#the /j was to my friend who asked if tumblr made a kissing noise at me

[louisdelac]

Hi it's that anon from before. Sorry for still not following you, but congrats on the catfish 😭😭

anon i'm thinking so hard about this. what catfish. what does this mean. was i catfished? tell me honestly i can take it. i'm not talkign with anyone currently, who's betrayed me. or did i catfish someone. what's happening.

[nic-214]

Jimercury: Model (2)

Art Credit: Darlingfreddie (Tumblr)

Tw: Domestic Violence

Jim storms into his manger's office a scared Freddie follows after him, "What is this?!" he slams a magazine down onto the table.

In bold letters the magazine title read: "Famous Model Caught With Illegal Immigrant??!!" and a picture of Jim pressed against his car with Freddie bitting on his neck in the parking lot, Jim's head tossed back in a silent moan both seem to be enjoying themselves.

"Look," his manger says softly flipping through the magazine, "We'll talk to Paramour Weekly and have the magazine recall if you're not comfortable with this."

Jim grits his teeth, "I want to clear some shit up first. Call Steven and set me up to be interviewed by Creative Gazette, alright. I'm doing a quick photoshoot for today then the interview.''

Jim storms out and Freddie follows. Diva Taylor gives them a smile and prissy wave, " You!" Jim roars grabbing Roger by his collar, "You took those damn pictures!! You made me seem like some whore!!"

Roger laughs, "You can't touch me lard ass. I'll have you fired and get you blacklisted from ever agency in the country."

"So you did do it." Freddie says, " Why? Are you still pissed that I wouldn't let you use me like your bitch? Are you pissed that Brian finds me more attractive than you? Are you pissed that Brian tried to sleep with me?"

Roger lets out a snarl and shoves Jim away. The blond stomps over and jabs a finger into Fred's bony chest, "I'm getting you fired and making sure you'll never work again."

Brian who was standing there silently there the entire time grabs Roger by his hair hard, "I fucking hate you." Brian says anger dripping from his words, "I'm only here for our baby.''

Roger jerks around and slaps Brian hard across his face, ''You don't talk to me like that. I'll tell the police you beat me and rape me, and you'll never get to see your baby."

Brian's face pales and he lowers his hand, the handprint on his face still a angry pink.

"Should we-" Jim shushed Freddie and hurries into his private room.

The Irishman dials 999 quickly and reports Roger in to the police. He locks the door afterward and prays silently, Freddie prays as well.

"D-Do we do the photoshoot still?"

"You want a paycheck right?" Jim asks.

Freddie nods and gets things ready for Jim. After what seemed like the 80th picture a commotion was heard from outside. Jim slides a shirt back on and the two step out of the room, Freddie's camera was still in his hands out of his bag.

"You can't arrest me!! Do you know who I am?! My daddy will ruin you!!" Roger yells fighting against the officers.

Freddie started recording shakily.

"Sir we need you to calm down. We just want to talk." a younger officer says.

Roger tries to spit on him only to get kneed in the back roughly. Which made Roger cry out about the baby.

The entire hallway was crowded with people as Roger was getting arrested. Brian stood numbly watching his husband fight the officers, the thirty-two year old looks down at his hand and removes his ring.

"This is our faults isn't it?" Freddie asks softly as the crowd starts to file down the halls. Jim only nods and tries to push past the throng of people taking Fred's hand as they pushed through.

"Brian," Freddie says softly as they stop.

Brian looks up then down at them he looks to of been crying, "T-Thank you." was all he said before he starts to sob.

Jim tosses his arm over Brian's shoulder, "Lets get you some water. Maybe something to snack on."

Brian sniffles and trembles a little as they leave the building. Jim squeezes Fred's hand seeing both Creative Gazette and Paramour Weekly camera men outside the building filming and snapping pictures.

"Mr. Taylor! Mr. Taylor!" a reporter yells trying to shove a microphone into his face, "Is it true Roger was abusive?!"

Brian held his hand up and tries to cover the camera up, "N-No comment." he sounded broken the handprint was still faintly visible on his cheek.

Jim rushed him to his car and they quickly leave the scene. They got stuck in traffic on the way to a restaurant. Jim drums his fingers against the wheel, Brian hiccups and rubs his face.

"Is it bad that I forgive him?" Brian asks.

Freddie makes a small noise and looks to Jim, "His father abused him.... He couldn't break the cycle..... He took it out on me... I know I'll get to keep our baby... So I'll break the cycle for our child."

Jim grips the wheel and shifts in his seat, "Roger is quite the scandal... He's cheated on you-"

"5 times with women and 3 times with men." Brian says anger now spilling out.

"What if the baby isn't yours?" Freddie asks.

Brian sits up properly banging his head off the car roof. He rubs his head, "I'll raise the child as my own and give them a nurturing home. You can have a child but it takes something special to be a dad."

The car was filled with an awkward silence now as they cruise past traffic. The three of them got to a cheap restaurant to eat for lunch. Brian munched down on salad and a tofu burger, he looked so tired.

"I wasn't just Roger's husband..." Brian says out of the blue, "I was his modeling agent and I did camera work on the side with other models that made him jealous."

Freddie pats his hand, "I'm so sorry.''

Brian looks at Freddie then to his salad, "I want you to be my new model."

Jim and Freddie both gasp, "B-But aren't I too dark?"

Brian raises a brow, "You look perfect. Tiny too... Most agencies like that for some reason." Brian waves his fork.

"We can take some practice pictures at my studio." Jim offers wanting to support his boyfriend.

Freddie stammers and covers his mouth blushing, "I-I-I.. Im.. Oh thank you both!" he hugs them both.

They finished up lunch and head to Jim's studio. Freddie was practically bouncing now, "Do I still look pretty with my short hair?"

They were walking up the stairs now, Jim kisses him, "You're so beautiful no matter what... But short hair does look good on you."

Brian chuckles and sets up the lighting and camera, "Alright give me a ballet dancer's pose. I want to see something."

Freddie stretches and wiggles a little. He takes a deep breath and poses.

(Picture)

"Perfect.'' Brian says snapping pictures. He grins showing Jim his favourite.

"You're a better model than me." Jim chuckles, "Practically all natural model."

Freddie felt his blush grow darker and he covers his teeth, "Thank you, darlings."

As the two were chattering about getting Freddie a contract, Brian's phone goes off and his answers it. He sighs and talks about Roger and the baby before hanging up, "Well.. Guess who's going to court?"

........

It was a long lengthy trial that Roger tried to drag on but thanks to Jim's connections and wealth Brian was able to carry on the trial. Roger was found guilty of domestic assault, fraud, drug possession, and identity theft. He loses all rights to his child once it's born and it'll be placed with its father, Brian. But he'll only serve 35 years though.

Brian nearly cried his abuser was out of his life and he got to raise the baby. He thanked Jim over and over again for his help, "Don't thank me. Just make me and Fred the godfathers to Brian Jr."

Brian giggles and picks up the fat man hugging him tightly, "I owe you my life!"

Jim chuckles, "I just want to see my baby become a star. That's all I want from you besides the godfathers part."

Brian nods undoing his hair from his man-bun he lets the long licks trickle down him, "I can't wait to change diapers, squish their wittle cheeks, teach them about space!" Brian babbles as they leave the courthouse.

"Do you have a nursery ready?" Freddie asks.

Brian pales, "Fuck!" he bolts down the stairs, "I've only got the walls painted and a tiny square crib ready!" Brian panics running his hands through his curls.

"Jim?" Freddie looks over to him.

Jim was already on the phone talking to people, "I'm on it. My godchild will have the fanciest nursery."

Brian gives him a look, "Just a normal nursery, I'm already in debt to you."

Jim laughs, "Mr. May no you are not. I'm just being your friend."

......

(Nursery)

Jim and Brian had the nursery all set for the baby which they found out to be a girl. They were ready to go when the caseworker called Brian to the hospital for the labor. Freddie grabbed the clothing bag for the baby and they took off. Jim and Freddie sat in the waiting room they were going to be supportive.

Brian was watching his daughter be born while three officers stood guard even though Roger was handcuffed to the bed railing. Some part of Brian wanted to comfort him, to let him know the pain was almost over. Was he being too nice? Yes, but that was in his nature. He walked over and held Roger's hand telling him words of comfort. Soon Brian heard, "Would the father like to cut the cord?''

Brian did so, he held the baby first Roger wasn't allowed and hearing his cries hurt but the bitch had it coming. After a day in hospital and much bickering on a name Brian had come up with one, "Jimena (hay-MAY-nah) Frederica May." Brian announces.

"Spell her first name please?" Jim asks.

"J-i-m-e-n-a." Brian spells.

Jim blushes and grins, "You really did it? You named her after us?"

"You two have been my truest friends. I think she needs the names of the two strongest people I know."

Jim could feel himself tear up. He and Freddie hug Brian and hold his little girl.

"You know she's a brunet right?" Jim says playing with her fuzz.

"Green eyes too." Freddie comments.

"Kinda looks grey.." Brian adds he paused, "I know she may not be mine. But I'll love her no matter what."

"She was born with addictive issues.. Roger did drugs with her in the womb." Brian tells them, "But I love her so much. I'm willing to help her."

After discussing with Brian about getting help and babysitting, Jim and Fred left. One the drive back to Jim's Freddie looks over at him, "Is it bad that I want a baby?"

Jim nearly swerves, "Really?" he grins, "Freddie-"

"But I'm scared to carry."

Jim pauses now pulling into their driveway, "I'll carry our baby then."

Freddie kisses him gingerly, "But we're waiting right? Until we're a little older and more on our feet right?"

Jim nods and nuzzles him, " When we're 29 and 27?"

Freddie nods that seemed like a long time away, "I love you."

"I love you too."

They kiss again and Freddie couldn't be more in love with his Irishman.

[under-the-blue-sun]

come through (‘cause I just want to be with you) - chapter two

story summary: Dan is half-angel half-demon whose parents sent him to earth to try and live a normal life when he turned 18. In doing this, he lost any power he had, if proven he could live among them normally. The only rule? He couldn’t fall in love with a mortal. Fast forward 5 years later, just before his 23rd birthday, when things go downhill once he meets a barista in a coffee shop who he befriends and falls for.

story word count: 2759

rating: teen & up audiences

warnings: profanity

song of the chapter:  black sun - death cab for cutie

note: i know this is late but in my defense i'm gay and i can't count. i hope you enjoy this chapter!! also on another note isn’t the new tumblr font just terrible

link to ao3 | link to first chapter on tumblr

Chapter Two: how could something so fair (be so cruel)

Beep. Beep. Beep.

 Dan groaned, slamming the button on his alarm to stop the blaring noise. His bleary eyes squinted at the clock.

 “11. That’s okay,” he muttered, hiding under his blankets to stop the persistent pain in his stomach, as if his body was reminding him he should be somewhere.

 He suddenly rose from the covers.

 “10. Lecture. Fuck.”

 He leapt up, clearing his blurry thoughts from his mind, and ran to the bathroom, shoving a bottle of Listerine down his throat. Choking with disgust, he grabbed the first clothes on the floor to throw on, and sprinted out the door, black Muse tote bag stumbling out of his careless hands. Barely catching his breath, he staggered into the lecture room one hour and forty-five minutes late, seemingly unnoticed. He slipped into the back seat, laying out his notebook, pencil case and laptop.

 “Rough morning, huh?” Chris whispered.

 “It was actually a very good morning, until I woke up and realised I was one hour late for the lecture,” Dan whispered back.

 Chris sniggered. “I’ll bet.”

 Chris was one of the very few humans who Dan could talk to without seeming like a fool, mostly because Chris was very rather odd himself. Most people in his philosophy class were aesthetic, intelligent and very pretentious, but Chris made sure he was never two of those things at once. He was the person who introduced him to most of the human things he likes now, and has unknowingly helped Dan slip into human society very well.

 Dan glanced at Chris’ notes. “Anything important?”

 “It’s a philosophy class. Nothing is important, Dan,” Chris said. “I’ll give you the notes after, asshole.”

 “Rude. Exam’s on Monday, right?” Dan said.

 “Yeah, and the hand-in essay’s due before 12pm Wednesday.”

 Dan sighed. “Well, fuck. I better listen.”

 Chris wriggled closer to Dan, assuming his tea-spilling posture. “Have you-”

 “Shut up!” Dan hissed. 

 Chris rolled his eyes, slouching back into the chair, and resumed his note-taking for the last fifteen minutes of class before they were dismissed. 

 “Oh, hurry up. I have something to show you,” Chris said.

 “I haven’t had my morning coffee yet, please cut me some slack.” Dan yawned, slowly placing his items in his tote bag.

 “That’s what I was going to show you,” Chris replied. “Hurry up!”

 Dan finally finished putting his stationery away, and shoved his pencil in his pocket approximately five minutes later, after around one hundred carefully-crafted insults from Chris. “I’m done, what do you want to show me?”

 “I have found the best coffee shop in the entirety of London,” Chris announced, heading out of the lecture room. Dan raised his eyebrows.

 “I highly doubt that,” Dan said.

 “Okay, maybe it’s not the best. But the baristas?” Chris blew a kiss into the air.

 Dan shook his head, disappointed. “Chris, what did I say about objectifying people?”

 “Please, come. It’s called ‘Never Gonna Give Brew Up’,” Chris said, looking at Dan expectantly. Dan stared back, expressionless.

 “You know, like Never Gonna Give You Up?” Chris hinted.

 “Yes, I understand the joke. You keep sending me links to the music video.”

 Chris laughed. “Wait, you actually click on them?”

 Dan scoffed. “Of course not. I memorized the several URLs you’ve sent so I recognise it straight away. I also tend to distrust every link you send.”

 “As you should. Anyway, I am begging you to come. There’s one especially cute boy who I know works today, and I also know he’s very single. His name is Jack, and he is absolutely adorable.”

 Dan continued walking, making no response. 

 “Dan. You’re single, sad, very gay and very lonely. Just ask him out, go on a date, see how it is,” Chris begged.

 Dan snorted. “Like your love life is perfect.”

 “Hey, I may not have a long-term partner, but at least I’m going on dates and meeting up with people. In all the four years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you go on a single date unprompted.”

 Dan shrugged. “Haven’t found the right guy.”

 “Come on. Just come to the coffee shop, at least,” Chris pleaded.

 “Fine,” Dan said, deciding to humour Chris. “I’ll meet the barista.”

 ---

 Jack the barista was, in fact, very hot, just like Chris stated. They were definitely not the first people to notice that. There was a whole clump of people in the cafe hovering around him, eager for him to give them a chance, or a glance. It was ridiculous.

