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geekygee01 · 3 years

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My WIP List

Criminal Minds

Aaron x Reader x Matt (fluff) (requested) You, Matt and Aaron go on vacation together, you see something you want up high and the others watch, finding you adorable. You eventually try climbing up to get it but get too scared to come back down, needing your boys to come help you.

Aaron Hotchner x reader (ABO) (not requested) You are an omega on the team (keeping it a secret cause you’re technically not allowed). Your current case lasts longer than anticipated and you run out of suppressants. Everyone wants to claim you.

BAU team x reader (smut) (not requested) You are the teams sub, when you disobey a direct order Hotch decides to discipline you in front of everyone.

Emily x reader x JJ (smut) (not requested) Emily/JJ are in an established relationship. They occasionally bring you into the fray. (Take a picture, it will last longer) which leads to them filming it.

Luke Alvez x reader (fluff) (not requested) High school au. You are a quiet nerd, Luke is a jock you have to tutor. Luke purposefully flunked so he could get you alone.

MARVEL

Bruce x reader (dark) (not requested) You have latent mutant abilities which hinder the powers of others. Bruce realises this means he can finally have children

Bruce x reader (fluff and angst) (not requested) You share a body with a primordial entity who occassionally hurts people. Bruce is the only one that understands.

Bruce x reader (angst and fluff) (not requested) Bruce and you have been friends for a while but Bruce refuses your advances because of the hulk. After he goes on a rampage but calms down with you he realises that the hulk would never hurt you.

Bucky x Reader (requested) You are Peggy’s sister and also get the supersoldier serum. You end up in Hydra’s hands and are turned into a lethal assassin, forging a bond between you and Bucky.

Bucky x Reader x Steve (fluff and smut) (requested) You get hurt during a mission and they’re at your bedside taking care of you.

Bucky x Reader (dark) (requested) Dark Bucky kidnapping you for Ronin to have his way with her

Bucky x Reader (dark) (not requested) Forties era; you are an omega in heat and Bucky stumbles upon you. He decides to ‘help’ you through your heat (could be winter soldier version)

Clint x reader x Nat (smut) (not requested) You’re all on a mission, but currently it’s just boring stakeout duty. You find some fun ways to pass the time. Too bad you get a bit distracted and almost blow the mission

Loki x Reader (darkish) (not requested) You are a slave on Sakaar and the Grandmaster has gifted you to Loki

Loki x reader (dark) (not requested) Loki wins the battle of New York and has control of earth. (controlled) Thor is ruling over Asgard (or vice versa). You are chosen to be Loki’s wife

Loki x reader (dark) (not requested) You were Thor’s best friend and lover. Ignoring Loki even though he loved you. When Loki takes over Asgard he forces you to be his wife

Peter Parker x Reader (dark) (not requested) The soul world has weird effects on Peter, coming back to find you have moved on does not go over well

Stephen x reader (dark) (not requested) Stephen is obssessed with you. Every-time you try to run or kill yourself he resets time. He puts you in a time frozen place so you can be together forever

Steve x reader x Bucky (possibly dark) (not requested) Steve has never been with a woman before and Bucky makes it his mission to fix that. You were expecting a tame night with America’s golden boy but that is not what you are in for.

Steve x Reader (fluff) (requested) You get very drunk and Steve takes care of you.

Steve x Reader (dark) (not requested) You are Tony’s secretary or PA with a major crush on Steve, but he is always with pretty women like Nat and Sharon so you never approach him. Little did you know he likes you too, and he’s getting tired of waiting

Steve x Reader (dark) (not requested) Steve (purposely) sabotages your date and then comforts you afterwards.

Steve x Reader (dark) (not requested) You are an Omega on the team, Steve with his 40′s views doesn’t take too kindly to an unmated Omega flaunting around.

Steve x Reader (dark) (not requested) Hydra was the one who unfroze Steve and brainwashed him, having the perfect soldier to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D. During the events of CA:TWS he shows his true colours.

Steve x reader (darkish) (not requested) You and Steve have been together for a while. He has certain thoughts and ideals when it comes to your relationship. Whenever you don’t agree he gets creative.

