i really am oh my god :c

Person A: *hiccups* *more hiccups*
Person C: woah, you should drink some water
Person A: *drinks water* I still feel.. *hiccups even more*
Person C: I got it. The element of surprise shall save you from your mis-
Person B: *kicks the door open* HEY YOU A! I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU SO MUCH AND I WILL LOVE YOU TILL THE END OF TIME AND I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK - I’M NOT LYING AT ALL, BEEN MEANING TO TELL YOU THIS, SORRY FOR BEING ABRUPT BUT I JUST REALLY - 
Person A: *falls to the floor*
Person C:
Person C:  oh my god, I think you just killed A

Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 4

a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me

oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)

characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER

warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])


Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous.
Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time.
As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.

my precious angel,

here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm

there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me

- J

I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah)

The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.

Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.

  “Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.

“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.

“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.

“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”

“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”

“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”

“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”

“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”

“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.

First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.

Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.

The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the  pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress. 

Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen. 

“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.

“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”

“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.

The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.

One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.

“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there. 

“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.

“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”

“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.

“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?” 

“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.

“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response. 

“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear: 

“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”

“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.

“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”

“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.

“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?” 

“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”

“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”

“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”

“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”

“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”

“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad. 

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”

“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”

“No, J.”

“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?

There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.

J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.

“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.

The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.

J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.

“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed. 

He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly.  His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another. 

“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him. 

“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms. 

Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper. 

“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.

“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.

“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane. 

Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.

“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his. 

His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered. 


a/n: oHMYGOD LETS ALL SIN TOGETHER SHALL WE

The Best Kind of Warmth

You’re really tiny but your crush is tall and it’s really cold one day at school. He gives you his jacket and you refuse, but he insists. You just walk around school covered in your crush’s scent all day long. Thank you so much ❤️

- @graciethebooknerdpjohoolove​

I hope this is kind of like what you wanted, and I hope that you have an amazing birthday (and that something like this happens).

Lots of Love xx

P.S. It felt so good to write again!

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Your POV

Waking up this morning, I snuggled up to my sheets and braced myself for the rush of cold I was about to endure. I muster up all the strength I can and push the sheets off me, exposing my previously-warm body to the chill of my bedroom. Stepping out of bed didn’t help either, as my feet made me wonder whether it was possible to get hypothermia that fast.

After a few seconds, I finally managed to get myself out of my room to take a nice, warm shower. However, I was hit with another wave of icy-cold air upon stepping out onto the floor mat. I managed to wrap myself in my towel long enough to make the next two minutes of getting dressed seem bearable, quickly put my makeup on, perfect my messy bun and head out of the house.

Three minutes in to my usual walk to school, it dawns on me that of all of the days I need it, I’ve left my jumper at home. Usually I would quickly run back home and get it, but today I’m already running late enough and I don’t want to miss my first class of the day - English.

I almost miss the final set of lights before I arrive at school, but a quick attempt at a sprint has me getting into the front gates a few minutes before the first bell goes.

By the time I get to the English classroom, I’m cooling off from the sweat that accumulated from my rushed journey to school, and discover that the exertion has warmed me up. Content with this realisation, I take my usual seat and get out the homework I had rushed late last night.

I really must work on my procrastination, but every time I tell myself to get the work done early, I end up finding some hilarious YouTube video and get trapped in that black hole for a couple of hours. Before I even realise what’s happened, it’s dark outside and I have two hours to get all of my homework done - or face the wrath of my teachers bad sides.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when I feel someone bump into me.

“Oh, sorry Y/N.”

It’s Y/C/N. God, that smile could make flowers grow.

“Don’t even worry about it.” I smile back, hoping that he can’t see the blush forming on my cheeks just because he looked at me. Ugh, the things that boy does to me.

He takes his regular seat a few seats away from me and I try my hardest to not let my jaw-dropping peripheral view distract me from what I’m sure is key content for the upcoming exams.

An hour and a half and ten pages of notes later, I’m exposed yet again to the harsh winter breeze that seems to be eternal. Just as my body realises where I am and my temperature plummets, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

Spinning around, I am met with none other than the Greek God-like face that belongs to Y/C/N.

“Hey, you look like you’re freezing,” he observes. His eyes scanning the goose bumps on my forearms. “Would you by any chance….”

I look up at him from the ground - where my eyes had been glued ever since I realised that his eyes were scanning my body.

“…like to borrow my jacket?” He asks, looking nervous and hell. I almost want to laugh because of the relief his being nervous gives me. It’s nice to see that even Greek Gods get nervous sometimes.

“Umm,” I begin, completely unsure of what the right answer is. “It’s okay, I wouldn’t want you to have to tolerate this cold. Especially since you were smart enough to actually bring something to keep you warm.”

“I insist.” He states, much more confidently I might add. “Pretty girls shouldn’t have to deal with the cold anyway.”

I blush. This time not minding so much since it’s already kind of increasing the warmth on my face.

He puts his books down and takes off his jacket. I try not to faint from the hint of abs I see under his shirt as he does so.

He then holds out the jacket, and I take this opportunity to put my books down as well. I turn back around and guide my arms through the sleeves. Grateful, I thank him one more time, to which he responds. “Anytime, it looks better on you anyway.”

I blush once more, thinking about how much of a workout my cheeks are getting from this surreal encounter.

He grabs his books, and as he turns to leave says, “I hope to see you around.”

I nod and once he’s out of earshot, I whisper, “Me too.”

The warmth of his jacket, and the hint of his scent that comes with it are enough to keep a beaming smile on my face for the rest of the day, and I can’t help but think that wearing his jacket feels so right.

the walking dead starters ( season 7 episode 1.)

( also known as the meme that will destroy your soul. or as the meme where 98% is negan quotes.!!! SPOILER ALERT !!! IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED FIRST EP OF SEASON 7 YET !!!

