Day 77 since they removed timmy from being spawnable in the overworld the voices are getting really loud

Joker!minho X innocent!reader?

OUUUU I LIKE THIS!!! Thank you so much for the request!!

All I Have|| L.M

Warnings/tags: fem!reader, innocent!reader, soft joker!minho, caregiver!minho, boyfriend!minho, gore, implied murder, abuse, toxic relationship, flashbacks, suggestive, mentioning of another member (Chan), mentions of drugs, substance abuse, petnames.

Due to tumblr being mean to me, some parts are heavily re-written. This is bc some parts got deleted for some reason. Lol.

I really hope you like it! I haven’t written anything like this for a long time so I feel kinda rusty lol! Again, thank you so much for your request! Also, this is more a "softer" joker (???) idk.

This is pure fiction… not real, yeah.

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He looks so good in that gif… LAWD-

Drabble/imagine thingy starts under the cut :)

“Oh mommy~!” His mother rolled her eyes as her son strutted down the stairs. “Play with me.” Regardless of the shots, the blood curdling screams and the blood splashing on the windows, the neighbors didn’t dare call the cops; because who cares about some junky and her son? The cops pitied the boy, how could a murderer kill everyone he had, leaving a defenseless 10 year old upstairs with headphones. The cops that didn’t take pity all died the same premature death, poisoning. His mother deserved it, so did the men that helped burn him with cigarette buds. He was tired, tired of the drinking, the biohazard sum needles that he found under his pillow. But strangely that wasn't the worst part, he despised the mess, the dust, the mold growing on the walls. Legend said Minho screamed "You filthy filthy woman!" while taking his mothers life, he hated the mess.

You shivered at the recall of the story, the story Minho didn’t even tell you, the story you had to hear from one of his henchmen; said henchman died once Minho knew he told you. But you were told he quit, you still believed he quit. Plus it was all just a scary bedtime story, that’s what your boyfriend said. You loved Minho, yes his logic sometimes confused you but he was harmless. Everyone deserved love, and you were more than happy to give it to him. Despite his illegal activities, you stuck beside him. For it was only a large drug ring, only dealing with shipments and money, right?

“Where the hell is my flower?!” You flinched, as did everyone else in the lecture hall. Your man had a thing for making a grand entrance, you eventually got used to it. “M-Minho, s-sir.” Your professor trembled as your boyfriend strutted in with a sleek suit, his men waltzing it behind him with a mixture of pink AK-47’s and yellow UZI’s, their faces adorned with different animals masks.

You often asked Minho why they carried those guns around, to which he told you that they were fake, only to be used to scare off the enemy, you believed him. “Well they should be in pretty colors, so they won’t seem so scary.” You pouted playfully, a wide smile spread on his face; he let you pick the colors. “Also, the body guards should have cute animal masks. Don’t you think?” Minho nodded, trying to stop his eye from twitching as one of his men groaned in protest. Minho told you he quit too, a lot of men quit that month. Not to worry, they’d always be replaced.

“M-Miss y/n? Are you h-here tod-day?” You frowned as your professor trembled, confused as to why he was so scared, your boyfriend was harmless. “Yes I’m here!” You stood up and raised your hand. You smiled as Minho grinned, “Come on flower, I’m taking you out to lunch.”

You were grateful for Minho, he took you in under his wing. Gave you a roof over your head, gave you food from luxury chefs, provided you with clothes no regular college student could afford. He called you beautiful, told you he was proud of you, he made you feel whole, told you he'd do anything to see you smile. You had to connivance him it was a good idea to enroll for classes, he hated it. "All the things you want I can give darling, let me take care of you, hm?" But you shook your head with a smile. "This is what I want."

Minho was your life, every since you two met in the orphanage you were inseparable, claiming you as his and no one dared to separate you two. You got looked up to him, waking up when he did, eating when he ate, only listening to him and he loved it, what he said was right. You cried, threw a tantrum when you got a adopted. You sobbed for hours while 17 year old Minho threatened the ones who took you, but they just laughed, spewing out their own threats. “Minnie!!!!” You screamed and kicked as your new family pulled you away. “I’ll get you back, flower.”

