#oh naw they fruity like that

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I know what you are....

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pre-outbreak joel miller x f!reader

rating: explicit, 18+ mdni summary: a night out with old friends helps you and joel realise what’s been missing in your relationship. warnings/tags: pre-outbreak, set in the early 2000s, early thirties joel my lover boyy, bisexual reader, established relationship, that one shit stirring friend, brief alcohol consumption and piv sex at the onset, brief masturbation [m] in the bath, a little ass eating and fingering, a little spitting, pegging, dirty talk, praise, dildo is described as "your cock" multiple times, reach around hand job you will always be famous, they talk each other through it, the word hole is used 11 times but it feels like 100, also they're in love okay bye. word count: 5.3k masterlist a/n: this is being posted as a part of the PMAMC organised by @wannab-urs ! if you wanna read more glorious pegging fics for pp characters, a masterlist of everything being posted this week will be shared by gin soon! <3 x much thanks to @bageldaddy for holding my dick while i wrote this, for the edit, and for reminding me that where there is gape, there must also be affection x

Oil Can Harry’s is dark and loud; packed enough that condensation drips off the walls around you and makes the hair at the base of your neck frizz.

Packed into a sweaty booth, Joel’s flannel amidst all the glitter and hairspray and fruity cocktails of the drag night makes you grin. Your oldest friends fawn over him, endeared by the way he talks, the way he stands, the way he looks at you.

He smiles, warm and sheepish as they regale him with stories from years ago. Blushes when they remind him that he’s the first cock in a long line of cunts. Squeezes your knee beneath the table when they assert that he must be doing something right to have been kept around this long.

He settles in fast, lips slick and eyes glazed. Stops flustering while ordering Wet Pussys and Cock Sucking Cowboys, but still raises an eyebrow when a friend asks you, isn’t there anything you miss about it?

About what?

Dating women.

You roll your eyes, the sharp tang of vodka beneath your tongue as you shake your head. No.

S’not all that different, Joel offers up, smiling easily. Right?

So you tell him, No, and then, I mean, it is. But good different.  

But your cheeks have gone hot, eyes downcast as you sip a pink drink and try not to think about what exactly you miss. But Joel, fingers firm on your thigh, knows. He always knows.

So later when you’re in his bed, thighs pressed flush to your chest and he’s sinking inside your wet heat, it’s clear he isn’t letting up that easily. 

“You jealous?” he hums, elated and almost taunting, revelling in the way you sound as he fucks you. “Miss being the one fuckin’ someone this good?”

“Oh fuck off,” you whine, breathlessly embarrassed, gripping his shoulder and rutting your hips up against his, chasing the high that’s already tingling in your stomach.

“Naw, I want you to tell me.” He leans in, all ears for the dirty confession waiting to spill from your lips, loving it. “You miss your cock, baby?”

His hips press deeper, and the confession leaves your lips in a gasp. “Yes, fuck, okay yes I miss it.”

“Mm, you gonna show me it sometime?”

You feel your face go slack, stomach tightening at the thought, and Joel pushes further, harder.  

“Yeah baby, that’s what you want,” he goads, reaching between your bodies to press his fingers to your clit. “Want to fuck me, yeah? Bend me over and show me how much you miss it?”

You come with blood rushing in your ears and your hand gripping his ass, mind a blur of images of you being the one fucking him.

The next morning, sorely hungover and still tangled in his bedsheets, he asks if you were serious.

“Serious about what?” you ask, throat hoarse, eyes still closed.

His hand slips down your back to grip the flesh of your ass, the tip of his middle finger pressing dangerously close to your asshole until your eyelids crack open and you look at him. Brain ticking over, catching up slowly, eyes widening when you understand his train of thought.

When you don’t respond, head pounding and heart racing, he says, “If that’s what you want I’d—”

But caught up in the moment, in your own bashfulness, you interrupt him. Face warm at the idea of him having to placate you the morning after a drunken confession, you kiss him and say, “Don’t worry about it, okay?”  

Joel goes a little quiet, but kisses you back with fervour. Sucks your lower lip into his mouth and rolls on top of you, not letting you get out of bed until well into the afternoon.

It’s not until a month later that it all finally becomes clear. 

The house is oddly quiet when you get home.

Your living room is lit up by lamps across the space, but the television is off, and the couch cushions look undisturbed.

“Joel?” you call softly, stepping into the kitchen, pausing in confusion when you don’t find him there either.

You drop your purse on the counter and rifle through it for your phone, pulling up your text thread with him to reread his messages from a few hours ago.

You staying out late?

Not tonight, AJ has work early tomorrow. I should be home by 9. Meet me there? x

Perfect. See you at 9 x

The clock on your microwave reads 9:24 but you can’t hear a peep from anywhere in the house. Not a creaking floorboard or a shower running or even a snoring boyfriend.

“Babe, are you here?”

Nothing seems amiss at all until you reach the bathroom and find the door slightly ajar, light spilling out into the hallway as soft little sounds float out to your ears. Quiet murmurs punctuated by water lapping against porcelain.

“Joel?” You crack a knuckle against the door, careful not to nudge it open without his permission. “You okay?”

A rough inhale sounds behind the door and you pause, heartrate spiking a little. But then his voice calls through the wood, a little stilted as he says, “You can come in.”

Joel Miller hardly fits in your bathtub. All the times he’d joked about trying to squeeze in there with you, or when he’d come over with a sore back but insisted on a shower instead. But seeing him now, torso submerged in the water, muscled legs propped up against the wall with his hand resting between his thighs… you certainly aren’t complaining to see your broad boyfriend cramped up in your bath, touching himself.

“Hello there,” you murmur, bending to press a kiss to his sweaty temple. The tips of his curls are damp, frizzing around his ears as he smiles up at you. “Indulging yourself tonight I see.”

“You got no idea,” he replies, chin tilting upward as he stares you square in the face.

You smile at his flushed cheeks, at the muscle in his bicep flexing as he touches himself. Your gaze follows the veins in his arm, the flick of his wrist, but when you look into the water you pause. His cock is a rich red colour, hard and throbbing where it rests, neglected against his stomach. His thick fingers disappear past his balls, curling slowly out of your sight.

“Joel,” you exhale, face warming as you watch, slowly understanding. “Are you…?”

A harsh stream of air bursts from his nostrils as he meets your eyes, cheeks burning hotter by the second.

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about it,” he admits gruffly. “Not since that night at the bar.”

“Fuck,” you shake your head, frowning a little. “I thought you were just… Joel, I’m sorry I brushed you off that night—”

“Naw,” he tuts quickly, brushing the apology away with a jerk of his chin. “I should’ve said.”

There’s a brief silence, your brain racing to catch up, a slow smile slipping across your face.

“Read that a bath helps,” he says then, gaze heavy. “Soft and loose the website said.”

And whatever you’d been about to say, whatever thought was bubbling in your mind, slips away in an instant.

In its place, just a bone deep, aching love for this man. It’s clear in his eyes; tenderness, and care swirling in his stare. Endless brown, struck with adoration, clearly saying, I want to do this for you, with you.

Throat tight, you lower onto your knees beside the tub. “S’it feel good?”

A breath rattles through his chest, and he nods again.

You lean closer, craning your neck to try and see better. Find yourself wanting to catch the exact way he presses his fingers inside himself. How he curls them, massaging inside himself. But he notices and pulls his hand away, gripping his cock instead and grunting.

“Looked through your stuff.”

“Hmm?” You meet his eye again, mouth dry.

“The drawer in your closet,” he exhales, eyelids fluttering as he strokes himself. “Found your… I don’t know.”

“My what?”   

“The harness,” he grunts out, fist tightening around his cock. The tip rests out of the water, flushed an angry mauve colour, little beads of pearly come oozing from his slit. “All the… I don’t know what the fuck you call ‘em. You know what I mean, alright?”

“Joel.” You laugh a little, endeared by how bashful he can be, even as he touches himself in front of you. “Don’t get shy on me now, baby.”

“M’not.”

“No?” You smile, voice low and breathy now, liquid heat sparking in your veins the longer the idea percolates through your mind. “So you want me to fuck you?”

“You know I do.”

“You’re gonna let me put my cock in you, stretch you out just right for me, the way I let you do to me every night?”

“Fuck.” Joel’s eyes pinch shut, fist tightening around his cock.

You reach in and yank out the plug, watching as water begins to spin and gurgle, and Joel grips the edges to pull himself up. The water drips off him in thick beads, pouring from his fingertips, down the centre of his chest, keeping the curls at the base of his cock tight and dark. 

He’s over the lip of the tub in a second, crowding you against the sink with a thick arm on either side of you, wet chest darkening the fabric of your blouse, mouth slotting against mouth. Steam warmed lips smother yours, tongue snaking out to press inside your mouth, and he swallows down every little moan and gasp of excitement you feed into his kiss. His cock is warm against your stomach and his hips stutter back every time you grind the buckle of your belt against him, grinning into his mouth.

“Gonna make it good for me?” He grips your face in both hands. Tilts your chin up and smears nasty kisses over your jaw, down your neck to the collar of your shirt, skin smarting where his teeth snap at it. “Take care of me the way I do for you?”

“You know I will,” you pant, eyelids fluttering as he sucks at hollow of your throat. “Fuck, I bet you’re so tight.”

Joel releases a wrecked, gravelly moan against your skin and then he’s gripping your arm, nudging you forward, past the threshold and into your dimly lit bedroom. The closet is open, third drawer down hanging limply out from the chest. Inside you can see that things have been shifted around, looked at. And on your bed, there’s a dildo. Heat rises in your chest as you stare at it. Thick and long and red, with a curved tip and raised silicone decorating shaft to give the illusion of veins.

Joel drapes an arm around your waist, holding you back against his bare chest. The thick weight of his cock presses against the base of your spine and you sigh, grinding back into him.

“Remembered you sayin’ it was your favourite.” He nips at your neck, inhaling as his nose presses into your hair. Your chest swells at that, and you turn your head, let your lips find his in a soft kiss.

That hand on your waist drifts down until his palm is cupping your sex through your pants, fingers pressing firmly over the inseam there. You sigh into his mouth, hand falling overtop his to keep it in place.

“It is my favourite,” you murmur into the kiss. “But we’re gonna start much smaller tonight, hmm?”

Joel makes a vague noise in the back of his throat, dark eyes searching yours.

“Don’t think I can handle it?”

“You’d be cruisin’ for a bruisin’, baby.”

Somehow, he blushes deeper than before, and clears his throat.

 “Alright.”  

He watches on as you dip a hand into the drawer. You gravitate to glass. Thick rose quartz with a gorgeous, rounded base. But you push it away, knowing it won’t work with your harness. You trace the length of a pretty mauve cock, ribbed for your pleasure—or his—with preternaturally large balls. Still too long. Everything too long, too thick, too much. But then you see it. Pale blue silicone, nestled beneath silk rope ties and a set of handcuffs you guys hadn’t used in in a while. You shift things away and pick it up.

Soft and smooth; it’s maybe 6 inches long with a little curve towards the end, and it’s oh so pretty in your hand. You grab a bottle of lube and turn to put them on the bed, smiling at the way his dark eyes focus on the items. So curious, so filled with desire, with eagerness to please, to let you do this to him, for him, with him. The trust on his face warms your chest and sets your heart racing.

Joel lands softly on the mattress as you reach back in. Fingers meet leather and soon enough he’s watching as you peel your pants down your legs, your underwear. Undoing the buttons on your blouse as he strokes his cock, pupils dilated, mouth hanging open. Only when you’re bare do you slip your legs into the harness, sighing as black leather tickles against your skin on the way up, and situate it around your hips. Only a little shy under the intensity of his gaze, watching him see you like this for the first time.

Pulling and twisting straps until it’s perfectly snug, you crawl up the bed to straddle his hips. His skin is warm and wet against yours, and his hands fall to your hips in seconds, wide eyes admiring the contraption fixed to your waist. He toys with the straps, eyeing the little silver fasteners, and then glides a finger around the inside circumference of the o-ring, breathing a little deeper now.

“S’nice,” he compliments, looking back up at your face. “You’re… you…”

“What?”

He shakes his head, as if in disbelief. “You’re gorgeous.”

You stare down at him for a moment; the hard set of his jaw, the strong line of his nose. Lean in and kiss him, softly this time. Whisper, so are you, against his lips and smile when he laughs.

Tapping his side, you get off and urge him to turn over. “Let me show you.”

His broad body twists, falling to land on his front with his legs bent, weight balanced on his knees and forearms. You trail featherlight fingers over his thick shoulder blades, down the strong line of his spine. Touch the little dimples at the small of his back, and then lean down to kiss them. Slowly, one and then the other. You feel his breath hitch a little and smile against his skin, landing on your knees between his calves and letting your hands fall over the muscled cheeks of his ass. Squeezing, kneading the flesh there with tender hands, and then pushing them apart, baring him to you.

