#I’m 36 years old and my mom did make me cry today
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The way parental trauma can never heal completely when your mom continues to do stupid shit like make fun of your clothes.
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Hate you 💕💕
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
Depends on the day
02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?
Julia!
03: Do you regret anything?
Plenty of things
04: Are you insecure?
Also depends on the day
05: What is your relationship status?
Patiently waiting for a proposal
06: How do you want to die?
I absolutely hate this question, next
07: What did you last eat?
I had a sampler platter of appetizers 😩
08: Played any sports?
The real question is was I any good at playing sports
09: Do you bite your nails?
Mmmmm yes
10: When was your last physical fight?
Does drop kicking Julia count
11: Do you like someone?
I hate literally everyone
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?
Not possible for me I love sleep
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
See question 11
14: Do you miss someone?
I miss my dogs (they’re downstairs)
15: Have any pets?
..see question 14
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?
My tummy hurts
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
I’m a child of god
18: Are you scared of spiders?
Frens :(
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
Only so I could win the lottery
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?
Your moms house
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
I can’t think past tomorrow
22: Do you want to have kids? How many?
Absolutely not
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
I do not
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?
Science ✨✨
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
Julia just left my house so does that count
26: What are you craving right now?
I’m craving ice cream even tho again..my tummy hurts
27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
Whoever’s heart I broke probs deserves it
28: Have you ever been cheated on?
No bc they’d be buried 6ft under bye
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
I make Julia cry daily with how smelly I am
30: What’s irritating you right now?
My tummy hurting
31: Does somebody love you?
God I hope not
32: What is your favourite color?
Green :)
33: Do you have trust issues?
Yes :)
34: Who/what was your last dream about?
OMG BUCKLE UP bc I remember aLL of my dream. Actually long story short, Shania Twain ATTACKED me after trying to homewreck someone’s relationship and they had to pry her off my body
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
I cried in front of Julia today bc she wouldn’t carry me
36: Do you give out second chances too easily?
Oh for sure
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
I can’t remember anything so probs to forget
38: Is this year the best year of your life?
It literally just started and I’ve tried two different SSRIs
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
I already told you I’m a child of god
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
I actually just did my first topless excursion it was very liberating
51: Favourite food?
Tomato’s and mozzarella
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
Do you believe in ligma?
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
Watched The First Avenger :)
54: Is cheating ever okay?
Ew
55: Are you mean?
Yeah
56: How many people have you fist fought?
Not enough
57: Do you believe in true love?
Ya
58: Favourite weather?
Mmmmmm depends on the day and activity
59: Do you like the snow?
Sometimes
60: Do you wanna get married?
See question 5
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
Awe yeah that’s gay
62: What makes you happy?
My dogs and cows
63: Would you change your name?
That’s so much work
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
Yeah she’s stinky
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
Impossible I have no friends
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
Joe only tolerates so much of me
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
Tbh I think it was you Brandon LOL
68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
I can’t remember anything next
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
Haha 69
70: Is there anyone you would die for?
My dogs any day of the week
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The Anniversary
Summary: Spencer yells at transphobes for his kid that came out a year ago today.
WC: 1.1k
TW: transphobia, gross cishet white men (Rossi and Kevin) dead name mentioned but not actually said (ex: he deadnamed me, you deadnamed them) angry spencer swearing (let me know if I missed anything)
Spencer Reid/ Fem!Reader and enby kid
AN: So this was supposed to be the prompt "Father is asked whether their child is a boy or a girl continuously (and refuses to answer because it's no one's beeswax)" but I kinda got carried away and then kept it. This is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Fathers Day fic challenge!
This is for the kids/ people that have parents that don’t except them no matter how they identify. I love you. ❤️
read on ao3
not beta read.
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It's Friday afternoon, and Spencer is watching the clock as it ticks down hoping a case doesn’t come up when his trusty satchel starts vibrating on the floor.
“Hello, this is Dr. Spencer Reid,” he answers.
“Honey, do you even check the caller ID?” you answer, laughing at your husband's formal greeting.
“No. What's up darling, I’ve got one more hour until I'm free and we don’t have a case.”
“That's great!”
“Hey Reid,” your husband quickly turns around and looks to his unit chief. You can hear the rustle of his hair against the speaker. “I’m so sorry but we got a case.”
You can hear the news yourself. Shoulders slumping and looking across the table to your child Rowen.
“Hotch,” Spencer whines. “It's Rowen’s one year, are you serious?”
“I’m so sorry,” Hotchner shouts back as you reach for Rowen’s hand, tears already forming in your baby's eyes.
“(y/n) I’m sorry. Can you put Rowen on the phone?” Spencer sounds so defeated.
“Oh yeah here they are.” you hand the phone to the 13-year-old across from you. “It's your daddy, he wants to talk to you.”
Rowen grabs the phone, “Hi daddy.” they say meekly.
“Rowen, I am so freaking sorry I was so excited to celebrate with you and mommy tonight.”
“I understand, at least I got to have breakfast with you this morning.”
“Yeah, we had a great breakfast. I want you to know that you are so amazing and brave and I need you to know how great my life is with you in it. Seriously, the day your mommy told me she was pregnant I knew that I was going to have the best kid ever and I do.”
“Thanks, daddy.”
“No problem. I know you're just a kid, but you are the reason I do this. I am going to protect you until the day I die; you and your mom, I love you, and happy anniversary baby.”
“I love you too. Thank you, daddy. Can I ask you something?
“Yeah what is it?”
And the next thing that comes out of your child's mouth breaks both yours and Spencer's hearts.
“Can you tell Rossi and Kevin I don't have a gender again? Auntie Penny called and Kevin was with her so he asked me what the anniversary was for then said my dead name and that I’m just confused.”
Spencer wanted to kill Kevin Lynch with his bare hands. “Rowen, you are not confused and I will talk to him. Did he say this on the phone or did you just hear him asking Pen?”
“He just asked Penny and I don’t think she thought I heard. But I did daddy.” a sniffle. Spencer was fuming.
“Okay and I’ll also talk to Rossi. I haven't had to in a while but if it will make you feel better I will. Anything for you.”
“He texted me, ‘I don’t really understand all this but I think your dad would kill me if I didn’t say happy anniversary.”
“Are you serious? Rowen, baby can I talk to your mom. I love you very much.” Spencer heard the small ‘thanks’ and then the phone being passed off. “Did you know?”
“I didn’t know about Kevin, but they showed me the text.”
“Permission to deck both of them?”
“Please don’t get in a fight Spencer Reid.”
“But I want to.”
“You know your best weapon is your words.” you hear Spencer breathing deep. “Plus the image I have of you at work is that video JJ showed me when you were presenting a profile and you had to keep pulling your pants up because your gun was too heavy for your belt.”
“You know I switched to a revolver after that video got leaked.”
“Yes, but that was funny.”
“I’m glad. Does Rowan need anything? I can send a cake or books or something to make up for this.”
“No, the four you got them already is perfect.”
“Okay, put me on speaker then.” you move the phone on the table in between yourself and Rowan. “Alright, my loves, I’m off, don't worry about anything. I’ll talk to those two, and I will be home as soon as possible.”
“Love you, daddy.”
“Love you, Spence.”
Spencer hangs up the phone and grabs his satchel. Then runs into the round table room where the rest of the team was flipping through files.
“Pen, get your fucking boyfriend in here.” the satchel slams onto the table as Spencer yells.
“Um, Sure thing, Boy Wonder.” Penelope exists with a face mixed with terror and confusion. Spencer only swore if necessary, or he was angry enough.
“Whoa, kid, calm down.” Fucking Rossi, “what’s wrong with Lynch.”
“You know what, Rossi, shut the fuck up.”
“Spencer,” Hotch says in a tone that was only made to reprimand.
“Hey, everyone, I was summoned?” Kevin fucking Lynch, Spencer thought as the man entered with the most smart ass smirk.
“You and Rossi,” Spencer points at the two men, “Have lost talking privileges with my child! You two refuse to acknowledge their gender identity, and even worse Kevin, you dead named them and they heard! Of all days!”
“Now, Spencer.” Rossi stood up walking to him.
“No, Rossi, Rowan is my child, and I need to protect them. So what are you going to say? That gender is binary? That gender is genitalia? Because that is so fucking backward and disgusting because they are my child and you saying that you only wished them a happy anniversary so that I could be happy is awful! What about Rowan's feelings?”
The room was silent. When Spencer threw a party for Rowen a year ago a few days after they told their parents everyone came. Everyone but Rossi, sighting a new recipe gone wrong and getting food poisoning as why. Then he showed up the next day to work perfectly fine and they all realized they were working with a transphobe.
“That's what I thought. And Penny, please dump this man. I had to hear my baby say that he dead named them on the anniversary of them coming out.”
“Already done this morning!” she’s beaming. Spencer brushes off Emily shooting her head up and shocked face towards the pansexual and gorgeous Penelope Garcia.
“Great.” Spencer picked up the file and satchel. “Now Aaron, I am going home to my wife and child because those two made them cry. I will consult from home.”
Aaron nodded his approval and gestured for Spencer to exit.
Just as he arrived at the threshold, he turned around, staring right at Rossi. “ and I am 36; I have a wife and kid. Stop calling me ‘kid’.” and ran out the door, down the stairs, and out the doors of the BAU.
Waiting for the elevator, Spencer takes out his phone from his back pocket, he pulls up the group message titled “ The Lights of my Life ” and sends the message ‘I’m going to consult from home’. By the time he arrives at the bus station, he has gotten hundreds of heart emojis.
#criminal minds#ssa derek morgan#ssa dr spencer reid#ssa emily prentiss#ssa hotchner#ssa jennifer jareau#ssa rossi#dad!spencer#tw transphobia#tw dead name#fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#Spencer Reid’s child#original character#criminal minds fanfic#Father’s Day fic#fanfic challenge#my work
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Collide Part 2 || Sidney Crosby
Summary: Life as a single foster mom and a pediatrician didn’t leave much time for dating. But when Dr. Erin Lancaster becomes the pediatrician for Pittsburgh Penguins Defenseman Brian Dumoulin's baby boy, her association and quick friendship with his wife Kayla turns her crazy but quiet life upside down.
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Authors Note: Apparently my brain is just on a Sid kick lately. First a blurb update, now this one. Let me know what you think.
Warnings: alcohol consumption Word Count: 2,001
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The weeks leading up to the holiday season were usually some of the best as a foster mom. The kids that I called my own, even temporarily, generally didn’t have a great experience with family holidays in the past and it was always exciting to teach them the magic of the season. The joy of watching the Macy’s parade and then football before having a big meal, going looking at Christmas lights, and everything else that filled the days between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
This year though, this year was tough. A few weeks ago, just days after my trip to the hospital, the seven year old I was fostering was moved to another placement. More biological siblings had popped up in the system and taking them would have placed me over my permitted limit. So instead, the rambunctious boy I was finally starting to make strides with was moved so that he could be with siblings he had never met, all because of the preference of keeping siblings together. A week later, my five year old was transferred back into the care of his mother who had successfully completed a rehabilitation program. I wasn’t sure the woman could be trusted but the court had decided she was fit enough to regain custody and there was nothing I could do about it.
Finally, yesterday, my newborn had been deemed stable enough to be placed with a paternal grandmother now that he was completely off the drugs. I had done my limited job of making sure that he got elevated care and now he was in the placement I knew he’d end up in all along.
It was the weekend before Thanksgiving and for the first time in a long time I didn’t have any kids under my roof. Honestly, I couldn’t remember the last time I didn’t have any kids placed with me, it had been that long. Yesterday, it had been easy enough to ignore, I went into the office to catch up on paperwork, I picked up dry cleaning and went grocery shopping before drinking half a bottle of wine and falling into bed exhausted.
Today though, things were quiet and now that the world had stilled around me, my normally thick exterior cracked and I found myself sobbing steadily. I loved being a foster mom, I really did, but it was heartbreaking to know that these kids would never be mine for one reason or another. That while most days my house was full of laughter and as much love as these kids could manage, days like today would always be waiting at the end of it all.
While drowning my sorrows with a pint of ice cream I definitely didn’t need to be eating at 11am, my phone buzzed beside me with a message from Kayla Dumoulin. She had texted more than once over the past few weeks with worries such as whether Brayden’s cord was healing normally and whether she could cut his nails because he didn’t like the mittens but she didn’t want him to cut himself. Through our text conversations she had learned of my rapidly emptying house and her message this morning was just to check in and see how I was doing.
