What kind of movies do you wish were made more often?

~i’m always down for a good horror movie 

 276. Does fashion matter to you? 

~yesss! that’s the field i want to enter 

277. Should politicians be held to the same legal standards as everyone else? 

~of course, if not more so 

 278. What do you get in trouble for the most? 

~my mom always says i do things last minute 

279. Should parents spank their kids? 

~you do what you wanna do as a parent

 280. What is your worst daily habit? 

~eating unhealthy foods lol

 281. If you had your choice which one TV show would you have canceled?

~pretty little liars because it’s literally knock off gossip girl

282. Do you like the taste of sweet or salt?

~definitely salt 

 283. Are you very precise about what words you use to describe your feelings and thoughts? 

~not always lol 

284. What do you feel the most guilty about? 

~sometimes i feel like i let people down because some of my decisions still depend on other people (ex: if my mom says no to something that someone asked me to do)

 285. Do you meditate?

~no

286. Can dreams be visions, or do you feel they are always random images?

~i think they can be visions but i feel that most of the time they are random images

 287. Do you try to write/say what you are feeling in a true and simple way?

~why are so many of these questions about this lmao um it depends if i have a grasp on my emotions in that moment 

288. The thief _______ that everyone steals. What verb would you fill in the blank with? 

~is jealous?

289. What's the most incredible experience you ever had?

~one night a year or so ago me and some friends just hung out but it felt like a movie. we were jamming to music with the windows down and just going crazy; what a time to be alive 

 290. Are you ever afraid to write/say/think how you feel?

~for sure however i have learned that that is very unhealthy so i usually tend to speak my mind 

 291. Do you write/say/think it anyway or become intimidated and try to avoid it?

~^

292. What is one thing you can't do?

~ride a bike 

293. Do you like movies starring Charleton Heston (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charleton_Heston)? 

~i’ve never seen any of his movies 

 294. Are you gentle? 

~i try to be 

 295. When do you feel the most raw and vulnerable? 

~when i’m alone and not talking to anyone 

296. Are you trying to find yourself?

~aren’t we all?

297. Where are you looking?

~in my passions and just getting to understand myself in general 

298. Are you sometimes afraid of being honest because you are afraid of hurting people's feelings?

~yep

299. What would make you a stronger person? 

~not lettings things that people say get to me and not caring so much of what others think of me 

 300. What book would you like to read sometime soon?

~there isn’t one in particular but i would like to start reading stephen king 

[guhudude]

Tagged by: @omuii le geef

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

LAST:  1. Drink: coke 
2. Phone call: probably my mom 
3. Text message: to my girlfriend: ^_^
 4. Song you listened to: Free -6LACK 
5. Time you cried: uhhhhhhhhhh I think it was two weeks ago when I was frustrated with my family for not treating me like an adult

 HAVE YOU: 
6. Dated someone twice: nooo
 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: yes but I barely count it as a kiss lol. I was in 8th grade and gave my boyfriend a peck on the lips and the whole thing was so forced it was stupid 
8. Been cheated on: don't think so
 9. Lost someone special: yes 
10. Been depressed: heck yeck 
 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yeah I was at a party with some friends in college and it was a great party most of the people were LGBT and everybody was really chill but I just really wanted to get wrecked lol. I started with beer because I thought that was all they had but then I found out they had Smirnoff ice and I started drinking those, and I played a drinking game with shots of Long Island iced tea.... best party ever even though I did get sick twice 

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:
 12-14: I can't believe this is just a clever way to skip my favorite number in the questions but ok: ultramarine blue, lime green, umm. Plum purple? Not all at once lol 

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:
 15. Made new friends: yes
 16. Fallen out of love: yes (only romantically) 
17. Laughed until you cried: yes, usually because of The Squad, my Skype group 
18. Found out someone was talking about you: yupperooza. 
19. Met someone who changed you: hmmmm. I followed someone on tumblr does that count? 
20. Found out who your friends are: yes 
21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: my gf ;) 

