#place: brittany's bedroom

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#glee #gleeedit #santana lopez #santanalopezedit #naya rivera #season 4 #episode: all or nothing #4x22 #place: brittany's bedroom #place: brittany's house #place: ohio #fondue for two #solo #grey #black

[enid-rhees]

hiii i was wondering if i could request a hazel x reader fic where isabel hosts a party and the fight club all play seven minutes in heaven and reader gets paired with hazel and things get a lil hot n heavy

omg yes yes i love this sm !! tysm for your request anon <3 !!

— warnings: heavy make out session, nothing too spicy [MINORS DNI]

— a/n: i am now officially writing for Hazel 🫶🏻

“what are we? TWELVE?” Josie shouted, as PJ just suggested you all try to play Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Isabel had thrown a party only days after the fight on the field, and everyone in the fight club was invited. you took a seat next to Brittany, but also directly across from Hazel.

from your observation, she looked nervous, like she didn’t want to be here. you guessed that parties like this weren’t her thing, and they weren’t yours either.

she looked over at you, your eyes meeting. but you immediately broke your eyes away from hers, putting your attention back on PJ.

“oh c’mon! don’t be like that, it’ll be fun!” PJ argued back, “we have enough people! pleaseee!”

“okay! fine! let’s play it.” Josie finally gave in, sitting down next to Isabel. you chuckled at the small bicker, shaking your head slightly.

Isabel placed an empty beer bottle in the center of the circle. “so whichever two people it lands on, they have to go inside that bedroom,” she pointed to a bedroom behind Hazel, “and spend seven minutes inside of there. and don’t be fucking lame and sit in silence.”

you took a deep breath and crossed your legs, leaning your arms on your knees and holding your head up on the back of your hands. Isabel spun the bottle, and it rotated around everyone, and then slowed down, eventually landing on… Hazel.

Hazel stared at the bottle with a blank expression while everyone started to cheer. meanwhile, your heart has dropped. the thought of Hazel being with someone else in there hurt just a tiny bit.

“Hazel! you will be going with…” Isabel trailed off as she spun the bottle once more. it felt like an eternity, just watching the bottle spin and spin. you blinked, and suddenly the bottle was on you. “Y/N!”

cheering erupted from the girls once more. you looked up at Hazel, who was blushing profusely. your heart rate sped up, and then Isabel was pulling you up by the hand, pushing you towards Hazel.

“you have seven minutes! no more, no less! and do something good!” she shouted as she pushed the two of you inside the bedroom. she closed and locked the door.

the two of you stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do or say. you swore Hazel might’ve been able hear your heartbeat from how hard it was beating.

“one of us needs to say something.” Hazel pleaded in a whisper. “what am i supposed to say in this situation?” you responded back.

there was a moment of silence before Hazel spoke up again, “i’ve… noticed the way you’ve looked at me before.” you looked away from her when she said that, now looking down at the ground.

Hazel sighed and walked closer to you. she grabbed your face in her hands, forcing you to look her in the eyes again. she pulled you closer, and then your lips met.

it took you a moment to process what was happening, but then you grabbed her waist and kissed back. her lips felt so good on yours, it didn’t even feel real in that moment.

Hazel gently pushed you back until your knees hit the edge of the bed and you fell back on it. she crawled on top of you, keeping you locked in underneath her. your lips reconnected in a messy and needy kiss.

you had spent months fantasizing about this very moment, you underneath Hazel while she kissed you with all she had. your bodies tangled with each other, your hands wandering over her body, just wanting to take in every little bit of Hazel.

she kissed you feverishly, barely breaking apart from your lips to breathe. Hazel didn’t want to lose a second of any minute she would spend in here with you, not knowing if this would be the only time she would ever get to have you like this.

Hazel eventually broke away from you, but only to connect her lips to your neck. the shy, quiet version of Hazel you were so used to seeing had vanished, leaving you quite taken aback at how she was acting right now. you gasped as her lips softly sucked on the skin of your neck.

“Haze,” you whimpered, and she pulled away to look you in the eyes. you tangled your fingers through her hair and pushed her back down onto your lips.

you didn’t want this moment to end. anything to keep kissing Hazel like this, you would do it. she was so addicting, you still couldn’t believe this moment was actually happening.

Hazel’s hands slid under your shirt, and you shivered at how cold they were. she squeezed the skin of your hips, softly kneading the skin. you sighed into her lips, keeping your fingers locked in her hair.

the door suddenly swung open, not giving Hazel any time to pull away from you. all you heard was a screaming cheer in PJ’s voice. “shit, they were actually about to fuck.” Josie exclaimed from beside her.

Hazel crawled off of you and you both stood awkwardly next to each other, despite what just happened not even thirty seconds ago. “your time is up, girls.” Isabel smirked, “but it seemed like you two lost track of time, hm?”

her face turned a bright red while yours burned, and you two were suddenly avoiding eye contact once more. you walked out of the room and she followed seconds later. you leaned against the wall while she stood next to you still.

“i’ve been wanting to do that. for a while now.” Hazel admitted out of nowhere. you looked over at her, smiling slightly. “me too.”

she walked closer to you, now leaning on the wall with you. “you know,” you spoke again, and swallowed a knot in your throat. “we could always… ditch this party and go to my place.”

Hazel stared at you for a moment, before taking your hand in hers and dragging you to the front door, not even bothering to let the girls know that you were leaving.

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan x fem!reader #bottoms movie #bottoms 2023

[kelcemenow]

Touchdown - Chapter 15.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 2784

Warnings The fluffiest of fluff!

CHAPTER 14.

CHAPTER 15.

You woke up to the bright Missouri sunlight streaming in through the large window in the master bedroom. Rubbing your eyes, you looked around the room, noticing that you were on your own. You pushed yourself up, resting your back against the solid wooden headboard, yawning and reaching for your phone on the bedside table. You noticed a folded a piece of paper resting underneath your phone and spied your name written neatly on the front. You gently removed the paper and opened it.

‘You looked so peaceful, babygirl…I didn’t want to wake you up. I have practice until 11 but I made you an omelette for breakfast, it’s in the fridge. See you later, beautiful.’

You smiled at the note, folding it back up and placing it on the table. You climbed from the bed, grabbing one of Travis’ hoodies that was hanging on the back of an armchair as you made your way out of the room.

You walked along the cool tiles in your bare feet to the kitchen, retrieving the omelette and reheating it in the microwave. As it was a mild day, you decided to eat breakfast on the terrace outside. There was a gentle breeze through the trees but it was warm enough and bright, sunlight peeking from behind the clouds. You looked down towards the pool and blushed slightly, remembering what had happened there the night before.

You were almost finished with your meal when a car pulled up in Travis’ driveway. You wiped your mouth and picked up your plate, making your way back to the kitchen. You placed it into the sink, when there was a gentle knock on the front door.

You froze for a second, unsure of whether to answer the door to a house that wasn’t yours. You paced to the door, closing one eye and peering into the door viewer. You relaxed immediately when you saw Brittany on the other side of the door, pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head. You opened the door with a smile on your face.

“You didn’t tell me you were visiting?”

“Wha-?”

“Pat just texted me, said that Trav had mentioned it at training. Why didn’t you say?” She pulled you in for a hug.

You laughed and stepped aside so that she could come inside, “I know! I’m so sorry! It’s been a bit hectic to be honest…it’s all a bit of a blur. I feel like I blinked and now I’m here.” You closed the door, “I would’ve messaged you eventually! Anyway, I’m here for a week!”

She smiled as she walked to the kitchen, “Awesome! We can hang when the boys are at practice. And you have to come over one night for dinner! Pat is an amazing cook!” She said, excitedly.

“Sure, sounds good!” You glanced over at the clock. 10am. “Travis said he would be finished at 11 but I have no idea what we’re doing today.” You lifted yourself onto one of the stools.

“By the way, I wasn’t kidding when I said he didn’t stop talking about you on the way home from London. He was pissing everybody off!”

You laughed, “I got all giddy when I read your message, like, it’s really sweet.”

She smiled, “It really is. Most of the other guys have wives and girlfriends and I always thought Trav would make a really cute boyfriend.”

You stuttered, “Oh, I don’t think-“

“Relax, you know what I mean. Whether you two have had that conversation or whatever, it’s clear that he’s into you. Think about it, if he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t have flown you out here.” She leaned over the counter top and placed her hands under her chin, keen for information. “So, how was your first night?”

You smiled meekly, “It was…nice. We got food and had a swim. Nothing crazy.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Ooh a moonlight swim? How romantic! I honestly think you two make a gorgeous couple.”

You blushed and look down at your hands, “He’s really nice. I’m trying not to get too attached too early, though. If I’m honest, it’s been my downfall in past relationships. I’ve rushed things and let down my defences super early and then ended up getting hurt.”

Brittany frowned, “Now, I’m afraid I can’t really give you any real-life experience-based advice on this, me and Pat have been together since High School. But what I personally believe, is that things happen for a reason. People don’t just cross paths for the hell of it. And I think you and Travis have something special.” She reached forward and took your hands in hers, “And I know it’s early and I know it’s scary but, like Travis, you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t at least a little curious as to see what could happen between you too.”

You looked across the kitchen island at her with glassy eyes, breathing slowly, “I think you’re right. I guess I’m trying to protect myself.” You smiled, “Thank you, so much Brittany. You’re the best.”

She whined, “Aww Y/N, you’re so sweet!” She clapped her hands together, “So, it’s settled then, you’re coming over on Thursday night for dinner and drinks.”

You nodded, “Yeah, of course. I’ll check with Travis when he gets back.”

“Look at you, making plans like a proper couple.”

You opened your mouth to protest.

“I know, I know…you’re not a couple, whatever, blah blah blah.” She rolled her eyes. “What exactly are you then?”

You lowered your eyebrows in thought, “I’d say that closest thing we are is…dating?”

Brittany looked up the ceiling wistfully, “The early days of dating! Enjoy it, babe! Sometimes I wish we could go back in time before the stresses of marriage and kids!” She straightened up and grabbed her keys from the counter top, “It’s such a shame there’s no game this weekend, that would’ve been awesome!”

You smiled and followed her to the front door, “I know! I’ll just have to come back another time!”

“That’s what I wanted to hear, girl!” She hugged you tightly before placing her sunglasses back onto her face. “Anyway, I have to pick up Sterling and some dinner for when Pat gets back.”

“Oh, we had a Joe’s last night, it was amazing!”

“You’re practically a native now! She stepped out onto the driveway, “Good idea, I’ll head there now. Have a great day!” She waved and disappeared into her car.

You waved back at her as you watched her reverse out of the estate. Closing the door, you took a deep breath and looked around. You still couldn’t believe that you were here. You had taken some photos and sent them to your Mum, letting her know that you were safe. You had also messaged Jess and Hannah, and Richard from work had checked in to see when you would be back. In theory, you could work from anywhere and video conference for any meetings if necessary but he had been kind and allowed you to take some time off. You had kept your situation with Travis quiet from work for the time being, especially as it was extremely early days and you weren’t exactly sure where this would go. But mainly because as part of your job, you had to remain impartial and you were concerned that it would jeopardise your career. You had told Richard that you were visiting a friend, which was not entirely untrue and Hannah was on hand to cover for you.

Checking the time again, you decided to have a quick shower to freshen up. Travis had numerous bathrooms but the one connected the master suite had the most incredible looking shower so you tried that one. The steam filled the room and instantly revived you from the last 24 hours. You washed your hair and body before grabbing a towel and stepping out. You made your way back into the bedroom and picked out an outfit for the day. You were unsure as to what you going to be doing that day so you kept it simple with black shorts and a cropped lilac sweatshirt. You ran a comb through your wet hair and decided to leave it to dry naturally in a low ponytail. Similarly, to your outfit, you chose to keep your make up simple, opting for a tinted moisturiser, mascara and lightly filled-in eyebrows.

As you were tidying away your make-up, you heard a car pull into the driveway. A familiar feeling of butterflies shot to your stomach and you bounded down the staircase to greet Travis at the door. The door opened slowly as Travis walked in with his bag over his shoulder. He dropped it onto the floor and you ran towards him, jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist. He instinctively supported you with his hands on the back of your thighs and smiled as you placed your lips onto his with a firm pressure. He hummed into the kiss, holding you tightly.

As you pulled away, you looked into his eyes, “Hey you, how was practice?”

“Well, that was a great welcome!” He gently guided back to your feet, “Practice was good. Pat said you had a visitor?”

You wandered over to the kitchen island, “Oh yeah, Brittany came to say hi and she invited us over to their place for dinner on Thursday night.”

“Sweet.” He nodded as he grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge, “Sounds good to me, baby.”

You smiled as he opened the bottle and chugged most of it in one gulp, “Thirsty?”

“Oh man, yeah.” He breathed.

His forehead was glistening with sweat and you couldn’t help but stare as he swallowed the liquid down. His muscles were pumped up from his morning exercise and you could feel your eyes begin to sting.

You blinked quickly, “So, what are we doing this afternoon?”

“Okay.” He said as he dropped the empty bottle into the trash, “First, I need a shower…if you want to join me?”

You giggled, “Aww, I just had one, big guy.”

Travis clicked his fingers, “Damn. I missed my chance.” He smiled at you, “Well, once I’m out of the shower, I thought we could go on a hike. It’s a pretty awesome day and there’s some great places around here. We could talk…get to know each other?”

“I like the sound of that.”

He placed a gentle kiss on your temple before heading for a shower. You watched him disappear up the stairs, getting in a quick glance of his toned ass and muscular thighs, a heat washing over your chest. You smiled to yourself, reminding yourself how lucky you were. You grabbed your white Nike trainers from the front door as your phone vibrated against the kitchen counter. You quickly pulled your trainers on and picked up your phone, unlocking it and seeing that the notification was an email from Richard at the station.