Steve x reader (potentially dark) (not requested) Steve keeps track of your cycle and tends to get very horny when you’re ovulating. He’s desperate for the perfect family.

Steve x reader x Bucky (dark) (not requested) Bucky and you are in an established relationship and Steve pines from afar. Steve never admits/does anything cause he wants Bucky to be happy. Steve misinterprets something Bucky says and makes his move.

Thor x Reader (fluff) (requested) Thor and you are insufferably in love and he saves you one day and you finally kiss.

Thor x reader (ABO) (not requested) Your heat hits when it’s just you, Tony and Bruce at the tower. With Tony mated Bruce a Beta you’re safe. You never thought to consider that Thor might be back from Asgaurd so soon

Thor x Reader (angst) (not requested) Pre Thor!1, you are arranged to marry Thor, you have to fulfill your wifely duties whilst your heart yearns for another

Thor x Reader (dark) (not requested) After Infinity War Thor goes a bit dark, he kidnaps you and locks you away to keep you ‘safe’.

Tony x Reader (dark) (not requested) You and Tony are ‘dating’ but when you try to get plan B/an abortion he locks he away.

Tony x Reader (smut) (not requested) Cockwarming

Tony x reader (fluff and smut) (not requested) Tony is horny, you just want to ear you dessert. Tony comes up with a creative solution so that you’re both happy.

STRANGER THINGS

Billy x reader (angst, maybe smut, probably dark) (not requested) You are Hawkins perfect little good girl (people call you a prude). But no-one knows what happens behind closed doors, sometimes you sneak out to get away from it all. Billy and you are like kindred spirits, who hate each other but can’t stay away.

Billy Hargrove x reader (not requested) You are Billy’s Step-sister, he has inappropriate feelings for you.

Steve x Reader (fluff) (requested) You get very drunk and Steve takes you home and takes care of you.

Steve x reader (angst?) (not requested) Fake dating au. Steve and you date to try and make Nancy and Jonathon jealous.

SUPERNATURAL

Dean x Reader (fluff, maybe angst) (requested) You are a childhood friend of Dean and he develops feelings for you which turns him into a bumbling mess who trips over his own feet. You are totally oblivious.

Dean x Reader x Sam (smut, angst and fluff) (requested) Dean and the you are in an established relationship but while Dean is on a hunt something happens between you and Sam.

#fics #Dark fics #reader insert #reader smut #criminal minds #supernatural #marvel #stranger things #wip

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sector-z-knd · 6 years

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“Explain to me again why we’re here.”

“To chuck rocks, of course! This is the best place to do it, because the water’s clear enough so that you can see all the rocks at the bottom and find the ones that make the biggest splash.”

Lenny and Constance meandered along the banks of the little creek, the slowly winding water trickling past with a merry burbling sound. In all honesty, this isn’t where the girl would have chosen to be on a Saturday afternoon, but even she could agree that a break was needed from David′s overbearing conspiracy theories. And so, when Lenny had offered to take her somewhere quiet, she’d punched David in the chest and run.

This was at least a kajillion times quieter than being around David during his rants. Now that she thought about it, this place was actually kind of peaceful. The slums were way behind them, there wasn’t a soul in sight, just birds chirping away over their heads. Even the water running past them was clear, which was surprising, considering how close to the city they were. In a way, it was like stepping out of the world and into a bubble of solitude. She could understand why Lenny came here so frequently. Constance absently kicked a pebble into the water, where it landed with a ‘plunk!’ and sank to the bottom.

“Nah nah, you gotta find a bigger rock!” explained Lenny, crouching down and systematically picking through several stones, tossing aside the ones that didn’t meet his mental criteria. Without paying heed to her single raised eyebrow, the boy made an ‘aha!’ sound and finally unearthed a rock that was roughly the size of his head, hefting it with some difficulty. “This’ll do!”

Constance brought up her other eyebrow as she leaned forward and inspected the seemingly ordinary stone. “And you just... throw it into the water?”

