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seeker-of-the-stars · 3 years
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Me: Does the slightest amount of physical activity
The bruises on my legs: 
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iu-jjang · 3 years
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[TRANS] 210623 IU replies to fans’ comments on Fancafe (part 2)
Q. Unnie, what books have you reading nowadays??🥺
IU: It’s been a while since I last read a book 🥺🥺
Q. Did you write any lyrics or songs when you were filming Broker too?
IU: I have one which I’ve only written its melody but it seems to be really good!
Q. Unnie, do you still have a strong urge to cut your hair short!!!?
IU: No, I seem to find long hair quite pretty these days.. ☺️
Q. What food do you crave for the most right now? :)
IU: I had soft tofu stew just now
Q. I can’t even open my eyes when I watch clips of reporters bursting all the camera flashes. Jieun unnie, are you fine with it? ㅠㅠㅠㅠ 😭
IU: When you face it in real life, it doesn’t flash as much as what you see from the screen
Q. Write memos in your phone vs write an entry in your diary
IU: I do both these days!
Q. Unnie, you like (wearing) overalls these days, right..? Of course I like it too 🐥 Unnie looks adorable in overalls ..
IU: I also find overalls comfortable and nice since young 🥰
Q. Can you share one TMI of the day? 🙂
IU: I knew I’d make soft tofu stew
Q. We love you so much. I think the amount of tears that I’m shedding now proves how much I miss you.
IU: Please don’t cry, it’s important to stay hydrated during summer...😢😢
Q. Unnie, lil spoiler for this year’s schedule plz 😢
IU: What do you want!!
Q.
*Picture of the fancafe From.IU notification /Writing on a day that isn’t any special] is “hot”/*
IU: So this is a hot (popular) place~~~~~
Q. I’m so happy because unnie sounds excited…💜 hehe I’m out shopping with my mom right now and I met unnie just now >_< kkkk Today is the best ㅠㅠ
*Picture of an IU Jestina poster at a shopping mall*
IU: Oh, it’s a picture that I like 🐥
Q. Hey unnie.. You didn’t get sick from the heat the time you took the June birthday clip right?? You looked super exhausted 😢 (Please don’t fall sick!!!!!) + and I’ve always wondered kkk who decides on the filter for the UAENA birthday content?! 🐣
IU: I was kind of exhausted from the heat that day. It was really hot and I filmed in the grassland for the whole day kkkk As for the filter, it’s always (chosen) by me… 🥰
Q. Jieun-ah, Lilac album has been topping the album chart for 17 weeks now. *It’s the second album to top charts for this long. Congrats on this amazing album. Love you 🤍
IU: 🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥💜
*t/n: Translation may be inaccurate as the original Korean sentence has grammatical errors.
Q. I miss you. You’ve worked hard all this time. Please have a good rest once you’re done with your schedule.
IU: 🥰 Thank you
Q. IU nim!!! Please recommend a movie by director Hirokazu Koreeda^^
IU: I like ‘After Life’ the best!!
Q. Is there a reason for making Lilac the first track (on the album)??
IU: To make everyone feel good starting from the first track 🐥🐥
Q. Unnie, might as well change your profile pic while you’re in here! 🥴👀🐥
IU: It’s not something for me to change though-
Fan: Uuhh I mean the picture in the round icon that appears when you leave a comment, not the cafe’s picture 🤭
Q. Ah unnie.. I’ve waited so much for unnie’s survival report but why did you appear when I had to attend a meeting?? I was wondering when unnie would appear yesterday too ㅜㅠㅠㅠ
IU: Ooh~~~ A meeting~~~~ an *adult huh~~~~
(*written in teasing manner)
Q. Though it’s not like I have any lingering attachments! But between us! When you leave...say goodbye before you go!!! 😮
IU: I’m not leaving though 😃
*t/n: The fan was probably referring to the comment section (telling IU to say goodbye before she stops replying)
Q. Can we start looking forward to YouTube fanfood (update) now?!
IU: I’m sorry, I didn’t manage to shoot even a single YouTube clip when I was filming (the movie)..— In early July (I’ve decided to give up on about one day of my rest time!!!) and shoot (the content). If we take into account the time needed to edit the video too, I’m guessing that it’ll be delivered to UAENA around mid-July 🥺
Source: https://m.cafe.daum.net/IU/LqmI/192?svc=cafeapp
Translated by IUteamstarcandy
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feliix · 4 years
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Half Asleep Wishing I Still Had You Part 2
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Summary: You fell in love with him while he was on a business trip to New York City, now that he was gone all you had left of him was his old t-shirt and a mind full of memories to hold on to.
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Genre: Smut, Fluff (fluffy smut if you will)
Rating: M
Warnings: sexual content, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (but plz wrap it up even though y/n doesn't), voyeurism, male and female orgasms, nipple play, public sex, oral sex (female receiving), (also kind of pwp? who knows)
Read Part 1 Here (but this can be read as a stand-alone)
The memory that kept you awake tonight was of your first time together. Your mind replayed the actions of that night down by the river over and over, beginning with the way the gusts of cool air accompanied by his fingers grazing your skin left goosebumps along your body.
The sun had just set and your picnic was wrapping up. The two of you were on a small patch of grass between his car and the river, a plush blanket placed under your bodies as you sat facing the river, your back pressed against his chest as you sat between his legs.
Taehyung was still dressed in his work attire, some black slacks, and a charcoal grey button-down shirt. He did away with his tie earlier on in the night, undoing the top two buttons to expose the very top of his chest.
"You look beautiful tonight, by the way," he spoke before leaning down to place a kiss on top of your head. You glanced down at your simple outfit choice for tonight-- a pair of jean shorts and a plain white t-shirt paired with a few dainty necklaces.
"I didn't really dress up," you said shyly, curling slightly into yourself. Taehyung quickly grabbed your waist to prevent you from shrinking any smaller, then brought a hand to the bottom of your chin. He guided your face to him, causing you to shift your body around so you were now sitting on your heels between his legs.
"Hey," he started, fingers still gripping your chin, "I told you not to dress up because we weren't doing anything fancy tonight."
"I know, I just don't feel...beautiful," you sighed, already feeling embarrassed of the words leaving your lips, but unable to break eye contact with him.
"I think you're beautiful regardless of whether you're dressed up or not," he shot you a soft smile as he moved his hand to caress your cheek. The sweet gesture following his words made you melt, smiling then moving your gaze down to nuzzle your cheek into his hand.
He swiftly brought up his other hand to the opposite side of your face, gently holding your cheeks between his palms. His large hands pulled you in gently, placing a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away and placing a peck on your forehead. As he looked back down his eyes turned from sweet to lustful, his gaze following your every move as he pulled away.
The city lights from across the river shone on your bodies, leaving a small sparkle in Taehyung's eyes. He looked godlike, his tan skin glowing from the light preparation forming over his body on the hot summer night. You thought about how hot he must be in such heavy clothing on a night like this.
"You should take your shirt off," you blurted out, not allowing the words to travel through your mental filter before coming out of your mouth.
"What?" Taehyung chuckled, raising an eyebrow, "If you wanted me naked, you could have just asked." He finished with a smirk, beginning to fidget with the buttons on his shirt.
"No! No, that’s not what I meant," you took a deep breath before starting, "I just thought you would probably be hot since you were still wearing long sleeves and pants, and it’s pretty hot out tonight so I-"
"C'mere," Taehyung cut you off before you could finish by smashing his soft lips to yours. His hands found their place around your waist, grasping you to move up to your knees in order to pull you closer. He continued to fidget with the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them one by one until his torso was left completely exposed.
"I want you," he whispered on your lips, his breath heavy and dripping with lust. You moved your hands to run down his firm chest, attempting to catch your breath in the process before speaking your mind.
"I want you too," you whispered back, reattaching your lips to his and fiddling with the sides of his shirt before sliding it down his arms. The air around you started to feel heavier as you lost complete awareness of your surroundings, basking in his presence as heat radiated off his bare skin to your body.
Taehyung brought his hands back to your waist, guiding you to lay down on the blanket underneath you. His hands reached down to the hem of your t-shirt, lifting it upwards as you arched your back allowing him to remove the garment. His gentle fingers traced the curves of your body, admiring your figure as if it was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen.
His eyes focused on your lips before placing another tender kiss to them, then trailing his way down the side of your neck, finally leading to the waistband of your shorts. Taehyung met your gaze once more, looking for reassurance before removing your shorts. You gave him a small nod before lightly closing your eyes.
Your nervous energy began building up as soon as he began tracing his finger along the seams of your underwear. This would be your first time with Taehyung and you knew that no matter what, as long as it was with him it would be special, but you couldn't help but feel anxious as if you were already doing something wrong. Taehyung noticed your stomach muscles begin to clench and quickly stopped in his tracks.
"Are you sure you want to do this? I understand if you aren't ready yet," he trailed off, swiping his thumb against the skin of your hip.
"I'm ready," You reassured him, taking a deep breath in an attempt to relax before anything moved forward. Taehyung gave you a small nod, grazing his hand back over to your underwear before sliding them down your legs, leaving you fully exposed to the night sky.
Taehyung began leaving a small trail of kisses from your belly button leading down to your core. Through all the nerves you hadn't noticed how sensual he looked. Sweat was gathering along his brow, letting him shine along with the stars overhead. His dark curly hair was brushing against the skin of your stomach as his lips found their way down to your center. Placing one hand on each of your thighs, Taehyung spread you open and let his eyes fall to the area between your legs.
"You're so wet for me, baby girl," he whispered after picking up one of his hands to swiping his index finger down your slit, spreading your wetness along your folds. All you could manage out was a light whine, unable to form a coherent statement while his fingers began teasing your clit.
Your eyelids became heavy and it was becoming harder and harder to keep them open. So lost in the feeling of his fingers, you almost forgot that you were completely nude in a public space. As secluded as the lot was, it was a place where anyone could pull up in their car at any time. The presence of Taehyung's lips meeting your core dragged you out of thought, unbothered by the fact that anyone could be looking at you through their window across the river.
His tongue circled your clit, causing your squinted eyes to finally snap shut in an effort to hold back a moan. It was your first time together and you didn't want to scare him off with how vocal you could be. But as time went on and his pace began to quicken it got more and more difficult to suppress your sounds.
Whimpers drew past your lips as frequently as his tongue lapped your core. The vibrations from his deep, breathy moans into your center gave you the extra satisfaction that was missing before. Knowing how turned on Taehyung was from the noises he was making aroused you, even more, arching your back into his tongue and gripping your hands into the picnic blanket.
As Taehyung came up for air, he hovered over your body. His warm breath washed over your slit, leaving your body craving his touch. Taehyung raised his gaze, eyes dripping with lust and lips soaked with your essence. You lifted your head from its thrown-back position to finally meet his eyes once again.
You had never seen him like this, so indulged in the act of getting you off that he turned into a different person. This sweet, proper man had turned somewhat animalistic as he drowned himself in between your legs, so focused on pleasuring you that he paid close attention to your every moan or whimper, learning the ins and outs of your body; responding to your cries with new movements of his tongue, adding in his fingers every so often. He caught on very quickly when you were coming close to your release, stopping in his tracks and leaving the space between your legs empty. You whined at the loss of contact, squeezing your thighs together to try and relieve some of the tension.
"Wait," he whispered as he brought himself up to your ear, "I want to feel you when you cum." He left with a nip of your earlobe before removing his dress pants and underwear. Picking your head up to admire the view, you watched as Taehyung's hard member sprung from the refines of his underwear.
He stroked his shaft a few times, making sure he was fully ready before resting himself between your legs. Taehyung looked at you with intimate eyes, you could see how much he adored you from how tender his gestures were. His gentle touches and reassuring eyes said it all, Taehyung wanted you and only you in this moment.
Taehyung settled his tip at your entrance and placed his hands on your waist, anchoring the two of you in place before pushing himself in. He slid his hard member into you slowly, watching your expression closely to make sure you were comfortable enough to continue. He waited after the first thrust, giving you time to adjust to his size.
You moved your hands, which were still harshly gripping the blanket, to rest over his. Taehyung grinned at the reassuring gesture. Soon after he began thrusting into you at a slow pace, making sure to be so gentle with each of his movements.
Head thrown back in pleasure, you began to familiarize yourself with the feeling of his hard shaft pumping in and out of you so smoothly. One of his hands reached forward to cradle the back of your neck, lifting your head slightly to plant a sweet kiss on your lips.
Taehyung moaned into the kiss as his thrusts picked up in speed. The thrusts started becoming faster and harder as Taehyung moved to a kneeling position and returning his hands back to your waist. He wrapped your legs around his torso to stabilize his movements, now able to grind deeper into your core.
With each powerful thrust, Taehyung pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You gripped the blanket with tight fists, needing something to hold you down as your body became even tenser. Taehyung's bands were stuck to his face, drenched in sweat as he plowed into you at a steady pace.
Every so often Taehyung would slow his thrusts and lean down to press a gentle kiss to your lips or forehead. The feeling of his lips on yours lingered as you watched him bury himself into you. His delicate movements while he showed you love in contrast to his rough ones drove your senses wild.
His desire for you translated well through his expressions. The enchanting look in Taehyung's eyes made the situation seem nothing but loving and compassionate.  You were finally experiencing all of him for the first time, and even though the situation was so unexpected and happened in the spur of the moment, you wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
Admiring Taehyung's tan body, glowing under the stars in this deserted lot was intoxicating. You became addicted to the feeling of him sliding in and out of your entrance so gracefully. His movements were intentional, making sure to please you with every stroke and caress your skin.
Few words were spoken while he made love to you, just frequent grunts and moans escaping both of your lips. When Taehyung noticed you were drawing close to your edge he slid one hand up to your nipple, rolling it between his fingers to give you an extra stimulus.
"Tae," you cried out, "I'm close. Please don't stop."  You could barely make out the statement between breaths. Following your words Tae dipped his head down, flattening his tongue over the opposite bud and taking it between his teeth. The added pleasure sent you over the edge, whining Taehyung's name in a chant-like manner as you came undone under him.
He kept his thrusts steady until your high was ridden out, waiting until your whines began to subdue before adjusting your limp legs back around him. Taehyung gritted his teeth as he pushed short and heavy breaths through. He readjusted himself to bear his weight on his elbows, placing them on either side of your head. His head rested into the crook of your neck, sucking and leaving behind marks in an attempt to muffle his deep moans.
He clenched his core, plunging into you harder than he initially had as he grunted into your ear. Finally, he let out one last loud moan, signaling that he finished. His thrusts became slower and lazier, although he had already finished he couldn’t find himself to part with the feeling of you wrapped around him.
Taehyung kept his weight on his elbows as he picked his head up, giving you a quick smile before meeting his lips to yours. You swept his bangs out of his eyes to give you a better look at the beautiful man positioned on top of you. Returning his smile, you raked your hands along his back, admiring his soft skin and beautiful features as you lay under him.
Tae took some time before finally pulling out of you, then plopping himself down on the blanket next to you and pulling your head into his chest. For the remainder of the night, you stayed there naked, stargazing with the man you knew you were falling so hard for. The entire time you spent tonight you felt nothing but admiration and love from Taehyung. You couldn't help but feel like you were on top of the world when you were with him.
This whirlwind romance was nothing but reassuring that Kim Taehyung was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you never wanted this night to end.
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A huge thank you to @/shadowsremedy​ for making the beautiful banner and to @hobisbeautifulass​ for beta-reading it! Also a big thank you to @bloodpotato​ for helping me stay awake to finish this. I love you all endlessly❣️
Thank you so much for reading, I appreciate all forms of feedback! All works are property of @parksfilter please do not modify, translate, or repost on any platform.