“Oh,” you breathe quietly, eyes trained on the dark hair on his skin, the tight little hole between his cheeks. “So pretty, Joel.”

You sigh into the crease of his ass, fingers digging into the firm flesh of his cheeks as your tongue flicks out to glide over his hole. Still wet from the bath, he tastes like soap and warmth and Joel. His body goes tense for a second, back muscles flexing as he adjusts to the new sensation.

“Y’ain’t gotta do that—”

“I want to.”

You kiss the base of his spine again. Give him a moment to tell you he doesn’t want it, or he doesn’t like it. But seconds pass, and he stays silent, so you grin and lean down.  Eyes closed now, you lick him again; soft little strokes of your tongue from his balls to his tight hole until his body goes soft and lax and he’s exhaling little sighs into the pillows.

“Fuck,” he says. “So this is what I’ve been missin’, hmm?”

You hum against him, the corner of your mouth ticking up into a little smile as you prod your tongue against his rim, urging him to relax more so you can press deeper. As he opens up for you, you squeeze his hips gratefully, fingers soft and kind against his skin.

“So good for me,” he continues breathlessly, almost babbling now, stream of consciousness pouring from his lips in between sharp gasps and low grunts. “Got the prettiest little mouth, I wish I could see it baby—fuuuck—that’s it, good girl.”

Your fingers flutter a steady rhythm over the skin of his thighs. Caressing the dark hairs there, the twitching muscles, humming when he shivers beneath your touch. The harness digs into the flesh at the inside of your thighs, at your hips, and you almost moan at the familiar bite of it. Relish in the way it pinches at your skin when you bend and raise your ass in the air, working him open around your tongue.

With your nose pressed against his skin, you lathe messy kisses against his hole. Feel the way it clenches beneath your tongue and whine, inhaling the natural musk of him as you go. Your mind a blur with soft skin and rough hair and tight tight tight around your tongue.

Drunk on the taste of him, you let your hand drift from his thigh around his waist. Float across his stomach, forefinger dragging over his belly button, his happy trail, down down until your fingers glide over the slick head of his cock. Joel jumps a little, hypersensitive, and exhales a rough moan as your fingers wrap around his length and slowly begin to stroke. With the steady movement of your hand his asshole begins to pulse beneath your tongue and so you pull back to watch it. Admire the way it flutters and clenches. Quick, so fast your mind can hardly process it, you’re collecting saliva in your mouth and letting it drool past your lips, wet and messy as it pools over his asshole. Joel’s cock throbs in your hand and he groans. You think he even arches his back a little, his entire body pleading for you to just put your mouth back on him. But you take a second; watch your slick spit turn his skin shiny and grin, raising hand to suck your fingers into your mouth and then press your middle finger against him.

The tip of your finger presses forward, working to relax that tight ring of muscle, and he exhales heavily.

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” you tell him, voice thick with want as you pull your eyes off his ass to meet his stare.

“Then quit playin’ around and fuck me.” He presses back against you and groans when your finger slips inside his ass.

“Hey,” you warn, curling it slowly inside him. So warm and tight, unforgiving at first as you try to stroke at his insides. “Slow, okay?”

“Just want to feel you.” It’s clear on his face too. Pupils dilated, vulnerability splashed across his features with nowhere to hide.

“You will,” you soothe, pulling your hand back only to work a second finger inside. Kiss his skin again. “Let me take care of you.”

He doesn’t voice any complaints after that. Too busy with his face pressed against the pillows, drooling and grunting as you stretch him out around your fingers, his tight hole clamped down around the digits. You don’t touch his cock again, too worried he’ll come before you can really give him your all, but he gives pitiful little ruts toward the mattress. Soon enough his movements become so needy, so often, that, with a pang in your chest, you figure it must be painful. You almost ask how long he was touching himself before you came home, but then he’s interrupting the thought, reaching back to grip your wrist, wide eyes pleading with you from over his shoulder.

“Alright, love,” you murmur, pulling your fingers back and nodding. “I think you’re ready.”

Resting back on your heels, you grab the dildo and work it into the ring on your harness. Checking once, twice, to make sure it’s stable, before opening the bottle of lube. You squirt some onto your fingers, some directly onto the tip of the cock, and begin working it over the length, admiring the way it turns shiny beneath your touch.

“S’a pretty cock baby,” Joel admires, cheeks flushed. He watches you over his shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded as you stroke silicone, lube warming between your palm and the shaft.

“You like it?” He nods and your chest warms with pride at the way his eyes darken, gaze darting continuously from your face to the piece between your legs. “Well, you’re gonna love how it feels.”

A fresh pump of lube onto your fingers and you’re shifting forward, on your knees again, lathering it onto his hole, smiling at the squelch as you pump your fingers inside him and push it in.

And then, soon enough, pale blue meets dark pink. Prods and presses, soft at first, and then firmer as he relaxes for you. Lube rolls down the shaft in rivulets, pooling against puckered skin, drooling lower to coat his balls, and a low sound rumbles from Joel’s chest. When you pause, his chin ticks to the side and he peers past his shoulder to look at you.

“You good?” he asks.

“Mhm. You ready?”

“Yeah.”

Joel shivers when your hand lands at the base of his spine, thumb resting in the cleft of his ass, right above where you’ve started to press the tip inside him. The skin beside his eyes tightens, and he nudges his hips back into you, almost imperceptibly. You shiver at the sight, a sharp flush of arousal sparking between your thighs as you admire the plump shape of his ass. Like a ripe piece of fruit, begging to be split open.  

Joel chuckles knowingly; can see it in your eyes, the way your mouth hangs open. “Come on now. I know you’re dying for it, baby.” 

You grip his hip to keep him steady, cock notched against his opening, and continue pressing forward. Just gentle rolls of your hips at first, making sure everything is wet enough, checking in every now and then. But once the rounded tip pushes inside, Joel starts to squirm. His skin is flushed a deep red, beads of sweat rolling down his back, and you stroke his skin to soothe him.

“Joel?”

“Need you inside me.” His voice cracks a little on the last word,

“Shit, okay,” you exhale, fingers tightening on his waist. Your eyes leave the side of his face, locked on where your cock is steadily disappearing into him, and you press forward, bottoming out in one fell swoop. Leather meets his skin and the sounds he makes are none you’ve ever heard before. Deep, rumbling groans that come from the base of his stomach and force their way out of his throat. Tanned fingers grapple with your bedsheets, searching for an anchor as you drag your hips back and little and then feed your cock into him again.

You curse under your breath, unable to look away from how his hole gapes around the silicone, opening up for your every thrust.

“So fucking tight,” you whisper, awed as he ruts his ass back against you. Your fingers dig into his flesh, holding him open so you don’t miss a thing. “You look so good this, baby.”

Words are lost to him though, only able to form incoherent grunts and mumbles of your name as you deliver steady, deep strokes into his ass. It’s a slick glide now, almost no resistance left as you pump your cock into him.

“Talk to me,” you urge, sweat dribbling down your temples and smearing across your neck. “Wanna know how it feels.”

“Feels—” Joel chokes out, voice a thin, broken rasp. “A lot.”

“Yeah?”

“So fuckin full,” he says. “God, you’re so good, feels—fuck, feels so good.”

You moan a little, eyes glazing over as you pick up the pace, fucking him harder, hand between his shoulder blades as you press him flat against the mattress. And those rough noises he makes only urge you on, encouraging you to press a foot into the mattress at his side and push a little deeper until he’s gasping, thighs spasming below you.

“Shit,” you whimper, face screwing up as you watch his hand drift beneath his stomach. “I knew it, knew you’d love this.”  

You tug on his hips, pulling him back onto his knees so you can force his hand away and replace it with your own. Slick fingers wrap around his cock, the two of you cursing in unison at the way he pulses against your warm palm.

“Turn over for me.” Your fingers prod at the soft flesh around his hip as you pull out. You stare at the way his hole gapes open for a second, fluttering around the empty space where your cock has just been, and feel your cunt clench in response. “Please, I want to see your face.”

He lets you guide him, careful hands on his arms, his waist, until he lands on his back. A little unsure, his thighs fall apart so you can rest between them, and you give him a reassuring nod.

“That’s perfect,” you say, rubbing his thighs as you tilt them open wider, caressing his balls as you line yourself up with him again. “Doing so good for me, you’re perfect.”

And when you make contact, slipping in easily now, his stiff cock jolts and he lets out a ragged moan, reaching out for you.

Joel’s heavy hand lands on the base of your stomach, fingers twitching against the harness there.

“Wanna touch you,” he says, eyebrows pinched with need.

“I know, I know,” you murmur under your breath, smiling down at him. “Just let me take care of you, I wanna make you come like this, okay? Need to see it.”  

In response he just tucks his fingers around the top of the harness, holding on as you fuck into him, hot and heavy. Long, strong strokes that have his cock twitching against his stomach, pre-come dribbling from his tip as he just fucking takes and takes and takes.

“Keep talkin’ to me,” he pleads.

“You’re taking it so well,” you say, watching him keen under your praise. The skin on his chest glows with sweat and you lean forward to kiss his sternum. In response his fingers card through your hair, holding you to him as you mould your hips against his over and over.

“I love you.” You kiss the words into his skin, mouth falling open when he groans and starts raising his hips to meet yours, thrust for thrust. “So good for me, I love you, baby.”

“I love you,” he repeats, dazed and out of it when you pull back to look at his face again. You can tell he’s close; can see it in the twitch of his fingers, the shake of his thighs. “Shit.”  

And so you grip his knee with one hand and his cock with the other, pressing him open wider and stroking his length in time with your thrust. His eyes sharpen and he cries out. A harsh, high noise that makes your stomach tighten and your hair stand on end. And then he’s panting, telling you, fuck, right there, right fucking there, keep goin’.

His chest heaves below you, soft stomach moving fast and hard as you hold his knee to the side, griding your cock against that perfect little spot. Joel’s jaw pulls taut, veins thrumming in his neck as he holds his breath, seemingly fighting against the intensity of the feeling.

Your back aches, muscles on fire, but you push through, desperate to see the look on his face when he comes like this for the first time. And Joel must sense your determination, that burning need inside of you, because he locks eyes with you and nods.

“That’s it, baby,” he tells you. “Fuck me like I fuck you, that’s—shit, that’s perfect.”

Spurred on, your fingers tighten around the base of his cock and you slow your pace to a steady grind, rubbing the tip against where you know it feels best. He tells you as much, with the way his breathing starts to stutter and his nods become slow, lazy drags of his head.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans, eyelids fluttering half closed. “Gonna…. fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.”

You watch the muscles in his abdomen pull tight, feel his hand land on your waist, propelling you forward to keep fucking him as his high creeps up and up inside of him, until you say let go, I’ve got you, come for me, and it all falls apart.

Thick white spurts from his ruddy tip, slicking your knuckles and painting your tits in pearly streaks that drip down your stomach. Joel’s groaning, teeth bared as his eyes loll back. The veins in his neck deep blue and pulsing, face a dark crimson as he shakes beneath you. Some of his come even lands on his own chest, and you moan at the sight, still fucking into him, trying to prolong it for as long as possible. He bats your hand away, fingers tangling tight and desperate around yours, and you watch in awe as come continues to dribble from his untouched cock. Streams of white that roll down his shaft, past his taut balls to where you’ve still got him stuffed to the brim.

“Ohh,” you murmur in delight, admiring the way his come looks on your cock, streaks of white on blue as you fuck him. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. God, you look so good right now.”

It all gets a bit too much for him after that. Fingers squeezing at your thighs, mouth twisted up as he murmurs, that’s it, baby, that’s all I got, and you ease yourself out of him, despite knowing you could probably keep milking him for all he’s worth and he’d just moan and take it because he loves you.

Instead, you watch as Joel’s legs go limp against the mattress, hovering over him, trailing your fingers softly against his hairy calves, catching your breath.

“Holy shit,” he rasps, reaching up to rub a hand over his face. You laugh quietly and press a little kiss against his knee.

A sticky mix of come and lube dribbles from the tip of the cock, dotting against his skin, and you apologise softly, fingers coming up to start removing the harness. He just smiles, body spent but eyes soft and loving as he watches you fret. Rapt beneath the weight of his gaze, you pause, cheeks aching as you smile down at him.

“Good?” you ask hopefully.

“Great.”

Pride sweeps through you and your smile only grows as you finally remove the harness, peeling it from your legs and nudging it away. You reach for his hand and he grips it between both of his, bringing it up to his mouth to lay soft kisses against your palm, the tips of your fingers.

“I love you,” you tell him again, and the feeling swims in your guts and burns the inside of your chest. It’s all you can think as he presses your hand to his cheek and nuzzles against it – that this is all you could ever hope to have and to keep. This beautiful, loving man who you want to make feel this good for the rest of your lives. He repeats the words against your skin, drowsy and earnest, and you know he must be feeling the exact same way.

