#was gonna try and rope my mum into coming with me but she's discovered she has plans :(

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Oh yeah did I mention I’m gonna try going to my first Pride event tomorrow? Yeah that’s gonna be fun hopefully.

[boston-boy-cevans]

Just Say Yes.

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Pairing: Professor Steve Rogers x F!Aus Reader.

Warnings: Language, Smut. Cute af Steve!

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Steve's face when he first felt the baby kick was priceless, you took a mental picture because you don't think you've seen him this happy before.

At 16 weeks, you've just started to show, though some days it just looks like you've had a big lunch. Your little peanut was growing perfectly, Dr. Danvers has been amazing, helping you every step of the way, giving you the information you need and setting you up with classes for parents to be.

Nat quit her TA job, she just couldn't stand being around Peggy every day from Monday to Friday, listening to her whine and moan about how you got the life she was supposed to have.

"His  kicking is so strong" Steve said happily.

"Or hers" you say looking over your parenting book at him rubbing your belly.

"He or she, it doesn't matter, this baby is part you and part me, so they'll be perfect" he smiles.

"As long as they have your eyelashes, nothing else matters" you chuckle "but for real"

"So are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?" Steve asked climbing up to face you.

"Definitely! I'm so excited, Nat is clueless" you reply.

"So, I read in a parenting book that sex doesn't hurt the baby" his hand rubs your side, his eyes fixated on your plump breasts that have grown at least a cup size in the past month alone.

"I bet you did" you giggle, you push him onto his back and straddle his hips, thank god Steve is only wearing his grey sweats today, you don't have to do much to feel how hard he is.

You both hastily rid yourselves of your clothing, tossing it aside carelessly.

You feel the tip of his cock tease your clit as you grab  the base, lining him up and sinking down into him you feel his cock filling you up inch my inch, making you feel complete.

You rest your forehead on his as you rock your hips, Steve thrusts up making you moan, you rest your hands on his chest as you begin to rock your hips.

"Ah fuck" Steve moans

You arch your back and your head falls, your orgasm drawing closer

Steve's hands on your hips hold you in place as he thrusts up hard and fast.

Your walls clench around him as you cum hard, your eyes roll back as you moan and fall forward. You forehead resting on Steve's as he chases his own release.

"Oh fuck, Y/N!" he grunts as he cums, rope by rope of his seed filling you.

You collapse next to him, both of you trying to catch your breath, a light layer of sweat covering your bodies.

"I love you" you smile looking over at Steve.

He rolls to his side, cupping your face and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

"I love you, too" he whispers.

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You and Steve show up to the restaurant at 7, Steve is in his light blue button up, and you're wearing the only dress that fits you at the moment, a navy knee length that comes in at the waist and flares out, Steve, of course is always a gentleman and helps you sit before sitting in his own chair.

"Hopefully this is the last time I'll have to dress up until after the baby come" you groan "I cannot shave my legs anymore"

Steve let's put a chuckle before ordering a drink, beer for him, water for you.

"Oh, heads up" he nods over towards the door.

Clint walks in with Natasha in arm.

"Ugh, they're so cute"

You both quickly look away, trying not to be discovered, menus in your faces to try cover up.

They're seated a few tables over to your right.

"I'm so excited" you whisper.

You order your mains then desert, keeping an eye on the couple to your right.

"When is he gonna do it? Like I'm getting twitchy ova here" you laugh.

"I think it'll happen when desert comes" Steve whispers

"Good, I didn't spend 2 hours helping him pick out a ring and lie to my best friend for nothin'" you whisper back.

“Oh here their comes desert” you say excitedly grabbing Steve’s forearm.

“Here comes ours too” he smiles, eyes on the waiter.

You watch Nat and Clint receive their desert, you say a polite ‘thank you’ as your own plate is placed down in front of you, your eyes glued to Clint.

“He’s not doing it, what’s taking him so long? If he backs out I swear I-“

“Y/N” Steve says clearing his throat.

You look at him, he’s not in his seat, he’s on the floor, on one knee.

“Steve”

“Y/N, i can’t even begin to explain in words how much I love you” he takes your hand in his “you make every day of my life better just by being in it”

You smile, tears brimming you eyes.

“When I think of the future, I see you, you are my future, and” he sighs “ I really hope you say yes” you both chuckle softly

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

You can’t hold back your tears any longer, they fall down your cheeks as you nod “yes”

Steve is up off the floor embracing you in a tight hug, he cups your cheek, wiping a tear with his thumb “I love you” he whispers, he places the ring on your finger before kissing you.

Steve’s eyes look behind you and he smiles, you turn around to see Nat and Clint, clapping along with other patrons, as you look around the restaurant you begin to recognise the people filling it.

Your friends from home, Tony with his wife and daughter, Your Professors from college and Steve’s friends, Sam and James.

“Mum, dad? What?” You day walking over to them, you watch as Steve walks towards his friends.

Your mum explains to you that Steve called your parents asking them for their blessing and inviting them out to the proposal.

“He’s a keeper, Y/N” your mum winks at you.

You hug them one more time before heading over to join Steve, standing next to Nat and Clint.

“So, I’m assuming you guys were in on this?” You ask lacing your fingers with Steves.

“It was so hard not telling you!” Nat rubs your arm “and I wanted to tell you literally every time I saw you!”

“Wait, so why did I go ring shopping with Clint?”

Steve scratches the back of his neck and breathes through his teeth nervously “um”

“To distract you so I could go ring shopping with Steve” Nat covers for him “you’re welcome by the way” she whispers and winks at you.

You spent the next hour talking to friends and family, they all congratulate you both on the engagement.

You say your goodbyes and head for home, nothing in this moment could stop you both from smiling from pure happiness.

Or so you thought.

[heyyyharry]

My Girl Series: Chapter 1 - Treehouse

…in which Y/N falls in love with the older boy next door who doesn’t feel the same.

Series description: Y/N falls in love with the older boy next door who doesn’t feel the same, years later they meet again at a funeral.

AU: actor!harry, older!harry, younger!y/n; (4-year age gap)

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"Y/N, would you like to go next?"

The little girl lifted her eyes from the pink notebook and looked around to find the whole class staring at her. She saw Melanie George walk back to her desk, cracking a smirk and thanking the other kids for praising her story about the Cinderella themed birthday party.