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apolloboe · 3 years
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Answer 30 questions, tag 20 mutuals
(tagged by @its-not-a-xylophone​)
I dont normally do these things bc im a strict music blog but idc im procrastinating
Name/Nickname: Dakota/Aiden (will respond to either)
Gender: trans male
Height: 5′0″ (am a shorty)
Current time: 9:21 pm
Birthday: 4/15
Favourite bands: i don’t really listen to bands, but i used to love twenty one pilots, though i dont listen anymore (i could probably sing along if i heard them tho), glass animals is a nice band to listen to rn, unlike pluto too
Favourite solo artists: alvaro soler, watsky, alec benjamin? idk many pop solo artists... ill listen to anything hilary hahn plays shes a soloist does that count
Current earworm: Tchaikovsky violin concerto in D major
Last movie I watched: the emperors new groove, but in spanish
Last show I watched: Wandavision
When I created this blog: march 2018 apparently
What I post about: Music memes, classical music related content, anything and everything oboe related
Last thing I Googled: “porque no los dos” to show my mom a meme
Other blogs: @illuminaiden my personal blog
Do I get asks? no but i would like them plz
Why I chose my URL: it used to be “godlingoboist” bc when i first created this blog, oboejesus and other instrument blogs had “god” or “jesus” in the name and i liked that trend so godling, but apolloboe bc apollo is the god of music and im an absolute nerd and now theres oboe in the name instead of oboist
Following: 150
Followers: 231
Average hours of sleep: during the semester, probably around 7 or less (depending on the amount of homework due the next day) but during the summer or any break, like 10 lol i love sleep
Lucky number: 3 or 9 i just love those multiplication tables
Instruments: oboe is my primary and flute is wayyyyyy less technically advanced but still good, and then piano like i can play after a lot of practice. though the order i learned them in was piano, flute, then oboe so idk 
What am I wearing? socks, basketball shorts (my favorite pair), and a black t shirt with the grim reaper on it
Dream trip: ive dreamed of a roadtrip through europe but i live in america so ive also dreamed of a roadtrip through america, canada, and mexico
Favourite food: i have an insatiable sweet tooth and love chocolate... but also katsudon is superbly amazing to eat 
Nationality: american 
Favourite song(s): see this playlist for my list of songs that i could never skip on shuffle 
Last book read: Currently reading “The Tao of Chess” by  Peter Kurzdorfer. its been a while since ive read books so youll get my current read, not my last read
Top 3 fictional universes to live in: percy jackson, a:tla, merlin 
Favourite colour: purple, though turquoise or seafoam is high up there
Tagging: whoever wants to do this as well! 
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fanficshiddles · 5 years
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Cooling down, One shot
Thank you for the prompt! Always love some Jotun Loki and knotting ;-)
torukun1 submitted:
Could you write a Jotun!Loki/OFC story where it’s an unbearably hot summer night and OFC-chan goes to her kitchen freezer to rub an ice cube on her face to cool off (the A/C’s broken) and Loki comes to see why she got up from bed and she tries to do some ice play but the coldness of the ice against his body makes Loki’s glamour disappear and he freaks out and gets scared, shoving her away and hiding himself because he’s ashamed of his true heritage and doesn’t want her to know how ugly and monstrous he really is (LOL yeah sure) but she thinks his Jotun form is super sexy and especially loves how cold he is because it’s so hot outside (also his Jotun!form should have ridges down there that are “ribbed for her pleasure”, so to speak. And plz include knotting!)
The OFC can be named and look like however you want or not be given any specifics at all, I don’t care either way.
 Violet wiped the sweat from her forehead when she made her way downstairs to the kitchen. Even the tiles on the floor were warm instead of cold like they normally were on her bare feet.
She was wearing minimal clothing, shorts and a vest top. No underwear, it was much too hot for any of that.
Heading straight to the freezer she rummaged around and grabbed the bag of ice cubes. She pressed it against her forehead, cheeks, then her chest.
‘Oh yes.’ She moaned at the cool feeling, though it didn’t last for long.
A long pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her waist and she was pulled back into a firm, warm body.
‘What are you doing out of bed, baby?’ Loki mumbled and pressed kisses along her shoulder.
‘It’s too hot. I can’t cope.’ She groaned, moving her head to the side to give him more access as he started kissing up her neck.
‘Hmm. So… sex is out of the question?’ Loki grinned, one of his hands slipped up to cup just below her left breast.
‘Unless there’s a way to do it without getting all hot and bothered.’ She sighed, annoyed that her hair was sticking to her neck, getting in Loki’s way too.
She turned around in his arms and a cheeky grin spread across her lips. Loki raised his eyebrow at her, wondering what she was up to. But he didn’t get a chance to ask before she pushed the bag of ice against his bare stomach, he was only wearing boxers.
Loki let out a gasp from the cold, but then to his horror, he realised his Seidr glamour had dropped and he was revealing his true Jotun form to her.
Violet’s eyes widened in awe as she gazed upon his blue form.
Truly beautiful.
She reached out to touch him, the tips of her fingers only just touching his forearm before he flinched and backed away.
‘Don’t touch me.’ He said quickly, voice wavering.
‘Loki? It’s ok. It’s’
‘No!’ Loki turned on his heels and ran out of the room, she heard him running upstairs into the bathroom and locking the door.
‘Oh, Loki.’ She sighed sadly and rushed up after him.
She tried the door, but it was locked. So she knocked softly.
‘Loki. Come on, it’s me. You don’t need to hide from me.’ She called through.
‘You… You shouldn’t have seen that side of me.’ He said back.
She shook her head. ‘Why not? It’s you.’
There was silence for a moment before he replied.
‘Because I’m a hideous monster.’
Her heart broke entirely for him. But she knew the only way to get him to come out.
‘Loki Odinson get your ass out here right now and speak to me face to face!’ She shouted firmly.
Loki gave in and unlocked the door, he emerged to find Violet with her arms folded over her chest. Though it was hard to take her seriously when she had sweat dripping down her forehead and her vest top was clinging to her in such a way that her hardened nipples were showing right through it.
She saw him moisten his lips with his tongue as he glanced down at her body, but then he looked into her eyes. He took her hands in his.
‘I was always told that frost giants were monsters. Children were told stories about them, they were the worst kind of monsters to have under your bed.’ He said sadly.
‘Loki. That doesn’t mean it’s true. It doesn’t mean you’re a monster. You are you. You’re no monster.’ Violet reached up and cupped his cheek. He closed his eyes and sighed, leaning into her touch.
‘I still wish you hadn’t seen that side of me. Frost giants are monsters. We’
‘Shhh!’ Violet put her hand over his mouth. ‘If you keep saying you’re a monster, then you’re one sexy ass monster.’ She smiled, slightly blushing.
Loki raised an eyebrow at her in wonder. And wanting her to continue.
‘I… uh… Thought you were really attractive like that. Beautiful.’ She admitted bashfully.
It was then Loki’s turn to smirk. He knew she wasn’t lying, because obviously he could tell a lie from a mile off.
He folded his arms over his chest in amusement. ‘You really think that side of me was attractive?’
She shrugged. ‘Yeah. You were nice and cold too… Is every part of your body cold?’ She asked and her gaze flitted down briefly to his boxers before going back up to his eyes.
‘Ohh yes.’ Loki nodded, his eyes darkening.
Violet fluttered her eyelashes at him and moved in closer to his body. ‘Well… I could certainly do with an icicle to suck right now…’ She teased and kissed just above his right nipple, unable to reach any higher because of how tall he was. Even on her tiptoes.
‘You… you’re serious? You want me to… let you spend time with my Jotun side?’
‘I do, Loki. I love you, for you. No matter what you look like… It just so happens that you are super sexy in both forms. But right now, I could do with some… cold.’ She grinned.
Loki cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. ‘Alright. For you.’
He took a step back and closed his eyes, concentrating for a second. Then his true form took over his body, his skin turned blue and the beautiful markings formed on his skin. His eyes were red and he even seemed to gain a bit more height.  
Violet was in complete amazement.
She stepped in close to him, she could see he was a little nervous about being in that form for her. But when she reached out and started trailing her fingers down his chest, he relaxed more and shivered under her touch.
‘So, so pretty.’ She said in wonder, then she reached up to trace the ridges on his face.
Violet loved how cool his skin was, she was already starting to cool down slightly. But her body was heating up in a different kind of way. Especially between her thighs.
‘Do you have these markings on your cock too?’ She grinned, trailing her fingers down his chest and lower to his abdomen.
‘Yes… Well, my cock is not exactly normal now.’
‘What do you mean?’ Violet asked.
‘There’s… ah, ridges, on them. And uhh… well, a knot.’ He rubbed the back of his head nervously, thinking she would instantly change her mind and run for the hills.
But he was surprised that her eyes widened in excitement and she quickly sank to her knees, yanking his boxers down on the way. Revealing his large cock, that was definitely a few inches bigger than previously, and he was already semi-hard.
Violet licked her lips, feeling hungry for him all of a sudden. He wasn’t lying when he said he had ridges, she shivered at the thought of that inside of her. How good it would feel. Better than any kind of sex toy.
She leaned in closer and anchored her hands on his lean thighs, enjoying the coolness on her palms while she licked the tip of his cock and then greedily started sucking him.
‘Oh, Violet.’ Loki moaned and his head fell backwards, he clenched his hands into fists at his sides to try and refrain from grabbing her hair. He didn’t want to hurt her.
But her mouth… God her mouth, it felt so wonderfully warm in contrast to his cold cock. She was so wet, her tongue rolled around him and she sucked with such vigour, Loki was cursing himself for not showing this form previously if this was how she was going to react.
She certainly did treat his cock like an icicle. When she tasted his precum, that made her go into a slight frenzy. There was an odd taste, slightly sweet and almost vanilla like. It was cool too.
So her eagerness heightened. She took him down her throat as far as she could before gagging around him, but even then, she didn’t slow down.
‘Calm down… love.’ Loki said strained. ‘I can’t knot your mouth, that won’t be… good.’ He grunted and gave a small thrust of his hips forward, but tried to control himself. Though it was getting to the stage where he couldn’t.
She hummed around him, and that was almost the breaking point for Loki. ‘Stop. Violet.’ He barked and this time he did grab her hair, but to pull her off him. ‘I need inside you.’
Violet squeezed her thighs together in excitement. She stood up quickly and he threw her over his shoulder quickly, making her laugh and wriggle excitedly. He gave her bum a playful smack, briefly forgetting his strength and making her yelp as it hurt like a bitch. But she liked it.
Loki carried her to the bedroom and tossed her down on the bed. He was on top of her instantly and tearing at her clothes like a wild animal.
Violet spread her legs wide for him, she could already feel her arousal soaking her. She’d never enjoyed giving a blowjob so much before. But now looking down between them at his imposing presence, she was getting more and more excited about him taking her in this form.
Loki kissed her forcibly, his tongue slid into her mouth and she could feel the changed dominance in him. It was only arousing her further. The more animalistic side to him.
‘I… won’t be able to stop once we start.’ He panted, his cock rock hard and straining towards her. Like it had a mind of its own and knew exactly where its destination was.
‘Just take me, Loki. Please.’ She whimpered and bucked her hips up towards him, trying to offer her body more to him.
He gripped her hips and flipped her over, making her gasp in surprise. He pulled her up onto her hands and knees, an arm around her middle just below her breasts. In one smooth movement, he pushed himself into her warm, wet, cunt.
The two started moaning and whimpering straight away. He moved as slow as possible to start with, pushing in as deep as he could get before pulling out. The ridges on his cock were perfectly placed, she could feel every single one massaging her inner walls. Hitting every pleasure point. Even ones she didn’t know existed.
‘Holy… Fuck... Loki.’ She cried out in pleasure. The sheer size of him was causing her clit to be stimulated with every thrust.
Loki was growling in ways that she had never heard before. His arm around her middle was tight, holding her as close to him as possible. Her arms and legs were too weak and shaky to hold herself up, so Loki had to do that for her. This was a dominant side that she had never seen before… And she loved every second of it.
Violet had never had such good cock before. She couldn’t stop crying because of how good it actually was. Loki nipped and sucked against the back of her neck, keeping her hair out of the way. His free hand couldn’t resist fondling her breasts, she was greatly enjoying the coolness of his fingers on her nipples.
She lost count how many times she came on his cock, he never relented. His stamina was amazing. But eventually, he started really pushing into her trying to get as deep as he could. The tip of him pressed against her cervix painfully, but the pleasure was still too good that it only mixed in nicely.
‘Mine!’ Loki snarled and bit down particularly hard on the back of her neck, shocking her body into complete submission as he started to swell inside of her.
‘Oh…. G… God.’ She sobbed as she felt him grow larger inside her, his knot throbbed deliciously right against her G spot.
She kept crying out and speaking garbled nonsense when he came inside her, spurting deep. It was so cold, it felt amazing. But he kept coming, his knot holding it all inside her, aside from a very small amount that managed to seep out from around his knot and down her thigh. She couldn’t believe it. She was surprised her stomach didn’t swell up from the sheer amount.
Loki released her neck from his teeth once he finished coming, the last few sprays shooting into her. The pulsing of his knot calmed down, but he was still snugly trapped inside of her.
He collapsed down on his side, pulling her with him. He made sure he kept her held firmly against him, not wanting to hurt her with his knot.
‘Holy…. Fuck.’ Was all she could say, she felt incredibly floaty. Still on a high.
Loki caressed her body softly, mainly her breasts, until she calmed down. But his touch was arousing her still, and not helping to get his own arousal down either. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to be pulling out of her for a while. At least a few more loads to go.
He buried his face into her hair while she enjoyed feeling his chest heaving against her back.
‘Cooler now, love?’ He asked cockily.
‘A… bit…’ She gasped, still not used to the feeling of all of him inside her like that when she moved slightly. ‘But… I am going to need you to come in my mouth later. I want to taste you more. Or, at least let me lick you clean when you pull out.’ She turned her head around enough to look at him, smiling. Eyes still glazed over.
‘Dirty little minx.’ He chuckled, holding her chin tightly while he kissed her. His cool lips felt delightful against hers.