“There’s more to it than that. You think about whatever’s bothering you, say it to the rock, and then throw it in! Mom says river spirits carry your words downstream and that washes the sad thoughts out of you. Goodbye, bothers!”

“I thought nothing ever bothered you,” came the quietly curious response, the girl tilting sunglasses so she could look up at Lenny over the tops. She watched as his smile faded slightly and the lights dimmed in his eyes.

“Well... I try not to let things bother me, but sometimes they do, and I just gotta let ‘em out, you know?” He was staring at the rock, as if materializing his troubles on its rough surface. “I figure this is a good, safe way that doesn’t actually hurt someone.”

“...hm.” The girl backed away to allow the boy space to lift his rock in the air and test its weight. “Is this what you always do when you get mad?”

Lenny swung the rock experimentally, trying to find just the right swing to get the biggest splash. “Not always. Sometimes I talk to you, or I go to my room and count the stars we pasted to the ceiling, or I find a snuggly totally-not-a-Rainbow-Monkey monkey to hug.” He grinned when he heard her chuckle; they both knew he had two Rainbow Monkeys and those toys were the snuggliest things he owned.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when Lenny suddenly yelled, “I hate it when Numbuh 0.1 stays up until 2 AM and then tries to get me to go on a mission with him!”

The air was suddenly filled with the sound of several spooked birds vacating the immediate area.

“...what. Was that,” Constance hissed once she thought it was safe to speak again, lowering her hands from the fists they’d ended up in. Never in her life had she heard Lenny say anything with quite the amount of force and volume as she’d heard him yell at a dumb rock. The boy tilted his head in confusion before realization dawned on his dark features.

“Oh, yeah, well, this is part of the rock throwing thing. You yell what makes you mad at the rock and then you throw it. Like this!” With a whoop, he swung the stone in a pendulum motion, releasing it at its zenith. The geode sailed through the air as well as a rock could fly before landing with a loud splash in the middle of the creek. With a whistle of satisfaction, Lenny grinned and put his hands on his hips.

“Is that it?” Constance asked, leaning her elbow into his ribs.

The boy nodded, putting his arm on her head. "Yeah, that’s the only thing that’s been bothering me.”

A comfortable silence descended between the two, one that was familiar to her as simple I’m-happy-you’re-here silence. She would never admit it, but knowing Lenny would come out into the middle of nowhere just to chuck rocks into a river was kind of comforting. It meant he was human, and underneath all his joy and sweet understanding, he was still as scared and insecure as she was.

“What about you?”

She blinked a few times as she was abruptly pulled from her thoughts, and she glanced up at the boy. “Hm?”

The corner of his mouth was pulled up in a questioning smile. “Don’t you have any bothers you need to get out?”

Constance’s eyes widened a little as she realized too late that he now expected her to do the same as he had done. She hastily stepped away, folding her arms tightly. “No,” she growled, suddenly wishing she were back at the treehouse and listening to David’s conspiracy theories. Okay, maybe she didn’t want to be that drastic, but she also didn’t want to go yelling her ‘bothers’ at a rock, let alone chuck said ‘bothers’ into a stream to be heard by freaking water spirits.

Lenny didn’t say anything, but she could tell from the sudden static in the silence that he was thinking. After a moment, he crouched down and picked up a small, perfectly smooth stone, holding it out to her. She glanced down at it, then into the boy’s big, brown Bambi eyes.

“One bother?” he asked, face innocent.

She looked flatly at the stone. “This is dumb.”

“It’ll make you feel better.”

She groaned, but finally relented and gingerly took the stone from his hand. “I say things into it and toss it in, right?”

Lenny nodded.

Still grumbling, she glared at the rock, at a loss of what to say. She raked through her short-term memory, trying to find something that had bothered her. “I... hate it when Numbuh 0.3 eats all the dark chocolate before I can get any?” She glanced at Lenny, who gave an approving nod, and she tossed the rock into the water, where it settled to the bottom with an almost dissatisfied plop. As soon as she started to turn away, another rock was held out to her by Lenny.

“I know you have more bothers in you,” he smiled, giving her that gentle, knowing look that she hated because she knew he was right. His tone was warm and soft, like a blanket fresh from the dryer. “You can let it out here. It’s just me and the river.”