"Y/N," Mrs. Mai called again, this time raising both eyebrows at the nine-year-old who was slowly sinking into her chair and shaking her head fast.

Before coming to class that day, Y/N had wanted to share her story for the weekend assignment. She had worked so hard on it and she couldn't be prouder of herself. But after hearing all the other kids talk about cool things like trips to Disneyland, family vacations, and massive birthday parties, she was afraid that her story wasn't interesting enough and everyone would start making fun of her for it.

"It's okay, Y/N. Come up here and don't be shy," the teacher said with a smile, leaving the girl no choice but to bring her pink notebook to the front, and finally face her fear of public humiliation.

"I...Uh...My...My story is..."

As Y/N began to read aloud the words on the page, she could hear the other kids sniggering at her. In fact, it was all she could concentrate on as she wished to disappear from the face of Earth and never return again. But she knew it was never that easy. That moment in the classroom was her reality, and she could either face it or tell the teacher she couldn't continue anymore.

Just as Y/N was about to go for the latter option, she accidentally met a pair of blue eyes in the front row. The tiny girl named Celine gave her two thumbs-ups and the brightest smile she had ever seen, and that was all the encouragement she needed right then. Even though she didn't believe in herself, now she knew at least one person in that room might.

Mrs. Mai shushed the whole class, telling them to be quiet so Y/N could begin. "Go on, Y/N," she said. "Tell us, what does true happiness mean to you?"

With a quiet, trembling voice, and eyes on the notebook page, little Y/N began, "my definition of true happiness...is the boy next door. His name is Harry Styles."

Everyone, including the teacher, was taken aback by that intro. They had expected a less interesting version of Melanie George's story, something about tule skirts and pink tiaras, not a boy. But soon enough, the whole class fell to silence as the little girl, now with confidence, went on about the night she first met her lovely neighbor.

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Y/N met Harry a few weeks ago on a Wednesday night.

Her mum and dad were fighting again. In fact, she couldn't recall the last time they laughed during dinner or kissed each other on the cheek like the other parents did. She used to wonder about that a lot. But now that she was so used to their daily arguments, Y/N just took it at face value and accepted that not all parents were supposed to love each other.

Sometimes they fought about money, sometimes about people whose names she couldn't recognize. But that Wednesday night, things got so intense that her parents started throwing things, not at each other, but she heard glass shattered against the wall, and remembered how her mother used to say, ' a relationship, just like glass, couldn't be mended once broken.'

The little girl abandoned her room that night and ran to the backyard, where she could escape from the tension indoors, from reality, from all the broken things she couldn't fix, even if it was just for a little while.

Her mother used to try growing a garden out there, but it had been too long since she watered the plants or mowed the lawn. Now it didn't really look like a garden anymore. But Y/N loved it still. She loved how orderly the grass grew without the help of human hands; she loved to spot a few red and yellow wildflowers here and there, like little surprises the neglected garden had for her. Even so, she still couldn't help but fantasize about what was on the other side of the fence.

The Styles' backyard was a dream come true. That family grew all types of flowers you could possibly name; carnations, hydrangeas, daisies, lilies,...they had it all. Their lawn was always freshly trimmed, and the sprinklers came on every morning at 6AM, like an alarm clock for the whole garden. Y/N had always envied the kids over there for that magical place. She had never really met them, but she'd seen them a couple times before, a boy and a girl, both older than her.

But the main reason Y/N was so obsessed with her neighbor's yard was their treehouse. She had never seen the kids next door play in it, and the big tree was leaning towards her house more; so Y/N just assumed it also belonged to her family, therefore also belonged to her. All she had to do was climb on top of the fence, and from there, she could step on the lowest branch to reach for the rope ladder. Ever since the first time she'd discovered the place, it had become her most favorite hideout.

That night, however, as Y/N returned to her tree fort, she found out she wasn't the only one there.

"What are you doing in here, kid?"

The boy with dark brown hair immediately got up from the floor as he saw her at the entrance. He was a whole head taller than her, yet too skinny to beat her up. So even though that was his treehouse and she was the intruder, Y/N wasn't afraid of him.

Instead of apologizing, she put both hands on her hips and raised her voice at her green-eyed neighbor, "don't call me a kid, you're still a kid!"

The boy scoffed as he was surprised by her attitude.

"How old are you?" He asked

"Nine..."

"I'm thirteen. I'm older than you so you're a kid. Now get out!" The boy shouted at her, pointing a finger to the door. But as soon as Y/N burst into tears, he completely freaked out. He thought he was the reason, but it was actually a lot of things. She couldn't go back inside, she couldn't even stay in the treehouse where she felt safe. The girl didn't know what to do next, so she just started weeping.

The boy had never made a girl cry before, and now he remembered how his mother had always said, 'only weak men would pick on women'. So he felt really awful.

"Hey, kid...You know what? Maybe you can stay here for a little while," he said,, with a bit of hesitation and a hand on her shoulder, but somehow those words worked like a charm. Y/N quickly wiped away her tears, and looked the boy in the eyes as she smiled at him.

"You know who you remind me of?" He asked, leaving her confused.

"Who?"

"Bambi. You know, the deer in that Disney movie."

"I know who Bambi is." She glared at him. "But why?"

"You have pretty eyes but they're so sad, like Bambi's," he told her. "I'm gonna call you Bambi from now on."

Y/N didn't know why she felt offended by that nickname he'd just given her. "I have a name," she said. "It's Y/N."

"I'm Harry. Harry Styles," the boy introduced himself with confidence, and smiling, he said, "nice to meet you, Bambi."

And just like that, Y/N and Harry had become friends. They spent the rest of the night there, pretending like they were pirates and the treehouse was their ship, and their laughter somehow brought her gloomy garden back to life.

Harry told Y/N that she was more mature than the kids her age, therefore was qualified to hang out with him, and the girl couldn't be happier about that. Her life had been boring and repetitive before she met him, but that night she couldn't even fall asleep. She lied in bed, eyes opened, wide awake, waiting for the morning to come so she could see the boy again.

Harry Styles, without a doubt, was the definition of true happiness.

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"Hey, I really liked your story."

The soft voice pulled Y/N's attention away from her book as she looked up, receiving a smile from the tiny kid named Celine.