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elliotlikespuke · 5 years
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Plz post them!!
why can I never just post a short thing. why can I never just say “hey wouldn’t it be cool if [this thing] could happen”?
knee injury (I just learned that a paramedic and emt are not the same thing??? So pretend this says paramedic and not emt) -I’m so torn, because I don’t want him to have to take time off from competing, but every athlete will at some point -at some point during a gp series, yuri dislocates his knee -he’s been a skater for a long time, and he knows how to take a fall, and therefore its so so stupid that he managed to slam his kneecap into the ice at an awkward angle -it had happened before, sure, usually leading to some swelling and an intense bruise. it had also happened on his hips, ankles, elbows, you name it -this time though, the pain cuts through him before he’s aware of anything else, and suddenly he feels like he’s going to be sick all over the ice, or pass out, or both -he can’t even cry, he can barely make a sound the pain is so extreme -since the rink he skates at is always full of skaters, someone helps him off the ice and onto a bench before he dies, since it looks like he might do that from the shock -an ambulance is called immediately, because in the leggings he wears you can clearly see his right kneecap is well off from where it’s meant to be -he can barely get words out, but when yakov makes a move for his knee, ready to poke around it to assess the damage, yuri all but squeaks at him not to -he doesn’t want to look down at his leg, and is almost certain that if he does, he’ll puke -he doesn’t know why yakov asks him to straighten it, it’s clearly dislocated, what good could that possibly do, but he tries, and that’s when he starts crying -theres no warning, no possibility of holding back any tears, one minute his eyes are dry and the next his cheeks are wet with big fat tears -from what we saw at the 2016 gpf, he’s not a pretty crier, nor is he a quiet one -injuries aren’t uncommon in the rink, but injuries to this degree definitely are, and everyone collectively comes to a standstill -yakov stays beside him, handing him tissues to press his face into since he hates letting people see him cry -yakov keeps talking to him, telling him the ambulance will be there soon and to just keep holding on, but yuri still feels like he’s going to pass out -yakov feels a responsibility to his students to go with them when they are injured, and this is exactly what he does -he dismisses the rest of his students for the day, understanding that viktor, yuuri, mila, and georgi will likely meet him at the hospital -the ambulance finally arrives, and yuri’s troubles had only just begun. -the first thing they did was brace his leg. one emt grabbed yuri’s leg, above and below the knee, and he cried out. touching any part of his leg was absolutely torturous, sending pain through his whole body, and making his vision go white -the other tapped his foot, asking him to move it. he did, against his will and his better judgement, letting himself explode in pain again. the second emt began to press his toes, making sure he still had feeling -fuck, he had feeling. he had way too much feeling -once the board and bandages came out, his stomach gave up the fight. it was either puke or pass out, and he wished so dearly he could pass out -he barely got the words “m gonna puke” out of his mouth before he was heaving. a bag was pushed under his chin to catch what they could. -“alright,” one of the emts said “when we get you in the ambulance, we’ll get you some medication and have you feeling a lot better” -viktor and yuuri had floated over, after rushing to change from skates to street shoes. yuri couldn’t be assed to pay attention to them -the emts counted down, and lifted him from the bench to the stretcher, and walked him to the ambulance with yakov following behind, carrying a bag of puke -once he was in the ambulance, everything got a lot easier. the man in the back with him and yakov gave him a needle to the arm, full of heavy pain medication, and very quickly he felt much better -“how do you feel, yura?” “better. tired.” -the medication definitely helped. he felt a bit floaty, a bit tired. -“how do you feel, yakov?” “i’m fine, yura”
heat exhaustion -japan, especially a southern town like hasetsu, got much, much hotter than st petersburg -visiting japan in the off season had become one of yuri’s favourite things since his first time, and having otabek there made everything so much more fun -the only thing he didn’t count on was that otabek loved the heat, arguably more than he should. he must be used to it, yuri supposed, because almaty was just as hot, albeit less humid -yuri felt like he was suffocating. he’d never been very good at thermoregulation, given his stature and lack of body fat, and blood the consistency of rabbit piss, apparently -runs every morning, usually followed by skating or ballet, which otabek skipped in favour of something more suited to him -today, however, the sun was out, the weather was “beautiful” (according to otabek) and they were on vacation, so after their morning run otabek decided he wanted to go shopping -it was somewhat of a tradition ever since barcelona, to shop together around whichever city they found themselves in. yuri, ever impulsive, usually ended up buying more than otabek -he’d noticed it first on the run with otabek, and then again about an hour into shopping. his thigh muscles would cramp for a few minutes, almost halting him in his tracks, or forcing him to the ground. -the next thing he noticed was a faint sense of dizziness. he went through a mental checklist. he’d eaten breakfast, had water before and after his run... -otabek noticed something was off fairly soon after. -“can you blame me? i'm fucking boiling. i feel like a lobster.”“you're starting to look like a lobster. did you put sunscreen on?” -otabek pulled his bag off his shoulder, and offered him a water bottle. yuri accepted it gratefully, the liquid inside the metal bottle somehow not boiling from the heat of the sun. he only took a few sips before handing it back to otabek. it was making his stomach twist -otabek raised his eyebrows but said nothing other than “do you want to head back?” and yuri nodded, not having bought a thing in his sour mood -the walk back was harder. they’d walked further than he thought from the katsuki’s inn, and his stomach was really starting to turn. everything in it felt undigested and heavy, and he was forced to stifle burps into his hand to relieve the pressure -he started salivating. weird, because he could have sworn any liquid in him had been sweat out of his pores. he desperately gulped it back, so glad otabek wasn’t much of a talker, but wishing he wasn’t either, so the lack of conversation wouldn’t be so noticeable -“fuck,” yuri said “this is disgusting”otabek hummed a question“it’s so fucking hot.” -walking into an air conditioned room somehow broke him, and he made a beeline for the nearest bathroom, ignoring the dizziness and confused looks from the few people in the lobby -he collapsed in front of the toilet, his whole body shaking with the desire to vomit, and the desire to do absolutely anything but that -what he desired was irrelevant, because soon enough he was spewing into the toilet, a torrent of near-projectile strength, the meagre water he’d taken from otabek, all the food from breakfast and a good deal of stomach acid -he heard a door and felt his long hair being gathered up, but couldn’t turn much given the almost constant retching -he’s just wondering to himself how on earth someone his size could possibly hold so much vomit when the retching begins to taper off -“do you have a headache?” yuri thinks its a strange first question to ask someone who’s just vomited so roughly there are tears streaming down his face, but he answers “no, i’m just so dizzy.” -otabek’s hand is still fisted in his hair, rather roughly, but yuri supposes he’s glad, because his shoulder-length hair would definitely have gotten dirty -“and you’re still sweating, that’s good.” yuri’s about to reply that it’s nearly forty degrees and humid, of course he’s fucking sweating, when otabek says “that means it’s not heatstroke at least.” -they spend the better part of an hour camped on the bathroom floor together, yuri occasionally heaving, and otabek holding an ice pack against the back of his neck
allergies and nosebleeds -you know what else hasetsu has a lot more of than st petersburg? ragweed. the plant that torments yuri the most -it’s no wonder he picked a winter sport when just a few minutes outside in the summer will give him sneezing fits, leaving his nose and eyes watering, and his mouth itching -allergy medicines are always trial and error too, some years they work and some years they don’t, and this year they definitely don’t -yuuri and his family have become so familiar with the phrase “but’ zdarov’” that they’ve started using it themselves -for what it’s worth, otabek thinks his sneezes are adorable, especially when they’re directed into his sweater paws. -yuri usually doesn’t stifle, since he tries not to do anything by half, but in the crowded restaurant at the katsuki inn, he doesn’t have much of a choice -his nose is still tingling from being outdoors that day, and no amount of nose blowing, showering, or steam from the hot springs will clear it -he directs his stifles into his fist mostly, lacking tissues with him and enjoying his meal with otabek too much to get up and grab them -otabek is telling him a story when suddenly he stops, looks intently under yuri’s nose, and says “I think your nose is bleeding” -yuri swears and swipes at his nose with the back of his hand. otabek is right, a thin trickle of blood is starting to flow from his abused nose. he swears again and grabs one of the hot (now cold) towels from the beginning of their meal and bring it to his nose -luckily it’s black, but he’s not sure if the restaurant will be able to reuse it after this. it’s still better than bleeding all over himself and his meal -otabek will joke later that it was he who gave yuri a nosebleed, because yuri finds him just so irresistible
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coffehousecreations · 5 years
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And They Were Roommates
Jack of All Trades Chpt 1. 
Click here for the Prologue
Word Count: 1591
TW: Cussing and creepy roommates
Hope y’all like my lil update. I just realized that this is my first real writing project, so go easy on me. I’m I really love this story and can’t wait to write more!!! I put most of it under the cut so I don’t clog up anyone’s dash. Let me know if you want to be added to a taglist or somethin’
Love coffee ☕️ 
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As a rule, Nova took very good care to remain anonymous. She operated under the name Echo. She didn’t interact with her more serious customers if she could help it and stuck to shadows. On the job, her face was always covered by a hood or mask. Her body type obscured by baggy clothes and various sized heels.
She was a ghost.
However, Nova had been on the Italian Mafia’s most wanted list ever since she invited the cops to the Conte’s “family gathering”. A rather affectionate name for a weapons exchange deal she thought. That was a few months ago. Still, the mob has a talent for sniffing out rats in the street. And while she was confident in her own safety, Nova didn’t want to jeopardize her contacts in the NYPD.
Staten Island is barely a part of New York City, but it’s easy to blend in so it makes a good place to put a safe house. No one knew Nova, no one would, and she liked it that way. Even if the pizza wasn’t as good as Sal’s, at least it wasn’t fucking New Jersey.
Nova sighed and sat down at her computer. Alright. It’s time to move again. She pulled up craigslist, her best friend since she moved back to New York, and began to scroll. She needed a bit of cash and an apartment with no questions asked. Luckily, she found both.
“PLZ HELP” in bright blue letters. She clicked on the listing.
“Please help me get rid of my crazy roommate. He’s insane but i think we can trick him if you move in and we pretend he never existed. The room will be free for the first month if you want to stay. It’ll be like that episode in friends please I don’t know what to do”
Underneath the plea, were pictures of a clean, medium sized, two bedroom apartment. Along with these photos was a video titled “And they were roommates”. It was a five minute video pieced together from snapchat stories and secret filming of a short man with black hair and olive skin doing increasingly creepy shit. Things like calling every 20 mins, watching people sleep, and somehow almost burning the kitchen down after trying to “cook a goldfish.”
She’d never seen Friends, but it sounded like the perfect job after being stuck in a small studio apartment. Ever since she was young, Nova liked to prank people. At least now it’s for a good cause She reasoned. If she was being honest with herself, however, Nova knew she was excited for any excuse to get out of the safe house. Her fingers clicked along the keyboard to inquire after the job and apartment.  
Hardly a minute later her computer chimed and a message appeared.
“OOf thank you so much I was starting to lose hope. YES. I still need help with this as soon as you can. If you can come today I would be forever grateful. My roommate is out until 2 so if you can come before that it would be grEAT. Thank you so much again.”
Now there was a curiosity in Nova. What the hell was she getting herself into? 
She knew nothing about who she was coming to the aid of. By the state of his message and listing, he was at the very least desperate. Although Nova was not the most adept at using technology, it didn’t seem to be a scam. Thoughts raced through her head, calculating possibilities and outcomes. What if her new roommate be just as crazy as the one she was meant to replace? Then again, it was a free apartment.
“I’ll be there in an hour.” 
A ferry ride, a subway, and an uber later, Nova was there. All of her belongings fit into a suitcase and a backpack, which served as her loyal companions during the trip. The address was on a corner of Broadway street next to an old theater. She smirked and her eyes darted around, taking in the sight with anticipation. As she walked up the stairs there was a slight creaking, but she could work with that. Promptly, Nova reached her destination: apartment 310. 
The man that opened the door before her didn’t look insane. He was wearing a fashionable outfit for late summer in New York: a well fitting button down with khakis and even matching shoes. But his eyes were a tired and worn out brown under slightly askew glasses. 
“Jack of all trades?” he half pleaded. That was Nova’s username for smaller gigs like this and she was used to the sound of it now. 
“Looks like we’re going to be roommates for a while,” She hesitated before reciting his username back, “frog legs and fried chicken???” 
Turning into the apartment, the young man gave a slight chuckle and introduced himself as Dallas Montgomery the Third. Nova was hardly surprised at the bit of southern twang in his voice. One that was energized and enunciated yet retained some drawl. Most likely northern Louisiana she determined. 
“Alright, so I’ve already changed the locks and put his stuff out on the street, but that’s the easy part. How do we convince Tommy boy he don’t live here?” Dallas put his hands on his hips and squinted, looking around the apartment as if it was hiding answers somewhere.
Nova followed suit. Her eyes traced the details of the apartment. A couch and a few chairs were facing the TV on the wall. The clock said it was almost 2. The kitchen was off to the left and the bedrooms just beyond. Only the living room could be seen from the doorway. 
As his eyes scanned the room, Dallas noticed his new roommate walking aimlessly with a suitcase in hand. “Your room is the one on the left.” There was a nod of acknowledgement and she disappeared behind a door. The next moment, she reappeared with a large painting where her suitcase had been previously.
Dallas blinked. “Redecorating already, or did you just really not want that in your room?” He queried, watching as she glided across the room and replaced the piece she was holding with an old movie poster on the wall. He blinked again and realized that his jaw must have dropped at the sight, cause when Nova caught sight of his face, her smirk turned into a wide grin. 
“Relax, it’s only temporary.” Her voice soothed and her eyes reassured. The poster was set against the back of the couch. “Help me move this?” Nova motioned to the chair. Dazed and confused, yet willing, Dallas picked up one end and shuffled across the room.
Suddenly, there was a banging on the door and a muffled, angry voice. Dallas turned wide eyes to his only hope at getting his apartment back to normal. But, Nova didn’t seem shaken at all. In fact, still wore a small smirk as she grabbed a large plant and walked towards the door. Setting it down right next to the kitchen entrance, she signaled for Dallas to get behind it. She took a deep breath as the pounding continued and was grateful that she had decided to wear a striped shirt. Then Nova opened the door. 
In its place was the angry, short man from the video who was still shouting. “What the hell Dal? Why’s all my shit on the street and my keys don’t even work, man! What the Hell?” He tried to push his way past the door. However, Nova’s foot was placed firmly behind it, leaving a small opening that the roommate was too muscled to fit though. He finally stopped throwing a tantrum long enough to look at Nova and realize that it was not his roommate. Blonde hair framed innocent brown eyes that looked up at him. “Who da fuck are you?”
“Pardon,” she batted her eye-lashes at him and continued in a light and flawless french accent, “I believe you have the wrong apartment.” He stared, stupefied. “Desole - uh, sorry,” she continued and began to close the door. At the movement, the crazy roommate, Tommy, snapped to his senses. 
“Nah uh, I live here. This is my apartment.” He pushed once more at the door and it slammed back into her foot. “This is my apartment,” He repeated, a bit louder and slower, as if doing so would change the language in which it was said, despite his New Yorker accent.
If there was a camera to look into, Dallas would’ve been Jim from the Office. Nova maintained her composure, however, in her response. “C’est dommage. This apartment is mine.” Although her smile was still friendly, her eyes were about to throw daggers while her head tilted inside. Tommy’s eyes narrowed as they left Nova’s face and transitioned to the apartment. She saw them hit the painting and his eyebrows raised. Swiftly, they moved to the green leaves behind her, down to a non-existent chair and stopped.
Tommy took a step back, closing his eyes and letting out a distressed huff through his nose. He looked like an angry customer who claimed to know the manager while unknowingly talking to the manager. 
“So sorry miss - uh.” He looked behind him while Nova smiled sweetly. “I’ll just be going. Sorry to trouble you.”
“No problem,” Nova beamed. “Pleure un coup, tu pisseras moins.” Laughing awkwardly, Tommy quickly retreated down the stairs. As soon as the door shut, Dallas emerged from the plant.
“You are a Goddess among men.”
“Damn right.”
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delicrieux · 6 years
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my little world
PAIRING: felix rosier x reader
summary: (name) has finally graduated Hogwarts and has invited some close friends to celebrate!
this is a concontion i’ve created by combining sevral requests and @wispila ‘s beautiful art:   Helloo,, can I request a fic of Felix Rosier (aaahh sorry, a lot of people are probably requesting for him, but the way you portrayed him extremely caught my heart) If possible, just a little one shot, after Felix' graduation from hogwarts and mc would write to him during summer and eventually, they go out exploring the muggle world, and going out on dates. They're supposed to lay off magic because (this must be corny but,) the magic is already their love for each other ??? / plz plz plz some felix x mc cuteness!!! / Hello! Love your felix x mc fics. Can you maybe write more? Maybe something after mc graduates Hogwarts?
a/n: the letters are my favorite part to write. also, the bit abt the russian scarf: i actually saw this girl wearing it when i was @ theatre and it opened my eyes to all new fashion possibilities. AND, felix knows french that’s a hc and you cant prove me otherwise. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO @slytherin-princess1 FOR COMING THRUUUU WITH THIS AESTHETIC!!!!!!!!!!!! <3  ily babes<3 
feedback is always appreciated xoxo
MASTERLIST. ko-fi (i chug coffee as i write these fics, and another cup would make me happy <3)
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Felix Rosier is unnaturally nervous when he knocks on your door; your neighbourhood is lively and full of young children playing in their yards, cars passing by to find a free parking space, and animals running around for a more secluded place to nap in. It is all a stark contrast to his home - wrapped up in solitude - as yours is the epitome of rowdy British life. He notes your muggle neighbours watching football on the telly from where he stands; the window is open and they are screaming profanities and cheers alike. The sky, golden and rosy, casts a dim glow on the world. His hand, holding a carefully picked batch of colourful flowers, sweats. He overhears some teens rave about an unfamiliar punk band. Felix Rosier, in all his glory, has never felt more out of place. He looks posh and feels ridiculous. Perhaps he should just leave?