“Hello Y/N. I know you are having some time off but I was hoping you’d be happy to meet with someone from the Chiefs team? Make use of your time over there? I’ve set up a meeting with their social media manager, Carrie and you’re going to accompany her to practice to take some photos and get an interview or two. Let me know.”

You mused over the message. Your finger hovered over the screen ready to reply. Travis would be at practice again, so you weren’t missing out on any time with him, and you’d be getting some extra credit at work.

“Absolutely fine by me, just let me know when and where.”

You heard Travis turn off the shower and the muffled sounds of him singing echoed down the stairs. Your lips curled up into a smile.

“Arrowhead, Wednesday 10am.”

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“To be perfectly honest, if it wasn’t for Jason, I wouldn’t be where I am now. I really have him to thank, man.”

“You’re really close to your family, aren’t you?”

“Super close, I love them all.”

You’d both stopped for a rest at a bench about halfway through your walk around Swope Park. For the past hour you’d talked non-stop about yourselves, trying to learn everything you could about each other. You felt a warm feeling spread over you as he placed his arm around your shoulders during the hike, pulling you close and sharing stories about his childhood.

He took a sip from his water bottle and turned his head to you, his elbows resting on his knees, “You got a big family?”

You shook your head, “No, it’s just me and my Mum. My Dad left when I was really young and I didn’t see him much when I was growing up.”

“That sucks babe.” He reached for your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Oh, it’s fine. He tried to get back in touch when I was about 16 but it didn’t really last. He just kept breaking promises, but whatever, it’s okay. I’m really close to my Mam…it was just me and her for so long. So, when I moved to London, I found it so hard. I felt like I was leaving her behind, and even though she is really supportive of me and wants me to do what makes me happy, I just feel bad sometimes.”

Travis was listening so intently that it made you giggle.

“What?” He questioned.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t remember the last time someone listened to me like you are now. I suppose I’m just used to it being the other way around. I spend my days asking other people questions and listening to what they’re saying. Maybe I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone listen to me for change.”

He squeezed your hand again, “Well, get used to it, baby!”

You blinked your eyes, “Well, that got deep real fast!”

Travis laughed, “I like it though, I wanna know everything about you.” He leaned back on the bench and pulled you into his chest, “Let me see if I got this. You grew up in Yorkshire?”

The way he pronounced Yorkshire made you smile.

“You graduated with a degree in journalism, worked at your local newspaper for a while but moved to London 3 years ago to further your career and ultimately meet a talented and handsome football player?”

You laughed, “Something like that.”

“You love sunsets and Audrey Hepburn movies and the way your hair feels just after you’ve been to the salon. You love coffee but refuse to drink it after 3pm. Your favourite vacation was to Barcelona 4 years ago but you haven’t been on another vacation since then because of work and the fact you don’t like flying.”

You froze as you listened to Travis explain every detail of yourself that you had told him.

“You don’t watch many movies because if you hate it, you feel like you’ve wasted your time. Your favourite food is pizza but not from Valentino’s on the corner because they don’t put enough cheese on. You used to dance when you were younger and would’ve loved to continue but you twisted your ankle and it’s never been the same since.”

You sat up and turned to face him, tears creeping to your eyes.

“You’re only ticklish on your left side and you can’t stand the smell of cinnamon. You love Prince, The Rolling Stones and Whitney Houston and freshly cut grass makes you sneeze. You’re scared of heights and cockroaches and you’ve always wanted to swim near a waterfall.”

You stared at him, your bottom lip quivering.

“Did I get it right?”

“Trav-“

“Oh wait, no. I forgot something.” He angled his body towards you and spoke slowly. “You are beautiful, funny, intelligent, caring and kind and I am the luckiest guy to have you here with me.”

Your breath hitched as you blinked and a tear ran down your cheek. Travis brought his hand to your face and wiped away the moisture with his thumb.

You cleared your throat, “Do I really talk about myself that much?”

Travis laughed and tilted his head, keeping his eyes locked on yours, “I don’t care.”

With his hand still on your cheek, he pulled you closer for a gentle but loving kiss. His lips moved softly against yours, his fingers tracing along your jawline.

He pulled away, placing one more kiss onto your forehead before standing up and throwing his arm back around your shoulders, “Let’s go, I wanna head home for another moonlit swim.” A smirk appearing on his face.

You playfully tapped his chest, walking alongside him to continue on the hike, your eyes bleary with happiness.

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[goldribboncottage]

Hazel Callahan Fanfiction

I haven’t posted on tumblr dot com in probably three years. I don’t know how it works.

This is my untitled fanfiction about being Hazel’s sisters’ nanny and falling in love. I haven’t written a fanfiction since I was in middle school. Enjoy.

Untitled Pookie Story 

It wasn’t supposed to end up this way. You weren’t supposed to fall for the bosses daughter. You barely knew the boss had a daughter. Mrs. Webster mentioned in passing that her oldest was off at college, and didn’t tend to come home on breaks. 

“I have another child at Amherst, but that won’t be relevant to this position. It’s strictly caring for the twins! She never comes home anyway. A lot of people ask, what was I thinking having kids 20 years apart, but it’s truly a blessing to start over. No need to relive mistakes as a first time mom! I’m so excited to have someone so kind caring for my babies.” Mrs. Webster almost hired you on the spot. 

You wondered about the elder Webster. She probably wasn’t called that, being from her first marriage. Whatever, it’s not like you would be seeing her at the new job. There were no pictures of her in the house, but you knew her old bedroom was across from yours, and you took over her old bathroom. Being a live in nanny, your priorities were the 4 month old fraternal twins, Isla and Sage. 

Two months in and you had the twins on a great schedule, and hit your stride. Making friends wasn’t always easy for you growing up but you fell into an easy friendship with a group a little younger than you. PJ and Brittany were nice people and you had a lot in common. Brittany was a cosmetologist and cheered for a local sports team, and PJ had her own podcast. They had known each other since high school but quickly accepted you as one of them. You had hung out with them a lot since moving, and gotten to know their wider group of friends. 

The best part about being an infant nanny was the nap times. Mrs. W didn’t expect you to do any chores or extra work, so you’d usually hang out in your room or the common areas. Today being the first warm day in a while, you took the baby monitor outside and read on the back porch. 

Nearly falling asleep, the porch swing was your favorite part of the house. Sure, Mrs. Webster had a huge house from her first divorce settlement, and plenty of money of her own, but this little corner felt like your place. Big and comfy, naps outside always came unexpectedly. 

*Movement at Front Door*

Waking you, the Ring notification flashed on your screen, and you figured it was Mrs. W coming home early. She usually texted, but maybe she forgot. Typical for a woman in her 50s who married a 28 year old surfer and divorced him before their children were born.

Re-entering the house to greet Mrs. Webster, you were met with a surprise. A very short, shaggy haired, blue eyed surprise. 

Hazel POV

I’m not sure why I decided today was the day to come home for the first time in five months. After helping my mom with her two little mistakes for three weeks I decided it hurt too much to be around them. Just more reminders my mom chose a new start over me. 

I didn’t bother telling my mom I’d be coming home, she’d prefer I stay in Massachusetts. But it was spring break, and I missed my friends. PJ mentioned my mom hiring help, but I didn’t care about what she did. She was always looking for ways out of being a parent. 

There was a foreign car in the driveway, with a Callahan Motors license plate cover. Must be a guilt present from my dad. Another SUV for my mom to drive around the little brats in. 

I had planned on running home for a quick shower and change of clothes before meeting up with PJ, Josie, Isabel, and Brittany. 

I hadn’t planned on entering my home and finding it filled with stuff I didn’t recognize. Shoes that were way too young for my mom filled the rack in the closet, another with jackets I didn’t recognize. Huh. Must be another crisis, this time in fashion. I made my way to the kitchen at the back of the house when something stops me. Or rather, someone. 

Reader POV

“Who the fuck are you?” The tiny masculine girl scoffs, rounding the kitchen island. 

“Who am I? WHO ARE YOU? Why are you here? Get out! If you don’t leave I’m calling the cops!” unfazed, she grabs a drink out of the fridge. “I’m serious. I am responsible for this house and all of the people in it right now and I am not afraid of you. Get out before I make you get out”

Sensing your change in tone, she puts her hands up in defense “Hey, I live here, I could say the same thing to you.” She sips her drink and doesn’t break eye contact. 

“You don’t live here! I’ve NEVER seen you before! I live her with Mrs. Webster and her daughters. I’m calling the cops. You can get out now or wait until they-“

“Whoawhoawhoa, pleasedontdothat. I’m Hazel. Callahan. My mom didn’t tell you about me? Are you like the maid or something? I’m just visiting for spring break. I live here. Seriously.” You stared at her, as if telling her to go on. “If I didn’t live here I wouldn’t know there’s a chip in the upstairs bath tile I never told my mom about, or that the fourth step squeaks on the stairs, and I have two baby sisters! I know their names! Isla and Sage! They’re like, little! I don’t know how old they are! But they’re still, like, babies, I think!” 

You put down your phone. So this is Mrs. Websters oldest daughter. Hazel Callahan. You wondered why you had never heard her name until now. 

“They’re 6 months old. Next week will be 7.” You explain. “And I’m not the maid, I’m the nanny. I live in the room across from yours. I told your mom about the chip in the tile. I thought I did it when I slipped coming out of the shower.” She laughs. You can see it now. Sage has the same deep blue eyes, and Isla’s hair is just a shorter, thinner version of Hazel’s. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” 

“It’s nice to meet you too. Sorry about the mix up. Where are those little rugrats? I haven’t seen them since they came out of the womb.” She puts back her drink and starts to make her way to the nursery. 

“Wait! Just look at the monitor. They aren’t supposed to wake up until 3.” You hand her the monitor, and she grabs it slowly. Your hands brush, and you explain to her the differences in the girls. 

“Isla has the dark hair, like you and your mom. Sage has lighter hair but darker eyes. Blue. Like yours. Dark blue. And big.” Hazel glances at you with her big blue eyes and meets your e/c ones. “They’re so adorable. When she stares at me I swear my heart melts. I’m such a sucker.” You shake your head and giggle, thinking of the tender moments you’ve shared with the babies. Hazel looks up at you from under her eyelashes. 

“Adorable?”

“I mean the babies.” You step away slightly. “Speaking of, I have to get their food ready. Today they’re trying peas for the first time. We are all very excited.” 

“Thrilling. Well, I’m going to go upstairs. I have to be somewhere. It was nice meeting you.” She tips her head in salute and walks off. 

“You too, Hazel.” You whisper. 

She comes down as you are wiping mushy peas off the girls and their high chairs. 

Wow. You’d never had a certain type, but Hazel was definitely it. She looked good in an oversized t shirt, vest, and nike sneakers. “Hey.” She rocks on her heels, almost looking scared to approach you.

“Oh! H-Hi. We just finished. This is about as clean as they will get if you want to come say hi. They don’t bite! They really can’t, yet, they’ve only got two teeth each. Isla did bite me once but that was only because she thought I was food!” Sensing you were over talking you pick up Sage and offer her the Hazel. The younger girl backs away, a concerned look on her face. “Oh, sorry! I forget not everyone is a baby person. You don’t have to hold her. She’s really good at sitting now! You can play in the living room while I get Isla cleaned up.”

“I’m good, but thank you. I have to meet my friends. I haven’t been back in a while. I don’t know when I’ll be home tonight but I told my mom I’m in town. See ya” She exits quickly. 

Hazel POV

I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I don’t know why I can’t handle being around my sisters. I mean, I haven’t met a lot of babies, but I’ve never been scared of them. Maybe it isn’t them I’m scared of. I’ve stayed away from Rockbridge for a reason. Let my mom have her perfect little life without me in it. I don’t need her anyway. But that nanny is something. Hiring someone to live at your house? At MY house? God. Who knows what’s next on the divorcee-crisis list. 

I pulled into the parking lot of Bottoms, the greatest and only queer bar in town. I could see my friends at their usual table inside. At least one thing was good about coming home. 

“Hazel!” Isabel rushes to hug me, and I can tell a line is forming behind her. She kisses my cheek and tells me how much I’ve been missed. “You need to come back more often!” 

“Yeah, it’s not like Amherst has anything to offer but snotty WASPS and fake deep classes.” PJ chimes in. 

“Hey, Hazel’s doing great there! And don’t hate on Massachusetts, Emerson was your top choice.” Josie adds, defending me and our college towns. 

I’m glad to see nothings changed. 

After a couple of drinks, I decide to bring up the incident earlier today with my mom’s new nanny. 

“Oh my god! Y/N? We love her! Why didn’t you invite her out? I can’t believe she thought you were an intruder. That’s so funny. I’m texting her right now.” Brittany whips out her phone and clicks away. 

“Wait you guys know her? Like have her number and text her know her? How come no one’s told me about this!” 

Josie answers first “Well to be fair when we met her we didn’t know she was their nanny, and you don’t really like to talk about your family so we didn’t bring it up.”

“Yeah Hazel we always want to respect you, especially since everything happened with your dad and then Jeff. Your mom has put you through a lot in the past” Isabel takes my hand and comforts me. 

“Yeah that AND the fact that Y/N and I are totally gonna bone. She’s a lesbian, as we all are-“

“I’m still not gay, PJ.” Brittany interrupts. “And Isabel is Bi.”

“Anyway, AS I was saying, there’s totally tension there. It’s only a matter of time before we’re scissoring and run away together.” 

“PJ, you barely talk to her, and she’s the only one who is as much of a bitch as you.” Brittany quips. “You get humbled every time Y/N opens her mouth.”