 “This is ridiculous,” Dan muttered, turning to leave. “I’m going to get out of here.”

 Chris grabbed his arm. “I’m not letting you leave, Howell.”

 Dan groaned as Chris pushed him back in the line and started ordering the food.

 “I didn’t come here to ogle at the resident hoe,” Dan whispered violently in his ear. “I am leaving.”

 “What did you just call me?”

 Dan froze, and looked to the unfamiliar voice that came from in front of him. 

 “Resident hoe. Don’t take it personally. I’m sure you’re a lovely person, I’m just lashing out and name-calling because my friend here is trying to set me up with you. I apologise.”

 Jack smirked in amusement. “At least let the resident hoe get you some coffee. You look like you haven’t slept in years.”

 “Probably because I haven’t,” Dan admitted. “And not in a sexy way.”

 Jack snorted, and handed Dan a drink. “I think this coffee has the most caffeine which you can possibly stuff in a drink.” 

 “Sorry for calling you the resident hoe,” Dan said, turning to go.

“Well, if you want to make a full apology, I’ll be here tonight as well,” Jack said. “Opening hours till midnight.”

 Dan grinned. “I’ll think about it.”

 ---

 “I cannot believe you won him over by calling him a resident hoe,” Chris said, as they were leaving the cafe.

 “What were you picturing?” Dan asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

 Chris shrugged. “I don’t know. Not that. But hey, it worked! And you have another chance to actually talk to him tonight. You are going back there tonight, right?”

 Dan clicked his tongue. “I’m thinking about it.”

 “You better go,” Chris warned. “He literally invited you back to the cafe. You’re not gonna get that chance again.”

 Dan glanced at his watch. “Well, I have approximately twelve whole hours to think about whether I should go back to the cafe to call Jack names, so that’s plenty of time to think. That’s philosophy, right? Thinking about stuff.”

 Chris sighed. “Yeah. You should probably head to the library to revise right now.”

 ---

 Dan looked up helplessly at his blank word document. He had been in the library for three whole hours, yet he had written absolutely nothing. He stared at the blinding white of his screen, mind completely empty. Frankly, he was incredibly amazed at his brain for managing to not have a single thought yet also have too many thoughts. Slowly and helplessly, he began to type random things that came to his brain.

 Are immortal people allowed to fall in love with human beings?

 Dan paused, then pressed the enter button.

 No.

 why?

 because theyll probably find out?? that you’re a demon angel fuckin thing whatever also theyll die before u and thats like sad idk yeah

 Dan sighed. A+ essay right there. 

 The thing is, he kind of really wanted to go on that date with Jack. He seemed like a nice guy. It would be kind of fun. Besides, it would really shut Chris up and he wouldn’t pester him for a few months. 

 It wasn’t like he was going to marry Jack, after all. Like, he was pretty much the resident hoe. 

 Dan sighed deeply. 

 But if an immortal person went to a cafe with the possibility of going out with someone who was not going to be a potential future partner, would that be wrong?

 After a long pause, Dan began to type again.

 No.

 And with that, he gave up on his essay, packed up his bags and left the library.

 ---

 Surprisingly, Never Gonna Give Brew Up was still open, and very brightly lit. Dan didn’t really know why he was surprised. He was told that it closed at midnight, after all. But still, he didn’t normally associate open cafes with dark evenings. He swung the door open and stepped inside with a wide grin.

 “Hey J-” Dan paused. “You’re not Jack.”

 The barista at the counter looked up from his screen with a smirk. “Astute observation.”

 Dan stepped carefully in the cafe, closing the door behind him to make sure it didn’t slam. The barista was watching him carefully, smirk still planted on his irritatingly handsome face. Dan was seriously beginning to think the only qualification for applying to this cafe was to be good-looking.

 “Well. This is awkward,” Dan said.

 The barista shrugged. “For you, maybe. For me, this is rather entertaining. Tell me, what service were you wanting from Jack? I’m guessing it’s not coffee.”

 Dan snorted. “Well, it’s a long story.”

 “Is it?” the barista said, raising an eyebrow.

 Dan thought over it. “Not really. I called him the resident hoe and I came here to apologise slash ask him out. That’s pretty much it.”

 “I’m sorry for cockblocking you. I’ll give you free coffee to make up for it,” the barista offered.

 “Thanks, I could use that actually. I have an exam I haven’t studied for and a hand-in essay I haven’t begun coming up in the next few days, so I’m guessing I’m not going to be getting a lot of sleep for a while.” Dan said.

 “You already look like you haven’t gotten a lot of sleep in a while,” the barista pointed out.

 Dan chuckled joylessly. “Thanks, everyone says that to me when I meet them.”

 “I mean, I also haven’t been getting a lot of sleep. And no offense to your Jack, but it’s kind of because of him.” 

 “Oh yeah? Give me the tea,” Dan said. Then he frowned. “Or the coffee. I don’t know whether you do make tea here.”

 “I’ll give you the tea and the coffee,” the barista joked, grabbing a cup to start making Dan’s drink. “It’s not really that interesting tea, though. I just have to keep on doing Jack’s shifts because he always says he’s busy last minute. He’s such an asshole. Probably did you a favour with the cockblock, mate.”

 “Damn. Thanks for that, I guess,” Dan said, and the barista laughed, giving Dan an odd warm fuzzy feeling inside. Before he could fully process what that was, the barista handed him the drink.

 “Here,” he said, and Dan took a sip, pleasantly surprised.

 “I have to say, this is a lot better than the one Jack gave me,” Dan commented.

 “Of course it is. Jack’s shit at making coffee,” the barista said.

 Dan laughed. “Yeah, it was kind of nasty.”

 “You should probably get to that essay soon, though,” the barista said, and Dan suddenly realised he may have overstayed his welcome. He cleared his throat.

 “Yeah, probably should. Thanks for the free coffee,” Dan said.

 The barista smiled. “Yeah, it was no problem.”

 “I didn’t catch your name, by the way.” 

 “Phil. And you are?”

 “Dan.”

 “Dan,” Phil said, like he was trying the name out for the first time. “Nice to meet you, Dan.”

 “Nice to meet you too, Phil,” Dan said, and left happier than he’d felt in weeks.

[maxdoesbb]

Big Brother Tumblr Tag Game

So I was tagged by @vanessacries to take part in their Big Brother Tumblr Tag Game and here are my answers

Rules:

If you are tagged copy and paste the rules and all questions

Answer the questions

Tag 3-5 people to also complete the questions

Tagged by @vanessacries (legend)

About Me

1. Name or nickname? - My name is Max, but ya’ll already knew that

2. Age/Age Group? - 18, but there is an episode on my 19th birthday!

3. Zodiac Sign - Libra

4. Favorite Color? - Some days it’s orange, some days it’s purple

5. Favorite Animal? - I love love love LOVE Red Pandas...google them they’re so cute

6.  First Season of BB you remember watching? - In terms of BBUS, season 16. In terms of Big Brother as the franchise, BBUK Season 7

7. Would you ever want to go on BB, if so, what type of player would you be? - I Would love to, I would try and have like a Jun Song Floater game, but new school bb hates that so...i’d be out week one

8.  Are there other CBS shows you’d want to go on, and if so, why? - I would love to do the amazing race, but i’m from the UK so they won’t let me shshhs

9.  What other Reality shows do you watch? -  I watched The Only Way Is Essex up until 2017, I could also rewatch ANY season of Geordie Shore or BBUK

10.  All time favorite houseguest? - This is a hard one, Idk if it counts, but Nikki Grahame was on BBCAN and any house she’s in turns the season up to 11 for me, If I don’t count and has to be from BBUS, Vanessa from bb17

About the Show

1. What is your all time Favorite twist? - The Twin Twist, if the twins don’t tell anyone (which is sadly always going to happen) it feels so tense like sumn about two people having to act like one person is just iconic to me!

2. What is a twist that you like, but kind of flopped? - The MVP twist, In my eyes this flopped like the season, I think if they made it so you could only be the MVP once then it would have worked better in season 15, but they also could have flipped it so that the evictee picks who goes up, that would have been iconic watching everyone asking who put up the 3rd nominee, but it was actually the person they sent out the door the week before

3. If you were the new Grodner and had to remake the show, what would you keep the same? - The art team, I don’t think they get enough credit, Sure sometimes it’s a bit meh, but the den of temptation was just *chef’s kiss*

4. What would you change? Casting, that is all i have to say about that.

5. What’s your all time favorite comp? Generic answer, but OTEV is actually so iconic to me, the strategies, the fights, It also gave me one of my favourite Janelle moments ever

6. What’s your all time favorite competition? - idk if i’m being a clown, but this is basically the same as question 5 sksksk

7. All time favorite punishment? - To me all the punishments are kinda dull, like i feel like the producers do it more for comedy on the shows to shy away from the actual problematic stuff that happens every season.

8. If you could bring any houseguest back to be in the house (not to play the game) who would it be and why? - So they just like sit around and observe from inside? If I’m allowed, I’d say miss tea queen Angela Clancy from BBAU12 cause she is some good TV.

9. If you could bring any houseguest back to play, who would it be? - Jackie Ibarra, Hands down!

10.  What is your most memorable episode? - BBCAN5, Week 5′s Eviction episode a.k.a THAT double eviction!

11. If you could have any reality star from any other show on BB who would it be? She’s been on the UK version already, but Gemma Collins!!!!!

12. What’s your favorite BB series outside of normal BBUS (normal BBUS does not include CBBUS or BBOTT)  - BBUK cause I grew up with it (and thought it was the only version until bbus16 started)

13. Favorite Julie Chen sign off? - I prefer Arisa Cox’s “Someone is always watching” so Julie doesn’t speak in my mind sjsjsjsj

14. Is there anything from old BB that you would bring back, why or why not, and if yes, what would it be? - Casting, cause a lot of older seasons had a mixture of old and young players and they don’t have jobs like “Social Media influencer” or “Podcast maker” or “Jewellery Maker” they have jobs that they can apply to big brother and don’t have to worry about their social media reputation!

15. If you were in the BB house and you won HoH what album would be in your HoH basket and who would you want to receive a letter from? - I’m torn between LM5, Future Nostalgia, and Sweetner, In terms of letter, I’d say my best friend, I’ve known her for almost 10 years and we’ve spoken literally everyday since we met so uhhh sorry to my mother sksksks

16. Favorite Alliance - Danielle and Jason from bb3, that is what an Alliance should be, not the 10 mayo alliances they make in new big brother

17. Funniest BB moment  - (it’s not bbus, but it’s the only valid answer!)

18. Favorite first boot?  - JODI ROLLINS DESERVED BETTER!

19. Least favorite houseguest? - Frankie cause him being related to Ariana is the reason i watch this shit show...

This or That

1. Old School BB or New School BB

2. Julia or Liz Nolan

3. Vaness Rousso or Jun Song?

4. Cody Calafiore or Cody Nickson?  (Nickson was the face my sleep paralysis demon during bb19)

5. Swaggy or Bayleigh (I’ve seen more of Bayleigh then I have Swaggy)

6. Janelle or Kaysar? (Only because of her views)

7. Orwell or the rubber duck?

8. Hacker twist or Pandora’s Box?

9. Nicole A or Nicole F? (Both are bad, F gets -100 points for not shutting up about her damn wedding!)

10. Dan or Will?

11. Bathroom with Bathroom sand (BB18) or The Fidget Spinner Wall (BB20)?

12. The Hive or The Spy Grils

13. PB&J or Slop?

14. Nerdy Guy archetype or Quirky Girl archetype?

15. The cursed liztin gif or the Maven (BB19) cum rag?

Tag Questions

1. First Season you blogged - Lurking since BB17, started posting a bit BB20, but didn’t start posting fully until BB21

2. Favorite season to blog - Like 2 of you were there but Big Brother Australia 12

3. Favorite Bloggers? the list is too LONG! so top 3 in no particular order @stanningbb @charlchen-moonves @bathroom-sand

4. Favorite tag cryptid (i.e. djmrod, the confession accounts, the bayler stan account, stella) - Stella (could you say lin is kind of a cryptid?)

5. Build an ideal alliance with people from the tag - The trio from hell of course! ( @charlchen-moonves, @stanningbb and I)

6. Favorite content creator (gifs, videos, posts). - So far this season i gotta say @charlchen-moonves and her bob edits!!!

7. Person in the tag that you like but are too nervous to talk to? Literally EVERYONE like something just tells me ya’ll secretly hate me ssjsjs

8. Have you played in any tag games (like bbdiscords, orgs, etc.,) if so what was your favorite experience? - I’ve been in a couple of bbsims, when my account was maxat3am i actually won my first bbsim, forgot who hosted it sksksk

9. Favorite gate? - Selfiegate cause ya’ll are so cute and I just love the positive energy we create!

10. What opinions do you have that you feel would be unpopular in the tag? - I don’t really know if it’s that unpopular but Meg Maley from bb17 deserved better like she won no HoHs no Vetos like, I was rooting of her during bb17!

11. Have you thirst followed anyone after a selfiesgate? - whY would i Ever diSclose that

12. Whose someone in the tag that has stopped blogging bb that you miss? - Is it bad i haven’t noticed anyone leave...

13. Favorite holiday people have called Christmas? - I saw someone call her Toyotathon and i was wheezing for about 10 minutes

14. If you could steal any url whose would it be? I don’t know, I like my URL, however I do like @kidnappedbyacrow​‘s url so uhh hand it over sjsjsj (jk love you really!)

15. Favorite tag meme? (i.e. Paul;s mistake, victim noises, claling chr*stmas anything but her name, etc.,) Paul’s mistake made me wanna join the tag so uhh yeah that!

Tag 3-5 people (or more or less)

I tag @stanningbb​ @charlchen-moonves​ @bathroom-sand​ @kidnappedbyacrow​ and @peterbrownismydaddy​

[espship18]

Kpop ship for guccigodv

Hello hello, helLO! After an unwanted break from ships six months wow I hate it I FINALLY have a ship for you guys! It feels good to be back at it again, and I have a ship for @guccigodv ! I’m excited let’s go!

Based off of your request, I learned this about you: 

You have tan skin, 5′7, with brown curly hair and brown eyes

R and B and hip hop are your favorite music genres

Some hobbies include: writing, dancing, fashion, working out, and travelling

Mom of the group 

You’re a meme lover

A hopeless romantic 

You can be emotional and protective 

Needs freedom and alone time 

Ideal type: affectionate, romantic, and like a best friend

And in your request, you have been asked to be shipped with BTS, NCT, and Stray Kids! I’ve had caffeine, let’s go!