She stared at him a long moment, almost long enough for him to start fidgeting, before she snatched the rock from his hand and growled, “I hate when my dad tries to cook three-bean casserole, because it’s my favorite and he always burns it.”

This stone was flung into the river with a little more force than the one before. Another rock was held out to her. She grabbed it without hesitation, her voice getting louder with every word.

“I hate that Numbuh 0.2 leaves his toenails on the bathroom sink.”

Plunk!

“It’s dumb when Mr. Benetiz says I can do more with my homework even though I’m already trying my best.”

Plunk!

“No one ever told me that the science fair was going to be rigged, I mean who actually votes for a baking soda volcano?!”

PLUNK!

“I wish Jerry would just mind his own business instead of trying to copy my 2x4 designs!”

PLUNK!

“AND I WISH-” she yelled as she grabbed the nearest object, “-THAT A NEW EPISODE OF STEPHEN GALAXY WOULD COME OUT ALREADY!”

“Wait, Consta-AAA!”

KA-SPLOOSH!

Water splashed onto her sunglasses and she blinked.

That wasn’t a rock she’d just thrown into the water.

That was Lenny.

Constance stared at Lenny, who was sitting in the creek, dark patches soaking through his yellow shirt. Very slowly, the girl breathed in and out through her teeth, making a hissing sound that was laden with concern, anxiety, and embarrassment. “Um... Sorry?” she shrugged, unsure of whether she should extend her hand to help him up or throw some more rocks on him.

Lenny blinked once, water dripping from his dreadlock hair. Then, slowly but surely, he smiled. A small sound bubbled up from him, then another, until the boy was giggling. His giggles soon turned into genuine laughter, the boy throwing his head back and laughing without abandon.

...what a nerd.

She couldn’t help but share in his laughter, not because she was happy with his situation, but because he had managed to find joy in something as inconvenient as getting thrown into a river.

It took some time for their laughter to die down long enough for Lenny to pull himself out of the water, but she finally stuck out her hand and pulled him up. He flopped on the creek bank, giggle-snorting as he wrung out his hair. Constance plopped next to him, wiping the tears from her eyes with her sleeve.

“Got all your bothers out?” joked Lenny, elbowing her arm with a snicker.

Constance grinned back at him before her expression softened into something that made him pause. Quietly, she picked up a small, smooth stone and held it close to her mouth, whispering something before tossing the rock into the creek.

Lenny watched it settle against the large rock he’d thrown in earlier. “What did you say to that rock?”

“Nothing important,” she lied, and though he knew it was a lie, he made no response besides scooting closer. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing important,” he lied, and though she knew it was a lie, she made no response besides leaning against his arm.

The river carried her words from that rock downstream, where it mingled with other bothers that had been tossed into the water. The river spirits listened to her words over and over, giggling with delight as they bottled it next to the wish of the boy who had come to their waters so many times.

#Numbuh 0.4 #Lenny #Sector Z #KND #S.C.R.I.B.B.L.E.#IntuitionGloves #SkewerBlueprints #Constance #cute #Self-care #fluff #F.I.C.T.I.O.N.

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aarontveit · 7 years

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alright, I said I would type it out when it arrived, so here you go!! (i apologize for any typos, i’m dyslexic!!)

Aaron Tveit’s Interview/Article. THE X MAGAZINE: Issue #001, October 2017

Aaron Tveit is the man everyone wants to be -- or to have. His fervent fans, a sweet but somewhat frightening breed, refer to themselves as “Tveitertots,” and listicles chronicling reasons to love him abound. There are even gifs about his hair. But perhaps the most striking thing about Tveit’s appeal is his own indifference to the attention. Upon arriving at the lakefront cottage in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, where the actor stayed while starring in Company at Barrington Stage, an exuberant labradoodle rushes to greet us. “This is Miles,” Tveit grins, and his easy appeal radiates.

Most of Tveit’s sentences begin with some iteration of: I’m very lucky. It’s his refrain. “I’m in this tiny percentage of people that jumps out of bed in the morning to go to work because I absolutely love what I get to do for a living,” he says. “I always remind myself of that -- especially in this crazy f--ing world that we’re living in right now.”