“I like a challenge, baby.” PJ blows Brittany a kiss and swigs her drink. 

“Anyway it’s not like we only like Y/N because she works for your mom. She’s super nice. She’s 26 and has more life experience than all of us combined. It’s like she’s lived 30 lives. She’s so cool.” Josie says, changing the direction of conversation. 

“Yeah, okay” I say “I’ll try to get to know her better while I’m here.” I think back to earlier in the day. Y/N looked so happy talking about Isla and Sage. I can’t be second place in another person’s life. 

Y/N POV

Brittany has been texting you about Hazel since yesterday, trying to get you to come out with them tonight. So when she calls you on Saturday morning you immediately pick up. 

“PLEASE babe it’ll be so much fun. You literally live in the same house as her, you can carpool! And Hazel doesn’t drink she can be your DD. I know you want to come out, just do it! You deserve a night out, pleeaaase” 

“Okay okay fine. But I’m coming for you. It’s been like a week since we saw each other and I’m literally dying because of it.” 

“YES oh my god - PJ SHES COMING!” You hear her yell off into their shared apartment. 

“Tell her to wear something tight and short!” PJs voice is distant but clear.

“PJ says-“

“Yeah I heard. God she’s ridiculous. I’ll see you tonight. I don’t know if Hazel’s up yet but I’ll ask her to drive me”

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #bottoms movie #hazel bottoms

[tottymatsuno]

how would ichi make his pp presence known >:)c

nsfw!!! for brittany! self insert so uses ha name and such!

This stupid ass phone. Ichimatsu glares at it, sitting heavy and sweaty in his palms. Why the fuck did he even get this damned thing, his eyes swirl, he can’t breathe, his face is flushed and Ichimatsu’s two seconds from pulling down his boxers and fucking shitting on the table.

All the heat in his body is burning him directly where it sits, heavy in his sweats, urging his palms to attend to his needs.

“I’ve gotten a few dick pics, but never from anyone I’ve liked.”

“What about you, do you have any to send?”

Ichimatsu’s heart is racing. It’s beating so hard that he’s sure you can hear it from your bedroom across town.

What the fuck is he supposed to say? How is Ichimatsu supposed to play this game of 4D chess? What if this is a test? What if you block him immediately after he sends one? What about angles? Lighting? How to make his weird dick not so weird? Ichimatsu got this fucking phone for you, and now you’re going to render it useless because he’s too excited?! You might as well tell him to quit his job too, and kill himself since the punishment you’re asking for in exchange — Ichimatsu’s too inexperienced for this!

Instead he breaks open a shitty little notebook, and scribbles a dick in order to ease the tension. Next time he sees you! Next time, Ichimatsu thinks panting. Next time he’ll let you grip his hair, and force whatever you want on him! He won’t resist, but Ichimatsu needs to be passive so he knows without doubt, that you want Ichimatsu back.

With a click, carefully framed so you see the shadow of Ichimatsu’s true feelings erect on the dingy paper, he sends it over.

“Like what you see?” Ichimatsu asks, already cringing.

“Aw, I wanted to see the real thing.”

“Haha perv. I’ll send you a dick pic.” Another beat passes and Ichimatsu sketches out a more serious version, he even uses his real cock as a reference, when you respond. “Is that what your dick really looks like?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” Ichimatsu hopes he gets bonus points. Notice that I used your phrase. I watched that video, I learned it. Praise me.

You don’t reply within a half second, so that’s too slow. The shame eats him away like a moth, he needs an out.

“I gotta go to bed though, see you tomorrow at your place, at 5PM. I’ll be there when you get off work.”

“That’s specific. Good night.”

Ichimatsu’s body pillow is taken out, a rare appearance when he usually reserves it for Christmas related loneliness. He hides in the night to rub himself normal, every time he remembers, then clicks his screen open to let his fantasies return. As many times as Ichimatsu can until he’s exhausted in the morning.

After that it’s a waiting game.

What if you fuck him? Ichimatsu thinks, at the bath house. Then when he’s using his entire allowance to order you food, and when he buys your favorite snacks. When he’s standing in line, thoughts full of cotton candy affection, and having his virgin ass dominated in the most romantic way possible. He keeps remembering the image you sent a while ago, with two girls.

He can’t wait til you tilt his chin and make him drink from the carton of milk.

So when 5PM rolls around, Ichimatsu stands outside of your door when 4:59 becomes 5 exactly when he knocks.

You open the door fairly quickly, right when Ichimatsu’s knocking transitions to banging on the frame. The second he sees your face, Ichimatsu melts.

“Right on time.” You smile before commenting, “You nearly scared me half to death. I was wondering who was hitting my door like that. I was gonna call the cops!”

Ichimatsu swallows, then opens his mouth, then swallows again. “Sorry.”

“Alright, don’t do it again.” You exit your house, pushing right into Ichimatsu’s space. “Let’s go,”

“…Go where?”

“Gotta pick up groceries.”

That’s how Ichimatsu ends up riding shotgun in your SUV, thinking on repeat “Touch me, Brittany. Touch me.” In semi-patient anticipation.

He’s pushing the cart, hoping to remind you of last nights conversation even though it seems like you’ve forgotten it. Ah…a banana?

Ichimatsu watches you weigh a bunch. He plucks a random one after you set it in the cart. “It’s kinda like…”

His fingers wrap around the fruit like he was about to play with himself, “But not this length…”

Does that give him a pass? Is that flirting? Is that good enough? Do you hate him?

The expression on your face ignites Ichimatsu from head to toe, he can’t look at you too long or else he’ll combust.

He can’t speak for the rest of the trip, instead Ichimatsu’s tongue wants to swallow itself. So he dissociates until Ichimatsu’s helped put up all your food, until he’s eating the lunch you brought over, until you pragmatically hand him a toothbrush, until he’s spitting out the mouthwash, and until his hands are braced on your hips - wait, this is good place to start paying attention again!

Ichimatsu’s pressed back against your bathroom counter, and you’re kissing his neck feverishly. “That feels nice.” He sighs, he’s holding onto you for dear life while your body contours between his thighs.

“I just want to prepare you though,” Ichimatsu mumbles out mid moan, god you’re gripping his hair in order to access his throat. You teeth graze against his shivering neck, “It’s actually not that great.”

Your hand slips down to feel Ichimatsu through the fabric of his sweatpants.

“My dick, that is.” He loves you.

“So keep that in mind, don’t get disappointed.” Your smile is so bewitching, when you return to kiss Ichimatsu on the lips. You only say three words in between breaths, “I won’t be.”

“You say that now.”

You slowly begin to sink to your knees, and Ichimatsu keeps his mouth shut when you pull his waistband down.

#roros requests #roros fics #i got another one of these from brittany for all of em #brichi #ichimatsu x reader

[spaceorphan18]

5 Times Kurt Talks About Sex and 1 Time He Doesn't (Part One)

A/N: So, this was inspired the other day by a Nonny who was asking about how Kurt interacts with others on the topic of sex and this little idea popped in my head.

It's a little mini-series, and I'll post one part a day, then I'll get it up on Ao3 after it's complete.

It's set in a post-canon-ish world when they're all living in New York. The whole thing takes place over the course of a day.

****

Conversation One: Tina

There’s a banging on the door.  Kurt hasn’t even had a sip of his morning coffee yet, and reluctantly regrets even getting up in the morning as he makes his way through the kitchen to the living room.  The pounding intensifies.  Good, god, what is so important this early in the morning? 

He opens the door, and in stumbles Tina.  “Blaine!” she calls, without even a hello.  “Blainey!! Blaine, get out here, I need to talk to you.” She pushes past Kurt, in a frenzy, and goes straight for the bedrooms, as if it’s normal for someone not even invited in to do so.  

“He’s at rehearsal,” Kurt grumbles.  He shuts the door and heads back to the kitchen, not even bothering to stop Tina as she races around the apartment in search of Blaine.  

“It’s Saturday,” Tina cries, as if that’s some sort of argument against Blaine being gone.  The apartment is small enough that it takes less than a minute for Tina to confirm that Kurt is, indeed, alone.  

“People still have to rehearse on Saturdays.”  He pours himself a mug of coffee, taking in the deep, rich smell of it as he waits for Tina to inevitably join him.  

She’s grumpy as she enters the kitchen.  “Well, that would explain why he’s not answering his phone.” 

He stares at her blankly.  “What do you want, Tina?” 

It’s then that she stops in her tracks, as if she’s suddenly aware that Kurt’s really the only one there to talk to.  She’s unusually hesitant before she speaks again.  “You know what - it’s fine.  I’ll just see him later.” 

Kurt raises an eyebrow at her. “What did you need?” 

“Really, it was nothing.” 

“Tina…” 

“I should have waited for his text,” Tina insists.  “Totally not an emergency.  You don’t even need to mention that I was here.” 

“You’ve already crashed my morning,” Kurt says, waving his mug around.  Sure, it’s annoying to be interrupted during your morning routine - but at least whatever Tina’s backing away from is probably better than anything on TV at the moment. “You might as well just tell me.”

“Well…” she’s hesitant again as she slides into one of his kitchen chairs.  “It’s just that you and I, uh, don’t really talk about this stuff.”  

Okay, so now his attention is piqued.  “What stuff?” 

“You know…”  her voice grows soft.  “About sex stuff.”  

She’s not wrong.  Tina will gossip about other people’s sex lives until the cows come home, but she’s rather tight-lipped about her own. 

“Try me.” 

“I should really wait and just talk to Blaine.” 

“Do you really think Blaine won’t tell me eventually anyway?” 

Kurt’s not sure what is more bitter - his coffee or the expression on Tina’s face.  

“Fine, Kurt Hummel.” She takes a deep breath, composing herself. “So, you know how Artie and I are beginning to see each other again?  Well, it’s been going great.  Or at least I thought it had been going great.  Until yesterday… So, I was going down on him.  And, I mean, it’s not my favorite thing.  Do all men have that weird smell down there? Or do I need to get Artie some kind of genitalia perfume for Christmas? And I mean, I can’t do it for very long because my mouth dries out but anyway…ever since I’ve known  him he’s gone on and on about how much he just loves blowjobs.  I swear, I have heard about every single woman who has thought it wise to give him one.  And, god, he especially wouldn’t shut up about Brittany -- who apparently gives the most magical blowjobs.  Sam used to go on and on about Brittany, too, now that I think of it.  Why are you looking at me like that? Oh, god, don’t tell me you agree with Brittany’s mind blowing oral skills.” 

Kurt throws up a little in his mouth.  “Do you really think I’d let that woman near my dick?” 

Tina waves off the comment, continuing on with her rant.  “Anyway… it takes him forever to come and he just seems barely into it.  And I am trying all of my best moves.  I am not bad at blowjobs.  At least, Mike never complained.  And remember that one guy I dated a few years ago? Greg? He said I was the best he’s ever had.  I may have been the only one, but that’s not the point.  The point is I wanted to talk to Blaine so he could give me tips on how to give a better blowjob.” 

“Wait, is this really what you and Blaine talk about when I’m not around?” 

“This is serious, Kurt!” 

Kurt smirks into his coffee as he thinks it over.  “I mean, if you want to talk about someone who gives magical blowjobs…”

Tina lets out a frustrated grunt.  “Look, it’s not even because of this one time, either.  I tried to wake him up this morning with a little surprise and he just kind of shoved me away.  It was hu-mil-i-ating.  My best friend and would-be boyfriend doesn’t like my mouth on him.  Maybe this was just the worst idea I’ve ever had and we should have never gotten back together.   I just need to accept the fact that I’m going to die alone.” 

Wow.  That escalated quickly.  It’s Tina, though, he’s not really surprised. 

“Okay, Tina.” Kurt sets his coffee mug down and folds his arms across his chest.  “Let me get this straight.  Did you at any point ask Artie about his weird reactions?” 

She sits there silently for a moment.  “Well, no…” 

“So, to recap your morning - you had a bad sexual experience.  And instead of talking to your boyfriend about it, you came to the conclusion that you’re terrible at sex, that you’re going to die alone, and then rushed over here to ask my husband how to properly suck a guy off?” 

“You know, this is why I don’t come to you about these things,” Tina scoffs.  “You don’t have to be judgy about it.” 

Kurt refrains from rolling his eyes at her.  “I’m not-- whatever… Tina, Artie’s an idiot.  You know you have to hit Artie over the head with a brick in order to get his attention.  I think it’s a different set of oral skills that may be more beneficial to your relationship.” Kurt chuckles at his own joke.  “If you want, though, you could just say you’ll be refraining from using your mouth on any part of him until he can use his mouth to give you an orgasm. I mean, if you’re not having fun - why would he be?  And, god, do not buy him some weird genitalia perfume - I’d be happy to recommend a decent manscaping kit instead.  Also, for the record, dying alone isn’t the worst thing in the world - at least you’d have peace and quiet. And god knows I wish I had more of that in my life.  But I mean, please feel free to still talk to Blaine.  He does know how to do this thing with his tongue that gets me there faster than when we were teenagers.  Absolutely magical.”   

For the first time since he’s known her, Tina sits in a complete silence, utterly at a loss at how to respond. 

Kurt picks up his mug and grins as he sips. 

#s.o. writes things #five times #kurt hummel #tina cohen-chang #kurt hummel fic

[buckysimp101]

Home Sweet Home

Summary: You’re on The Stadium Tour with Nikki and the Crüe, the first tour since the birth of your daughter, Maci. When she gets sick you miss out on one of the shows, the first since the tour began. As soon as the show ends, Nikki’s on his way Home Sweet Home.

current!Nikki Sixx x YN

warnings: none, it’s fluffy af

a/n: i just...i just love dad!Nikki so freaking much.