GENERAL: 
22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: almost all of them, so around 200
 23. Do you have any pets: Sasha, a 6 year old border collie-husky mix who is black with blue eyes (she's a little brat who tries to trip everyone by tackling their feet), and Gretchen, a 11 year old German shepherd mix with a big belly (and a bigger heart) and a curly tail 
24. Do you want to change your name: yeah, my legal name is both too feminine and too biblical. Hopefully someday I'll get to change it legally to Peri. 
25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I honestly don't remember :') it was probably boring 
26. What time did you wake up: I woke up at 9 surprisingly well rested 
27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching Jupiter Ascending which is one heck of a movie 
28. Name something you can’t wait for: going to visit my geef in New Jersey again
 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: I'm sitting next to her on the couch watching family feud right now 
30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: GIVE ME THE HECKENING MOTIVATION!!!!
 31. What are you listening right now: G-Mix: Russel on Spotify. I'm goin through all of their playlists. B) 
32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: there were a few different guys named Tom at the campgrounds we used to go to every summer. 
33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my LACK!! OF MOTIVATION!!!!! 
34. Most visited website: tumblr, YouTube, kimcartoon 

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 
35. Mole/s: a few on my arms
 36. Mark/s: fuckin perpetual acne and scars from it on my shoulders and back : ) a birthmark on my left side and supposedly one on the back of my neck but ofc I've never actually seen it -squints- a few freckles here and there 
37. Childhood dream: to be literally every fucking profession. I wanted to be a princess, a fire fighter, a veterinarian, a cop, a psychiatrist...
 38. Hair color: brown
 39. Long or short hair: short, I look like one of the Beatles lmao 
40. Do you have a crush on someone: does my gf count 👀 
41. What do you like about yourself: I'm a good friend and I got a nice body 😘
 42. Piercings: just 2, one traditional piercing in each ear. I really want a bar of some kind, at least one cartilage piercing. 
 43. Blood type: O+
 44. Nickname: saoirse, seersh, peri, peridot 
45. Relationship status: taken by my gf 46. Zodiac: sexy, sexy Sagittarius ;)
 47. Pronouns: they/them or... ya know what idc actually any pronouns lol
 48. Favorite TV Show: Steven Universe, Rick and Morty, Community 49. Tattoos: none YET 
50. Right or left hand: right-handed though I am slightly better with my left hand at frisbee for some reason 
51. Surgery: once I had a surgery on my tooth that never came down because the teeth on either side were too close together. 
52. Hair dyed in different color: never :c
 ... yet 53. Sport: I used to be in track/field for one year in middle school, I was horrible at it but I did the 200, high jump and long jump. When I say I was bad at it I mean I was Literally The Worst on the team by far. I like to watch hockey especially in the arena because it gets WILD in there. You get to hear all the crazy shit all the drunk fans are saying and watch people get into fights and yell at each other 54. was there a 54 before bc i lost it i guess? and i just copy-pasted the whole thing 
55. Vacation: a nice little cabin in the woods with hiking trails around it would be perfect 👌 I'd also like to go on a cross-country road trip someday 
56. Pair of trainers: these black ones with neon laces that I wear to work, my favorite ones right now that are black with stars that glow in the dark (I don't wear them to work so as not to wear them out), a pair of black converse and a pair of black and teal vans, both of which I've had for years MORE GENERAL:
 57. Eating: nothing right now 
58. Drinking: coke  
59. I’m about to: READ A FUCKING BOOK FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 2 YEARS 
61. Waiting for: me to get my shit together 
62. Want: a raise? No? Damn. motivation??? .... shit. 
63. Get married: someday, u know it -finger guns- 
64. Career: artist/illustrator if I HAD THAT FUCKING MOTIVATION 👏👏👏 i have been wondering how I would do as a plumber tho.. 🤔 