BTS: J-Hope

Okay, SO, you two would be lovable cutie pies who love and laugh a lot. Together, you’re sunshiney happy babes, who can be hyper and wild, but also chilled out and you can vibe it out. Instagram baddies too omg, you two can SLAY the freaking game, man! I can just see you two doing fun and goofy dances to ‘chicken noodle soup’ and bouncing on the couches and the chairs- just don’t do it on the spiny chairs bc Hobi hurt himself on that last time, lol. Hobi would also be the best hype man, and the most lovable little bean you’re ever gonna find in your life. His mood range is very broad, so if you’re down and need a pick me up, Hobi is there for you, and if you wanna chill on the couch and read a book, he can put in his ear buds and work on his tracks and you two can have this warm and calming atmosphere. Hobi is also that boyfriend who will provide for you and he will get you anything you could ever need or want in your life. He never expects anything in your return either- he knows he has your life and your time as a payment/reward, and that drives him to go that extra mile and then some. You two would go on a lot of trips together, and you log your trips always so you can keep the memories. If you’re having a stressful couple of days or weeks, Hobi will invest and make you a spa day with the works. Hobi will scour the internet to find calming facials that he could do on you, which he would use one of the members as a test dummy so he won’t be a complete klutz when you’re supposed to be relaxing. This boy will even make home made bath bombs in your favorite colors and scents so you can take a load off. And if you need snuggles, Hobi will join you and you’ll have soft time together and giggle and just hold each other and maybe even fall asleep for a little bit. If it were to be date night, I don’t think Hobi would go above and beyond for date night- more like he will take a more calm and bonding time approach to date night. You two like to make funny meme’s of the boys when you’re on dates and you’ll send them out to the internet to consume. You two will also go through twitter and tumblr and find the best meme’s of the day- it’s more fun than people would think! PDA is two ways 1) attached at the hip or 2) he’ll watch over you. A L OT of hand holding, no matter what the feeling is, you two have a thing for holding hands. We got a forehead kisser too omg, there ain’t no way in hell that boy is that tall and you’re not getting a forehead kiss! So be prepared for a lot of them!

NCT: Winwin 

One of those ultimate friends to lovers story, omg. From what I’ve gathered so far, you two are easy souls and you can move with the wind and be happy together. You two can be very clingy to each other, but you also can have that alone time separated from each other- it’s healthy. I honestly think Sicheng would be the one to fall first- I like that idea a lot actually. Okay listen, when you two would meet, it wouldn’t take much for you two to develop crushes on each other bc you’re like cute af. You two would be friends for a long time, too scared to tell each other that you like each other, since I see a pattern that you two are quiet about your emotions normally, but when you have that catalyst that kicks the walls down, you become an open book. Since Sicheng is often stressed because of work and such, you’d be a really good source of relief and comfort to him, so I can see you two having a lot of deep conversations and pour your hearts out to one another, and THAT’S how you really fall for each other. You two also give me the vibe that you two love to have some healthy competition with each other. You give him challenges and drills to do whether it’s language skills or his dancing skills, you like to poke at him and tease him, which he’s a boy, he’ll take those challenges. At the end of the day, it’s all play and you just want Sicheng to shine, and he appreciates it more than you think he would. Okay L IS T E N, morning yoga- hear me out. As I mentioned in the intro to this ship, you two seem like easy going people, so it would SO FREAKING PERFECT if you two would get up early in the morning, have tea, and do yoga together. Sometimes if the caffeine in the tea kicks in you do the funny couples yoga poses, but you two always take time in the morning to reset and prepare yourselves for the day ahead. Dancing is also a big part of your relationship, we can’t forget that! You both experiment with different styles, you learn dances together, and I love the idea of you two combining your main type of dances together, so Sicheng’s traditional Chinese dance, and your hip-hop background. I’m very sure that you two can make some masterpieces together. Lastly, PDA. PDA is small and basic, there’s not a lot of pressure to feel like you have to be lovey dovey- you can just go with the flow. Sicheng would give the BEST bear hugs ever, he’s also a fan of forehead kisses, you also love to fiddle around with his hair when you get the chance as well! 

Stray Kids: Chan 

Okay so, this one may or not be my favorite one of the three, a match made in heaven! You two can cover all the nine yards of a relationship and I freaking love it!! First and foremost, I wanna say that you two would bond most over music. I honestly can’t remember if I’ve used this topic before, but if I did, ah well, but it’d be so cute if you two met at a little café. You both would be standing in line to wait for your coffee before you were gonna hang out and do some work at the café, and you’d have some artists pins on your bookbag, and Chan would notice that you two had similar tastes in music. He’d come up with a joke about a debate in one of the fandoms to you and it would catch your attention immediately. You’d have opposing views on the little debate(it’d be about a song or something), but you would find yourself getting your drinks together, sitting at a table to together, and talking about the music group plus more groups you’re interested in not long after that. Next thing you know, it’s been a few hours later and you two have talked about almost every range of music you can think of. It’s also really sweet because you two feel like you’ve known each other for a while, when you two would ask what your names were about three hours into talking to each other, it’s so SWEET OMG. After that day in the café, your relationship would just blossom so fast. I also like the idea of you two being workout buddies. You would help him get the motivation to be more consistent and take care of himself(which we al know that Chan needs it oml). You two would have that relationship like you just have the feeling that you two wanna be around each other constantly, and even when you’re not around each other, you find yourself always texting or sometimes facetiming. Then the stars align and you sort of just fall into a relationship. You two would have a lot of quirks- such as the way you two would get each others attentions. Instead of words, you would use sounds or motions. Example, sometimes you’ll just stare at Chan until he answers you, and then Chan will use animal noises, which get more weird as he tries to get your attention. A LOT of studio dates- it’s your little spot, it’s got a couch, you can get take out, it’s simple and effective and it works for y’alls vibes. Happy beans nonetheless! PDA is SO SWEET, I honestly think that Chan would be a clingy boyfriend. You both can be very snuggly, and don’t be shocked if Chan wants you to play with his hair- he’s soft like that, hehe. 

~STA

[sithlordintraining]

Sugar X

A/N: I’m thinking about coming back to Tumblr, but that’s only because I’ve had a better year than last year lmao. THIS CHAPTER IS FROM KYLO'S POV!!!!

Sugar Masterlist

Summary: You’re just a girl who wants to have fun(d$) and live life and not have to worry about the stupid galactic war. Even though you are a school teacher for the Resistance, it doesn’t hurt to be a little bad sometimes.

                                             “ The Good” - NSFW

I walked down the hall completely in thought. I was overthinking this situation too much, I’m Kylo Ren for Sith’s sake! I shouldn’t be so hung up over some girl. She’s not just some girl, she’s Y/N and she’s beautiful and smart and so caring and we’ve been with each other for a year, so why hasn’t she answered my letter when I told her I loved her? I mean, she did like me. It resulted in sending her a childish: do you like me? Yes or no. She thought it was cute and funny and circled yes, but I didn’t think she fully understood what I was asking. And she’s only responded to just a select few of the notes I was giving her, what was that about? Was she seeing someone else? I clenched my fist, not wanting to think about it. It’s been a few months since I’ve seen her last and I still hadn’t given Y/N back her datapad, but stars I missed her. It took everything in me to not reach out to her using the force. “Commander?” Phasma’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Captain.” I nodded. “Are you alright?” She asked. “Yes, yes, just waiting for my ship.” I coughed through the helmet. Her silver helmet tilted before an officer was calling her over. I let out a breath, Y/N was really making me crazy.

I jumped in my TIE and jumped in hyperspace leading a group to where a group of X-wings was engaged in taking down a destroyer. Everything was fine, it was good. We had either destroyed the ships or pushed them back further until I spotted two fighters locked on an X-wing. “That one is mine,” I told the other pilots and quickly hopped on the tail of the ship. No matter how much they tried to shake me, they couldn’t. I was just that good. I trailed them pushing them away from all the fighting, just before they could jump into hyperspace, I shot at the wing. Whirling around for a few, the pilot made an emergency landing on a nearby dwarf moon. I followed landed a few feet away, to see the pilot emerge from the half destroyed ship. I began to walk before the pilot ripped their helmet off and threw it at me. “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?! YOU COULD’VE KILLED ME!” Kat yelled. I dodged the helmet and chuckled. “No I couldn’t, you landed safely didn’t you?” I said. One thing I promised Y/N: never to hurt Kat and keep her safe. She rolled her eyes and mumbled: “I can’t stand you or your sugar baby.” Stepping forward I spoke, “How is she?” “What?” Kat asked. I bit my lip before asking one more time. “How is she?” “I don’t know, fine?” She shrugged. “You probably talk to her more than me.” I furrowed my brows. I knew that Kat and Y/N had an argument but I didn’t think they would still be at it. “I’ve written her letters but I don’t think she has gotten all of them,” I spoke honestly. “Look, I don’t know about that. She doesn’t really talk about you when we do actually talk.” Kat brushed off. In her mind, I could see her blaming me for this change in friendship. My lips tugged into a frown; I didn’t mean for it to be like this but I love her friend, I love Y/N. “I want to take her out and I need you to help drop her off,” I said. But soon a sound of a ship was breaking through the atmosphere. “Don’t say a word.” “Yeah, yeah,” Kat waved off, I turned to walk back to my ship. I turned to see none other than Poe Dameron assessing the damage of the ship, right before turning to look at the forest where I hid. It felt like he was looking right at me. I waited for them to leave before leaving.

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“The room isn’t ready yet, what would you like to do?” I turned to see the breeze softly whip her curls around. She looked around the beautiful city and its orange-hued sky. Pointing to her right, she smiled. “Let’s walk on the beach.” Taking her hand, I let her lead the way. It didn’t take long before we were removing our shoes and squishing the grainy sand between our bare toes. “Did you know that sand is just an abundant amount of tiny fragmented shells and organisms?” She turned to look up at me. “No,” I softly smiled. I loved when she told me little fun facts. I’m pretty sure if I had a teacher like her, I’d be top of my class. “Yeah, I did an experiment with the babies and used the holo microscope, it was really cool.” A smile surfaced on her face. “Really? What else can you tell me?” I asked. So, she began to tell me all these little facts about sand, the ocean, and beaches. “And rocks like this, are famous for belonging to mermaids.” My brows furrowed as she sat down on the black boulder. “Why?” I asked. “To sunbathe, or to call on sailors with their siren song, or wait for their land lovers.” Y/N winked. “You must be part mermaid because you always call me in.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and chuckled into her neck. “That was a bad one,” I admit and she laughed. Moving my head to see her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes, I pressed a kiss to her soft lips. She moaned as her tongue slipped past my lips. I lifted her off the rock and laid her on the cooling sand. “Ky-Big One,” Y/N squirmed under me. “Yes, Little One,” I said between kisses. “Someone could see us.” I shook my head and giggles fell from her lips as my hair tickled her belly. “No one will, Little One.” “A-And the sand.” She moaned as her nipple rolled between my fingers. “It’s going to get everywhere.” I shrugged off my jacket and laid it underneath her. I was hard and by the time I went to remove her underwear she was soaked. It was so easy to slide into her as she arched her back. With every thrust, the waves seemed to crash. This felt so surreal, having her on the beach like this, the way she would look up at me as if I was a star. It had me feeling, what I shouldn’t be feeling; but every time her hand would brush against my heart I would lose it, just like right now. Thank the makers I was wearing a condom, I just came inside her. Y/N sat up and looked down. “I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”  I never finished so quickly and never before her. Before anyone could say anything, I was being buzzed to let us know our room was ready.

I opened the door to the suite and Y/N’s eyes went wide. “Wow, this is huge.” She began to roam around the room. I looked too, but mostly at her. Her (y/e/c) eyes scanned everything with curiosity. “Come here,” I beckoned as she followed me out to the balcony. She gasped as I moved to show her the expansive view of the city lit up in its grandeur. “This is so beautiful.” She whispered. I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Anything for you, Y/N.” I nuzzled my nose in the crook of her neck. Her delicate hand found my cheek and I hummed in comfort. When I opened my eyes, she was looking up at me, studying me. “Something’s different.” She said. “Is it good or bad?” I asked her. Y/N dropped her hand from my cheek and avoided my gaze. “I don’t know. It depends on how you take it.” She looked up at me once more before speaking, “You look tired. I’ll run you a bath.” I shook my head. “I’m fine.” I huffed. “No, you flew us here by yourself and makers know what else you endured before you got me. And the beach.” Y/N was stubborn and right. Before I could object I yawned. Quickly, she pecked the corner of my lips before running off and finding the bathroom. I just stood outside of the balcony trying to catch my breath. It was a dangerous game I was playing, but it was my fault, I started it. But, I had to remember, nothing more could come from this, that’s why I settled for being her Sugar Daddy because it was the only way to get her to be with me. A way to not help me form attachments. I followed the sound of the running water. Passing the doorway, I slowly saw her fingers skimming the water that was started to bubble up. I could vaguely figure out the low noise that couldn’t compete with the water, but after a while, I realized it was the Corellian song I had serenaded her with. Coming closer, I could see the small smile gifted on her soft lips. My chest tightened at the vision; some people had this and not just every other weekend.

She looked back at me and smiled. “Will you j-join me?” I stuttered out, cursing at myself. “If that’s what you want, ok.” She chuckled. Y/N stood up beginning to strip and I followed suit. Hand in hand we entered the tub until our bodies disappeared under the white bubbles. “How’ve you been?” I asked and she began to tell me all about it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her; she was so expressive and lovely. “What about you?” She asked. I shrugged. “It’s better now.” A pout fell on her lips. She hated when I disregarded my day, but it was true, my days didn’t start until I saw her. Her right foot darted to jab me on the side, but I quickly caught it. Raising it out the water, I pressed a kiss to the side of her foot. “Thank you,” She said out of the blue. “For everything, for doing all of this, for treating me like I’m someone special. Even when we fight, you’re still so kind. I know who you are and what people say, but I,” Y/N bit her lip. Her mind was running wild looking for something to say, but when she couldn’t find it, she floated closer to me until we were chest to chest. Her lips found mine, my fingers danced along the soft skin of her sides. The kiss deepened as time went on. She snaked her hand down underneath her straddled body and grabbed my member. It wasn’t fully hard, but she didn’t care as lined herself up and slowly slid down. Wet kisses trailed up to my ear. “I want to feel you grow inside me.” Y/N nipped at my earlobe. I wrapped my arms tightly making her flush against me; with those words and the small undulations of her hips, I began to stretch her core. Gasp and whimpers left her sweet lips as I began to rock into her. The pace was agonizingly slow, proving my restraint for her pleasures. But, as I stared at the look on her face, eyes squeezed tight, mouth open and little curls pressing to her sweaty forehead; I myself couldn’t help but unravel. My hips had as a mind of its own as it jerked up causing the most beautiful sounds to slip out of her lips before I was cumming. Exhausted and embarrassed, my head fell to her shoulder. It was the second time today, I was finishing before her. “It’s ok.” Y/N’s soft voice cooed as her fingers combed through my hair. I looked up to see her bright (y/e/c) eyes looking at me. I pressed another kiss to her lips gripping at her skin again. While I was still inside her, I lifted us out of the tub and made our way to the bed. Using the force, I pulled the cover back and gently laid her down. I deepened the kiss, tongue exploring her mouth. I pulled back to see her smirking. “What?” I asked. “Nothing,” She shook her head and pressed a kiss to my nose.