“Don’t move. Let me get you some water,” you whisper, shifting to get off the bed, but he catches your wrist as you pull back, shaking his head lazily. 

“Don’t go far,” Joel murmurs. “Just gotta catch my breath, alright? And then I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll be seein’ stars.”

thank you for reading! x

[ty-the-trainwreck]

a typical morning in the fruity four apartment includes the following:

nancy wakes up and tries to detangle herself from robins body, but her girlfriend shifts so she would lay completely on top of her. nancy complains several times that she has to get up, but robin ignores her and continues to snore softly into the milky skin of nancy’s neck. nancy just sighs fondly and pulls the blanket back over them and basks in the warmth.

a few minutes later steve bursts through the door with eddie clinging onto him like a koala. “rise and shine ladies!” he claps his hands obnoxiously, walking over to the blinds and making it known that he has a death wish. “steve, if you open those blinds i will literally naw your leg off.” robin grumbles before nancy can threaten him, making the curly haired girl beam proudly while the man infront of them froze in shock. “fine! but be out in five or else me and eds will eat your breakfast!” he points down at them, marching out and closing the door. robin snuggles closer into nancy’s body and mirrors how eddie was clinging onto steve. nancy chuckles softly and plays with the tawny hair infront of her.

it’s been way more than five minutes. but it nancy’s defense would you wake up a pretty girl sleeping on your chest? (no? exactly.) but she’s really hungry and is slightly worried that steve and eddie have eaten their food. “hey rob, it’s time to get up.” nancy whispers gently, drawing shapes into the freckled arm wrapped around her. “no it’s not.” robin pouts. “rob, you have to go to work.” nancy says, trying to convince her girlfriend to get up. “steve will cover me.” robin keeps finding excuses to keep cuddling and nancy is dangerously close to caving, but she really likes the sound of breakfast and coffee right now.

“steve is going to eat your waffles.” this makes robin jump out of bed immediately, stumbling around and snatching a pair of sweatpants. “fuck shit— fuck fuck!” she pulls the pants on quickly, running out the room while screaming profanities at steve. nancy smiled, getting up and deciding to put on one of robin’s hoodies. she waltzed (more like zombie walked, to be completely honest.) out of the bedroom and turned to look inside the kitchen. steve and robin were trying to steal bites from each other’s plates while eddie sat there half-asleep in his seat. “someone catch eddie before he falls.” nancy pointed out, shuffling over and grabbing a waffle from steve’s plate. “hey— oh my god eddie—“ he scrambled over to his boyfriend, making robin and nancy laugh at them ad they ate their waffles in peace

“so anyways! i was thinking we could all go to the movies after work today? since robin and i get off early and you and eddie have the day off, we can all relax.” steve proposed, looking around the room for opinions. nancy gave a thumbs up as she stole another waffle from steve, the man grunted in disapproval but said nothing. “im cool! as long as we aren’t watching footloose or something.” robin provided, making eddie nod aggressively l. “footloose fucking sucks.” robin smiled, “see steve? your boyfriend even thins the movie sucks.” steve gasped, turning to eddie in shock. “eddster! how dare you!” nancy choked on her food, laughing into her sleeve as the room fell silent, “eddster?!” robin snorts and nancy doubles over laughing, both of them clutching their stomachs in their fit of giggles. steve and eddie just stare at them judgmentally,

but of course with all the love in the world. since this is their family now. and nothing could ever change that.

[poussacha]

found this on my old facebook page and i'm supposed to be working so naturally i'm doing this instead

1. Real name → spreadsheet or talls 2. Nickname(s) → talls, tally, headshrimp, doe, ss 3. Status → alive 4. Zodiac sign → leo 5. Male or female → lmao. naw. 6. Elementary School → too many 7. Middle School → too many 8. High School → graduate  10. Hair color → black 11. Long or short → long 12. Loud or Quiet → yes 13. Sweats or Jeans → currently wearing slacks 14. Phone or Camera → phone 15. Health freak → does helth count 17. Do you have a crush on someone? → not really, no 18. Eat or Drink → drink 19. Piercings → ears 21. Water or Fire → listen to me. i have this very interesting idea about a water bender that can heat water. NOT a fire bender. a water bender, but i haven't done any research on what happens to water molecules when they heat up and how a bender of ONLY water could do that, but like i figure if water benders can make ice they can probably ALSO heat water? food for thought 22. Love of your life or 4 Billion Dollars → i'm gonna take the money because with 4 billion dollars my ass can save LIVES. i don't care about falling in love with someone romantically, i just want to help people. FIRSTS:  23. First fear → abandonment 24. First best friend → mindy 25. First award → most improved in science or something 26. First crush → some guy named scott 27. First pet → sherikhan 28. First big vacation → not sure i've ever done one of those 30. First big birthday → fifth? ninth? who can remember their childhood. not this bitch. CURRENTLY:  49. Eating → fruity pebbles 50. Drinking → pinot noir 52. I'm about to → finish this thing i'm working on 53. Listening to → starstruck - christopher wilde 54. Plans for today → the days over bestie it's like midnight 55. Waiting for → me to get my head out of my ass and finish this stupid newsletter for my fucking job so i can go to bed. YOUR FUTURE:  58. Want kids?→ who has money for that  59. Want to get married? no lol 60. What careers do you have in mind? considering i'm 10 years deep in a marketing and communications career, i obviously want to leave all of that behind to own a bookstore in a sleepy sea side town in ireland WHICH IS BETTER WITH GUYS/WOMEN?  68. Lips or eyes → eyes 70. Shorter or taller? → idk man 72. Romantic or spontaneous → no thanks 73. Nice Legs or belly?→ i'm telling on myself, but belly. when bellies are just delicately round i'm like ohhhh noooo. 74. Sensitive or loud → sensitive 75. Hook-up or relationship → seeing my old answers knowing i'm aroace is a whole fuckin thing 77. Drama or Super Shy → i did used to go by the nickname drama HAVE YOU EVER:  80. Lost glasses/contacts → yea 81. Ran away from home → yea but it was like down the street for a few hours nothing major 82. Hold a gun/knife for self defense → i'm femme presenting. OBVIOUSLY i have. 83. Killed somebody → i'm too nice for th at 84. Been Heartbroken → oh a bunch 85. Been arrested → unfortunately 87. Cried when someone died → yeah DO YOU BELIEVE IN:  89. Yourself → not really 90. Miracles → i'mma need one to find a new job 91. Love at first sight → no 92. Heaven → yes, but also no? 93. Santa Claus → i believe in an arch elf named bernard tbh 94. Sex on the first date → this is such a weird question because i'm aroace but i've done this before. but i also thought the only way to receive love was through sex. so i doubt i would do this now. i just don't really care about sex. 95. Kiss on the first date → barf. ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:  97. Is there one person you want to be with right now more than others → i can't really think of anyone i wanna be with. maybe nelly? i miss her. but tbh i'm perfectly content being home with my cats 98. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → yes and no 99. Do you believe in God → i don't know how to answer this

[bigbreastclitlikepenisalso]

So there's this guy and I think I'd like to spend a lot of time with him and we just sit and talk for hours and I find him funny like not just in that "omg he's so funny 🤣🤣🤣" type of way. Like when we're out with our friends he will genuinely have me doubled over wheezing a good handful of times. He's genuinely one of the funniest people I know. And he's troubled fr.... He's emo and his dad doesn't talk to him and he likes juice wrld. And he's so cute like his face is so soft, his lips look so soft and his hair is so fluffy (a bit fried, but fluffy none the less). And his hands are so soft and big. And he's so hairy (but not his legs for some reason. #weird). And when he wears sweat pants his thighs fill them out so well. He gets me squirmy n shi when I think about how beautiful he is. And the way he smells is also quite good. Like he just smells plain nice fr. And his voice is like. GOD oh my god is just so soft and cute. It's almost a little higher than mine which affirms my gender and also sounds so sweet. And I wanna hold his head between my titties w no binder on and run my hands through his hair and rub his back while his arms are wrapped around me. He really has me feeling so gooey. And he has a cute cat and she's a feisty little baby what a gal. But he's just so fine. The very first time I saw him I was like "wow this guy is so hot" and now we're like best friends low key. Like we just hang out all da time. And I get the feeling he likes being with me too. Like that's when I feel like I've truly connected w a person. It's hard to rip us apart. Even when I'm driving him home and it's time to part ways we gotta like.. resist convo. Like we just talk so damn much. And I'm really scared because this is the way it started with the last one and nothing flourished from that and I think I'm genuinely falling in love w him. Like it feels beyond sexual at this point. Beyond wanting him to fuck me n shit. Like I just want to be the way we are but wrapped up in his arms. But the worst plot twist of all is that he's straight. And I believe him ok. I do. but he gets so defensive. So he's kind of fruity. His favorite color is purple, he likes Lego Bionicle, he always wants to light the bong for me, like he just radiates such raw bisexual energy. I've never seen a more bisexual looking man in my life. But he swears on his life he's straight and apperantly went through a big questioning phase and thinks that's a teenager thing to do. Like all of his friends in highschool were not queer. When you're constantly surrounded but non gay people it becomes a lot harder to find yourself fr. Like just because I was really really gay from a young age doesn't mean everyone else is. And I'm still questioning my sexuality and gender like that shit does not stop. I'm still hella confused but what I DO know is I like him a lot. But he's straight so I'm trying to beat the feeling down and I try so hard but every time our arms bump together or he touches me I get butterflies. Naw fuck it I get a whole boner bro. It's not pretty and I can't pretend it is. I feel evil in my attraction to him. I feel like me not being able to just let it go is so fake of me. Like I'm faking this whole friendship. Like he deserves to know how I see him. But I don't want to ruin this. I can't ruin this amazing thing. But what can ya doaboudit badabing badaboom

[thefilesx]

Carolinian Impact: Lantern Rite

(specifically North Carolina)

Inspo (tiktok)

Scene 1

Xiangling: GOUBA, GET YOUR TAIL BACK HERE. MAMA'S GONNA BE PISSED!

Gouba: *runs*

xiangling: Little turd

xiangling: well hey you couple

xingqiu: STOWP I'M NOT *fruity hand*

Chongyun: yeah

Chongyun: Ooo illegal south carolina fireworks but it ain't forth of july

xingqiu: oh hell yeahh

xingqiu: i bet those cost a pretty penny

Scene 2

zhongli: whatcha doin punkie

hu tao: BOO! HEHE

hu tao: hey grandpaw

zhongli: JESUS CHRIST

zhongli: BOUT GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK

hu tao: ok then pawpaw

hu tao: PAWPAW LOOK FIREWORKS

hu tao: IT LOOKS LIKE GREAT GRANDPAWS PIGS!!!

zhongli: may paw rest in peace

Scene 3

Yanxiao: anyone seen that boy?

Yanxiao: he ain't in his room

blue outfit guy: naw I ain' seen 'em

blue outfit: lets just say grace over our food

yanxiao: be sure ta leave sum for the kids now

xiao: I AIN WANT ANY!

xiao: IS THAT FIREWORKS?!?

[freshouttaparsnips]

You were a simple kind of guy.

Life decided you deserved a little bit of complexity.

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a new series of fic that im gonna work on in my spare time!! its a skeletoncest polycule, but with an added reader twist uwu

tags: Reverse Harem, polycule, Poly of Skeletons, Fontcest, Papcest, Sanscest, but there's also a reader, Slice of Life, no real plot, Tropes Babey, Series, Homelessness, Reader is homeless, Reader has a dog, Reader is FtM, reader is unnamed

read it Ao3

or read chapter 1: Meeting the Horror Fellas below!

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You were a simple kind of guy. Sure, you hadn’t meant to make this move over to the Ebbott region, it was actually on the end of the long list of places you wanted to move. But that was where your job had moved you, so that’s where you’d picked up and gone, both you and your boxer pup, Peony. She hadn’t actually minded much; there were lots of dog parks here for her to hang out in, long stretches of sidewalks just around your apartment that definitely went on just long enough for her to get the need to GO out of her system. Your job was cushy, paid enough for you to splurge a little on the weekends, for you and Peony both.

You appreciated the finer sides of living just under a mountain… at least until said mountain damn near exploded and “Monsterkind” came through.

Now, that was not to say you had anything against monsters. Not in the slightest! You weren’t from around here, you understood a little of the general bias that people had against anything new.

But when the monsters had started entering the work force, well. People on the semi-lower rungs like you? Booted to the curb without a second thought in the name of equality. You’d lost your apartment, and Peony and you had been living in your squat little Ford ever since. It was rough, but you’d been saving up to rent a trailer on the outskirts of town for a few months, and your acceptance of monsters had remained, if not hardened a little.

You weren't going to blame them for needing the essentials of living, just the same as everyone else.