Of course he did… years later; after your parents died in a car crash, something about a malfunction, you didn’t understand. You were devastated, you parents sheltered you. No phones were allowed, no calls to be made, you had no curfew because you were never let out, you couldn't even wipe your own ass; who was going to take care of you now? These thoughts accumulated. That's until he showed up to your graduation, you were alone, back in an orphanage, but there he was. In his clean black suit, standing there with open arms in the vibrant green grass. “We meet again flower.” You didn’t comprehend the screams of terror around you as his men flooded the venue, you were too pre occupied running off the stage and hugging the only person you have left, nothing else mattered, you were finally safe.

5 years later and here you were, sipping on coffee and talking to Minho about your day. He listened attentively, to every word you said. “That sounds wonderful darling.” You giggled and his cold heart fluttered as you smiled at him. “Sir.” You waved in greeting to the only guard without a mask as he walked up to your table, he bowed before speaking. “What do you need Chan? I’m busy?” Minho sighed at his right hand man. “The rogues, they ki-” Chan looked down at you hesitantly before continuing, “They hid all of Rowan’s drugs. They’re coming to Gotham next, sir.” You frowned in worry as your boyfriend screamed in annoyance, causing all the tense customers in the establishment to scurry. You rolled your eyes at their actions, it was only drugs.

“Well y/n, I have to go.” Minho gave you a tight lipped smile. “Where are you going?” You followed behind him as he stood up, grabbing his hand and halting his movements. Minho turned around, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back tonight. Chan take her home.” You pouted but didn’t protest. Minho smiled, you were so obedient.

You waited for hours, doing homework, as well as work that wasn’t even assigned yet. Baking and cooking, refusing the maid’s help every time they butt in, but you were terribly bored. It was 2am and your boyfriend still wasn’t home, but then it reached 2:30am. You hopped off of the couch as you heard the door open, you rushed to the entry but you smile soon dropped. “Minho!” You screamed, rushing to his side as he chuckled. “The shit I do for you flower.” He whispers, not catching your ear as you were to focused dragging him upstairs. The big gash in his head didn’t stop bleeding, you looked over him, almost tearing while seeing his white shirt covered in crimson.

“Now now, no crying darling. This isn’t my blood.” You looked into his eyes as he laughed at your concern. You sat him down and took out the first aid kit; tending to the deep cut on his forehead. Minho didn’t flinch as you cleaned it, only starring up into your worried eyes as he grinned. “I’m done lying to you y/n,” he started, you listened, refusing to interrupt and distract yourself from helping him, partially scared of his confession. “I don’t only work with money and drugs darling. I kill people, and I like it.” He deadpans, you freeze. “What is so bad about that? They deserve it! Don’t they flower?! It brings me peace knowing that the worthless can stop being so damn annoying.” You starred into his cold eyes as he spoke nonchalantly, deep down you knew the truth, of course you knew, but it was better to deny it. Even the public would scramble as he walked by, when you ended up being alone for projects because you were his girl, the grizzly stories you were told by the people who dared to speak to you, only for those people to be filed as missing.

Nonetheless, you couldn’t find yourself to care, maybe you were just as crazy as he was. You placed yourself on his lap after his bandage was secure. “Why did you lie to me?” You ask softy, playing with his brown strands. “Because you’re my precious little flower. I would hate to make you wilt, all because of me.” You blushed, he cared about you like no one else would; you wanted to show him you cared too, he deserved it for giving you everything.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” He mumbled, confused as to why you pivoted on his lap, starting to kiss at his neck. You look back up at him embarrassed, “I-I just wanted to show you that I love you.” His heart melted at your words, a deep feeling he’s never felt once before overcame his form; it almost made him shed a tear. “Since when we’re you so good with words pretty girl?” You smiled sheepishly, ducking your head back into his neck.

Minho would let you do whatever you wanted to him, he’d hand you a gun and let you use him as target practice if that’s what you wanted. He'd let you torture him, get out all the trauma you held. But you’d never do such a thing, he’s all you have.