  • “ what? was the joke that bad?”
  • “ i’m gonna kill you.”
  • “ what? i didn’t quite catch that. you’re gonna have to speak up.”
  • “ not today. not tomorrow… but i’m gonna kill you.”
  • “ well, we can just turn these people inside out, won’t we? i mean, the one’s that are left.”
  • “ let’s go for a ride.”
  • “ wow, what a piece of shit!”
  • “ ‘i’m gonna kill you’ - are you kiddin’ me?”
  • “ did you see what just happened, what i just did?”
  • “ your best chance is to stand up, grab that ax, and drive it through the back of my head.”
  • “ keep actin’ tough.”
  • “ go ahead. grab the damn ax.”
  • “ drop it.”
  • “ don’t make me get up again.”
  • “ well, look at that. dawn is breakin’. it’s a brand-new day.”
  • “ i want you to think about what could’ve happened. think about what happened. and think about what can still happen.”
  • “ that remind you of anybody you know?”
  • “ you are mine.”
  • “ let’s be friends.”
  • “ no. doesn’t work like that, ___. not anymore.”
  • “ think about what happened.”
  • “ i simply cannot decide.”
  • “ i got an idea. eenie… meenie… miney….”
  • “ you can breathe. you can blink. you can cry. hell, you’re all gonna be doin’ that.”
  • “ oh! look at that! taking it like a CHAMP!”
  • “ suck. my. nuts.”
  • “ did you hear that?”
  • “ oh, my goodness! look at this!”
  • “ sweetheart, lay your eyes on this.”
  • “ oh damn… were you– were you together?”
  • “ that sucks.”
  • “ you should know, there was a reason for all this.”
  • “ he just took one, or six or seven for the team!”
  • “ so take a damn look.”
  • “ take a damn look!”
  • “ that? oh, my! that. that is a no-no.”
  • “ that whole thing, not one bit of that shit flies here.”
  • “ do you want me to do it?”
  • “ no, you don’t kill them… not until you try a little.”
  • “ that’s not how it works.”
  • “ now, i already told you, first one’s free, then – what’d i say?”
  • “ i said i would shut that shit down! no exceptions.”
  • “ now, i don’t know what kind of lying assholes you’ve been dealing with, but i’m a man of my word.”
  • “ first impressions are important.”
  • “ i need you to know me.”
  • “ buddy, you still there?”
  • “ i just don’t know. it seems like you’re trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit!”
  • “ -and it is gross as shit!”
  • “ oh… oh, hell, i can see this is hard on you.”
  • “ i am sorry. i truly am. but i did say it; no exceptions!”
  • “ you bunch of pussies. i’m just gettin’ started.”
  • “ she is a vampire bat.”
  • “ people died, ___. it’s what happened. doesn’t mean the rest of ’em have to.”
  • “ i thought you were the guy, ___. maybe you’re not.”
  • “ we’ll give it one more go. now i really want you to try this time.”
  • “ last chance.”
  • “ clock is ticking, ___! think about what could still happen.”
  • “ we’re here, prick.”
  • “ this must be hard for you, right?”
  • “ i mean, you have been king shit for so long.”
  • “ that is some screwed up shit!”
  • “ you were in charge. hell, you were probably addicted to it.”
  • “ you can still lead a nice, productive life, producing for me.”
  • “ i think you’re gonna need it. i just got a feelin’. so take it.”
  • “ speak when you’re spoken to!”
  • “ the way that you looked at me, i wanted to change that.”
  • “ i wanted you to understand. but you’re still looking at me the same damn way.”
  • “ do i give you another chance?”
  • “ and here it is, the grand-prize game.”
  • “ what you do next will decide whether you crap day becomes everyone’s last crap day, or just another crap day.”
  • “ you a south-paw?”
  • “ am i a what?”
  • “ that hurt? should. it’s supposed to.”
  • “ get down on the ground. spread them wings!”
  • “ you got a pen?”
  • “ sorry, kid.”
  • “ please, please. please don’t.”
  • “ please don’t.”
  • “ me? i ain’t doin’ shit.”
  • “ now, i know- i know, you’re gonna have to process that for a second. still though, i’m gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die.”
  • “ i’m gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it.”
  • “ you- you don’t have to do this.”
  • “ now, i know this is a screwed-up thing to ask.”
  • “ it can- it can- it can be me. it can be me. y-you can do it to me.”
  • “ i c- i can go with- with you.”
  • “ no. this is the only way.”
  • “ not making a decision is a BIG decision.”
  • “ you really want to see all these people die? you will. you will see every. ugly. thing.”
  • “ oh, my god. are you gonna make me count?”
  • “ okay, you win. i am counting. three!”
  • “ please! please! it can be me! please!”
  • “ please, don’t do- ah… ahhh!”
  • “ just do it.”
  • “ you answer to me. you provide for me. you belong to me. right?”
  • “ that is the look i wanted to see.”
  • “ we did it. all of us, together. even the dead guys on the ground. hell, they get the spirit award, for sure!”
  • “ today was a productive damn day!”
  • “ now, i hope, for all your sake, that you get it now… that you understand how things work.”
  • “ things have changed.”
  • “ whatever you had going for you, that is over now.”
  • “ he’s got guts. not a little bitch like someone i know.”
  • “ i like him. he’s mine now.”
  • “ but you still wanna try something, i will cut pieces off of… hell’s his name?”
  • “ wow, that actually sounds right.”
  • “ i will cut pieces off of ___ and put them on your doorstep - or better yet,  i will bring ___ to you and have you do it for me.”
  • “ welcome to a brand-new beginning, you sorry shits!”
  • “ you need to sit down.”
  • “ you need to go get ready. to fight them.”
  • “ we would die, all of us.”
  • “ go home. take everybody with you. i can get there by myself.”
  • “ you can barely stand up.”
  • “ you were out– out here for me.”
  • “ i can make it now, i need you to go back, i can’t have you out here.”
  • “ we’re not letting you go, okay?”
  • “ it’s not gonna happen.”
  • “ i’m not giving you a choice.”
  • “ i need to do this, please.”
  • “ i got it.”
  • “ pl- pl- please let us.”
  • “ he- he’s out family t- he’s our family, too.”

*rolls around quietly on Isabela, Merrill and Anders feelings*

I just

Merrill is so good and she has such a good heart?

And she wants so desperately to save this one relic of what the Dalish used to be

And she’s willing to take her own risks and pay her own prices and she knows damn well what she’s gotten herself into

And she tries so hard and just can’t predict how the others will react. 

And she makes mistakes because of it and she still believes in second chances and in people and she’s so kind to Anders and Fenris even when they’re awful to her, because she believes in them and she knows what they’ve come through.

And so much has gone wrong for her but she still sees the beauty in everything.

And Isabela! Isabela who believes in freedom and has been through so much. Isabela who closes off, trying to protect herself, because she’s seen what happens when you don’t

Isabela who knows who she is and who embraces her mistakes and who fucks and drinks and fights and will not fucking be shamed for any of it (and shouldn’t be) and who believes in finding your own way and making your own decisions

(And who is goddamn hilarious too like oh my god, I have so much fun with her and my purple Hawkes. Like I don’t rival b/c it comes off as like super judgey of her choices to me and I am not about that but there are some definite lines with really unclear summaries that have caused reloads and while it can’t be in my canon b/c it gets like ridic amounts of rivalry I can’t stop fucking laughing at “I always knew you had a heart of gold. We just have to dig it out and sell it.” Because I mean, she does have a heart of gold, she really does, she is good and she is kind and she’s had to do some terrible things to survive for which I do not judge her but she hasn’t let any of it steal away that good heart)

And she’s slow to love and slow to trust for good reasons but goddammit if you stand by her she will stand the fuck by you in the end. She can’t help it, not even when she knows this book in her arms could buy her freedom

(And her interactions with Merrill oh my god. Literally the only Companion I can think of who I have never once wanted to smack upside the head over at least one potential line about Merrill and just. ‘Because you have a good heart and you deserve better’ and she treats Merrill like a fucking adult, because she is, and she’s the only fucking one to walk up Sundermount with you and Merrill in the end and ask “Are you sure?” but support her no matter what.)

And Anders. Anders. I mean we all know how much I love him but I just.

Anders the runaway, Anders the rebel, Anders the symbol of revolution. 

Anders in Awakening the ‘not nearly as selfish as he likes to think’, seizing his chance at freedom again and again but when you let him go he comes back to fight darkspawn with you, no matter the risk. Who speaks up if you decide to burn Amaranthine, who plays at cowardice and self preservation and hides his pain with bad jokes and who knows how fragile his position is and how few people get to run away as many times as he has, who knows from a fucking year in that cell with no one but a cat what they have already done to him. 

Who banters with Justice about the impossibility of more rebellion than this. Who comes to wonder if he really can do something, who sees that the Templars will never stop coming after him, who is so fucking angry at what has been done, to him and to Circle mages everywhere.

Anders who sets up a Clinic in Darktown, who loses the man he thought he could run away with, who is bright and bitter and jagged at the edges, who is mentally ill in unpretty ways and who I don’t always agree with but goddammit who burns with passion and belief and love brighter than any sun and who does not has not will never submit.

And I love them all so fucking much.