WHICH IS BETTER 
65. Hugs or kisses: hugs
? 66. Lips or eyes: eyes
 67. Shorter or taller: maybe.. a LITTLE taller????????????? if ANYTHING??
 68. Older or younger: I am 19 and too far in either direction is Uncomfortable 😐
 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: What Does This Mean (in general tummies are nice tho) 
71. Sensitive or loud: hm?? I'm sensitive to loud noises???? I really don't know what this means
 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship
 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: "i’m a hesitant trouble-maker" -my gf and honestly, same 

HAVE YOU EVER: 
74. Kissed a Stranger: no 
75. Drank hard liquor: hell yea 
76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I've briefly been unable to find them but I always find them again 
 77. Turned someone down: yes have you ever been friends with a Nice Guy 
78. Sex on the first date: what is this... Sex
 79. Broken someone’s heart: probably since I've turned people down 
80. Had your heart broken: yeah
 81. Been arrested: nope 😏don't plan on it either 
82. Cried when someone died: umm I cried like a week after someone died does that count? My emotions are delayed sometimes
 83. Fallen for a friend: ;) ye 

 DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
 84. Yourself: barely
 85. Miracles: not technically 
86. Love at first sight: sometimes 
87. Santa Claus: again not technically but I think he's a good symbol for kids and in general positive vibes during the holiday season
 88. Kiss on the first date: yeanoooo.. it takes a while for me. When in doubt just ask. And listen to my response lmao (someone kissed me after I said no and MMM 😬) 

OTHER:
 90. Current best friend name: I can't just pick one 😫I have like 10 REALLY great friends I trust with my life 
 91. Eye color: grey-green
 92. Favorite movie: the only movie I can think of right now is Jupiter Ascending because i just saw it last night and it's the first movie I've seen in months lol. OH FUCKING HECK INTERSTELLAR THATS MY FAVORITE MOVIE I LOVE INTERSTELLAR 

NOW, TAG 20 PEOPLE: imma do what tessa did and tag the last 20 mutuals in my notes so don’t feel obligated to do this or even read it! also if you don’t want me to tag you in these in the future let me know and i’ll do my best to avoid it. @gordamnramsey, @mysteriousquartz, @celestialmoonlights, @viviannevendetta, @carryonmywaywardplanet, @jamesxfilesthemeroach, @lordsardine, @woahdaleks, @prettythinker, @belleweather, @squidego, @reck2468, @sexyninjakitty96, @animeandmanga-bearcat, @thesamanthagossamer

im actually gonna cut it off there at 15 bc i don’t have that many active mutuals lol oK HAVE FUN EVERYBODY make sure to tag me if you do this!

[isabelle-scheinberg-blog]

( GAL GADOT, twenty five, female, she/her ) – ISABELLE SCHEINBERG is a TEACHER and is described as COMPASSIONATE & FILIAL, but can also be OVERLY-FORGIVING & SLIGHTLY NAIVE, which is why they are known as the ABANDONED DIAMOND. They are FOR this marriage because SHE HAS TO PROTECT HER FAMILY’S REPUTATION & SAVE HER HALF-SISTER BY TAKING HER HALF-SISTER’S PLACE IN THIS MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT DUE TO HER HALF-SISTER SECRETLY RUNNING AWAY A WEEK BEFORE THE WEDDING. Congratulations on your marriage - Your nation thanks you.

She as of now is currently married to Samuel DeLuca for  3 weeks and has also only moved in to Harmonia when she got married 3 weeks ago.

Hi lovelies!! Under the cut, is bio/background on Isa as well as the full backstory of what happened with her family’s secret that they’re all currently keeping. I ABSOLUTELY LOVEEEE PLOTS & CONNECTIONS FOR HER, SO DO HMU OR LIKE THIS POST AND I’LL IM YA ASAP!!