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In the morning, I was welcomed with the sweet smell of smoked terrafin loin. I slowly made my way to the kitchen area to see her wearing my discarded tunic from last night and my socks. A lopsided smile fell on my lips. “What are you doing?” My voice made her jump and the small ‘his morning voice is so damn sexy’ thought slipped out. “I’m making breakfast.” She smiled. I stood behind her and turned off the stove. “This is our vacation, to relax. Order room service.” I could feel her and my heart beat at the use of 'our'. “Our vacation?” She asked; she steadied herself in my tight hold. “Well,” A blush hit my face. “We’ve been together, doing this for about a year, so I thought.” Stars, I hate how she could make me nervous so fast. I could feel her try to suppress so many happy thoughts that ran through her mind. “Annnnnnd someone’s birthday is coming up.” A wide smile covered her cute face under her bed head messy bun. “Okay, okay,” She nodded. “But, it’s almost done so.” She turned the stove back on to finish up and was soon serving us. Sliding next to me, she sat staring at me with wide eyes. I could feel her mixed emotions. Chewing, I felt slightly uncomfortable with me finishing early yesterday and slipping up with “us”, I felt even more stress tense my shoulders. I glanced up at her, just as she looked down. ‘Just ask Y/N, just ask him. The worse he could say is no and then throw a tantrum.’ A chuckle left my lips at her thought. (Y/e/c) eyes found mine; “Can we, can we go out in the city today? And explore?” She asked. “It’s just that it looked so beautiful when we arrived, even though all the shops were closing up, but the lights made everything look so beautiful.” Y/N continued to ramble out of nervousness. But why was she nervous? I’d do anything for her. “Of course, Little One,” I said softly. She quickly shut her mouth and wore that adorable blushing smile. “Thank you.” She pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. “I hope you don’t mind, I-I picked out some clothes for you.” I followed her into the room where she opened the large closet. Her fingers ran along the various colored fabrics in awe. ‘I never had this many clothes before.’ A small thought popped into her mind. “I-If you don’t like, we can ret-” “It’s perfect!” She laughed. “You should shower first, I’ll be here awhile.”

I did as followed and when I got out of the shower, there were so many outfit choices displayed on the floor. Makers, she looked so cute sitting on her heels in my drowning tunic. I didn’t even realize I was staring until she let out a yelp. “You scared me, Kylo.” Her hand was placed over her heart. The corner of my lips tugged up; “Did you decide?” I asked her. “No, but I picked out an outfit for you. I hope you don’t mind.” Y/N peered up through her lashes and my chest tightened, I was unable to speak so I just nodded. With a bright smile, she jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Looking around, I saw what I figured was my outfit. Plain and simple; tan pants, brown belt, boots, and a cream deep-V tunic. After putting it on, I stood in the mirror looking over myself; it was colors I wasn’t fond of wearing, but I still looked pleasing. “You look great.” Y/N exited the bathroom in just a towel and went to figure out what to wear. All of this felt very...domestic. And a somber cloud fell over me as I thought about my parents; she would always dress him and I never thought someone would ever be doing this for me even if, we technically weren’t together. “Are you ok?” Her fingers ghosted down my arm. I turned to look at her eyes filled with worry, the same expression when she looked at the old faint scars that were scattered across my body. I nodded. “Did you find your outfit?” I asked. “Yes, just give me a few minutes.” A few minutes turned into thirty and me constantly asking if she was almost done. I might’ve sounded irritated but I really did enjoy this mundane task that occurred in most relationship. “I’m done.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she walked out, skirt brushing past her calves. I felt all my breath escape my body as the sun illuminated her and her (y/h/c) curls and beautiful glowing skin “Come on, let’s go.” She shooed. Stammering a little bit, it took me some time for my brain to catch up to what was going on. “O-Ok,”

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Y/N fit me perfectly. The way her small, soft hands curved around mine as we walked down the cobblestone streets. Y/N’s eyes wandered everywhere pointing out the architecture, the culture, the vendors, the fashion. I couldn’t help the steady smirk that never seemed to leave my face. She just made me feel so happy. “Ah!” Her squeal caused me to jump. “This is the famous philosopher Hundor’s house!” Y/N become all giddy. “Do you want to go?” I asked. “Can we?” Her eyes widened. “It’s a museum and the tour is about to start.” I pointed at the sign. Soon, she was pulling me into the building and signing us up on the tour. “So, who is Hundor?” I whispered as we joined the tour. “Oh, my stars, Big One, how don’t you know who Hundor is?!” She exclaimed dramatically. “Training to be warrior, remember?” I knocked on the side of her head. “Oh yes, how could I forget the fiercest, problematic warrior the galaxy has seen.” She whispered. “Hundor is an amazing philosopher that dabbled in art, science, math, he just wanted to learn every and anything!” Her voice got a little too loud for excitement, that the tour guide was soon shushing us. It was like that for most of the time, Y/N talking, telling me her own fun facts about this great Hundor and how could I not listen her voice was alluring and she was terribly smart and funny. “Ma’am, please refrain from-” “I KNOW! Shhhh!” Y/N replied and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sir, please.” The guide was now scolding me. He was tall, skinny, blonde, pale and bossy, reminding me so much of Hux. “Shhh!” Y/N shushed me before I covered her mouth before she could start giggling. She licked the palm of my hand, “Ew,” I wiped it on her skirt, Y/N slapped my hand before grabbing it. We, of course, caused more trouble, but I guess we were so good at hiding it, or the guide was absolutely over us, but he didn’t seem to mind. No one did really until Y/N began telling the guide he had the wrong facts. It was funny but problematic, but hilarious.

I actually did get her to stop at one point and wanted to see more of the artifacts that were apart of Hundor’s life, until. “Psst, look!” I turned to the whisper to see her standing atop a ladder. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be up there, Little One.” I moved closer bracing myself for if she fell. “They said Hundor used to jot his ideas on his wall and ceilings.” She began to peel at the chipping paint until she found what she was looking for. “IT’S TRUE!” Y/N shouted and the whole group turned to see us. “MA’AM, YOU CANNOT BE UP THERE” The guide yelled. “And are you…” He gasped “defiled the...GET OUT! BOTH OF YOU!” He screamed. Yes, he definitely reminded me of Hux. “I got it,” I told him. In one swoop, I hoisted her over my shoulder and carried her out of the home. Once outside, I settled her down; with her flats on, she was much smaller than me as she peered up with angry eyes and crossed arms. “Hey, don’t look at me like that, Little One. That was very un-teacher-like.” I said. She narrowed her eyes at me. “Hey, you started it, my little troublemaker.” The corner of her lip tried to fight the smile that was forming on her face. “Can’t have you mad, I don’t want you force-choking me,” I whispered and a giggle escaped her lips as she thought back to the night at the club. “Let’s see how we can make my girl happy,” I said looking around at something to do. But her thoughts were loud and clear going crazy that I called her ‘my girl’. But, what can I say, she was my girl. My one and only. “Excuse me,” I stopped an older man. “Where can I take someone as beautiful as her,” She hid her blush. “Who is terribly smart but likes to do her own thing.” The man pondered for a quick second. “The history museum down the road.” He told us, we bid our goodbyes and then we went off to the museum.

“This is better,” I said as a mass of people moved around us. Her eyes lit up as she looked around the entrances to all the halls. “I don’t know where to start.” She turned to look back at me. I extended my arm and opened my hand. “Anywhere you go, I’ll be right behind you.” She looked down as her breath hitched before she put her hand in mine and was pulling me off. I know I kept saying this, but stars is she smart! Y/N just knows so much and I don’t know where she keeps all of it. I let her lead the way as she told me about all the artifacts. And it seemed that I wasn’t the only one who was being pulled by her alluring self. People had begun to follow us to her surprise, not mine, who wouldn’t follow her? And every time she turned around, our eyes found each other and she sent me a bright smile. When the “tour” was done everyone surrounded her to thank her and ask more questions as I stood by watching like the doting...sugar daddy I was. Of course, the children that had participated had grown attached to her, as she kneeled to their height, began conversing and giving out stickers. “Woah, can I have a sticker?!” “I wish you were my teacher!” A chuckle escaped my lips, she’s such a teacher. “Excuse me, are with this young woman?” A short balding man tapped me lightly on the shoulder. I turned to see him cower back a little. “Um, um, um, I-I,” He began to stumble. I just looked at him already growing annoyed that he was taking my time away from staring at her, as creepy as that was. “I’m Boh Rosh, the director of this museum and I’ve never se-seen someone who knows so much and is comfortable around people!” Because clearly, he wasn’t. “I-I just wanted to know what she-” “She’s a teacher for the Re-REALLY, really poor group of people who are just dumb. She actually started a scholarship to help the kids.” I said, I almost let the Resistance slip, but honestly what I said was the same thing. “O-Oh! Now it makes sense, your wife is just amazing.” He looked over my shoulder at Y/N. My brows furrowed. “Wife?” I asked. “Yes, I saw you guys interacting during the tour. You must be newlyweds, they say some people have a hard time saying the new title because they’re still in shock.” He nervously chuckled. I turned back around and observed my “wife”; I loved her and even though I never entered her mind, I knew she felt something for me. But, no matter how much more I wanted, I would never get to give her a title she deserved. “Yeah, it’s our honeymoon.” I lied. “Well, Con-congratulations; I would like to ask her, but she seems to have a fanbase growing.” Mr. Rosh joked. “But, I was wondering if she would like to work here as a historian. Someone as knowledgeable as her, young and amiable would be a great addition.”

He continued to talk but I couldn’t hear from how loudly my heart was beating. A crooked smile found its way on my face; Y/N would love this! It was so her, this is what she went to school for, what she dreamed about, what she should’ve been if she didn’t follow that stupid friend of hers to the Resistance. “You two would have to relocate, possibly, but we’d set you up with a lovely home.” That sentence filtered through my many thoughts and it would be possible. She’d move here and work, I’d come and we’d have a home that overlooks the city and we’d have a yard for the kids. KIDS? I began to choke on my own spit. “Are you alri-ight sir?” He tentatively held up a hand and then put it back down. “Yes, yes, but I would love to say yes to your offer but it’s her decision.” The man nodded at my answer. “But, you can send over a proposition for her if you decide to donate to-” I began to give him the details on the datapad he had handed me. “Of course, of course, the museum would love to donate to such a great cause, they are our future by the way.” Mr. Rosh gleefully accepted the device. “Well, you have a lovely wife and it would be an honor if the two of you join us at our gala tomorrow night, it’s a ‘Heavenly Bodies’ masquerade.” He told me. “She’d love too.” I could only think about Y/N in a beautiful white gown with gold throughout her curls. “I mean, we-we’d love too.” A smile adorned his face. “Great, it’s a formal event. If anyone gives you a hard time just say you’re the personal guest of Boh Rosh and-oh wait! I never got your name.” It seemed like he stared at me forever as my mind ran a million light years a minute as it screamed ‘NOT BEN! NOT KYLO!’ until I was spitting out: “ANAKIN! My name is Anakin.” He didn’t fully believe me but he wouldn’t and couldn’t call me out. “An-and she… she’s Padme. We are Anakin and Padme… Ren...oloker. Anakin and Padme Renoloker.” If there was any time to slip and impale me with a lightsaber, it would be now. “Ok...well, it was nice meeting you Mr. Renoloker, I hope to see you two tomorrow.” He smiled and went on his way.

I turned to see Y/N still crouched, talking to more kids, if that was possible. Slowly I strode up behind her, my shadow letting her know, I was there. “Well, I have to go. But, have a great day and enjoy it.” She told them as the groaned because they didn’t want her to leave. “Sorry,” I shrugged awkwardly as some of them grilled me. Y/N just chuckled, pulling me away. “Let’s get something to eat.” I threaded my fingers through hers as she leaned her head on my arm. We decided on a nice outdoor bistro; we sat there enjoying the weather and the view. And by the view, I meant her. I was too busy admiring that face I didn’t feel the force warn me about something about to pull my hair. “Oh, don’t move.” Y/N smiled as her fingers worked to remove whatever it was. Looking to the side, I saw a chubby baby with the roundest everything giggling at Y/N. “I’m sorry,’’ The man holding her apologized. “It’s alright, hi cutie!” Y/N said and the baby’s features lit up. Apparently, Y/N had this effect on every age group. I sat and watched her play with the baby before they had to leave. “Do you want kids?” the question, even though I asked, caught me and her off guard. She choked on the drink she was sipping. After wiping her mouth, she answered: “Well, they say your students are basically your kids, so I already have them.” A smile formed on her plump lips as she thought of something. “But, when I was little, I wanted five boys in every color: black, white, red, green, and purple.” She laughed and I couldn’t help but to too. “Different colors...that’s new,” I said and she hit me. “But, boys; I can see you with a boy, he’d probably be all up under you.” She clearly liked that answer. “What about you, mister?” She turned it on me. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I nervously combed my hair out of my face. “I never told anyone this.” I coughed. “I know I should want a boy, you know carry the name and the legacy but-” “Wait,” She cut me off. “Are you telling me, Mr. Big Tough Man, wants a little princess?” Y/N said and I tried to stop the blush that was consuming me. “I know, I know; especially since the women in my family are very headstrong and have strong personalities,” I said. “And that’s exactly why I don’t want a girl!” Y/N laughed. “Yeah and I’m pretty sure her mother will be one too.” I looked her in the eye, but she avoided my gaze. “You don’t know that she could be someone soft, sweet, and loving.” She used adjectives that she didn’t believe was her, but if she could see through my eyes, they were.