This ongoing train of thought, more of doubt than anything, promptly stops when you swing the door open, your small frame draped over by a black Russian scarf with ornaments and flowers adoring its back. He inhales sharply at the sight, his lips, much to his displeasure as he can no longer hold his cool façade, quirk into a smile. It is the same gift he had sent you many moons ago, when he was touring Russia with his family. He figures, due to the two of you exchanging letters every week for years now, that it would only be natural, if not a bit forward, to bring back a souvenir. Though, Felix could hardly help himself. The scarf simply reminded him of you, and he had no choice but to purchase it. But…now that he thinks of it, thinks how beautiful you look wearing something he gifted, something that he very clearly indented you to wear, everything that he saw in Russia, everything ringing true to beauty – paintings, statues, a little flowers – always reminded him of you.
“You made it.” You beam, stepping aside to let him enter your humble abode, though not missing the chance to eye the pretty flowers in his grasp. You blush lightly, already anticipating as to when he will give them to you. You momentarily rack your mind for where your mother hid all the vases. “The rest are in the garden.” You say as you close the door with a soft click.
His eyes stop wandering around your humble palace – it is more muggle like than he had expected, but somehow it makes it all the more cosy. Magic is a double sided coin, after all. Some, like his parents, and many other pureblood families chose to view it as a tool of power, manipulation, and calculation. However, the more humane ones, like your family, like you, use it to enhance the human aspects; the soft aspects, per se, making the lights not as glaring, or the washing machine not as loud. Again, he feels alien to your world, but is strangely content with being a part of it.
You walk past him, most likely to lead the way, but he grabs your wrist and you promptly stop. Curious, you turn to him. Blasted nerves, got the best of him again. He would rather do this here, alone, with you. He does not want probing eyes. Your friends are a favourable bunch, you had insisted on it, but he is much older than you, and this is awkward enough as it is. The two of you had only really become close in your sixth year, when he was stressed from work and you of upcoming graduation, curses, and Jacob being back. You had always been a pupil to him, but now…It would be hard to imagine you in that same image. He does not wish to, either.
“(Name) (Lastname),” Felix addresses you formally, as if to give a grand speech. You refrain from snorting. His look of refinement soon shifts to careful admiration, “Or simply… Mon Petit Monde [1] .” Your heart swells in your chest and you grin; he lets go of you to take out his wand. Whispering a few spells under his breath, the flowers he had been holding swirl and turn and link to one another to make a crown that, after floating in the air for a few short seconds, slowly lands onto your head, “Congratulations on completing seven dangerous years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and only losing a handful of House points I could complain about. You have been, and continue to be, an outstanding witch, trusted friend, and loving woman. “He never breaks eye contacts as he says this, “I am immensely proud of you. And…I love you.”
“Oh, Felix…” You pull him into a tight embrace, “You absolute…you…sweetheart! The distain for other is just a facade, isn’t it?”
“…Sure.” He replies awkwardly after a pause, and you snicker.
Standing on your tippy-toes you kiss the side of his lips, whispering, “And I love you, as well…” Grasping his hand firmly, with no intention of letting go, you say, “Come, I’ll introduce you to my friends. Also, Jacob wants to meet you.”
“Should I be worried?”
You look him dead in the eye, “Only if you have something to hide.”
“Just your many misbehavings and foolish adventures during your first few years at Hogwarts. Oh, and your embarrassing love confession.”
“What was embarrassing about my confession?”
“You sent me a Howler.”
“…I’m just…really… passionate…”
 BONUS:
Mon Petit Monde,
You have a way with words like no other. It is troubling to admit how deeply they had affected me. I would be lying if I said that I do not miss your letters, and that they do not make me happy when they finally come. I would also be lying if I said that I do not keep and cherish every single one of them, no matter their coherency. Even if it is one sentence only. The most letters I get are from my friends and colleagues, and they all are dull in comparison. Perhaps I am…blinded. Perhaps your letters mean so much because you write them. Forgive me, I am rambling.
I have been greatly distracted these past few months and I have desperately tried to find a cure for this madness. I feel as if there is a weight on my chest that must be lifted. I have thought hard about it on many sleepless nights, and concluded that, and please do not hate me for this, I am completely enraptured by you. I wish I could say this to you in person. But I am too far away and you are still but a student at the end of your school adventure, and I cannot visit Hogwarts, and you cannot visit me. I wished to see your eyes when I confess. You have the prettiest ones, and I feel as if I can tell no lie when I am in your presence and therefore I would be strict, coherent, to the point. I would not dawdle. Alas, I have no choice but to tell you, because I feel as if I will drown if I do not. Last summer, when we met after so many years, was when something awoke in me, something I myself cannot explain. What I did know is that I could not look at you too much, because if I would I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes away from you at all. I tried to fight this feeling, yet to no avail. Only you can douse it if you wish, or let it burn freely if that is what you desire.
I understand if you do not return my feelings. A part of me thinks that is for the best. Yet another, the one I am slipping to deeper and deeper, wishes for nothing more than to hold you close, day and night. I wait anxiously for your letter, if you chose me to grace me with an answer at all. Either way, I am glad I told you.
Yours, forever,
Felix
[1] mon petit monde - my little world (french)
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artificialqueens · 6 years
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Here I Go Again! (Group Fic) - Epilogue - pureCAMP
A/N - important notice!! there is some smutty smutty smut smut in this, but i didnt write it!! plz send ur love to citrus aka @pianowired bc she wrote it and its absolutely excellent. plz enjoy! (and let me know if a part 2 is needed! <3)
Raja had seen a lot of action, in her time, both for her friends and for herself. She remembered her first was skinny and scrawny as most fifteen year olds are, and he hadn’t impressed her.  He was too excited to actually be inside a girl, and barely lasted two minutes. Of course, she’d told her girls all about it, how it wasn’t really worth the hype, but still worth trying.
  Then was her second, around her sixteenth birthday, and if she remembered correctly, Jinkx had gotten laid that night too. Her ginger friend had admitted that she could barely look the nameless girl in the eye when she awoke, but had enjoyed it nevertheless. In the meantime, they teased Sharon about her chastity, despite it not being her choice. The poor girl was convinced her religious mother had eyes everywhere, and she wasn’t too far from the truth. Whenever the three got up to no good, there always seemed to be someone to report back to Sharon’s mother and get her into trouble.
  For the next two years, Raja lived her life as a hoe and was thoroughly enjoying it. Her experiences ranged from poor to… satisfactory, at best, and she detailed each one to her girls, occasionally expressing her sympathy for Sharon. It wasn’t from lack of interest or trying, bless her, but her mother’s insistence on wearing that damn cross around her neck every day tended to keep boys away. Which was, of course, what the religious old trout wanted it to do.
  Both herself and Jinkx applauded Sharon when she dropped out of high school, all three of them knowing she’d fail regardless, and started to rebel a little more. Their music group was the perfect opportunity to do that - to dress up fashionably, ditch all religious memorabilia and dance away from her mother’s prying eyes. The island a little way off the mainland was their solace, and a great place to pick up boys.
  Around the summer, things changed. Their performances began to bring in more customers to the little tavern, resulting in more ‘fans’ and more guys and girls for Raja and Jinkx to have fun with. One night, she remembered seeing a young guy in the crowd, around their age, watching the show. Normally, Raja would’ve jumped him as soon as the set was over, but his eyes were on Sharon, and Sharon’s eyes were on him, and if this was her friend’s chance to get laid before she turned eighteen, then she’d have to let it happen.
  It was so much more than that in the end. Sharon, now glowing with this new life, detailed all of her experiences to them with her eyes shining. She didn’t retell the stories like Raja did, mentioning the rough movements and emotional detachment from the whole thing. It seemed as though she loved him. Of course, she told them all about going rough and hard and fast, but it always seemed to end with cuddling, with kisses, with romantic walks on the beach as the sun set around them.
  So now all three of them were living the hoe life. It was fun, but it didn’t last.
  After Justin left, Sharon became solitary. She was never around in the daytime like she normally would be, to laugh with Raja and Jinkx and listen to stories and just have fun. Raja shared with Jinkx and Jinkx shared with Raja, and they only saw her when they were performing and a few times in between. She seemed distant.
  Looking back, Raja knew now that it was because her sly dog of a once religious virgin friend had in fact been sneaking off to have rebound flings with two other guys in order to cope with her heartbreak. Back then, they’d just assumed she wanted to be alone.
  So, to cut a long story short, the last of their group to lose her virginity, and the first of the group to ever be in love with someone she’d had sex with, had fallen pregnant. For a good year after the news was revealed to them - through a skin-tight costume that wouldn’t zip up and a tummy that seemed just a little too round to be puppy fat - the hoe life died down. Raja didn’t feel like she could just run off to find a guy and fuck him when her best friend was miserable, heartbroken, hormonal and alone. Call her selfish, but she also didn’t want to be caught in the same predicament.
  With one of her best friends then busy with a newborn, Raja got back out into the dating pool, so to speak. At twenty one, she met her first husband. He was okay-looking, really, tanned with black hair and piercing eyes. Her father paid for the wedding, and he paid for Raja’s surgeries to enhance her bust, and he didn’t fuck too badly, but his lips were larger and faker than her own, and it started to put her off a little. One and a half years later, she divorced him.
  “You paying him back for those?” Sharon had joked, tickling her then-five-year-old Trixie with one hand as she gestured at Raja’s chest with the other.
  “Oh, please.” Raja had responded. “He paid for these and they’re still not as big as yours.”
  Husband number two was a little better, but not much. He owned an international cruise line, so combining Raja’s family wealth with his was pretty luxurious. For a couple of years, she hardly saw her friends, communicating mostly through letters from wherever the cruise ship took them. It was a time of expensive face creams that contained flakes of gold, designer shoes, and world tours to places she’d never even dreamed of seeing.
  But he was boring. Rich, handsome, and oh-so-boring. His every word was a drag, he was a complete drip, and he had the personality of wet toilet paper. He had to go, and two years later he was gone.
  “Gold flakes…” Jinkx had mocked. “And what else? Donkey testicles? Mashed up goats liver? None of my girlfriends have ever cared if I look a little strange.”
  Raja had shrugged and laughed. “If I want to day drink all year round, it’s the price I have to pay.”
  “God, I haven’t day drank in forever. I haven’t night drank in forever. I’m busy being an adult whilst you guys go off and single-handedly date the entire planet.”
  Husband three had taken a while to propose, which was getting on Raja’s nerves, but other than that minor flaw he was perfect. Handsome, well-off, and just the right amount of emotionally involved. He wouldn’t cling, he wouldn’t ignore her, it was just as close to perfect as she could get. That was her happiest wedding day, even if her father had drawn the line and refused to pay for it.
  It really seemed like this one would stand the tests of time and Raja’s ever-changing nature.
  “So you’ve finally found the one?” Sharon had asked, flipping through Raja’s years of wedding photos. In each picture from each wedding, Raja had a different husband and Jinkx had a different lady-friend (she wasn’t very into commitment), but Sharon had the same plus one - her daughter. It was no secret that her days of dating and sex seemed to be over already. She never expressed the feeling, but Raja could tell that it hurt her a little.
  “I hope so. You think your man is waiting for you somewhere?” Raja had replied.
  Sharon laughed mirthlessly. “Yeah, he’s out there.” She’d said bitterly. “With someone else, telling her she’s his soulmate.”
  It really did last. Eleven years they were married, and Raja was pretty content. But it seemed that all good things came to an end, whether she wanted them to or not.
  Truthfully, it was her fault. He was kind and sweet and he wanted to be a father. Raja, having intimately witnessed a pregnancy, the birth and watched the child grow up, didn’t want to be a mother. Of course it was magical for Sharon, and she’d never bash her friend for her decision - not after so fiercely defending her to people, even all these years later. Besides, she knew it would be different for her than it had been for Sharon, considering she was thirty six, twice the age that Sharon had been, but she was still put off. She’d never wanted children anyway, and the whole process freaked her out. For others, she was supportive. For herself, she was an inch away from disgusted.
  It was just one of those differences that tears people apart. Their arrangement was no longer working, not really.
  The divorce was a painful one. As she sobbed into Sharon’s chest, Jinkx awkwardly rubbing her back, it seemed to hit her at once that her friend was something of a superhero. Now that she was experiencing heartbreak, she finally understood what Sharon had been through and how hard it must’ve been to carry on. Yet the way she so expertly comforted her showed just how incredible of a mother she’d been, and how she’d relaxed into the role and learned exactly what to do.
  Last time Raja had checked, even though she swore she wasn’t going to, his new wife - blonde, pretty, the works - was six months pregnant. Fine, that was fine. He’d moved on. Raja moved on too.
  Her tricks were getting younger, truth be told. In recent years, the younger men had become even more open about their admiration for older ladies, and whilst Raja was in no way old, she appreciated the attention. With a little bit of Botox, she was pretty much the young man’s dream.
  Still, hooking up with one of Sharon’s hotel slaves, as she so affectionately had nicknamed them, felt a little strange. Karl had told her that he was twenty one, so at the very least he was older than Trixie.
  Admittedly, he was one of the better ones. He wasn’t disgustingly hairy, like some men who tried to approach her, but he also wasn’t pre-pubescent and hairless. Clean shaven, the way she liked it. He was fairly muscular, Filipino, and had a strange streak of blonde in his dark hair. Whether that was a fashion of the youth or not, she didn’t care. Raja still tugged on it in bed with him after the hen party had been infiltrated by the stag do.
  He was skilled enough that, the next morning when Raja crept away so that she didn’t have to sleep besides him any longer, she simply went to beach and lay out in the sun to relax. Her energy was somewhat spent and she needed the ache to subside before she got ready for the wedding.
  “Hey, babe.”
  Raja didn’t even bother opening her eyes. “Babe?”
  Karl lay down next to her, getting sand on the beach towel. “You heard me. I called you babe.”
  “Oh, lord.” Raja scoffed. “Babe indeed. I could be your mother, near enough. Speaking of, where is she? Does she know you’re out?”
  Karl rolled his eyes. “You can’t ignore the chemistry between us, Raj. I know you feel it. I know you felt it last night.”
  He smiled, blindingly white teeth flashing in her direction. Raja hadn’t seen teeth that white since she’d flown out to the clinic to pay for a whitening herself.
  “You’re so cute,” She teased, watching how he tried and failed to compose himself. “I know what you want, sweetcheeks. But you’re playing with fire, and your fingers are gonna get burnt.”
  Karl seemed unfazed. “What if I’d walk through fire for you? What if I’m fireproof?”
  Raja laughed, surprised at his persistence. “I like your style, kid. Just make sure you let your mother know that you’re out, honey.”
  In one smooth motion, Karl rolled over so he was positioned above Raja, kissing along the marked spots on her neck and collarbone. He might’ve been young, but he smelled like sea-salt and he tasted like honey and he sent waves of fire rolling through her body. In all honesty, he was the first to actually make Raja feel young again. Like any minute now she’d be caught, messing around in the sand with a guy she knew almost nothing about. It was thrilling, but she couldn’t exactly let him win.
  “Nice try,” Raja breathed, flipping him over. “Take it easy, slow down. That’s no way to go, now is it?”
  Pinned underneath her, Karl smiled wickedly. “I don’t suppose you wanna show me how it should be done, then?”
  Raja considered it. She could teach him a few new tricks, that would be fun. Combining the young man’s stamina with the older woman’s expertise would definitely, definitely be fun. But on the other hand, they had all the time in the world. It wasn’t like Raja had a stuffy old husband to go home to anymore - she didn’t have anyone waiting for her. Right now, the only person who wanted her attention was Karl, and he seemed happy to wait.
  Besides; she had a wedding to get ready for. She’d wasted enough precious time fooling around in the sand. If she was going to look suitable for this wedding, she needed to start getting ready early. Plus, Sharon would throw an absolute fit if she knew that Raja was distracting one of her hotel slaves.