She was such a sweetheart and I replied with a shrug emoji declaring that if sobbing over a pint of ice cream at 11am was normal then I was doing just fine. The phone rang a moment later and I sighed seeing her name pop up because the message wasn’t intended to make her feel guilty or anything, it was just genuine honesty. Still, I answered the phone, setting the pint of ice cream aside for a moment.
“It sounds like you need some baby cuddles.” Kayla stated, the sound of soft chatter coming through the line. “Why don’t you come over. Brayden wouldn’t mind seeing his favorite doctor.” She suggested.
“That’s sweet but I’ll be okay.” I assured her. “I don’t want to impose. I’m sure I can find something to do.”
“You’re not imposing.” Kayla insisted. “Me texting you at 2am with a breastfeeding question was imposing.” Her voice was teasing and I sighed softly remembering being up with my own newborn when she had a question about hers since Brian was on the road.
“Seriously.” She continued. “Come over, snuggle Brayden, and give my husband a second opinion on this bottle of wine he just got since I can’t drink.” She suggested. Sensing that she truly meant it, I sighed and agreed reluctantly telling her to send me the address.
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45 minutes later, I had cleaned myself up so it didn’t look like I had spent the last few hours sobbing. After putting on some light makeup, I had thrown on some black jeans, a striped long sleeve tee, and a tan pullover before deeming myself decent enough to head out.
Plugging the address in my phone’s gps, I drove over to Kayla and Brian’s neighborhood, parking down on the street in front of their house. It didn’t even register that there were approximately a half dozen cars spread between the driveway and the street already as I made my way up to the front door.
Kayla greeted me after just a minute and I gently teased that if I didn’t know better I wouldn’t believe she just had a baby as she let me inside. That made her smile, and as she guided me to the kitchen for a glass of wine I realized that there was a significant amount of noise coming from the living room. It wasn’t until she was murmuring for me to make myself comfortable that I realized the living room was occupied by almost a dozen Penguins players, football pregame on tv.
“Alright Muzz, you can give my baby back now.” Kayla declared half-joking, half-serious. As soon as the goalie handed the baby over, Kayla was crossing the room back to me and handing off the little boy who just snuggled into my chest as soon as he was placed there. “There...baby snuggles.” She murmured.
“Thanks.” I whispered, resting a hand over the infant’s back before taking a sip of wine feeling slightly uncomfortable as eyes slowly landed on me.
“Hey doc.” Brian greeted appearing from somewhere else in the house. “Let me know what you think of that wine, not sure if this brand is a keeper or not.” He stated simply portraying the feeling that I wasn’t at all anywhere I didn’t belong and that this was a normal occurrence. Nodding I promised to do so before just focusing back on the baby in my arms. The physician portion of my brain noted that he was doing well and had certainly been growing while the rest of me just found myself relaxing at the feeling of a baby’s steady breaths.
Most of the guys paid me no mind as the game started. Yet I felt one pair of eyes linger. As I stepped outside after handing Brayden off to feed just before halftime, a four legged companion joined me and I chuckled petting the Dumoulin’s dog Roo while sitting on the steps of their patio nursing my second glass of wine.
The patio door slid open and then shut before a body slid down next to me on the steps.
“So where are your foster kids?” A familiar voice asked and glancing over my eyes met those of the Penguins Captain.
“With another foster family, with their mother, and with their paternal grandmother.” I whispered, quickly taking another sip of the wine to try and push back another round of tears. “The sucky thing about being a foster mom is they always go away in the end.”
“I...I didn’t know.” Sid mumbled after a moment and I waved him off petting Roo and wiping at my eye with the back of my hand.
“I didn’t expect you to.” I stated simply.
“So that’s why…” Sid trailed off, stopping when I nodded.
“Baby cuddles to try and make everything better.” I shrugged. “To fill the three new cracks in my heart. It’s been a long time since I was childless.” I whispered. “I’ve been trying to recall when it was and I honestly can’t remember. I feel like it had to have happened at least a few times but I really can’t recall not having anyone since I became a foster mom in the first place.”
“How long is that?” Sid asked, tone softer now than it had been that day at the hospital.
“Two...almost three years. I applied to become a foster parent toward the end of my residency.”
“Can I ask how many?” Sid questioned.
“36.”
“In three years? That’s...wow.” Glancing over I could see the genuine shock on his face.
“I don’t know what the turnover rate is generally but I’m fairly certain my rate is higher than average. I get a lot of the drug addicted babies because of my skills and they’re generally only with me 2-3 weeks until it’s safe to move them into a more permanent placement, often with other family members.”
“How do you handle that?” He murmured, reaching down to pet Roo as well who had rolled over onto her back for belly rubs.
“Usually I just focus on my patients, on the kids that I do still have with me because they deserve all of my love and attention. This time? Crying over Ben and Jerry’s at 11am until Kayla insisted I come over.” A smile cracked Sid’s face and he apologized quickly declaring that this isn’t something to smile about.
“No it’s okay. You can find it amusing, I know it wasn’t the most healthy coping method.”
“Are you going to be okay?” He inquires softly.
“Yeah. Well, I should probably lay off the wine. Dumo has really good taste.” Sid’s eyes crinkled a little bit and he looked at me like be serious. “I will be. I mean it’s only a matter of time before I get the call that another child needs me.” I assured him. “I just...sometimes...days like this...they make me wonder whether I still want to do this, you know…”
“Go on…” Sid urged.
“I just...it’s so hard. Never knowing whether I’m going to wake up and have to say goodbye again. Constantly giving away pieces of my heart that I’ll never get back. Days like today make me just want to be a mom. Not a foster mom but a mom. To have my own kids who won’t be there one day and gone the next.”
“I get that feeling.” Sid murmured after a moment. “Not the ‘here one day gone the next’ part, but uh, wanting your own kids part, that I get.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke before dropping his hand back down to pet Roo, his fingers brushing against mine. Immediately my mind flashed back to the feeling of his hand wrapped around mine and I quickly pushed that aside.
“There you are!” Kayla exclaimed, popping her head out the door, her eyes shifting back and forth between you and Sid and noting how close you were sitting. “We just put out some food if you’re hungry and want something other than ice cream.” She grinned, dipping back inside looking like she was about to burst with what she just saw even if it was absolutely nothing.
When Sid stood he offered a hand out to help you up, murmuring for Roo to come inside and he’d see if he could find her a treat. The bulldog was eager for that and followed after him as you brushed yourself off and picked your wine glass up moving to rejoin the group.
Ridding of your buzz with some food and water and more baby snuggles you finally headed home with the feeling that there was something more to your conversation with Sid that you hadn’t put your finger on.
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august
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content warnings: some cursing? mentions of alcohol and drinking
word count: 5,189
Chapter 1
I’ve never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try.
He was the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. And I know that’s a cliche statement, but in this case, it was one hundred percent true. He walked past me with a gait that both intimidated and intrigued me. He walked as though he knew he would never falter, never trip, and never fall. He had a jawline that looked as if it were chiseled by Zeus himself. His curly brown hair fell right above his eyes, not completely masking his bold eyebrows. And his eyes. Oh my god, his eyes. The more I looked at them, the more I got lost. They were a deep hazel, with specks of green and gold, that could surely be seen from space. His hands were encapsulating, as if they had a magnetic force emitting from them, pulling me towards him. The way he briefly touched his beautiful lips with the tips of his fingertips did something to me I couldn’t explain.
I realized I was staring and quickly tried to pull my attention back to the book I was reading, but I continued to glance up at him. He walked by me, close enough that I could feel the slight breeze he caused to blow past me. It vaguely smelled like cedar, cotton, and- was that vanilla? I looked at him briefly before he walked completely out of my eyesight and let myself dream for a second. Who was that? And why have I never seen him before? Okay sure, campus is about 40,000 people large, but still. He was in my vicinity now, so surely he had a class around here.
Okay, that was enough daydreaming. I tried to inhale his scent once more before checking the time. My watch said 12:36 pm which meant that my next class was in twenty-four minutes. I spread myself out on the ground by the tree I was at and continued to read. Today was the first day of my Criminology class, so I wasn’t too nervous about getting any studying in beforehand. Plus, the class was huge, so I didn’t need to worry about getting called on to answer a question if I didn’t want to. I checked my phone before getting up and making my way to class. It was a beautiful day out, as if that boy- excuse me, man, I saw earlier created the perfect environment for him to walk in. The sun was shining but there were just enough clouds speckling the deep blue sky. The trees were a vibrant green, going perfectly with the freshly cut grass. It felt impossibly perfect, considering it was the middle of August. Shouldn’t it be excruciatingly hot? But no, the breeze felt perfect on my warm skin and didn’t cause a chill as I picked up the pace into the Behavioral Sciences Building.
As I walked through the glass door, I felt the chill of the AC hit me as soon as my foot graced the tile floor. It immediately sent a shiver down my spine, similar to the one I felt earlier when that immortal in human form glided past me. I felt myself lose focus and completely miss the elevator I planned on using. I shook it off and pretended like walking to the stairs was what I had intended all along. I opened the door to the corridor and began ascending the stairs that seemed to never end. I checked my watch one more time, to assure that I was still on time, and I was actually ahead of my own extremely strict schedule. As I reached the floor I needed, I took out my phone to scroll mindlessly while I waited for my professor. Of course, I was here before anyone else. My mom always told me “on time is late and early is on time,” so I always made sure to be early by her standards: at least fifteen minutes before any event was supposed to start. But not for parties. I promise I’m not that much of a nerd. Maybe.
Anyways, I took a seat in the third row, close enough that I could see the front without straining my eyes, but not so close that I would be able to eyefuck my professor throughout the lecture. Not that I would. But I’ve seen some try. I don’t understand why people have a professor kink, but to each their own I guess. I stuck my nose into my twitter feed and waited for time to pass. About thirty seconds later, I heard the door open. I expected to see another student, but instead I saw the God that had graced my presence earlier. I tried to stop my jaw from flying open, but I failed miserably. Trying to play it cool, I tucked my hair behind my ear and started to organize my things for class. I looked up at him, seeing that he was already, was he? Staring at me? But I managed a meek smile and basically whispered the word “Hi.” His mouth moved and he spoke the word “Hello” before taking a seat at the front of the class. This kid was the professor? What was I supposed to do? Not stare at him the whole class? I just decided to keep my head down and try to focus solely on moving around my things, whether purposeful or not.
About fifteen minutes passed and as more students strolled into the lecture hall, the man I am definitely not staring at, began to write his name on the large whiteboard at the front of the class. “Dr. Reid.” Hmm. Sounds pretty formal. I instantly began to wonder if he was going to be a hardass and to dread the drudgery that I may encounter throughout this semester. I was taking six classes with a course load that could make a grown man cry. Or in my case, a 19-year-old girl. I do my best to pay attention throughout the lecture, rather than staring at the beautiful man in front of me. The class’s material genuinely interested me, but I couldn’t get over the fact that this man, who I thought was a (gorgeous) student, was my professor. He looked too young to be a professor. Far too young to be a Doctor. How quickly was he able to get his degree? Or maybe I’m just terrible at guessing ages, which I usually am.
Before I got too lost in thought, I heard a firm voice come from the top of the room. “Hello everyone. My name is Dr. Spencer Reid and I will be your Criminology professor this semester. You can call me Spencer, Professor Reid, or Dr. Reid, I really don’t mind. Before we get started today, I want to tell you all a little bit about me.” He clears his throat and leans back on his desk, laid in perfectly in the center of the room, and I see his dress pants crease slightly. I shake myself in desperate need to pay attention to the words he was saying, rather than his legs, which I could only assume were as perfect as the rest of him. I tried not to aim my gaze around his waist but it seemed to land there all on its own.
“I have a full-time position at the FBI with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. They allow me time off on Mondays and Wednesdays to teach, which is how I’m here today” He chuckles lightly. “We work on serial cases and the occasional kidnapping case across the country. We use our knowledge of human behavior to analyze the serial killers we chase down. It helps us understand why they do what they do and what their next move might be. I’ve always found human behavior extremely interesting, which is what brought you all here today I hope.”