June 28, 2022

The final chords of Kickstart My Heart played through the speakers of the Bank of America stadium in Charlotte, North Carolina. Before Nikki knew it the crowd was screaming and clapping as the last song of their setlist ended and he got swooped into a final bow with the Crüe and the Nasty Habits. Normally, Nikki was all into his shows, making sure to give them his all. Tonight he just wasn’t as into the show, he didn’t interact as much, his brain was all over the place, and the reason? You and Maci weren’t there. 

Nikki kept glancing to the side of the stage all night, expecting to see the two of you dancing and singing along to his songs, but he knew it wouldn’t happen. Your three year old Maci had come down with a stomach bug an hour before the show started and she couldn’t keep anything down. You made the decision to take her back to the hotel to try and let her get some sleep before the three of you traveled to Nashville the next day, hoping some crackers and water would help settle her stomach. The group took their last bow and exited the stage, everyone moving in a hurry to get Mötley’s stuff cleared so Def Leppard could take their place.

Nikki swore he couldn’t remember the last time he’d moved that fast, he almost ran into Brittany on the way to his dressing room.

“Woooooah, Sixx. Slow your roll!” Brittany gasped after almost being bulldozed after rounding the corner at the same time as the bassist. When she saw the far off look in his eyes she knew that he wasn’t paying any attention to her. She reached her hand out to touch his forearm, finally getting Nikki’s attention.

“Sorry, Britt. I gotta go, I need to see...” Nikki started before he was interrupted by Brittany speaking softly, “I know, you gotta go see your girls, I get it. Tommy will be done with his stuff pretty soon, you can catch a ride with us. Last I heard from Y/N she was getting Maci’s teeth brushed so she could lay down.”

Just the mention of your names brought Nikki’s stress down. Brittany knew what she was doing trying to relieve some of Nikki’s stress and making sure that he got back to his girls as quickly and safely as possible. Nikki nodded his head at Brittany and walked back to his dressing room to gather the things he needed to take back to the hotel, the rest would be packed by the roadies and sent to the next venue. After changing into the clothes he came to the show in and wiping the sweat from his face with a towel, he was almost ready when Tommy knocked on the door, alerting Nikki to his arrival.

“Alright, bassist. Let’s go see your girls,” the drummer said, a small sympathetic smile on his lips. Tommy knew how hard it was for Nikki to not have his family there supporting him and he knew that the man had been chomping at the bit to go back to the hotel the second Y/N left. “Hey man, luckily we weren’t on too late tonight, you’ll still have time to spend with Y/N. And maybe Maci hasn’t gone to sleep yet, she’s stayed up later than this the last couple of weeks,” Tommy reassured him, slinging an arm around Nikki’s shoulders as the group walked to their awaiting driver.

Luckily, it was a quick drive to the hotel. Once they got off the elevator, Nikki said a quick thanks to Tommy and Brittany and headed to your suite. Upon opening the suite door, Nikki noticed all the lights, except the one near the coffee maker, were off. He could see what looked like blue light from a television peaking through the crack in the bedroom door. As he walked towards the bedroom door he saw a pair of tiny, pink converse by the couch, a matching adult pair sat next to them. Maci’s toys, the few you had let her take off the bus, were strewn around the room, and a sleeve of crackers, one with tiny bite marks, sat opened on the coffee table. Nikki decided to pick up the stuff and put them away, less work for you in the morning. And as he moved your shoes to a more out of the way location, he heard your voice coming from the bedroom. Specifically, your voice singing a tune he knew very well.

My heart’s like an open book

For the whole world to read

Sometime nothing, keeps me together at the seams

Nikki crept towards the bedroom door, you must not have noticed because there you were laying in the bed with Maci asleep in your lap, your hand rubbing soothing circles on her back as you lightly crooned your husband’s lyrics to your daughter.

I’m on my way

I’m on my way

Home Sweet Home

“One of these days I’m going to tell Vince I’ve been married to his future replacement for the last eight years,” Nikki whispered loud enough for you to hear, your head whipping around at the sound of his voice. A small smile graced your lips upon seeing your husband. Nikki approached you, making sure to walk as lightly as possible, and gave you a kiss that you leaned into with ease. “How’s she doing?” he asked against your lips, his eyes softening as they darted to Maci’s sleeping figure still situated across your lap.

“She woke up about forty five minutes ago, got sick again. So we turned on some Bluey to just have something on in the background while she went to sleep. That didn’t work, but the second I started singing Home Sweet Home? She was dozing so fast, you know it’s her favorite bedtime song.” you answered softly, making sure not to wake up your toddler.

Nikki huffed out a soft laugh before questioning, “how many times have you sang the damn thing?”

“I want to say this was the fifth time through,” you giggled in response, causing the bassist to use his hand to cover his mouth before he laughed too loud and woke up Maci. “How did the show go, baby?” you questioned, beginning to slowly adjust Maci’s body so that Nikki would have room in the king size bed after his shower, who knew three year olds took up so much space!

“It was good. The fans were great and the atmosphere was electric, sweets. But all I kept thinking about were you and Maci, Britt had to slow me down after the show, I was running on autopilot trying to get back as soon as I could!”

“Well, remind me to thank her for that. I’d rather you get back to us safe, sweetheart,” you mumbled lightly as you saw Maci’s chest rise with a deep breath as she rolled over in her sleep, “now, I need my wonderfully talented, handsome husband to go take a shower. You stink, Sixx,” you added with a teasing tone and a wrinkle of your nose.

Nikki rolled his eyes as he began taking his shirt off and grabbing a pair of sleep pants before walking towards the bathroom, not missing the low whistle you made at the sight of your husband’s tattooed back. Before closing the bathroom door, Nikki poked his head out and whispered, “you better not be asleep when I’m done, mama.”

“No promises, daddy,” you responded with a wink.

A nice hot shower was just what Nikki needed after the long day and exhausting show. He exited the bathroom, toweling off the ends of his hair and what he saw made him pause.

You were right not to make any promises. Because there you were, fast asleep next to your little girl. Nikki swore his body was performing its own reenactment of that scene in The Grinch when his heart grew three times larger. The sight of you with Maci almost always brought tears to his eyes. When you delivered her and told him that you had finally thought of her middle name and that her full name would be Maci Nicole Sixx, the man broke down in tears next to your hospital bed. You had joked, “who knew Nikki Sixx was such a softie.” Nikki peeled the cover back to slip in and wrap his girls up in his arms. He knew he made it to his Home Sweet Home. 

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[metalbrojack]

Doing something for myself on this one bc I’ve been needing this since forever

Brittany Furlan Nsfw alphabet

(Male reader intended and implied polyamory with tommy lee bc I think he’s hot )

Genre-smut(obviously 🙄)

GRRAHRAHRAH…sorry

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She’s probably too nice, like accidentally making you cry because she’s just like, “I’m so proud of you, you did so well for me.” *curls up and dies*

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For her she really likes her legs, she likes to wrap them around your waist and pull you close. For you it would probably be your lips, she’s constantly praising your mouth during sex.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically...)

She likes when you cum inside her mouth and cunt but also on her face. But she likes to cum on your fingers so you can suck on them.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She secretly likes when you look up at her with big puppy eyes, especially when she’s riding you. And she really wants to peg you but she’s afraid of asking.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s naturally just good at everything, she knows exactly how to make you fall head over heels (tears for fears?!!)

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Reverse cowgirl and missionary are definitely most common but she enjoys spooning as well.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends on how horny she is. If she’s having morning sex when you’re both sleepy she is giggling and making jokes. But if she’s planning on having sex she is more serious.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

She shaves. I mean she takes a lot of bikini pictures and I would imagine she would have it shaven but maybe just a little bit on there and it’s a dark brown.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...) 

She really gets into the moment, only you and her exist for a moment to her.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She does, even if you’re home. But doesn’t let you when she’s not home and really likes phone sex when she’s away.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

She has a mommy kink, enjoys semi public sex. And she likes to deny your orgasm.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Preferably the bedroom but open to do it anywhere with privacy.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you get whiny and when you obviously need help with something but you deny every time she tries to help.(a bit random I know but…🤭)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She would never want to hit you, maybe some light spanking but absolutely never on the face.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Receiving. But sometimes she gives you head, she’s really good at it too. Leaves you whining and panting after.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

She likes to go faster when she’s really in the mood but again, morning sex is slow and sensual .

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

She loves a good quickie every now and then, but prefer to have proper sex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely, she’ll be touching you in all the right ways just to get you riled up.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

A while, maybe 3-4 rounds when she’s really horny but normally 2-3.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes. She uses them on you and herself. Weather that be double penetration or a vibrator to overstimulate you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She likes to get you all riled up and when you look at her like, “what are you doing?” She’ll just be all giggly and act innocent.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud. Like it’s almost pornographic. Moans and squeals mainly and sometimes some subtle praises here and there.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Threesome with Tommy is happening. No negotiating.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants.)

Kinda toned tbh. She has abs and bigger thighs and it’s kinda obvious how she can use those muscles.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

1-10… about a 7 on a good day regularly it’s a 5

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very quickly, makes sure you have everything you need before she even thinks about herself.

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3 and 14. And 6, 11, and 15 for the SFW ones.

6. Going out to eat: Who pays? Who orders the most food? And who has dessert?

Santana pays. Britt orders the most food and she's more into dessert too. Britt always gets dessert. Santana usually eats a little of Britt's dessert but she's not into it as much. She does love spoiling Britt though.

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

They both usually prefer showers, together of course whenever possible but they definitely have baths together too. Their first unofficial date was them having a bath together after all, so I can imagine that being a tradition for them.

15. Vacation ideas: who decides them? Where would they go, if anywhere?

They both decide together, even if someone has an initial idea. I think Britt comes up with ideas for their trips more because she'll have some random spontaneous idea of somewhere fun they can go but Santana loves going on vacation with her so she gets really into planning. They definitely go back to Hawaii a lot. That's probably their favourite place. They love Greece and Italy. They go to Puerto Rico and other Caribbean islands a lot too. I can see them going to Mexico or even Bora Bora, or Tahiti. They travel a lot and usually to tropical places.

3. Any kinks they clash on?

Hmm I don't think they have a lot kinks, surprisingly, for a couple as sexual as they are. The armpit thing Brittany is into was kind of confusing/a surprise to Santana at first but then Brittany was really hot responding to that so Santana kind of got over her initial skepticism. They don't really clash on much. I can't see anything that Santana absolutely hates that Britt is into or vice versa because they tend to vibe with the same things in the bedroom. If they didn't vibe so well, I don't think they'd have stayed together as long as they have. It's not a "kink" but I could imagine Brittany is the one who suggested strap on sex (as in, with Brittany being on the receiving end) and Santana was kind of unsure if that's her thing for a few reasons but then that worked for them and turned out amazing.

14. Lights on or off? Do they look at each other? Or is someone embarrassed?

Almost always lights on. They're both very confident and they want to see each other. Neither of them are embarrassed. They both know they're hot and the other finds them hot. Santana used to try to avoid looking Britt in the eye when she was in her closeted days in S2 but she got over that.

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 17

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: slight angst, implied smut/implied unprotected sex

“Alright big guy…you need to relax…” Ari grunted from his spot at the counter.  Britt frowned and walked over to her husband, “hey…be happy for Maya, daddy bear…your little girl is bringing home the new guy in her life…she wants you to meet him…this is big for her.  You know how she is…this is good news, Ari.”

“I didn’t like it any time Nia brought a new guy around,” he grumbled grumpily as his wife cradled his face in her small hands, “the same goes for Maya…we were just finding our footing in our relationship and now here she comes with some…new guy…it just…it bothers me.  It’s too soon.  She just started to finally forgive herself for her mom running off with her.  She-”

“Maya is a grown woman, Ari,” she reminded him sweetly.  She leaned in, placing a soft kiss to his nose before brushing her own nose lovingly against his, “I know you want Maya to be happy, Ari bear…just like you want Nia to be happy…and just like you want our children to grow up and be happy…”

“More than anything…”

“Then give this guy a fighting chance, yeah?” she asked, “if she’s that comfortable in the relationship where she wants to bring him around you, it must mean something.  Right?”

“He’s got a kid!” Ari said defensively.

“Hmm,” she hummed, sliding into his lap, “I happen to remember a sexy dilf that I bagged once…he’d had two kids by the time we got together…and then he ended up putting three more into me.”

“Your dad nearly bashed my brains in when we got together,” he reminded his wife, “you thinking I should take the same approach with this guy?”

“In his defense…we started fooling around before I was entirely legal…” she replied, “Maya is well over the age of eighteen.”

“This isn’t helping my anxiety!” he admitted with a huff after a few moments. 

Britt sighed once more, “Ari…Maya is a smart, independent woman.  She’s gone through years of therapy after you and her mother split…she developed a great relationship with us…she loves our babies and is a great big sister to them.  She’s an amazing auntie to Nia’s daughter, and she just wants the same happiness that the rest of us have…she works hard…she wouldn’t make a stupid decision…just have a little faith Neshama…”

Ari’s arms wrapped around his wife’s waist, and he nodded, “you’re right…Maya is a smart girl.  I-I trust her.”

“Good…her and her boyfriend are going to be here for dinner with Nia, Sam, and their daughter.”

Ari’s eyes met his wife’s own as his brow furrowed, “Nia met the boyfriend already?”

“Yep,” she teased as she slid off his lap, “now…the kids are down for their nap…and there’s one thing that’s been at the top of my to-do list since you slipped out of bed this morning.  And he happens to be a very sexy dilf with five children of his own…so our time is a little limited.”