  • 2p Italy *wearing 2p Germany's shirt* Hey Lutz~♡
  • 2p Germany: Oh my God am I dreaming?
  • 2p Italy: I know that I am dreamy~ Come here~
  • 2p Germany: Really, is going to be so sad when I woke up. Amazing.
  • 2p Italy: I told you this is real~ Now come here and make reality even better
  • 2p Germany: I hope I am not dreaming in the meeting, I don't wanna wake up with a boner in there.
  • 2p Italy: Goddamit Lutz, stop.
  • 2p Germany: C'mon dream Luci, you didn't hear anything.
  • 2p Italy: You know what? Go to hell! *goes*
  • 2p Germany: Hahaha now it is a good moment to wake up. Any moment now. Any moment...

anonymous asked:

Who else do you two play Uno together with?

Whoever is willing and in the vicinity.

GO FISH!!!! I SCORE A TRY!!!!

I don’t think, um-

wes playing UNO, not U!! stupide fish!!!!

Can it, fluffybutt, it was a joke!!!!

I thought it was hilarious.

See!! Chara gets me!!

fittings! it’s a PAIRUV FOOLZ!!!

Oh my god, shut up!!!

Hey, you okay, Asriel?

Oh, uh, ahahaaa of course! 

It was just…very loud. A loud joke, I mean. 

I’m just not really used to so many people.

Neither am I. But do not worry. They are safe people.

Sorry, volume control isn’t my forte!!! But I’ll try to tone it down, just for you.

It’s REALLY LIBERATING, though. 

Wanna give it a try? Come on, SCREAM YOUR HEART OUT!!!!!

Um. Oh, golly, OK. I’ll give it a shot.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Hey, don’t leave me out!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

NGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!

TOO MANY SHOUTINGS!!!!!

W-what’s going on up here?

WE’RE SCREAMING!!!!!!

Oh!

C-can I join in?

Absolutely.

G-great!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

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still really want lesbian Love Square, just, yes please. Ladybug being like “stay safe, pretty girl” at Adrienne Agreste while internally SCREAMING at herself and Marinette fucking SWOONING every time Adrienne does another ad wearing some glitzed-to-fuck gown that she would a) kill to wear herself, b) kill to have designed, c) kill to get to take OFF her AHHHHH SHE DIDN’T MEAN TO THINK THAT PART OH GOD ALYA HEEEELP 

Alya’s like “omg my precious bb I have no idea why you think I am going to be any help here at ALL but ok let’s go talk to Rose and Juleka, THEY’LL know how to hit on girls” 

Rose and Juleka do not know how to hit on girls. Rose is politely confused as to why they think they would? (Juleka is silently dyyyyyyying) 

Alya: TO THE INTERNET 

literally everyone else: NOT THE INTERNET 

Alya: the internet was the wrong choice 

ALSO WHO HERE HAS FEELINGS ABOUT CHAT NOIR BEING DELIGHTED TO HAVE THE FREEDOM TO HIT ON GIRLS ALL SHE WANTS?? SHE WILL HIT ON LADYBUG. SHE WILL HIT ON MARINETTE FROM HER CLASS. SHE WOULD PROBABLY HIT ON ALYA TOO BUT NINO ALREADY EXPLAINED THE BRO CODE AND IT SEEMS IMPORTANT?? 

also if her father asks Nino is definitely her very supportive boyfriend with excellent grades and a promising future in the music industry who does not say “dude” every two words, okay, PLEASE NINO PLEASE GO ALONG WITH THIS FOR ME, SIS CODE ME HERE 

You’re Negan’s daughter? // part 2

Words: 1911
Carl x reader
The walking dead

Part 1 / part 3 ./ part 4 / part 5

We are driving for a while before the RV stops. I give the man, ‘Eugene’ a sad look as he steps out. 
“princess you shouldn’t feel sorry for these people, they hurt daddy” he pouts trying to make me laugh but I just shake my head turning to my book. He sighs and goes to scold me presumably but there is a knock on the side of the RV. “don’t  come out unless I tell you too got it?” he sighs. I nod with a roll of my eyes. He steps out and I see him waltzing around. 

“pissing our pants yet?” he pauses. “boy do I have a feeling we’re getting close… yeah, gonna be pee-pee pants city here soon. Which one of you pricks is the leader?” he asks. 
“it’s this one” someone calls out. 
“Hi, you’re Rick, right? I’m Negan and I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also when I send my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool, Not cool, you have no idea how not cool that shit is but I think you’ll be up to speed shortly. yeah, you are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes. yes, you are. you see Rick whatever you do, no matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order, the new world order is this and it’s really very simple, so even if your stupid which you very well may be you can understand/ you ready? here goes, pay attention.” he pauses to point the bat at Rick. He bends down closer to him. “give me your shit, or I will kill you. Today was career day, we invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now, you have shit you give it to me that is your job. Now I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow but swallow it, you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But, the word is out, you are not safe. Not even close. In fact you are pegged more pegged if you don’t do what I want and what I want is half your shit. And if that is too much you can make, fight or steal more and it will even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now, the more you fight back, the harder it will be. So if someone knocks on your door, you let us in, we own that door. You try to stop us and we will knock it down.You understand? What? No answer? You don’t really think that you are going to get through this without being punished now did you? I don’t want to kill you people, I want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me. You can’t do that if you’re dead, now can you. But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them, more than I am conformable with and for that you have got to pay.So now, I am going to beat the holy hell out of one of you. This, this is Lucille and she is awesome. All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honour.” He finishes and walks to a ginger haired man. “huh, got to shave this shit” He walks over to a boy who I can’t see as he’s standing in front of him. 

“You have got one of our guns. You have got a lot of our guns. shit kid, lighten up at least cry a little.” he laughs. He then stands up and walks over to a woman with short hair, she is sweating and looks really ill. 

 “Jesus, you look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery right now.” he says and someone immediately jumps up shouting ‘no’ “Get him back in line.Alright listen, don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First ones free, it’s an emotional moment, I get it. Sucks don’t it. The moment you realize you don’t know shit.” he talks to the  Rick again. 

“This is your kid ain’t it. This is definitely your kid.” he chuckles.
“stop this” Rick shouts back. 
“Do you not make me kill the little future serial killer, don’t make it easier on me. I have got to pick somebody. Everybody’ s at the table waiting for me to order.” he starts whistling and I look closer to the boy and gasp, it’s Carl. “I simply cannot decide. I got an idea. Eeny, meeny, miny, mo, catch a tiger by his toe, if he hollers, let him go, my mother told me to pick the very best one, and you are it. Anybody moves, anybody says anything cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry, hell you are all going to be doing that.” he says and then starts beating someone with Lucille. I jump up and run out of the RV screaming ‘no’, he doesn’t stop and Simon holds onto me as I fall to the floor not that far away from the line of people but I am facing them. 
“ohhhh, taking it like a champ.” My dad continues to beat the person and they are all crying. Even I was, this was an innocent person.

“y/n?” Carl whispers and I look at him pathetically. That catches my dad’s attention. 
“hey little serial killer, how do you know my daughter?” he asks pointing the bloody bat in his face. His eyes flicker to mine. 
“daughter” he mumbles. I sob. 
“I’m sorry” I cry out squirming against the person holding me in place. I tune everything out, he ends up beating another person to death and then taking Rick on a little joy ride. I focus again when he addresses Carl. 