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So You’d Kiss me?

Harry and Annalise have been friends for a while. She of course has a crush on Harry ever since they wrote a song together the first time they met. One day, their friends foolishly decide to play spin the bottle, without Annalise. Lets see how that goes. 

Hope y’all enjoy! <3

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I wake up to the sound of my alarm that I forgot to disable now that it's my day off. I love my job. It starts a noon and I can work however long I want. I go to the studio with my writing ideas. It's a beautiful process and I thank my friend, Nick, for the job opportunity, but I need a day off. I groan and shut off the belligerent alarm immediately. Yet, it still manages to capture the attention of my roommate, Stella, who bursts through my bedroom door. "I'm sleeping." I state in a mono-tone. She scoffs and jumps on my bed, causing me to jolt a bit.

I look over my shoulder and see Stella smiling from ear to ear as she makes herself comfortable on my bed. I look to make sure she doesn't have shoes on. She has sat on my bed with shoes on too many times and I've yelled at her about it every single time. No shoes, good. However, she is fully dressed unlike me who is in a giant tee, underwear, and messy hair. "Na, guess what?" She chimes. I close my eyes and snore rather loudly, but that leads to her throwing a pillow at my face.

"Oww, okay. What?" I whine.

I sit up and place the pillow in my arms, cuddling it while she says, "Harry's back in town." I stiffen my posture at the sound of his name. My heart flutters a bit and I can feel every bit of my body tingle. How does he do that to me even when he isn't in the room? We’ve known each other for almost a year, how am I still weak over him? 

I try to play off my awkwardness and grab my water bottle from the night stand. "Oh?" Is all can say before chugging the water to quench my dry throat. 

Harry, Stella and I have been friends for about a year now. Stella and I met two years ago when I moved to Cali and found Stella putting up looking for roommate posters. 

One day, Nick wanted me to help him write songs in the studio. While in our writing session, Harry accidentally opened the door and awkwardly tried to back away, apologizing. "Nonsense, Harry." Nick said. "You're always welcome. This is Annalise, we call her Nani or Na." I shook his tattooed hand. Nick smiles at the interaction, "Do you want to help us write?" Harry looked at me as if he wanted my permission and I gave him a reassuring smile. He helped us write for hours and even recorded a rough draft of the record before we sent it off to some new boy-band. 

After our session, Nick had to go home to his whining wife and I had to meet Stella at a nearby coffee shop because she wanted to vent about her big shot office job. Before I left that day, Harry catches me in the hall and took my hand in his to turn me towards him. He towered me before asking, "Would you like to grab lunch or something?" His pink lips were just asking to be kissed, but I didn’t want to assume. With his grip still on my hand I smiled and told him I had plans with Stella. "But you can join us." My eyes look up to his green ones and I couldn't help, but blush. Especially when his thumb caressed my knuckles softly. 

"I'd love to."

We ended up having a great time in the coffee shop and decided to have a movie night in Stella and I's apartment. Some wine, popcorn throwing, and Harry's favorite movie, The Notebook filled the night along with endless laughter. Since then we all have been close.

Stella shoots me back into reality when she takes away my water bottle. "Heyyy!" I complain.

"You're not listening to me." She huffs. I pout before she continues to speak. "I was thinking we can roller skating and get some pizza with the rest of our friends. We haven’t been in the same place in a while." She looks on her phone for, I think, nearby skating rinks. My groan fills the room before I get up from the bed and stretch. "What was that for?" Stella asks.

I slip on my shorts and lightly say, "I just hate roller skating." I turn to Stella, who is frowning. "But you guys can go." Her frown was still prominent on her face as I pass her to go to the bathroom in the hall.

She follows me with her shoulders hanging low, "I want you to come." It's almost as if she pressed a button and turned on her baby voice. "Why don't you want to go? It's like you and Roger are trying to make me upset today." Roger is her boyfriend of six months and they are pretty great together. Other than the fact that they both laugh a little too loud at 2 am.

I didn't want to reveal the fact that I have a fear of roller skating ever since my sister-in law broke her wrist due to a really bad fall. "Roger isn't going?"