So I haven;t fully decided where exactly is her hometown or rather the city which her dad’s family lived and the smaller city where she and her biological mom lived. But I’m imagining that her dad’s family which includes his legal wife, her half-sister, her paternal grandmother and her paternal widowed aunt lived in a highly elite, upper-class, super expensive neighbourhood in a shiny high-tech city akin to Manhattan? While she and her mom & maternal grandma lived in a rather small city a couple of states away, in middle-class neighbourhood. Her mom and her maternal grandma were actually working class ppl, but due to her dad paying a decent sum of money for all their living expenses, house and  including her education, they were able to live as comfortable middle class small family instead of being in a small rented apartment. 

So yeah, back to how she was born.. She was born a healthy beautiful baby girl and given the name  Isadora by her blissful and devoted mother who loved her with every inch of her being the moment she was born. Her conception howver wasnt a very beautiful story. Her disgustingly rich dad, Gersham Scheinberg  ( HE IS DAMN SUPER WEALTHY AND HAS PRETTY WELL-KNOWN STORIES OF THEIR FAMILY FLAUNTING THEIR WELATH WITH SEVERAL PRIVATE HOMES, THEIR PRACTICALLY GILDED IN GOLD MANSION/ESTATE/PENTHOUSE THEY WERE ALL CURRENTLY STAYING IN) was already married with another equally high-born upper-society socialite who had a bit of blue blood from her family but yet, he had a secret wandering eye, and loved to secretly flirt and have secret liasions with several women withou this wife’s & society’s knowledge ofc. He then speedily charmed, flirted and romanced Isa’s naive young mother who was of the working class and really didnt know who he was at that time since she wasn;’t interested at all in reading society pages and was living several states away from him and his family, till he finally managed to seduce her into sleeping with him after some months of being in a close relationship with her. However, to his shock, she unexpectedly fell pregnant, something he thought unlikely to happen since he had a bit of a fertility problem and it took him and his wife several years before his wife finally fell pregnant. His first option, was to ask her to get an abortion, but Isa’s mother was quite  religious and had already wholly loved the embryo she was carrying as she believed her baby  was a product of love.He then broke her heart by revealing the truth about his identity and the fact that his wife was already currently 5 months pregnant at that time with his first child. Nevertheless she was adamant and stubbornly wanted to give birth and raise her love child. She tried.  her best to convince him that she would go far away and he would never see her or their baby in his lifetime and she would nvr disturb him or his family since she wasn’t a gold digger at all, and honestly didn’t want to cause any  trouble or grief to his wife. But he was still slightly paranoid about it and didn’t believe her thus he forced her to stay a couple of states away from his family , so he could keep an eye on them and he would secretly pay for all their living expenses for the rest of their lives including his illegitimate daughter’s education, in exchange for her silence.  Faced with an offer she couldn’t refuse despite how much her principles hated it, for she rationally knew how hard and extremely difficult  it would be to raise her child up happy, healthy and extremely well-provided for and taken care of with her very low wages, she had no choice but to agree to the deal.

Thus once Isa was born, she and her mother moved to comfortable middle class neighbourhood in a small, moderate but comfortable house chosen by him. With pure love and strong motherly devotion, she raised up Isa with good moral values and plenty of happiness and love. She also didnt want to withhold the truth from her daughter about her true biological father for very long, so once Isa was about 7 or 8, she gently explained to her the truth. However, she constantly expressed and stressed on Isa to not hold any grudges but be dutiful daughter to him and tried to tell her of some of his few merits as well as tell her that he did love her deep down somewhere in his heart (tho he only visited them once a year and even then he was a lil amiable but also quite brief and distant with isa to an extent). Thus despite the shock, Isa then tried her hardest to believe and listen to her mother and held no bad thoughts towards her dad despite her longing for more of his show of parental love . Over the years Isa thus grew up to be  beautiful, healthy, happy, optimistic, extremely kind and good hearted person, full of compassion towards everyone she met, overly-generous, loyal and a v devoted daughter and granddaugther. She was also a fair and open-minded person and VERY JUST. She was also pretty naive , sometimes susceptible to strong manipulation,, a little dis-organised at times, overly -helpful, a lil innocent and overly-forgiving (strongly influenced by her mother in that area, eventhough Isa sometimes had to swallow her hurt at ppl who had wronged her(no matter how difficult it was) and stay quiet and move on and her damnest best to forget due to keeping in mind her mother;s strict teachings.) She was also quite innocent on sexual matters and till now her sexual/sensual nature hadn’t really been wholly awakened yet due to her over-protective mom and grandma. Thus she can be a bit of a prude and she had vowed to remain a virgin till she got married due to her mother’s experience and also cos she was purely romantic at heart. 