“You little minx,” Ari growled, his attention now focused on his wife who was retreating towards their bedroom, “you know just how to get to me.”

“Looking for ways to relax…”

“Well, that’s one way to relax.”

“Well come on then, stud!” she teased as she ran towards their bedroom, “Catch me if you can.”

“Oh…when I catch you…just you wait, Brittany Levinson…we’ll have another little cub running around before you know it!”

“Ari Levinson!” his wife squealed, now running wholeheartedly towards their bedroom, “you’re using a condom!”

“Not if I catch you first, I’m not!”

Ari should have been in the perfect mood. 

The children had napped through the afternoon, waking up just an hour and a half before his two eldest and their families were set to arrive. 

He’d managed to marinade the steaks for the adults, and pull burgers and hot dogs for the kids, throwing them on the grill just before everyone arrived, while his wife prepped the sides in the cool kitchen island. 

The kids themselves had opted for hitting the backyard to get some swimming in.  

And when his daughters managed to show up at the same time, he knew why Nia had managed to meet Maya’s boyfriend early. 

Both of his daughters were seeing avengers. 

Nia and Sam.

And Maya with Thor. 

And sure, Britt was ever the gracious host, leading them in, and ushering the girls to the bathroom so that they could change and swim with Isaac, Israel, and Arianna, leaving him with Thor and Sam. 

The silence was awkward at best. 

Both men were superheroes but felt a nervousness around the father of their girlfriends. 

Thankfully, they weren’t alone for long.  Maya was first to join the girls, leading Love who was clinging to her leg.  When she said she didn’t want to swim without her or Thor, Maya picked her up and balanced her on her hip.

“Love, it is alright to play with the other children!” Thor reminded his daughter. 

But Maya was sweetly brushing the hair from her face, “she’s just nervous, Thor…Love is special…and you know that I don’t mind keeping her close…she can be my personal bodyguard…right, Love?”

The little girl beamed, nodding along, and happy to be included by her adopted father’s girlfriend, “right.”

“So long as you are alright,” Thor sighed, leaning forward to kiss her temple, and then that of his daughters.  He placed his hand on the small of her back and leaned towards her, “let me know if she gets heavy and I’ll hold her…”

“You think my daughter can’t hold your little girl?”

“Dad!” Maya whined.

“Ari!” Britt chided, coming to her husband’s side, “be nice.”

“He’s insinuating that-“

“I mean no ill words, father of Maya…I only meant to be chivalrous,” Thor said quickly, cutting Ari off, “Love is no infant, and I know that Maya means well, but even I tire from holding Love at times.  She’s nearly nine years of age.”

“I don’t mind, dad, really!” Maya said firmly, subtly urging her father to drop the subject.

“Hey…I have an idea…maybe since you don’t want to swim, we could grab one of the buckets of chalk and draw and color on the deck…do you like to color, Love?”

Love’s attention perked at the mention of the coloring, and she turned towards towards Britt, “I love to color…Miss. Maya…can we color and draw?”

Maya shot her father a look, “that okay with you, dad?”

Ari felt his face redden, knowing that he’d slightly upset her, “y-yeah…sure…”

Love indicated that she wanted to be put down, but she was quick to grab onto Maya’s hand, “only if you draw with me…w-we can draw something for daddy…a-and Miss. Britt…”

“I would love that, sweetie!” Britt sighed as Love held her hand out to her.  She gave her husband a stern look, “you be nice…or no more honey for you after the cubs go to bed…”

Ari gave a low growl as his wife walked off, her hips swaying as they went to grab some chalk to start drawing.  His eyes flickered to Nia who was giggling to Sam’s side.

“And what are you laughing at, kid?”

“Just funny to see how Britt still controls you is all,” she giggled against her boyfriend, “are you going to be nice to Sam this time around?”

Ari’s jaw clenched, “when wasn’t I nice?”

“Take your pick of the holiday.  Britt’s been the only adult actually willing to welcome him into our family,” Nia scowled, her laughter falling away.  Ari frowned, but as his mouth opened, Nia was ready to cut him off, “Really dad…you’ve always been against it whenever I brought anyone home.”

“Ni…I get it,” Sam said slowly, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend, “I can’t say I’d be happy about the first time Kaya brings someone home…it’ll feel like they’re taking her away from us…and we haven’t exactly gotten off on the right foot…”

“See…he gets it!” Ari said quickly. 

“With that being said, you’ve been cold to me longer than you needed to be, Mr. Levinson,” Sam began once more, standing up for himself against his girlfriend’s father, “I get that I didn’t start off on the right foot with you by knocking Nia up…and that certainly wasn’t my intention…but I’m here for both Nia and our daughter…and the few times I’ve seen Love, Thor, and Maya together they seem genuinely happy.  The three of them are good together, whether you like it or not.”

Ari looked over to where his own wife was drawing in chalk with Love and Maya.  She looked up at him with the softest of smiles, and his heart warmed.  And then he noticed Maya looked up.  Only her gaze was fitted to that of her boyfriend’s. 

She gave him a smile and mouthed something.  Ari immediately looked at Thor, who smiled and gave a small wave, before he caught him mouthing, ‘love you too.’

Ari gave his full attention to the superhero in front of him.  He really did look like a man in love with his daughter. 

“Mr. Levinson, I must confess,” Thor said with a sigh as his attention turned back to Ari, “that’s not the only reason we asked Maya to come to your family gathering today.  I wanted to meet you and your wife…”

“M-Maya didn’t invite you?” he asked curiously, “Sh-she told me last week you were coming.”

“We only asked this morning…”Thor replied, brows furrowed, “Love and I wanted to meet the rest of her family, because we wanted to make sure it was alright with you.  We want to ask her to move in with us.”

Ari let out a deep breath.  He hadn’t realized that he’d held anything in, but relief coursed through his veins at Thor’s question.

“For a second, I thought you were going to ask for my daughter’s hand…”

“Oh…OH!” Thor exclaimed, realizing what Ari meant, “while I do love the fair maiden that is your daughter, that’s far too soon.  I just know that family is important to her, so I wouldn’t want to ask this of her without first passing it by you, her father.”

“You wanted to ask if it was okay that she moved in with you?”

“I want you to know that she couldn’t be in a safer place, staying with Love and I at Stark Tower,” Thor said quickly, “aside from being surrounded by superheroes, she’d have a security system that’s got artificial intelligence, as well as access to a list of amenities…”

“You don’t have to sell me on Stark Tower,” Ari chuckled, clapping Thor on the shoulder.  He looked back to his daughter, who was absentmindedly drawing with Love, engaging the child.  To an outsider it looked like she was the child’s mother, “you have my permission, Thor…I just want Maya to be happy.”

“I plan on doing that!” The god promised as he looked longingly at Maya and Love.

“So…”

Ari looked to the door as his wife came into their bedroom and immediately crawled onto the bed towards him.

“So?”

“Ari,” Britt whimpered, pushing the book out of his hands and onto his lap, “talk to me.”

“What would you like to talk about, my love?” he asked with a smirk, knowing full well what she wanted to discuss. 

“Ari, come on…don’t be coy with me,” Britt giggled, getting onto her knees and crawling onto the bed towards him.  He pretended not to notice as she tugged on Ari’s t-shirt.  When that didn’t work, she pushed the book to the floor and slid onto his lap, “tell me what happened earlier with Thor and Sam…”

“We talked.”

“Well, by the time that they left today, everyone seemed in a much better mood than when they normally leave!”

Ari frowned, “they’re normally in a bad mood when they leave?”

“Oh baby,” she cooed, reaching to stroke her husband’s cheek, “You haven’t been nice to Sam since you found out he was the one that knocked Maya up…”

“I-I-she’s one of my little girls…”

“Well, it seemed like you had a real breakthrough with him today!”

“We had a moment where we connected,” Ari admitted.  Britt leaned forward and pulled his face to hers, their lips connecting in a sweet kiss.  Ari growled against her lips, his hands finding their way to her hips as he ground his erection against her core, “don’t work daddy bear up if you can’t handle it, mommy bear…”

“Who said I can’t handle it?”

“God, I love you, woman…” he growled as he flipped the two of them over.  She giggled as his hands were already tugging away at her robe.  He gasped, seeing her naked form as he tugged open the fabric, “Good god….”

“Ari!” Britt giggled as her husband’s hands started caressing her skin.  She moaned when he cupped her breasts, “Ari…”

“We’re making another one, Neshama!” the bear of a man growled, “I wanna see you full of me again…”

“Last one!” she said firmly.

Ari’s eyes looked up to Britts.  He couldn’t believe that she’d agreed so readily to his request, “really?  We-we can have one more!”

“One more, daddy bear,” she promised, pulling him back to her, “but after that you’re getting snipped and I’m getting my tubes tied.”

“Y-you really want another one?”

She sighed, and he noticed how her eyes softened, “I-I miss having a baby around…getting to see that little carbon copy of us…and before you say anything, I know…we had Israel, Isaac, and Arianna so close…but now that Arianna is in first grade I think it’s really hitting me…I-I want one more with you Ari…but just one.  I don’t want to be like Em and Lee…but I think that another happy little bundle will complete our family…”

“I’m all in, Neshama…you know that…”

“One more, and we both get fixed…for good.”

“Deal!” Ari agreed eagerly, kicking off his sleep pants as he continued to explore his wife’s body.

Chapter 18

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Brittana, 13

Prompt: Kiss me

Bad Days Made Better

A/N: This story is (eventually) going to fit into Dreams Come True (in progress) and occurs after The Only Dream That Matters.

Hope you like it! Thanks for the prompt :)

Also posted on FF.net

Xoxoxoxoxo Santana walked into the apartment and dropped her keys by the bowl on the cabinet by the door, kicked her shoes off, and dropped her jacket on the arm of the couch on the way to the bedroom. It had been a bad day. No. It had been a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day and she was Alexander. A quick glance at her phone notified her of a new text from Britt.

From: The Wifey

Hi honey! We're just finishing up, be home by 7. Love you.

Santana looked at the time and growled. It was only 6:30. Fine. She stripped down and went into the bathroom, turning the water on as hot as she could stand it.

Xoxoxoxoxo

Brittany walked into the apartment and immediately knew something was wrong. The feeling caused her to pause in the doorway and look around the apartment. Santana's keys were by the bowl instead of in it; she dropped her keys in the bowl then picked up and dropped Santana's into it. Santana's shoes were kicked off by the door; nope, Santana never left them by the door because Lord Tubbington thought they made great scratching posts. Santana's jacket was slung on the arm of the couch. Brittany sighed and picked up Santana's shoes, putting them into the cabinet then moving to hang up Santana's jacket along with her own.

Santana was going to be grumpy.

Speak of her angel … Santana wandered out from the hallway and into the kitchen.

"Hi, honey," Brittany tried to sound upbeat, "how was your day? What are you thinking for dinner?"

Santana grunted a hello and continued into the kitchen. She opened the freezer and grabbed a pint of Ben & Jerry's out of it then reached toward the drawer for a spoon.

Brittany took the ice cream from her hand and put it back in the freezer.

"You are not having ice cream for dinner," she chastised softly. She knew her wife and knew exactly what she needed to do.

"I'm a grown ass woman, I can do what I want."

Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's waist.

"Kiss me."

Santana looked at her. "What?"

"When your wife comes home, it's customary for you to kiss her. So … kiss me."

Santana leaned up and gave Brittany a quick peck then tried to move away from her but Brittany just tightened her hold.

"Kiss your wife, not your great-aunt at Christmas."

Santana huffed out her annoyance but Brittany could feel the stress sloughing off Santana's shoulders as she leaned up again. Brittany met her half-way and their lips slid together, fitting perfectly, as always. Brittany swiped her tongue over Santana's bottom lip and, after a mico-second's hesitation, Santana complied. Their tongues met and danced and lightly dueled until Brittany felt Santana completely melt into her embrace. The kiss was sensual without being sexual; meant to comfort and soothe, not excite. When Santana's arms slid around Brittany's waist, she moved one of her hands from Santana's back and gently cupped Santana's cheek, softly stroking her thumb over Santana's cheekbone.

When they finally separated, Santana leaned into Brittany's shoulder.

"Hi." Santana murmured softly.

"Hi. Bad day?"

"Better now."

"Wanna talk about it?"

Santana hesitated a moment before nodding. "Yeah."

"Dinner?"

"Thai and couch cuddles?"

"Of course." Brittany released her hold on Santana who separated from her a little unwillingly.

"I'll get some wine." Santana moved off to grab a bottle of white wine and a couple of wine glasses while Brittany dialed the Thai place around the corner to place their order.

She smiled softly at her wife as Santana moved toward the couch and paused. She turned back toward Brittany with a small, apologetic smile on her lips and her eyes soft.

"Thank you. For … yanno … and my shoes and coat and stuff."

Brittany's smile widened. "Always."

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[brittanithewriter]

The Muse

By

Brittani Harris

The words, “Chapter One” glared back at me on the computer screen; two words that taunted me for the last two hours. What was to come after was a complete mystery to me. How do I start? What sounds intriguing enough to capture the reader in only one sentence? My mind drew a blank. No wonder seeing that my day was spent pacing back and forth in my one-bedroom apartment, torturing myself over a lousy sentence. This would be my third book and because of that, expectations were through the roof. I had something to prove because I refused to be a two-hit novelist; coasting off that fame years later. No, I was more than that. For hours, I sat at my desk in my sweats and coffee-stained shirt, gazing at the screen of my laptop like I was the undead. My eyes were nearly bloodshot from the lack of sleep and my skin was pale from the deprivation of sunlight.