"No and don't change the subject."

"I just don't want to deal with the cameras and fame on my day off." I shrug as the lie falls from my lips. "You guys go and come back for pizza. I just need to relax." While brushing my teeth, she finally gives in and decides to leave me alone in the apartment before chirping a "Bye loser." I chuckle, stepping into the shower.

After my shower, I clean my room and straighten out the apartment while dancing and singing in my underwear. Feeling free after days of work, I even decided to make popcorn, place chips in bowls, and make some dip for when my friends come.

Still jamming to music, I lose track of time and hear the door slam, turning to Stella and Harry in the doorway, smiling at me. I look at them wide eyed before turning off the music. My cheeks flush as Stella and Harry hang their jackets on the coat hanger and step toward me. I clear my throat before saying, "I-I'll go order pizza."

I bite my lip in embarrassment and slip past them and into my room, but not prior to Stella saying, "Maybe put on some pants too."

Then Harry chimes in, “Or don’t.” 

Rolling my eyes, I close my door slowly and place my face to my hands. "Dammit." I whisper to myself.

I call the pizza after putting on my ripped jeans, oversized grandpa sweater and my burgundy socks. Now fully clothed, I step outside gathering the attention of Harry, who stands up from the couch. I look around for Stella, but she's nowhere to be found. "She went to take a phone call." Harry says. I mouth an "ohhh." I finally take in the man before me. The pink lips, the emerald eyes, and the perfect hair. "I missed you, Styles." I smile.

He returns the favor and grabs my hand, just like the first day we met, but instead of holding it, he pulls me into a warm embrace. I nuzzle in his chest that's covered by a warm black sweater, drenched in cologne. My hands snake around his waist and rest there for a while. His chin rests on the top of my head as he says, "I missed you too." Wrapped around me in a secure way is his arms that do not loosen their grasp. His scent overwhelms me in a comforting way as he says in a soft voice, "I'm sorry the cameras are too much sometimes." I mentally scream. He wasn't supposed to know that.

I retract from his grasp, "No, no. I-I didn't mean that." We let go of each other completely. His brows furrow. "I just really hate roller skating." I say making my way to the kitchen to grab a drink.

Harry follows me and leans against the island while I pour some wine for us. "You hated cliff jumping, but we still went." He argues taking the glass and taking a gulp.

I sip after stating, "I hate skating more." I roll my eyes as I pour more wine into my glass as Harry scoffs in disbelief. 

"Listen if the cameras are the real reason…" Harry starts.

I cut him off quickly, "It's not." My voice raises a bit, but Harry's one to challenge.

"Then what is?" His voice a bit louder than mine.

I breath in heavily before yelling, "I'm f*cking scared, okay?" Harry's face drops into a state of confusion as a knock on the front door appears. Harry and I stare at each other intently. I break eye contact to answer the door after the second knock. 

The short ass pizza guy stands at eye level with me as he struggles to get the pizza out of his bag. Suddenly, the elevator dings and I hear familiar laughter and chatter. The group of loud guys and giggling girls make eye contact with me while smiling brightly. After the whole shouting match with Harry, I have to falsely smile in return. They make their way in; Nicky, Alex, Kalliope, Connor, and Mia. We’re all pretty close because Mia and Connor work at a bar where all 7 of us hang out. Each day we were there, we got closer and closer. When Harry was done being a busy bee, I introduced him to the group and they all got along with him. 

As soon as I bring in the pizza, Stella comes in to grab a slice. Her loud chewing diminishes in the kitchen where everyone is talking about the fall Kalliope had encountered at roller skating, while Harry and I just stare at each other. “Yeah,” Kal starts, “I think I bruised my butt, but it was worth it.” I walk to the armchair next to the couch, not wanting Harry to sit next to me. Stella asks, "What movie are we watching?" She plops onto the couch, oblivious to the scene prior to her entrance, and Harry sits on the other end, closer to me. Kal sits on the floor in front of me while Nicky and Alex took the floor in front of Stella. My eyes glance toward the kitchen where Mia is poking through our fridge. “Nani, you pick since you didn’t skate today.” 