"Thank you. Wanna sit?" She said, patting on the spot beside her on the swing, and the curly haired one said yes in a heartbeat.

Y/N had never actually spoken to Celine Fischer before, but she had always noticed the girl, probably because Celine was the tiniest fourth grader she had ever seen. The boys in their class could say anything they wanted about her braces or her short legs, but no one could deny how special Celine was, it was her smooth brown skin and vivid blue eyes that made her stand out from all the others.

Y/N was very jealous of that. She'd read too much about female book characters with blue eyes, fair skin, and blonde hair to believe that someone like herself could be beautiful. But maybe those books had been all wrong. Celine didn't have all of those features, yet she thought Celine was beautiful, so there had to be someone out there who thought the same about her.

"What are you reading?" The tiny girl asked, leaning over to check out the book her new friend was holding.

"A Little Princess, by Frances Hodgson Burnett."

"Oooh, is it good?"

"It is."

"But there's no picture!"

"That's because only babies read picture books," Y/N said as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, proudly straightening her back when she saw the admiring look on Celine’s face. "You see, Harry is four years older than us. I don't want to act like a baby around him."

"Are you and Harry dating?"

Y/N told Celine to be quiet and looked around cautiously before she leaned in closer, asking her friend to do the same so she could whisper in her ear. "Don't tell anyone or else it won't come true."

"What won't come true?"

"Harry and I," she said under her breath. "I want to marry Harry when we grow up. But my mum said that if you told too many people about your dream, it'd be more unlikely to happen."

"Really?!" Celine gasped, and then swore to Y/N that she would never talk about her dream of becoming an actress again.

"Harry wants to be an actor!" Y/N exclaimed as soon as she heard the girl. "Maybe when Harry and I are married, you could be in the same movie with him."

The thought of that far future got both girls giggling in excitement. They spent the rest of their break-time on that swing, talking about so many other topics. And by the end of the day, they had become good friends.

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Despite her complicated family situation, Y/N was very close to her mother, who had taught her everything she needed to know about growing up as a girl. So when she turned eleven and got her first period, she wasn't afraid, actually, she was thrilled! She had been waiting for that day for so long just so she could finally be seen as a grown woman, or at least that was what her mother had told her. The first person she wanted to break the news to, besides her mother of course, was her next-door neighbor Harry.

The girl ran to his house right after breakfast, trying to contain her excitement, as she shouted out loud before even reaching his front door, "Harry, Harry, I got my first period!"

But her Harry was not alone on his porch. He was sitting in a circle with some kids his age, all were boys, and they were fooling around instead of studying like they should be. The older kids turned their heads at once to look at a confused Y/N when she stopped a few steps away from the porch. Then all of a sudden, they burst into laughter, leaving the little girl embarrassed despite not knowing what they were laughing about and why.

Harry immediately told everyone to shut up as he rose from the floor and walked over to take her hand. "My friends and I are busy right now." He leaned down and spoke to her softly, "you go home, alright? I'll talk to you later."

Y/N didn't get the implication so she announced her big news once again, just as loud and excited as she'd been before. "I got my first period! Mum said I'm an adult now!"

"You're ten years old!" Some kid on the porch shouted at her.

"I'm eleven! Get your facts straight!" She countered, causing Harry to snort as he found her angry little face and the way she stomped her feet quite adorable.

"Shut your mouth, Brian! We already know you can't do math!" Harry's remark made everyone laugh, and the chubby kid named Brian sat there in silence as his face turned red from being called out that way. Harry took everyone's distraction as an opportunity to walk his neighbor a bit further away from them, so their conversation wouldn't be heard or interrupted anymore.

He laid both hands on Y/N's small shoulders, then looked the girl in the eyes and started lecturing her, "you shouldn't tell everyone about this, Bambi. This should be personal."

"But..." His advice left a pouty frown on her face. "I thought it would make me cool..."

Fifteen-year-old Harry couldn't help but crack a smile as he heard those innocent words.

"It is very cool!" He said. "There's nothing wrong with it at all, and nobody should laugh at you for it." That was what he'd heard his mother say to his big sister Gemma a couple years ago, and she had also taught him about this kind of stuff. Now he knew enough to not act like an idiot and make fun of girls for the way they grew. "But only people who truly care about you will realize how cool it is that your body is changing. Dumb kids like Brian doesn't know anything and would just be mean to you."

"People who care about me?" She bit her lip to hold back a wide grin. "Like you?" When he nodded she felt like her heart was about to explode. "So...You think I'm a woman now, right?"

For that question, Harry shook his head. "You're only eleven, you're still a little girl. When you're older, like Gemma now, then you're a woman."

"But boys don't like little girls."

"That's not true. I'm a boy and I like you."

"You do?!" Y/N started grinning from ear to ear as soon as she heard him.

"Of course I do." Harry nodded fast, curving his pink lips into a solid smile as he said, "you're my girl."

Y/N didn't know what to reply, she was all flustered and blushing hard. She wasn't sure if Harry could see how happy he'd made her just by calling her his girl. Maybe he couldn't see it. Because her mother had said that boys wouldn't always see what you wanted them to see, like the way you twisted your hair around your finger because you were nervous around them, or the way your smile grew bigger only for them, or the frown on your face when they didn't notice you. Harry was a boy, after all, Y/N didn't expect him to see it. But she hoped that someday he might.

"Now go home, Bambi," the boy said as he stroked her head. "I'll see you later."

"At the treehouse?" She giggled, gripping the hem of her skirt tightly.

"At the treehouse," he confirmed with another smile, then returned to his front porch.

And so little Y/N walked home, humming the song on that cereal commercial her dad found annoying. In her head, she kept replaying the words 'my girl'.

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When Y/N turned thirteen, everything had changed.

Harry started spending less time with her and more time with his group of friends. Although she had Celine to keep her company, it would be a lie to say she didn't miss him. Every time she looked out of her window and saw him with his friends, some of whom were girls, all pretty and mature, Y/N felt overwhelmingly sad. She didn't know if it was considered a heartbreak, but she guessed it was close.

Her mother said when your heart broke for the person you truly loved, it would be one of the worst kinds of pain though it wasn't physical; it hurt you to the point you would never be the same again. Y/N knew it was gonna happen to her. What she didn't know, was exactly when.

"Bambi!"