People who court Tveit’s degree of success usually declare that they’re special, but Tveit repeatedly insists that he’s just like everyone else. Anointed with titles like “Broadway Wonder Boy” and “Broadway’s Favourite Boyfriend,” the actor patiently dismantles myths of perfection, instead emphasizing his gratitude. “I’m just a regular guy,” he says. He loves fantasy novels, had a crush on Alicia Silverstone as a preteen, and listens to 90s rap when he needs to cheer himself up. Tveit’s friends from home keep him grounded -- they travel far to see him perform and support him at every turn. “But they’re also the first to say: ‘Hmmm, we don’t know if you’ll make it,’” Tveit says with a laugh, “which is the best thing I could ask for.”

It’s natural to imagine Tveit starring in a series of wholesome vignettes. He loves his parents and visits them often, and recently built a fence around their property for Miles. He’s allergic to dairy, a believer in ghosts, a bit of a nerd. He is a student of the world, equipped with a kind of caffeinated curiosity that never crashes. “I had a teacher once say that curiosity is the best quality you could ever have as an actor, and that really resonated,” he says.

In Stephen Sondheim’s Company, Tveit starred as Bobby -- the last bachelor in a pathologically matrimonial group of friends -- and he is quick to acknowledge his likeness to the character. Approaching his 34th birthday, Tveit remains a bachelor while most of his friends are married with kids. “My buddy came to see the show -- I was the best man in his wedding recently -- and he said, ‘Oh. So it’s just your life.’” But there are deeper similarities between Tveit and Bobby too. Despite his career choice, Tveit is an unwilling recipient of offstage attention, a reluctant receptacle for desire. He is the observed observer, reflecting the psychologies of those around him while remaining somewhat indecipherable, a blank-canvas quality that separates good actors from great ones. Like Bobby, Tveit is a host of quiet contradictions: He is present but elusive, open but guarded, social but withholding, expressive but hard to read.

In the past, actors have played Bobby as a brooding, bitter character, but Tveit chose a different interpretation. “My version of Bobby is an optimist,” he says. “He’s actually the only true romantic in the show.” Tveit references several lines and scenes that support his thesis statement. “He can’t fathom why anyone would get married without love.” While the other couples encourage Bobby to settle, Bobby holds out for something more. “I relate to him in that way. I’m an optimistic, happy person -- and I’m a romantic. I believe that when you know, you know.”

When pressed on what he means by the word “romantic,” he elaborates with ease, traveling a well-worn neuronal path through the topic. “Deep down, I believe we’re all going to meet these great loves of our lives,” he says. “The verdict’s out whether it’s one person or many people -- but we have the chance to open ourselves up, and I relish that opportunity.” Tveit upholds an ideal of marriage, which he believes Bobby shares. “If and when I get married,” says Tveit, “I want it to be once.” His parents have been together for nearly forty years, and Tveit describes their relationship with aspirational reverence. He summarizes the flimsy reasons that Bobby’s friends present him to buckle into a lifelong commitment -- “Because you have to, because it’s time, because you need to settle down, because that’s what real life is” -- bu neither Bobby nor Tveit cares for this sterile social contract. They care about love. Love in the particular. Love with claws and freckles and a fear of crosswalks. Love in dorky pajamas. Love with allergies. “I hope to be married one day and I hope that I’m going to meet someone that makes me feel...that way,” he says.

It’s hard to tell whether Tveit is an introvert or an extrovert, so it’s no surprise that he identifies as a “weird combination of both.” Around friends, he’s silly, unfiltered -- but around strangers, he’s cautious. “Someone once told me that I had Norwegian reserve,” he says. “When I meet people for the first time, I sit back a little. If I’m psychoanalyzing myself, I guess I’d say I like to understand people before I interact with them. I don’t know if it’s a guarding mechanism -- I’ve always been that way.”