All eyes are directly staring at my face, “No, just pick anything.” 

Stella settled for 47 Meters Down. The action movie captivated my attention of course and I tried to focus on the movie, but my eyes got heavier and heavier by the minute. Soon, the voices and movie sounds disappear and I drift to sleep.

Once my mind starts to wake up, my body takes a while to catch up. I hear my friends still in front of me yelling ohhhhh and ouuuu. Finally, I lazily put my hands to my eyes and rub them before opening them fully. With my blurred vision, I can see my group of friends sitting in a circle, surrounding a shiny object on the hardwood floor. The shiny object slowly turns into a complete figure; a bottle. Immediately, I’m pissed because they finished my bottle of wine, but my eyes capture something else. 

Harry and Stella, kissing while everyone cheers them on. Harry’s eyes flutter open during the kiss and looks directly at me. They widen as I get up to go to my room. He breaks off the kiss and says, “Annalise, you’re up!” His surprised tone makes Stella jump a bit before she turns to me as she uses her fingers to fix her red smeared lipstick that matches Harry’s mouth.

"Clearly." I mutter under my breath. "I just woke up and thought I'd transfer to my bed." I smile through the pain and turned toward the hall. 

“Wait, we’re playing a game. Would you like to join us?” He says. 

I don’t respond and instead dart in to my room and lock the door. As I crawl under my sheets,  my salty tears keep me company. There were plenty of knocks on my door, all from Harry, throughout the night.  I was "sleeping". I'm pretty sure he left after the fifth knock, along with the others.

I don't blame Stella or Harry for what they did. They don't know what I feel. I don't even know what I feel. I just know that it hurt seeing her lips on his. 

The next morning, I woke up extra early to get out of the house quickly. I'm not trying to avoid Stella, but I just don't feel like lying today and saying that last night's actions were alright with me. Especially if she's going to ask me to not tell Roger.

I make it to the studio at exactly 8, where I thought I can do some writing alone. However, as I enter the room, I see a figure in the corner looking out the window. Of course.

Harry turns around as I opened the door. I offer him a fake smile and he gives me a pitiful one. "What are you doing here?" I ask, placing my stuff down.

He walked toward me and gives me a friendly embrace, but I just let him. I don't hug him back. I don't know, the idea of his body touching me right now makes my blood boil and my cheeks flush. "I thought I'd get some writing done today. What about yourself? It's pretty early."

He lets me go and I swiftly turn around to the piano and grace it with my fingers, "Same." The silence between us cut short when he says, "We were drunk." Looking back, he continues, "We were drunk and then we started to play spin the bottle and I really didn’t want to, but it would have been weird if I joined once you woke up." He rambles on, but I give him a confused look. 

I hesitate before saying, “Why would you join after me waking up?” 

He bites his lip as if in deep thought. I raise my brow, urging him to answer. “I don’t know.” His words rushed, but I didn’t want to force an answer. “Do you forgive me?” 

I sigh, "Harry, there's nothing to forgive."

Now standing before me, looking down at me, he says, "Your two best friends kiss and you're not upset?" He looks almost disappointed that I'm not giving him more attitude or a consequence for his actions.

I hop on top of the high table to be in the same eye level as him, but he still has me by a couple inches. Bravely looking at him and his mesmerizing eyes I say, "No, because I'd kiss you too." Shit. His beautiful green eyes widen as I regret my words.

Harry, clearly taken back, says, "You'd kiss me?" His grin slowly, but surely creeps on his face.

I think wisely and shortly before deciding to answer the question with a question. "What makes you think I wouldn't?" My palms sweat and my fingers grip the edge as he rests his hands flat on the table leaning over my face, merely centimeters away.

He chuckles and blushes before looking down and saying, "I didn't think you'd like me like that." Skepticism painted clearly on my face as he looks up. "Ya know, cause of all the cameras and fame. And you didn't even want to come see me skating yesterday." I throw my head back and groan.

He’s smiling when I regain eye contact. "Harry, do you really think I care about those things?" I smile in disbelief. "I didn't want to roller skate because my sister in law broke her wrist skating and I'm scared that'll happen to me. Or worse. What if I land on a knife?" He laughs and I join him.