He walks around his desk and gathers a large stack of papers in his hands. Oh god, those hands. His fingers were long and slender, and his veins were so prominent, it should be illegal to have hands that attractive. I, once again, caught myself before he made his way down the middle of the row of seats, handing a small section of the papers to the student sitting at the end of each row. He made his way to the third row and handed me a portion of the papers. I took the stack from his hands and briefly looked up and found him looking right into my eyes. My breath hitched as I tried to focus myself and not fumble the papers everywhere. I collected myself and took a syllabus for myself and passed them down my row. Soon enough, I found myself looking back at him as he handed the rest of the syllabi out, hopefully not drawing attention to myself. He walked back down the steps and placed himself at the front of the lecture hall. “I understand that the majority of you will find it strange that I am handing out physical copies of the syllabus, but I have always preferred hard copies to digital ones, and I believe that should apply to students as well. In fact, direct mail requires twenty-one percent less cognitive effort to process than digital media, suggesting that it is both easier to understand and more memorable. Post-exposure memory tests validated what a cognitive load test revealed about direct mail’s memory encoding capabilities. When asked to cite the brand of an advertisement they had just seen, recall was seventy percent higher among participants who were exposed to a direct mail piece than a digital ad. Long story short, handwrite your notes.” A small wave of laughter settled over the class. I found myself smiling like a giddy schoolgirl, staring at Dr. Spencer Reid. How am I supposed to focus when he looks like that? I guess I’ll have to figure it out.
The rest of the class went smoothly. The handsome professor went over the syllabus and his expectations for us in his class. The clock struck 2 pm and I found myself writing down the reading assigned for tonight. Reading? Who assigns reading on the first day of classes? No matter, I read the beginning of our textbook ahead of time, so I didn’t find myself too worried. I stuffed my papers and my journal into my bookbag and tried not to stumble as I gathered my things to walk out of class. I walked past the man I had been trying, and failing, not to stare at for the entirety of the class period. I smiled a small smile and softly said “Thank you” as I walked out the door. He smiled back and waved softly as I melted into the hallway.
I had three classes on Mondays and I always tried to end my day as early as possible, so I walked back to my on-campus apartment; Criminology was my last class of the day. Yes, I start my day earlier than 8 am and I can probably be classified as certifiably insane. At least, according to my roommate’s standards. As I entered the cramped apartment, I found my roommate, Amber, asleep on the couch, a tv show playing softly on her laptop. I laughed at the sight of her, limbs everywhere and mouth agape, wondering how she could sleep like that in the middle of the day. It didn’t matter, she knew what worked best for her. She was one of the most accomplished people in our class. She majored in Political Science and International Studies and she seemed to ace every class with ease. I was in awe of her in that regard, as well as her ability to nap at any time and anywhere. We met each other last year in our Freshman Honors lecture and we had been attached at the hip ever since. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as close and safe with a person as I did Amber. I trusted her with all of my secrets and she trusted me with hers. I was extremely grateful to have her in my life.
Scoffing at Amber, I made my way to my bedroom and sat my stuff down in the corner of the room. I jumped onto my bed and began to scroll mindlessly on my phone. About fifteen minutes passed before Amber barged into my room. “Amber!” I jumped, embarrassingly startled by her entrance, “Jesus Christ, you scared the fuck out of me, I thought you were asleep.”
“I was,” she started, “but now I’m not. Funny how sleeping works like that.” I roll my eyes at her. “Anyways,” she continues, “I heard there was gonna be a big party tonight in honor of the first week of classes and I was thinking we would go!” She bounces on the balls of her feet, smiling innocently at me.
“Amber, you know I don’t really party” I say.
“I knowwwww but… I thought I could drag you out tonight?” She clasps her hands dramatically. “Please? I just want to have some fun with you before we’re both consumed by homework. Please? I’ll never ask you for anything ever again.” She smiles her stupid smile again.
“Okay fine, I give in.” I say and she jumps up and down.
“Thank you Y/N!! You won’t regret this!” She says as she exits my room. I sure hope not, I think to myself as she closes the door. I go back to scrolling on my phone before setting it down to take a nap before getting ready to go out tonight. I never stay up late so I needed to prepare myself if I was going to stay out all night. I know Amber will want to get drunk and party until at least 5 am, and I wasn’t about to abandon her just to get a good night’s sleep. This could be fun, right?
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I stare at myself in the mirror as I put on my tightest fitting dress. It was a red bodycon dress that I never felt especially confident in, but tonight I felt pretty good! I put on a pair of simple black heels to go with it. Normally I would wear something more practical, like shorts and a crop top, or something a little more moveable, but Amber insisted we go all out. “If this is the only party you’re going to this semester, you need to look your best! Why not?!” I couldn’t argue with her, she was right. I might as well look good, who knows, maybe I’ll meet someone tonight. I hadn’t had a real relationship since, well, ever. I was never one to put myself out there. I always focused on my studies and I worked part-time jobs whenever I could. Relationships and romance were never a top priority for me. Sure, it would be nice, but I could live without it. I had much more important things to tend to. Amber was helping me forget about all of those responsibilities tonight, which I admit, was a nice feeling. I sat down at my desk to finish my makeup and touch up my hair before I presented my look to Amber. I stood up, smoothed out my dress, and walked out of my bedroom, doing a dramatic twirl for her. “Ooooh, GIRL! You look hot!!!” She squealed and I smiled wide as I bounced over to her.
“So do you!! Bitch you always look good, how DARE you!” I said teasingly as I dramatically fawned over her. We grabbed our phones with our ID’s (real and fake) and some money tucked in the cases of them, not wanting to carry much else with us. I double-checked to make sure I had everything put away and everything with me that I needed. Amber stood in the doorway, checking her wrist as though she was checking the time, silently telling me to hurry up and that I was worrying over nothing. I sighed, “Okay, okay!” and ran out the door behind her. I triple-checked that we locked the door and followed Amber down the stairs of the apartment complex.
We made our way down to the lobby and out of the building’s front doors, the temperate climate and humid breeze hitting us as we walked to the edge of the street. Amber and I turned our heads to see our Uber approaching from the left and I double-checked to make sure that the car was definitely ours and that the driver inside matched the picture from the app. Amber always told me that I was too skeptical and cautious, but I don’t think that’s even possible, being a woman in the twenty-first century. An Uber driver could be a kidnapper or a serial killer, who knows! As soon as I verified the Uber’s identity, Amber climbed over to the far side of the car as I trailed behind her. I sat down on the covered seat and looked over as Amber gave the driver the location of the bar we were headed to. A feeling in my gut started to arise but I wasn’t sure what it was. Probably just nerves, I told myself as I took a few deep breaths and looked out the window. I tend to get nervous about almost any event, regardless of the severity of the situation. Amber asked the man sitting in front of us if she could play some music from her phone and he obliged. She proceeded to put on “Party in the U.S.A” by Miley Cyrus and I looked at her and grinned. This was always our going out song. We danced in the back of the car and sang obnoxiously loud in preparation for the night.
We finally arrived at the bar in which one of the biggest parties in the school was happening. Honestly, I’m more into house parties, but the only house parties here are the ones happening in frat houses and I am not down for getting drugged and harassed by rich, white, republican frat guys. We paid (and tipped) the Uber driver and made our way into the club. The line wasn’t long at all, considering most people had gotten there as early as socially acceptable to maximize their partying time. The bouncer let us through (thank GOD because I spent enough money on that fake ID) and we danced our way through the crowd and to the bar. We met up with a group of friends from our shared freshman year English 101 class and proceeded to get a round of tequila shots. One round turned into four and into ten. One could say I was officially wasted. I don’t normally party, but when I do, I party hard. Go hard or go home, right? Thanks to my not-completely-ruined inhibitions, I made my way to the bartender and asked for a large glass of water. “Party-pooper!” Amber slurred as she grabbed my shoulder for leverage.
“Hey! I just don’t wanna be super hungover tomorrow. It’s literally-” I hiccupped and giggled as I stared into Amber’s eyes, trying to gain some semblance of solidity in my footing, “It’s literally only Monday. I have three classes tomorrow and I always start my days earlier, you know this! I don’t wanna be drunk at my 8 am lecture!” I basically yelled at Amber’s face because the music and bass were so loud, I couldn’t hear my own thoughts.
“Okay, okay!” Amber shouted back at me, “Take a seat at the bar lame-o! I am gonna dance with that cute guy over there and maybeee you and I won’t be leaving together.” She pointed to a tall, blonde-haired man who was smiling and staring at Amber. She waved a flirty hand at him and started to walk away but her hand lingered on my shoulder.
“Amber!” I grabbed her wrist before she walked away, because I was not standing up right now. “Just… Be careful, okay? Text me if you do leave with him because I do not want anything happening to you. And I expect you to update me with texts with your location when you leave and if anything else happens okay? I love you, you know that right?” My fears were sobering me up quicker than the water was.
“I know! I love you too, silly. I promise I will be careful. I’ll make sure I know he is who he says he is before we leave and I won’t let him drive, we’ll take an Uber or something, okay? I don’t even know if I will leave with him, I was just thinking about it.” She paused for a second. “Thank you for caring about me, Y/N. I really do love you.” She smiled at me and I smiled back as she walked away to go dance with the handsome stranger across the floor.
My happy feelings dwindled for a moment as I sobered up and realized I was no longer a part of any group. Mine and Amber’s friend group had dispersed across the bar and the dancefloor, all trying to go home with someone. I would make that my mission too but frankly, I was too drunk to be completely aware of the goings on around me. I took out my phone and pulled up the Uber app, ready to go home. My plans changed when I looked around me and saw a familiar face at the very end of the bar. Dr. Reid? Why is he here? This bar is mainly occupied by college students, plus today was a huge party day, it didn’t make sense. Against my better judgement, I found myself standing up and walking towards him. I tried my hardest to walk straight and keep my eyes focused. I didn’t want to make my first real impression with him, one of me being blackout drunk. I downed the rest of my water before making my way to him. “Professor?” I questioned as he stared off into the distance.
“Oh! Hi. I’m sorry, what was your name again?” He asked nervously. Why did he seem nervous? I don’t think I ever told him my name. In fact, I barely think I even said hello.
“Oh, it’s Y/N.” I smiled at him. Normally, I would extend a hand to greet someone of authority, like him, but my hands were clammy and probably dirty from being in a bar like this. I hope he doesn’t think I’m weird. He looked down, expecting me to extend a hand as well, I assume. He looks back up and meets my eyes.
“It’s nice to officially meet you.” He says.
“You too.” I say and smile. We’re both quiet for a moment and I look around, trying to think of something to say. I’m so awkward. I take a deep breath, in hopes that it would spur a thought or initiate something to come out of my mouth, but it doesn’t.
“You look very nice.” He says and I come short of shaking my head in surprise.
“Thank you! My friend insisted we dress up tonight.” I laugh softly and smooth my dress down with my hands. Should I compliment him too? Would that be weird? “Um, if you don’t mind me asking,” I continue, “why are you out at a student bar tonight? I assume you knew about the party happening?” I don’t know where the confidence came from for me to ask him a question, but I was curious nonetheless.
“Um,” He chuckles and looks at the ground for a moment. “My friend and I were out with our coworkers and he insisted on coming here afterwards. I mentioned the parties that are thrown during the first week of classes and he couldn’t resist, I guess.” He nodded his head to point me in the direction of a very handsome man, dancing with a woman who couldn’t be much older than me.
I laugh and turn back to him. “Are you not the partying type, Dr. Reid?” I don’t know where these conversational skills were coming from. I had a hard time opening up to people my own age, much less authority figures.
“Not really. I mostly teach, work, and go home, to be quite honest.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Please, sit down, you don’t have to stand. I’m sure those shoes aren’t really meant for standing.”
“Thank you.” I laugh at his comment about my shoes. “Yeah, I wouldn’t say they’re the most comfortable pair I own.” I take the seat next to my professor. “And me too, for the most part. My friend kinda dragged me out here tonight.”
“And where’s your friend now?” He questions. I point to the far corner of the club, where Amber was grinding on the man she was telling me about earlier.
“She’s a little more outgoing than me.” I laugh and ask the bartender for another glass of water. I can tell he’s looking at me from the corner of my eye. Why does that make me so nervous? I instinctually start to bite the nails on my left hand. I barely noticed I had started doing that, so I didn’t expect my professor to notice it at all.
“Are you nervous?” He asks and I pull my nails away from my mouth.
“Um, I guess so? I don’t go out too often and new places and people tend to make me anxious, I guess.” I look down at the bar and the glass in my hands.
“I get that.” He says.
“Um, do you mind if I ask how old you are? I’m sorry if that’s a little bit out of nowhere, I just remember you introduced yourself as Doctor this morning in class, and I initially thought you couldn’t be much older than me.” My curiosity got the best of me, I suppose.