This guarded nature might explain why he’s so hesitant to share on social media. Self-promotion has never been easier, and public figures have never been more pressured to capitalize on it, but Tveit finds most digital approaches pernicious. He did finally concede to Instagram and Twitter, but he mostly uses these platforms to promote projects. (Not even Miles has made it onto Instagram.) Nowadays, most young performers work to groom their brand, to generate an impression of intimacy between themselves and their followers. Tveit isn’t one to sneer, but he finds the platform-as-diary approach silly at best. “At the end of the day, I just don’t see why anyone would be interested in what I do outside my work. I see posts like that and I just think, who cares?”

What you’ll find on his social media is Tveit the acor. What you won’t find on his social media (or anywhere else online) is Tveit the person, and perhaps that’s why he still possess a kind of purity. Mostly, Tveit’s social media proves that he is a man who works -- hard and often. “I’m a person who’s never, ever satisfied,” he says, “and I have a really hard time resting. I don’t vacation well because I don’t, like, sit down very well. Those are tough qualities sometimes in my personal life, but as an actor I think they serve me really well.”

Tveit says the performers and creative professionals he’s worked with over the years have provided “shining examples.” “You look at these people who have this insane level of success, and then you meet them and they’re the nicest people in the world,” he says. “Hugh Jackman is someone I really, really look up to in that way. I mean, when we did Les Mis, he had the hardest job of anyone these, and he was the nicest person in the room. He knew everyone’s name, was never late -- led by such an ultimate example. I said to myself, ‘That’s the guy I want to be like.’”

Regarding the digital drool that appears when you Google his name, Tveit maintains a healthy, bemused detachment. “You have to let it go in one ear and out the other,” he says. He’s happy whenever people respond positively to his work, even if “that’s how they happen to be manifesting it.” Despite the feverish adoration, Tveit believes that his carefully preserved privacy has another advantage: It’s secured him respectful fans. “I’m very lucky,” he says. “I haven’t really had any kind of strange, uncomfortable, weird encounters. Fans have been nothing but wonderful and supportive for me.” I ask him how he feels about the term “Tveitertots.” “I think it’s absolutely hilarious,” he laughs. “That in itself -- like, how could you take that too seriously? It’s so wonderful and silly and fun.”

But is it frustrating for his personal life? “People often say I’m not what they expected,” he answers. “But for me, it’s been a positive thing. Usually, they say I’m nicer than they thought,” he laughs. “Less serious, more ridiculous.”

As an actor accumulates celebrity, the role that’s toughest to maintain is that of the unadorned self: the regular guy who loves his labradoodle and his family, orders a turkey sandwich and recites the post-industrial history of Pittsfield. Despite the roles and the awards, the voice and the dancing, the YouTube views and Spotify plays, the 246K Instagram followers and the marriage proposals in the comments, Tveit is just a regular guy. And maybe that’s what makes him most exceptional.

#the x magazine #aaron tveit #/#//#///#p: aaron tveit #i can't believe i had my magazine for all of .2 seconds and then typed up this monstrosity

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paperbackphoenix · 7 years

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92 questions holy shit

I was tagged by the marvellous @phoebe-does (why phoebe, why, it’s so many)

Rules: answer the 92 questions and tag 20 people

last… drink: water rip

phone call: umm my friend liv i think? asking “where tf are you”

text message: “Nearly at the top” honestly can’t remember what that meant

song you listened to: moonlight sonata by beethoven bc im a nerd

time you cried: literally today because patrick rothfuss is a fantastic writer and kvothe’s life is sad

have you.. dated someone twice: what does ‘dated’ mean?

kissed someone and regretted it: my mom oh my god, i’m joking

been cheated on: no

lost someone special: no, actually, i’ve been very lucky so far

been depressed: the emotion? yes. otherwise, no

gotten drunk and thrown up: fuck alcohol guys

list three favorite colors… colors: blue, lilac, grey (i am aware this is a shade)

in the last year, have you… made new friends: yeah!

fallen out of love: was never in it m8

laughed until you cried: absolutely

found out someone was talking about you: yeah and my friend recorded the conversation (argument) lmao

met someone who changed you: not really?