Which led to where you were now, warily watching a couple of more rough looking monsters that were chatting up the tiny, blond lady that worked the front counter of the store you’d finally gotten a job at. Peony had been adopted by the owners of the store as a guard dog, the little old couple chattering on and on about how cute she was. It just meant that you were allowed to keep her with you when you were on duty, a little vest velcro’d around her with the name and logo of the store on it.

You were stocking shelves, Peony keeping an eye on the situation just like you were. The two monsters were clearly from a Fellgrounds, a few other mountains nearby that had also opened up to reveal some monster societies that had gone a little sideways. Most of them had scars, war wounds, and generally had a distrust for other people.

You felt for these monsters more than others; they had to go through extensive testing and rehabilitation to even leave their Underground, though a lot of them had passed those tests if the local news was anything to believe. You weren’t really sure what to believe much these days, but you knew that Polly up at the cash register was trans and had already dealt with a few assholes today. Monster or human, you weren’t letting it slide.

Before you could even set down your can to head up, just to make absolutely certain nothing untoward was going on, a shadow passed over you, the lights above flickering in uneasy patterns as you stood stock still. The tallest monster you’d ever seen in person was passing through the next aisle over, their skeletal head nearly scraping the ceiling as they moved silently towards Polly. Something inside of you was terrified at the sheer display of power, the intent of magic thick in the air, but even you with your limited knowledge could tell it wasn’t directed towards her.

The two monsters were staring right at him, your own eyes locked on his lanky form as he made his way silently to the very front and tilted his head. “Evening friends, are you having issues with the cash register working your cards? I had such an issue the other day, I can help walk you through the process.”

There was nothing but primal fear in their eyes as the two monsters meekly shook their heads, jerking a thumb towards the door as they left, citing their sudden need to be elsewhere. The skeleton watched them go with something like satisfaction in his eyes, and it wasn’t until then that you noticed his outfit.

A bright pink and green tracksuit covered him from neck to ankles, and a bright peach exercise band around his head that said “JOG BOY” on it. Something about it made you relax a little from the tense state you’d been in, your hands setting the cans they’d been tightly holding on their respective shelves.

It was then that you noticed that the intent from earlier was gone, and good lord, was all that just from this dude? You watched as he leaned down to see Polly better, his expression one of humble kindness. She seemed to know him, looking relieved, and you couldn’t hear their full conversation so you figured you’d ask her later just what that was all about… and if you needed to take on more shifts to make sure that people, human and monster both, weren’t harassing the workers.

You’d grown to love working at this store, what with the inclusive policies and the fact that they let Peony stay with you on shift, and you weren’t going to see anyone or anything take advantage of it.

Just as you’d turned back to your work, though, momentary worry about your coworkers abated, that intent came back, only this time it felt cold. The skeleton up front’s warning had been hot, blistering to the mind, a sheer warning of pain.

This one felt like someone had dunked you in an ice bath and was threatening to leave you that way.

“You okay there, pal? Yer looking a little white around the edges.”

The voice came from just behind, your eyes squeezing shut before you turned around and glared hard at whatever asshole was trying to start shit… only to find yourself looking at the chest of another really big monster. He was also a skeleton, but he was shorter by a few feet (even as he towered over you). He was dressed more modestly, what with a simple ratty blue jacket and a pair of gray basketball shorts, but he was wearing a small pink bracelet around his wrist. Before you could even try to guess what it meant, he was leaning toward you a little.

“Hey, you okay? Seriously, I didn’t think Paps’ magic was that strong- well. Naw, that’s a lie, it is that strong.”

You blinked, still staring up at him, when suddenly you were grasped between two boney hands, lifted up and up until you were looking into the hollow eyes of the first skeleton… Paps?

“Oh, my dear human, I haven’t broken you, have I? I can admit my intent can come off a bit… excuse the pun, but intense, to those who aren’t used to our magic signature.” Then he was squinting at you, somehow, and you felt as though your very soul was being examined. You could smell the very subtle hint of some kind of fruity cologne, which made you want to laugh hysterically; what skeleton needed to wear perfume?

“He’s probably fine, Paps. We need’a get back before Red takes off.”

“Paps” rolled his eyes, gently depositing you back on the floor where Peony was severely sniffing all over you as if looking for damage, before nodding.

“Yes, I suppose you’re correct. Human!!”

You stood at attention and he laughed, handing you a little, lime colored business card. You took it with questioning hands, peering down at it as he explained.

“This is my phone number. Please text whenever you have time and would like to have lunch, I wish to apologize for putting you through such shock.”

And with that he pat you on the shoulder, seeming not to notice as you buckled a little under the weight and headed for the front doors, the other, shorter skeleton following along behind with a snicker.

You blinked hard, before collapsing to your ass on the floor, Peony licking your face vigorously once she’d found no signs of injury. You patted her gently both to assure her and to keep her out of your face, but stared down at the card, a simple number on it from the local area.

~THE PHONE NUMBER OF THE GREAT ICHOR!~

You blinked back the tears that had been growing, of both frustration and mild fear, and huffed in pain as you made yourself get up off the floor. Polly would be worried about you, and you really needed to finish stacking these cans.

[glamrock-jre]

detour

chapter 2: motive

Two Days Later

rubae went into the hotel bathroom that he was currently staying in. he tiredly looked at himself in the landscape mirror as he shivered due to the cool temperature throughout the hotel room.

rubae set his hair in a high bun, a few strands of his hair falling out a little. he turned on the shower as he stripped his clothes off, showing off his spine and sternum tattoo along with other small tattoos. he popped his head out of the bathroom as he spoke aloud.

“aye homeboy...” his raspy, deep voice called out. soon after, a small sculpture of a male head lit up and replied.

“wassup?” a deep and monotonous voice came from the male sculpture.

“play icy girl by saweetie.” three short beeps sounded as the song started playing aloud.

Now Playing: ICY GIRL by Saweetie

rubae smiled as he bobbed his head to the beat as he stepped into the shower as he started washing himself.

after ten minutes, rubae got out of the shower and dried himself off. he walked out and wiped away the fog on the mirror as he started to brush his teeth. after he finished with his teeth, rubae did his skincare.

“hmm..” rubae was currently lookin for an outfit while he let his skincare do its care. he sighed softly as he decided to deal with his hair, which was a tangled mess.

“i don’t know why i don’t listen ma when she be tellin me to put my hair up in a damn bonnet...” rubae muttered to himself as he brushed his hair harshly. he grunted as he felt a huge discomfort on his scalp.

“damn bitch detangle..” he muttered once more as he dealt with his hair longer that he would’ve liked but he tamed it eventually. he washed off the skincare and dried off his face. he looked at himself, noticing that he was still naked.

“aight lemme find somethin to put on.” he spoke once more and went to his bed, lookin at all the pile of clothes he had resting. he started lookin through the mountain of clothes he had, tossin them all across the hotel room.

“finally.” rubae rolled his eyes in relief and got dressed. he looked in the full body mirror that hung on the hotel closet door. he put on a red turtleneck crop top with black skinny jeans and red timberland boots. he put on a black trench coat that had fur around the outline of the hood.

rubae then went back to the bathroom, seeing his reflection once again. he grabs a handful of jewelry, smiling as he put his tongue piercing, naval piercing, and helix piercings where they belong on his body. rubae then put some rings on his left hand and silver hand bracelet chains on his right hand. he admired his non polished, clean, natural nails that were medium length and stiletto sharp. he smiles and sticks his tongue out playfully.

“ah~” rubae let out a soft fruity laugh as he grabbed his phone and his hotel keycard, leaving his hotel room and heading down to the lobby. the elevator dinged, signaling that rubae reached the lobby. he left out of the elevator into the lobby and then outside of the hotel.

rubae’s phone rung suddenly as he looked at the contact name. noticing that it was one of his sisters calling.

Now Playing: Hit My Phone by Megan Thee Stallion ft. Kehlani

“wassup sis?” rubae answered as he walked down the sidewalk, peering around at the busy city and adjusting his hair a little.

“damn no “mornin sis”?” a orotund, high adjective voice asked as rubae moved his phone away from his ear slightly due to the naturally loud woman.

“mornin. you ain’t gotta yell, ina..” rubae complained as he put his phone back against his ear. his sister, ina, let out a soft laugh.

“my bad bro. what you doin up this early tho?” ina questioned as there was shuffling on the sister’s end of the phone.

“im takin care of my business. why you up so early, sis?” ina hummed as she spoke again.

“im gettin ready to go somewhere. im doin my makeup.” rubae raises an eyebrow suspiciously.

“who you finna go fuck around wit?” ina giggles softly and replies.

“nobody dude.”

“stop lyin you don’t ever wake up this damn early to just ‘go somewhere’.” rubae stated as he sat on a bench to rest for a moment.

“im deadass not finna meet up wit nobody, yo. even if i was, that’s not your business boy.”

“how come?” rubae teased as he relaxed against the bench, stretching his legs slightly.

“duuude you in my business and for whatttt? you don’t want nobody in yours.” ina laughed once more as she replied to rubae.

“point taken.” rubae concluded as he started back walking to his destination. ina hummed in victory as she asked a question suddenly.

“who you goin to see, hm? cause you don’t wake up this early either.” rubae rolled his eyes and smiled slightly.

“im goin to a meeting.”

“wit who?”

“none of yo businesssss.” rubae dragged as ina protested soon after.

“naw naw you GOTTA be fuckin around wit somebody.”

“im finna hang up on yo ass.” rubae warned as he laughed softly.

“are you boutta get some cat or some di-“

rubae hung up the phone as before the woman could finish her question. instantly, his phone rung again as he answered.

“you ain’t have to hang up like that. mean ass.”

“you betta stop cussin before ma catch you and put a damn dent in your head.” ina sucked her teeth and sighed.

“whatever. but for real tho...did you find somebody new yet? a hot girl or a sexy guy?” if rubae was there with ina, she would give him wiggly eyebrows and a crazy smile. rubae ran his fingers through his hair to comb some of the kinks he had out with his fingers.

“maybe i did, maybe i didn’t.” rubae dodged the question as he gazed up at the sky for a moment.

“well? yes or no?” ina prodded as rubae smacked his lips.

“you so nosy.” rubae paused in front of a building, which is presumably his location.

“i gotta go sis.”

“so you ain gone-“

“love you sis. keep the fam safe for me.”

“boy you bett-“ rubae hung up the phone and put it on silent to prevent any future calls from his twin sister. he quickly walked inside the entrance of the building.

Now Playing: in my head by Ariana Grande

rubae fixated his gaze on the surroundings of the building as he strides through the the almost empty lobby, looking for the secretary.

“are you here for the meeting?” a light, high pitched voice asked from behind rubae, making him turn on his heel to look at the unspecified person. he noticed that it was a woman. a very beautiful woman that wore formal attire and glasses. his eyes wandered all over her body until she called out to him again.

“are you alright sir?”

“u-uh yeah. yeah im completely fine. im the hero that was requested to meet with the heroes that are here and i need to be with them at this moment. could you show me the way to the meeting?” the woman smiles as she waved for rubae to follow after her to the elevator.

“sure. follow me sir.” rubae followed her into the elevator as she pressed a floor number. the elevator closed as they both stood beside each other in silence.

‘she is really pretty..’ rubae commented to himself as he shifted the weight of his body from one foot to the other.

“are you nervous sir?” rubae glanced over at the woman slowly, gulping out of nervousness. he gave a nervous smile as he replied.

“huh? oh no i-im not nervous, im just a lil hot.” the elevator dinged, signaling that they arrived at the floor. rubae and the woman stepped onto the floor. the woman lead him to some double doors at the end of the hallway.

‘just say it dude..’ rubae thought as he let out a shaky breath.

“this is where the meeting is held, sir. it seems that they have already started.” the woman raised her hand to knock on the door but rubae grabbed her wrist.

“is there something wrong sir?” the woman asked as she looked over at rubae, who was sweating bullets. he let go of her wrist as she rested her hand on her side.

“i just wanted to say that...” rubae hid his face in his hand out of embarrassment. the woman waited for rubae to finish his statement.

“i just wanted to say that you are really beautiful.” rubae blurted out as he peeked through his fingers. the woman giggled softly as she gave rubae a warm smile.

“thank you. i appreciate the compliment.” rubae sighed in relief as the woman knocked on the door firmly.

“who is it?” a firm and gruff voice questioned from the other side of the doors.

“the hero that you’ve requested for this meeting has arrived.” the woman replied as rubae took a few deep breaths.

“bring them in.” the woman opened the door and rubae stood up straight and took a deep breath, walking through the door. many pro heroes sat around a conference table with many seats. the woman closed the door and rubae sat down in a random seat.

“well?” the same gruff voice spoke again.

“im rubae.” rubae relaxed in the seat and informed the heroes sitting around him. the heroes greeted rubae as he nodded slightly as a thanks.