  “Meet me after the wedding reception.” Raja told him, extending a long, tan leg close to his face. “Maybe then I’ll dance with you.”
  —
  Night had fallen by the time Trixie was changed, packed, and down at the docks ready to leave. Sharon had been rushing around in a flurry to ensure her daughter had everything she’d need, and then some. Call her over-protective and paranoid, but her little girl was leaving home for the first time, going out into the world to find adventures and experiences. It would be nerve-wracking for any mother.
  Around the four of them, a chilly sea breeze blew. The sky was inky, the sea like molten silver as the moonlight glittered off the surface. Everything was still and silent, besides the bobbing of the little boat that would be taking Trixie and Brian to the mainland. Stars twinkled high above.
  “You sure you’ve got everything?” Sharon worried, shivering on the deck. She rubbed her arms to try and warm them, and only moments later, Justin’s suit jacket had been placed over her shoulders.
  Trixie smiled, humouring her. “Yes, mom. I was sure the first time, long before you triple-checked it all.”
  Brian and Justin shared a laugh, their matching grins widening as Sharon playfully shoved them both.
  “Alright, alright. Sorry. It’s a mom thing, I guess. Worrying so much.”
  Shaking his head, Brian smiled. “Sharon, I’ll take good care of her, not that she needs it.”
  Justin chuckled. “I’m sure after being raised by you, she could take on anything.”
  “You’re probably right.” Sharon grinned. “Well. Don’t let me keep you waiting.”
  Her tone changed; quieter, a little more forlorn. It had been the most perfect day ever, and there was no denying that, but goodbyes were always difficult. Sharon’s last goodbye had been tinged with heartbreak, and this one just felt like letting go. She’d always known, really, that the tiny baby who was lulled to sleep by her heartbeat and the gentle rocking of the chair would one day have to leave home. She herself had done it, albeit under different circumstances. Even so, as a mom, she wanted to keep Trixie wrapped up in swaddling blankets forever.
  Trixie threw her arms around her in a hug, squeezing tight the way she always did. Sharon blinked back her tears when she pulled away, offering a weak smile and leaning forwards to hug Brian, too. Her heart skipped a few beats when she noticed Trixie hugging Justin, planting a kiss on his cheek and whispering her goodbyes.
  It was like they were a real family.
  “Go, go on already!” Sharon half-joked, pushing the two lovers towards their boat and trying to ignore how choked up she felt. “God, you kids… Driving me crazy, I tell you. Go on, go and see the world.”
  Justin kissed the top of Sharon’s head and began to help Trixie and Brian loading their bags onto the boat. Before long they were waving goodbye, growing smaller and smaller in the horizon. Sharon didn’t stop waving until they were a mere dot in the distance, not visible against the night sky nor with Sharon’s rapidly-blurring vision.
  “Hey, hey… It’s okay. I’m here.” Justin’s voice was gentle, calming. He pulled Sharon against his chest, sparing her the embarrassment of crying in front of him, and soothingly rubbed her back.
  “My daughter just left home.” Sharon sniffed, muffled against his shirt. “I feel like the definition of not okay.”
  He leant down and kissed the tip of her nose, making her giggle. “I know. But she said she’ll write, and she’s so excited for this. She’s like how we used to be.”
  Justin began to walk away from the docks, one hand in Sharon’s, heading towards the taverna. “Remember? Life was so exciting. The world was this brand new place and we’d get to discover it all.”
  Sharon snorted in spite of herself. “Of course I do. But don’t you think we’re a little old for that now?”
  “Old? You make us sound like pensioners.” Justin laughed. “Babe, we’re both thirty eight. Not even forty yet. That’s not old. Some people call it the prime years.”
  He nudged his wife suggestively, to which she burst out laughing. “Uh huh, sure. You really think we’re better now than we were twenty years ago? I’m saggier, fatter, wrinklier… the list goes on.”
  “You’re so stupid. I don’t see any of that.” Justin defended her, squeezing her hand. “You’re curvy, you’re beautiful… you still have those slutty lips that I love.”
  Sharon gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, acting scandalized. “Slutty lips?! And you call yourself a gentleman?!”
  Justin shrugged. “So you’re saying that when we fuck, it won’t be as good as it used to be? You’re not slutty anymore?”
  “No! I’m not saying that!”
  “You sure?”
  “Yes!”
  “I don’t know, it sounds like that’s what you’re saying.”
  “It won’t be worse! It’ll be better!”
  “Prove it.”
  The challenging gleam in Justin’s eyes sent waves of heat rolling through Sharon’s body. Fuck, she’d missed him. The taunts, the teasing, the dirty talk and the mischievous behaviour. It was ridiculous that she could still feel like she was eighteen even now, just being in his presence. He hadn’t changed a bit, and he was making her run wild.
  “We’re not going to make it to my house, are we?” Sharon asked, half-joking, half-sultry and narrow-eyed.
  Justin’s face was a picture of bliss. “Mmm… I don’t think so. But hey, I see our cabin is still standing. Maybe we should re-acquaint ourselves.”
  Sharon shook her head, laughing. “You… you’re the reason I’m so bad. Cabin it is, before I fucking explode.”
*
The two of them all but ran to the cabin, Justin’s arms flying to Sharon’s waist as she kicked the door closed. As soon as they were alone he kissed her, and it was everything and nothing like she remembered. It was the same passion, the same fire, but his soft lips were accompanied by scratchy stubble and his arms were stronger and more defined than they’d been twenty years ago.
  “Bed,” Sharon demanded as she broke the kiss, pulling Justin across the cabin and into the small, doorless bedroom. The bed was decently sized, fitted with clean white sheets that told Justin that Sharon had been taking care of the cabin even after all this time. He kissed her again, laying her down on the bed and slotting a leg between her thighs as her tongue dipped into his mouth.
  “Told you I love these slutty lips,” he mumbled against her mouth, hands pushing her skirt up her hips. Sharon chuckled, unbuttoning Justin’s shirt and shoving it off his shoulders before trailing a hand down his chest. He was softer than he’d been before, no longer skinny and gangly, and he shivered under her touch after twenty years of deprivation.
  “You’ve certainly aged better than I have,” Sharon grinned as he tossed his hair in mock vanity.
  “I have no idea what you’re talking about, babe, you don’t look a day over twenty-five.”
  Sharon scoffed. “Sure.”
  “I mean it,” he insisted, moving the top of her dress down too so that the garment was bunched around her waist. “You’re gorgeous no matter how you look. Also, no bra? Really? It’s like you planned this.”
  Sharon laughed and shrugged, her giggle turning into a low moan as Justin rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “You’ll be happy to know I decided against going commando while we sent our daughter and her boyfriend off to travel the world.”
  Justin smiled, snapping the elastic of her underwear against her hip and grinning wider when she yelped in surprise. “You’re so beautiful.”
  Sharon rolled her eyes, pulling him in for another kiss.
  “Can you cut the crap and fuck me already?” she mumbled against his lips, pulling his hands down to rest on her thighs and placing her own hands on his hips. He laughed as she cupped his growing erection through his trousers, squeezing lightly and making him groan.
  “So needy, always so needy,” he teased, shucking off his trousers while Sharon freed herself completely from her dress. She let out a low moan as his long, slender fingers teased her through the fabric of her panties, feeling her beginning to get wet from his touch. “Shh, patience, love. I’m gonna make you feel so good. Just like old times, eh?”
  “I’d say a bit different. I’m not the skinny little slip of a thing I used to be.”
  “Sharon Needles, can you stop putting yourself down for a moment and let me worship you the way you deserve? God, you’re still so stubborn.” Sharon nearly protested, but then Justin’s fingers were pushing her underwear aside and grazing over her folds, and she could only let out a soft moan. “That shut you up, huh?”
  “Shut up and fuck me,” Sharon demanded, pushing his hand away and her panties down with it. Justin shot her one of those stupidly adorable grins of his as he slid out of his own underwear and kissed at her jaw and neck again. “Jesus, babe, age made you slow.”
  “If you want to get fucked, you’ll stop complaining,” Justin growled softly, one hand squeezing lightly at the sides of her throat. Sharon felt another rush of heat pass through her body; she’d always been a sucker for Justin showing dominance, and it seemed as though nothing much had changed in the two decades they’d been apart. His hand moved to rest at the base of her throat, barely even touching her, and she raised an eyebrow.
  “You’ve still got it,” she said appreciatively. “Thought you might.”
  “Course I do,” Justin replied, sliding his hand down her body to spread her open and press a finger into her, making her whine. “You drive me crazy, Sharon.”
  “More, Justin,” she complained, arching up into his touch as he added a second finger and his thumb found her sensitive bud. “Christ, fuck me. I’ve waited long enough.”
  “We both have,” Justin agreed as he drew his fingers out of her and lined up with her entrance. “You sure you don’t wanna change positions?”
  “It’s not gonna do my back any favors,” she answered. “Told you I wasn’t the kid I used to be.”
  “Shush,” Justin bade her, running his thumb across her lower lip and gazing into her eyes with so much love she thought she might melt. She hadn’t seen him look at her like that in all their years apart, and if she was telling the truth, no one could ever fill the gap Justin had left in her life. But he was here now, his hands on her thighs, his lips on her lips, and oh, how Sharon had missed him. He was hot and hard against her, and when he pressed just past her entrance she sighed.
  “More, baby,” she encouraged, pulling him down by the shoulders to kiss the corner of his mouth.
  “You sure, love? It’s been a long time and I-”
  “I’m sure,” Sharon promised, all but a whisper against his skin. He pushed a little further, and Sharon’s back arched to take him deeper into her warmth, kissing him deep and hard. She didn’t stop until his hips were flush against hers and he was buried inside her completely, and he panted against her neck as they both adjusted to the sensations wracking their bodies.
  “You… oh, Sharon, you feel so good,” Justin groaned, gasping when she clenched around him with a smirk. When he rolled his hips, she whimpered loudly, kissing him desperately.
  “I’ve been desperate to have your cock inside me for the last twenty years,” she mumbled roughly, “Memories are never as good as the real thing. I’ve never- fuck– I’ve never been this full.”
  “No one else,” Justin promised as he withdrew a few inches before pushing back in, making Sharon gasp. “No one else can do it like you, babe. No one else can take it like you.”
  “Please, baby,” she begged as he began to increase the pace and depth of his thrusts, his grip on her hips so tight she was sure there would be bruises later. “Fuck, J-Justin…” Justin was perfection, he always had been; he filled her so completely and took her apart effortlessly, making her feel like she was coming apart at the seams and melting into the mattress. She didn’t know his history after he’d left the island– there would be time for that later –but there was no doubt that he’d only grown more skilled with age. It was like he could see right through her and into the place where she kept her deepest desires; every single thrust was perfect, his steady rhythm sending waves of pleasure through her body unlike anything she’d experienced since their last time together. He knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed, and he kissed her with all the passion and sweetness of a first love that had never really faded.
  Desire coursed through Sharon like a wildfire, igniting every nerve in her body and setting her alight with pleasure. She could tell Justin was nearing the edge from the way that his hips began to stutter slightly, but he was doing an astounding job of keeping his steady pace. Sharon pulled her legs to her chest, changing the angle and allowing him to move even deeper inside her, speeding up and fucking her harder and faster. The bed rocked against the wall of the cabin as Justin lost his controlled rhythm and gave into his body, letting Sharon pull him down for a kiss as his hips slammed against her soft thighs.
  Sharon came first, a hoarse shout of ecstasy leaving her lips as every single thrust of Justin’s hips allowed him to ram against the spot deep inside her that made her see stars. Her nails raked down his back as she threw her head back and sobbed with the sheer pleasure of it all, drawing a hiss from Justin and resulting in him planting sloppy kisses all over her mouth like a teenager with poor aim. He finished with a rough cry of “Sharon,” and a final snap of his hips, coming deep and hard inside her and all but collapsing on her chest. The two of them lay like that for several moments, completely spent and trying to catch their breath, and Sharon’s lips lingered against Justin’s cheek, her fingers running over the angry red marks she’d created on his skin.
  “I’m sorry about that,” she chuckled, “I guess you really do make me feel young again.” Justin let out a breathless laugh at that, carefully pulling out of her and moving to collapse on the bed beside her. She nestled herself into his arms, slotting her thigh between his legs.
  “Just like old times, mm?”
  “Just like the good old days,” Sharon agreed teasingly. “I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d be able to do better than we used to. I’m impressed.”
  Justin smiled lazily, shifting slightly and kissing Sharon’s cheek. “Wanna know what pushed me over the edge?”
  “Sure,” she laughed, “But proceed with caution.”
  “I was thinking about how beautiful you looked under me, and then I just had the thought pop into my head that wow, that’s my wife. You’re my wife.”
  Sharon let out an airy laugh, snuggling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. “Mhmm,” she hummed contentedly, “Never thought I’d see the day.”
  “…Sharon?”
  “Hm?”
  “I love you.”
  “I love you too, baby.”
  —
  Justin wasn’t an idiot.
  For his first move after the wedding, he’d told Sharon in no uncertain terms that she needed a break. After all, he’d witnessed how frantic she was for the few days that he’d been on the island. He could’ve sworn that she didn’t sleep, eat or relax at any point, just work work work. She needed a break, some time off.
  Of course, time had slightly altered his memories of just how stubborn she was. There was no way she was going to be leaving her hotel, not a chance in Heaven or Hell. She’d put her foot down and that was it, decision made.
  Only Justin wasn’t that much of a pushover, and so began their at-home honeymoon. The young men, guided by Raja and Jinkx, were in charge of the hotel for a while, whilst Sharon and Justin roamed around the island, enjoying their time together.
  It was nice to watch her relax, really. In the sunlight, with her hair cascading down her back rather than tied up, and her face smooth rather than pinched with stress, she could’ve passed for eighteen again. He’d forgotten just how captivating her eyes were, a deeper blue than any expanse of ocean they could see. He’d forgotten how funny her laugh was, the utter cackle that came out of her. He’d forgotten the beauty in her smile.
  Really, he could spend all day listing off the beautiful things that he started to remember during their at-home honeymoon, but Sharon wouldn’t give him the chance. She was as needy and desperate as the day they’d met, and he certainly wasn’t complaining.
  It wasn’t all sex, though. Sometimes they both needed a break, and they had twenty one years of talking to do.
  “Jinkx took this, about two hours after I gave birth. Look at her tiny little fist around my finger.” Sharon held up the photo so Justin could see. Heart squeezing, he wrapped his arms around his wife even tighter.
  “I can’t believe I never knew about all this.” He replied, refusing to take his eyes off his then-newborn daughter. “She looks so much like you.”
  Sharon chuckled. “She always did. I miss her so much.”
  That day, Sharon had taken Justin on her proper tour of her tiny home. He already knew what the rooms looked like, having stayed there since the wedding, but she took him around to the lumps and bumps and chips and cracks, naming each one as incidents that had happened when Trixie was little - all the parts of their lives that he’d missed. Now, he saw the house in a whole new light, full of life and memories and little remnants of the past.
  “This one is sweet.” Justin picked up another of the photos spread across Sharon’s - their - bed. “How old is she here?”
  The photo showed Trixie, cheesing at the camera from her perch on Sharon’s shoulders. Her blonde hair was in two plaits, with a pink cowboy hat on her head and a blue princess dress. Sharon was giggling up at her daughter, seemingly unaware that the photo was being taken, in a summer dress that matched Trixie’s.
  Sharon studied it, smiling faintly, then flipped it over. On the back, almost illegible writing read ‘Princess Trixabelle Parton (3) and Mama Sharon (21) go on an adventure to the marketplace to find some lunch (MS) and defeat some evil (PTP).’
  “Those were the days.” She murmured, biting her lip. “I used to wonder how different my life would be without having Trixie, but she made everything better. I’m sure drinking at twenty one is fun, but playing with Princess Trixabelle Parton was fun too. There’s no comparison.”
  Justin kissed her forehead. “God, you’re fucking magical, you know that?”