found out who your friends are: nah this past year has had like no drama whatsoever

kissed someone on your Facebook list: no, and who uses facebook anymore? look i might use the messenger app but that’s it

general… how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all bar internet friends

any pets: no and i’m salty about it

do you want to change your name: not really, but if I had to i would happily

what did you do for your last Birthday: had some friends round and played games

what time did you wake up: 7am

what were you doing at midnight last night: listening to the harry potter audiobooks (my g stephen fry)

something you can’t wait for: hamilton!!!!!! hamilton at the west end in april!!!

when was the last time you saw your mom: about an hour ago?

what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my procrastination. it would’ve saved me a lot of grief last year

what are you listening to right now: mendelssohn’s symphony no.3 (tbh if you don’t listen to classical music, you’re missing out)

have you ever talked to a person named tom: yeah its a really common ass name

something that is getting on your nerves: these questions no ummm my history coursework; i picked the one question that doesn’t fit the structure they want us to use

most visited websites: youtube and tumblr maybe?

other info about myself… mole/s: fucking hell yeah it’s all my mom’s fault

mark/s: i never usually scar but i’ve got one on my knee now from having to continuously skid across the floor in a play (dedication)

childhood dream: i’ve wanted to be loads of things. let’s say an actor

hair color: blonde, but also purple atm

long or short hair: its kind of in the middle?

do you have a crush on someone: no, thank fuck. i just see people and think how painfully attractive they are and that they probably aren’t gay

what do you like about yourself: my creativity

piercings: i have 2 on each lobe

blood type: who knows this shit

nickname: purple becky, because there are 2 becky’s in my circle of friends

relationship status: standing alone on a hill in a big flowy dress

zodiac: leo

pronouns: she/her

favorite TV show: ummmmm game of thrones is really good, but i don’t watch tv a lot

tattoos: none because you have to be 18. i’ll probs get one maybe

right or left hand: right

surgery: never

hair dyed in different color: purple, and i want to experiment more at some point in my life

sport: whats this? i played tennis for a long time but now my sport is stress

vacation: i’d love to go to scandinavia and see the northern lights. OR canada

sneakers: we call them trainers here

more general…

eating: what is this even asking? i’m not eating anything right now? i want ice cream though

drinking: water still

i’m about to: watch something with the fam I think

waiting for: college to start yikes

want: to get my alevels over and done with

get married: marriage sounds a bit shit and expensive tbh

career: editor? author? actor? idk man

hugs or kisses: hugs man they feel 10/10

lips or eyes: eyes

shorter or taller: who can be shorter than me (i’m not actually that small)

older or younger: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? older i guess?

nice arms or nice stomach: a nice stomach that doesn’t get so fucking hungry all the time (who cares about arms?)

sensitive or loud: loud as fuck

hook up or relationship: right hook

what am i

troublemaker or hesitant: god i obey rules even if i hate them. i’m scared of getting into trouble rip

have you ever… kissed a stranger: who the fuck do you think i am

drank hard liquor: yeah, i bought my dad some spiced rum (i wanted the bottle tbh) and it fucking burned. twice. there was the rum burn and then the spice burn a few seconds later. not pleasant.

lost glasses/contact lenses: not so far. i don’t need my glasses all the time though

turned someone down: lmao yeah

sex on the first date: how dare you i am a maiden

broken someone’s heart: i doubt it, the guy was like 13 at the time

had your heart broken: no

been arrested: fucking no

cried when someone died: robb and catelyn stark

fallen for a friend: no

do you believe in… yourself: sometimes i wonder if i actually exist

miracles: not really? i’ll say “WOW THATS A MIRACLE” when its just like... idk luck?

love at first sight: nah that’s bs

santa claus: i’m not 6

kiss on the first date: depends???

other… current best friend name: elie

eye color: blue/grey

favorite movie: god idk? grand budapest hotel?

FINALLY, THE END

ok i tag: @bvkspine @boneseasonofglass @kat-from-minasmorgul @beckisbookshelf @word-stuck @teaandalotofbooks @happybibliosaurus

i’m... not tagging 20 people soz

#about me #paperbackphoenix #tags #wow #did you need to know all this #no

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