However, tragedy struck when her grandma died to an accident when she was 12 and then later on when she was 14, he mom also died due to liver failure. Devastated and in complete grief and shock, she was then forced to secretly move into her biological dad’s home due to his urgent insistence. His reasons were because he was afraid of Social Services digging onto her past and thus exposing the whole secret illegitimate child he had and marring his perfect and polished reputation. His wife was then told the truth and despite her anger and bitterness, she had to keep her mouth shut as she also wanted to uphold their family’s golden reputation and name. For the Scheinberg’s were a very highly respected, reputable and well known crystal-clear family name. Throughout the past few decades, they had maintained a shiny and well known reputation by using their wealth to help grow up the biz economy( due Gersham’s cunning and enterprising nature as well as his dad’s intelligence in the past generation) , helped many startup businesses, and was very philanthropic by establishing many large charities. So despite some stories of them living quite extravagantly in their lifestyle, since they had done so much benefits and good towards society, ppl dared not really spread any bad rumors against them and some parts of the population even revered them. 

So in her father house, she was subjected to become a maid in order to cover up her identity and as often as possible kept out of view from any  outsiders or visitors to the mansion. Her father’s wife, Anyx Queen-Scheinberg, a  vindictive and callous woman took her revenge on her husband’s infidelity but treating poor Isa very harshly and sometimes cruelly, by constantly scolding her, subjecting her to all sorts of tedious labor work, tossing scornful and untrue remarks about Isa’s mom and Isa, and once in while even manipulated Isa to doing an activity that would end up injuring Isa a little bit. Poor Isa had to endure this harsh living environment for the next 4 years, and bite her tongue for a few reasons: one; due to her personality I mentioned above, two; because her mom made her promise to be dutiful daugther to her dad’s family no matter what (poor woman was oblivious to how shallow and self-absorbed the Scheinberg’s really were and the true nature of Anyx as she had nvr met the woman in her life and only knew her though media’s picture-perfect stories about her), and three; because it’d be pointless to argue back or show resistance as that would only lead to more harsher punishments from Mrs.Scheinberg. Her shallow, self-indulgent, pampered and narcissistic half-sister Isabelle, who surprisingly was almost identical to Isa in looks, barely spared a thought for Isa and sailed through the next few years carefreely ignoring her, though she wasn’t really unkind to her like her mother was.

When she was 18, a small event happened that got her kicked out from her father’s house. Mrs Scheinberg had been in  very bad and irritated mood that day coming home, and had lashed out at kitchen maid for a small mistake she had done and falsely blame her for omsething the poor female was hardly at fault for. She had harshly slapped her and accused her stealing a  piece of jewellery in her bedroom. When the maid actually dared speak  and protested her innocence, Mrs Scheinberg saw red and actually picked up a red hot fireplace poker to use on her! isa who had been at first watching the whole situation in utter dismay and complete shock, then for the first time in her life couldn;t control her disgust for her father’s wife upon seeing her about to advance and hurt the poor maid with the poker, then instantly sprang foward and pushed the other maid out of the way and instd recived a bad burn on her upper left arm from the poker. Biting back the painful tears, she then shouted back and scolded the horrified Anyx Queen-Scheinberg, using just, truthful and intelligent words and nvr once resorted to cursing or foul language(cos she had been deeply and strictly ingrained by her mom to use proper language and its too soon for my baby to lose total control and curse anywayXD hehe) despite her anger towards her father’s wife. Outraged and once overcome from her shock  that her husband’s bastard actually dared to give her a proper telling-off, she then struck Isa several times despite having already burned my poor baby’s upper arm, and then threw her out of the house, claiming that she was old enough now to live on her own and she was pretty sure that fillial Isa would never let out her father’s secret. 