“ Kid… Right here. Kid…now. “ Carl stand up. ”You a southpaw?”
“Am I a what?” Carl grits. 
“You a lefty?”
“No.”
“Good.” my dad puts a belt on his arm and my face drains of colour.
“That hurt?”
“No.”
“Should. It’s supposed to. All right. Get down on the ground, kid, next to Daddy. Spread them wings.” Carl lies down. “Simon… you got a pen? Yeah. Sorry, kid. This is gonna be as cold as a warlock’s ballsack, just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it right across the forearm.” he says with a pen in his mouth, he draws a straight line on Carls’ forearm, Carl glance at me and tears are streaming down my face. “There you go. Gives you a little leverage.” my dad cheers.
“Please. Please. Please don’t. Please don’t.” Rick stutters.
“Me?“ my dad chuckles. “I ain’t doing shit. Ahh. Rick, I want you to take your axe… cut your son’s left arm off, right on that line. Now, I know – I know. You’re gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though, I’m gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then Carl dies, then the people back home die… and then you, eventually. I’m gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it.” he laughs but a woman interrupts him. 
"You – You don’t have to do this. We understand. We understand.” she stutters. 
“You understand. Yeah. I’m not sure that Rick does. I’m gonna need a clean cut right there on that line. Now, I know this is a screwed-up thing to ask, but it’s gonna have to be like a salami slice – nothing messy, clean, 45 degrees – give us something to fold over. We got a great doctor. The kid’ll be fine. Probably.” I let out a sob and my dad looks at me confused. “Rick… this needs to happen now – chop, chop – or I will crush the little fella’s skull myself.” he sighs.
“It can – It can – It can be me. It can be me. W-W-” Rick sniffles. “Y-You can do it to me. I c– I can go with – with you.” he stutters. 
“No. This is the only way. Rick… pick up the axe. Not making a decision is a big decision. You really want to see all these people die? You will. You will see every ugly thing.”Rick makes no movement. “Oh, my God. Are you gonna make me count? Okay, Rick. You win. I am counting. 3!”
“‭Please. Please. It can be me. Please!” Rick cries and gasps.
“2!” Negan yells. 
“Please, don’t do This is it. Aaah!” he continues to sob.
“1.” Negan says more calmly. Rick picks up the axe and holds carl’s hand.
“Dad… just do it. Just do it.” Carl whispers. Rick sobs bringing the axe up.
“No” I scream and thrash against Simon. “please, no, Carl” I sob hyperventilating in Simon’s hold, my dad sends me a death glare but I ignore him focusing on Carl, we stare into each others eyes as he accepts his fate. All of a sudden Negan bends down next to Rick. 
“ Rick.You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right? Speak when you’re spoken to! You answer to me. You provide for me.”Negan spits.
“Provide for you.” Rick exhales. 
“You belong to me, right?!” Negan yells. 
“Right.” Rick whimpers. 
“Right. That… is the look I wanted to see. We did it… all of us, together… even the dead guys on the ground. Hell, they get the spirit award, for sure.Today was a productive damn day! Now, I hope, for all your sake… that you get it now… that you understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you… that is over now, load him up” he says to Dwight pointing at the redneck man. He starts talking again but I tune him out again sitting on the floor, on my knees, heaving and rocking back and forth. I reach out for Carls hand and he just stares at me. I notice the confused stares from the people in his group and from a lot of the saviours but ignore it. 

My dad finishes with everyone and yanks me up by my arm. I thrash against him but he drags me away. I stare at all the poor people and see them looking at me sadly through their mourning. I take one last glance at Carl before I’m pushed into a car. 

“now what the hell was that” my dad grits. 
“you killed them men” I huff. 
“that boy? Carl, how do you know him?” he seethes. 
“I met him in the woods” I sigh. He exhales loudly. 
“I told you to stop going out there alone.” he spits. I shrug my shoulders and look away, the drive ‘home’ is silent and when we reach the sanctuary I head straight to bed laying down. 

jheartseok  asked:

i'm so glad you had a good time hehe ♡ :') also i read your tae greek god drabble when you were gone and omg im still crying;; ily ivory breaker of hearts

Ave, oh my god, I can hardly explain it. It really was such an amazing time, I truly do not think I have ever experienced such an incredible night in my life (no, I swear I am not tearing up right now asdfgh). Also, thank you so much, my darling!! C’mere and let me put your heart back together w my love!!!

{PART 1} Being on a reality T.V show with GOT7 & BTS

Pairing: Jaebum x You (featuring members of GOT7 and BTS)

Rating: Fluff/Drama/PG

Summary: You are the leader of a very popular idol girl group. You are taking part in Koreas version of “Big Brother” where you will live with GOT7 and BTS for three months. You start to get close to Jaebum, GOT7′s leader. What will happen?

FAIR WARNING: This was the very first scenario/piece of writing that I uploaded to my blog in Feb 2016. It sucks. You’ve been warned.

{PART 1} {PART 2}

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“I don’t see why we should have to do this, it’s so troublesome!”

After arriving at your companies building this morning, the 5 of you were called into your manager’s office.
“I know it seems like it’s going to be a huge inconvenience, but you should at least give it a try now that you are able to participate in more variety shows! Don’t you think so, Y/N?”

Since you were the leader of your group, SUGARCREAM, most decisions were always left for you to decide. Usually, this was a good thing in your opinion, but in this case…
“Um, well…I’m not so sure to be honest…3 months living with 3 other groups sounds like it could be a heavy task.”

Your group SUGARCREAM had just finished making your second comeback, and this year your manager has scheduled a lot of variety shows and other activities such as solo tracks and appearances. At first, you all thought it was a great idea; being able to have less jam packed schedule.

“What’s the show called again?” asked your member, best friend and trustworthy advisor, Hyemi.
“Idol Big Brother!” your manager exclaimed a little too over excitedly.
You inwardly groaned at this.

Since you were currently the only western idol in Korea to be from a non Asian country, you knew exactly what “Big Brother” was. A stupid T.V/Reality show where all different kinds of people were made to live together for a certain period of time, and each week, the general public would be able to “vote” for a person whom they didn’t like out of the house. The show also included many group tasks and secret, hidden and personal tasks for certain contestants. At the end of the show, there would just be 3 people left. 3rd place, runner up, and the winner.

“What do you say girls? Hmm? Come on! At least give it a chance. You never know, it could be fun!”

“I think it could be an interesting experience~!” your groups youngest, Eunyoung whisper-shouted, looking at you with hopeful eyes. She was so impressionable sometimes.

“I suppose we could give it a try” said Sunhi, the lead rapper of your group. Sunhi was always an optimist, always trying to see the “good” in the “bad”.

Your other group member, Mina, who was currently more interested her phone just nodded and agreed with the other members.

You let out a deep, long sigh.
“Ugh….okay. You girls are going to be the death of me, you know that right?”
They all smiled in unison as you began to go through a LOT of paper work with your manager.


Over the next few weeks, you all began to prepare to move into the “house” that you would be calling home for the next 3 months. None of you knew who the other groups were going to be, as everyone involved was made to sign a contract stating that they wouldn’t talk about their involvement in the show until after the show was finished airing. This was just to keep things a secret and more interesting for the public. Many rumours had started to sweep the internet, with lots of eager fans impatiently waiting for the idols to be revealed.
It was finally do day.

The ride to the “house” wasn’t long at all and only took around 25 minutes (including traffic) to get there in your groups big black Land Rover with tinted windows.
Once you had arrived, each of you stepped out with your luggage and took a good look at your surroundings. The building itself was nothing special to look at from the outside, it basically just looked like a normal, grey factory building, with large wire fences surrounding the perimeter.

“It looks like a damn prison” Hyemi chuckled as she linked her arm around yours.

“You alright?” she asked, observing the obvious look of sheer terror on your face.

“My stomachs tied in knots” you said quietly as to not let the other girls hear the anxiety in your voice. But you could always show your true feelings to Hyemi. You really didn’t want to be here at this point. It was unfamiliar and strange.