“im endeavor. the number one hero.” the gruff voice, also known as endeavor, informed as he had a dominant aura radiating off of him. rubae didn’t feel intimidated though as he just simply nodded.

endeavor and the other heroes started to converse about some hero work and missions. rubae was bored out of his mind, which lead him to play with his nails and jewelry. he kept himself occupied unless one of the pro heroes asked him a question. after what felt like forever to rubae, the doors to the conference room opened. rubae gazed over at the double doors boredly until he saw who walked in.

‘awe shit..’ keigo walked into the conference room and announced himself to the pro heroes.

“heyo~“

“you’re late, hawks.”

“i had some business to take care of.” keigo sat in the seat beside rubae. rubae quickly threw his hood on and turned away from keigo.

‘why is he here?..’ rubae thought as he decided to braid his hair to keep from being obvious. keigo glanced over at rubae for a moment and then looked away.

“back to the topic,” endeavor started as he looked at all of the heroes. keigo shined his usual smug smile and chewed on a toothpick.

“each of you have a mission that requires a partner in order to complete. now these missions aren’t serious in the slightest but that doesn’t mean that they’re any less important...” rubae zoned out after a while. he rolled his eyes out of boredom as he went back to braiding his hair.

‘why we gotta have partners?’ rubae thought with slight agitation as he finished braiding his hair, going the play with his jewelry once more. eventually, rubae tuned back into the meeting.

“im going to assign your partners now.” endeavor started assigning the pro heroes in pairs.

rubae just sat there, hoping that he wasn’t paired with anybody too weak or too stubborn. he clasped his hands together and rested his head on them.

‘please don’t let me be paired wit nobody that’s shitty or weak or both...’ he chanted the thought over and over in his head as endeavor called his name.

“rubae.” rubae looked and noticed that most of the other heroes were conversing with their partners.

“you’re paired with hawks.” rubae blinked twice as he stammered.

“im sorry. did you say hawks??” rubae questioned as his eyes widened slightly. hawks smirked complacently, letting out a soft laugh.

Five Minutes Later

Now Playing: Real Games by Lucky Daye

the meeting was still going as endeavor and the other pro heroes were conversing about more hero work. rubae was still shocked at the fact that he and keigo were partners. he took his hood off of his head as he sighed. keigo glanced over at rubae, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“you didn’t greet me, rubae. that’s rude of you.”

“i really don’t care to greet somebody that ain’t worth my time.” rubae replied as keigo chuckled softly.

“when i said that i had a feelin’ that we were gonna meet soon, i actually wasn’t expecting us to meet this early. not that im complaining though.” rubae looked over at keigo and turned to him.

“neither was i but the only difference is that i am complainin. i didn’t want to see you anytime soon.” keigo smirked as he dramatically gripped his shirt.

“you’re gonna hurt my feelings. you didn’t miss me?” keigo teased as he gazed into rubae’s mismatched eyes. rubae scoffed and looked away as he waved him off.

“you should know the answer to that.” keigo let out a sound of amusement as he grabbed rubae’s hand, starting to examine his nails. rubae raised his eyebrow and looked at keigo.

“we randomly grabbin hands now?” keigo looked up rubae as he licked his lips slightly.

“they look nice.” keigo smirked as he caressed one of his fingers. rubae took his hand away and put his hand in his pocket.

“shut up.” rubae replied as he grabbed his phone. he started to text one of his sisters.

Me

please call me right now yo.

“a thank you would’ve been nice.” rubae looked and saw keigo smirk at him.

‘weird ass...’ rubae’s phone dinged as he read the message from his sister.

baby sis🔥

why?

Me

i need to get out of a conversation.

rubae sighed as he took his phone off of silent. his phone rung as soon as he did, causing him to leave out of the conference room and answered his phone.

“thank you sis.” rubae started to look for a random vacant room, pushing on all of the office doors to see if they would open.

“i gotchu bro. why did you need to be saved exactly?” a high adjective voice asked on the other end of the phone. rubae cursed under his breath, taking notice that all of the doors were locked.

“cause’ i met up with someone that i REALLY did not expect to see so soon.” rubae observed the hallway as he saw a sign that read ‘restroom’ in japanese. he quickly went into the restroom, stepping inside of a stall and locking it.

“oouu tell me tell me.” the voice sounded excited as rubae sighed softly.

“why? you tryna get in my business too?” the voice spoke again as the door to the restroom opened, most likely someone else entered into it. rubae didn’t care though as he kept talking.

“come on mane. i swear ina didn’t send me this time.” a red feather flew into his stall, making rubae glare at it suspiciously.

“funny. i didn’t even mention ina.” he picked up the red feather and put it in his pocket. the voice on the other end of the phone whined.

“no she really didn’t this time. im askin out of curiosity for real.” rubae smiled a little and he took a lollipop out of his pocket, planning on eating it soon.

“it’s a thin line between curiosity and nosiness.”

“mine is strictly curiosity though yo. im so deadass.” rubae smirked as he leaned against the stall door, tapping his lollipop on the door slightly.

“you showin too much of it sis. that’s not curiosity.”

“then what is curiosity, huh? since you so smart.”

“curiosity is a strong desire to know or learn something.” the voice let out a sound of perplexity as the woman spoke again.

“i have a strong desire to know who you runnin from.” rubae laughed softly and smirked.

“nah cause see nosy means showing too much curiosity about other people's affairs and you, ishi, are bein nosy.” the woman, ishi, sighed in defeat and laughed a little.

“fine you got me...but gimme like a piece of crumb.” rubae smirked a little as ishi still insisted.

“bye sis. love you and tell ina to mind her business.”

“you bett-“ rubae hung up the phone as he sighed, walking out of the stall and unwrapping a lollipop. until it got taken from him suddenly.

“who da f-“ rubae turned to the culprit who stole his lollipop only to see keigo with his usual complacent smirk.

“so you’re not gonna tell your family about me?” rubae rolled his eyes slightly and reached for his lollipop, until keigo held it away from him.

“here you go. takin my lollipop and shit.” keigo laughed as rubae tried to rest for it once again.

“answer the question and maybe you’ll get it back.” rubae rolled his for what felt like the fiftieth time this morning.

“everybody just want a piece of MY business, huh? why do i have to be surrounded by nosy people?? just why?” rubae asked no one in particular as he clasped his hands together, squeezing his eyes shut.

“im curious. i want to know why you don’t want your sister knowing about us.” rubae elevated an eyebrow slightly as he crossed his arms.

“you askin like we in a relationship or somethin.” keigo smirked and leaned towards rubae, making rubae look around the room.

“not yet.” keigo teased softly as he witnessed rubae’s face of embarrassment.

“yet?? stop playin wit me.” keigo hummed and went close to rubae’s ear, brushing his lips against it slightly.

“who said that i was joking?” keigo’s voice went slightly deeper as he purred. rubae flinched away and took a few steps back, taking a deep breath.

“here you go flirtin again..” rubae glanced at keigo as keigo smirked as he took a few steps towards rubae.

“so what if i am?” rubae rolled his eyes and turned away from keigo, looking at himself in the restroom mirror.

“shut up. i want my lollipop back.” rubae started to put his hair in a low ponytail as keigo came behind him. he rested his arm on rubae’s shoulder.

“answer my question and i’ll leave you alone.” a vein popped out of rubae’s forehead and then he took a deep breath, calming himself down.

“yknow what? fine. i don’t want my sisters to be in my business because if i tell them, they gone run their little mouths everywhere. and i ain’t just talkin bout to my ma.” keigo smiled in approval as he went beside rubae, putting the lollipop in the small man’s mouth.

“i guess that answer’s fine.” keigo shrugged as rubae received the lollipop from keigo.

“coulda did that myself yo.” keigo smiled and shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

“just helping.” rubae sighed as he walked past keigo, the red feather slipping out of his pocket. the red feather went to keigo’s wing as he smirked.

‘mission accomplished.’ keigo thought as he followed rubae out of the restroom. they both headed out of the building, exiting into the busy city.

rubae and keigo strolled along the sidewalk as they peered around at the people and buildings, not conversing with each other. after a few minutes of silence, keigo spoke suddenly.

“let’s talk.” keigo suggested as rubae shrugged his shoulders slightly.

“fine. only because im bored though.” rubae sighed softly.

30 Minutes Later

At the Cafe

Now Playing: motive by Ariana Grande & Doja Cat

rubae and keigo talked for nearly thirty minutes and wounded up at a cafe due to the two men being tired of walking. they both were sitting at a table by the window as they conversed.

“are you serious?? five other people look just like you and you’re the oldest too? that’s gotta be a handful.” keigo gave a slightly surprised look at rubae as he let out a small laugh.

“yeah like deadass. imagine if you were the finest person in the world and then have five other people lookin just like you.” keigo smirked while rubae joked a little.

“well how would it feel?” rubae tilted his head slightly as he raises an eyebrow, smiling slightly.

“what you mean?” keigo let out a soft laugh and gazed into rubae’s red and hazel eyes as a cocky smirk painted itself on his face.

“i mean you don’t have to imagine to be the finest person in the world if you already are, right?” rubae rolled his eyes slightly in a bashful manner.

“you deadass really flirtin wit me.” rubae stated as he played with his fingers due to him being bashful at the moment.

“it’s just the way i talk. i just call the truth out when i see it.” rubae looked at keigo as he chuckled softly.

“well you definitely got a slick tongue on you i’ll say that.” rubae rolled his eyes once more as keigo started to talk again.

“thanks. that’s the first compliment i’ve gotten from you.”

“that wasn’t a compliment.”

“well it wasn’t an insult.” keigo leered as rubae rolled his eyes again, crossing his arms.

“whatever. anyways, tell me what’s yo motive.” confusion painted on keigo’s face as rubae laughed a little.

“for bein a hero, i mean.” rubae added as keigo let out a small hum, showing a closed eye smile as he rested his head on his hand.

“it's my duty as a good guy to stop the bad guys and takes my profession seriously. as an individual, i was never one for fame and attention and i pursue a stress-free existence.” rubae hummed and nodded, showing that he understood the statement.

“that’s actually pretty nice to hear from a guy like you.” keigo laughed as he scoffed playfully.

“damn, you’re just gonna give me a smack to the face like that?” rubae smirked softly as he rested his face on his hand.

“you may have a good reason or whatever but that don’t lessen the fact that you hella cocky sometimes.” keigo let out a slightly bitter laugh as he brushed it off for a moment.

“but i will say that you have probably a way with showin it....whether it be shown through your charisma or your actions.” rubae finished as he leaned back against his chair.

“that praise is pretty high comin from you, rubae. that says a lot about our bond as of right now.” rubae sighed softly as he looked over at keigo once more. he stuck another lollipop in his mouth before he spoke again.

“bond? don’t think just cause i gave you a lil praise that imma start considerin you as a friend. cause it’s gone take a lot more for you to be that to me.” keigo smirked as he shrugged a little.

“eh, fine by me. friend wouldn’t be an appropriate title for someone i’m attracted to. don’t you think?” rubae’s widen for a moment as he coughed a bit from spit getting caught at the back of his throat.

“hand over that sexuality cuz you givin me very much confident homosexuality.” keigo let out a soft chuckle as he shined a conceited smirk. rubae shifted his glance around the cafe due to getting embarrassed again.

“i don’t dislike men, women, or anyone else.” rubae squinted his eyes slightly, thinking for a moment.

“lets just say that i don’t care what or who you are. it’s all about the personality in the person.” rubae smiled inwardly and then stopped, thinking for a moment.

‘why the hell am i smilin??’ keigo spoke up again.

“what about you, rubae?” keigo asked as rubae let out a small chuckle.

“wellll...” rubae looked down at his hands, watching them fidget anxiously. keigo took notice as he rested his hand on top of rubae’s fidgety ones. that somehow relaxed rubae as he continued to speak.

“i like women and men a lot.” rubae stated bashfully, hiding his face and looking away. keigo smiled softly as he retracted his hand.

“well that’s good.”

“what you mean by that?”

“that’s good to know that i have a chance.” rubae pointed a finger at keigo aggressively as he laughed a little.

“you betta stop with that flirtin shit. you ain’t slick man.” keigo laughed as he grabbed rubae’s finger, enveloping in his hand.

“i told you it’s just how i talk.” rubae rolled his eyes and tried to pull his finger out of keigo’s grip but keigo smirked and tightened it.

“let go of my finger yo.” rubae tried to pull it away again as keigo bit his lip slightly.

“beg for it...” rubae let out a slightly agitated sigh.

“i wish i would beg for MY finger that’s connected to MY body back. now let it go.” rubae demanded as keigo squeezed his finger tighter. rubae’s face scrunched in slight discomfort as he threw a glare towards keigo, who was still smirking like the cocky bastard he is.

“it would be cute though.” rubae rolled his eyes.

“i don’t give a damn if it would be adorable. gimme my damn finger back.” keigo laughed as he rested his head on the hand with rubae’s finger in.

“a brat that’s asking to be tamed? that’s my type of party.” rubae’s eye twitched slightly as he forced a small smile.