Despite her pain, Isa was finally relieved and felt almost happy at finally being free from her father’s home. Excited with her newfound freedom, she then went on to study a BSN on a college scholarship she had obtained earlier due to her smarts, as she had long wanted to become good nurse as her future job and actually completed her degree within 3 years with extreme hard work. Her dad then paid for her to continue with a  master's  Nurse Practitioner program which she then diligently completed within 2 years and when she was 24, had started working as a nurse in a local small hospital. However her happy life was disrupted again when a week before her half-sister’s arranged wedding, she was called up by her dad and told the news that her half-sister had thoughtlessly and recklessly ran away. He then manipulated and relentlessly guilt-tripped her to taking her half-sister’s place by stressing on how she could save her half-blood sibling’s life and their whole family from possible Govt. punishments due to them unable to prevent  this awful thing from happening. Isa finally accuiqsed to the plan though her heart broke about her dad’s obvious prferential love for her half-sister instead of her  and the thought of her own wasted oppurtunity at beaing able to escape from this govt. program herself. For lately, Isa had been thinking of faking her death and running away secretly to find her chance at marrying for love being the aboslute  romantic and optimist that she was.

Small Scheinberg PLAN execution to cover everything flawlessly: Both her dad and his wife made a complete fake story about Mrs Scheinberg wanting to apologize to her “former maid” for accidentally burning her upper arm and firing her badly, and make amends by welcoming her back into one of their country homes and doing the apology reconciliation there. Unfortunately, an “accidental” and rapid house fire happened while they were all there, and unfortunately the “poor maid” Isadora got trapped by a crushing beam after having saved her former mistress life by pushing her out of the way and thus couldn’t escape and was died in that awful fast house fire. And that was the story they told to the authorities ir order to fake Isa’s death and prevent the goverment from placing Isa into the arranged marriage program for alas that poor girl was dead. Till this day, no one had really investigated Isa’s true father’s identity as Isa’s mom had written her dad’s name as unknown on the birth certificate and claimed it to be a very drunken one-night stand conception. With “Isadora’s unfortunate demise” this lead the path free and easy for Isa to take the real Isabelle Scheinberg’s place in the upcoming wedding and thus cleanly covering up her half-sister escapade. Oh and this crafty Scheinberg couple also managed to use Isa’s former job as a nurse(despite her distress over it) and with some bribery of a few of the hospital’s medical staff they managed to steal a freshly new cadaver from the hospital morgue and placed it properly in the house before the fire started so as to produce a burned grotesquely burned dead  body when the fireman hosed the place down and went in.

Thus the whole plan went smoothly despite how last-min it was and it was easy to trick ppl into believing that Isa was the real Isabelle as they were almost identical and she could also just lie and say that marriage had matured her a little and she had decided to to try turn over a new leaf as a grownup if Isa were to accidentally meet any of Isabelle’s old friends in Harmonia (FOR THE REAL ISABELLE AND ISADORA HAD COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSONALITIES! xD) There was a tiny problem of the real isabelle having a slightly different nose and smaller and slightly different shaped eyes as well as a very lighter brown hair compared to Isa but both Mr and Mrs. Scheinberg constantly convinced Isa that she could just bluff her way through if any close and sharp -eyed ppl who knew the real Isabelle were to notice this tiny changes. For it was a known fact that Isabelle had done a lil plastic surgery before (tho it was a cheekbone structure thing and not the nose) and real Isabelle had loved putting on very heavy makeup and sometimes coloring her hair in different shades. the only giveway would be now would be Isa’s small lingering white burn scar mark on her upper left arm. that and if any truly suspicious and nosy person were to really dig into “the dead Isadora’s” past life history and put in a VERY  thorough investigation on that house fire accident. Which till now, no one did...yet. (heheXD)