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Later that night, I made love for the first time. As I lied on top of the woman I loved, her (y/e/c) eyes seem to peer into me as I did the same. It felt so intimate almost as if our souls were connecting. Her hair laid strewn as she fisted sheets as I slowly rolled my hips into her. Sweat covered her body as she licked the sweat from her upper lip as another moan escaped her lips. My face was buried deep in her neck, trying everything to make us one. All I wanted was to fill her with life and watch it grow in all her beauty. My forearms began to tremble as I felt like I wasn’t going to last long. “Kylo,” She whimpered. “‘I’m about to cum.” She said. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” I repeated her name like a prayer as my lips found her neck. My left hand found hers and our fingers intertwined. “Cum with me,” I whispered in her ear. “Cum with me,” I repeated and she shook her head. I sped up my actions as I continued to repeat the phrase until we were both releasing to feel an out-of-body experience. This must be how stars are made, this is what it must feel like to be in love. I removed myself from her laid beside her. The humid, sex filled air circulated around us as we laid on the sheets that pressed against our sweat slickened skin. Slowly, I pulled her to lie on my chest as her arm lazily hung across my waist. In sync, our chest rose and fell together. I stared down at her and she looked up at me. There was something very familiar about this. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N asked. “I...I’ve seen this before,” I told her. “Like a dream, but you were sleeping and you were more...plumper.” She arched her brow. “And you drooled on my chest and you kept apologizing.” A chuckle left her lips. “Now that sounds like me.” She smiled up at me. Makers, what I would do to see this every day for the rest of my life. But I would never tell her; she would never fall for someone like me.

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P.S.: Or maybe not because this formatting is atrocious!

[searchforthescars]

Memori + Our families (aka spacekru) came over for Thanksgiving and we decided to watch Lord of the Rings but you and I kept quoting it and everyone else got so fed up that they left AU – gotta milk Murphy’s canon fondness for LOTR

Ok so I have to preface this with the fact that a) I haven’t seen the films or read the books in about four years and b) I wrote this ENTIRE HECKING THING yesterday and then effing Google Chrome refreshed and I lost it all so this edition might not be as good and I’m so sorry???? Never draft on Tumblr kids you’ll regret it.

Anyway, I took some liberties with interpretation bc my brain just went off, I guess? Hope you enjoy nontheless

Send me other established relationship AUs

“Hurry up with the bird, J!” Raven gripes, tilting back on the back legs of her chair to peer into the kitchen, where Murphy is reaching carefully into the roaster to check the turkey’s temperature. “I’m hungry!”

“I’m not taking any chances with the turkey,” Murphy says, just as Emori turns on the mixer to whip cream for the pie. “Stop whining,” he says when the noise stops. “And Emori! Stop licking things!”

Emori blinks over at him, her pointer finger in her mouth, a tiny bit of whipped cream on her lips. “Or what?”

Monty flops down in his chair. “There’s an innuendo there,” he mutters, making Raven snort out a laugh.

“It’s a holiday,” Bellamy says, scooting his chair closer to the table. “Show some respect.”

“Hello?!” Raven waves at Murphy when he exits the kitchen, a bowl of mashed potatoes in his hands. “Dinner? Best friend, dying of hunger?”

“You have to be alive to be hungry,” he says drily, ducking back into the kitchen to avoid a loving smack upside the head.

“‘Where there’s life, there’s hope’,” Emori mutters, depositing two cans of cranberry sauce on the table. “‘And need of vittles’.”

“What the fuck was that?” Monty asks. Raven and Bellamy gape at him in shock. “What? I swear, guys. Deal with it.”

Echo emerges from the bathroom, picking a strand of hair from her sweater. “What’d I miss?”

“Monty swore,” Raven tells her.

“Yes,” Monty says sarcastically. “That’s the headline of the evening.”

“What was that you said, anyway?” Raven asks Emori.

“It’s from Lord of the Rings,” Emori says, proudly. “John and I just watched the movies.”

Bellamy shakes his head. “We set ourselves up for that one,” he grumbles.

“I made her read the books first,” Murphy adds, as if that somehow validates the whole situation.

“You’re dragging her down into geekdom,” Raven groans. “Nice job, J.”

The doorbell rings. “No admittance except on party business!” Murphy hollers.

Bellamy shakes his head and gets up to answer the door, letting Harper in with the snow. “What was Murphy yelling?” she asks, shaking snow from her hair and hanging her scarf up on the coat rack.

“A Lord of the Rings quote,” Bellamy says. Monty stands up to pull the chair out for his girlfriend, who slides in with a grateful smile. “Don’t ask.”

“How come you never pull out a chair for me?” Emori asks Murphy from her perch on a stepstool near the counter.

“Because you’d kick me,” Murphy counters. “Now help me lift this damn bird before it burns.”

The couple lifts up the turkey and transfers it to a platter. “I wouldn’t kick you,” Emori says. “‘Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised’.”

“Enough with the geekfest,” Raven says. That, she decides, is her new favorite word. “Can we eat now?”

“One does not simply rush my fine cooking,” Murphy snarks, deadpan.

Bellamy, Monty and Harper groan. Echo frowns. “Isn’t that a meme?” she asks.

Bellamy pats his girlfriend on the arm. “Don’t go there. Don’t encourage them.”

Murphy puts the turkey on the overcrowded table and begins to carve it, passing the first few slices to a hungry and waiting Raven. “There? Happy?” he asks.

Raven takes a bite. “Mmm, very.”

“Hey,” Emori says, sitting down right next to Murphy’s right elbow. “Is no one going to acknowledge that I read those long-ass books and sat through those long-ass movies? I’m practically Bellamy now.”

Harper and Echo start cackling at the stricken look on Bellamy’s face. Raven nearly chokes on her turkey breast.

“Listen,” Raven says. “If one more person makes a reference to the books or the movies, I love you guys, but I’m walking outta here.”

“Fine,” Emori says. After a moment, her eyes light up. “Wait. Can I do one more?” To Raven’s incredulous look, she says, “Please? It’s Thanksgiving.”

Raven holds her hands up in surrender. Emori looks up at Murphy, then leans her head on his forearm when he doesn’t immediately stop carving the turkey.

“‘I would rather spend one lifetime with you’,” she says softly into her fiance’s shirt. “‘Than face all the ages of this world alone’.” No one at the table can begrudge them the soft kiss Murphy plants on Emori’s lips.

[lubdubsworld]

J Hope x Reader tumblr prompt.

Pairing : Jhope( Jung Hoseok ) x Reader

Genre : Mild angst 

Prompt. :

“My showcase is scheduled for the weekend...Friday evening at seven.” Hoseok whispers against your lips, fingers gripping your bottom through the skin tight jean shorts as you straddled him, grinding down on his crotch as you grin into the kiss. Somewhere in the background the TV plays static noise, there’s a light  drip , drip  from the faulty faucet in the kitchen and the distinct scratching from out side the mesh door leading to the balcony.

 Mickey probably wants to come back in.

You pull back to smile fondly at Hobi. 

“Babe, I told you I will never miss a showcase and i meant it. Dad’s going to be pissed though. I have another party to attend on Friday.” You wrinkle your nose and his grip on your ass tightens, a bit on the painful side and it hurts a little.

But in a really, really  good way.

“What did he say?” Hoseok asks and it’s cute, the little bit of hurt nervousness in his tone. i also makes your heart ache because you know that Hoseok really wants to win your parents over. He wants to be good enough in their eyes and no matter how much you try to convince him otherwise, he always thinks he has something to prove. 

“Oh, you know. The usual. I’m not supposed to be in love with you. I’m supposed to find some chaebol...” you roll your eyes. “ But don’t worry, I’ll sneak out and try to make it back as quick as I can.” 

Hoseok hums but then the spark in his eye sort of fades. You lean down and catch the lobe of his ear between your teeth , trying to bring the mood back but Hoseok is distracted and you can’t help but sigh, clambering off him and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Stop it..” You sigh. 

“Stop what?”

“Stop thinking it matters. Whatever my parents say or do.. it doesn’t even matter, okay? i love you. I want to have your babies.” You reach out and impishly squeeze his thigh, the solid weight of it familiar and arousing . “  That’s all that matters.” 

Hoseok laughs a little at that and lightly boops your nose.

“ i want you to have my babies too. i think they’ll be cute. Like you. ” He says but the insecurity still shines through his gaze. 

You kiss him again and he pulls away hesitantly. 

It’s nothing new, 

You’ve been dating for five years, going six and you’re already twenty four. He’s twenty seven and by all acoounts you should be able to make your own decisions now. But your father was one of the rich guys in the country and he had a bit of a public image as well. 

It’s important to him that his future son-in-law should be someone of good financial and social standing. Not a  dancer/ rapper with tattoos and piercings. But all that is just the surface, you think, moving to open the door and letting mickey in. The important thing is that Hoseok is incredibly kind, hardworking and so good for you. You’ve never been the sort to receive affection easily, always wary of poepl trying to get close just because your parents are rich. 

But Hoseok’s different. 

in the six years that you’ve been together he’s never let you spend a single dime on him. Hoseok’s old fashioned in his beliefs that the man should support his woman and you indulge him most times. 

You open the door, the familiar creaking echoing through the house. 

The adorable pup quickly shuffles in , moving to jhope and you stare around at the one bedroom apartment with the makeshift Music Mixing table thingy  and and the dance studio and the countless music equipment. 

It’s a bit cramped.

Your own home is about twelve times bigger.

But everytime you have to leave this place for the night, your heart breaks. Every inch of this place is special to you , because every inch of it screams Your relationship.

 The stain on the carpet from when he’d accidentally dropped your anniversary cake. 

The little crack in the wall from when he’d actually made love to you against it. It was after his first showcase, you had both been too horny and impatient to crawl the five feet or so to the bedroom. 

And the slightly crumpled wallpaper because of the shoddy work you had both done on it. You catch sight of a small bit of subtance on the wall and lean down to pick at it with your forefing. 

“you heading home?” Hoseok asks, nuzzling Mickey. You feel your throat close up at that. 

This is home, your heart whispers. 

This is where i belong. 

“Is this your cum? Did we fuck here as well?” You frown, sniffing at your finger and Hoseok groans, grabbing a throw pillow and tossing it in your face. 

You laugh and he joins in and that’s all you need sometimes. To be able to make the boy you love laugh. Even when he had a million reasons to be sad. 

“I love you.” You say seriously and the warmth in his face is palpable.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” 

And you realize that home is not a place.

 it’s a person. 

And for you, home is always Jung Hoseok. 

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When Thursday rolls around, you find yourself stuck in yet another of your mother’s kitty parties. When it ends she tells you to let ‘ the handsome Kim boy’ to drve you back and you want to scream. Kim Jun Myeon isn’t exactly bad or anything but the’s got a massive crush on you and he does a really, really poor job of hising it. And to make matters worse, you need to go to hoseok’s studio.

It’s bad enough that you’re wearing one of the girly , flowery summer dresses that Hoseok thinks are too pretentious and now if you show up with Junmyeon ( who’s wearing a fully formal button down and steam pressed slacks, wtf) you can imagine how much the other boys are going to tease you about it. 

But your maother has that look on her face which tells you that ‘ I know that it’s hard for you to stop disappointing but for once in your life listen to me or I’m going to smack you”  

And yeah, you give in . 

Jung Myeon tries to engage you in conversation but the boy is awfully boring. Or maybe you’re just used to a level of energy fater six years with Hoseok and every other guy just seems incredibly bland to you these days. Whatever the reason, you can ‘t actually hold your attention and fater a while he gives up.

When you finally pull up in front of the studio, you flinch because there’s a spare set of shorts and cropped top stuffed in the lacy white bag over your shoulder. You had hoped to change into it before seeing Hoseok. 

But Hobi is already waiting outside the studio, helmet sitting in his lap as he straddles his bike, leather jacket slung over his shoulders and graphic white T shirt saying something like ‘ Blood and sperm all over the place “ 

When Jun Myeon gets out to open the door for you, you can physically feel the burning intensity of Hoseok’s gaze. The oblivious idiot actually hugs you and you push him away weakly. 

“You should leave...” You say urgently even as Hoseok carefully buckles the helmet to the bike and climbs off the bike. He looks like he’s a second away from throwing Junmyeon against the floor and punching him. 

“Who’s this? “ Jun Myeon clearly has no sense of self preservation and you groan as he stares at Hobi. 

“I’m the guy who made her scream multiple times last night. And who the fuck are you?” Hoseok growls. 

You can’t fully smother the squeak of disbelief that bubbles up.

“Hoseok.. what the actual fuck.. .. Oppa, you should leave..” 

“oppa?!! Are you fucking kidding me right now? “ Hoseok glares angrily and you press a palm to his chest, glaring. 

“Just leave.” You hiss at Jun Myeon and the other boy finally frowns and moves away . 

“Y/N! i’ll pick you up tomorrow for the party...” Jun Myeon says and Hobi growls next to you. 

Once he leaves you round on Hoseok.

“What the hell, hobi?!”

“Shouldn’t i be asking you that?! You fucking called him oppa!” 

“You hate it when I call you that!!” You say surprised. 

“Yes, but i hate it more when you call someone else that!” He shouts back.

You gape at him.

“Oh my God! You’re jealous!!” You laugh in disbelief and he snarls at you.

“I’m not jealous! Why the fuck would I be jealous of that pastel pink jerk?” 

You smile and grab his wrist, yanking him close and pulling his arm around your waist. 

“EXactly...Why should you? Like you said, you’re the one who gets to make me scream..” You whisper , tip toeing and kissing his lips . The taste is oddly familiar and you frown.

“Oh my God.. are you drunk?”

Hoseok frowns. 

“I may have had a few shots...” He says grudgingly. You stare at him in disbelief.

“What... Why?” You whisper in surprise. 

Hoseok sighs.

“Are you ashamed of me?” He says finally.

“What?”

“I’m always calling you to my showcases but anytime there’s a thing with your parents... you find yourself one of these straight laced bastards to tag along with...” 

You gape at him, too stunned to respond.

“Hoseok.... You..i just didn’t want to make you do something you don’t want to... “ you whisper, feeling oddly hurt.

“I know, y/n. I just...I need some time to cool down. Come on, Let’s just go home.” He walks away without looking back and you stand there feeling very upset. 

When you reach home, he goes into the studio and doesn’t even come to bed. You end up staring at the ceiling all night, wondering what went wrong and how to fix it. 