“shut up.” rubae finally wiggled his finger out of keigo’s grasp. rubae sighed in relief as he felt the blood circulate back in his finger.

“you was really grippin my shit..” rubae mumbled as he put his hand in his pocket, giving keigo another glare.

“rubae.”

“what?”

“i told you my motive. tell me yours.”

Now Playing: Lowkey by Teyana Taylor featuring Erykah Badu

rubae glanced at keigo and took notice at how serious his face and tone was. rubae sat up and thought for a moment.

‘my motive, huh?’ rubae asked himself as he discarded the lollipop stick into a nearby trash.

“i’d rather not state my reason...” keigo’s curiosity peaked as he waited for him to finish his statement.

“not because i don’t want anyone to know but because i can say why im doin this hero shit all day but if i don’t have the actions to show for it, then why bother statin it?” rubae played with his rings as he licked his lips slightly, gazing at keigo.

“meanin that i’d rather show what my reason is because actions speak louder than words.” his mismatched eyes stared into keigo’s gold ones. keigo realized that rubae’s eyes hinted that he was serious about what he said. rubae broke eye contact due to his bashfulness once more.

“why you ain’t sayin nothin?” rubae questioned with a tone of apprehensive-ness. keigo broke out of his trance as he smiled a little.

“sorry. i was just thinking about what you were saying. you make a valid point.” keigo agreed as he tilted his head slightly, observing rubae silently.

a few strands of rubae’s hair came out of his ponytail and he just noticed that the ends of his hair were an opaque red.

‘did he dye his ends after we met or did i just not notice it at first?’ keigo pondered as he observed rubae more.

his eyes wandered to look at rubae’s ears, realizing that they were pointed like an elf’s. he took notice to the helix piercings, which was six in total as keigo counted, right along with an orbital piercing.

“uhhh why you starin at me so hard?” rubae spoke out to keigo as he shot him a side glance. keigo laughed awkwardly as he scratched his head.

“err...i was just counting your piercings.” rubae hummed as he smirked slightly.

“you was checkin me out, wasn’t you?” rubae questioned as keigo gave a slightly panicked look until he masked it quickly.

“i wasn’t.”

“bullshit.”

“it’s not bullshit.” keigo denied as he let out a soft laugh.

“you ain’t gotta lie about it. it’s not like you didn’t tell me that i was the finest person in the world just a few minutes ago.” keigo smirked a little and spoke again.

“alright, you caught me. although...i meant what i said when i said you were fine though.” rubae hid his face for what felt like the fifth time.

“you really don’t hold back, do you?” rubae asked as he peeked at keigo through his fingers.

“knowing that i’m making you shy is what makes me feel good.”

“you ain’t make me shy.”

“look at me and tell me that.” keigo challenged, making rubae quickly look at him and then look away just as fast.

“you’re not looking at me, rubae.” rubae rolled his eyes slightly as he took a deep breath.

“why you want me to say it while lookin at you?”

“i wanna see if you can prove me wrong.” keigo affirmed as his smirk got bigger, enjoying rubae’s struggle. rubae exhaled softly as he bit his lip and looked at keigo.

“you didn’t make me shy.” rubae divulged as he smirked slightly. keigo licked his lips slightly and raised an eyebrow, making rubae roll his eyes.

‘not gone lie....that was a lil sexy...’ rubae thought as he looked away from keigo, smiling a little.

‘hol up...im trippin..’ rubae thought once again as he hit his face lightly. rubae spoke once again as he realized keigo was still staring at him.

“you want a compliment or somethin? cause if want one you could just ask.”

“that depends. do you want to give me a compliment?” keigo smirked as he leaned towards rubae. rubae didn’t say anything for a moment as he tilted his head slightly.

“maybe i will since you been flirtin wit me all day.” rubae smirked slightly as he stood up. keigo looked up at him, wondering what rubae was about to do.

“after you tell me bout the missions and when we need to prep for em...maybe you’ll get somethin.” rubae put another lollipop in his mouth as he walked past keigo, putting his hands in his pockets and leaving out of the cafe. keigo laughed a little as he followed after rubae.

“right. you did leave right when the meeting ended.” rubae hummed softly as he sat on a bench beside the cafe. keigo sat beside him and started to talk.

“alright so we have to go undercover to expose some really bad people. a cruise ship...for couples-“

“couples?! awe hell naw lemme just-” rubae stood up, starting to walk away until keigo sat him back down beside him as he sighed.

“rubae, you’re a grown ass man. im pretty sure you can deal with a game of make believe.” rubae bit the inside of his cheek, sighing softly. keigo continued to speak.

“these guys are supposedly a very, very dangerous gang and they run everything on this cruise. they have heavy security and they’re heavy on the guns.” rubae hummed as he stretched upwards slightly, his shirt raising up a bit.

“they could possibly have paid some people on the boat to sniff out anybody that that may be suspicious aka us.”

“figured that. how long we got?” rubae asked in a serious tone, playing with his hair.

“we have three days to get ready and when we’re on the cruise we’re gonna be on it for two weeks because hey it’s a couple’s retreat.”

‘damn...that’s way past my deadline..’ rubae scowled slightly as he exhaled softly.

“okay.” rubae stood up and started to walk off, presumably back to the hotel.

“let’s exchange numbers. yknow....so we can talk business.” rubae paused as he swirled his lollipop around in his mouth, turning to keigo slightly.

“just business or something more?” keigo smirked as he hummed.

“do you want it to be something more?” rubae let out a small laugh as he showed a toothy grin.

“i asked you first.” keigo stood up and strides over to rubae, towering over him by an inch.

“it can be whatever you want, rubae.” rubae could hear the smirk that keigo had as he talked lowly in his ear, looking up at keigo. their eyes met for a slight moment, them both being frozen for a while. keigo backed away a little, showing his usual smug smile.

“unless, of course, you don’t want to. that’s fine with me.” rubae took out another lollipop and walked towards keigo, unwrapping it and resting it on keigo’s lips.

“look at that. you earned yourself another lollipop.” keigo took the lollipop in his mouth while rubae went to whisper in his ear.

“well i-“ keigo turned around and saw that rubae was nowhere to be seen. he tilted his head slightly as he subconsciously moved the lollipop around in his mouth.

suddenly, he looked at his hand with the wrapping paper and saw that it had a number on it. he flipped it over to the other side and saw words written on it.

‘you look a lil attractive or whatever..’ keigo smiled and put the paper in his pocket, wandering off around the city.

A/N: wassup !! kazu here :3 rubae (pronounced ruby) and keigo gettin a lil close👀👀. aight lemme stop. this chapter was way longer than i intended and i was a lil bit scared that tumblr wasn’t gonna let me post it because of how long it is but LUCKILY it was able to post. next chapter, you’ll find out what rubae’s quirk is and maybe even a little more about him anyways. hope you enjoyed and thx for readin <33

[soulsdontbreaktheybeeend]

50 questions tag game

I was tagged by @lynnesm ty, sweetheart<3

1. What is the color of your hairbrush? Black

2. A food you never eat?  Artichokes 

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? COLD. My hands can be icy cold even in summer. It’s quite practical sometimes lol

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Um, watching a series on Netflix, before KAREN interrupted that with her dirty day dream.

5. What is your favorite candy bar? Oh lord, I was addicted to that lion candy bar when I was kid?? 

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event? Yes, several soccer games and one of ice hockey, which was pretty cool.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? I think it was “oh my god” while I read something on here lmao

8. What is your favorite ice cream? Hazelnut with something fruity

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Water

10. Do you like your wallet? Naw, it’s nothing special.

11. What was the last thing you ate? Swabian ravioli lol

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? I can’t even remember the last time I bought new clothes.

13. The last sporting event you watched? Soccer

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? Just... sweet?

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to? My dad

16. Ever go camping? Not yet

17. Do you take vitamins? Sometimes

18. Do you go to church every Sunday? I don’t ever go there.

19. Do you have a tan?  A slight one for now

20. Do you prefer chinese food or pizza? NOTHING CAN MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw? No

22. What color socks do you usually wear? Black

23. Ever drive above the speed limit? Of coooourse nooooooot

24. What terrifies you? Is it bad that “my mind” came into my mind first?

25. Look to your left what do you see? Arthur Fleck lmao

26. What chore do you hate? Hmm taking the garbage out?

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? The lead singer of Hands Like Houses

28. What is your favorite soda? I try to avoid them. I’d choose coke if I had to.

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive through? Taking a seat.

30. Who was the last person you talked to? Some woman from an advertising call lmao

31. Favorite cut of beef? -

32. Last song you listened to? Run to you - Bryan Adams lmao

33. Last book you read? A Summer Place by Meg Murray ;) @littlebird92

34. Favorite day of the week? Saturday

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards? No bc my brain is busy thinking of the clown boy.

36. Do you like coffee? I LOVE coffee. The taste, the smell, the mood it brings me in. Mhhh coffee

37. Favorite pair of shoes? Boots

38. At what time do you normally go to bed? There is no normally. Not before 12 am

39. At what time do you normally get up? 6:30am 

40. What do you prefer - sunrises or sunsets? Sunsets, but depends on the location, I guess.

41. How many blankets are on your bed? One

42. Describe your kitchen plates: White

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? Red wine in general and that cheep Hugo Rose from a grocery store here in germany. It’s the cheepest but it’s simply the best. I could drink that shit like water.

44. Do you play cards? No

45. What color is your car? lmao Idk man, it depends on the day light? Really dark purple? Brown? Black?

46. Can you change a tire? Yes

47. What is your favorite province? I have no clue. The town I’ve moved to is pretty nice.

48. Favorite job you ever had? My current one, designer for visual marketing

49. How did you get your biggest scar? Oh lord okay so here we go. I tore the acl in my left knee apart, two year later in my right knee. Two years after that, guess what happened. Yess you’re right! I freaking tore my left one apart AGAIN. So both ligaments they’d use to get it replaced where already used. So they had to cut out a part of my quadriceps tendon with a small block of my knee cap to get it fixed lol so I have a 6-7cm scar above my left knee cap bc of that. Now you know.

50. What did you do today that made someone happy? Talked silly shit, made them laugh. Made myself happy with that too. It’s just the best feeling dude

Tagging everyone who wants to do this, bc I don’t wanna bother any of you guys lol DO IT if you want to please! You can even write it down on your own post, look this beeended soul said I can do it if I want to. So, please do.

[michael-hearteyes-wheeler]

”I’m drunk and I hate everything but you. I love you a lot.” + lumax. cause, not to be dramatic or anything, but I’m DYING for lumax content rn

[A/N] This was such an adorable prompt! Im sorry it took me forever to finish it. I was struggling with one of the scenes, so I just included a real life situation and it helped a lot (the one with the jocks and beer pong lmao). I really hope you enjoy!! 💖💖💖

“Why would anyone need a house that big?” Max scoffed, looking up at the almost mansion sized home. The party had barely started, but already the lawn was crawling with people.

Max really didn’t believe Stacey Altman when she said she was inviting the entire senior class, but now that she was actually here, she would call that number an understatement. She supposed the large turnout was probably thanks to their team winning this years homecoming. A loss probably wouldn’t have resulted in the debauchery she was sure was taking place inside.

“Yeah, isn’t Stacy an only child too?” Will sneered. The Party, like everyone else, had each been handed one of the obnoxious green and gold invitations. Their school colors, a vaguely terrifying picture of their mascot, and bulky block letters that looked more like a ransom note than anything else.

At first, they all agreed not to go. Parties were lame, and none of them really even cared about Football. Then, Max had gotten bored, and El was easy enough to talk into going. One convincing led to another and now everyone was standing on the Altman’s lawn and looking at the house apprehensively.

“Are we going to go inside? Or just keep standing here?” Lucas finally asked. Max, determined to have a good time, took that as the motivation she needed. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house.

The scene before them was pretty much exactly what they expected. Loud music blared out of speakers from somewhere in the living room, and dozens of people danced around the space. The kitchen counters were covered in drinks and bowls of chips that no one was actually going to eat. Beer pong was set up in the dining room, and a group of football players were doing keg stands in the backyard.

It wasn’t like this was the first party they had ever gone too, it was just the biggest.

Max felt a little overwhelmed. She pulled Lucas and El into the kitchen, and poured each of them a drink from the horribly sweet, red concoction in the punch bowl. All three made dramatic grimacing faces as they took their first sip. The drink was bitter, and stung like rubbing alcohol, but the aftertaste was worse; Cough syrup and cheap wine.

“Are you losers drinking tonight?” Max asked the other boys, holding out another solo cup. Will and Dustin happily obliged, but Mike mumbled something about being the ‘designated driver’ and Max rolled her eyes. It’s not like they did not live close enough to walk or anything.

The party awkwardly hovered around the kitchen for awhile after that. They watched the party happen around them, making fun of people for one thing or another. After a few minutes Max could feel whatever it was she was drinking start to polish the edges of her perception. Jokes were funnier, sensations further away, she felt warm. It was a good feeling, and fast acting too. She filled up her cup for the third time.