The familiar voice made Y/N drop the book in her hand, and rush to the doorway of the treehouse to look down at a smiling Harry. He waved at her and she waved back with extra enthusiasm.

Seventeen-year-old Harry was a daydream come to life. He had one of the most beautiful faces Y/N had ever seen. She'd witnessed the girls in their town swoon and sigh as he came to Church on Sunday morning, or went for a run around the neighborhood. After all, he had always been handsome. But the older he grew, the more attractive he came to be.

Now his shoulders were broader, his legs were longer, and the features on his face became more prominent, like his high cheekbones and well-defined jawline. Soon he had turned into the perfect male protagonist in every romantic novel she was obsessed with. There were only two things that remained the same: his leaf green eyes, and the dimpled smile that shone like the morning sun.

"Reading?" He asked, looking up with both hands in his pockets, and there came that smile again.

"Yup." She nodded. "You coming up?"

Y/N was grinning from ear to ear. But a simple word 'no' had her torn to pieces.

"I can't, kid. I gotta go to this concert in an hour."

"Oh, sounds cool...Can I come?"

He breathed out a laugh, and the look he was giving her was already the answer she didn't want to hear. He told her she needed to be at least sixteen to get in, and since she was only thirteen he couldn't take her with him.

"But don't worry," he said. "I'll record videos for you."

"Oh...Okay. Have fun then."

Frowning, Y/N intended to turn away, when suddenly he called her by that dearest nickname again. She looked back at where he stood, still the same smile on his pretty face.

"I'll see you tomorrow, yeah? I can help you with your math homework," he said with dimples on his cheeks.

"Sure," she replied, just less excited this time as Harry returned to his house without looking back. Of course, she knew she was just a kid to him. He wasn't hers. He had never been hers. But at that moment while watching him walk away, Y/N began to feel like she was slowly losing him.

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After the concert that night, Harry came home very late.

It was nearly 12AM and Y/N was still awake because she, once again, waited until the last minute to study for an exam in two days. She saw headlights pulling over in front of the house next door, and went to her window to see if it was really him.

That was when she saw Harry get out of his car and come to open the door on the passenger side for his blonde-haired date. That girl was a real-life book character, blue eyes, glowing skin, golden locks falling right past her slim shoulders. She was everything Y/N had ever wanted to be. She was what Harry wanted.

Right now, it seemed like they were having a blast as they were both laughing while wrapping their arms around each other. Y/N knew she should just go to sleep, yet deep down inside, she was curious about the girl. So she dropped her homework and quietly left the house, heading to her backyard where she assumed they might be.

From the distance, she could see a light in the treehouse. Her heart was pounding as she had both hands linked and placed against her chest. Nobody else besides the two of them had entered that treehouse before. It was their fort, their hideout, their spot, theirs. But now as she was standing from afar, she saw Harry and the other girl up there. He had his arms wrapped around her waist and hers around his neck, their foreheads rested against each other, and he stared at her in a way he had never, and would never do to Y/N.

The thirteen-year-old felt like she couldn't breathe. She stood like a scarecrow in the middle of her backyard, with pain in her chest, looking at the couple of teenagers who were too lost in their own world to notice her.

Harry sat on the floor, pulling the girl down with him as he picked up the guitar in the corner and started playing her a song. He had told Y/N she was the first and only girl he'd ever sung to. Now, she was just the first. She couldn't hear what he was singing to the girl, but she bet it was beautiful, and her heart ached a little bit more. She didn't know why she was still standing there and torturing herself by watching them; but her feet had been glued to the grass and now she couldn't move.

Harry finally laid the guitar aside as he scooted closer, and so did the girl. They exchanged the same kind of look they had before, but this time he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against her lips.

At that very moment, Y/N's entire world came tumbling down right before her eyes. She felt as if someone had placed hot coal by her heart and left it there to slowly burn her from inside out, and now she was struggling to even breathe. Her tears began to fall and her chest tightened as she ran back inside the house, up to her room, and collapsed on the bed the second she got to it.

It was the first time in a very long time she had cried that hard. She cried like she had never cried before. She cried because it hurt so much. That invisible pain felt worse than the time she crashed her bike into a tree, worse than when she saw her mother sobbing on the kitchen floor and her dad drunkenly shouting at everything in his sight.

So that was it then. That was what it felt like to have your heart broken by someone you truly loved. And it was much much worse than what she had imagined it would feel like. The biggest question then, was how long it was gonna last.

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Ever since that night, Y/N had decided to stay away from the treehouse and Harry too. She doubted that he knew the reason she was avoiding him, but it seemed like he didn't care anyway. He didn't even come over to help her with her math homework like he had promised. However, she couldn't blame him. He had a girlfriend and his own life now, and if he didn't want to include her in it, then she didn't want to be a part of it.

"I saw Harry's girlfriend holding hand with someone else today," Celine told her while they were having a sleepover. It'd been two months since Y/N witnessed the treehouse kiss, and as much as she'd like to act calm and cool about this news, she couldn't stop the worrisome from showing on her face.

"Do you think she's cheating on Harry?" She asked, and sighed in relief when Celine said no.

"They broke up last week I think. My brother's friends with that girl, he told me so."

Y/N didn't say anything else and carried on with the book in her hand. Though she never asked Celine about Harry again, she did wonder if he'd felt heartbroken or even cried as much as she had over him. She used to know everything about him and vice versa; now she had to make up her own version of what was going on in his life.

What could be sadder than that?

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A year had passed in a blink of an eye and Harry had finally finished high school. Y/N didn't attend his graduation, but Celine told her all about it because she'd come to support her brother. From what Y/N had heard, she wanted to turn eighteen and finish high school as well, so she could finally leave Holmes Chapel for good.

She used to tell Harry that she wanted to become a writer, and one day she would write a movie for him to play the main character. Little did she knew, she'd already written one. He was the main character in every single entry in her journal. After everything, after the silence, the getting over him, the acting like they'd never been friends, she missed him terribly, more than she was willing to admit.

"Y/N! Harry is here to see you!"

Y/N thought she was dreaming when she heard her mother's voice from the front door. She needed to double check by pinching herself to make sure everything was real, and quickly ran downstairs, afraid that he couldn't be patient enough to wait for her.

"Mum, where's Harry?" She asked in shock as her mother walked back inside after closing the door.