In the back of my mind, I could hear my editor's shrill voice screaming about deadlines. She invaded my brain like a Nazi; a literary parasite. She had come over earlier, dressed in her gray pantsuit and red blouse from Nordstrom. Her blonde hair with dark roots was placed in a high bun as she barked at me like a Chihuahua. Over the years, I have known her, she has always been a bit of a prude. I have learned to zone her out, focusing my eyes on her crow’s feet and the way her lipstick always managed to smear onto her teeth. Given a few beers, I would probably find her somewhat attractive. Somewhat.

Much time had passed and the sun started to set. My thoughts were frozen in time and I could not for the life of me figure out a way to throw them out. “What to write, what to write?”, I asked myself as I tried my talents at balancing a pencil on the bridge of my nose. My genre was crime thrillers and serial killers for everyone loves a good psychopath, but everything has been done. From the slashers to the immortal maniac who just won’t die; there was nothing new under the sun. Some fresh air was in order. Hopefully, a night ride would get the literary juices flowing. There was a solace to be found during the night. It wasn’t the normal hustle and bustle one would experience during the day. There were fewer cars, but louder people; fewer things going on, but more secrets. The scattered lights decorated the buildings downtown as lights streamed across a Christmas tree. It is said that the night belonged to the poets and the madmen. I straddled the fence to which one was I.

            As I drove through the deserted city streets, I gazed at the empty sidewalks and blinking streetlights. It was all my inspiration; the moon was my spotlight. The night was my canvas for many stories were just waiting to be painted. However, where was my muse? Where was the catalyst to spark my imaginative thoughts? All there were a scatter of homeless laying their heads wherever they may. They rested on the sidewalks and the curbs, the benches of the bus stop. A serial killer of the homeless? A brilliant idea if it wasn’t already done by James Matheson three years ago, in his book, The Jefferson Street Killer. A madman brings fear into the shanty towns of Jefferson Street, Philadelphia. Spoiler Alert—the killer was the mayor of the city bent on cleaning up his city one bum at a time. Original, I suppose.

Originality is always key; however, there are only several stories a writer can write about. Nothing will be the same, but there would be similarities. I despise similarities. My editor hated it more. I imagined her kale smoothie breath exhaling upon my neck, snarling the words “mediocre” and “bland” as though they were profane. September 15th continued to flash across my mind like a torturing reminder of my possible impending failure. I refused to hang onto the teats of mediocrity. Destiny deserved to give me more. Success was warranted for me.

My stomach began to growl. All I had to eat today was Greek yogurt I found in the back of the refrigerator behind a week-old carton of milk. I must remind myself to throw it in the trash once I get home. I couldn’t survive off that, ten cups of coffee, and a can of Red Bull alone. Up ahead, I could see the large sign for Ezra’s Diner, with the light on the “z” out and leaving it to read Era. It was open all day, known for its fluffy pancakes and delicious, sweet tea that tasted the closest to diabetes. Before I realized it, the car was steering into the parking lot. I parked out front, somewhere close where I could see the car from wherever I sat. Though I do love the night, I knew of the hoodlums who saw it as their own criminal playground.

Heading toward the entrance, I could already see that there was only one cook and one waitress working tonight. In a booth at the far end of the diner, there was a homeless woman comforting herself with a cup of coffee, dressed in dingy layers of clothing, looking as though she had not bathed in days. Faint music played throughout the diner. It was something from the eighties, but I couldn’t name the specific song. I made myself comfortable at the counter on a stool, greeted with a tired hello from the waitress as she placed the menu in front of me. She was dressed in a yellow diner shirt and white apron, with her sandy blonde curls, pulled back into a ponytail. Judging by her hands and the slight wrinkles that formed on her forehead every time she made a curmudgeon expression, she was nearing her mid-forties.

            Glancing through the menu, my hunger decided on an omelet and a glass of water. I could feel my body rejecting the caffeine as though I was going through a withdrawal. It didn’t take long for my omelet. I commended the chef with a thumbs-up on his timely cooking skills; fast, but still with top quality. The first bite was the sweetest; not too cheesy, but just cheesy enough. As it hit my taste buds, it felt like heaven. It was at that moment, all thoughts surrounding my book faded away. I could care less about the plot or a great title. I couldn’t even think up a measly character. My mind was as blank as the homeless woman’s gaze. No, this omelet was all I needed. Unfortunately, my editor’s voice crept into my head, nagging me to stay focused.

Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines! The witch would not leave me in peace.

Suddenly, the bell rang as the entrance door swung open. The waitress looks at the door, managing a half-grin. My eyes were fixed on my plate as I cut the omelet into reasonable pieces with the side of my fork. Through my peripheral vision, I could see someone dressed in red from the chest to above the knee approaching me. I turned slightly, seeing it was in fact a red dress worn by a woman of a slim frame. The dress looked expensive. I was never the one for keeping up with fashion, but I questioned why a woman dressed like that would even trouble herself to step into an establishment like this. As she drew nearer, I could smell her perfume. It was a mixture of a sweet floral scent and fruit candy. The aroma was slightly intoxicating the closer she became. She stood beside me, asking the waitress for a cup of coffee with four creams and four sugars, refusing to see a menu. Her voice was slightly shaken as she spoke to the waitress as though nervous about something. There was a slight southern drawl in certain annunciation in words. My first guess was Texas. With a nod, the waitress went to make a fresh brew of coffee.

The woman sat at the counter with a stool placed between us. As the waitress began to pour coffee into her cup, I timed a quick glance where I could fully see her thick long brunette hair that she slung to the right. Her skin was of an olive hue; flawless. She reminded me of a character from my first book, “Lavender and Lust”. She was the real-life Sophia Schaffer, having an outer innocence that hid a deceiving interior. Sophia was the female lead in a crime thriller filled with seduction and twists. She was charming and manipulative, able to persuade any man with her feminine wiles. Initially, I based her off an ex of mine who I found sleeping with her professor in the bed we shared. Like the mattress, our relationship went up in flames.

Miss Red Dress had my full attention. I subtly watched her slowly drink her coffee and stare into the mug as though it was a crystal ball that contained all the answers.

“My name is Veronica; in case you were asking.” she greeted, catching me off guard and causing me to almost choke on a piece of omelet.

            I washed my food down with a glass of water. Even still, I was at a loss for words. It was unusual for a writer, I suppose. We locked eyes for a second, me gazing into her piercing greens. She exuded an unbelievable beauty; something I could not put into words. She was more than a Sophia. Before I could say a word, my name left her lips. I loved how it sounded; sweet. She immediately recognized me, stating how she read both of my books and was an admirer of my work. I could only chuckle nervously for the picture used in the back of my book was a seven-year-old headshot originally for a failed-to-start acting career. I confirmed who I was which started an exchange of flirtatious dialogue between us. Her voice was steady and more relaxed as she shared stories of her childhood in Louisiana. I was caught on her every word. I loved how her eyes lit up every time she spoke about her ideas and aspirations. She went on to tell me how my first book was her favorite; how she could identify with Sophia. How I described her independence was what intrigued her. Veronica went on and on about how she admired Sophia’s strength. Typical. Women seemed to always identify with a strong female lead; a woman in control. That is what Veronica wanted in life-- control.

Our conversation went on for over an hour, her coffee getting cold and my plate nearly clean. Veronica took a pocket mirror from her purse and stared at her reflection, making sure her lipstick was still intact. In my eyes, she was of complete perfection. She was my new Sophia sent to be by unknown circumstances. It wasn’t long before I felt her hand upon my thigh, gently caressing. I could see a lustful grin on her face as blood began rushing to my lower body. I was a fly trapped in her shameless web. With a flick of the hand, I gestured to the waitress for our checks. It was necessary that she knew how much of a gentleman I was. Veronica leaned closer and whispered in my ear that she wanted to take me home. Goosebumps formed on my neck and forearms. One cannot force those willing, and I was more than that. As she stood up from her stool, my eyes fixated on her backside. Her hips swayed from side to side as she headed toward the exit, looking over her shoulder and winking back at me. The check could not have come more quickly. Five dollars for the omelet with two extra dollars for a generous tip.

I hurried after Veronica out onto the parking lot. She stood beside the black Toyota Corolla, leaning against the passenger side, motioning me over with her finger. With a press of a button, the doors were unlocked, and we both climbed inside. Starting up the car, the radio played early nineties rock music faintly through the stereos. Veronica crept her hand onto my thigh, moving higher toward the crotch of my pants as I drove through the streets with no specific destination in my mind. My mind was flustered by all the blood left for the south. She leaned in closer, and me feeling her breath on my neck with the slight touch of her lips. Her sexuality was inebriating; a strong aroma filled the car and gave my body chills. She directed me to turn left on the next street. There was a dark alley up ahead that was secluded and private. Veronica had charmed my mind and now, she wanted to enthrall my body.

I parked away from the streetlights to remain unseen and turned off the car. The silence was immediately broken by her lips and body pressing up against her mind. Her lips were as soft as pillows and her skin was just as smooth. She tasted like sweet hazelnut coffee and her hair smelled like lilacs; freshly washed. My hands maneuvered throughout her body causing her to moan in sensual ecstasy. Slowly, my hand slipped into her shirt, palming her ample breasts, while my other hand gently gripped her neck. Veronica playfully chuckled for she liked a bit of the rough. She was such a Sophia. Tighter I gripped her neck with both hands this time, pressing harder onto her lips. Her breathing became labored as she struggled for air which made me squeeze tighter. Her whimpers and gasps were arousing. I could feel her tears stream from her eyes onto my face. There was a need to scream, but she could not obtain enough air.

A few seconds passed and the breathing ceased; no whimpers or gasps. There was silence. Her body was limp and I could feel all of her weight. I leaned back to stare at her face, seeing that life had left her eyes. They were no longer piercing but rather a dull green. Her beauty forever remained. My beautiful Sophia. I placed her carefully onto the passenger seat, placing her arms gently on her lap. With the back of my hands, I wiped her tearful face dry, feeling the warmth of her skin. I exited the car and headed to the trunk. Popping it open, there inside was the lifeless body of my editor, still in her gray pants suit and now wrinkled red blouse, lying in the trunk of her own car. Her bun unraveled, leaving her hair disarrayed messily over her place face. Her neck was badly bruised. I could see and feel the moment when my neck eventually snapped from my strength. She was like a rag doll; cold and pale. Reaching behind her, I retrieved the gas can I filled up at the gas station around the corner from my apartment.

Starting with the trunk, I drenched my editor’s body with gasoline as though quenching her thirst. I continued with the rest of the car, making sure the bodies got the most out of it all. The smell of the gasoline was gradually becoming nauseating. No longer could I admire my work without feeling the urge to heave. A small box of matches in my front pocket. A quick scratch of the match and the flames were ignited. I took a second to marvel at what I had just done; what I accomplished literally with my bare hands. A simple flick and the car was engulfed in flames within seconds. The scene was entrancing; the warmth from the fire was oddly comforting. Free was the only word to describe how I felt at that exact moment. No more deadlines, no due dates, and no pressure. The best feeling of all was that I finally had my story. The characters and plot were swiftly developing in my mind as the stench of burning flesh reached my nose. A writer who killed for his stories. It was brilliant.

            Police sirens were heard blaring in the distance. My veneration was coming to an end. A smile emerged on my face as I disappeared into the night, heading home with the start of the first chapter pulsating through my head. 

“There was a need for excitement and danger for him. There was a need for blood.”

#creative writing #short story #fiction #thriller #suspense #writers on tumblr #writing #authors

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(3rd person)(AN: tw for a little spiel about the unborn at some point)

Happy Harvestfest from Branden Collins and family!

This year the kids made the trip into Newcrest to celebrate at their parents house, since Brittany and Colton have the 2 girls and Tanner and Tabitha have little TJ, they both stayed at the house and the kids bunked in Tanner's old bedroom. Abbey and Adam stayed in a little simbnb they rented for the weekend and came to the house for all the festivities as well as the various family events that happened over the weekend.

In the past year, Branden and Lea spend their time being at home in Newcrest and working on their own personal endeavours - Branden working on his writing projects and Lea working on the garden and maintaining the home. When they're not at home they're in Willowcreek with Tanner & Tabitha, visiting Britanny and Colton in Windenburg, or seeing Abbey and Adam in Britechester - when they're not in Sulani. When they're not at home or seeing their children they're usually on a speaking circuit at different churches in various places. Branden will get booked to speak at different conferences and revivals, sometimes in a joint booking with his brother Allan, so they'll travel and be in different places at different amounts of time for ministry.

Abbey and her husband Adam are continuing to split their time between Britechester and Sulani, they're both still working in the marine biology field, with Adam starting a new part time job lecturing at the University of Britechester and Abbey staying at the company where she's worked since before they met. Whilst there have been talks of children, but for now those plans have been put back on the shelf due to the travelling back and forth.

Britanny and Colton are enjoying life being able to be back in Windenburg more long term since Colton won the election. He focuses himself with his obligations at the Windenburg Parliamentary House, so he's out of the house for a good portion of the day until he comes home for dinner with his family. There are times that work keeps him away past dinner time, but they all understand that the territory comes with the job. Britanny is happy to be able to focus her efforts on her children, her home, and her personal cause - which is the unborn. Their daughter Nicole is starting kindergarten, and since Britanny plans to homeschool the girls the same way she was, she spent the last few weeks on the road prepping the curriculum that she wants to use for the girls and getting all her mothers advice on homeschooling. Having almost all her cousins in town for the holiday weekend was also great for her, since she was able to get her many cousins that homeschool their children to give her advice and tips on the what and what not to do when homeschooling kids. Britanny and Colton have been talking about having another baby, their youngest Elizabeth is 2 years old, and they've always wanted smaller age gaps between their children. So who knows, maybe by next christmas there will be a new member added to the family.