“Uh, I’m 28. I have three PhDs in chemistry, mathematics, and engineering.” He rattles the list off as if he says it every day.
“Woah, what are you, like a genius or something? How the hell did you get three PhDs before 28?” I cover my mouth almost immediately. “I’m sorry for cursing, I don’t know, is that not appropriate?” I blush and look down again.
He chuckles, “No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it. And I have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and I can read 20,000 words per minute so, yes, I guess technically, I am a genius.” He smiles at me and- is that a smirk I see?
My jaw practically flies open. “Wow, I guess I’ll have to try extra hard in class to impress you.” I find my courage again and look into his eyes. I almost immediately get lost in the swirls of gold and green. I find myself blushing again and somehow more words leave my mouth. “Would you, um, like to go talk outside? It’s really loud in here and my throat is getting sore.” I begin to stand up after he nods. I look for Amber and as soon as I make eye contact with her across the room, I mime typing on my phone as a signal for her to text me and that I’ll text her with whatever I’m doing. What am I doing? Am I going to talk to my professor and leave? Or am I going to leave with him? No, I can’t even think about that, that’s ridiculous. Whatever, Y/N, just worry about getting outside of the bar.
I push the heavy wooden door of the club open, exiting while Dr. Reid follows. I make my way towards the edge of the building, the music muffled by the walls. I lean up against the stone wall of the building and fiddle with my phone in my hands.
“Is this weird? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be blunt but, you’re my professor. Do you normally talk to students at bars or was this just a weird coincidence? Or is this not weird, considering we’re not too far apart in age, I guess, and I mean, we’re both adults, right? I’m sorry I’m rambling I just feel awkward I guess I’m not sure what to say, um…” I cut myself off and look away, trying to find solace in the air around me.
He laughs again. Why is his laugh so attractive? “No, I don’t think it’s weird. It’s nice to have a conversation every once in a while, even if it’s with a student. Even if it’s outside a college bar. I don’t find much time to talk about topics that aren’t serial killers or behavioral analysis.” I jump as he uses his hand to bring my face and my eyes back to his. What was that? “I’m sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean to startle you. I just don’t want you to feel nervous or like you can’t talk to me. I really do enjoy talking to students, and just other people in general. Most people don’t enjoy talking to me so it’s nice when I find someone that does.” He blushes. Wait, he blushed? Why are his cheeks turning red?
“Well, I enjoy a good conversation too. And it’s okay, I just didn’t expect you to touch me, I guess.” I pause for a second. “Why wouldn’t someone want to talk to you? You must have so much knowledge to share, being a genius and all.”
“I guess that’s why,” he begins, “people find my rambling to be annoying. I want to share the knowledge I have, but that’s not always what constitutes a good conversation in some people’s opinion.”
“Well, not in my opinion.” I say boldly. I feel sober but drunk at the same time. Sober me would definitely not be having this conversation in the first place. But I don’t feel drunk, I feel… grounded. And focused. But I feel tipsy, like this conversation is affecting me the same way as alcohol. Maybe I shouldn’t think too much about it. You’re blowing it, Y/N. Blowing what?
He smiles and looks down at the ground. I find myself reaching my arm out and placing a finger below his chin, gently nudging his head back up to look at me. He looks surprised. I quickly pull away and begin to play with my hands again. I check the time on my phone: 5 am. Has it really been four hours? It barely felt like fifteen minutes. “I should probably get going soon, I have class in, holy shit, three hours, and I would like to get at least a little sleep before then. It was really nice officially meeting you, Dr. Reid.” I begin to make my way back to the entrance of the bar to find Amber and get us both home.
“Please, call me Spencer.” He says and turns as I start walking away. I pause my movements.
“Okay. Spencer.” I smile and disappear into the bar.
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Omg. Requests are open. I'm so happy. Can I have rfa and minor trio helping their kid with math homework? Like these adult people vs. math. Thank you and have a nice day
RFA + Minor Trio helping their kid with Math
Hello my love! I love these kind of requests and I was so happy to write it! I hope you enjoy it! Tell me your opinion!
Jumin
,,Mommy…?’’ a young boy called through the penthouse, getting out of his room and walking towards the door of his parent’s bedroom.
Just when he was about to open the door, the boy’s father quickly stepped out.
,,Mommy is sleeping. She’s not feeling well, did something happen?’’ Jumin asked his son and took him in his arms.
Usually, his son would play alone in the afternoon for half an hour or do his homework and then spend some time with his family, but today he was pretty long alone in his room.
,,I need mommy,’’ he repeated.
,,I don’t understand Math,’’ the boy whimpered, tears in his eyes.
,,Daddy will help you since Mommy needs to rest. You will be a big brother soon, that’s why Mommy needs to sleep a lot,’’ Jumin told him and took his son and went into his room.
Jumin looked at the worksheets.
,,So, Mommy is in one room and I join, how many people are there?’’ Jumin asked him.
His son looked at him with panic.
But then the young father had an idea.
He got up and returned a few seconds later with a few sweets in his hand.
,,Here, have one,’’ he said and saw how happily his son took the candy.
,,Do you want to have this candy too?’’ he asked him then.
,,How many candies would you have had then?’’ he kept asking his son.
Finally, the young student understood the question and with his father he kept working on his homework.
Zen
,,MOOOOOOOMMMMMYYYYYY!’’ a little white haired girl ran through the house, her book in her hands.
,,Baby, psssst…’’ Zen quickly caught his sunshine and kissed her.
,,Mommy is trying to get Hana to sleep,’’ he explained and kissed his ten year old.
He then asked her if she wanted to show him anything.
He was surprised when she proudly showed him her homework. However, everything was wrong.
,,Come, baby, let’s go over it together,’’ Zen said and carried his princess into her room and sat next to her.
He first erased her wrong answers and then slowly asked her, ,,Imagine you have to count the number five, five times… take a piece of paper and draw five circles,’’ he told her.
She followed his instructions and then looked at him.
,,So, now we have to count them five times,’’ he explained.
,,One… two… three… twenty… twenty-one… twenty-five…?’’ she asked him, looking at him.
,,Right! Twenty-five!’’ he smiled and patted on her head.
He thought that it was kind of cute that her solution was fifty-five.
And so, father and daughter tried to solve all the problems together.
Yoosung
Yoosung looked at his daughter’s worksheet.
Since when did children have such difficult questions? He asked himself and tried to look up a tutorial to help his fifteen year old son.
,,Okay,’’ he mumbled and paused the video.
His son was unmotivated, bored, and depressed that he couldn’t solve that one question.
,,I got it, son. Together, we can do it!’’ Yoosung tried to stay positive.
Indeed, Yoosung could explain the task and didn’t even fail at finding a solution.
,,We have ten balls: two red, three white, and five blue. The probability of getting a blue ball is five to ten since we have ten balls in total and five balls which are blue,’’ he explained and drew a picture.
His son nodded as he began to understand what his father tried to tell him.
Half an hour later, they finally finished with the homework.
,,You were good! I will give you a cookie for your hard work!’’ Yoosung praised.
Since then, his son always asked his father for help when there was something that he didn’t understand in his homework.
,,I feel as if I am in school again,’’ he whined one night at you while you giggled.
Jaehee
,,Oh dear,’’ you sighted as you looked at the question over and over again.
You hated these kinds of questions.
You were just as depressed as your daughter.
Spending half an hour on a question with only three points, wasn’t the best start.
Luckily, Jaehee saw that both of you were helpless and quickly joined you on this beautiful Saturday afternoon.
,,So, you have these three lines and they are parallel, aren’t they?’’ she asked both of you and quickly could tell you what the task was about.
Indeed, this seemed to be pretty easy for Jaehee.
,,Okay, you will be in charge of math and I will take over everything else. Just don’t make me work on math ever again!’’ you laughed and got up, ready to go for a walk with your beautiful family after working on the hard question for such a long time.
Saeyoung
You expected Saeyoung to be good in math.
But you never thought that he would be that good.
You just spend half an hour on a single task, reading and reading the same question over and over again.
However, you didn’t understand anything.
Your twin girls looked at you.
,,Yesterday you said that mom knows everything,’’ one of your red haired angels told you.
You didn’t want to disappoint them, but for god’s sake, this single question was making you nervous.
It was as if someone would tell you that the sun is yellow and the house is green and ask you how long they took to build up the city.
,,I am home!’’ Saeyoung said after coming home, kissing his girl’s heads and your soft lips.
With a glance, he looked at the topic of his children’s homework.
,,I love this topic! LOLOL, this answer here is wrong,’’
And with that, you demanded that he explain the task to you, his children, and at some point, friends of his daughters.
And you were really glad that Saeyoung was by your side, supporting you as a wonderful father.
Saeran
Helpless.
This was the only thing Saeran felt when he looked at all the numbers of his daughter’s worksheet.
He gulped.
He was good at hacking and he was good at math, but this was totally bullshit.
He looked at the clock. You were still away for a few more hours.
,,Daddy, you don’t need to if you don’t get it either,’’ his little girl mumbled and was about to close the book and put away her stuff.
,,Don’t worry, I will try it again,’’ he whispered and read the task over and over again.
He tried to write down the most important information of the question and wrote them down.
Step by step, he tried to solve the mystery until he succeeded.
Finally, the solution seemed to be logical.
,,Now, step by step, that’s their question and here is what they give you,’’ he began to explain.
The both of them began to work on the three pages his daughter had as homework.
When you came home, a big smile was on your face.
You softly brushed Saeran’s cheek and kissed your daughter’s head as their sleeping faces laid over their hard work.
Jihyun
,,I wanna go to mommy,’’ Lucy said. A few tears dripped down on her book as she held the pen with a trembling hand.
,,I know, Lucy,’’ Jihyun began.
,,But first, we need to work on these tasks and then I promise that we can go to mommy and your little brother in the hospital, yes?’’ he asked his adopted girl.
The girl looked at him and nodded.
Jihyun knew that the relationship between mother and daughter was different, but he never knew that there could be such a big difference.
And so, the mint haired man sat next to his daughter and observed his daughter’s studies.
,,Lucy, are you sure that 365 divided 5 is 74?’’ Jihyun asked her.
She looked at him and all over again she made the same mistake.
,,Look,’’ he told her and took a pen in his hand and wrote down the question.
,,If you write down 365: 5, and you only take 36 : 5, you get the number…?’’ Jihyun waited.
,,Seven…?’’ she asked him.
Her father nodded.
,,So, we write down 365 : 5 = 7, but there isn’t a 36 in the multiplication of 5, right?’’
,,No, there’s just 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, and so on,’’ Lucy mumbled.
,,Perfect! So, below the 36 you write down 35. You subtract the numbers and take down the 15.
How often does 15 go into 5?’’ he asked.
Finally, Lucy understood what her father wanted to tell her and since then she calculated the problem his way.
Btw, it should look like that ( I sat 5 minutes at that question because I got confused)
365: 5 = 73
35
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15
15
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Vanderwood
You rubbed your temples and stroked your belly as your son kept crying.
Suddenly your husband stepped in, asking the both of you what was happening.
,,I…I can’t help him anymore, Vanderwood,’’ you began to sob.
Vanderwood patted your head and told you to go to rest since you were already eight months pregnant.
,,The hero of the day will explain the question to him,’’ he told you, trying to make you feel better.
As soon as you stepped out, Vanderwood asked his son if crying would make him intelligent.
,,No? Then stop sobbing. I’m here to help you,’’ Vanderwood said, muting his son in lighting speed.
,,Look,’’ he began.
,,If you draw a point here, here, here, and there, and connect them, it gives you this curve right?
So now we need to use X to find out the calculation for this point,’’ he went on.
,,Let’s calm down and search for an easy walkthrough,’’ Vanderwood told him.
Indeed, the both of them found a way and could easily work on all the questions that were left.
Vanderwood tried his best to teach his son so that he would do well in the exam, which was around the corner.
And even though you couldn’t support them mentally, you decided to bring over some snacks and help them in your own way.
This was really funny, I used my mother as an example. My dad never successfully taught me maths XD I always began to cry with him, lol and I still do because I HATE MATH!
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Prompt List
1: Person A is pregnant and is trying to get Person B to talk to the baby; Person B feels self-conscious, silly, ridiculous, etc. talking to A’s belly, and at first begins speaking jokingly, but soon gets very involved. Bonus points if A gets emotional.