Like all parties, however, the group you go with dissolved pretty quickly once people get acclimated.

Will was the first to get pulled away. A boy he knew from his art class waved him over and the two disappeared upstairs. Max and Mike gave each other raised eyebrow looks because Will was definitely blushing. Unbeknownst to Will, they had a running bet about how long it would take for them to start dating.

Next to go was Dustin. Throughout high school he had become quite the ladies man, and he was determined to chat up Haley Jones, his current crush. Actually, crush was an understatement, his new obsession was more accurate. Not in a creepy way really, more in just a painfully devoted loyal sort of way. It was sweet, and definitely really fun to make fun of him for.

Then it was Mike and El. A song came on that she actually liked, and she pulled him towards the large group of people dancing. Mike wasn’t really a dancer, and honestly neither was El, but they could certainly make the best out of it. Max watched them get swallowed up by the crowd until not even Wheeler’s mop of hair could be seen.

So it was just Lucas and Max, both whispering to each other about people from school acting like fools, and laughing so hard they had to hold onto the counter for balance.

“Do you want to dance or something?” She asked, finished off her third drink.

“Naw, but beer pong might be fun. I gotta use the bathroom and then i’ll be back.” He winked and pinched her waist as he left. She made heart eyes at his back while he walked away. She poured herself another drink.

Then things got… fuzzy.

Another massive group of people showed up, people Max had never even seen before, and the crowded house got that much more crowded. It was so goddamn loud. The group made a beeline for the booze and Max stepped out of the kitchen and out of their way. Now she was just hovering by herself at the edge of the living room. Where was Lucas? Oh right the bathroom! Jeez, he’s been gone for a long time.

A loud crash and the sound of people cheering caught her attention. Drink in hand, she shuffled her way towards the sound and into the dining room.

The dining room smelled overwhelmingly of beer and that same fruity cocktail mix that was currently making her brain fuzz. Max watched for a moment, a group of boys playing beer pong. Sticking their grubby hands in and out of the cups of booze, plinking the ball back and forth across the table. It was disgusting. Hadn’t Lucas said something about playing this? Maybe she should just wait here for him.

A big sweaty looking football player, sporting his Letterman like a coat of arms, stuck a hand in one of the cups to retrieve the ball. Max grimaced.

“You should really be using water.” She scoffed as another cup fell over, washing sudsy beer out onto the floor. They guys all turned to her and laughed.

“Water doesn’t get the job done.” The sweaty football player knocked his knuckles against his head.

“Yeah, plus, the alcohol like, kills all the germs.” Another jughead added from where he was leaning against the wall.

“That’s so ridiculously untrue.” Max chuckled.

“Yeah well, it’s more of a boys game anyway. Wouldn’t want you to get your pretty little hands dirty.” The sweaty guy replied nonchalantly, and lined up his shot.

“Oh, you’re so on.” Max would never admit to it if pressed, but she was so competitive that it almost wore her out. That fact was doubly true if the person egging her on was getting personal about it, and the fact that she was a girl? Yeah, that was pretty damn personal. She chugged the rest of her cup and moved to one end of the table, across from sweaty.

He raised his eyebrows but nodded, and put all of his cups back in line. “You need me to run through the rules, princess?”

“Throw the ball into a cup, if it gets in the other person takes a drink. It’s not rocket science.” She brushed her hair out of her face. As much as she wanted to kick this guys ass, she was also way to out of it to be truly pissed.

For most of the game, it was pretty much a stalemate. He got a cup, she got a cup. He drinks, she drinks. The beer is warm and salty and she tries not to think about how many hands had been in that cup. They had been right about one thing though, water certainly wouldn’t have got her feeling this way.

Then, one well placed toss. That’s all it took. A cup of jungle juice spilled over, cascading red liquid all across her white shirt. She looked down at herself in horror.

“You son of a bitch! You did that on purpose.” Max had no way of knowing that but it wasn’t a hard guess.

“Not me babe, it’s all part of the game.” Sweaty snorted, high-fiving one of his friends.

She would see about that. Anger sobered her. It took less than five minutes for her to get him the rest of the way out. Plink, plink, plink, plink. The rest of the room cheered for her, and egged him on. Chanting for him to chug when he finally lost.

“Wow Mayfield, im impressed. You didn’t come here with that loser boyfriend of yours did you?” Sweaty asked, lowering his gaze at her from across the table.

Suddenly she felt sick. Like really sick. And drunk, really drunk. She looked down at her shirt and back up at him and all of the other boys who were staring at her. She needed a bathroom.

“Fuck off, meathead. I don’t date dogs.” Max was seething now, she turned and walked out of the dining room. It took her awhile to find a bathroom, and every step felt more and more heavy. More and more fuzzy.

When she finally did, she sighed in relief and closed the door behind her. She did not want to throw up. She sat on the edge of the bathtub and tried to just breathe deeply, in and out, find a little bit of clarity. The party sounded really far away. Where the hell was Lucas? Where were any of her friends? Time moved so sluggishly that it was hard to tell exactly how long it had been since she last saw them.

She heard voices right outside the door, and the knob jiggle.

And instead of acting like a regular normal person, and standing up to let whoever it was use the restroom, she let herself fall back into the bathtub and closed the curtain behind her. This is a good idea Max, they will do whatever they need too and then leave and you can calm down.

Max recognized the voices to be that of Stacy, the party thrower, and Valerie, Stacy’s best friend. They sounded about as drunk as Max felt.

“Thank god, a little bit of quiet.” Stacy sighed as soon as the door latched closed behind her.

“I know right? At least it’s a good turn out.”

“Yeah I guess, but a lot of people showed up who I totally didn’t want to be here.”

“Oh drama? Go on.”

“Well like, when you invite nerds, you don’t expect them to come. I was just being nice but they had to actually show up. Did you see Henderson talking to Haley? Like he stands a chance. What a loser.”

“Oh I know! And all of his nerdy friends are here too. At least the rest of them date amongst themselves.”

Max was practically vibrating with anger at this point. No amount of ‘Just stay and wait for them to leave’ was helping. What if they kept going? What if they kept saying worse and worse shit? It was their shrieky and slurred laughter that finally pushed her over the edge. In a flash, she ripped the shower curtain back open, and from her place in the tub she stared daggers at them.

“What the hell-” Stacy began, looking totally appalled.

“Listen, Stacy! The only reason so many people came to your party is because you have a big house and free booze, not because anyone actually likes you! The next time I hear you talk about my friends i’m going to kick your ass!” Again, fueled by anger, Max easily rose to her feet and stepped out of the tub. “Oh, and that dress looks terrible on you.”

Sometimes you gotta fight shallow with shallow. Besides, it was an ugly dress.

Max wasn’t even listening to whatever they were yelling at her as she left. She flipped the bird behind her back as she went. It was so loud out here. She was so angry. Where the hell was lucas!?

She stumbled her way back through the house, avoiding the dining room, weaving around groups of people and spreading through others. How many living rooms did this place have? It took ages just to get from one side of the house to the other. Eventually, she found herself once again in the kitchen. It smelled so strong of booze that the nausea she had bated off was back, and kicking. She felt her skin ripple with goosebumps that was followed by a surge of heat. She really didn’t want to be the girl who pukes in the sink at a party.

Just then, a cool breeze nearly knocked her over, and her attention turned to a small side door.

Outside! Her senses screamed. Quiet, fresh air!

She was moving before she even finished the thought.

Max let the door slam behind her as she stepped outside. The lawn was pretty much empty, aside from a few people sitting around a small bonfire at the opposite end. She walked sluggishly toward the end of the porch, and sat with her legs dangling over the edge. The sounds of the party were further away now. She took a few deep breaths to try and clear some of the brain fog that had crept in. You never really notice how drunk you are until you’re alone. If she could just chill like this for a little while, her stomach would calm down and everything would be fine.

What a stupid party. What disgusting idiots those football players had been. Why was Stacy so vile? Max was kicking herself for being the one to suggest they come. Right now they could all be in Wheeler’s basement playing a board game, or at the cabin watching a movie. She was so worked up about the whole thing that she could feel her skin heating up.

A few moments later, she heard the door open behind her, but she assumed it was just someone else looking for a little bit of solace. Then that person walked towards her, and took a seat next to her. Their legs touched the ground where hers just swayed above.

“You doing alright out here? Lucas. His voice was quiet and when she looked at him he smirked, a beer still in his hand. It was probably only his second, maybe third. She felt embarrassed.

“Im fine.” She snapped back, and then sighed, letting some of the tension leave her shoulders. “I’m not fine. I’m drunk and I hate everything.”

“You hate everything even when you aren’t drunk.” His face was so sobering. Like he could see through her bullshit, but he was still validating her feelings. Gentle.

“Not you.” She let her head fall against his shoulder and her whole body went with her. She was lucky he was strong enough to support the both of them because she basically gave up trying. “A revision. I’m drunk and I hate everything but you.”

“Well in that case,” Lucas wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her snug against him. She felt him kiss the top of her head and she sighed contently. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Im sure I will when im sober and can actually like, you know, formulate thoughts. I’m sure you’ll hear all about it.”

“Okay good, i’ll be waiting then.” He was quiet for a moment, and she relished in it. “Instead, can we talk about how cool it is that you beat the football team at beer pong?”

Even though her eyes were sagging closed, she could hear the smile in his voice. She groaned. “I don’t want to talk about that either. They’re gross. I drank shitty warm hand beer.”

“Okay, well, is there something you do want to talk about?”

She adjusted so she could look up at him, but no further than necessary. “Where were you? I haven’t seen you all night. And, how did you know I was out here?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I kinda got caught up in a pool game. Did you know that the basement is like a full game room? And then someone wanted to play Foosball… It got out of hand. Also you literally almost knocked Will over in your mad dash to get outside. He told me you looked upset.”

Max snorted, and then laughed, and then she was laughing so hard that Lucas had to keep her from slipping off the edge of the porch. “Are you serious? We lost each other because we were both goaded into playing stupid games at this stupid party?”

“I guess so.” Lucas smiled at her, and the warmth of his hands bled through her shirt, making her shiver. He was so god damned competitive, and it was one of the things she loved about him. He was also, however, really god damned handsome and sometimes it still made her knees weak.

“This party kind of sucked.” She finally admitted.

“Yeah, it kind of did. It would have been way more fun to just sit out here.”

“Totally.” She snuggled in closer to his side, “Or… if we had, I don’t know, found one of the hundred rooms in this big stupid house and made out for like, an hour.”

“Hm, yeah, you’re right. That would have been better.” He was silent for a few seconds. “I’ll race you to the top floor.”

“Oh you are so on, Stalker!”

Instead of bolting, Lucas helped Max to her feet, and instead of racing through the house, it was more of him pulling her by the hand really quickly. Weaving in and out of groups of people, and rooms, and hallways. Once they finally got to the top floor, it was a guessing game as to finding an actual available room. They pressed their ears to a lot of doors, and were met with a lot of ‘Fuck off!’ and the usual drunk party girl crying. Luck finally came to them in the form of an oversized storage closet.

Needless to say, it turned the whole night around. More laughing and knocking things over then anything else, but he kissed her tenderly when she wanted him too and held her tightly when she needed him too. He always knew exactly how to make her heart quicken. They made a damn mess in that storage closet, essentially turning old camping gear and extra linens into a pallet on the floor. And there were the golf clubs they had knocked over, and whatever that thing was that fell and shattered. But that was Stacy’s problem.

Lucas always seemed to know the exact right things to say and do. It blew her mind that less than fifteen minutes earlier she had been rightfully angry on the back porch, and now she was lip locked and laughing. His hands tangled in her hair and she was glad she had taken El’s suggestion of bringing a brush so that she wasn’t such a hot mess when she got home. Her stained shirt was another issue, but right now she was just happy to be able to lay her head on his chest and listen to the party from what felt like far away

It was in this contented lul that he spoke again, softly, holding her tight against him. “How are you feeling? Still drunk and… hateful?”

“Yeah. Still drunk. I still hate everything but you.” She giggled, and cuddled even closer. “I love you a lot.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I love you a lot too, Madmax.”

As soon as the sounds of the people started dying down, they made their way hand in hand back downstairs; giddy and flushed and looking totally guilty.

They found Will first. He was almost as blushy as they were, and he said goodbye to his friend from art class in hushed tones before they left.

Then they found Dustin, who had passed out and was using a dog as a pillow. He was definitely the most wasted somehow, and Lucas practically had to carry him to the car.

Lastly, Mike and El found them. The couple were also holding hands, and also looking incredibly guilty. Well, Mike was. El looked so casual it almost through Max for a loop. She was actually thankful that Mike had stayed sober, because there was no way in hell she wanted to walk anywhere right now.

They crammed into Mike’s car, with El at shotgun and Dustin draped across the laps of everyone else in the back.