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“Come with me tomorrow. To the party.” You say firmly, Hoseok stares at you. 

“What?” 

“The party... Come with me. i want you to meet my parents, my friends there and everyone else. And to hell with what anyone says...”

“Y/N , you don’t have to...”

“I have to go get ready ay around three. I’l;l pick you up at five and we’ll spend an hour in the party and then we can sneak back out so you can reach the club for your showcase... okay?” 

“ARe you sure...?”

“I’m so sure....You can get a good look at everyone and tell me who should be scratched off from our wedding invite list.” You grin and he smiles softly. 

“I’ll make you proud...” He says softly. 

And your heart just melts.

“i already am ... so proud baby...” You kiss the top of his head and he buries his face into the soft skin of your stomach. You thread your fingers through his hair and he sighs. 

“i just want to be good enough for you.” 

You give his ear a twist.

“You’re not just good enough for me. You’re so much more than I deserve.” He laughs and grabs you closer, tosiing you around till you’re flat on the couch. He wastes no time, straddling your waist and kissing your neck.

“i love you.” He breathes against your skin.

“Good. Now prove it..” You nip at his chin. 

“How?” He laughs, grinding down on you.

“Make me scream.” 

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Author’s Note : As always requests open!! 

If you have a request from one these prompts be sure to send me an ask……

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The Fan’s Boys

This is based off the Fanboy!AU that @jordansgreenshorts, @itsramen, an Anon on Shorts’ Tumblr and myself created about SyndiShotSparklez. (1711 Words)

Jordan Maron, also known as CaptainSparklez on Tumblr, was the biggest fan of a YouTube series named ‘Mianite’. Anything collectible you could find, you could guarantee that Jordan already had on the day it came out, he had posters stuck up on his bedroom walls, a couple shelves on a bookcase dedicated to his Mianite figurines, a section on his wardrobe that only had Mianite t-shirts hung up neatly – ordered by the different YouTubers of course – and lastly, his two prized possessions.  Nadeshot and Syndicate body pillows that were proudly laid on his double bed, one either side so that he could lay in between the two YouTubers. Obsessive was a word that Jordan had heard himself being described as, Creep was another, but Jordan brushed that all off as he sat at his desk drawing another picture of Nadeshot and Syndicate hugging his own character who looked remarkably like himself. His eyes flicking to look up at the plushies on his desk smiling at him, a rush of excitement went through him. In just twelve hours he would be meeting the two men he had fallen so incredibly hard for, he sighed and ran his fingers through the short, tangled, black curls of hair on his head.

‘I need a break’ Jordan thought to himself before standing up and stretching his body, clicking noises filled the room as he had been hunched over for some time now. He jogged downstairs to grab a bottle of water quietly before using the bathroom and plopping back into his desk chair, he clicked onto Tumblr and scrolled through it, not paying full attention to it. That is until he saw in big, bold, black letters: Mianite Harem Visual Novel. Jordan sat up straight and furrowed his brows as he read through the post, how had he missed this? A wide grin soon took over his face as he downloaded it excitedly, leg bouncing as he couldn’t sit still anymore. An almost silent giggle escaping him as he opened it up and clicked new game, the alarm clock beside him reading ‘1:13 AM’

The clock now read ‘3:42 AM’ and Jordan was finally finishing up his third play through, he had found out that there was a secret ending and he just had to find it before going to sleep and that’s exactly what he did. He sat with headphones on listening to Nadeshot’s voice actor tell him how he had fallen for him, while Syndicate’s voice actor agreed and told him more or less the same thing. This is all Jordan had ever wanted to hear, his two idols tell him that they were utterly in love with him. With pinks cheeks, Jordan saved the play through and shut the program down, his art popping back up that he had completely forgotten about. He bit his lip in thought before shaking his head at himself, saving the file and closing the computer down completely.

‘I don’t need more art to show them, I have folder full already’ He mused with a soft chuckle, stripping off his shirt and shorts before crawling into bed and wrapping his arms around Syndicate’s waist and resting his head on his chest sleepily. He took a deep breath as he shut his eyes and cuddled into the pillow with the blanket, slipping into sleep with the reminder of needing to update one of his many fanfictions in the morning.

Jordan made himself look as best as he could when he was shaking in anticipation, his hair styled perfectly into his little quiff, a black Syndicate t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He was stood chatting to a girl who he had planned on meeting up with at the meet-up, Jordan couldn’t help but blush as people recognized him from the picture he posted before he left saying that he was going and to say hi if they wanted to. People praised him for his art, both on his main blog and on his not so secret nsfw art blog, and sometimes requested him to draw things, he just smiled and nodded along as he was a little too shy to really speak to all the new people. Syndicate and Nadeshot stood together as they spoke to one girl who was grinning and talking so fast it was hard to understand whatever she was talking about, they posed for pictures and hugged before she walked away and squealed about it to her small group of friends who were waiting for her. Fan after fan walked up, had their conversation, took pictures and hugged the two men before leaving, the queue in front of Jordan slowly shortened and he felt his nerves get worse and worse as his fingers tugged and scrunched the corners of the plastic wallets inside his folder that was pressed close to his chest.

‘What if they hate it, what if I’m not good enough, what if they like I’m weird?’ Jordan’s mind panicked and short fused as tears gathered in his eyes and he felt like he couldn’t move or breathe anymore, his friend was before him so he had no one to help him relax and the pushing crowd wasn’t helping in the slightest. Jordan’s friend walked away and they both glanced over to see the smaller man trembling with tears running down his cheeks looking terrified and freaked out, Nadeshot led the other over to him as he placed on hand on Jordan’s shoulder. Seeing that the boy had completely gone into shock Nade hugged the boy as Syndicate told the rest of the fans that they’d be back in a few moments after they had calmed Jordan down, Nade helped him walk behind the building they were next to and Jordan just lent into Nade slightly.

“Hey there buddy, what’s your name?” Nadeshot cooed as he helped Jordan sit down and he sat in front of him with a gentle smile to keep him relaxed as Syndicate followed what Nade was doing as it seemed he knew what he was doing with the fan.

“J-Jo-Jordan” He managed to stammer out so they both smiled and nodded, Syndicate leaning forward to hug him and Jordan just crumbling and crying into him as he hugged him back. Jordan had imagined this moment for so long and now they’re right in front of him, holding him and caring for him, it was all too much for him and his sudden panic attack had shaken him up badly.

“As I’m sure you already knew, I’m Matt and this is Tom. Can I ask what this is?” He tapped the folder Jordan had dropped when he hugged Tom, he peeled himself away and picked the book up, his cheeks turning pink as he held it out with shaking hands for Matt to take and look at. He gently took it and opened it to see a picture Jordan had drawn of Tom and Matt with their arms around each other’s shoulders grinning, the two YouTubers flicked through the art as they grinned and pointed at some excitedly “Is this you?” He asked pointing to Jordan’s own character making him blush harder and nod as he found it hard to meet either set of brown eyes looking down at him, the night sent reading and writing fanfiction, not to mention some of the things he had drawn, about them contributing to his shyness.

“These are fucking amazing Jordan! You’re an awesome artist” Tom praised him and Matt heartily agreed which just led to Jordan feeling lightheaded and dizzy as he slumped back against the brick wall, Tom squeaking in shock as Matt ran off to grab a bottle of water for him, helping Jordan to tilt his head slightly and carefully aiding him to drink.

“Easy Jordan, don’t need you fainting on us… You know we’re just normal people, we’re just like you, it’s okay. Don’t think of us as these people who are held so much higher than you, we’re nothing amazing, just some guys who play Minecraft” Matt coaxed him as Jordan built enough strength to take the bottle and finish it before collecting himself, he wiped back the tears that were sat on his rosy cheeks. Both of them hugged Jordan tightly and he cuddled up to the pair affectionately while he tried to sort out his stressed brain, Jordan didn’t realize that tears were slipping down his face again until Tom was wiping them away again and encouraging him to stop.

“I-I’m sorry I messed up, I-I think I just got overwhelmed and I was scared you wouldn’t like me or my art” He finally admitted with his dropped, voice sounding weak and fragile before he felt a hand tilt his head up and lips press the burning skin of his cheeks as Tom and Matt had just kissed him, only burning his face redder as he gasped and looked at them shocked.

“It’s fine cutie, now dry those tears and let’s get back there yeah?” Tom cheered energetically making the younger giggle and smile before nodding timidly, Matt and Tom either side of him as they helped him up and Matt was holding onto Jordan’s folder.

They led him by the hand so the crowd burst into cheers as people started calling his name, he looked confused but saw Erin and a couple of the others he had met leading the crowd to cheer for him. Matt and Tom lifting his hands up in victory while he just blushed and smiled, hearing a thousand phones take his picture embarrassingly.

They hugged and took pictures before Jordan waved at the pair as Erin dragged him away, Jordan practically beaming and skipping along beside her after a moment. She begged him for details but he just smirked and repeated that it was his secret that he only shared with his two idols… That night while Jordan was finishing off the picture from the previous night he heard his phone ping as he got a text, confused he looked over to see an unknown number with the message.

‘Someone was a hopeful little artist xx - Tom and Matt’

He had completely forgotten that he wrote his contact details in the back of the folder.

[fandomfollower13]

The Sons of Hell PT.1

A/N: Hiiiii this is my first story so I’m so sorry on tumblr if it sucks. and sorry for any grammar mistakes. Sorry!

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Benny Lafitte, John Winchester, (mentioned ) Mary Winchester, Crowley McLeod, Lucifer, Balthazar, Gabriel, Lisa, Rowena, Ellen Harvelle Cain, Ruby (2.0), Meg (2.0),(mentioned)  Jess (characters might be added later on)

Warnings: Mature content, language, use and talk of drugs and Alcohol, weapons, (I WILL be updating warnings as much as I can)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually)   

Summary: Winchester, a name that strikes fear to any who hear it. The Winchesters ran one of the most feared gang in all of New York, The Sons of hell but as every gang must have they of course have enemies, Hell’s Demons being the top one. John Winchester was the boss of Sons of Hell he is ruthless and crude and he wants the next boss of the Son’s just like him and the next boss just so happens to be his eldest son Dean Winchester, A womanizing, badass guy and gorgeous man but he was also rude and sarcastic with so many walls around his heart but will someone from the other side break them? or will they get caught in the crossfire?

Readers point of view

I waited by baggage claim, tapping my foot as I checked my phone for the fifth time, ‘‘come on where is it’‘ I whispered to myself, as soon as the words left my mouth my two black bags came around.

I carefully weaved through the crowds of people trying to reach the doors. I walked out to see a sea of taxis as I was about to climb into a taxi a voice yelled over the loud noise “Ms. McLeod!’‘ my head snapped in the direction of the voice my hand slowly inching to the gun I had snuck through airport security but I quickly stopped when I saw a man standing by a black SUV.

‘‘I’m here to pick you up from orders of your father, Crowley’‘ I smiled at him as he grabbed my bags, ‘‘Thank you’‘ I climbed in the back of the car carefully buckling, ‘‘of course Ms.’‘ ‘‘Y/N, please call me Y/n’‘ I smiled at him once more.

We pulled up to a big mansion that was guarded by fences, dogs and at least 60 men with guns, The McLeod estate, my home. I stepped out of the car looking at the huge white pillars, the white French styled doors, the fountain, nothing has changed.

‘ ’Is that Oh My, Y/N/N’’ A thick accent screamed I looked through the now open doors ‘’Grandmamma!’’ I ran up the steps and was pulled into a tight hug, ‘’Oh its been to long Dearie!’’ she said pulling me towards the main dinning room ‘’ I know and I’m sorry for that mamma. but I did call you every Monday’’ I pointed out as I pulled out one of big red plush chairs smiling at her. ‘’Well that isn’t enough!’’ she sat across from me and started talking about she has changed her outfit ‘at least’ 3 times because she didn’t have enough notice I was coming back.

After she told me basically what I had missed since I saw her last it was in the early afternoon. “Grandma wheres dad?” “Oh hes in the main office sweet”. I smiled silently excusing myself. I climbed ths grand stairwell towards my fathers office. The black double doors were closed and gaurded. Rumbles of voices behind it. I looked too the two gaurds on the sides of the big doors. I timidly reached for the handles to see if they would let me past. As soon as i made sure they would i opened the big doors. All heads in the room snapped towards me and all instincts kicked in to reach for their guns. They all stopped when my father spoke up, “Dearie! Your home. Finally! ” he walked around his desk and gave me a big hug then kissing my cheek. “Ah the favorite returns. I turned my head to she a tall man with long grey hair and beard. Cain. My ‘uncle’ Cain. “Uncle Cain!” I yelled hugging him.

when we pulled away I looked around the room but was quickly pulled into another hug I almost squealed. ‘’Kiddo its been to long!’’ Lucifer said as we parted, ‘’well Luci I just couldn’t look at your face any longer’’ I joked making the room laugh. ‘’Finally someone who understands how hard it is!’’ meg said walking towards me with ruby following her closely and both of them pulling me into a hug. I had known all these people since  I could remember. They all were my family.

‘’ darling I’m so sorry but I have to deal with somethings tonight’’ my father said, I know about what my father is, what he did. so I nodded ‘’ok well is it ok if I take ruby and meg with me too dinner?’’ I saw the girls smile. ‘’well of course darling’’.

Deans Point of view

my hands rested on the thighs of Stephanie’s, Stacy, whatever her name is, ‘’oh! wow I should’ve knocked’’ a shy voice said making me pull away from the dark haired girl. I turned to see Charlie with a hand over her eyes trying to find her way back to the door. ‘’Charlie’’ I called to her, she peaked through her fingers, ‘’sorry dean I just- I needed- I should’ve knocked’’ she rambled, I chuckled the girl behind me sneering, so I turned to her ‘’well Stacy-’’ ‘’its Stella’’  ‘’right Stella thank you for last night, but I think you should go’’ I smirked at her, she huffed and grabbed her stuff running to the door ‘’ You know what you’re a real douche’’

I pulled a shirt over my head ‘’ok Charlie what did you need to tell me?’’ I asked looking at my red headed friend ‘ ‘oh right, I have news on Crowley’’  Crowley, that bastard. I nodded heading to my kitchen Charlie following, ‘’ so I hacked onto airport security cams which btw they have terrible security like come on’’ I looked at Charlie ‘’Oh right. I saw one of Crowley’s goons was picking someone up this morning but with the terrible footage even I couldn’t make the person out’’ she said snatching my cereal ‘’you know I was going to eat that, and why would Crowley want his goons to pick someone up. who is that important for him?’’ I snatched my bowl away from her and flashed her a smile.