2: Imagine person a of your otp is pregnant. they’re not very far along yet so they haven’t told person b. one night when a thinks b’s asleep they mumble something about what a great parent b will be.
3: Imagine Person A coming home from work only to find Person B and their kid(s) all cuddled up under a blanket fort, fast asleep [X]
4: Imagine person A of your OTP approaching person B really nervously to talk to them about something. B is unsure what to make of this until A finally comes out with what they wanted to talk about: they would like a child.
5: Imagine your OTP rushing to the hospital to see their niece/nephew being born.
6: Imagine your OTP’s child catching them dancing together like dorky parents.
7: Imagine that Person A is heavily pregnant and is laying on the couch. Person B comes and gives A a smooch on their belly, but at the exact spot and time where they kiss, the baby gives a huge kick. B is a little thrown off but they laugh and say, “That little shit just kicked me in the mouth!”
8: Imagine your OTP has a child. Now imagine that Person A of your OTP is being a complete dork in an attempt to make the usually sarcastic child laugh. The child then looks at Person B just shaking their head and saying “You married a dork, did you know that?”
9: Imagine your OTP welcoming a new baby. Person A would post lots of cute photos on social media gushing about how blessed they are and the exact times and weights, etc. and Person B would just post a photo of themselves holding the baby like ‘I spawned’.
10: Imagine your OTP snuggling in bed with their newborn baby between them.
11: Imagine your OTP picking out baby names
12: Imagine your OTP competing to get their baby to say “mama” or “dada” first and the baby ends up saying the dog’s name instead
13: Imagine half of your OTP carrying the sonogram around with them everywhere they go
14: Imagine your OTP hearing their baby giggle for the first time
15: Imagine your OTP spending their first Valentine’s day as parents
16: Imagine your OTP finding out they’re having twins
17: Person A of your OTP is up with the baby at night telling them how they met Person B while Person B listens quietly outside of the room
18: Imagine your otp taking their child trick-or-treating
19: Imagine half of your OTP finding the other half asleep with the baby asleep on their chest and stopping to take a picture
20: Imagine your OTP not being able to pull themselves away from their newborn’s side as they sleep
21: Imagine Person A of your OTP singing to their child as Person B secretly listens over the baby monitor.
22: Imagine person A of your OTP being put on bed rest and getting incredibly annoyed as person B waits on them hand and foot
23: Imagine Person A of your OTP telling Person B that they and their child are the best thing that has ever happened to them.
24: Imagine Person A of your OTP placing Person B’s hand on their stomach to feel their baby kick.
25: Imagine your OTP giving up on the chance to ever become parents, only to find out that Person A is pregnant.
26: Imagine your OTP reading their child a bedtime story.
27: Imagine your OTP telling their child that they’re going to have a younger sibling.
28: Imagine your otp seeing their baby for the first time. [X]
29: It’s New Years Eve, and your OTP has a baby. Friends/family/whoever come over to ring in the New Year. Early in the night, Person A puts the baby to sleep in their nursery, closing the door so the noise of the party doesn’t bother them. Close to midnight, the baby wakes up, and A goes to soothe them. Not wanting to miss getting a New Years kiss with their partner, Person B follows them up. At midnight, they have their New Years kiss with their baby in A’s arms, in the quiet of the nursery.
30: While Person A is doing ____ <insert some activity that usually happens before the magical moment of proposal> ready to propose, Person B decides that it’s a good time to drop the pregnancy bomb.
31: Write about the repercussions of an accidental pregnancy.
32: Your OTP cannot have a child between them biologically (for whatever reason!), and so Person A insists on adopting. Person B doesn’t want to adopt, but after much insistence, gives in. They go to see who they can adopt, and Person A is adamant that they adopt a baby. As soon as that baby is put into Person B’s arms, they melt and feel absolute love for this child.
33: Imagine your OTP’s child loving books, and reading them extremely fast. Person A makes them a promise that they’ll always buy them books as long as they’re a good kid, and ends up spending an abundance of money (much to Person B’s dismay)
34: Person A and Person B have finally decided that they feel ready and wanna try to have/adopt a child.
That emotional conversation was yesterday.
Today, Person A woke up and started making little dad jokes, saying little mom phrases, or being really parental in general.
Person B thinks it’s cute, of course. But after the third time Person A says “oops gonna move right on past ya” in the kitchen…. B is rethinking this whole “make my spouse/partner into a parent of my child” thing.
35: Some mornings, everything went absolutely according to plan, with a full bodied ease and smoothness. Other mornings, it was more like you’d been woken up by a two foot tall monster screaming twelve contradicting commands at you before collapsing to the floor because, no, there’s no such thing as a dinosaur waffle and Mommy doesn’t have the artistic skill to make one.
Today was definitely the latter.
36: “Woah woah woah, wait! You – you want a WHAT?”
“A kid, B, a kid. For God’s sake it’s not like I’m speaking Russian.”
37: “What the hell is that thing? Get it away from me!”
“Its just a baby?”
38: Imagine your OTP hours after they have welcomed their first child. Of course, they’re still at the hospital. Person A is asleep. Person B has some alone time with the baby. They didn’t allow themselves to cry or become very “sappy” earlier, but now that their partner is asleep, they don’t care. They let it all out.
Bonus: Person A is awake the whole time and hears everything, but pretends they are asleep. Whether or not they bring it up later is up to you.
39: “I’m a little scared, but overall? Excited.”
40: “Hey, come feel my stomach! They’re kicking.”
41: “We’ve been fighting over the wall colors for two days now. I want to make some sort of alien world on the walls, but they said that’s too much work. It’d be worth it.”
42: “So far, the only names I can think of just aren’t good enough.”
43: “Of course the first thing that turned out positive in my life would be a pregnancy test.”
44: Prompt: Imagine person A of your OTP is pregnant and having to put up with some kicks and squirms from the baby which are rather bothersome to A. B then sings to the baby which seems to calm it down or rather lull it to sleep.
45: “Let’s have a baby.”
46: Person A tries to think of an excuse as to why they aren’t drinking without letting Person B know that they are pregnant.
47: Write something that begins with a positive pregnancy test.
48:“This is your fault.”
49: “Take responsibility.”
50: One party finds out they’re pregnant while the other party is away/captured/missing. [X]
51: Sitting on the floor of a public bathroom holding a positive pregnancy test.
52: Denying they’re pregnant until they pass out (what from, you decide).
53: Hiding pregnancy from the other partner.
54: “Remember how I said I didn’t want kids?”
55: “I didn’t think we’d ever do it.”
56: “My parents are gonna be so happy.”
57: “My parents are gonna kill me.”
58: “I told Mom/Dad I’m pregnant, they kicked me out.”
59: “Do you think it’ll be a boy, or a girl?”
60: Baby kicks for the first time.
61: Discussing baby names.
62: Cuddling.
63: “You’re not fat, you’re pregnant, and even if you were fat, I don’t care. I love you.”
64: “I dunno if I’ll be a good Mom/Dad.”
65: “I’m emotional and pregnant, leave me alone.”
66: “Get them to settle down in there, will you?”
67: “Baby’s coming, now.”
68: “Don’t let go of my hand, okay?”
69: “You’re not going anywhere.”
70: “I can’t do this.”
71: “I’m so tired.”
72: A long and difficult labor, with a good or bad end.
73: “I’m going to kill you if you do this to me again.”
74: Parents relaxing with their newborn(s)/looking at them in awe.
75: “I will always protect you.”
76: “You can do this.”
77: Over the years, our relationship had evolved more than I could have ever imagined. We had started off as two dumb kids stumbling through adulthood together, sharing laughter and shouting matches. But now we had grown, still young at heart but well settled into the world around us. Things were placid and yet never boring with them. I wanted nothing more than to spend my days together forever.
Finally, I worked up the courage to buy them a ring.
78: A:*holding up marriage certificate* this is a legal contract that says you have to love me.
B:*smirking*what are the consequences?
*Nsfw or playfight ensues* [X]
79: Your OTP being really in love even when they are old , doing stuff that young couples do like having dates at different restaurants , staying up all night , talking about the sweet and the sour, some PDA like holding hands and kissing . Their children telling them about the fact that they are not young anymore but they don’t care .
80: Person A: you know what B? I am going to marry you one day.
Person B: *flattered, awkward, and sarcastic bc they're unsure of how to respond* heh— you’ll have to fight for my honor first.
Person A: okay!
Person B: ⚆ _ ⚆ wait what
81: But a soulmate au where markings blossom at the place they first touch you. It starts with a little prick, like a bug bite or a needle and this beautiful dark ink swirls around your arm after some stranger pushed past you. A static zap ricochets across your shoulder blades as that idiot you see around sometimes shoves you by your back, pale blue curves look like wings across your back. Then can you imagine the other person? That idiot having both his hands absolutely covered in this baby blue filigree, the other stranger with navy scrawled across their lower bicep and trailing down their inner forearm, just ugh like somebody with whimsical purple running up their finger but for gods sake, they just wanted a pen.
82: “Dear god, you’re beautiful.”
“No need to sound quite so surprised, we’ve only been married for the last decade.”
83: Imagine a soulmate au where whenever your soulmate listens to music, you can hear it too and the only way you can find them is when the music they’re listening to gets louder the closer you are to them.
84: Imagine a soulmate au where you can taste the things that they are eating or drinking and the only way you can find them is to find the places that serve that same kind of food or drink they’re eating/drinking.
85: Imagine a soulmate au where the heart in your chest is your soulmate’s and you can feel whatever they’re currently feeling and the only way you can find them is when it stops beating. Kind of like taking the “When I first met you, I swear I could feel my heart stop beating” literally.
86: Imagine a soulmate au where your level of talent at a hobby determines on how close you are to your soulmate.
87: Imagine a soulmate au where your dreams are a mixture of your soulmate’s past and present memories and the only way you know that you’ve met them is when you see yourself.
88: Imagine a soulmate au where everyone is given a book at birth with no pages in it and the only way the pages begin to magically appear is when they are finally born. Each chapter is linked to your soulmate’s age and the pages within that chapter represent a day of their life with a small collection of things that they have said throughout the day. The only way you will know that you’ve met your soulmate is when the pages stop appearing and the last thing that was said on the last page is actually the first word or sentence that they said to you.
89: Imagine a soulmate au where you’re given a necklace that changes to the colors of what they’re currently feeling and the temperature is linked to how close you are to them. For example, nothing being very far away, cold being closer, and warm being they’re right in front of you. But, whenever they take the necklace off of them, the connection is lost and you won’t know what they’re feeling or if you’ve even met each other.
90: the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time
91: your soulmate’s initials are imprinted in your skin of your hand at birth and the letters burn more intensely as the day you meet them grows closer
92: you’ve only ever seen your soulmate in your dreams but you can never remember what they look like, the imaginary life you have with them picks up wherever it leaves off when you fall asleep again. but the dreams stop after you meet them, but you have no way of know who they are because you still can’t remember their face
93: your soulmate’s hair color is the color of your eyes. the color of your eyes also changes to match the color of their hair if they dye it
94: you think you have a sleepwalking problem but it’s really just the universe trying to bring you to your soulmate when your mind is disengaged
95: you’ve been sketching your soulmate’s face since you were old enough to pick up a pencil, the drawings become more realistic through the years as the day you meet comes near
96: you’re born with a band of your soulmate’s skin color tattooed in your skin
97: all of your dreams are your soulmate’s most significant memories from that given day
98:“Have I told you recently that you’re utterly gorgeous?”
“No,” they hummed, eyes soft and lips curled with amusement. “Remind me.”
99: Tol is reading a book and Smol is trying to get their attention
100: Smol has trouble reaching something on the top shelf so Tol has to help them
101: Smol/Tol is obsessed with Smol/Tol’s hands because of the size difference
102: Smol sometimes gets mistaken for a child and gets defensive so Tol has to calm them down
103: Tol and Smol have a habit of writing “Tol” and “Smol” on each other’s papers
104: Tol and Smol have a lot of the same classes and whenever Smol is sad, Tol gives them piggyback rides from class to class
105: Tol gets asked out a lot when Smol goes with them to bars so whenever a person flirts with Tol, Smol gets defensive and is ready to fight
106: Tol is always coming up behind Smol and kissing their head, hugging their waist, covering their eyes, etc. and despite it having started months (or years) ago, it still always surprises Smol
107: Tol is hogging the blankets, so Smol tries to roll them over, but after many failures, Smol just snuggles closer.