“So, uh, did you guys have fun?” Mike asked as he pulled the car out of its spot.

Max looked at Lucas, blushing all over again, heart beating fast, and smiled. “Yeah. Lots of fun.”

Lucas could make even the worst night into a good one. A great one. One she was excited to rant to him about all over again tomorrow.

[marcosoropoet]

Pavlovian Tingle-Railway [Station Blackout] ~ (or express razor eye out Mr. Tingle)

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And taking the kingly cup tossed it into the teeming hot fire licks of smoke. ~ Marcos Oro

[the-occult-babe]

About Me - 2018

hey hey i wanted to do an updated about me thing for 2018 so under read more cause it’s long. 

The meaning behind my url: it’s me bitch, i’m the occult babe

A picture of me: inserting it is gonna break this so no, just search #me on my blog

How many tattoos i have and what they are: i have two right now, my switchblade on my right forearm and some beading under my boobs

Last time i cried and why: i was thinkin bout my ex Piercings i have: just my ears Favorite band: i don’t pick favorites and i just hyperfix on certain songs for days Biggest turn offs: lack of personal hygiene, stupidity, idk it depends on the person Top 5 (insert subject): bitch i don’t have top fives Tattoos i want: more knives on me? i’m getting a snake in like 3 weeks Biggest turn ons: anything aesthetic Age: 21 Ideas of a perfect date: naps i guess and vinesauce  Life goal: art director, maybe fashion lookbooks or something Piercings i want: nose ring i guess Relationship status: single Favorite movie: uhhhhhhh i don’t watch movies that much actually A fact about my life: i want to start youtube but i’m scared cause i don’t want people to like find me? Phobia: heights i guess Middle name: Dawn Height: 5′4″ Are you a virgin? nope What’s your shoe size? 8 US size

What’s your sexual orientation? asexual my dude. sometimes i’m demisexual because i love to please people and i’m hella empath so Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? stopped smoking in hs, drink sometimes but only fruity drinks, and drugs are bad mmk i’m already always hallucinating Someone you miss: my first ex honestly What’s one thing you regret? oh boy all of high school, like how i handled things First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: uhhh i’m bad with names but there are some who are aesthetically attractive Favorite ice cream? blue moon or oreo One insecurity: babe i got PTSD in social situations so you know i’m insecure about that What my last text message says: stuff about school  Have you ever taken a picture naked? i used to be a cam model so yes Have you ever painted your room? when we moved to my new house i had my room painted dark purple. lighting sucks cause it holds in shadows but whatever Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? yes i’ve had a gf before Have you ever slept naked? yeah and i hate it Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? who hasn’t Have you ever had a crush? yes Have you ever been dumped? yes Have you ever stole money from a friend? i think i have yeah Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? yes Have you ever been in a fist fight? no i stay away from people Have you ever snuck out of your house? i did when i was like 7 Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? i’m pretty sure it’s like that now Have you ever been arrested? no Have you ever made out with a stranger? naw Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? yes...? Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? not really, like i text them usually if i have to leave right there and then, i mean i live at home so Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? when i was 7 Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? of course man Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? no Have you ever seen someone die? kinda Have you ever been on a plane? nope Have you ever kissed a picture? yes Have you ever slept in until 3? usually when sick Have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now? yeah cause i’m a dumb bitch Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? yeah Have you ever made a snow angel? yes Have you ever played dress up? yea bitch Have you ever cheated while playing a game? uh huh Have you ever been lonely? yes Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? for like a few seconds, i mean i don’t really trust falling straight up asleep in public with people around Have you ever been to a club? no Have you ever felt an earthquake? no Have you ever touched a snake? yes, i think 3 or 4 in my life Have you ever ran a red light? i don’t drive bitch Have you ever been suspended from school? naw i’m a good b Have you ever had detention? naw Have you ever been in a car accident? i got hit while crossing the street and now i will never drive. Have you ever hated the way you look? everyone does at some point Have you ever witnessed a crime? i took part in crimes too Have you ever pole danced? no and i still want to Have you ever been lost? ya bitch Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? i’ve been to colorado Have you ever felt like dying? yes Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? ye Have you ever sang karaoke? idk sometime in the past i did Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? all the time Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? ye Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? my last boyfriend was 28 and we started dating when i was 20 Have you ever kissed in the rain? yes Have you ever sang in the shower? yes Have you ever made out in a park? all the time i did in hs cause that’s the only place we went Have you ever dream that you married someone? yes Have you ever glued your hand to something? no Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? no Have you ever gone to school partially naked? in hs they let me wear just shorts, a bralette, and like a flannel so

Have you ever been a cheerleader? naw Have you ever sat on a roof top? nope Have you ever brushed your teeth? what kind of question is this of course i have Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone? of course..? Have you ever played chicken? ye in like elementary school Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? nope

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? uh yeah i was a cam girl Have you ever broken a bone? nope Have you ever been easily amused? yes all the time at work just watching people use self checkout and just not pay attention. like it’s such a power move when you walk up and press the big ass PAY button on some dude bro Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? yeah Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? does flashing on snapchat count? Have you ever cheated on a test? you know it Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? i can’t remember shit Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? bitch i got dissociate stuff going on so no one seems real Give us one thing about you that no one knows. i put my life online, i think people can know anything about me

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65 Questions You’ve Probably Never Been Asked… 

          aka ‘mel gets bored and does an early 2010s style facebook survey’ 

First thing you wash in the shower? my chest/torso probably.

What color is your favorite hoodie? need more hoodies lol, i hate all of my current ones so i just perpetually wear t-shirts/tank tops/etc

Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? probably not. but i’d be a fool to rule out anything at all.

Do you plan outfits? lately i try to but it doesn’t really. work.

How are you feeling RIGHT now? mm bored but really nervous about actually posting this for people to see. i’ll probably look vain or something but i’m honestly just bored and feeling a little chatty and like talking about myself.

What’s the closest thing to you that’s red? just before you reach the red strawberry pin on the floor next to my bed there’s an arc and a question mark scrawled on a piece of paper in red ink.

Tell me about the last dream you remember having? um i’m really bad memory. i just remember it was something involving people from my real life, all in a situation that presented itself as vaguely realistic.

Did you meet anybody new today? do customers count? if not, then no.

What are you craving right now? well. nothing, until i was asked. now i’m craving physical affection and oh lord something else.

Do you floss? think of how often you go to a restaurant named luby’s or jim’s. now think about how often you go to mcdonald’s, or order from pizza hut. how often i floss is how often i go to luby’s. i’ve never been to jim’s but i’m thinking about going.

What comes to mind when I say cabbage? garbage pail kids

Are you emotional? very much. barely at all some moments. it’s the depression.

Have you ever counted to 1,000? no haha

Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? i bit it once just to see how fools are living like. if you don’t go down on that cone like a cock every single time from start to finish then what are you doing with your life?

Do you like your hair? it’s alright but i’m trying to like it more. i often feel like cutting it all off so i’m trying to stop that. but i’m also not. who knows, maybe i’ll cut it all off tomorrow. who knows.

Do you like yourself? probably not. but. i still feel myself sometimes, in some ways. like now. like tonight. i will not go into more detail, no, no way.

Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? um lol HA. that actually made me really uncomfortable to think about asdjkngnjkdf lol

What are you listening to right now? myself typing, clicking, and tapping. also a/c units running outside and people messing with the trunks of their cars, probably. opp, some guy just randomly sang something.

Are your parents strict? my mother wanted to be, but in the end she was just very... overbearing. i think ‘opinionated’ is the word if we’re not using loaded language. my dad didn’t live with us but whenever me and my brother saw him he always tried to compensate and be the ‘cool guy’ and buy us stuff and take us places but i think deep down he wanted to beat our tails. now he’s just kind of there. lol

Would you go sky diving? lord help me. i have to, don’t i?

Do you like cottage cheese? yeah it’s cool and it goes with EVERYTHING. though i probably won’t be eating it so much since i’m restricting the dairy and gluten in my diet to... near-nonexistent levels.

Have you ever met a celebrity? local radio personality. i was like 12. my mom and him talked like real people and i just kind of stood there in awe. we listened to him almost every day. he will never not be a celebrity to me.

Do you rent movies often? redbox is cool but i’ve kind of been shying away from it lately. it just seems like a waste of money when things like the internet exist. redbox is more of an impulse thing at this point, like i’ll see it walking out of walmart or h-e-b or whatever and i’ll see something i haven’t watched yet and i’ll just. ooh hmm okay checkout checkout checkout where’s my card.

Is there anything sparkly in the room you’re in? yeah um i don’t even have to look it’s probably that bottle of victoria’s secret glitter lotion i have on the floor. now THAT was an impulse buy.

How many countries have you visited? only 1. venezuela. i guess technically panama doesn’t count since it was just the layover coming back from venezuela? i would probably normally count it but i had contracted some kind of weird traveler’s sickness by that point and i was barely even... ‘there,’ if you know what i mean. i slept, ate, and sicked.

Have you made a prank phone call? i participated in one but? i mostly find it funny to hear other people do them.

Ever been on a train? yup. lol.

Brown or white eggs? um brown are probably better for you but who cares?

Do you have a cell phone? mm

Do you use chap stick? sometimes. it makes me feel cool and good. i love the fruity flavors and how soft they have your lips feeling.

Do you own a gun? naw. not even a water gun, son.

Can you use chop sticks? in a symbolic sense

Who are you going to be with tonight? probably some online prostitute. ...i would say if i had money.

Are you too forgiving? well not anymore. i’d say i’m about average. i’m still pretty forgiving though, in the sense that i don’t really hold grudges.

Ever been in love? ugh yeah f moving on

What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow? what best friend(s)

Ever have cream puffs? yum. them boys go *softcrunch* then *pooof*

Last time you cried? lol it just kind of happens and then i mostly forget about it. it wasn’t really... recently, though. probably a week or two ago.

What was the last question you asked? what best friend(s)

Favorite time of the year? winter. summer. tax season. who cares.

Do you have any tattoos? mm. yeah.

Are you sarcastic? i’m less ‘edgy sarcastic’ these days and more ‘please shut up.’ i guess i make really offbeat jokes sometimes that can be considered sarcasm with actual sarcasm bleeding through occasionally?

Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? if i have, i can’t remember the plot. probably not. any good? wait, you’re a survey, you can’t answer. uhh, i think it’ll be good.

Ever walked into a wall? probably. probably more than once.

Favorite color? i like purple. any shade of it really. i also like a lot of other colors quit putting me in a box lol

Have you ever slapped someone? in a high school play in 11th grade. i... still get sad thinking about that play, even though the memory of the Big Slap is a lighthearted one. the guy i had to slap was a real cutie about it, even though i had to slap him really hard and many times in rehearsal to make it believable.

Is your hair curly? yeah. always. eternally.

What was the last CD you bought? um. the disney dream duet cd? the gurren lagann radio cd? kidz bop 34? i honestly can’t remember. probably kidz bop 34 though since i pretty much listed those in order lol.

Do looks matter? if i don’t know you yet. but we can change that. quickly. trust me.

Could you ever forgive a cheater? only because i’d want to be forgiven. but i guess if i’m being honest, i’d have to have my idiot cap on that day to forgive someone who cheated on me, even if they apologized and cried/swore they’d never do it again, that it was a mistake, etc etc. wow i’m a real mean one. but i guess at the end of the day whether or not i forgive them just comes down to whether or not i believe their apology/repentance speech.

Is your phone bill sky high? *yui hirasawa voice* SKY HIGH!

Do you like your life right now? oo lol

Do you sleep with the TV on? no, not really. unless i fall asleep. but i don’t do it on purpose like a lot of people do.

Can you handle the truth? CAN YOU SMELLLLL, WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN’?! me neither, but he’s still cookin’ it. and pretty soon, that meal’s gonna be served.

Do you have good vision? oh no. no sweetie.

Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? no. i don’t like doing that.

How often do you talk on the phone? whenever i have to. never really for non-business things except to check in with my sister. as far as skype/discord stuff goes, not often. i’m pretty much a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants person when it comes to dusting off that old mic and chatting with someone with voiceboxes.

The last person you held hands with? am i supposed to name them or like...? *awkwardly skirts the question*

What are you wearing? undah wear.

What is your favorite animal? cats probably. marine animals are pretty cool, too. i LOVE manatees. pretty much all animals are lovely and gifts to the world.

Where was your profile picture taken at? i had just finished battling some beastmen and they ran off into the sunset screaming something i couldn’t really make out and i was feeling really awesome.

Can you hula hoop? i’ve never really done it successfully, no. i think you either have to be in shape, or have rhythm. i’m not in the greatest shape right now, and i don’t have rhythm.

Do you have a job? yea

What was the most recent thing you bought? a garden salad with fajita chicken at chacho’s. mmmmmmmm. oh and whatever my sister ate. hot wings and freakin french fries

Have you ever crawled through a window? maybe lol. rip this survey