Tanner and Tabitha are counting down the weeks until they add a new member to the family! They haven't found out the baby's gender yet, even though Tabitha is in her 2nd trimester already. They have a scan in a few weeks, so they plan on finding out then so that they can know whether to go buy baby girl clothes or whether to bring TJ's baby clothes out of storage. Tanner is continuing his work at the hospital, whilst Tabitha is enjoying her time at home with little TJ and savouring her time with her little boy before he isnt the only child anymore. Since Tabitha's parents and siblings live in Willowcreek, she sees them often whenever there's time, and sometimes even manages a visit to San Myshuno to visit her sister (who is also very pregnant).

#fundie sims #fundiesims #quiverfull sims #collins family #quiver full sims #modest sims #sims 4 legacy #collins legacy #homeschool sims #gen 3 #adam and abbey #colton and brittany #tanner and tabitha #gen 4 #post #i like this family cause theyre the easiest to pose out of the side characters 😂

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Could you guys share a few random facts about each of the LIs? Like their favorite things/songs/colors/memories/foods/places, anything like that. Thank you for this project, it is amazing! Super excited for the second half.

We have a couple of music asks floating around, and we answered the food question here, so we’ll do the rest!

Abel:

Thing - the handmade storybook his grandmother made him with all the stories she and his parents used to tell him when he was a kid

Color - probably yellow

Memory - his favorite memory is probably his first Christmas after his parents died. He was totally freaked out, terrified that his siblings were just going to hate it, but it ended up being a really nice day. Everyone was happy, nobody complained, they all had a really nice time together.

Place - His favorite place is the museum. Any museum, really, but specifically a natural history/history/cultural museum, not so much an art museum (though he’s not opposed to one)

Amalia:

Thing - A friendship bracelet that MC made for her in elementary school. Nearly lost it a couple times, but it's still here! She keeps it in the pocket of her jacket as a good luck charm.

Color - Amalia's favorite colors are probably burgundy and moss green

Memory - Among her favorite memories is the first time she visited her extended family in the Dominican Republic as a kid. Meeting and playing with her cousins, cooking traditional dishes with her aunts, watching her grandma sing and falling in love with the art of Bachata, reconnecting with her roots... she will never forget the experience

Place - The largest of her college's lecture halls –in which she feels motivated and full of purpose– and the Kung Fu Club she's spent so many years attending classes at that it now feels like a second home

Lincoln:

Thing - a beautiful collection of art pens that his mom gave to him when he started showing an interest. He doesn't use them anymore, though, just keeps them.

Color - Lincoln hasn't met a color he doesn't appreciate. Every color has a different meaning and resonates in different ways. He can't pick a favorite.

Memories - Christmases with his extended family in the Philippines. He and his mom would go every year together and he'd miss about a week of school so he could stay for the entire month. It was always a special time for him, as it was the only time really that he had to connect with his Filipino family and heritage - plus, it was a month away from his dad. His favorite parts were seeing all the Christmas lights and decorations, playing pranks on his younger cousins with the older cousins, and the noche buena feast.

Place - anywhere that he feels like he can relax and be himself without feeling stress of expectations. He particularly loves the tattoo shop where he works and his bedroom. Safe places.

Jocelyn

Memory - her favorite memory is from when she was just starting to get close to Brittany and Cody. They all rode around in Cody’s car one night and talked about anything and everything. The next day Jocelyn woke up and saw Cody and Brit waiting out front for her to drive her to school. That was the moment Joss knew that she was a part of their group. She looks back on that memory fondly because of how normal her life was. She had her two best friends, and nothing could change that.

Color - red. It’s bright and vibrant and red things go fast, so naturally she likes red a lot.

Place - the outdoor track at her middle school. She won her first event there and that was when she really began to love running. Being an assistant coach for the cross country team there gives her a lot of nostalgia.

Thing - a hoodie that Cody gave her after the two of them decided to impulsively go skinny dipping in the lake in the middle of fall. She forgot to give it back to him and after he died she started wearing it all the time. Now it sits in a memory box in her closet that she pulls out from time to time.

#ask #anon #ilw lis #ilw #it lives within #amalia de leon #amalia de león #jocelyn wu #abel flint #lincoln mcquoid

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survey #189

　Layer 1: The Basics Name: Brittany Age: 27 Birthday: February 5th Gender: Female Zodiac sign: Aquarius

　Layer 2: Your Family Do you have any brothers or sisters? Two full-blooded sisters, one half-brother, two half-sisters I know, and another that I've never met, so I don't REALLY consider her my "sister," I guess. Do you have any pets? A cat, snake, and dog. Do you still live with your parents? I live with my mom. Do you have any stepparents? My dad remarried, so technically yeah. How many cousins do you have? Oh hell if I know.

　Layer 3: Your Friends Who is your best friend? My boyfriend and mother. Who have you been friends with the longest? That I still really associate with, Summer. What do you like to do with your friends? Admittedly I don't do much with friends that aren't my boyfriend, but I LIKE doing lots of stuff with such people. I like just spending time together, going out doing fun stuff, or things at each other's houses. Do you have more friends online or in real life? Oh, easily online. I'm generally closer to those online friends, too. I find it way, way easier to be myself online.

　Layer 4: Your Home Do you live in a home, apartment, duplex, trailer, etc? A normal, one-storied house. How many rooms are there in your house? The living room, kitchen, and dining area are what I consider one room, just with the fireplace area forming a divider, so six-ish, if you count the master bedroom bathroom as its own room. Is your home large or small? It's larger than what we need. This house just worked because it was basically given to us as the former resident's death wish. If our landlord wasn't who it is we wouldn't be able to afford its proper rent. What is your favorite room in your house, and why? I dunno, honestly. Do you prefer having people over to your house, or would you rather go to theirs? I prefer to visit other people's places because I'm a very awkward host that doesn't know what to do with guests.

　Layer 5: Can you... Can you fold your tongue into the taco shape? Yeah. Can you touch your toes without bending your knees? I USED to be able to hug the soles of my feet, but I haven't tried this in a very long time. With my current shape though, it's definitely doubtful. Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue? No. Can you hold up your end of a physical fight? Oh there's no way. Can you do any yo-yo tricks? Not that I know of.

　Layer 6: Who Who inspires you the most, and why? Girt. I want to be a better person for him specifically. I want to be a partner that's worth being with. My mom is also very noteworthy; I want to make her proud. Who helps you maintain your sanity? Girt, Mom, friends, YouTubers that will never know I exist lmao. Who do you go to most often for advice? Mom or Girt, depending on the topic. Who knows you better than you know yourself? My mom. Who is someone that you would die or put your life on the line for, no questions asked? Girt, my mom, siblings, my nieces and nephew, my closest friends... honestly, a whole lot of people. It's not very hard to get on this list.

　Layer 7: Do you... Do you still eat sandwiches without the crusts? I've always eaten mine with the crust intact. I've always just eaten in first since it's my least favorite part of the sandwich, but I still like it. Do you typically finish your meal at a restaurant, or need to take a container home? I will usually finish my stuff, or leave very little left. Do you pull an Oreo apart in order to eat it? Sometimes; it depends on if I have milk to dip or not. Do you read a lot of gossip magazines? I never have. Do you make friends easily? No, I'm way too quiet and reclusive. I don't put myself out there.

　Layer 8: How Many? How many people live in your house with you? Just my mom. How many pets have you had in your lifetime? Too many to count, mainly cats. How many meals do you eat a day? Two or three.

　Layer 9: How How do you typically get to school or work? I don't have either, but in the past, my mom's driven me. How do you deal with a breakup? OH HUNNY YOU DON'T WANT MY ADVICE HERE LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO How do you like to help others? I enjoy listening to others and being a source of comfort. I don't have much else to offer; I can't lend money or a car or stuff like that, but you can bet I'll be there to listen to what's on your mind, give advice if desired and I feel I have any, and give hugs. How do you sleep in bed? I normally have one leg pulled upwards at an angle, and I'm primarily on my stomach/kinda side.

　Layer 10: What What do you think happens when we die? I don't know; I've tried to find a personal answer I believe for most of my life, but I've accepted in recent years I'm just not gonna know 'til I get there. I DO know I believe in the human spirit, and I lean towards us having some sort of existence after death, but I have absolutely zero idea what that existence is like. Maybe heavenly, maybe we just exist as roaming souls that are barely even cognisant of their past, who knows. I'm not exhausting myself trying to figure it out while I'm alive. What toys did you enjoy most as a child? Mostly plastic animals and dinosaurs. I know I liked things that lit up, but I think that's a very normal kid thing, lol. What do you do if you witness someone being awful to someone else? I'd say this depends greatly. In most cases I can think up though, I'd speak up, or call someone with authority.

　Layer 11: Where Where is your favorite place to eat out? As far as fast food goes, probably Sonic, but if you're including sit-down restaurants, Olive Garden or The Cheesecake Factory. Where is the place that has the best ice cream in your area? Idk. Where did you meet your current or last significant other? High school band class. Where can you be found at 7 PM., typically? Here at home, in the spare room on the laptop. Where can you find the best French fries? Either Bojangle's or McDonald's, depends on what I'm up for. Bojangle's has a specific seasoning, McD's is just good simple fries.

　Layer 12: When When did you find out the truth about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy? I dunno, I'd assume the normal age to tell kids this stuff. When do you typically fall asleep? oh this varies WAY too much, I have serious problems falling asleep. When was the last time that someone paid you a compliment? I don't know. When do you feel most comfortable? When I'm at home alone.

　Layer 13: Why Why do you enjoy taking surveys so much? It passes time, but just as importantly is I've found it's therapeutic and help me arrange my feelings and thoughts. Why aren’t you doing something else right now? I don't feel like it right now.

　Layer 14: If... If you had a million dollars, what would you spend it on? Buy my mom a new car, her own house, probably a place for Girt and me, do some charity donations, then I'd have to see what's left, I don't even know how much your average car or house costs lol. If you found out someone was cheating on you, would you ever take them back? Nope. If you found a wallet with cash in the street, including identification, would you turn it in? Why or why not? Yes, the guilt would eat me alive otherwise. They might need that money just as much as or even more than I do. If you could have any food right now, what would you like? I've been craving a double chocolate cake super bad lately and it's kinda driving me insane lol If you found out that the world was going to end tomorrow, how would you spend your last day? With my family and Girt's.

　Layer 15: Firsts When did you lose your first tooth? You expect me to remember? lol Who was your first teacher that you ever had? Mrs. Makeel or something like that. When did you first learn how to ride a bike? I dunno, the normal age. When was the first time you had sex? I still haven't had proper sex. I started doing sexual stuff at like, 16. Did your first birthday have a theme to it? I dunno.

　Layer 16: Lasts Last person you texted: My ma. Last drink you sipped: Flavored water. Last time you rode a bike: Oh, it's been years. I used to LOVE doing this, though. I'd often grab my iPod and go out riding down our path after school for quite a while. Last time you swam in a pool: Around two months ago, when Ma and I went to a friend's place. Last person you hugged: Girt.

　Layer 17: Favorites Favorite color: Pink, specifically lighter shades. Favorite season: Autumn. Favorite shape: Out of the very basic ones, circles. I think they're satisfying to look at. Favorite letter: I guess maybe "z." Favorite number: 13, I guess.

　Layer 18: This or That Pepsi or Coke? Coke, I don't like Pepsi. Movies or television? Idk, I guess it depends on what it is. Phone or tablet? Honestly, I've never really used a tablet. Fruits or vegetables? Fruits. Animals or humans? Animals, of course.

　Layer 19: Which Which Pokemon is your favorite? Ninetales, Espeon, and Houndoom. Which day of the week is your favorite? I don't have one. Which birthday celebration was the most memorable for you? 16th, and not for good reasons. Which holiday is your favorite? Halloween aesthetically, but I enjoy the experience of Christmas more. Which shoe do you put on first? idk

　Layer 20: Love Life/Relationships1 What is the name of your first love? Jason. How many times can you honestly say you’ve been in love? Twice. Have you ever been in a relationship before that was abusive in any way? No. Have you ever been engaged or married before? No. Do you have any children? No.

　Layer 21: Jobs, Dreams, & Goals What did you want to be when you grew up (as a little kid)? A paleontologist was my first career goal. What do you aspire to be now? What interests you? A nature/wildlife photographer. Art interests me. What is the most recent goal you’ve achieved? A milestone in my legs healing, I suppose. What is a goal you are still striving to reach? To actually make money from my photography. Have you ever won any sort of awards before? If so, for what? Yeah, various academic stuff as well as sports involvement as a kid.

　Layer 22: Opinions & Beliefs Pro-life or pro-choice? Pro-choice to the day I fucking die. Were you raised with any sort of religious background? If so, then what? I was raised Roman Catholic, but despise it today and even as a kid, I didn't get it. Democrat, Republican, or Independent? Independent. For or against the death penalty? For, but only in VERY extreme cases and/or severe repeat offenses. Thoughts on assisted suicide? I absolutely believe people basically on their deathbed deserve to make one final choice when it comes to their peace. I think it's very unfair to let someone slowly, painfully wither if they don't want that.

　Layer 23: Currently/Today/Present What day is it? October 25th. Holy shit, I cannot believe how fast October went. What’s the weather like outside? Sky is clear, and at the time I'm answering this, it's morning, so it's pretty cold out. What have you eaten? I had some Special K cereal. Did you run any errands? No. What time is it? 8:57 AM right now.

　Layer 24: Yesterday Did you have a work shift? I'm unemployed. Did you eat out anywhere? No. Was it snowing? No. Who did you last say goodnight to? I didn't say exactly that to anyone yesterday. Did anything unusual happen? No.