108: Smol tosses and turns in their sleep and usually ends up rolled up in the covers, leaving Tol in the cold, but Tol just smiles and cuddles their happy lil sushi roll
109: Smol has sleep problems and Tol tries to stay awake with them most nights and they soon run out of things to do, so they decide to try 2 AM baking
110: Tol is a kind, gentle sweetheart, and Smol is their adorable little ball of fire
111: Tol and Smol are dancing and Tol makes a joke about Smol’s size so Smol retaliates by pulling Toll down to their height and teasing them about being stronger [X]
112: Tol helps Smol clean their closet and starts flipping their shit over how tiny Smol’s clothes are. Bonus points if Tol calls Smol their “Little doll”
113: “You should totally pretend to propose to me,” their best friend said. “We can see if someone in the restaurant gives us free drinks. People love it when stuff like that happens.”
My stomach flipped. I couldn’t even say I liked you, let alone propose - fake or not. “Why am I the one proposing? You do it. It was your idea.”
114: “Everyone thinks we’re a couple.”
“I know.”
“You know? It doesn’t bother you?”
“Should it? Does it bother you? I mean, personally I think I could do worse as far as fake lovers go, but…”
115: “Look, attending prom without knowing how to dance was tragic the first time. I just can’t let you face that humiliation twice.”
“Thanks.”
The other held out a hand, a small smile on their lips. “Don’t worry, I’m a good teacher. Everyone says so.”
They stifled a laugh.
116: “You’re ok, right? You’re not hurt?!”
“No, no, no, I’m fine! Totally fine, no, no, I’m fine.”
“Really? Because you’re repeating your words, you look pale, and you look like you’re about to topple over.”
“Yeah, you might wanna catch me.”
117: PALM KISSING.
118: Sitting next to someone, hands in one’s lap, leaning against them and kissing their shoulder
119: “The eyelid kiss is said to produce a unique sensation of an un-wordly nature, running from the base of the spine to the knees”
120: A kiss on the temple
121: Laying opposite directions on a couch, or with someone’s legs in their lap, kissing the knees or shins
122: Randomly while holding hands bringing joined hands together to kiss the back of the hand
123: Topless and face-down, a kiss on the shoulder blade [X]
124: The playful kiss on the tip of the nose
125 Laying on someone’s chest and kissing their sternum
126: Kissing the crown of the head
127: A kiss on the inside of the wrist
128: Behind someone who’s sitting down, leaning over to kiss the forehead (and potentially block their eyesight with hair falling in their face)
129: Kissing scars either shortly or long after they’ve healed
130: Standing behind someone, hugging them around the arms or the waist, and kissing the top edge of the shoulder
131: Kissing someone to stop them blurting out a secret/something they’ll regret
132: “Sorry, give me a sec-” they scrounged up their notes. Their hand trembled. “I wrote it down so this wouldn’t come out wrong. Sorry.”
“You’re not dying, are you?” the best friend sounded worried.
“What - no? No, I’m not dying. Nobody’s dying. Well, someone probably is. Every six seconds and all that but - no one we know. That I know about.”
“It’s really, really cute when you start rambling.”
They lost track of their notes a second time. Their skin went hot. “What?”
“Will you go out with me?”
“Did you just read my notes upside down?”
133: I kissed you like you were the centre of my gravity, everything in me drawn, falling falling falling always falling for you. A hand on the back of my neck, a dizzied breath as your thumb brushed an exposed slice of skin at my hip and then crept and settled upwards, warm and steady. Breathless, tentative, abruptly shy as our panting breaths chased the silence. Our eyes met. Yours - soft, a promise that if I fell I would always be caught. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.
“Hey, you.” And then you kissed me again.
134:They started to creep out of bed, heart pounding, thoughts fogging their brain. Their friend flung out an arm without opening their eyes, catching them around the waist and reeling them back in. Their friend pressed a kiss to their neck. “Easy,” their friend murmured. “You don’t need to panic, it’s fine. Talk to me.”
135: “It’s funny, isn’t it.” They kept their eyes on their best friend’s hand, trailing idle patterns because it was easier than looking at their expression. “That we both knew, but never said anything.”
“Never felt like it needed saying.” Their friend’s gaze was intent, and a finger teased over their lip, feather-light. “Would you like me to say it now?”
136: “I love you.”
“Ew, gross.”
“We’re married!”
Their partner grinned at them fondly and leaned in for a kiss.
“Ew.” Came the flat, secretly amused, nose wrinkled reply. “Gross.”
137: “I really want to kiss you right now”
“Then do it”
138: “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“That depends on if it’s working or not,” they replied with a lazy grin. Their head tilted, and they wet their lips a little nervously. “Is it?”
139: Baby, it’s cold outside: Things don’t go too well for both muse A and B when they decide to go on a little vacation together. Resting in a cabin together, our muses wake up to find out that - they can’t leave? During their slumber, a snow-storm had hit and blocked both the windows and doors, locking them inside! Do they stay positive about this situation and keep warm inside? Or do they try and find a way to somehow escape?
140: A spoonful of sugar: Catching a high fever, Muse A is too sick to even move from their bed. Muse B, worries about the other makes their way to their house only to see what horrible condition they are in! Ignoring the stubbornness of Muse A who insists they’re fine, Muse B is now determined to nurse them back to good health! Blankets, Ice-packs, warm soup in bed… anything that’ll get them back on their feet and well again.
141: Handful of flour: Muse A and Muse B decide to bake sweets in the kitchen! Muse A asks Muse B to get some flour from the cabinet, but instead of delivering it to them they instead take a handful and throw it right at Muse A - to which Muse A respond by throwing a handful right back at them!
142: Rain Rain, Go away; While Muse A is at Muse B’s house, a thunderstorm soon sweeps in and ruins their peaceful day together. Now this wouldn’t be a problem because their indoors; but Muse A is terrified of thunderstorms. The storm only escalates to the point where the power turns off, leaving them in the darkness and and surrounded by the loud clashes of thunder. Muse A begins panicking, and it’s up to Muse B to keep them calm and get their mind off of what is going on until the storm passes.
143: What happened?: Muse A and Muse B wake up after a long night of partying in bed naked with no memory of what happened the night before.
144: “Everyone thinks we’re a couple.”
“Well, we did sleep together.”
“Yes -literally. As in, just sleeping!”
“I’m wondering if your horror should insult me.”
“I - what - no -”
“-I enjoyed sleeping with you.”
“You find this far too funny.”
“Maybe I’m just flattered.”
And with that, they were speechless.
145: “Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”
146: “Your smile is beyond gorgeous… please, keep doing it.”
147: “Whenever we’re together, I feel at home.”
148: “Will you say you love me? Pleeease?”
149: “Wait, don’t go! Can’t you stay the night?”
150: “Wow - you look… amazing.”
151: “*Puts hands over eyes from behind* Guess whooo?”
152: “I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”
153: “I want to go on a date! I demand it!”
154: “We just met, this is crazy, I’m referencing a song… but call me maybe?”
155: “What? No! I wasn’t staring… I-I was looking at something behind you!”
156: “Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!”
157: “It’s been a long day… here, let me give you a massage.”
158: “Is it alright if I call you princess?”
159: “It’s not like I like you or anything! … Okay, well- maybe I do.”
160: “I think your perfect. Even with your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”
161: “That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?”
162: “What? No. I wasn’t aiming for your hand. I was reaching for the, uh- popcorn.”
163: I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth
164: We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other
165: I just told you I liked you but now I’m shy and say “never mind, forget it” and why are you looking at me like that?
166: We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair
167: It’s time to fight the boss and if I don’t tell you now, I might not live to tell you
168: Congratulations! One of your dreams has finally come true. Let me give you a big hug and wow, you’re warm…
169: Imagine your OTP with their new baby/babies. [X]
170: Oh, my God, I thought you were going to die. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.
171: We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine.
172: Wait, my hero’s secret identity is… you? To be honest, I’d always kind of hoped…
173: You’ve said you’re going to leave, but I don’t want you to go and if I don’t say something now…
174: We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way
175: This wasn’t meant to be a date, but we’ve had such a good time and now it’s 2 a.m. and I should really go home…
176: Making the bed together
177: Tying his tie
178: Him/Her zipping your dress
179: Dropping hints so he'll give you his jacket
180: Watching sitcoms together
181: Being stuck at their house during a blizzard
182: Reading together by the fire
183: Building a fort together
184: Hold hands
185: Watching the classics
186: Slow dancing in the living room
187: Baking together
188: Passing notes in class
189: Borrowing his gloves and them being way too big
190: Take walks
191: Go on a picnic in the park
192: Drive through the city at night
193: Go on a road trip
194: Give each other handmade gifts
195: Go on a romantic vacation together
196: Sleep on a trampoline with blankets and pillows
197: Take a nap together
198: Go on a photography adventure
199: Play video games together
200: Have a beach date
201: Take a train somewhere
202: Spend a day in character as whomever the other chooses
203: Write sappy poems for each other
204: Clean together
205: Watch each other's favourite movies
206: Rent a tiny rowboat on a small pond and read sappy poetry to each other
207: Go to an amusement park together
208: Surprise each other with breakfast in bed
209: Go shopping together
210: Do art together
211: Play/Kiss in the rain
212: Take a steamy shower together
213: Take a soothing bubble bath together
214: Make traditions
215: Cuddle
216: Go to the movies
217: Pick outfits for each other
218: Sneak pictures of each other
219: Make bets together
220: Go on fancy dinner dates
221: Do couples' challenges together
222: Fall asleep together [X]
223: "See, I knew you'd be good with her."
224: Celebrate holidays together
225: "She makes me happier than anything I've ever known, and if I can have a part in making her happy again, that's all I want to do. That's all I want to do for the rest of my life."
226: “You have something in your hair - let me get it for you.”
227: “Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn’t help but stare at you.”
228: “Um, would it be okay if I held your hand?”
229: “Shut up and kiss me already.”
230: “You’re the most important person in my life.”
231: “Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”
232:“I’m not much of a chef, but… I really hope you like this.”
233:“Sorry for calling so late - I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
234: “I need you more than you need me.”
235: “I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want.”
236: “I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.”
237: “The truth is… I love you.”
238: “You like me more than you like them, right? Right?”
239: “Be mine. Please.”
240: “I am who I am because of you.”
241: “It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.”
242: “Wait, don’t pull away - I want to hug you for awhile longer.”
243: “Ah- I adore your laugh.”
244: “Stop that, it tickles!”
245: “Ouch, I bit my lip… kiss it better?”
246: “I don’t want to get up… I’m so warm beside you.”
247: “You’re so intoxicating to me.”
248: “Your eyes are amazing… do you know that?”
249: “You’re just so wonderful.”
250: “S-Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me blush…”
251: “Are you tired? Rest in your head in my lap.”
252: “You, Me, Order In, Netflix… waddya say?”
253: “I want to be more than just friends with you.”
254: Person A and Person B are decorating a gingerbread house when Person A accidentally breaks a piece causing the house to collapse. Person A is really sad and afraid that Person B will be mad at them but Person B has the idea to turn it into a post-apocalyptic gingerbread house so they work together to strategically destroy it even more.
255: Person A and Person B were supposed to go out for a date but a snow storm hits and they get snowed in. Person A is really sad about it so Person B builds them a blanket fort so they can spend the evening snuggling and watching Christmas movies together.
256: Stay together.
257: "They grow up so fast..."
258: I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved.
259: Imagine your OTP coming up with a list of names for their children.
Bonus: when one of their children comes out as trans, they happily hand their child the list and say “here, in case you want inspiration”
260: Imagine A is planning a surprise birthday party for B, but when the day of the party comes and people start showing up, A realizes that instead of sending 30 invitations to B’s work office, they sent 30 invitations to a biker gang. So now A, C, D and E are running around town trying desperately to find a present good enough for B to still have a good birthday.
BONUS: A, C, D and E get home to find B partying it up with the bikers and having a great time
DOUBLE BONUS: when A decide to have kids, all of the bikers show up to their baby shower/push party, super excited to meet their baby/babies
261: The otp is at a party, A goes around giving hugs and kisses to all their friends and when they get to B. They whisper "Merry christmas" and give B a kiss on the lips. A then kisses their sleeping baby in B's arms whispering merry christmas.
262: “Honey, when the hell did you teach the fucking baby to swear?!” “I didn’t, sweetie” “Oh yeah, I’m fucking sure she invented all those hecking swear words”
263: Imagine Person A, the shorter member of your OTP, is pregnant. They were already having difficulties reaching things, but now reaching for things is nearly impossible, so Person B has to do a lot of retrieving of objects for Person A
264: Person A finds a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom garbage and flips out before going to find Person B, who sheepishly tells A that they didn’t know how to tell them the news.