  Sharon’s eyes were bright with unshed tears, which she dabbed at in an unsuccessful attempt to prevent them from falling. In spite of herself, she giggled a little.
  “I can’t believe she’s all gr-grown up, I still worry about her so much. She better send me another letter soon.” She paused. “I really miss these days.”
  Unable to stand the sight of her tears, Justin pulled Sharon closer and closer until her face was buried in his chest yet again. Once he could feel her sobs gently deteriorating into laughter, he pulled her away and tucked the photo into his pocket.
  “I’ll tell you what. We should go on our own market adventure today. Let’s buy something weird and make a day of it. We could even take a boat to the mainland and see if Trixie’s sent anything for us. I asked the guy on the boat when he gave you the letter last week, and he said that he’s happy to pass on letters but we’ll have to collect any parcels for ourselves.”
  Sharon considered him. “You know what… that sounds nice! I’ll get dressed, hold on.”
  In a matter of moments, she’d removed her pyjama top with an extravagant flourish, causing Justin to burst into laughter.
  “I swear I’ve put weight on, this is your fault.” She balled the shirt up and threw it at Justin’s head, childishly blowing raspberries at him when he ducked and missed it. “Look at me!”
  She poked her stomach, puffing her cheeks out. Rolling his eyes, Justin threw her shirt back.
  “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Put some clothes on, nympho.”
  Sharon laughed appreciatively. “Fair, fair. Do you think we could skip the market, though? Recently the smell of all the fish has been making me really nauseous, and I don’t wanna throw up on you in that shirt. You look good in that shirt.”
  It wasn’t long after their day out that Justin started to suspect. Of course, he’d never blindly say a thing out loud, for fear of castration via kitchen knives, but he was definitely beginning to notice a few telling changes, even if Sharon wasn’t. The nausea, for example. The breath-taking way she’d started to fill her clothes.
  In fact, he tried to mention it to her once. She was having none of it.
  “Nope. Where did you get that from?”
  “I just thought maybe-”
  “You’re crazy, Justin. I love you, but you’re crazy.”
  “I mean, we have been-”
  “It’s just not realistic, babe!”
  “It’s possible, I guess I just-”
  “Possible? At my age?”
  “You’re not old! In fact, you’re perfectly-”
  “You’re off your head, babe. I think the sea salt is getting to your brain.”
  “But don’t you think-”
  “Nah, it can’t be. Justin, I’m not pregnant.”
  So they dropped the subject. She wasn’t, because Justin was clearly crazy and seeing things that weren’t there. She continued to deny it even when he hadn’t brought it up, which made him laugh. Justin knew Sharon wasn’t exactly… bright. Eventually she’d catch on.
  ‘Eventually’ turned out to be a week from their debate. Justin was sprawled across the bed, half-asleep in sweatpants and a face-mask that she’d insisted they both try. He was forced awake as the bathroom door slammed open, revealing a distressed Sharon with a mouthful of toothpaste foam, a toothbrush in one hand and a pregnancy test in the other.
  “‘Ow did thi’ ‘appen?” She managed to say, leaning into the sink to spit and then returning. “How?!”
  Justin shrugged. “I guess someone decided that the best way to clean your teeth is with a little brush on the end of a stick, so you can really get in there and scrub.”
  Sharon dropped the toothbrush. “Not that, doofus. This!”
  “Did… Did you forget that we’ve been having like… a lot of sex?” Justin tried.
  She shook her head. “Well, of course not.”
  “And the fact that we ran out of condoms within a week?”
  “No.”
  “And that when I told you, you said it didn’t matter and we didn’t need any more?”
  “No.”
  “Well… that’ll be why.”
  Justin watched Sharon’s face, trying to gauge her feelings. She was almost impossible to read sometimes, what with years of hiding her feelings under her belt. He decided to tread carefully, pushing down the rising excitement that he felt inside him.
  “But… we’re old!” She protested. “I really didn’t think this could happen, if I’m honest.”
  Smiling gently, Justin beckoned her to come and lay on the bed with him. The sun was just starting to set, and as she nestled into his arms, golden sunlight filtered through the window and made patterns on the wall. Sharon kept staring at the test in her hand, encompassed by Justin’s warmth.
  “How do you feel about this?” He whispered.
  Sharon swallowed. “It’s… unexpected. How… how do you feel?”
  “I feel amazing.” He admitted quietly, his heart softening as Sharon smiled. “I can be here for you this time, every step of the way.”
  He placed his hand on top of Sharon’s, both of them on her stomach. For a few, peaceful moments, they lay there in silence.
  Sharon was first to break it. “God, I can’t believe those bitches were right. It’s like Raja and Jinkx can predict the fucking future.”
  Justin laughed. “Well. As I’m sure you’ll remember, I’m in if you’re in.”
  The nostalgia registered on Sharon’s face instantly. The first time they’d met - all those years ago - the two of them said it a lot. When faced with a freezing cold plunge pool and no clothes, Justin simply shrugged “I’m in if you’re in.” When coming up with a plan to cause some minor havoc, the two of them in pain from laughing so hard, Sharon managed “I’m in if you’re in!”
  It had been years since either of them had said or even heard those words.
  “I’m in.”
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alcoholichatrack · 6 years
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06/19 (a fic for dazai's bd)
pardon the mistake i make in this, its really unplanned since i have work so yea...maybe crappy? i dont have an ao3 account so i will post it on my tumblr...my first ever completed fanfic...here we go~
06/19
a Dazai’s birthday fic
I have always wonder why am i born on such melancholy season, a summer that rain nearly everyday. However rain is an important essence to hydrangeas blooming.
Colors of blue, purple,pink,white are base off the different PH level in the water that they are shower with daily.
Rainy seasons are often describe as gloomy and moody for majority people especially kids or those who have an outdoor activities planned.Not everyone despise or hate the rain,like me,it's nice to have cooling rain drops on your skin and its a free bath! Wellll what i don't understand is this word called “Birthday”, yea it is certainly meaning the day you are born but what is it to celebrate such day when my only wish is to stop existing? I do hate this word and dreaded for this day to arrive therefore i did not mention or give an answer to the date and month of my birth.
Joining the Armed Detective Agency does change my perspective of every single little thing be it happy or sad also how people express their emotions...not the whole world is filled with harsh,cruel people or choice… i guess they have gave me what a family suppose to feel...warm and kindness...smiles that have no hidden objectives to it.
Its June 19th today.I do have plans of attempting another suicide later at the end of day… I do also expect that the members of ADA to throw a party of me turning a year older hoping to surprise me. Stopping in front of this door with a bronze plated name that i always open without hesitation or even to take a second look at it, it is the door that brought what Odasaku wants me to do, the ability to be in the light saving and helping people instead of shooting them down coldly. Family huh…
Steeling my nerves,putting on my best smile as i open the door into the bright noisy party as they shouts “Happy Birthday” in chorus. Balloons that decorated the office, a big rainbow cakes and lots of food, cheerful cheeky smile with all the amount of effort just to surprise me. I am honestly surprise as the scenes unfold before me… Atsushi-kun broke my inner thoughts by putting a cone-shaped hat crowning me as the birthday boy of the day and Fukuzawa gave a short speech of thanks for my years of commitment before everyone sings the Birthday song for me, even Kunikida sings along with with a reluctant look that makes it the  most entertaining thing of the party. Slices of cake being pass around after i make a wish(as they insists about) and blowing off the candle. I got questioned by nearly everyone about what wish did i make while receiving gifts of different shapes and size wrapped in colorful papers.
In the amidst of joyous noise, a chime followed by brief vibration came from my pocket as i went ahead to check my phone. Grinning, as i expect to receive a mail with a single sentences of :”You know where and what time to meet later.” Snapping my phone shut as the crowd around found a new question due to my facial expression that gave it away, persistently questioning me who is the sender and what is in the mail yet all i reply with is a smile, giving no solid answer.
Time passes fast as the day is reaching its end without any major incident while everyone bids goodbye and goes off once it hits 6pm.Like wise, i packed up all the presents, deciding to drop them off at home first before the rain can soak them wet. While setting off to my final destination of the day, it starts to drizzle lazily before turning into a full blown bone soaking storm.Even with the sudden progression of weather i still stroll towards the train station without hurry. It's a short train ride to the stops where Chuuya stays and a few minute walk to the place his apartment is located at. It's a average neighborhood with some tall apartment here and there while traditional house scatters around too. While passing by one that have two storey and very old looking yet charming traditional house, the garden is in full bloom of hydrangea stops me on track due to one thing, the amount of different color hydrangea makes me curious of how it happens even while they grew from the same soil? Without noticing, i took a step into this random property and find a small plastic transparent box at its doorstep, taking a close look, it is filled with assorted color of hydrangea. That is strange...it is as if whoever stays here knows my birthday… looking around the garden and veranda checking if there is anyone around yet i did not find anything suspicious. I decided to take this beautiful box of hydrangea along with me since it is inappropriate to not accept a gift, meanwhile, i did not realise that the rain have stop as i lost in small thoughts of finding whoever owns that property.
Once i reach the apartment building, i sent a quick mail to Chuuya in case he needs more time to prepare my surprise~
Stopping outside his slightly ajar door as if he have been waiting for me for quite a while, pushing open the door as what unravels in front of my vision impress me greatly...a small cake sat on a western garden style table in the middle with two matching chair and freshly blew green tea arrange beside it. The red hair man dress in nearly as red kimono stoods trimming the roll of  hydrangea on his balcony that however, blooms purple and blue. Not that i am disappointed,Chuuya did not turn around while he speaks to me, “Lock the door and sit down, Osamu.” It is rare for him to use my name… Smiling as i settle down and whines, ”Ahhh Chuuya~ My clothes is damp~ Will you get me some dry clothes to change? My bandage too~” This trick always works on him, as he turns around and give me glares with an annoyed expression, he threw me a warm towel that is on his couch as if ready for me, even though he have a foul mouth and bad temper...he still cares for me… Chuuya finally joins me as he sat down laying those small balls of hydrangea on the table while he lits the only candle on it. “Make a wish,you idiot” he says in a soft tone, something that is rare too, that tone. I did as he says, closing my eyes focusing on something while it did not takes long as a warm sensation presses onto my lips,opening my eyes just in time to see Chuuya’s beautiful feature in close range, long eyelashes and fair complexion.It did not take long before he realise my stare while blushing trying not to meet my graze,like a shy maiden in love,chuckling at his embarrassment.
He rudely brokes the romantic atmosphere by blowing off the candle complaining how hungry he is and when ahead to cut the cake. Not a fancy dinner in restaurant or a noisy party either as we both ate in silence like how it was last time...when we celebrates each others birthday even while others don't remember. Now, each of us have people who cares so spending such quiet time for just two is difficult and rare.Looking up at my companion who stops eating and starts grazing at me, i give my best idiotic shit eating grin as he quickly react with a disgusted face, “Chuuya~ You did not wish me Happy birthday yet~ It won't be a perfect birthday without your wishing you know that?~”rolling all this sweetly out of my mouth as he makes a small “hrmp” sound before mumbling it. “Happy Birthday, Osamu…” while looking away again as i laugh this time,”Thank you, Chuuya” sincerely thanking him without a hint of playfulness nor sarcasm,i continued “Thank you for being here all the time…” slowly i look down, without warning, he stood up suddenly and hug me. I… buried my faces in his soft curls of red hair while he gently pats my back as if comforting a over stressed child who lost its way or goal…
We stayed there for a while as if time have frozen,as i suggested sitting on the couch since it looks uncomfortable for our petite size hatrack( he did not wear hat ever since the time i steps in?!). After much struggle, i manage to lie on his lap as fatigue took over me, i fell asleep,strange peaceful sleep surrounded by hydrangea and Chuuya who stands out from all the blues and purples....I wish desperately that morning won't arrive, even if it do, please let him stay with me...forever....
Chuuya continues patting Dazai without a complain while slowly falling asleep....
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Its raining, warm summer rain that falls on my cheek feels like i am the one crying, yet i am not alone, a deep blue umbrella tilt towards me as i turn around, “You will catch a cold idiot, have those bandage finally rot your ability to think? You know...you reminds me of those hydrangea…”Chuuya pointed to those blue hydrangea in the park “Blooming in a specific season, fragile yet brilliant...right?” I silently nod, “That is why i grew them, since it reminds me of you, Osamu.” Chuuya’s voice fades away as i dive deeper into sleep....
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I woke up to bright sunlight that shines on my face cruelly to find that Chuuya is gone,leaping up in panic to find him in the kitchen cooking breakfast like a housewife, smiling at how he ties his hair gently and his flowery scent from the soap he always use. Quietly, i approach and hugs him as he yelps in surprise chiding me at my childish move. Laughing like this makes me forget how much evils i have done yet at the same time, the good things i done will over weights evil one day,redemption? Maybe...
dont kill me plz...thanks alot for reading *laughs nervously*
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ongnable · 6 years
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christmas confession w/ jihoon
for: Summer, @porkjeojang - i know you asked for ‘cute’, but i’ve made this a little angsty at the beginning but i swear it redeems itself but IM SO SORRYYYYY I LOOOVVVEEE YOOOOUUU PLZ FORGIVE ME prompt: “cute Christmas lights confession” a/n: timed for christmas eve, reader is a bit of a crybaby; but all is fine - after all, it’s christmas ❤️
strolling down the path, you raise your head to stare in wonder - the strings of fluorescent stars only to be seen this time of the year are shining brightly
the sun has set and the evening was revealing itself in the form of christmas lights being turned on, carols chiming, and couples emerging from the nearby shopping mall to admire the festive atmosphere of the park
you clutch the warm coffee in your hand a little tighter – admiring the way the snowflakes melt over the lid with a moment’s touch – as you run your fingers along the side of your phone, playing with the buttons in your pocket
there wasn’t much to do whilst waiting.
you glance up at the clock tower,
eleven fifteen.
you’d agreed to meet at half past
a faint buzz of your phone causes you to check for new messages
jihoon: [ did you get coffee? are you waiting outside or inside?]
y/n: [ yeah. got coffee - i’m outside ]
jihoon: [ it’s cold outside ]
y/n: [ i wanted to see the lights ]
jihoon: [ i’m almost done anyways, message you when i finish ]
y/n: [ ok ok ]
strolling through your instagram feed so you don’t look too awkward standing by yourself out in the cold, you can overhear a couple giggling as they walk past, hands swinging in glee
you huddle your thick coat closer to your body, slipping gloveless hands into the space between your waist and coat, crossing them across your body to gather heat
quickly, you take up the empty seat on a bench as you switch from one social media app to another to waste time
gulping down some of the hot drink and holding your breath – releasing it in a big sigh to admire the white mist it creates, most of your coffee is already gone when you settle it on the spare space next to you
the clock tower rings once
eleven thirty.
you look up to check the time on the clock tower even though it’s displayed on your phone
where was jihoon?
you already know that ‘probably busy’ was the answer. it was always hard for jihoon to make time for you amidst his schedule
standing so that the person you’re looking for can get a clearer view of you, you pick up the almost finished drink and peek at the screen again
how many times have you checked now?