We settle down after our fit of laughter and he leans in closer to me and takes my hand in his, "Well, If you ever do decide to go roller skating with me. I'll be sure to hold your hand." I smile at the kind gesture we have always overlooked, but now has a greater meaning to it.

Licking his pink lips that have been tempting me since the day we met he says, "So you'd kiss me?" I could almost feel his lips on mine. Before I could answer, he leans in fully, shocking me a little. My arms make their way around his neck as he wraps his around my waist. We detach our lips, but nothing else. We take a moment to look at each other, breathlessly and at each other's mercy, cherishing the moment where we finally get to taste each other. "Of course, I'd kiss you."

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Ask some questions, get some answers 1. Favourite colour. Maroon 
2. Number of people you’ve slept with. 16
3. Cake or ice cream? What are my options? Probably cake. Moo
4. If you were a superhero what would your power be? I could pull up stats on anyone, for anything. 
5. Ever been in a fist fight? No. Some day 
6. Do you live in the country or the city? City
7. Biggest kink? When my partner sees me as a human being 
8. Favourite video-game? Tony hawk pro skater 3 
9. Words you live by? You are responsible for the way your own heart beats 
10. Best book you’ve ever read? Fight club, or the bell jar 
11. Favourite film?
12. Horror or romance? Horror 
13. Biggest fear? Being kidnapped
14. Best memory? Osheaga weekend 2012
15. Worst memory? Learning that my friend had died
16. Where are you from? Ur mums house 
17. Ever done anal? I poop from there
18. Would you prefer to be Mary Berry’s grandchild or Paul Hollywood’s bitch? Wut
19. Favourite outfit? Pants with a cardigan and dope boots
20. Snapchat or Instagram? Insta
21. If you could freeze time what would you do? Snoop through my loved ones personal items 
22. Best LUSH product in your opinion? Shower bombs 
23. Should people wear red shirts or brown pants in your presence? Brown 
24. Favourite television character? Michael Scott 
25. Do you have a nemesis? Is that like a type of neopet
26. Are you a hard-worker? I'm a hardly-worker
27. What’s the best holiday you’ve ever been on? Christmas holidays 
28. What’s your dream? To be happy 
29. Where do you see your life ending up? In the toilet 
30. Describe your last sexual encounter. Woke up to my girlfriend being frisky 
31. Cake by the ocean or sex on the beach? Why not both 
32. Ever done drugs? Drugs are bad mmkay 
33. Harry Potter or Lord Of The Rings? HP
34. Are you a jock or a nerd? Class clown 
35. On a scale of 8 to 34.7, how gay are you? 35
36. Do you live for Tumblr discourse or hate it? Um
37. Favourite trashy television show? Trashy tv is boring
38. Last time you watched porn? I have it penciled in for this weekend 
39. Do you have a recurring sexual fantasy? My mind is always in the gutter 
40. Weirdest dream you ever had? I dreamt my mom said she loved me 
41. Ever had mental health issues? Oui
42. What’s the answer to the question you wish someone would ask you? Mushroom, red pepper, bacon
43. Do you wish people paid more attention to you? No
44. Do you have anyone who you’d happily slap right across their chops? Sure
45. Dog person or cat person? Meow meow meow 
46. Sneakers or heels? Sneaks
47. Favourite cocktail? Meh
48. Day or night? Night 
49. Pokémon or Digimon? GOTTA CATCH EM ALL
50. How big is your dick? 240 pounds
51. Favourite musical? Couldn't say 
52. Favourite song? That's too hard 
53. Are you secretly a goblin/alien/android? It's not a secret 
54. Why are you like this? I didn't get enough attention as a child 
55. What’s your guilty pleasure? Eating pb out of the jar 
56. What would you say if I said ‘I love you’? Why?
57. What’s the story behind your URL? I was here, once 
58. Tell me something that worries you. That I'll never be happy with myself 
59. What have you been worrying about today? My fat gut 
60. I’m only sending you these questions because I have a crush on you and I’m too tragic to actually just say it. Gross 
61. Hot dogs or burgers? Burg 