　Layer 25: Tomorrow Do you have to go to school/class? I'm not in school anymore. Does this day have any sort of significance to you? No. What is a chore that needs to get done? I'll need to clean Roman's litter. Will you hang out with friends? No. What time will you be expected to be awake by? No specific time, but I generally wake up early.

　Layer 26: Have You Ever Performed a magic trick successfully? Yeah, I used to be obsessed with those little boxes you could get from Scholastic, lol. Sat or laid on a rooftop and looked at the stars? Yes. Walked around with your underwear on inside out or backwards all day without realizing it? Not that I remember. Touched a snake? Well yeah, I own one and have had two in the past, and I've held friends' snakes. Even as a kid I know I'd pick up little ones. Been bitten by an animal? If so, what animal? Playfully by cats. My old baby iguana Kaiju also did.

　Layer 27: School Life Are preschool and kindergarten mandatory where you live? I know preschool isn't, but I think kindergarten is? Were you or anyone you knew homeschooled? I was homebound at the end of the 8th grade. I'm not sure if I know others. Did you attend public or private school? Mostly public, but my last college was private. Were you bullied in school, popular, or somewhere in-between? None of these; I think the best way to put it is just ignored. I wasn't anybody special and minded my own quiet business. What is the highest level of education that you completed? Some college.

　Layer 28: Your Appearance Eye color: Grayish blue. Hair color: Brown, but with a blonde-ish fade from where it used to be green but faded away. Height: 5'4.5'' Weight: nope Do you have freckles, moles, beauty marks, or birthmarks - and where? I have a birthmark on my left forearm, and little freckles in random places throughout my body.

　Layer 29: Electronics, Internet, & Social Media How much time do you spend on the Internet per day? Basically almost every waking moment and it's super sad. Which social media platforms do you belong to? Facebook, Instagram, and Tumblr (does that count?). When’s the last time you replaced the batteries in your television remote? Oh hell if I know. Are you more likely to stream movies and shows on your laptop, or cast them to your television? Uh, out of the two, I'm watching on my laptop. Do you have an e-reader, or do you prefer actual books? I STRONGLY prefer actual books, like I have absolutely zero urge to read digitally, and I think it's because it's a very rare escape FROM technology for me.

　Layer 30: Are You Are you still in school? No. Are you a member of the LGBTQ+ community? Yes, I'm pansexual. Are you looking forward to anything coming soon? Yeah, a surprise birthday party for Girt's mom. Are you dreading anything coming soon? Hm, I don't believe so, nothing that's truly "soon." Are you gullible or naive? Definitely not.

　Layer 31: Does Does your workplace make you feel like you can never take a day off without feeling guilty about it? I don't work. Does anyone out there hate you? I'm sure. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? If it's about MY sex life, yes. I'm extremely private about those details, but I'm not uncomfortable if other people are talking about their experiences. Does crying make you feel less strong? No, I absolutely will not feed into the bullshit that crying is a sign of weakness.

　Layer 32: Would You Do the Polar Bear Plunge? I would for charity. Ever try to walk across a room blindfolded? No. Swim with sharks? Possibly. I definitely would if I was in one of those safe cages. Go into outer space, given the chance? No, but only because of how long space expeditions are. I would miss Earth and the people I love way, way too much. But if it could be like a day-long adventure, THEN I totally would. Go out in public, looking how you do right now? I'd go in my mom's car dressed how I am (in pjs) if I was just riding somewhere and not getting out, but I wouldn't go in anywhere right now.

　Layer 33: Pets/Animals Do you have any pets? If so, what type, and their names... I have a gray and white domestic shorthair of some sort named Roman, a champagne morph ball python named Venus, and my mom's dog is a chihuahua named Cookie. If not, what type of pet have you always wanted? N/A What is your favorite animal? Meerkats, of course. Do you think it is cruel to have circus animals? of course it is????? How often do you walk your dog, if you have one? How often do you scoop the litterbox, if you have a cat? Cookie doesn't go on walks. I scoop the litterbox every few days.

　Layer 34: Food What is your favorite breakfast item? Cinnamon rolls. What is your favorite kind of dessert? Probably cakes. Do you eat all three meals everyday? Not every day, no. What’s the longest you’ve gone without food? I dunno, but nothing very long.

　Layer 35: Past Does your past ever come back to haunt you at times? Yeah, I think everyone has moments of this. What is one of your favorite memories of the past? I cherish times of playing make-believe with my sister or even myself as a little kid. What is something that you used to do in the past, but no longer do? Pray. Which historical time period would you like to go back to and check out? The time of dinosaurs lol, just put me in a safe bubble.

　Layer 36: Future Do you think you will ever get married one day? Yes. Do you plan on ever getting a different job in the future, or are you happy with the one you’ve got? I want a job to begin with. I'm never going to be happy without some sort of career. What age do you plan to retire at? Or do you plan on working til you’re dead? How the hell should I know? What is something on your bucket list worth mentioning? I want to go to the KMP to photograph and interact with the meerkats, specifically Whiskers individuals. If given the opportunity to see how your future plays out, would you take it, or no? I... don't think so. What if it's awful? I'd rather just not know that's the end of me.

　Layer 37: Hygiene How often do you shower? I struggle with self-care for a number of reasons and I do not want to share this. How often do you brush your teeth? More than I used to. Do you actually iron any of your clothes? *I* don't, my mom probably would if it was a fancy shirt and I was going to like, an interview or something. How often do you do laundry? Wow I hate this section, *I* don't, my mom does. She does our stuff together, and I don't keep track of how often the washer or dryer is on. How long do you use a bath towel before switching it out? Only once, but keep in mind I don't shower as much as I should so using it twice would be extremely gross.

　Layer 38: Clothing, Makeup, & Style Do you wear nail polish? If so, how often do you paint your nails? No. How would you describe your sense of style? Some mix of geek, goth, and metalhead, I guess. Are there any popular trends that you do not find appealing? I'm sure there are, but I don't keep track of this stuff. Where do you typically buy your clothing from? Wal-Mart or Hot Topic. What sorts of accessories do you wear/use? Piercings and one ring. Sometimes I'll put on a necklace.

　Layer 39: Hobbies Do you still color, even as an adult? Only when I draw something, really, which is already rare. Do you/would you like to crochet, knit, cross-stitch, etc? Not really. What’s the last thing you crafted all by yourself? I drew something like a year ago. Do you use Pinterest at all? Yeah. What’s the last thing that you cooked or baked? I don't cook.

　Layer 40: Dislikes List some of your pet peeves here. People trying to make conversation with me when I'm obviously listening to music (yes I know this is bitchy but it's like my biggest pet peeve there is), "tough guys," the "kill it with fire" mentality towards snakes and spiders (no seriously I fucking despise you), continuously pestering me when I need alone time (not in the case of like, ACTUALLY needing me, this is mostly a situation I've encountered with kids, who obviously don't get it and I can't be TRULY mad at), putting so much effort into a drawing and it not coming out right, competitive people (I don't get their mindset at all and it just makes you look really shitty to me), non-meat eaters acting holier than thou towards people who have meat as part of their diet, etc. What are some things that annoy you about yourself? I catastrophize like NOBODY'S goddamn business, I assume the absolute worst with like everything (this especially includes assuming everyone hates me/pretends to like me), I underestimate the shit out of myself, I'm VERY socially flighty/awkward, etc., blah blah blah this question is gonna make me upset at myself lol Is there anyone out there who you actually hate? Who? That I personally know/have known, I don't think so. The closest would definitely be Sara, but I don't feel confident saying I hate her; "hate" indicates too much of my energy going towards her, to me. I dislike the shit out of her, but "hate" just seems too intense, especially as time passes. What is a feeling that you dislike? Embarrassment. It's the worst sensation to me, I am so absurdly sensitive towards it, like I basically wanna die. Do you get some ugly road rage while driving? I don't drive, but when I did, I was way too terrified and passive of a driver to feel this. People with road rage scare me.

　Layer 41: Random Have you ever successfully pogoed on a pogo stick? Yes; I got one one Christmas as a kid and got pretty good at it. Have you ever mastered the jump rope? Not "mastered," but I got decent at it. I could jump in with one rope going, and came extremely close to jumping in while doing double dutch. Do you know what it feels like to be truly happy? As a kid, I think so. In my adult life, I think I've had moments, but it's hard to tell with depression. What’s your favorite type of survey, and why? Ones with totally random questions that you generally wouldn't be asked.

　Layer 42: Music What are some of your favorite genres of music? Mostly metal, I think industrial and heavy, specifically. I also like rock, alternative, and indie. What are some music genres that you can’t stand? Rap and country. If you had a blank pair of concert tickets, who would you hope to be going to see? Do you honestly expect me to say anything but Rammstein lmao Do you still listen to music on the radio from time to time? No. iTunes, Spotify, Pandora, Amazon Music, or YouTube? I normally do YouTube, especially since I tend to binge songs on repeat.

　Layer 43: Books What were some of your favorite books as a child?Stellaluna, What Makes a Rainbow?, Rainbow Fish, 10 Minutes 'til Bedtime, When You Give a Mouse a Cookie, Chrysanthemum, lots of the classics for my age group. What genre of books do you typically read most often? Young adult fantasy, maybe. What are some of your favorite books as an adult?Johnny Got His Gun, The Outsiders, Wings of Fire, The Handmaid's Tale. What is a book that you were required to read for school that you actually enjoyed?The Outsiders was the main one. Do you read any newspapers or magazines anymore? No.

　Layer 43: Around the World Where’s the best place you’ve taken a vacation and/or day trip to? A really clear lake multiple hours away from where we live now. We'd been visiting my younger sister's childhood best friend. Fish and stuff were accustomed to human presence so you swam right with them, and everything was SO clear. Oh yeah, of course Disney World was amazing too, but my memories of it are faint because I was quite young. Where is somewhere that you’d like to go someday, assuming you have the funds to do so? Alaska, particularly at a good time of year to see the Northern Lights. I'm very confident I'd cry. Where do your family members originate from? My ancestry includes German, Irish, and Polish, on my mom's side. We don't know Dad's heritage. What is your favorite type of ethnic cuisine? Honestly, probably just basic bitch American lmfao What is something that is typically representative of your own culture? Cheeseburgers? lmao

　Layer 44: Would you rather... Drink apple juice or grape juice? Apple, grape juice is repulsive. Wear pants or shorts? Pants. I never wear shorts. Be taller or shorter? I'm fine with where I am. Go to a zoo or an aquarium? Zoo. Visit an art gallery or a museum? Science museum. But an art gallery sounds nice, too.

　Layer 45: Movies Do you remember what the first movie was that you saw in theaters? I don't. What are some of your favorite movies you’ve seen?The Lion King has my heart, and I even love the "live action" remake. The Meerkats documentary is fucking beautiful, the cinematography is unreal. What genre of movie do you typically enjoy? Horror and fantasy stuff. I can enjoy comedies, too. What is a movie you’ve seen that you weren’t expecting to like, but were pleasantly surprised? Uhhhh let's see... yeah I actually don't know, I'm not one to watch movies much even if I think I WILL like them.

　Layer 46: Personality Are you more of an introvert or an extrovert? I'm way more of an introvert. Are you more easygoing and laid back, or anal? I'm a very anxious person, but still laid back in situations where I'm comfortable. Are you kind to everyone who shows that they deserve kindness? I absolutely try to be. Describe your sense of humor. I don't really know, I don't think I understand my own well enough. I don't think I'm funny, so it's hard to indentify for me. Do you tend to over-share? In real life, hell fucking no, but I KNOOOOOOOOW I do online.

　Layer 47: Celebrities Which celebrity has given their child the most unique name, in your opinion? *shrug* Are there any celebrities that you keep tabs on/read articles about often? I don't read articles on people, but I "keep up" with the Rammstein boys, as well as Markiplier, though I've eased up with knowing everything going on in his world. He's still the one YouTube channel I have notifs for though, I care about major things he shares. Who is/are your celebrity crush(es)? rzk is old enough to be my fucking father and i don't care Have you ever personally met someone famous before? If so, then who? No. Who is a celebrity that you’re getting tired of hearing about all the time? I mean, no one specifically because I don't hear about anyone excessively.

　Layer 48: Emotions When was the last time you cried? I can't remember for sure. What are some things that you’re afraid of? Parasites (especially internal), tornadoes, pregnancy, driving, becoming paralyzed from the neck down, actually becoming diabetic, never losing the weight I want to lose, going through another serious breakup, living alone on the streets... There's honestly a lot of stuff. What is something small that makes you happy? People I cherish remembering little things about me. Who is the last person that you were angry with, and about what? Ummm not sure? Are you typically a shy or outgoing person? I am extremely shy.

　Layer 49: Digging Deeper What is your favorite alcoholic beverage? Sangrias. How old were you when you got drunk for the first time? I've never been drunk, just tipsy. Do you smoke? No. Have you ever taken and sent naked pictures of yourself? No. Have you ever done any drugs other than marijuana? If so, which ones? I've never even tried weed.

　Layer 50: Games What are some of your favorite video games? The Silent Hill franchise, Shadow of the Colossus, World of Warcraft, Spyro games (excluding Skylanders, I won't fucking touch it), the Resident Evil series, and mostly loads of other horror games. Do you have any computer games that you play regularly? Yeah, WoW. What was your favorite board game, growing up? I surprisingly liked "Mall Madness" a lot, even for a kid that didn't like shopping. How about your favorite card game? I liked poker at some point, but I haven't remembered the rules since I WAS a kid. How good are you at solving puzzles? (such as a Rubik’s cube, word puzzles, or putting together a jigsaw puzzle) I guess this depends on the puzzle, but I'm not exceptional at any.

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