[ no new messages ]
you could wait a little longer before you asked for his wherabouts, he didn’t need you bothering him when he was busy
opening twitter, your eyes widen at the top few posts
you’d recognize that figure anywhere, but who was that next to him?
you saw jihoon with a girl, caught by the paparazzi - and a few fans as they began leaving the building
there were photos
videos
retweet after retweet
you followed numerous jihoon-biased accounts (something he endlessly made fun of you for, “you know that you get to see the real thing right y/n?”), hence your feed was now saturated with posts about this girl – a statuesque model cum actress with long flowing hair –
jihoon had told you that he was having a photoshoot with a female model beforehand
but you hadn’t expected there to be so much touching involved
for the poses to be so close
and for them to leave the building together after the shoot had finished
opening the lid of your coffee, you grimace at the cold drink left at the bottom, the oils from the milk having started to gather. 
and you throw it away
was that why he wasn’t here?
because he’d found someone else to spend christmas eve with? 
eleven forty five.
you try to rid those thoughts building in your head
surely, it’s the cold and the loneliness of being surrounded by couples getting to you
jihoon owed you nothing
but he wasn’t that sort of person
jihoon was someone that stood by what he said and kept his promises
he wouldn’t keep you hanging out in the cold like this
especially not on christmas eve
the two of you had planned sleeplessly over tonight for far too long
he’s only met her tonight though?
and the nagging in your mind doesn’t stop
you’re about to send him another message, but your fingers don’t want to move
glancing up, you can tell that the night has fully showed its face
only the moon remains, the stars having been covered by the thin layer of clouds
your sight becomes blurred as the christmas lights you had thought to be so pretty previously turned into multicolored blobs
mocking.
annoying.
your chest hurt and it’s wasn’t just muscles tightening under the biting cold
the clock struck midnight.
christmas eve was over.
he wasnt coming, you thought bitterly, jihoon wasn’t coming
wintered air stings at your eyes and numb fingers move to try wipe the tears away, anger building when you couldn’t even tell if you’d wiped them away properly
i can’t even cry without it being annoying!
you strain and try to blink the tears away, but eventually give up and rub your palms roughly along your face 
it’s so unfair.
looking around –
everyone was with the person they cared about. everyone was out celebrating. happy faces bathed in warm light.
and you were alone.
staring at the lighted screen one last time, the taunting photo ridiculing you - you stuff the phone back into your coat pocket, turning to walk back inside
there was no point staying by the lights now
no point being the lone girl underneath the clock tower, pretending to have someone who cares for her
not when christmas eve was over
not when jihoon wasn’t going to arrive–
“YAH! Y/N!”
jihoon?
you turn around to face the other side of the path, trying to locate the source of his voice.
“BABO-YAH!”
cold wind pelts at your face whilst the snow gets caught between strands of loose hair
jihoon was running towards you
his silhouette gradually becoming clearer as he neared the lights you were standing at
you could tell he came straight from the shoot with his immaculate makeup and set hair
but what gave it away was the short sleeves in this freezing weather - there was no way he would have been outside wearing only his white shirt
“why are you out here? didn’t you see my message? I was looking all over for you!”
his arms clutched at your sides when he reached your side - checking you over, trying to work out why you were crying
white puffs of air surrounded him as jihoon panted. 
he had spotted you wiping your face – the girl that normally swatted his arm away when he tried to pinch your cheeks, because he’d ‘ruin your makeup’ – and knew that something was wrong instinctively
“jihoon... you came...” 
a relieved sob escapes as the tears stop flowing, your body still shaking
“of course, where else would I go? didn’t you see my text? do you have any idea how long it took me to find you?”
none of his words seemed to register with you
and jihoon found himself being enveloped in a hug, 
“you’re here,” wrapping you arms around him, the sound of his heartbeat strong and reassuring. “jihoon- you’re here.”
tears were rolling down your face again, cheeks so cold that the droplets actually felt warm against your skin; chest heaving as you found solace with his body against yours
“yeah, I’m here” he tutted, slightly embarrassed and unsure of how to respond to your sudden affection
despite how whiny and emotional you could be, you weren’t particularly big on skinship normally
so he settled for patting your head. something his mom had always done for him when he cried as a child
“why are you such a crybaby? you literally just stopped crying. i’m here, remember?”
“i’m just...” a pause. searching for the right words. “relieved?”
i’m happy. i’m happy. i’m happy.
i’m happy you’re here. i’m happy you care. i’m happy that you’re with me.
“you have a funny way of showing it.” you didn’t even realize you were pouting until he poked your cheek, “i don’t even know why you were worried I wouldn’t show up in the first place.”
“but christmas eve is over.” you muffled into his chest, glancing at the clock tower, hands still locked around jihoon, unwilling to let go even though you could feel him shuffling as he reached for his phone. “you were late. i thought you forgot about me. i thought–”
i thought you were with another person. that you replaced me with someone else more important to you.
“babo-yah. did you not get my message? look.”
jihoon untangled your arms from him, holding his phone in front of you, you make out the text he sent you
jihoon: [ leaving now. will probs to be a bit late, wait for me inside the cafe ]
wait. 
a text?
“what did you send me a text for?!”
he looks at you incredulously, as if offended by your logic
“that’s what phones are for.”
“you know i put my phone on airplane mode and only leave wifi on!” 
how else were you supposed to pay your phone bill when the two of you messaged so much?
“that’s not how a phone works, y/n”
“you could’ve at least kakao-ed me!”
“i didn’t have wifi.”
“we were chatting on kakao the whole day though!”
“i only realized that i ran out of data when i left the studio.”
locking eyes in a stalemate, the two of you burst into laughter, attracting stares from passers-by
“we’re just two idiots, aren’t you?”
jihoon rolled his eyes, as he ran his fingers under your eye, wiping away remnants of smudged mascara and eyeliner “speak for yourself.”
“you know that’s what i like so much about you, jihoonie. you really know how to flatter a girl.”
jihoon smiled, faint and soft
the lights peaking through as smudged colours around him through the snow as he reaches for your hand
“merry christmas to you too, y/n”
lacing your fingers through his own, you finally register how cold jihoon feels against you
“let’s go inside, you must be freezing! i’m sorry i didn’t realize sooner.”
tugging at his hand, you pull at him, trying to get him to jog towards a source of indoor heating with you, but jihoon kept trailing behind at a slower pace, your weight nothing against him
why was he not moving??
if you felt cold in your long padded coat, how could jihoon possibly feel okay?
“take slow steps.” jihoon fussed, well aware of how clumsy you were. 
and sure enough, the sole on your shoes slides a bit on your next step before you regain graceless balance
“walk slowly, or else you’re going to trip” he glanced at the icy floors, before loosening your grip. 
taking careful steps to catch up to you
and you feel a blast of cold air hit you when jihoon peels the thick coat off you, draping it over his shoulders
before wrapping both him and the coat around you
oh. 
suddenly, you don’t really feel like it’s winter either. the snow is almost therapeutic against your burning skin
“y/n. i’d never leave you alone.”
“i know i was just overthinking. it’s fine. you’re here now.”
huddled over your body as the two of you stay unmoving as the snow falls around you, you feel him wrap his arms around your waist, jihoon nuzzling into the crook of your neck
“it’s not fine. i like you so much but you don’t even know. you thought that i wouldn’t come meet you.”
what don’t i know?
“jihoon–”
arms wrap a little tighter around you, heat spreading through the numerous layers of clothes you have on
warming your heart
“you're the reason i’m not cold in winter, that i can smile through bad weather. so stay by my side and continue making my winters a little warmer.”
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coffeeinmywineglass · 7 years
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Unusual asks
Unusual Asks: Tagged by @prettylittleworldoflies
Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify Bc my school is nice and they give us premium
is your room messy or clean? clean most of the time except when Im in it
what color are your eyes? brown
do you like your name? why? yeah (it's Lili) but I think the way its spelled is boring af
what is your relationship status? Single Pringle
describe your personality in 3 words or less oy vey
what color hair do you have? naturally brown but I’m getting it dyed red as I’m typing this
what kind of car do you drive? color? grey Mazda 7, but usually I ride the heaviest bike ever
where do you shop? Plato’s Closet,  Target, American Eagle
how would you describe your style? I go for bohemian but usually it’s just comfy
favorite social media account Tumblr and Insta
what size bed do you have? Full
any siblings? my twin sister and two exchange students
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p>if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? Why?Spain or England or Canada (or anywhere where our ruler doesn’t look like a pathetic lorax)
favorite snapchat filter? Any one that makes my skin look clear, honestly
favorite makeup brand(s) neutrogena and Kat Von Dee Idk I have super sensitive skin so not much works for me
how many times a week do you shower? 3-4 (every other day)
favorite tv show? PLL, Orphan Black, Sherlock, so many really
shoe size? I’m tiny like 6
how tall are you? 5’ 4” I think but optimistically 5’ 5”
sandals or sneakers? Sneakers idk if i even own sandals
do you go to the gym? I try to go twice a week but eh (I ride my bike everywhere though so it’s a struggle)
describe your dream date
Depends on who it’s with shrugs (it would be a miracle at this point)
how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? like 43$
what color socks are you wearing? Originally white but they are quite dirty tbh
how many pillows do you sleep with? 4 total but 2 usually
do you have a job? what do you do? Yeah I have an internship at an ad agency and a job at a vintage store
how many friends do you have? like 6 bc all my friends at my old school hate me
whats the worst thing you have ever done?
Not trying to save my friendship with my (former) best friend
whats your favorite candle scent? I’m not allowed to have candles but I’d have to say coconut or fresh cotton
3 favorite boy names Riley (boy or girl), Kyle, Landon
3 favorite girl names ivy, Beca, Amara
favorite actress? Anna Kendrick and Troian Bellisario
who is your celebrity crush? see above + Brittany Snow and Taylor Swift
favorite movie? Sister Cities
do you read a lot? hell to the yes
whats your favorite book? Daughter of Deep Silence by Carrie Ryan
money or brains? brains
do you have a nickname? what is it? Lils or Lovely
how many times have you been to the hospital? My mom had cancer so it’s kinda impossible for that but:
for myself: x2 for others: x5
top 5 favorite songs 1. Another Story
Wonderwall
Edge of Seventeen
Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Drops of Jupiter (Original and TS version)
What do I know
Photograph
March Into the Sun
Sedona
A Team
(I need recomendations shoot me an ask, also Taylor wasn't included in here Bc she'd fill up the entire list)
do you take any medications daily? just one for acne /:
what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) dry
what is your biggest fear? That I won’t choose the right profession and not be able to support myself
how many kids do you want? 1-2, maybe none
whats your go to hair style? just down, but wavy
what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) I’m unbelievably lucky that both my parents are doctors
who is your role model? my art teacher, Jasmine. Or Emily, my academic advisor.
what was the last compliment you received? that my hair looked good I guess
what was the last text you sent? ‘update: she handed me an envelope’ (ominous, right?)
how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? Probably 5th grade but I had suspicions up until then
what is your dream car?
To get one tbh (probably a subaru or mini cooper) opinion on smoking?
Ew no get away from me do you go to college?
Thats the plan what is your dream job?
Working at a magazine or largely recognized brand would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?
suburbs do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?
Free makes it better do you have freckles?
Yes many (like 100+ but none on my face) do you smile for pictures?
Yes but I look like a potato regardless how many pictures do you have on your phone?
Actual pictures: 1,878. Screenshots: 2,298 have you ever peed in the woods?
Dude I live in Idaho we legit have places that are called a biffy which means (no joke) “Bathroom In the Forest For You” do you still watch cartoons?
I never did and I never will do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?
Um neither I’m all about smashburger Favorite dipping sauce?
BBQ what do you wear to bed?
Shorts and a tshirt have you ever won a spelling bee?
I’m legit so bad at spelling thank god for autocorrect what are your hobbies?
People have time for those??
can you draw?
yea do you play an instrument?
Guitar, ukelele, piano (can I play them well is a whole different question) what was the last concert you saw?
Bastille, and it was my second concert ever.` tea or coffee?
Tea, but my one and only love is Chai tea. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?
DD doesn’t exist where I live so Starbucks do you want to get married?
Yeah, eventually what is your crush’s first and last initial?
*CC are you going to change your last name when you get married?
Depends on their name lol what color looks best on you?
I’ve been told maroon or olive green do you miss anyone right now?
Yes, but I don’t think they miss me back do you sleep with your door open or closed?
Closed do you believe in ghosts?
No what is your biggest pet peeve?
People scraping metal on metal/ceramic (mostly silverware on crates), when my friends or mom are rude to customer service people last person you called`
My dad favorite ice cream flavor?
Chocolate, or peppermint or Romeo and Juliet (chocolate and cherries that’s only around during valentines day) regular oreos or golden oreos?
Someone’s going to kill me for this but i don’t really like oreos; I guess I’d have to pick the regular ones tho chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?
Chocolate (am I the only person who thinks that they don’t taste like anything??) what shirt are you wearing?
“Design think it” <– look it up, it’s for my school bc I’m a nerd with no clean clothes what is your phone background?
A picture that I took of an LA restaurant (it’s cooler than it sounds, I promise) are you outgoing or shy?
shyyy do you like it when people play with your hair?
Yesss plz do do you like your neighbors?
Yeah, most of them. Some of them won’t give me the time of day bc they are salty that we teenagers exist… do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?
All of the above have you ever been high?
no have you ever been drunk?
Tipsy, not drunk last thing you ate?
A piece of watermelon favorite lyrics right now
“The hurt won’t last forever” summer or winter?
summer day or night?
Night dark, milk, or white chocolate?
milk favorite month?
May, december what is your zodiac sign
Sagittarius who was the last person you cried in front of?
my teacher gotta love speech anxiety
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seosoondubu · 7 years
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Unusual Asks: Answers 
I was tagged by @biaswreckers-inc to answers these, and while it took me forever, I finally had free time to do it~~ I listened to this playlist while I answered them~
Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? ... None actually aha
is your room messy or clean? vry messy
what color are your eyes? Hazel
do you like your name? why? Yes! Alexandrea is my full name and I love it but I usually go by Lexi. (I lowkey want to name one of my kids after me, if I have any. Like carry on the name Alexandrea/Alexander)
what is your relationship status? Single. Forever.
describe your personality in 3 words or less. Optimistic, loud, caring
what color hair do you have? Brown (during school the ends are purple but my summer job won’t allow it....)
what kind of car do you drive? color? Honda and its some tope colour. Vrrooom.
where do you shop? OLDNAVY
how would you describe your style? Casual, basic so everything goes with everything, lots of black/gray.
favorite social media account? Tumblr. (I hate Facebook/Instagram. Like i really don’t enjoy them).
what size bed do you have? Double
any siblings? No~~
if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? KOREA. I fell in love with Korea while I was there and need to go back. The city, the people, the food, the friends I made. I felt so good there.
favorite snapchat filter? I don’t have one
favorite makeup brand(s)? I don’t wear make up. But I love my Nivea Chapstick! The Korean commercial is adorable too but I already using the product lol Watch it~
how many times a week do you shower? every day (my job makes me gross ew ew, but I just quit so no more!)
favorite tv show? oh my. I love the BBC show Merlin. Also, Secret Garden.
shoe size? 8/81/2
how tall are you? like 5″4/5″5. I am teased for being short so~
sandals or sneakers? sneakers, tho i call them running shoes lol.
do you go to the gym? I mean i have a membership... but do i go.... no.
describe your dream date. just a date in general would be nice (ahahha *slowly goes from laughing to crying*)
how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? 2$ in coins probs lol.
what color socks are you wearing? They have spider man on them
how many pillows do you sleep with? I sleep with 3 but I have like 9 in the bed.
do you have a job? what do you do? Just quit my summer job of 5 years at a coffee shop in Canada called Tim Hortons. I worked in the tourist district and it was crazy busy but I loved it. Now I’m a hostess at TGI Friday’s. At school, I’m a TA and now a Writing Tutor!
how many friends do you have? Which friend group? The people I go to school with? Old friends from high school? Work friends? Friends I met online? If I had to say like BFF level there are probs 5~ <3
whats the worst thing you have ever done? I’d take change from my parents change jar to buy penny candy at the convenience store.
whats your favorite candle scent? none, i don’t like sents.