“Oh come on (Y/N)!” Sunhi bellowed as she nearly knocked into you with her suitcase. “Cheer up! We’re all together. Think of it like a small holiday, but we just have to….. to share it with lots of other people!”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better, you dork” you playfully punched Sunhi’s arm while she dramatically faked falling to the ground.

“I’m just pissed that we can’t have our phones on us in there. If I had of known that, I would never have signed up for this” Mina grumbled as she walked to your side.

“Actually, they did tell us that we wouldn’t be able to use our phones, but I think you were too busy playing on your phone to notice…” said Eunyoung most sincerely.
The 5 of you burst out laughing. “Come on then!” you said as you linked arms with Mina and Hyemi, the other 2 girls following suit. “Let’s get this party started then, shall we ladies?” A group of handlers and set helpers met you at the entrance door around the back and proceeded to assist the 5 of you with your luggage.


You and your group were instructed that before you get to meet the 3 other groups, you each would have a small 5-10 minute interview. You were forewarned that some of these questions may seem very personal and invasive, and if you weren’t okay with the nature of the question, it was alright to request for it to be cut from the tape. “Pfft, what kind of show are they running here?” you thought to yourself as you were getting all mic-d up and instruction after instruction being delivered to you all.

It was finally time. Since you were the leader, you had your interview first.
Interviews never really bothered you too much. Usually, it was the same questions about being a westerner in Korea, you ability to speak multiple languages, the fact that you were actually an amazing singer and dancer was also talked about quite a lot. So you weren’t feeling too uncomfortable about anything. Yet…
“Alright Miss (Y/N), please come this way” a tall young woman smiled at you as she lead you through a door saying “Diary Room”.
“This room is where ‘Big Brother’ will interview you!” she said as she ushered you to sit down in a big, beautiful, luxurious red chair with gold trimmings on the side. The room itself was painted black, and quite small in size, but not small enough to make you feel uncomfortable. It was just the chair and a large camera places a few feet away from it.

She pointed to the camera “Meet Big Brother! He’s not actually a real person of course, but it ties into the concept of the show. Throughout your time here, you and the other contestants will be called into this room and you will be asked questions about the other members and your feelings, and you vent them to Big Brother, you know?” she asked smiling gleefully at you.
Of course, you already knew all of this having watched show many times when you still lived back home, but you nodded and told her you understood anyway.

“Okay! That’s you ready then. Once I leave the room, Big Brother will instruct you from there!” she noticed that you looked a little scared and uneasy. “Don’t worry, we’ll be watching the entire time, you’re not really alone Miss (Y/N)” she smiled warmly and it made you feel a lot less anxious.
She turned on her heal, and closed the door.

Silence


For around 10 long and painful seconds, you were completely engulfed by dead silence.

Next thing you knew, a green light appeared on the camera directly in front of you, and an unknown males voice began to speak.

“Hello (Y/N). This is Big Brother, it’s nice to meet you.”

You hesitated for a second, wondering if you should answer the strange voice.
“Uh…Hi…um…yeah, it’s nice to meet you too….Big Brother…” you cringed ever so slightly.

“Don’t be scared (Y/N) . Just talk to me as if I were your actual big brother or a close friend. So, let’s begin shall we?”

You sat up a little and started folding out the nonexistent creases in your pants. “Uh, sure. Let’s get started”.

“Excellent! So, what makes this important is the information you give to us here may be used to show the other contestants in the house, as well as the public viewers. If you are ever called to The Diary Room for a challenge in the future, you could be given a challenge to do involving another person in the house, in which case, you will view their video also. Understand?”

You swallowed hard. It was a little embarrassing to say the least, but what could you do?

“Yeah, I understand” you replied ever so formally.
“Alright Miss (Y/N) . So, if you could just state your name, age, where you’re from, and just a few details about you to begin with.”

You took a deep breath in and out, and began.

“Uhhhh hello, my name is (Y/N) and I am the leader of SUGARCREAM. I’m 20 years old and I’m from (Y/C). I’m 164cm and my favourite food is ramen….uhhh…my native language is English, but I can also speak Korean, Japanese, Mandarin and Spanish. I love learning languages a lot and it helps me to communicate better with people. Thank you”

“Oh god that was painful and cheesy” you thought to yourself.


“Okay perfect (Y/N) ! Now, one more question. Could you describe your ideal type?”

“Typical, they’re jumping straight into this? Just fucking typical”


You smiled, and began slowly. “Ah, well, I don’t really have an ideal type because, well…actually I’ve never had a boyfriend nor have I ever even been kissed properly…but I guess that my ideal type is a guy who is funny, caring and has a beautiful smile~”

Sadly, this was true. You had never ever been kissed. Not because you were ugly or anything like that, you were a very beautiful and charming girl, and you had lots of chances in the past. But you were always busy with your career, practice, group, studies…you never had time to be a normal teenager and do normal teenage activities.

“Okay (Y/N) , thank you very much. It was nice getting to know you. Please exit through the door on your left into The Big Brother House. The other groups are already settled in, so please go and do your best!”

You nodded and got up off the chair. As you put your hand on the door, your heart started to beat faster and faster. The moment of truth had come. Who were you going to be spending the next 3 months with?

You opened the door to a brightly lit room and you were met by 19 other faces you recognized immediately.

14 boys, 7 of which belonging to GOT7, the other 7 belonging to BTS stood clapping and smiling at you.

5 other girls in another girl group called M!RROR also doing the same thing.

“Things are about to get very interesting”  you thought to yourself, and you put a smile on your face and closed the door behind you.

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That’s the end of part 1! Let me know what you guys think. Part 2 will be added in a few days but I just wanted to see how this would fair out. Please don’t hesitate to request a scenario, reaction, or even just give me some criticism on this piece! I welcome it with open arms. Thank you~