62. Nintendo or the other trash-consoles? Get a life 
63. Which fandom ruined a show that you used to like?
64. What do you wish you could tell your best friend? That I miss her 
65. Tell us a deep dark secret. I pick my nose 
66. Are you curious about having a man in leather spank your botty ‘til it’s all red? What's a botty 
67. Favourite Tumblr couple?
68. Do you have any dietary quirks? Eating is hard 
69. Do you want to have someone pleasure your genitals orally while you do the same to theirs? Yep 
70. How old are you? 255555555
71. Which Buzzfeed listicle sums up your existence? Stop
72. Do you have any pets? A cat and a cat 
73. What colour underwear are you wearing? Pink OUUUU LA LA
74. Boxers or briefs? Briefs
75. Fuck me, Ray Bradbury? My name is Krista 
76. Which television show do you want to last forever? I don't care
77. In a zombie apocalypse how long would you last? 1 hour 
78. Do you have good internet connection or do you want to punch your router every ten minutes? What's internet 
79. Would you find it somewhat saucy if I sent bawdy nudes in your direction? Mhmhm 
80. Which country has the best flag? MURICA
81. Do you consider yourself *iconic*? Ironic 
82. Most overrated food? Tempura anything 
83. Most overrated film? I'm in no position to answer that 
84. Most overrated television show? Each and every one
85. Most overrated type of cheese? Blue
86. Which brand would you never shop at? Omg who cares 
87. Wisdom, courage, or power? Courage 
88. Would you prefer to travel in time and stay in the same spot, or travel in space with time elapsing as normal? The first one 
89. What’s the best birthday present you ever got? Everyone got me bottles of wine one year. That was dope 90. What present do you wish someone would give you? An anklet 
91. Do you have an ex? Why did you break up? Bad breath 
91. Why does 91 appear on this list twice now? Someone screwed the pooch 
92. Spare a thought for the humble creator of this list, it’s difficult to think of this many questions. I simply don't have a thought to spare 
93. Do you prefer anons or non-anons? 
94. Who do you wish you could have sex with more than any other? Ur mum
95. What is your spirit animal? Kimmy gibbler 
96. Do you have one word that you really love the sound of? Hush 
97. Do you still have any of your stuffed toys from when you were a kid? Of course 
98. What makes you super nostalgic? Chicken soup with crackers 
99. Give me an answer to a random one of these questions. (But don’t make it a shit answer like ‘yes’. Don’t be an asshole.) no 
100. What’s your favourite cocktail? U AXED ME DIS 
101. Sonic screwdriver or Ron’s shit broken wand from the second Potter book?
102. Laptop or PC? Lappy 
103. What’s the sexiest accent in your opinion? Dirty dirty English 
104. Would you let Donald Trump tickle your nipples for an hour for £6,000,000? Hell ya 
105. You should check out a great little British website called Pretty52. Kk
106. If you could dye your hair any colour, what colour would you change to? Dirty blonde
107. What would you change about your body if you could? I'd exchange it for a new one 
108. Do you prefer to be hot or cold? HOT
109. What’s your favourite way to orgasm? With a partner 
110. Are you a mermaid or a unicorn? I'm just a regular girl 
111. What’s the name of your favourite pet when you were a kid? Jackal 
112. What was your favourite class at school? Math 
113. Are you superstitious? I'm a little stitious 
114. What do you think happens when we die? People are sad af
115. Pie or pi? Talk nerdy 2 me 
116. Your followers a question.
117. Lick my genitalia. Kk
118. What’s your favourite number? 11
119. Do you ever look up at the stars and feel small? No 
120. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Sure 
121. Tell me about a quirky personality trait. Anal af
122. What was your favourite story when you were younger? Cinderella 
123. Are you old before your time or young at heart? Ive heard both about myself 
124. Why do you do the things you do? Please. Tell me. - I do wut I want 
125. I hope you enjoyed these questions. No
126. Which Tumblr blog would you recommend to all your fans? Ur mums