"He just left, but he told you to meet him at his treehouse."

Y/N didn't hesitate, not even for a second.

She ran for her life to the backyard, trying to catch her breath as she made it to the big tree. Now tall enough to get on the lowest branch without the help of the fence, the girl climbed up the rope ladder, to their place, where the boy she loved was waiting for her.

Harry turned his head as soon as he heard her voice at the entrance. He got up from the dusty wooden floor, smiling at the girl. Now they were standing in the same spots on the night they first met. His eyes were still as green as she remembered. They were every hue of the summer forest, accentuated by his tanned complexion and his dark brown strands. She had always written about how that beautiful shade of green would bring her home and give her hope no matter what happened. But this time, hope wasn't what she saw. Instead, it was a mixture of sadness and regret. She could only wish that her instinct was wrong.

They sat down side by side on the edge of their little house with bare feet dangling in the air. It was dark outside, and the calming sound of crickets singing was like a celebration song to welcome another summer. It had been too long since the last time they got to be together like that. She stole a secret glance at the boy she loved who was staring blankly ahead, then she smiled, loving how everything still felt the same, at least for her.

The conversation began with small talks about school, about his sister and his mum, about Celine, about her parents' fight every single night. She was waiting for him to mention his ex-girlfriend, or maybe new girlfriend, but he didn't. He didn't say a word about any other girl, and she was thankful for that.

But then, after taking what seemed like the longest pause ever, Harry finally said what he was there to say, "I'm leaving tomorrow morning. To London."

Y/N could feel her entire body turn to stone as those words left his mouth. She released a nervous laugh and asked him if he was only joking, to which he shook his head and confirmed that he was serious.

He told her he'd got accepted into a film school, and he couldn't wait to pursue his childhood dream of being a famous actor. But what about her dream, the one that she had told Celine when they first became friends, did this mean her dream would never come true?

"I'll come back and visit you next summer," he said. But she knew it was a lie. It really was a lie. He didn't come back for her, not next summer, or the one after that. "I wanted to see you one last time before I left...Bambi, say something."

There it was, that nickname again. She used to hate it so much because she didn't want to be that weak and innocent Disney character in his eyes, she wanted to be strong and mature enough for him. But now that she knew she would never get to hear him call her that again, she wanted to burst out crying immediately. Taking a deep breath and holding back the tears that were forming in her eyes, she turned to look at him.

"I'm really happy for you, H," she said with a sad smile. And she believed, as a boy, he couldn't see it.

Harry smiled back at her, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. He told her to be strong when he wasn't around, and take care of herself even though he knew there was also Celine.

"This treehouse is all yours now," he told her. "Please look after it?"

"I will," she gave him her words, silently swearing to herself that she would never let anyone else enter their place, ever.

It was late, and Harry was about to say his last goodbye, but Y/N cut him off just as he opened his mouth. "Harry...Can I ask you for one last favor?"

"Anything, kid. Tell me."

"Can you...Uhm...Will you..." She exhaled deeply and took his hand in hers. "Will you be my first kiss?"

At first, Harry thought the girl was kidding. However, the look in her eyes told him otherwise, and the grin slowly faded from his handsome face. "I don't think I should be your first kiss, Y/N. You should save it for the boy you like."

"But you...are the boy I like."

That sentence got Harry all tongue-tied.

He didn't know what to say. He was eighteen and she was fourteen. She was too young. Even though she wanted him to be her first kiss, and had kindly asked him to, he didn't think he could do it without feeling guilty. So he just sat there, motionless, while staring at her with his eyes widened and mouth agape.

Y/N, on the other hand, had lost her patience. If that was gonna be their last goodbye, she would make it meaningful. Without saying another word, she cupped his face and brought her lips to his, only to pull away a second later. It was barely what one would call a kiss, but to her it was everything.

Without waiting for his reaction, she stood up and hurried her way down the ladder. She landed on her feet and ran as fast as she could back to her house, away from the tree, away from Harry, and she didn't look back, not even once.

The next morning, when she woke up, he had already gone. She did come over and knock on his door, but his mother Anne answered it and said he had left before sunrise. So Y/N walked home once again with her head hung low. She thought about last night, about her first kiss, about him, and in her head, she replayed the same two words he had said to her many years ago.

His girl.

[iwritethat]

Dick Grayson/Wally West: Haunted House

A/N: I couldn’t decide on who to pair you with, so it becomes a low-key competition... lol sorry...

(D/n) = dogs name

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The spooky season had once again rolled around, it was the only time of year where your more evil appearance was widely accepted, often complimented, on one night a year.

As such, it was an occasion to celebrate in your opinion and you'd just finished applying webbing to your beautiful chandelier as well as adjusting the lights so they flickered - it was annual tradition to scare up your gothic-like estate with only the best horror additions.

A solemn knock interrupted your voluntary duties, with a hint of excitement you opened the door only to be met with a gruesome welcome - a crossbow pointed straight at you.

“We don’t want to kill the vam- woah -beauty! Why would you do that?!” The tallest male exclaimed, pushing the weapon down so quickly you almost missed it, then his partner seemed unsure but you could tell a hunter from a mile away - although you didn’t expect two well known vigilantes to partake in such pastimes.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing both men by their collars and dragging them into your mansion eyes aglow with anger as you were almost in the firing line.

“That’s just plain rude, think of who could’ve seen you! Damn hunters, why couldn’t you wait until later like the rest of them?!” You reprimanded the two who seemed confused by your declaration - Flash now pulling out his wooden stake and the other once again raising his weapon on the defensive.

In theory you understood, you had literally violated their personal space and threw the two into your library. It didn’t help matters when you sped around them, tying them to respective chairs and standing before them now they were disarmed and immobile.

“This is why I got out my crossbow! Just in case she was one of the bad ones!” Nightwing bitterly whispered, Flash tiredly rolling his eyes.

“Bad ones? I can’t deal with this right now I’m expecting visitors, and not hunters as they annually try to kill me in the dead of night to avoid witnesses.”

“Every year? Then why don’t you leave Gotham?” Nightwing questioned, intrigued by this side of a vampire - the last few he’d met were driven by bloodlust and murder leaving him no choice but to bring them to the appropriate hunters but he was well aware of those who caused no harm.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you. This is exactly why I hate Halloween! I’m so tired of attempted murder and when I defend myself, I’m the monster even though you lot should get arrested for breaking and entering at the very least!” You heaved an exasperated sigh after your unexpected rant, voice filled with emotion which left the two in silence.