Sara

Unspoken crushes

Request : can I request a fic where the reader and Remus are close friends and she suspects he likes someone so she keeps teasing him about it and trying to find out who it is and after weeks of bugging he tells her that its her and she’s shocked and he takes it bad so she organizes a secret date for them and its super fluffy? - @marauderobsessed A/N: I changed the request a little bit, I hope that’s okay. (Y/N) your name (Y/L/N) your last name (Y/H/C) your hair color (Y/E/C) your eye color (Y/H) your house °° You tugged on the waistband of your short black skirt, tucking the tail of your white button down in quickly. You rushed to get ready, not wanting to miss your first transfiguration class of the year.  Tossing your (y/h/c) hair up, you darted down the stairs to the (y/h) common room and darting into the hallway. “C'mon, c'mon,” you muttered, walking as fast as you could without technically running.  The last thing you needed was to be stopped by Filch. Rounding the corner, you broke out into a large smile as you noticed your best friend Remus Lupin waiting for you in the corridor. He was glancing at his watch, seeming to be bouncing impatiently when he looked up and his eyes met yours. “You’re gonna make me late dork,” he teased, running a hand nervously through his hair as you approached him. “Worried you’ll miss out on the chance to talk to that crush you’ve got before class?” You retorted, smirking as you watched the blush on his cheeks deepen and ignoring the warm feeling rising in your chest. “I don’t have a crush on anyone,” he lied, looking down at his shoes as the two of you walked to class. “Oh sure, you’re just extremely cold in the middle of the hottest September we have ever seen and that’s why your cheeks are as red as a bum that’s just been thoroughly spanked,” you laughed, jumping in fright as you felt someone press up behind you. “You into that (y/l/n),” Lucius Malfoy whispered into your ear, twirling a strand of your (y/h/c) hair between his slender fingers. “Get your bloody hands off her Malfoy,” Remus growled from beside you, gripping your waist tightly and pulling you securely beside him. “Watch yourself mongrel, wouldn’t want to have to put you down would we?” Lucius sneered, raising his wand threateningly. You instantly raised your wand, shoving your body in front of Remus as you try to shield him from whatever Malfoy was planning. Remus sighed from behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder and trying to pull you back behind him. You threw him a  confused look over your shoulder, standing your ground. “I’m not moving Remus, if he wants to hurt you he’s going to have to go through me and we both know he isn’t capable of that,” you snapped, turning your attention back to Lucius with a hard glare. You smirked slightly when you noticed him shaking. “I can handle it love, don’t worry,” he assured you, smiling down at you softly before abruptly connecting his fist with Lucius face. “Don’t touch her again.” The two of you walked away, leaving Malfoy’s goons to clean up the fallen blonde. As you reached the transfiguration classroom, you realized you had been holding hands the entire time. You began to ask Remus what was wrong when he suddenly let go, looking away from you, but you were interrupted by McGonagall walking in. Another time then. You walked into the Gryffindor common room, throwing yourself down onto the couch beside Remus with a huff. You pulled at your (y/h) tie, loosening it as Remus gave you an amused look which you met with a half hearted glare. It had been three days since the incident, as you had begun to refer to it, and Remus was still adamant in keeping the name of his crush to himself. He wouldnt even tell you what house she was in. “Remus,” you whined, laying your head onto his lap as you looked up at him. “I’m not telling you (y/n),” Remus laughed, playing with your hair instinctively. “Will you at least give me yes or no if I say a name or house or something?” You begged, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. You smiled as you watched him crumble, mentally thanking Sirius for teaching you. “Great, so girl or boy?” “She is very much a woman I assure you,” Remus beamed, muttering under his breath after. “What was that?” You quizzed, poking his thigh with your pinky. “Just shocked you remember I’m bisexual is all,” he replied, giving you a warm smile. “Of course I’d remember, I’m your best friend, and you know this so tell me what you really said Mr. Lupin,” you retorted, raising a single eye brow at him as if challenging him to lie to you again. “Okay fine, if I tell you what house she’s in will you drop it for today?” He gulped, his hands no longer playing with her hair. “Hey, you don’t have to tell me anything if you really don’t want to, you know that,” you assured, sitting up and turning your body to face him. “I’m just teasing you a bit, this is your crush not mine, I have no right to be pestering you like this.” “No (y/n) its okay, I know you don’t mean any harm by it,” he soothed, taking a deep breath. “She’s a (y/h).” “Oh do I know her?” You stammered, ignoring the bad feeling in your gut. “Wait sorry I said I would drop it. Thanks for telling me that, at least. Very much narrows it down.” “Oh god, help me.” By Saturday, you had grown restless and Remus, well Remus was avoiding you to the best of his abilities. You wandered the castle corridors searching for him, as you had all day. You had ran into the other marauder’s earlier in the day but Remus had not been with them. You smiled brightly as you caught sight of the familiar curly haired boy leaning against the tree near the black lake with a book in his hands, which was being ignored as his golden eyes watched the lake. You made your way towards him, deciding not to mention his crush. It was obvious that was why he had been avoiding you for nearly two days, not that you blamed him. No one enjoys being questioned continuously about something personal like a crush, and you missed your best friend. Over the time without him, you had quickly come to realize how you felt about him. You loved him, but you weren’t going to tell him, not with this crush he has. You weren’t going to ruin the friendship you two had so beautifully created over the past six years. “Hey Rem,” you gulped, shifting awkwardly on your feet as his head snapped up at the sound of your voice. “(Y/n)…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I -” “No Remus, just listen for a minute,” you interrupted, causing him to quickly clamp his mouth shut. “I shouldn’t have pushed, and it was dumb of me to get so invested in it I guess, I just get this weird feeling whenever  you start blushing or smile or anything really and then Sirius mentioned your crush and you wouldn’t tell me anything, and I just I got jealous I guess and I’m sorry.” “You were jealous?” He whispered, looking up at you. Your eyes widened in realization as you clamped a hand over your mouth. “Oh god, that’s not what I wanted to do, you like this girl some - some (y/h) and here I am essentially outing myself about my feelings for you and its going to ruin everything oh god I can’t lose you Remus you’re my best friend,” you rambled, tugging at your (y/h/c) hair roughly, pacing in front of him. “(Y/n) stop,” Remus mumbled, standing up and wrapping his arms around you. You sighed softly, leaning into his touch. “I’m sorry Remy,” you cried, hiding your face in his shirt. “I ruined everything, didn’t I?” “No, no hey shh, you’re okay love, we’re okay, you didn’t ruin anything,” he assured you, running his hand soothingly over your back as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “But that girl…” You whispered, knowing fully well how smitten Remus was with this mystery girl. You may not know who she was, but you know enough about him to know when he’s in love. “That girl, is you (y/n), I love you, I always have, it just took me a while to realize it,” Remus confessed, leaning back to look at your face as he felt you go rigged in his arms. “(Y/n)?” He asked, eyes scanning yours worriedly. He jumped in surprise as you surged forward pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. “I love you too Remus,” you confessed as you pulled back, leaning your head against his.

Originally posted by creepyscarythoughts

OTP Prompt

A and B are preteens, who still feel the magic and wonder of childhood, but are becoming adults. One day, after playing out in the snow, they come inside and sit on a fuzzy rug on the floor in front of a cozy fireplace, warming up, their noses and ears and fingers red and stinging.

“A, my hands huuuuurt!” B complains, rubbing their hands together. “It’s all your fault for suggesting we go outside.” B has a glint of joy in their eyes though, showing that they really did have fun.

“Suck it up, B. That was fun and you know it.” A rolls their eyes, and scoots a little closer to B, as if to continue the conversation better. “Are your hands alright though?”

“They’re tingly and cold, but I think they’ll survive.” B rests their hands on the carpet, petting it.

A casually reaches over and rests one of their hands on B’s. B looks at A. A is blushing and looking intently at the fire. A replies “What? It was my fault we went outside, right? Your hands got cold. Just trying to help.” B grins and moves up against A’s side, leaning on A’s side and resting their head on A’s shoulder.

They continue to gaze at the fire for a while, listening to the crackling. They steal glaces at each other, and accidentally make eye contact a few times, before blushing awkwardly and looking away.

“I-” They both start to say, at the same time. “You go-” They say again. B laughs awkwardly, then motions for A to speak.

“This is kinda awkward, B, but I like you.” A scratches the back of their neck and looks out the window, away from B. B hugs A’s arm.

“Like like?” B asks.

“Like like.” A confirms.

“Good, because I like like you, too.” The two look at each other for a while, and slowly lean in for their first kisses, both really nervous.

“HEY KIDDOS!” Shouts C, who is looking after them and has just entered the room. “Am I interrupting anything?” C asks with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, knowing very well that they’ve interrupted A and B. A turns bright red and hides their face in their hands.

“YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT, OH MY GOD. GO AWAY. YOU’RE EMBARRASSING.” B shouts. C just chuckles and walks away.
B gently removes A’s hands from their face, and kisses A on the nose, and then on the lips.

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PROFESSOR MAXIMOFF

Parts: 9/?

Word count: 2.4 K

Fandom: X-Men | Days of Future Past | Apocalypse.

Love interest: Peter/Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver.

Characters: Peter Maximoff | Anne Marie / Rogue | Bobby Drake / Iceman |

Warnings: Main character falls in love with Peter Maximoff, her music professor. | 12 year age gap | Swearing | Spanglish | Spanish | ANGST | Underage drinking | Alcohol

Notes:

At first this was going to be a Reader x Peter fanfic but it was really hard for me to do it so I created a main character, but you can imagine it’s you.