265: Imagine your otp in the hospital because one of their family friends is having a baby. Does the situation make them want kids, or does it make them perfectly satisfied staying a duo?
266: Person A gets stopped in the shop because they’re (number of months) pregnant. The guards think that they’re shoplifting and Person B gets really angry and starts shouting about how they should know that Person A is pregnant.
267: Imagine person A of your OTP discovering they're pregnant by accident and not being afraid to reveal it to person B because they deeply love and trust person B not to spite them or leave them for being pregnant. (Because I see too many OTP prompts where the OTP is distrustful and scared of revealing such)
269: Your otp have a small child. Who runs around the toy stores suggesting “they would love this! Look at the buttons?!”, who knows that their baby is too young for such a toy, but a certain someone is apparently not too old.
269: Imagine your OTP going to adopt a child the day before thanksgiving.
Bonus: On thanksgiving, when the child is asked what they are thankful for, they respond by saying, “you two”, or something similar.
Bonus 2: B ends up in tears and A and the kid have to calm them down.
270: Write a story made up of journal entries.
Person C is the child of A and B. They’re going through relationship problems (as a teen or adult) and find a journal waiting for them from Parent A. The journal is the rough story of all the good and bad that took place between A and B. How they met, dated, broke up, then reconnected and fell back in love, told in A’s POV.
Bonus: C sends/gives the book back when their done reading it and B had no idea about it. B reads it and realizes just how much they went through with A.
How this ends is up to you.
271: Imagine person a hiding a wedding ring in an easter egg, expecting person b to find it but, instead a child finds it
272: Imagine Person A being hopelessly in love with Person B. They write a song for Person B.
273: Imagine your OTP going to a party together. They spend the whole night holding hands.
274: Imagine your OTP on a kiss cam.
275: Imagine Person A coming out to their parents, but it doesn’t go well. Person B hears about it and yells at A’s parents.
276: Imagine Person A (the innocent one) saying something sexual and Person B (the not so innocent one) gasping and lightly hitting their shoulder, telling them to watch their mouth.
277: “___, will you marry me?”
278: “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
279: “I always thought marriage was a dead end, but…with you, I think it’s worth a shot.”
280: “There’s something I want to ask you.”
281: “Remember that time when [significant moment]? It got me thinking…”
282: “I hate people. Except for you. So…be with me forever?”
283: “You’re all I need.”
284: “I know you’re mad at me right now, but I can’t wait any longer.”
285: “I’ve been carrying this around for months, waiting for the right moment. And I’ll tell you: there is no right moment. So I’m just going to ask you right now.”
286: “You made me a better person. And I want you to keep showing me things for the rest of our lives.”
287: “Let’s run away together.”
288: "It’s rather inconvenient that the coffee shop where they’re having their date is one comfy chair short of how many are in their group.
The obvious solution, of course, is for Person A (the one too slow to grab a seat) to sit on someone’s lap. But now, it seems the others are all arguing about who gets to hold A.
It’s a very nice argument to witness, at least to A, but an argument all the same."
289: "We're teachers and our students keep getting in trouble and causing general mayhem to try to get us together so let's just pretend to date so they stop doing that and whoops I think I kind of like you now"
290: Person A: “Why do I get the feeling that you’re about to tell me something I really don’t want to hear?”
Person B: “….Experience?”
291: Starting a friends with benefits relationship with your roommate quickly blurs some lines…
292: There are love letters coming in the mail but with nothing written on the outside, not even a name, so I always give them to you, because I just assume they’re for you because I think I’ve seen you holding one of the envelopes before and you’re the kind of person that has a secret admirer, definitely not me…
293: Person A sneaking things into the cart when Person B isn’t looking.
294: Person A and Person B losing each other in a store and trying to find each other.
295: Person A laughing at Person B because they spent more money at the food court than they did in any of the stores all day.
296: “Did you sleep last night? At all?”
297: “You don’t get to say anything to me!”
298: “Excuse me?”
299: “How is this my fault?”
300: “I don’t want to talk to you.”
301: “Move out of my way before I make you.”
302: “That isn’t an option.”
303: “You aren’t going anywhere.”
304: “You aren’t the boss of me.”
305: “What gives you the right?”
306: “Do that again and you’ll regret it.”
307: “Leave me alone!”
308: “I don’t care.”
309: “Come back here right now!”
310: “Go. You go and don’t even think about coming back here.”
311: “Do I make myself clear?”
312: “Control your anger or you’ll have me to worry about.”
313: “What did you just say to me?”
314: “I didn’t ask you to do that!”
315: “Get away from me!”
316: “Let go of me.”
317: “You’re such a dork.”
318: “Get over here, you doof.”
319: “Cheeky.”
320: “You’re so needy.”
321: “Kiss me again.”
322: “You’re so adorable!”
323: “Look at you… Goodness, you’re so cute.”
324: “I’m just so happy!”
325: “I can’t stop smiling.”
326: “I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt.”
327: “You are being extra sweet today.”
328: “Oh, look at you!”
329: “Your eyes are so pretty.”
330: “I’m really happy that you’re here with me.”
331: “Thank you for staying with me.”
332: “I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone this much before.”
333: “I feel like I’m in the clouds when I’m with you.”
334: “You’re like my heroine.”
335: “I’m gonna tickle you if you don’t come over here.”
336: “My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature.”
337: Person A: “How good of a mood are you in right now?”
Person B: “…..What did you do?”
338: “Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”
339: “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”
340: “Have you seen my hoodie?” “Noo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
341: “OH you’re jealous!”
342: “Can we stay like this forever?”
343: “Please just kiss me already.”
344: “I think you might be my soulmate.”
345: “Sleep over? Please?”
346: “Are we on a date right now?”
347: “I think I’m in love with you.”
348: “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
349: “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
350: “I wish we could live together already.”
351: “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
352: “I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”
353: “You take my breath away,” “…” “y’know, like the song haha”
354: “Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”
355: “But I’ve never told you that before.”
356: “Give me attention.”
357: “How is my wife more badass than me?”
358: “It’s your turn to make dinner.”
359: “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
360: “That was kind of hot.”
361: Good morning kiss
362: Kiss on the forehead
363: Kiss on the nose
364: Kiss on the neck
365: Kiss on the back
366: Exhausted parents kiss
367: Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss
368: Before Bed kiss
369: In Secret kiss
370: Public kiss
371: Against a wall kiss
372: When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead
373: Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up
374: Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing
375: Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing
Top Of Head Kisses
376: Person A: “Did I ever mean anything to you?… Or was all of it a lie?”
Person B: “Everything I told you, everything you think you know about me, is a lie… But I never lied about my feelings for you.”
377: “Get out!”
“Please let me explain.”
“Out!”
378: “You and me, together. We’re unbeatable. We can go against all odds and come out on top.”
379: “Is it wrong for me to wish that they never grow up and I can keep my baby forever?”
“I kind of want that too.”
380: “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I am just… speechless. You look beautiful.”
381: “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”
382: Person A: “I cannot put into words, just how much I want to stab him, right now.”
Person B: “……You could always draw a diagram.”
383: Concept: You can share senses with your soulmate.
384: Person A: “No ones ever brought me flowers before….”
Person B: “Do you not like them?”
Person A: “….I love them, thank you.”
385: Warm sunlight through a glass, sitting in the passenger seat, idle chatter, and passing greenery.
386: Person A: “……I wasn’t sure you’d come.”
Person B: “You should know by now, that I don’t care what anybody else thinks. I’ll always be on your side.”
387: Person A: ”There are easier ways of doing this, you know?”
Person B: “Yeah, but none of them are quite as fun, are they?”
388: “I’ve been pining after you for two years and you never even noticed.”
389: “Some things just take time.”
390: “Do you regret it?"
391: “Tell me this one thing and I’ll leave you alone.”
392: “I deserve whatever punishment you will give me.”
393: Person A: “Have I told you, I love you, lately?”
Person B: “You could always tell me again.”
394: Watching them sleep in the early morning.
395: Video calling them because they miss them.
396: Calling them during a panic attack, having them rush over to sooth them.
397: Person A: “What’s your most precious memory?”
Person B: “.....Honestly? That time when we sat in that shitty little car park late at night, eating those disgusting chips from the petrol station with the broken sign.”
Person A: “.....Seriously? Why?”
Person B: “Because that was the first time I ever saw you smile for real.”
398: Having their baby, being completely over-protective of them.
399: Stealing their clothes, wearing them just to tease them.
400: Taking s/o to meet parents.
401: Coming to their aid after a nightmare.
402:Movie date, being slick and wrapping an arm over them during the middle of the movie.
403: Dropping them off at their house after date and kissing them goodnight.
404: Dancing/pumping their fist in the air in excitement because they finally kissed them.
405: Taking them to see a waterfall.
406: Waiting outside their door all night because they had a fight.
407: Painting them/drawing them while they sleep/pose for them.
408: Domestic life; helping them with their tie, their hair, handing them coffee before they leave for work.
409: Wrapped up in a sheet after a drunken night, flustered and trying to find their clothes while they watch you amusingly.
410: Waking up to them making you breakfast while half-naked.
411: Hands brushing against theirs in a moment of seriousness, unable to keep the smile from breaking out across their face.
412: Being utterly touch starved and too shy to ask to be held, so they resolve to brushing their fingers against a part of s/o’s skin, etc.
413: Being the overly protective one during the pregnancy, doing everything for their s/o.
414: "It's two in the morning, I'm drunk and need some goddamn french fries so open your goddamn door."
415: “Well, if you want my opinion -”
“We really don’t.”
416: Person A needs to leave for work, but Person B is hugging them from behind and just standing there. They can’t leave them.
417: “Fuck.”
“No.”
“Fuck!”
“Who taught the baby the fuck word?”
418: “I want this to be worth something to you. If it isn’t, then what’s the point?”
419: “You're braver than you think."
420: Cradling child close to their chest
421: Wrapping child in old blankets like a little burrito
422: “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
423: Distracting child with their favorite things (toys, comfort items, ect.)
424: “Nobody’s going to hurt you as long as I’m around.”
425: “I won’t rest until I have baby-proofed this entire house. Just you watch.”
426: “I’m a little worried. What if I’m not a good parent?”
427: “Their room needs to be exciting. I’m not painting it a generic plain color.”
428: “Don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to seeing everyone else panic on the first day of school.”
429: Characters witness their baby’s first laugh
430: Person A is a Youtuber who is dating B, C, D, and E. Their channel is growing and they are hesitant to come out as a poly couple so they just pass it for a really good friendship. Thing is, internet being internet are starting shipping war. Some ships A and B, some B and C, some A and C, etc. It’s starting to do some shit and fights online. One day, they get tired of being asked questions about it and decide to come out as who they are. They make a video about how happy they are all together in a poly relationship. How do their fanbase and subscriber reacts is up to you!
431: Imagine Person A and B of your poly ship both helping Person C get through a bad bout of depression. What sort of things would they do for Person C to show that they care for them and want to support them? Is one more verbal with their support than the other?
432: Person (A) decides to plan a romantic dinner, thing is, while (A) prepares it, (B) and ( C) are upstairs, making out. Both are getting really into it but after a while, just when they were about to get serious, (A) calls them downstairs to eat.
(B) and ( C), frustrated a little from stopping there, tries their best to seduce their way into (A)’s pants for dinner. Saying cliche and cheesy things to try and convince (A) that they can be dinner~
433: “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
434: Person A will gladly tell you: There is nothing in the world quite so cute as Person B sitting in a rocking chair, holding a baby chick against their flannel (which Person A had been planning to steal, but this is far sweeter)
435: “Come to bed. I sleep better with you there.”
436: “Where did you get that scar from?"
437: “I love mummy.”
“What about me?”
“Just mummy.”
438: “Your brat keeps kicking me in the kidney.”
“How come you say they’re mine whenever they are doing that?”
439: "Have I done something wrong?"
440: “Looking back it’s like, like those days never existed.”
“And you?”
“No. I didn’t exist either.”
441: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
442: “Stay in bed a little longer. It is warm here.”
“Alright, five more minutes, then I have to get up.”
443: “Does it hurt here?”
“Everywhere hurts.”
444: “How do you always look so kissable?”
445: “Stomach bug?”