The eery ring of your doorbell captured you attention regardless of the inconvient timing, fingers carelessly hitting the buzzer as you spoke.

“Hell-“

“Trick or Treat!” A gang of 4 young children gladly sang in unison and it was enough to perk up your attitude.

“Hm, dessert has arrived~”

“If you harm any of those kids then I’ll have no choice but to imprison you!”

You didn’t bother with a reply, speeding to the door and welcoming the group with a terrifying smile, fangs and eyes on full display arousing shrill screams from the kids.

You stepped aside with a smirk and despite their better instincts, of course they stepped inside completely enthralled by your spooky interior as they quietly investigated.

With your whistle a flurry of bats flew down to the group as they hurried up your grand staircase encountering your beloved wolf who howled in their wake - no doubt your house and setups would keep them entertained for the next 20 minutes as they walked through your haunted maze.

Instantly you rushed back to your library only to find a bundle of rope and lack of captives leaving you to mutter a string of curses before venturing through your home looking for hunters as well as keeping an eye on your other mischievous guests. An echoing meow filled your ears and beckoned you to your spare bedroom where you discovered the 4 children huddled on the creaking bed.

“Now, I warned you about my house and you were brave to enter but I don’t think you’ll be able to escape before I eat you~” Came your sadistic tone, your black cat rubbing against your leg before meowing at the gang again who only shook in terror when you bared you’re fangs at them.

However you heard an unscripted creek on the floorboards behind you and against your proud nature allowed the hunter to take you to the ground.

“Nightwing is here to save us!” One of the children cheered rather happily as they ran over to grab the loose stake. Flash soon made an appearance, ushering the group to follow him yet stumbled onto the floor when your growling protector confronted him.

“(D/n), bene est! Bene est!” You’d commanded as you remained indisposed, reluctantly your wolf looked to you in understanding meanwhile one of the children hugged the furball before running past him.

“Can’t catch us this time Miss Vampire, we have superheroes on our side!” Another giggled as the squad hurried to your lounge where they’d be met with ghostly occurrences that’d no doubt make them jump.

“What - why would you do that?!” Nightwing was awestruck, and with it you were quick to use your strength to pin him to the ground thus flipping your positions.

“That was Latin! You told your wolf ‘it’s okay’, and you heard me coming too - you could’ve easily dodged and yet you waited until the kids left before you took the upper hand.” Nightwing recalled your actions having already analysed them much to your annoyance.

“Kids need their heroes to fight the monsters and win - especially in Gotham. Now would you stay out of my way before I kill you, I have a goddamn reputation to uphold!” You bit back, sighing in frustration thinking of the unscheduled commotion they’d caused.

“If that’s what you wanted, you would’ve killed us already and I don’t think you ever had the intention of feeding on those kids either...” The speedster commented, offering his hand to you after he’d brushed himself off still keeping a wary eye on your pet.

“Look we can argue about my morals once I’m finished with -“ However, you were interrupted by ear splitting cries of the children and you couldn’t help but wickedly grin.

“Perfect, they fell into my trap.” Instinctively, your body morphed to that of a bat and you flew straight down to the staircase landing only to cut their flee short.

The children skidded to a halt before the demonic bat, only silencing out of fear whilst you turned back to your more recognisable form smiling at the phantom holograms that lingered behind the group.

“Now you’re cornered my darlings, which one should I feed in first Hm?” You winked at them, hands on your hips as you awaited a response from the quaking four.

Although you were interrupted, Flash speeding around you and entangling your legs with thick rope and stopping behind the group of children.

“I don’t think I’m strong enough on my own so I’m gonna need your help to pull okay guys?” The male winked at you, somehow aware of exactly what you were doing but you couldn’t help but nod in gratitude.

Nightwing soon followed on, also willing to participate in the uncommon theatrics.

“Ready, 1,2,3!”

At his command you playfully fell to the ground, ankles hopelessly incarcerated whilst you awaited your final judgement from surrounding opponents.

You remained comfortably seated on the landing rug, leaning back on your hands with the 4 children rather proud of themselves no doubt and the two vigilantes admiring the unusual scene. You squinted your eyes closed as the boy pulled the stake from his backpack - this wasn’t apart of the plan and you could kill them all in one fatal swoop but that wasn’t who you were after all.

“Boop!” The boy happily chimed, lightly bonking your nose with the blunt end of the stake.

Once blinking them open you fell back on the floor, hand clutching your heart as you dramatically illustrated your final moments.

“Oh mighty vampire slayer, you’ve killed the most dangerous vampire in Gotham!”

“Woohoo!” The children cheered running back down the stairs in triumph as your nails sliced your restraints and were met with a crouching Nightwing who gave a knowing smile accompanied with a brief check of your figure for unintended injuries and once on your feet you both followed the path of the children.

“Thanks (Y/n), you’re totally awesome! And my mum made you cupcakes to say thank you, I put them on the table okay!” The young girl gleefully encouraged after bombarding your cold frame in a tight hug, the other three instantly joining her - the force of which almost knocking you over but you tousled their hair with a kind smile.

“Yeah yeah, anyway it’s getting late, grab your candy and get home safe okay. Happy Halloween dorks!” Came your response once the bats had followed the children out only adding to their excitement and you pleasingly shut the large doors with an echoing slam.

"I told you it's the best Haunted House ever!"

"Yeah it's super scary and the vampire lady is really pretty too even though her fake fangs could eat me!"

You were thankful for your heightened senses and wore a small kind smile as the group ran out of your front garden, each with varying degrees of contrasting terror and enjoyment but it was what made your efforts worth it. With that you spun to face your remaining guests who seemed somewhat bewildered by the sudden twist of the evenings events.

"Well? If you're going to kill me then get on with it, I may be immortal but I've got places to be too."

“After that? No way, I’ve never seen a child look so happy - honestly all this is amazing!” Flash removed his mask, then introducing himself as Wally West as he properly took in the area.

“I do it every year, create the best Haunted House in Gotham and the neighbourhood kids spread the word - I get a bunch of them every year but obviously you two had to interrupt my last visit huh?” It was a subtle snide comment, a raised brow emphasising your disapproval but you remained warm in nature.