The story takes place in 1990.

I am really sorry if my English kinda sucks but it’s not my first language.

Feedback is always welcome.



I close my eyes and let out a scream filled with pain an sorrow when Peter dies in my arms, and then I feel everything freezing, when I open my eyes, I’m running towards Mystique, Peter’s frozen in his place and Psylocke will attack him in the next minute.

I can’t stop shivering, the feeling of holding Peter’s dead body in my arms is still haunting me, was it just a dream? This can’t be happening, this can’t fucking be happening.

Is this one of Psylocke’s mind tricks? My mutation doesn’t work like this.

And then I remember professor Xavier said I had precognition powers too.

Did I just predic Peter’s death? If so, there’s no fucking way I’m letting him die.

I have less than a minute before Psylocke attacks Peter, and I don’t waste any second, I run toward him like I’ve never ran before, pushing Peter onto the floor, facing Psylocke,  and then I feel the worst pain in my life as Psylocke’s energy blade pierces my rib, maybe my lung or stomach, I can feel the blade coming out of my back.


I can see my whole life flashing before my eyes -My childhood, vacations in Mexico, going to church with la abuela, eating pozole on September 15th, my parents hugging me every day before school, Nate and my friends back in Queens, my first day at Xavier’s, Peter stealing my Walkman, Peter singing along with me The Cure’s Lullaby, the Friday nights we spent together eating Twinkies with Vanilla coke, listening to music or just cuddling, Coney Island, the Cyclone, hot dogs by the beach and the pink dinosaur, the pain he caused in my heart when he left the school, becoming best friends with Anne, learning physics with Nightcrawler, seeing Peter after three months and the pain I felt in my heart as he died in my arms,-as fall into someones arms andthe pain finally blurrs my sight, the pain is unbearable, I can hear muffled voices screaming but I can’t understand what they’re saying, I struggle to fill my lungs with air but oh god, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I c-an’t breathe…

Originally posted by hospitalheaven

I open my eyes to bright white lights in a bright white ceiling,I can’t recognize where I am although I’m really sure it’s not heaven, maybe it’s the purgatory, I notice a needle in my right hand, IV lines connected to an IV bag that’s hanging from a pole, I can also hear a machine beeping next to me and there’s a cannula attached to my nose, delivering oxygen from a machine on the floor.

I’m in what seems to be a hospital room, that probably means I’m not dead which would probably mean at least a few of the X-Men survived the mission.

I try to sit on the bed but it’s imposible, the left side of my body aches, breathing hurts too, but less, I let out a soft cry and slowly rest my back against the pillow.

As my eyes begin to adjust to the lights, I recognize I’m not in the hospital, I’m in the Xavier’s nursery, I had been there a couple times in the past, mostly to get an aspirin when I got PMS-related headaches but it looks more sophisticated now, filled with machines you could only find in a hospital room.

The door opens and Anne enters carrying a coffee.

“Oh my god Zelda, you’re awake!” She screams, almost dropping her coffee, I offer her a shy smile.

“Hi Anne.” I say but my voice comes out as a whisper.

“Oh my god, let me go get McCoy and Xavier, I’ll be back.” She leaves the coffee on a table with books piled in it, next to a chair, I try my best to read the titles from the distance, To Kill a Mockingbird, Anna Karenina, The Scarlet Letter, Crime and Punishment, those are probably assigntments for Grey’s class.

Then it hits me, for how long have I’ve been gone? I begin to wonder as the professor, McCoy and a man I’ve only seen on tv a few times, in those flashback clips from the news to remember the day Mystique saved the president, it’s Magneto, Peter’s father, enter the room, I suppose Anne went back to our room.

“Zelda, we are glad to have you back.” The professor says, smiling politely.

“Hey thanks, but, how long have I’ve been gone?” I ask, I probably look like I’m going to faint any minute.

“Don’t worry, you’ve been asleep for two weeks, it’s Tuesday.” McCoy says, he has moved next to me and it’s taking notes from the machine that measures my blood pressure.

“Two weeks? Wow, that’s a lot.” I say, but at least I’m alive. “How is Raven? Is she alive?”

“Yes, even though the blades stabbed a great part of her body, they didn’t pierce any vital organ, she’s recovering in her room.” McCoy explains, I’m relieved, she’s alive too.

“I’m glad she’s okay, what about the others? What happened after Psylocke stabbed me?” I ask, sounding kind of desperate.

“You’re not strong enough for having a huge impression Zel, but we all survived, you were the only one who was critically injured, but you’re recovering well.”

“What happened? The last thing I remember is that Psylocke stabbed me.”

“Well, her energy blade pierced your left lung, that kind of wound it’s really delicate but you weren’t stabbed by a normal blade, that’s why it’s been taking too long to heal.”

As Hank explains me what are the consequences on  my body, I can see the professor talking to Magneto in the corner, when Hank finishes talking, they approach the bed.

“Zelda, you may not know him.” Xavier says, “He’s Erik Lehnsherr, and old friend.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” I say, smiling shyly, “You’re professor Maximoff’s father.”

“I’m usually not refered to as ‘Peter’s father’, but it’s a nice change.” He smiles, through that smile, I can see why the professor it’s so fond of him, he’s a good person.

“Can I ask why are you here Mr. Lehnsherr?” It’s nice meeting him but I don’t get why is he visiting me.

“I just wanted to thank you for saving Peter’s life.” He says, and he sounds sincere, grateful.

I really hadn’t stopped to think about Peter until now, and it’s a relief knowing he’s at least, alive.

“He’s like a mentor to me, and he’s more useful to the team than me.” I shrugged, wincing a little due to the pain.

“Zelda, there’s no need to be modest, he told me you almost defeated Psylocke by yourself, but you ran to help Raven when she got hurt, that speaks highly of you.”  Magneto smiles again, I don’t get how the  man that killed JFK and the man that is thanking me right now are the same person.

“How is professor Maximoff? Is he okay?”  I ask, not sure of what kind of answer to expect.

“Yes, he’s okay, he went to see his mother but he should be back soon.” So he’s gone, again and guessing for Magneto’s tone, he’s not coming back soon. “I’ll leave today in the afternoon, but it was nice meeting you Miss Ruiz.”

After an awkward good-bye wave with my right hand -the one that’s connected to the IV thingy- Xavier leaves with him leaving me with McCoy, he stays for a while, checking my vital signs, Kitty comes in shorty after and makes McCoy turn around when she changes my bandages -which hurts like hell-, the left side of my chest now has a large stitched wound, that’s going to leave a big scar.

When she’s finished, Hank explains me that I should be fully recovered in the next two weeks, I’ll be able to move back to my room within the next two days, I eat a light meal afterwards, chicken breasts with vegetables some rice and lemonade, hospital food like my mom would say, Anne enters the room when I’m done eating and we talk for a while.

I finally moved back to my room and began to recover slowly, breathing got much easier and I had my stitches removed a week afte, as I had predicted, the wound left a big scar under my left breast, but I was ok with it, I’m the only one that has to see it every day, it’s not a big deal.

The first two weeks after I woke up, I waited patiently for news about Peter, but no one seemed to know more than I did, he was visiting his mother or something like that, but that really hurt me -not the mother part-, but I had saved his fucking live and I didn’t even get a Thank you? Like, really?

Back in classes, I had a lot of homework, I had arrived to Xavier’s in September, in the middle of March I began to worry about college, Iwas a Senior when I left Queens and Xavier’s classes would allow me to graduate in June,I had applied for a few colleges when I lived in Queens, I got into Law School but much to my family’s dissapointment, I didn’t want to be a lawyer, I mean, I respected lawyers but I wasn’t really passionate about practicing law.