3 favorite boy names? Sebastian, Alexander, Steven
3 favorite girl names? Alexandrea... idk
favorite actor? Idk, I’m obsessed with Chris Pine
favorite actress? uh, Angelina Jolie? (I like maleficent a lot)
who is your celebrity crush? Chris Pine, Xia Junsu
favorite movie? oh shit, I love movies. Only Lover’s Left Alive, Ender’s Game, Maleficent.
do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? no but i want to. I love the series The seven realms novels. one of the main characters, han, is my all time favourite character.
money or brains? both
do you have a nickname? what is it? lexi lol. lex. I GIVE people nick names but never get them back.
how many times have you been to the hospital? as a patient or visiting? only a few for myself but many for family/friends.
top 10 favorite songs? as of right now (06/15/2017) Why - Owol, 11 11 - Illionare, Silk Road - Xia, Hide and Seek - Astro, THE ENTIRE RISE ALBUM BY THE GOD TAEYANG, Neverland - U KISS, Hulk Hogan - Jay Park, July - Kris Wu, Jam Jam - IU, Lipstick - SHINe.
do you take any medications daily? probiotic
what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) i don’t know
what is your biggest fear? loneliness
how many kids do you want? i don’t know, maybe none, maybe 7. i really want to adopt.
whats your go to hair style? pony tail
what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) house with too many stupid stairs for no reason (multi-level)
who is your role model? I don’t have one
what was the last compliment you received? That I was patient while serving customers at work.
what was the last text you sent? “I’m on my way” // picking up a friend for bubble tea
how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? too old
what is your dream car? green camaro with 2 black strips down the middle. this.
opinion on smoking? u do u
do you go to college? Yup! Studying Sociology and Anthropology with a Specialization in Applied Social Research and a Minor in Political Science. I love school <3
what is your dream job? Professor.... ^^^^^^
would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? neither, city.
do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? No. But my mother does -_-
do you have freckles? uhm no
do you smile for pictures? yeah!
how many pictures do you have on your phone? like 300?
have you ever peed in the woods? uhm yes probs
do you still watch cartoons? of course! best tv lol
do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? don’t eat wheat so neither
Favorite dipping sauce? ketchup goes with everything
what do you wear to bed? t shirt, shorts or sweats
have you ever won a spelling bee? no way. i suck at the spelling
what are your hobbies? drinking coffee, reading, going for drives, watching movie trailers.
can you draw? ahahah no.
do you play an instrument? I used to play piano.
what was the last concert you saw? BTOB at Toronto Kpop Con
tea or coffee? COFFEE <3
Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? Starbucks. I go everyday and know all the baristas at the one near my house~ met one of my bffs there when they say i had a bigbang key chain on my phone.
do you want to get married? yes plz
what is your crush’s first and last initial? crush right now?? I don’t have one.
are you going to change your last name when you get married? depends on who I marry! and what I’m doing professionally.
what color looks best on you? black.. ahah no probs reds or blues.
you sleep with your door open or closed? SHUT
do you believe in ghosts? maybe
what is your biggest pet peeve? when people hear a song for the first time and can already hum along like stop no how do u know the song already?
last person you called? my mom to ask about dinner lol
favorite ice cream flavor? mint chip, but they don’t have that in a dairy free option so chocolate.
regular oreos or golden oreos? neither
chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? neither
what shirt are you wearing? white with thin black stripes
what is your phone background? lock screen: zico from shes a baby, home screen: MJ from astro smelling flower.
are you outgoing or shy? probs more out going
do you like it when people play with your hair? yes~
do you like your neighbors? ehhh they ight
do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? in the shower whenever that is
have you ever been high? no
have you ever been drunk? :D
last thing you ate? bubble tea
favorite lyrics right now? why by owol lol
summer or winter? fall~
day or night? night time
dark, milk, or white chocolate? dark i guess
favorite month? none
what is your zodiac sign? Pisces
who was the last person you cried in front of? I cried the other night in the walk in fridge at work so... in front of the coke cans lol
(BONUS QUESTION THAT I ADDED) Do you have any tattoos or piercings? ears pierced
oh my that was long! but fun~ i liked getting to read your answers @biaswreckers-inc hehe. I tag @kevin-woo-me, @stanukiss2k17, and @moongoddess0923 (this is my side blog from @adraughtofamortentia lol) if you’d like to do it~ and anyone else who wants to do it! tag me when ur done so I can creep ur answers~~
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rowena-appreciation · 7 years
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Tagged by @passmesomepie Thank you for thinking of me!
1. Are you named after someone? No but my middle name is, I’m not sure who she is (I’ve never met her, she was a friend of my dad’s but I think she died) 
2. When was the last time you cried? Like 1 second again??? I had a Crowley season 8 finale moment “I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED” bc my dad hates me lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 
3. Do you like your handwriting? Yeah it’s pretty ok 
4. What is your favorite lunch meal? MAC AND CHEESE 
5. Do you have kids? No but I WANT KIDS SO BAD 
6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? I hate myself but I have a lot of liquor so probably 
7. Do you use sarcasm? NO, never 🙄 
8. Do you still have your tonsils? Yeah 
9. Would you bungee jump? Yes! It’s on the bucket list 
10. What is your favorite kind of cereal? COCO POPS BC IM ETERNALLY 7 
11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No do you think I have endless time 
12. Do you think you’re a strong person? I’m not sure. Maybe in comparison with everyone else I know? 
13. What is your favorite ice cream? Cookies and cream, or whatever flavour at the shop has the most empathic adjective before chocolate in its name 
14. What is the first thing you notice about people? If they’re hot. And if they smell good or bad 
15. What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? I’ve gained a couple of kilos recently so I’m a bit :(( 
16. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? Black high waisted shorts and naked feet 
17. What are you listening to right now? Watching the Simpsons 
18. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Turquoise! I love the beach colours 
19. Favourite smell? The deep fryers where I work 
20. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My mum 💓 
21. Favorite sport to watch? Don’t really like watching sport. Probably a horse sport 
22. Hair color? Like mousey-brown kind of. I had to dye over the blue purple :( 
23. Eye color? Blue 
24. Do you wear contacts? Nup 
25. Favorite food to eat? Mac and cheese 
26. Scary movies or comedy? Scary
27. Last movie you watched? Erin Brockovitch 
28. What color of shirt are you wearing? Red
29. Summer or winter? Winter probably 
30. Hugs or kisses? Both plz 
31. What book are you currently reading? Just finished The Slap
32. Who do you miss right now? Probably also my mum. And all my friends (feels when I haven’t seen them in like a day 😂)
33. What is on your mouse pad? I don’t own a mousepad lol 
34. What is the last TV program you watched? The Simpsons 
35. What is the best sound? High heels on hard floors 
36. Rolling stones or The Beatles? I don’t really listen to either but I know more Beatles songs so probably them 
37. What is the furthest you have ever travelled? I’ve been to Hong Kong and Singapore, that’s probably the furthest
38. Do you have a special talent? I’m an untalented hoe. But I can raise my eyebrows one at a time 
39. Where were you born? Melbourne, Australia
Cbf tagging ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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mystery-snail · 7 years
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I got tagged by @outsideatseven
1. Are you named after someone?
fuck no my mom just really wanted a ‘katie’
the woman knows what she wants
2. When is the last time you cried?
thats my secret
im always crying
3. Do you like your handwriting?
i guess?? a lot of people say its cute but...
4. What is your favorite lunch meat?
i dont really like it tbh im a pb&j girl
5. Do you have kids?
hahahahaha
6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?
i require a lot of upkeep; im not exactly like a goldfish
7. Do you use sarcasm?
never
8. Do you still have your tonsils?
yes
9. Would you bungee jump?
fuck the fuck no, my feet stay on the ground
where they belong
10. What is your favorite kind of cereal?
apparently lucky charms are gluten free so those
11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
why tho
12. Do you think you’re a strong person?
i could probably crush a watermelon in my thighs but emotionally??? nah
13. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
anything, seriously
14. What is the first thing you notice about people?
it depends. is your hair fluorescent pink? probably whatever stands out most tbh
15. Red or pink?
pink
16. What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself?
my face oh god
17. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now?
jeans + converse
18. What was the last thing you ate?
lifesavers bc someone gave me candy and i have no self control
19. What are you listening to right now?
nothing
20. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
something half-melted and chewed up lol
21. Favorite smell?
apple pie
22. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?
mi madre
23. Favorite sport to watch?
is naked and afraid a sport
24. Hair color?
blonde
25. Eye color?
green
26. Do you wear contacts?
i would die
27. Favorite food to eat?
banana chips, fuck yea
28. Scary movies or comedy?
comedy bc if i watch scary stuff i sleepwalk and have night terrors
29. Last movie you watched?
civil war
30. What color shirt are you wearing?
i think its purple, idk, i’m wearing a hoodie and its been a few hours
31. Summer or winter?
winter because fuck shorts
32. Hugs or kisses?
dont touch me i am a service dog
33. What book are you currently reading?
wheel of time
34. Who do you miss right now?
the beef
35. What is on your mouse pad?
its black, like my soul
36. What is the last TV program you watched?
letterkenny oh my god
37. What is the best sound?
the sound of you handing me a bundle of cash
38. Rolling Stones or The Beatles?
beatles i guess
39. What is the furthest you have ever traveled?
i once went to halifax
40. Do you have a special talent?
my distant and apathetic personality
41. Where were you born?
california bby
42. People you expect would like to participate in this survey?
@cumbersome-quail and @sodakissed and @ciefable plz
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pandatookmycookies · 7 years
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sorry in advance for the work but all of them :)
Sorry about the delay, couldn’t get on a computer and me phone is stubborn and wouldn’t let me copy the questions o.o 1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? -That would be awkward as fuck considering last person I text was my mum xD
2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?-Nothing o:
3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?-If I had a boyfriend or girlfriend that would be a miracle. All jokes aside, I mean as long as they were being careful and not taking some weird really dodgy shiz from Big G with no teeth or something I mean I guess it would be okay, as long as they knew what they were doing and it didn’t affect their everyday lives. If it did, then bitches gon be going to rehab to help them and make sure they don’t do the dying. Plus everything is technically a drug.
4. Is your last name longer than six letters?-M8... it’s like 13 or something xD
5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?-I don’t remember what I did yesterday, never mind what I was like that long ago xD
6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?-Shit happens for a reason, usually its due to not actually telling the other person my feels and them having no idea x3
7. What does your last received text say?-”Kada busas?”
8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?-Once? I think.
9. Where was your last kiss at?-I don’t even remember yo o.o
10. When is the last time you saw your sister?-Right now, she’s sat here, playing her drums x3
11. What do you drink in the morning?-Coffee. All of the coffee. Maybe some water, then some more coffee.
12. Where did you sleep last night?-In me bed, in a blanket burrito.
13. Do you think relationships are hard?-I don’t think so, as long as the other person is like all up for not having a difficult time.
14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?-Nah c: I’ve actually not done much other than quit noodles and get a permanent place at Lush over the past 5 months x3
15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?-Nah.
16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?-Can it be neutral? My eyes are sensitive so they water when it’s too sunny which means that my eyeliner does a smudge Q-Q And rain just makes me sleepy...
17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?-I don’t have a middle name o:
18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?-Tights and thigh-high socks.
19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?-Probably not.
20. Does anyone like you?-I don’t read minds D: very unlikely tho.
21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?-Idk?!?! Q-Q
22. Is the last person you kissed gay?-I don’t think so o: I mean you never know could be a surprise, but not as far as I am aware.
23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?-Eh, Trump.
24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?-I gots one, and need many more!!
25. In the past week have you cried?-Oh yes. I had to run into the uni toilets to have a breakdown during lesson... that was fun.
26. What breed was the last dog you saw? -Golden retriever... (it was Goldi, he’s cuddling my feets :’3 )
27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?-Both, yolo.
28. Have you ever kissed a football player?-Nuh.
29. Do you think you’re old?-Nah. I’m actually a 2 year old badger in a human costume.
30. Do you like text messaging?-Better than speaking on the phone o.o
31. What type of day are you having?-I’m not dead! :D AND I’m covered in glitter!! so all is well.
32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?-I gots me nose pierced.
33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?-Cold, cause there’s only so many clothes that you can take off before it becomes indecent exposure. Although I do like summer cause I can wear my skirts and shiz without 500 layers on top.
34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?-I have a lot of people like that that mean a lot to me.
35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?-Relationship.
36. Are you a simple or complicated person?-I don’t even think I’d class myself a person xD
37. What song are you listening to?-None o: Goldi is snoring, so I guess you could class that as singing?
38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?-Always!!39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?-Aye. 40. What made you start liking the person you like now?-Idk o:41. When did you last receive a text message?-An hour or so ago.42. What is wrong with you right now?-What ISN’T wrong with me? XD 43. How well do you know the last female you texted?-I mean I’d say I know her pretty well o: She ma momma. 44. Does anyone disgust you?-Some people. 45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?-Depends o: Let’s get married. yolo.46. Are you in a good mood right now?-I have Raffaello, so yeah x3 47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?-Other than famallama, people at work c: 48. What color shirt are you wearing?-Its a black and white dress cause I cba to change from it after coming from work...49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?-Not as far as I am aware. 50. Anyone you’re giving up on?-Not at the mo o: 51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?-I wouldn’t say I hate him, people make mistakes and shit happens.
52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?-Yes.53. Do you like rain?-If I’m inside, or if it’s really warm summer and I need a dance in the rain. 54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?-As long as it’s not excessive and they don’t start being aggressive and stuff. 55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?-Yes. 56. Do you like to cuddle?-Yas Q-Q plz. Cuddles.57. Are you shy?-Yes, but I have a fake confidence that I can activate. 58. Do you get along with girls?-Depends if they get along with me x3 I get along with anyone that wants to get along with me c: 59. Have you dated the person you texted last?-Considering it was my momma... that would’ve been weird XD 60. What do you carry with you at all times?-My bag. 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?-Idk man o: I read some sixpence stories and don’t know if I could get myself in that predicament xD 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?-Yeah as long as the other person is willing to make it work too c: 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?-October of which year? xD 3 years ago, yeah, this October, nah. 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?-Yas Q-Q 65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?-Sav bought me a new purse cause my pikachu wallet was falling apart Q-Q
66. How old are the last three people you kissed?-M8... I don’t even know how old they’ll be now D:
67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?   -If I had nails that would be fab, but even if I did, I can’t have my nails did cause of my uni course Q-Q 68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?-I prefer all the prints!! c: all da animal!!   69. Do you have any stickers on your car?    -Yas, it says ‘No problem’, and I gots a bulbasaur in a pokeball that I still need to put on c: 70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?   -None o.o 71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone?    -Android.72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?    -Oml, ages ago Q-Q 73. Do you like diet soda?    -Yeah sure why not.74. What color are the walls in your room?    -Black and ivory c:75. Are you 16 or older?    -I am a 21. 76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?    -Nah.77. Do you have a job?    -Yas, I left noodles yesterday (very sad time), but now work at Lush c:  78. What are your initials?    -AD.79. Did you ever have braces?    -Yas, I kinda miss them.80. Are you from the south?-I’m from Lithuania... Thats more idk...??? you tell me where that is? XD   
81. What does your last status on facebook say?    -A post about me leaving noodles and how sad I am, and how imma miss them and thanking the team for my present and card Q-Q it was cute. 82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?    -Nah.83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?    -Bit of both? Depends on what topic.84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?    -Lol no XD Have you seen me??? XD I couldn’t possibly do those xD85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?    -Oh gosh... I don’t even remember o: 86. Do you smoke?    -Yas. Sorry.87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?    -Boots or trainers.88. Is your phone touch screen?    -Yas.89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?    -Straight if I can, otherwise curly unless I cba to straighten it, then I hide it.90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?   -Yeah. 91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?   -I can’t swim... So like... I’ll just dip my feet in x3  92. Have you ever made out in a car?    -Nah.93. …Had sex in a car?  -Nah.  94. Are you single or in a relationship?  -I am a one human.   95. What were you doing last night at midnight? -Sleeping. Luv sleep.    96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?    -Whenever they were last did on the holidays or something. 97. Do you like the camera on your phone?    -Well it does a job o:98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?    -Nah.99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? -Nope.   100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate?  -I don’t think so?   101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? -Every female has a pregnancy scare even if they’ve never had sex xD  102. Name your favorite Kesha song:    -Cannibal, but the nightcore version cause I am trash.103. Do you have any tan lines right now?  -m8 I’m pale as Casper the ghost.   104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?  -Sure why not. Yolo.  P.s. sorry it took so long D:
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