“You’re definitely no monster (Y/n)...”

“But I am, and you know it too. That’s why you came in the first place isn’t it?” It was a skilful counter to Nightwing’s remark and a valid one too as you covered the basket of cupcakes.

“We came to see if you were a threat but, do you think you’d consider maybe working with us? I know it’s short notice but if you feel like making a difference then I’d welcome your company.” Nightwing sheepishly explained, running hand through his hair as you heard his heart rate increase.

“Also we know what you meant by ‘dessert’ now, which means you can eat our food?” Wally seemed oddly passionate about this discovery as you handed him one of the sweet treats and more likely had a follow up inquiry but you respectively answered their questions.

“Blood is my source of nutrients and like humans eat junk food, I can eat for pleasure too but it’s not necessary to my survival.”

“Then do you want to grab a bite, now? I mean if you’re up for it, I’ll pay of course - for all the trouble I’ve caused you tonight.” Now that invitation was seemingly a private one from Nightwing but alas, Wally did not agree.

“I’m down for the dinner thing, we can head out after Dick has changed.” The Flash disappeared in a second, reappearing before you could even register his absence in civilian attire and a duffle bag was thrown at his partner.

“Dude - What happened to secret identities?!”

“Bro, (Y/n) is a vamp, you’ll smell and sound the same to her anyway. Right babe?”

“Correct. Heightened senses and all, but I’m not going to say anything, besides you both know I’m a Vampire so we’re even.” You shrugged, pleased with this latest development - you had friends but none that knew your secret.

“But if you don’t want to come, I’m fine with taking (Y/n) out on my own and -.”

“No! Ahem, no, give me 2 minutes...” Dick eagerly interrupted, yourself pointing to your bathroom with a hopeless smile at his behaviour.

“Well, it’ll get me away from the hunters who no doubt are on their way to kill me as we speak.” Regardless of the dire circumstances you remained cheerful, Dick returned dressed appropriately as your unlikely trio left your mansion.

“What else are these heightened senses good for then?” Dick politely inquired, the idea of having a vampire companion still purely entrancing for them.

“Telling when a person develops a crush for a start~”

Immediately the two froze in place, exchanging a surprised glance with each other and silently agreeing that the competition for your heart was on but you were simply content with having the prospects of helping humankind that came with the two vigilantes.

[minijenn]

Gonna run to my mum’s house for most of the rest of the afternoon but I did manage to get some cute shit written for this chapter before I go so here have some Bonding: 

“Uh… weird question, but… do any of you guys know anything about sailing?”

“Are you kidding, of course I do!” Sora exclaimed confidently. Perhaps a bit too confidently though, something that Donald was quick to call him out on. 

“No, you don’t,” the magician argued flatly. 

“Eh, how hard could it be?” the Keybearer shrugged, going over to join Moana. She readily handed the rope over to him, pointing out the boat’s rudder in the process as well as she held onto the oar to be of some assistance when it came to steering. “Ok, so you just take this…” Sora began, somewhat unsteadily pulling on the sail only for the boat to turn in a fast, full circle as a result. Moana sent him a rather knowing look at this, though even so, he tried his best to play it off with a flustered laugh before trying again. “Alright, so this thing does… um…” his smile ultimately fell as he reached for the rudder, hesitating lest he end up turning the boat completely around altogether. “Ok, ok, I’ve got it this time, I know it,” he shook his head, gripping the sail’s rope tightly once more, only for Moana to do the same. 

“You don’t actually know a single thing about sailing, do you, Sora?” she asked with an empathetic smile. 

“What? No, I totally…” Sora trailed off, letting out a small, defeated sigh as he admitted the truth. “Don’t. Sorry.”

“Heh, don’t worry about it,” Moana laughed warmly. “You’re definitely not alone on that front.” Her humorous manner dropped as she looked back out to the sea once more somewhat diffidently. “You know, it’s kinda funny… My people, they were descended from voyagers. They used to sail all over the great sea, discovering new islands everywhere they went! Then… thanks to Maui stealing the heart of Te Fiti… they just… stopped. Without the heart, monsters started coming out of the ocean and… I guess it just scared everyone into staying on land.”

“...Is that why you’ve never left your island until now?” Sora asked, curious. 

Moana nodded, gripping her necklace that contained the heart of Te Fiti safely within. “M-my… my grandmother told me the Ocean chose me for a reason, but… why would it choose someone who doesn’t even know how to sail…?”

Sora paused, thinking over this bout of doubt before offering her the most natural response he could think of. “Maybe… it’s not about sailing. Maybe the Ocean chose you because it knows you can do something that nobody else can.”

“You think so?” Moana smiled over to him, hopeful. “Well, I’d love to know what that something is… But, I guess that’s why I’m out here in the first place, huh? To find out.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” Sora began, leaning back as he looked to the clear skies ahead. “When I first left my island, I didn’t really know what I was doing either. I was lost and alone and scared and all I wanted to do was find my friends and get back home. But then… I met Donald and Goofy,” he nodded up to his companions as they sat a bit ahead on the boat. Both of them gladly returned his nostalgic smile, remembering that meeting and their very first adventure together just as well as the Keybearer himself did. “And… believe it or not, they were the ones who helped me find my way.”

“Find your way…” Moana repeated, largely to herself as she wondered exactly who she had to help her find her own way. Especially now that one of the only people she’d always looked to for guidance was gone.

[asksansweredpdf]

65 questions youre not used to

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? not until now

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? hm like a 3? i talk to spirits so sometimes i worry that they’re around

3. The person you would never want to meet? someone i used to know who things are now awkward with

4. What is your favorite word? oblong or shenanigans 

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? idk like a mulberry tree

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? that my hair was sticking up from my sleep

7. What shirt are you wearing? pink &  blue stipy crop

8. What do you label yourself as? flamboyant & eccentric 

9. Bright room or dark room? dark room

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? finishing infinity war or reading fanfic sjdfhjlkf

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? 20

12. Who told you they loved you last? probably my old best friend dom

13. Your worst enemy? i dont really have any enemies. i try to get on with everyone or keep to myself if that’s not possible

14. What is your current desktop picture? a scene from kiki’s delivery service with a window near some greenery

15. Do you like someone? not romantically no. i only ever go to work and work romances are inappropriate

16. The last song you listened to? pussy is gof

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? id like to say someone like trump, but i think his death wouldn’t really lead to much positive change. maybe a billionaire with an heir who would do better with what they have? i’lll have to research this

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? nobody immediately springs to mind. 