‘’Hey! I’m sorry I rushed over to your apartment to tell you this huge news and forgot to eat! and I don’t know, reinforcements, new rich client?’’  she shrugged. ‘’well remember don’t try to find anything out that might put you in danger’’ ‘’aw dean people might actually think you cared’’ she smiled I glared at her and opened the door and pointed ‘’ I wouldn’t say that Charles or I can make your life a living hell’’ and I slammed the door as soon as she stepped out.  

it was late in the night and I was sitting at the roadhouse hearing my dad and bobby fight about someone debts, finally  I had enough  of there stupid back and forth I threw back my shot and slammed it down which quickly got their attention i grabbed my leather jacket and headed towards them.

“How about you two stop your bitching” they gave him a look that killed but dean took a step back and waved his best friend and brother over. “Ill take care of it" I flashed a cocky smirk and grabed his keys and then his gun. We walked into a nightclub lights were flashing, people were making out, dirty dancing, alcohol and drugs were everywhere. Sam and Cas split in different directions but I know exactly where our client was, I weaved through they crowd avoiding many girls grabbing for Me. I reached the VIP section the guard was about to push me back but he quickly stopped himself, I smiled at him ‘’smart choice’’ he started stammering ‘’calm down junior your fine, for now, now move’’  I growled he rushed to move.

I looked around the VIP section, girls were basically having in guys laps and their hands in their pants. Except one table, two men sat at the very back talking, really, can he be more obvious, I smirked as I pulled out my gun and pointed it to the guy on the left, ‘’scram’’ he almost tripped as he ran away, with my gun still out I sat across from the client, they others guys whiskey sat untouched ‘’thanks, I'm  flattered, but I’m confused David you can afford drinks, a new car, VIP pass and yet I still haven’t seen my money’’ I smiled sipping the amber liquid. ‘’I-I just haven’t been able to s-send you they money’’ his hand started shaking with fear. I smirked ‘’Now Dave, I just don’t believe you’’ I cocked my gun and pointed at him taking the last sip of my drink. ‘’N-no please I-I just n-need a little bit m-more time, p-please, I-I made a m-mistake’’ he started begging, I rolled my eyes.

I was about to pull the trigger when he started crying, ‘’ Please, j-just until W-Wednesday  I just want to say goodbye to my w-wife and d-daughter, I might even have your money. Just a couple more days" i waved the gun thinking about “fine dave just till Wednesday, of you stop whining” he quickly grabbed his jacket "thank you thank you" "just dave so you know if you try to run. Ill make your death. Slow. Painful. Unforgivable. " he nodded quickly and ran out. I smirked as sam and cas came in to the lounge looking confused. ‘’well boys the job is done so time for drinks.

a few rounds later

I sat at the private bars waiting for the bartender, as he headed my way I was about to order a drink when a voice cut me off, ‘’Hi, can I have three beers please’’ her voice was soft and sweet and yet she sounded strong catching my attention, ‘’wow, three beers, I'm impressed sweetheart’‘ I leaned against the bar flashing an ‘innocent’ smile. soon I was met with the most dazzling (y/e/c) and a shy smile. ‘’heh do yo flirt with every girl that orders more than one drink’?’’ she questioned carefully pulling a strand of her (H/C) behind her ear, I caught my bottom lip between my teeth chuckling. ‘’ ah only the pretty ones’’ she blushed at that compliment ‘’ hm I bet you just say that’’ she said grabbing the beers the bartender set down she nodded and gave a small smile, thanking him, ‘’well I'm guessing you either came here with people or its been a rough day’’ she giggled ‘’I don't think I should tell you, I barley know your name’’ she said lifting an eyebrow.

‘’ well if you insist sweetheart, its Dean, Dean Winchester’’ and two girls who I thought I wouldn't see tonight appear by her side. What in the hell?

[bowserbabe]

So @nightlocktime wants to know how the convention went. So, basically it was crazy.

On Thursday we realized how far it was to walk from the hotel to the convention. But I wanted to go ahead and check in and wander about. So we walked the 100 miles from the hotel to the convention center in the thousand degree heat and got all registered or whatever. Except apparently I checked in wrong, which we didn’t fix until Friday. But it didn’t matter. We walked around the dealer room a bit and I got Chandler Riggs’ autograph. He didn’t put my name on it though, and his hair is too long, but ya know whatever. As far as I know that was the only day he was there? I didn’t see him again anyway.

(I think that’s right? I might have seen him on Friday. But I thought it was Thursday. Thursday and Friday were very similar convention-wise to me.)

Friday was slightly more conventiony. I think that’s the day I was like “Did I really check in right?” and they were like no, you’re an idiot, here is all your Capaldi swag (aka autograph and photo op tickets). And a nifty... thingy that goes on a lanyard. I have a picture, I’ll add it if I can figure out how to from my phone. Or I’ll pull it off my phone. I’LL MANAGE SOMEHOW.

And then we went and saw Michael Cudlitz talk about a bunch of things I haven’t seen. IMDB says I’ve actually seen him in a bunch of things, but mostly he talked about Band of Brothers and Walking Dead (oddly enough). I think I took some pictures, I’ll have to look. I haven’t looked through any of that stuff yet. I don’t think we did anything else on Friday? Most of the big name people hadn’t shown up yet.

And then SATURDAY. Saturday was exciting because I knew I would be seeing Peter soon. Saturday I ended up with some time to myself because my friend dropped me off and then parked the car back at the hotel and then walked. Because he’s a beast. So I got autographs. I think I got... um... Pom Klementieff, Michael Cudlitz, Ralph Macchio, William Zabka... were there other people there? At some point we went and watched Power Rangers Amy Jo Johnson and Jason David Frank. And then... it was photo op time, I think. Peter + Karen photo op, and then just Peter. I pretty much just stood there and tried to make my face look decent.

Then autograph time! Karen was... still taking pictures? so she was late for doing autographs. They have these little tiny lines for people to stand in and so it doesn’t take much to fill them up. And they don’t want people making the lines longer because it interferes with foot traffic. So they just stand there and don’t let anyone else get in line until the line starts to move. Which actually just means we all mill about near the line but not in it, hoping we can get in before everyone else. I sort of just did circles around Dante-and-Jay-from-Clerks’ tables until I could get in line.

Karen was nice, I don’t remember really what I said, hopefully it wasn’t terrible. Then PETER AUTOGRAPH TIME. I got up there and he signed my picture and my friend started talking to him but he was still putting little star-like dots all over my picture and I probably just stood there with heart eyes, although I did argue that Twelve was amazing from the very beginning and did not take any getting used to (which is what my friend was saying) and Peter probably signed something to my friend but I was probably busy heart-eyeing and trying to not say anything stupid.

Oh yeah, the lady taking the autograph tickets scared me. Because there were two levels of autographs (level 1 was on pictures they had there, and then level 2 was on anything else) and she was saying personalizations were level 2 instead of 1. And I was like... BUT I NEED PETER TO WRITE MY NAME (but I only said that in my head) and she was like, no no, the tickets are fine, you get personalization with that. And I was okay. This... this story was not as exciting as thought it was going to be.

And then we ran upstairs to see Karen’s panel. They were like NO VIDEO AND NO PHOTOGRAPHY so I didn’t take any, but other people did. Jerks. I haven’t looked, maybe there’s stuff on youtube. Supposedly the Supercon people recorded everything and will put it on youtube? I dunno. Karen was pretty great. She’s a lot like Amy, at least in terms of getting excited and dealing with strange questions and things. And I think that was the end of Saturday.

Sunday we went over super early (well, like... 8 or so, the convention center didn’t open until 8:30 I think) and as soon as they let us in, we went up and got in line / sat outside the room Peter was going to be talking in. We were... 4th and 5th in line, I think. A ton of people eventually showed up. I meant to take pictures but I forgot. They eventually let us in so we went up and sat on the front row in the center section over to the side where they had people lining up to ask questions. So that he would be looking in my direction most of the time. >.> I was going to ask a question but that ended up not happening. Whatever.

They did a like 15 minute thing first where they talked about Twelve and things and had the cosplayers get up on stage and show off their... selves, and then we realized that Peter was up there with them (it took me a minute to notice, which is sad because I was kind of expecting it) and then that segued into Peter’s panel.

PETER. UNF.

I tried to record a lot of it but I don’t know how it turned out. Apparently I’m crap at using my camera because I haven’t used it for anything real in several years. Also I had bought a telephoto / zoom / whatever lens with no automatic focus, and apparently I’m bad at manual focus, but hopefully I got some stuff. I’ll look tonight. (Looks like they might be uploading stuff to youtube currently? Nothing I care about yet, but who knows.) It blew through my memory cards, so I have like 2 twenty minute segments and then a bunch of random pictures at the end. Whatever. I’ll look.

I wanted him to talk about Jenna but mostly he just told the story of her showing up at work wearing a mask of someone he’d been teasing would be her replacement. Which I already heard somewhere...? It’s probably on my tumblr. Tumblr should allow for better categorizing.

Then they did the Karate Kid panel so we stuck around for that. At the end of that the three of them did a quick autograph signing so I got that, and then we ran downstairs for more photos. I may have spent too much money on photos.

After that we ran over to Peter’s autograph line which was non-existant at the moment and got in it. I got a poster signed (this one) and my friend got his photo op picture signed. Peter looked at it and sort of made a confused/amused noise and said something about it being unfortunate. My friend had him write a little thought bubble above himself and a few other little things and then signed it like normal.

And then we were done? Except I missed the Power Rangers part which was on... Saturday, I guess? Probably after Karen’s panel. They were super busy the entire time with a pretty long line. I made my friend get in line for Jason David Frank because his line was getting crazier and then I ran off and got Martin Kove to sign a picture. He was like “You want a ‘sweep the leg’?” and I said yes, and he was like “We’ll throw in a ‘no mercy’ too.“ Which amused me. So I go back and Jason’s line hasn’t moved, but meanwhile Amy Jo Johnson has no one in her VIP line (I suspect more from crowdedness than lack of interest, it was hard to tell who was in which line when) and my friend is like “Green ranger? Pfffft. I’m gonna go get her signature.” So I stay in line and he runs through and gets her autograph and then I’m like... well, obviously I should do the same thing. So he stays in line and I go get a Flashpoint picture (I never actually watched Power Rangers) and she signs it and says something about “No joy” which she writes on it (I do internal heart eyes becuase I love Flashpoint) and then I would guess starts to write “Kimberly” because oddly enough that’s what she was mostly signing, then realizes, and does this weird K into a J thing sort of so that it says Jules instead, except it looks really weird. But I’m happy with it because it’s funny to me. And then Jason finally shows up and I get his autograph, and then we run away to dinner.

I THINK THAT’S IT. This was too long and I’m gonna edit out the parts about the photo ops. But then... posting.

I FORGOT. ABOUT. RICKY.

Ricky Whittle is amazing. I went up to get an autograph and ended up getting my autograph plus two hugs and he kissed my cheek. I would have gone through that line again. And again. >.>

We saw him talk as well. I think before Power Rangers? He talked a lot about American Gods which I haven’t seen yet, and some about The 100 episodes I haven’t seen yet. So a lot of stuff I haven’t seen yet. But he’s a hottie even with his current silly haircut and he’s all muscular and British and unf. Just lakjfklahfkalshfkljshf. I’ve been trying to limit photo ops to big stuff (So far just David Tennant, Lana, and Peter (with a Karen thrown in)) but I wish I had gotten one with him. I was looking through the pictures on flickr and they’re just like... crazy. Unf.

Okay, that should be everything. For real this time.

[sparkleywonderful]

Tag from Hellas

Rules: You must answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people.

You can blame @fck-tamlin @wolffrising @a-court-of-random-fandoms @courtofpainteddreams (and I think there were a few others who wanted me to torture you)

I will do my best to make these entertaining, I promise there are a few little gems in this godawful quest.

I am going to be a troublemaker and break the rules, I will not tag 20 people J

The Last … 1. drink: Coffee, is there another type of drink? 2. phone call: Work Minion 3. text message: The resident rug-rat 4. song you listened to: Battlefield Svrcina 5. time you cried: This rip your heart out fanfic by @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty 6. dated someone twice: Yes and if you are even thinking of doing it don’t. There was a reason it ended the first time. Trust me. 7. kissed someone and regretted it: No 8. been cheated on: You mean got my heart ripped out? Yes. 9. lost someone special: Too many someone’s 10. been depressed: Yes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: You mean that period of time between 18 and 21? This list would be more entertaining if it asked, where it is the most entertaining thing/person you have thrown up on. 

Favorite Colors 12. Blue 13. Blue 14. Did I mention blue?

in the last year have you… 15. made new friends: Yes 16. fallen out of love: No 17. laughed until you cried: Really people you need to be doing this at least once a week, it cleanses your soul. If you are not, you are taking life too seriously. 18. found out someone was talking about you: Of course 19. met someone who changed you: No, I change others, still looking for the person that will change me. 20. found out who your friends are: No 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: What is facebook?  I’m sure I have.

General 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them. 23. do you have any pets: My thunder buddy just died. 24. do you want to change your name: Been there, done that. Seriously who names their child Melisha? 25. what did you do for your last birthday: Drank half a handle of Fireball. 26. what time did you wake up: Gods 0530, dear body it is OK to sleep in, really it is. 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Writing my Rowan HOF POV. 28. name something you can’t wait for: Wicked, my long weekend trip to see a friend, to get my outstanding CAPA list to 0 (only 21 more to go), paying off the house, pay off the car, pay off my flipping student loans. 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: 14 years ago 31. what are you listening to right now: I swear I have answered this…oh wait this is so long the song changed. Heaven knows (Hillsong United) 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: I have a minion named Tom 33. something that is getting on your nerves: Seriously, this…Really 85 questions? 34. most visited website: Outside work, tumblr 35. hair colour: Ginger, the copper kind 36. long or short hair: Long, like mistake loose strands for bugs, how did that get in my butt crack, wait the humidity is 80% and you expect it to dry. 37. do you have a crush on someone: Absolutely not. 38. what do you like about yourself: Sneaky little question. 39. piercings: Yes 40. blood type: A+ 41. nickname: zilly, mel, hun, sparky, red, boss lady, trouble, ma 42. relationship status: Very fucking happy with myself, thank you very much. 43. zodiac: Taurus 44. pronouns: huh? My favorite pronouns to use? 45. favourite tv show: None, but if I need background noise it is friends, supernatural or bobs burgers 46. tattoos: Of course 47. right or left handed: Left, well no, right, what am I doing?   48. surgery: Preferably not, I have a habit of waking up due to that lovely mutation of the MC1R gene 49. piercing: Is this a personality test, I swear I already answered this. 50. sport: Snow boarding, and by sport we mean falling on my ass over and over again like a champion 51. vacation: Sign me up, where are we going? 52. pair of trainers: multiple, they have reasons.