In the end, I decided to apply for a major in Fine Arts in an University near Xavier’s, ironically, Anne applied for Law School at the same University, she was planning to move to New York while studying and eventually gong back to the X-Men, but first we needed to get our acceptance letter and that wouldn’t come until mid-April.

April arrived with our acceptance letters, Bobby was getting an Accounting Major, John wanted to draw comic books, Doug had a year left on the School but he wanted to major in International Relations.

I tried to forget about Peter but hell, it was so difficult, the  whole house reminded me of him, his room was locked but I would sneak onto the kitchen at 3 am, hoping to hear him playing bass or Pac Man, it never happened, they say time is supossed to heal you but I missed him, I still loved him.

JULY.

Anne and Bobby are moving out of their appartament next week, we’re packing her stuff and I’m tired of stacking her whole library in boxes, after begging for two hours, they finally decide it’s time to eat, we are all covered in sweat so Bobby goes back to his room to change, we do the same and wait for him in the hallways, he takes longer than us in picking up outfits.

We are sitting in the hallways, still looking sweaty and tired but we’re just going to McDonald’s so I don’t really care, Bobby arrives and we head to his car, I trip with the stairs and before I reach the ground, I feel a familiar sensation as a pair of arms keeps me from stumbling, I’m sure it’s Peter.

“Um, thanks.” I say, unwrapping myself from the embrace, I look at my saviour and I feel my heart stop beating, it’s Peter, it’s fucking Peter, but dammit, he looks terrible, his silver hair is shorter, his eyes look lifeless, his embrace is colder, someone had erased his permament smirk.

“You should watch where you’re going Miss Ruiz.” He replies coldy, I whisper an apology and run to the car, Bobby and Anne stay silent, they saw the awkward interaction, I can see them staring at me with pity from the mirror, they both knew my story with Peter, they both hated him, specially Anne, we couldn’t understand why he never thanked me for saving his life.

“Zel, are you really sure you don’t want to move with us?” Bobby asks, they’ve been making me the same question since they decided to move in together, I want to say yes, but I don’t think I’m ready to leave Xavier’s, the professor was going to allow me to live there while I majored.

“I’ll visit you on weekends guys, and we’ll see each other really often Ann, we can grab lunch together everyday.” I reply, eating my jalapeño-covered fries, I can’t stop thinking about Peter, what is he doing in the school? He hasn’t been there in months.

When we go back to the school it’s late, almost midnight, we went to a bar after McDonalds to grab a beer, I don’t usually drink, I kind of hate it actually but I really couldn’t stop thinking about Peter, I needed to forget him for a while and the beer was there, two beers were enough to blur my mind, Anne got sleepy on the drive home and collapsed in her bed the minute I opened the door to our room.

I grab one of the empty boxes Anne bought to pack her stuff and fill it with everything that reminded me of Peter, the jacket, the Pink Floyd t-shirt, a bunch of records, the pink dinosaur, the stuffed toy is way to big to close the box, I manage to carry it all the way down the stairs to Peter’s room without waking anyone up, I try to leave it outside his door as silently as I can, he’s in there, I can hear him playing Pac Man and tears start to fill my eyes when I remember all the things we went through, dammit alcohol, I hate you for making me so damn sensible.

Apparently I wasn’t silent enough, when I start walking back to my room, the door opens and Peter’s face comes out of the room, our eyes meet for a moment and he speeds next to me.

“Ruiz, it’s past midnight, the younger children are sleeping, what are you doing here?” He asks, I lost him, I finally realize I’ve lost him, he’s not the same Peter I fell in love with, but a part of me wants to wrap my arms around him, breakdown in tears and discover if my Peter is buried deep down that armor. “You smell like alcohol, you can’t drink on campus,you’re not even old enough to drink, what were you thinking?”

“I’m just sick of your bullshit Maximoff, you’re an asshole.” I hear my voice say, but it’s not me, it’s the alcohol talking.

“Asshole?” He looks surprised, but at this point I don’t care.

“You’re the biggest asshole I’ve ever met Maximoff, I saved your fucking life and you’re not kind enough to thank me, maybe I should go back time and never speak to you, I could spare myself all the suffering of being with you.” My voice cracks and the tears start rolling down my cheeks.

“Zelda, I…” He wraps his arms around me and in the blink of an eye, we’re in his room.

Chip has forgotten the rules

tagged by @copper-coyote

a) age: 28
b) biggest fear: being ignored
c) current time: 12:30 am
d) drink you last had: Renaissance Stonecutter Scotch Ale
e) every day starts with: The Song of Storms from the Ocarina of Time OST (it’s my morning alarm)
f) favourite song atm: Battlefield by Svrcina; Good to be Alive Today by Michael Franti and Spearhead
g) ghosts, are they real?: sure but hopefully no
h) hometown?: raised in: Auckland; home in all other senses: Wellington, New Zealand
i) in love with?: food,cats
j) jealous of?: no one really
k) killed someone?: Sma, with feels
l) last time you cried: Oh gods, I woke up last night crying from a dream.
m) middle name: Kathleen
n) number of siblings: 1 brother, older
o) one wish: Can the political left please get their act together and stop letting these populist, protectionist fucks take over?
p) person you last called/texted: Russ, let me in.
q) questions you are always being asked: At work: How do you do X? At home: Oh so you do archery? (usually right after I say I like archery), what is LARP?
r) reasons to smile: chip looking at dogs; Teacko and Pupcakes; my D&D group; kitties; the gays
s) song last sung: aloud? that’s not a thing I do. Earlier I was mouthing words to Fishing for Lisa by The Feelers.
u) underwear colour: white with a kitten. Yes, the kitten is right where you’re imagining it is.
w) worst habits: biting nails, panicking, miscommunicating, daydreaming, procrastinating…
x) x-rays you’ve had: collarbone.
y) your favourite food: feijoas (better when they’re freeijoas); sweets; hot cross buns
z) zodiac sign: leo

Tagging: @blogquantumreality @werewolfofwesteria @imbimyself @thedoctor-smith @curuniel @dapperaeronaut @vinegarfairy

ABC Tag

I was tagged by the wonderful amazing @moimin tysm!!❤️

a: age: 18

b: biggest fear: ghosties

c: current time: 10.27 am

d: drink you last had: green tea 

e: everyday starts with: me trying to get out of bed

f: favorite song: OH GOD it changes constantly
lmao erm atm it’s Dream In A Dream by Ten or Best Fake Smile by James Bay

g: ghosts, are they real: it’s my biggest fear for a reason mate

h: hometown: Birmingham, England

i: in love with: KJ Apa (I can’t even he is so beautiful)

j: jealous of: my really flexible friend bc she can do all these weird positions lol

k: killed someone: my social life

l: last time you cried: over my English coursework last night rip

m: middle name: Victoria Margaret (a mouthful)

n: number of siblings: none rip I’m an only child

o: one wish: to be helpful to people

p: person i last called/texted: my dad, asking what he wanted from the Chinese

q: question you’re always asked: “why are you so tall?“

r: reason to smile: food

t: time you woke up: 10am

u: underwear color: blue

v: vacation destination: everywhere like I’m talking Japan to Alaska to Tobago here

w: worst habit: procrastinating and over analyzing

x: x-rays you’ve had: i fucked up my hip once, and I have a dodgy knee

y: your favorite food: Any kind of Chinese food or pasta lol

z: zodiac: Pisces

I’m going to tag: @kisujisu @kwannie-boo @madhattercharlie @alienbunnybot and @vixx-centric it’s been so long since I’ve been on here rip
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