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? technically i’d make someone like jeff bezos my slave and then force him to give his money to the homeless, or to pay his workers a higher wage, or something to that anti-capitalist extent. maybe i’d force major ceos to try and combat global warming if it isnt too late

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) everyone says my eyes - and i do like them, but im inclined to say my hair. i love my hair so much

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? id be super hot with colourings like zayn malik or rdj and id probably immediately jack off dsfjlkdsjfkl

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? no serious answers come to mind

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? asking people for a favour/for help. answering the phone when im not at work

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. my subway usual! white bread, chicken stips with melted cheese, cucumber, capsicum, olives, jalepenos, honey mustard sauce, salt and pepper

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? probably use it to save for a car, or to help fund dad’s trip to america/england that i got roped into having to pay for

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? i have work tomorrow :/ but i guess if i could get out of that i’d go to greece or something?

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? ive never had expensive alcohol so i’d probably get like a scotch whiskey or some usual vodka (but pre-mixed. i always puke when i mix vodka myself)

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? YEEEESSSS, um first rule would be that everyone gets food/shelter/water for free. regardless of who you are. 

29. What is your favorite expletive? used to be shit, now i think it’s just fuck.

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? my phone

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? g o d. i think i’d erase either my 18th birthday or the day we first moved into the house im living in now

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! fuck yeah i’d go live with harry styles or someone in america or england or whatever. maybe canada. canada seems cool. 

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? my mum’s father! i’ve always wanted to meet him. we have a lot in common from what i’m told (i was 2 when he died so i dont even remember him). but we’re both leos! we both love dancing and we both love music and singing (he was a musician. and music is like.....all i have). we both like cigarettes and swearing. we both had shit mothers. he seems a cool dude. he had that leo generosity and gave my mum a car and money when she needed it and i never had a good person/parent like that around and i’d love to know him and now im getting sad so. did not see that coming round the corner

34. What was your last dream about? this is going to sound weird but it was about this gross old fat dude sitting in a car next to me (i think my family started driving people around for money in my dream) and he started feeling me up and i told him off. 

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? person? artist? singer? student? worker? nope. im not good at much. 

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? yeah twice that i can recall atm. once when i was 9 months for having a cyst on my ovary, and once when i was 19 for having gastro and puking non-stop.

37. Have you ever built a snowman? nah i wish. it doesnt snow in australia

38. What is the color of your socks? im not wearing any atm but the last pair i wore were red and black deadpool ones

39. What type of music do you like? GOD okay my answer is any type of music. but it has to be good. upbeat music? 

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? sunsets

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? vanilla or caramel

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer) i dont give a shit about sports

43. Do you have any scars? yeah i have one on my lower stomach from the surgery i got for my ovary cyst, one on my right hand from opening a tin of tuna and slicing my hand immediately (i later got food poisoning), i have some embarrassing ass self harm scars on my thighs, and i think that’s it? 

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? well i graduate uni in just over a week (next saturday) and i have no clue. at the moment i just want to get a job that has a set amount of hours and a set/steady pay and doesnt make me anxious. a desk job that i’m not terrible at. then i can move out. and once im moved out i wont be in survival mode, and maybe then i can start dreaming. but for now im desperate enough to not even have dreams or wants. 

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? i would make me more assertive and less anxious. and a bit more funny. a bit more like an aries or a leo. i think i will be more like this when im moved out and secure with a consistent job and consistent living space. i havent had that for like 6 years.

46. Are you reliable? very

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? god what a question. where should i work? and should i get a motorbike or a car? and id just ask for general advice

48. Do you hold grudges? absolutely. to be fair, i consider myself a very understanding and fair person, so it takes a lot to get me mad. but once im there, it’s usually justified and hard to change my mind. 

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? like maybe a bird and a lion. imagine a flying lion. that’d be sick

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? out of what immediately springs to mind i have 2 equally strong contenders: 1) me, introducing myself to a worker on the first day at my job - “hi, i’m ____ by the way. i don’t think i’ve introduced myself to you yet” “i know.” “oh! sorry haha im just really bad with names and faces haha” "yeah. we went to school together. *walks away*  2) coworker: so how many babies do you think we’ll have to sacrifice to get a bigger back room? me: ........at least 1 million coworker: 1 million? wow! i was thinking like 7! me: 7? wow i really went overboard there. but wait! what counts as a baby? are there age or weight restrictions or? coworker: hm i think it’s like anyone under the age of 4 me: oh under 4? so if you kill a 5 year old and sacrifice it, then you’ve just wasted a kill and it doesn’t count? coworker: yeah pretty much.....i’ve done that a few times, actually. their parents were not happy me: yeah i’d imagine just as much. imagine having to have that conversation with their parents like ‘uhh sorry about that’ coworker: yeah and it was all for nothing too

51. Are you a good liar? yes, when i know the people and situation well. i usually plan out my lies in advance, but for whatever reason im actually a better liar when im thinking on my feet and improvising the lies. have no idea how or why. 

52. How long could you go without talking? fucking forever. i’m great at talking, a very good conversationalist. but fuck i love not having to talk to people. it’s so much effort. 

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? my mum cut a fringe for me when i was 12. 

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? all the time! i love baking

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? nope

56. What do you like on your toast? vegemite, egg, honey & peanut butter, sometimes jam (mostly when im high)

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? captain phasma

58. What would be you dream car? a 59 cadillac, or most ferraris 

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. i dont usually sing in the shower, but i do enjoy a good shower dance routine

60. Do you believe in aliens? for sure! our universe is too huge and constantly expanding for there to be just us

61. Do you often read your horoscope? god you dont even want to know how much i fucking love astrology. astrology is my mind. it occupies about 1/3 of all my thoughts and i immediately try to figure out people’s signs within the first .... maybe 5 seconds of meeting them.

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? maybe p or r or v

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? dinosaurs

64. What do you think about babies? cute when they’re not mine and i can give them back to their mothers after 5 minutes

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.