More General 53. eating: I can never get enough pickles 54. drinking: I thought we already covered this, coffee 55. i’m about to: Remake this list into the most entertaining and delete the other 60 questions. 56. waiting for: See number 28. 57. want: Everything 58. get married: Been there, done that twice and no I AM NEVER doing that again. 59. career: Manager for a software for service provider 60. hugs or kisses: Both…definitely both. 61. lips or eyes: Both 62. shorter or taller: Does it really matter? 63. older or younger: Once again, does it really matter, my soul does not care 64. nice arms or nice stomach: Once again, does it really matter, my soul does not care 65. hook up or relationship: Whatever my soul needs at the moment. 66. troublemaker or hesitant: Oh I am most definitely a troublemaker 67. kissed a stranger: Of course, you do not live life until you do 68. drank hard liquor: Not yet, but give me a few more hours 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: I’m a -6, I cannot afford to lose either. 70. turned someone down: Yes 71. sex on the first date: Yes 72. broken someone’s heart: Biggest regret of my life 73. had your heart broken: Of course, listen people, if you have never had your heart broken you are not living. It is going to be broken and from it you will grow. 74. been arrested: Unfortunately 75. cried when someone died: Yes 76. fallen for a friend: hard, knee shattering hard

Do You Believe In … 77. yourself: You have too, no one else will, well at least not as well as you do. 78. miracles: Hell no! 79. love at first sight: You meant lust at first sight?  Unless you are a Daemati, how can you fall in love with a soul by looking at them? 80. santa claus: Nope 81. kiss on the first date: Yes, find if that spark is there, no since in wasting your time if there is not a spark. 82. angels: There are people that are angels, they make the world better.

Other 83. current best friend’s name: Dana 84. eye colour: Emerald Greem 85. favourite movie: Don’t judge, but I will watch the Mummy over and over again.

[johnnyrebuniverse]

Let’s Get Personal Challenge

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

Jealousy(Robert DeLong) Genesis(Armors) Tennis Court(Lorde) Fool’s Game(This Century) Drive(Glades) Thorns(Luna Shadows)

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

I would meet my Grandmother. I never truly got to know her because she was in a hospital bed and could never speak to me. So I would meet her.

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

“A hero among commoners, Bacon nonetheless was an aristocrat who simmered over his lack of access to the governor’s inner circle.” (A Patriot’s History of the United States.)

4: What do you think about most?

I think about all the ways I can say hello and goodbye the next time I see her...

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

“Yeah tbh…”

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

Depends on how depressed I am. (No judging.)

7: What’s your strangest talent?

I can describe interpersonal struggles to a person’s life by merely looking into their eyes for at least 15-17 seconds.

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

Girls make better sweaters; Boys make rocks out of feathers.

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Yes actually. I was touched.

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

Just now. I always end up doing it when I listen to music.

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

Hmmmm, I’m terrified of holding someone's last words forever in my mind. Does that count?

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

Never. Q-Tips, are totally natural objects.

13: What’s your religion?

I am a follower of The lord Jesus Christ. :)(Christian)  Religion is relative and subjective.

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Running or working.

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Yes. Just yes.

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Gaah. Probably This Century.

17: What was the last lie you told?

That I was okay when they asked me how I felt about being stalked by my ex.

18: Do you believe in karma?

I believe in justice.

19: What does your URL mean?

It’s from the Civil War era, a common jock made by Union to Confederates soldiers.

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

What kind of weakness? Okay okay...fine. W-1: Giving too many second chances, loving too hard. S-1: Singing to bring people together, people, and running fast. W-2: When she runs her fingers through my hair(imma be honest) S-2: When she smiles at me and says I’m strong enough for both of us. :)

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

Oooooo! Emma Stone or Lorde(Ella Marija Lani Yelich-O'Connor.) :) #EmmaStoneandLordeisbae

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

Nope.

23: How do you vent your anger?

Guitar and singing or running...for a long time. It gives me time to think of how dumb I am.

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

Hmmm, I have a collection of loose leaf sketches I’ve made over the years.

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

Talking on the phone.

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

I’m happier with him that who he was, but still striving for better.

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

Sound I hate: Crying(breaks the heart) Sound I love: Laughter or piano bar jazz.

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

What if… I became all the things I swore to never be. Would I be loved?

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

I believe in certain spirits and the Holy Ghost. I like the idea of ghosts and aliens though.

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

Right: Nothing Left: Corkboard.

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

Book paper, wood and coffee.

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

Downtown Ohio.

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

East.

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

Lorde. (Ella Marija Lani Yelich-O'Connor)

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

To love, live, and strive for good things and give glory to God no matter how hard life becomes.

36: Define Art.

The expression of beautiful things through poetry, music, lyrics, painting, drawing and dancing.

37: Do you believe in luck?

No… mostly because i’ve never had any. lol

38: What’s the weather like right now?

Night. Hot. Florida… hot.

39: What time is it?

9:31 pm.

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

Not legally. Lol And yes.

41: What was the last book you read?

“Strategies for Academic Success.”

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Yeeessss.

43: Do you have any nicknames?

I have a few. :)

44: What was the last film you saw?

Despicable Me. (I got bored...very very bored.)

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

Broken heart. Lol (no but really) Dent in my forehead(still there) from a bike wreck.

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

Yup. it was kinda terrifying.

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

Yes...Her… Journalism. Lorde. Making people smile(it counts)

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

Heterosexual.

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

Yup, it wasn’t fun...at all.

50: Do you believe in magic?

Not unless chocolate cake counts.

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

No actually. I just have a lot of sadness for them.

52: What is your astrological sign?

Gemini/Virgo (I have two cause I’m special lol)

53: Do you save money or spend it?

Yes.

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

Mountain Dew.

55: Love or lust?

Yes.

56: In a relationship?

In heart, mind and spirit.. Waiting in body.

57: How many relationships have you had?

Two “relationships.” but no real ones.

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

Heck no.

59: Where were you yesterday?

School.

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

Yes... There is something pink on my wrist.

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

Always.

62: What’s your favourite animal?

Wolf, fox, hawk and J-raff’s. lol

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

What? None that i am aware of. Ask other people. lol

64: Where is your best friend?

I have few in many places.

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

@haileyisradsauce @champasaurus @toonimated @snarkies @kuvshinov-ilya

66: What is your heritage?

40 acres of land and a beautiful sky to share with someone special one day.

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

Writing.

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

Bound for hell.

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

What?

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

Not sure. I know me and I know my bad sides.

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Save the dang dog and show up with it to work, turning in my things and collecting my last pay check.

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

Probably only a few people. B. Hold her for all of them. C. Death is afraid of what comes after it. I am not.

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

Love is trust.

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Jealousy by Robert DeLong

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

HA! I don’t own a cell phone, ask my friends… h-hang on, let me e-mail’em real quick for you.

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Trust. And little reminders of how valued they are in your life.

77: How can I win your heart?

Pick the pieces up after it breaks. Or hold me… heck, touch my chin, with your index finger, run your fingers through my hair and whisper all kinds of stuff(if we’re being honest).

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Yes.

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

For her. Yes. But for me it’s driving me nuts cause i wanna just freaking love her out loud.

80: What size shoes do you wear?

10 ½ (That whole “foot size” thing isn’t true by the way *cough* living testimony.)

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

“Overrated and Underpaid.”

82: What is your favourite word?

“Lackadaisical” (Lazy)

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

Two hands holding a chipped heart over a cardboard box filled with newspaper. Huh…?

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

“You right” and “I got you”

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

“Holy Ghost” by BORNS. (<3)

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

Whichever creates a more beautiful illustration of my thoughts.

87: What is your current desktop picture?

My working  E.P. Album cover.

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

My mind.

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

“Why do you love me?” Because I’d be terrified if i didn’t tell or show you enough. Having to tell or show how truly i love you would break my heart for you and me. Every kiss would be held by a tear.

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Stare...drool…. Fall back asleep and hope it was a dream.

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Shape shifting.

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

July 19th 2017 11 p.m.

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

None. They’ve made who I am.

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Are we legit sleeping? Or “sleeping”? If we’re actually sleeping then I’m throwing a lock-in with Andrew Garfield. lol

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Well, I’m gonna go to her house and take her to Europe.

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

Not that I know of.

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

When i was like seven or so. Best pair of black corduroy overalls i ever had...ruined.

98: Ever been on a plane?

Nope.

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

“Testing...testing?”

[jayyng]

Do ALL OF THE ASKS COWARD (ily bb)

Holy shit that’s a lot of asks oof alright. (ily2 bb)

angel; do you have a nickname?

Sorta. Some people call me “J” or “Jng,” as Jng is my online alias. Most people just stick with Jason though

awe; how old are you?

17

baby; favorite color?

Red.

bloop; spirit animal?

Probably a guinea pig. I would say capybara but those things are really friendly

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

Book: Leah On the OffbeatMovie: Zootopia, probablySong: At the moment it’s probably “Lonely Dance” by Set it Off

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

Not really a stuffed animal. I had this blanket that I always slept with. For some reason, I never really slept with stuffed animals.

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

Honestly I’m not sure

bright; mermaids or fairies?

Neither tbh

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

Yeah

buttercup; showers or baths?

Showers for cleaning, baths to help with stress

butterfly; dream destination?

Manhattan, New York

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

I don’t know if this is asking whether I’m more religious or spiritual or if I am either of those two things. The answer is still no, neither.

calm; favorite scent?

Lilacs

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

I didn’t sleep last night

charming; have you ever been in love?

No, but I think I felt something close

cozy; eye/hair color?

Red hair with a blonde streak, bright blue eyes. Sometimes they look gray in certain lighting

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

Like time of day?? Sunset, probably

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

Lilacs

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

Ukulele

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

Can I say my guinea pig? If not my guinea pig, probably my laptop. Without it I wouldn’t be able to write or talk to some of the most important people in my life.

cutsie; what makes you happy?

Honestly not sure

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

I used to have very few friends and spent a lot of time alone, so I would walk down to the beach by myself sometimes and just kinda sit in the sand and look out at the water. 

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

I don’t care. Opinions of me don’t matter when I’m dead. I just want to know I made an impact in someone’s life. 

daylight; favorite album of all time?

Not sure. Either Duality by Set it Off or Pray for the Wicked by Panic! at the Disco

dear; zodiac sign?

Leo bb

delightful; concerts or museums?

Concerts. I’m a music geek

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

Yea

dobby; dream job?

In a perfect world, actor.

doll; how do you like to dress?

I wear the same thing every day. Jeans, some sort of t-shirt, sweatshirt.

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

Nope

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

I don’t currently have tattoos but in the future I want a tattoo of a rose on my left forearm and a semi-colon on one of my wrists

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

Not really, but you never know what’s out there

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

No.

fairy; do you have a pet?

I do! I have a guinea pig named Piper and a cat named Felix

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

Ocean

forever; where do you feel time stop?

There’s this large rock by the woods that I used to stop at when I walked home from school in middle school. I swear, time just didn’t exist there sometimes

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

Never tried

garden; how many languages do you know?

One. I took 3 years of Spanish class but I didn’t really learn anything

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

:)

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

Uhh

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

Depends on the content. I don’t personally like having anon enabled but I get why people do.

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

Uh fuck okay- Hair is kinda a nice color ig- My eyes are kinda pretty- Uhhh - My sense of humor maybe- I don’t know how to word what I’m trying to say but like,,,I guess I know where my loyalty lies? I know when a person isn’t worth it?

heart; silk or lace?

Silk

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

Coffee. There’s this white chocolate mocha cappuccino stuff that my sister let me try that was super fucking good. How do I take my coffee: sweet

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

Neither, really

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

White noise. I have to have a fan going at night, no matter how cold

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

Fall weather. Not too warm, not too cold. I can wear a sweatshirt and jeans and not die of frost bite or heatstroke

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

Usually just hang out and play video games. Lately though most of my weekends are spent working

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

Fuck idk, depends on the context

kinky; do you blush easily?

Sometimes

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

Um. I don’t know one specifically but. I do really like the kissing in the rain troupe. There’s a lot of romantic cliches I secretly want

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

Sunset

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

No artist specifically, but I do have a playlist for when I’m sad.

love; what is your favorite season and why?

Fall

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

Never really tried a macaron. Ice cream would probably be mint chocolate chip

magic; what are five flaws you have?

- Over emotional- Territorial- Kinda aggressive sometimes- Too “open” sometimes- Emotionally closed off

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

Cool darks

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

A dork who makes me laugh and I can be myself around

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

Arson

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

Usually scrolling though tumblr

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

I have a right to say no

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

I don’t do either

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

Messy but unique

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

I used to play flute. I can kinda play guitar and kinda play ukulele, too

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

I don’t 👉😎👉

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

I’m always a slut for raspberries

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

Fuck idk. The book is on the other side of the room and I’m too lazy to get it.

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

No idea

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

Probably uhhh being treated as a freak or an outcast for most of my life

shine; art or music?

Music

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

Sometimes

smitten; do you collect anything?

Yeah. Stuffed alpacas. Every convention I go to, I make it a mission to buy another alpaca.

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

4 I think

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

Reeses peanut butter cups 

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

No but I used to. Kodak video camera

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

Kinda. I have bracelets I wear on my wrist but most of them are rubber or leather. I usually have earrings in too

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

Sunset.

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

If I’m home then no headphones, but if I’m out then with headphones

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

Spongebob Squarepants

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

My room. It’s basically a nest

soothe; digital or vinyl?

Yes

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

Yes

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

Honesty and loyalty

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

Practical, as long as it’s semi organized

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

Sometimes

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

No.

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

Uhhh there’s a VA I really look up to. He’s super talented and down to earth and just everything I want to be. Not saying which one but those who talk to me know exactly who I’m talking about

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

Uhhh

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

Uhhhhhhhhhh

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl. Like, to the point where I’m still awake when the early birds are getting up.

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

Read minds

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

Yes

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

Yeah, little bit. Mostly just eyeliner

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

I’m usually organized except when it comes to my room, then I’m a mess

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

No and no

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

Yeah. I do a lot, actually. Not even because I believe it will come true, but because it just feels right