“No, morning sickness.”
446: "I feel safe in your arms."
447: "I dreamed about you last night, and woke up happy."
448: "I can't sleep. Can I stay here?"
449: “Does this feel good?”
450: She smiled down at the infant cradled in her arms, one tiny hand wrapped around her pinky finger. He was her little miracle.
451: "I'm so in love with you."
452: "You own my heart."
453: A: “Hey, before you doze off– I have a quick question?”
B: “Yeah, sure, what is it?”
A: “Would it be okay with you if I wake you up with kisses tomorrow? If that’d be uncomfortable for you, that’s totally cool, forget I even brought it up.”
454: “Are you nervous?”
“No… Should I be?”
455: Running into some of the family accidentally while running errands.
456: Bringing their partner(s) to a family function, but something like a graduation party where they won’t have to be the center of attention.
457: Visiting a grave/memorial with their partner(s)
458: Finally being alone after the meeting.
459: During foreplay, A always loved getting B visibly riled up. When B does get that riled up, though, they always kiss A far softer than they had been previously. It always confuses A a little bit, but it’s never a problem. In the middle of some heated kisses, A decides to ask:
“Why do you always do that?”
“Do– do what?”
“You kiss me softest when you’re desperate.”
“You deserve to be treated gently. I’d never let how bad I want you overcome how bad I want you to feel wanted.”
460: “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
461: Secret relationship and everyone knows
462: Person A listens to true crime podcasts all day and watches tons of videos about it, and they have to sleep cuddled up real close to Person B that night because they’re scared. Person B may tease them about it.
463: "What would you have said?"
464: “STOP BEING SO CUTE, IT’S NOT FAIR!”
465: “Listen, I enjoy this hug and all, but can you stop?”
466: “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know.”
467: “I’m not going to fuck you until you’ve come at least three times on my tongue and fingers.”
468: Person A: “….Please don’t leave me here alone.”
Person B: “Never.”
469: “You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”
470: “Damn these emotions.”
471: "Just another night, no sleep."
472: “I’m the youngest here, but no one would know it, what with the way you two act instead.”
473: “I would never let anyone hurt the ones I care about and that includes you.”
474: “Look at who I used to be and tell me I’m not better off how I am now.”
475: “Don’t be nervous, you can come closer.”
476: “I never took you for the romantic type, but I guess I stand corrected.”
477: “Don’t smile at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I make you happy.”
478: “This is far from the first time I’ve done something like this, so why are you so surprised?”
479: “I already knew. I was just waiting for you to confess finally.”
480: “Is it still a secret if I know about it?”
481: “You know, by hinting that you have secrets, you make everyone else that much more inclined to find out what you’re hiding, right?”
482: “You threatened my best friend, I do not feel too lovey dovey towards you right now!”
483: Your OTP(+) haven’t announced their relationship yet, but when a friend of theirs posts a picture with them kissing in the background, what happens?
484: “(Name), this is the girl of my dreams.”
485: “(Name)? Come on. Please, don’t be sad for me.”
486: “Are you asleep?” “Not anymore.”
487: “You made me breakfast in bed? What did you do this time?”
488: “I’ll carry you if I have to!”
489: “I didn’t understand the warmth of you until I couldn’t have it.”
490: “I had given up, but you came into my life and I brought myself back.”
491: “When did we become such a family?”
492: He’s going to be a great father
493: “Has anyone else noticed that we’ve color-coordinated with each other or is it just me?”
494: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
495: Your character goes outside on a clear night. Looking up, they see a bright falling star streak across the sky. What wish do they make?
496: Person B: I got you these chocolates for Valentine's Day!!
Person A: You're a little late, it's the day after
Person C: They were half off
497: Imagine your OTP giving their child dating advice.
498: Imagine person A leaning on person B’s shoulder and asking if they’ve ever thought about raising kids with them and B replying that they’ve definitely thought about raising kids with them. Think about it.
499: Imagine person A of your OTP is about to meet person B’s parents for the first time. A has been nervous all day, grooming themselves, trying to make themselves look respectable and worthy of B for their parents.
B comes home in the evening to see how nervous A is, and kisses them and messes up their hair/untucks their shirt/just generally does something to make A look more like A, reassuring them because it was the real A that they fell in love with, and A that they want their parents to meet.
500: Where did they go on their honeymoon?
501: When did they decide to become parents?
502: How many kids do they want/have?
503: Who is the responsible parent?
504: Where do they for their date night?
505: Are they strict parents?
506: Do they go to parent teacher interviews?
507: How do they react to their first child going to kindergarten?
508: Where did they get married?
509: What traditions did they make together?
510: How do they decorate their kids room?
511: What are the family secrets?
512: What type of pet do they own?
513: Where do they take their kids on vacation?
514: “Did you feel him/her/them kick?”
515: “Do you think I’ll be a good mom/dad?”
516: “Babe, wake up. The baby is having a party in here! Give me your hand!”
517: “Hospital! Now!”
518: “Boy or Girl?”
519: “Can we name the baby after me?”
520: “Can you put the crib together?”
521: “Cuddle me now!”
522: “I’m pregnant…”
523: “I hope he/she has your eyes.”
524: “You want to paint the nursery what?!”
525: "So… i have some news.“
526: "Okay I just want to say that, yes, I have gained some weight… But it’s because I’m pregnant.”
527: "Better get your dad jokes ready.“
528: "Right here! Right here’s a foot!”
529: "The little one is quite active today.“
530: "Is that a hand?!”
531: "Maybe you should try reading a book to them?“
532: "Come watch my belly, it’s frickin crazy!”
533: "The top of the baby’s head is about… Here, and a foot is right this way.“
534: "Do you think the baby would be down if I ate some chipotle?”
535: "Coffee isn’t good for you while you’re pregnant or breast feeding, but damn I need some caffeine.“
536: "Watermelon with peanut butter sounds so great right now.”
537: “Honey you’re pregnant, that’s all baby. You look beautiful.”
538: “He/She is up again.”
539: “I’ll get the baby, you go back to sleep.”
540: “So sweet!”
541: “I have found your mini-me.”
542: “Babe!! We are out of formula…again!”
543: “Stop being a baby hog!”
544: “They’re gorgeous!!”
545:“This parent thing is hard!”
546: “You both are precious!”
547: “I love you both so so much!”
548: “Wake up, the baby needs you.”
549: “Momma’s little baby, yes you are.”
550:“Daddy’s little baby, yes you are.”
551: “That’s your son/daughter!”
552: “They are walking!”
553. “I love it when they fall asleep on me.”
554. “She/he keeps crying for you.”
555. “Can I hold them!”
556. “Can I pick their outfit out today?”
557. “Daddy’s little girl/boy.”
558. “Mummy’s little girl/boy.”
559. “She/he is never going to be allowed to date!”
560. “Was that a word?”
561. “This kid is gonna have a better childhood than I did.”
562: “Do you want a bed time story?”
563: “[mama/papa]’s got you.”
564: “Where did you put your blankie this time.”
565: “They have grown so much, it’s hard to believe how little they used to be.”
566: “I want another baby.”
567: “Stomach bug?”
“No, morning sickness.”
568: “You really are your [mother/father]’s child.”
569: Imagine Person A of your OT3 is pregnant and Person B and Person C take turns getting food in the middle of the night when Person A suddenly desires it.
570: “Stop wiggling! I need to get you changed!”
571: “You are perfect, my little [pet name].”
572: “Did you have a bad dream?”
“Uh huh.”
“Come on, get into bed with us, you can sleep in bed with us tonight.”
573: “Take a break. I’ll stay up with them, you need some sleep.”
574: Imagine person A of your OTP telling person B they are pregnant in the form of a baby-themed Christmas ornament.
575: Person A and B are engaged to be married and have decided that they want children in the future but want to wait for a while until after the wedding to try for them. They have a night alone before the big day and forget about it until their honeymoon when Person B is extremely tired the whole time and discovers that they’re expecting on the last day to the surprise of them and Person A.
576: Imagine Person A of your OT5 is pregnant and B, C, D and Person E take turns getting food in the middle of the night when Person A suddenly desires it.
577: Imagine your OT+ arguing about whether tea or coffee is better.
Odd Number Bonus: Person C is a hot cocoa lover.
578: Imagine your OT+ ending up in a hotel room with only one bed.
579: Little one jumping in puddles wearing rain boots.
580: Shopping for nursery furniture for little one.
581: Holding the little one for the first time.
582: Being immensely proud when little one takes their first steps alone.
583: Little one’s first reaction to seeing/feeling snow.
584: Singing nursery rhymes to get little one to sleep.
585: Finger painting with little one.
586: Little one getting food all over their face.
587: Going on a walk together with little one.
588: Picking out little one’s first Halloween costume.
589: Little one’s first birthday.
590: Little one’s first trip to the zoo or aquarium.
591: Showing little one a lightning bug for the first time.
592: Little one pulling on your hair with surprising strength.
593: Helping little one go down a slide at the park.
594: Tickling little one’s chubby thighs until they laugh.
595: Singing songs and rocking little one to sleep.
596: Reading a book with little one on your lap.
597: Having to show little one that the food tastes good by having some too.
598: Little one chasing after bubbles to pop them.
599: Playing peek-a-boo with little one.
600: Little one snuggling with a stuffed animal.
601: Having little one help mix cookie dough.
602: Little one eating a slice of fruit and getting juice all down their chin.
603: Kissing little one where they got hurt to make the pain go away.
604: Little one stripping their clothes and running around in their diaper.
605: Waking up to little one crying out in their sleep.
606: Little one biting everything they can stick in their mouth as they teethe.
607: Little one leaving sticky fingerprints on everything they touch.
608: Having little one help flip pancakes.
609: Giving little one a raspberry on their tummy after changing their diaper.
610: Watching little one go in and out of the kiddie pool.
611: Having little one wear their first formal wear.
612: Little one drifting off to sleep with a smile on their face.
613: Little one settling down after you finally figure out what they need.
614: Choosing little one’s name together.
615: Watching little one attempt to blow the seeds off a dandelion.
616: Little one getting in a laughing kick where everything is funny.
617: The first time little one picks their own outfit.
618: Little one chasing down the pet to rest their head on them and hold them tight.
619: Being unable to stay mad at little one when they give you puppy dog eyes.
620: Whoever let you be responsible for someone so small? Lay awake worrying about this.
621: Bath time gets so splashy you get used to just taking your clothes off.
622: Sending an urgent message to your partner to let them know the baby has laughed.
623: Your child is the most beautiful and precious thing in the world. Lay awake crying about this.
624: Let your child bite you to test their emerging teeth. Gaze upon the resulting tiny half-moon indentation on your skin with bemused adoration.
625: "My clothes look good on you.”
626: “Is that my shirt?”
627: “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
628: Person A will gladly tell you: There is nothing in the world quite so cute as Person B sitting in a rocking chair, holding their baby against their flannel (which Person A had been planning to steal, but this is far sweeter)
629: Imagine your OT5 trying for a baby
630: Person A of your OTP peels the “never loses suction” sticker off of a vacuum and sticks it on Person B’s forehead.
631: Person A keeps thinking Person C shoves them off of the bed intentionally in their sleep, only to realize it’s their dog that jumps onto the bed in the middle of the night, causing B to flail and accidentally shove someone off.
632: "I refuse to have a baby on Christmas."
633: "Please don't leave me."
634: “I don’t give a damn.” “You give so many damns, they’re visible from space.”
635: “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”
636: “Can you help me with this zipper?”
637: “I bet you look even better with your clothes off.”
638: “Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”
639: “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”
640: “It seems you forgot to wear any underwear tonight.”
641: “I see you’ve started without me.”
642: “Wanna taste?”
643: “Less talking. More fucking.”
644: "You're really gonna make me beg for it?"
645: “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is.”
646: “Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”
647: “You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.”
648: “Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.”
649: “Forget the bed. Let’s fuck right here.”
650: “Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”
651: “Does this/that feel good?”
652: “Please… Don’t stop.”
653: “Please. I need you. Now.”
654: “You’re bigger than I expected.”
655: “Get on your knees.”
656: “This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”
657: “Maybe I’d rather take my time.”
658: “I just wanted a taste.”
659: “Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue?”
660: “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”
661: “Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”
662: “I know all of your weaknesses.”
663: “Hm, no panties?”
664: “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
665: “Angel in the streets, freak in the sheets.”
666: “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”
667: “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”
668: “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.“
669: “You make a sound and it’s game over baby.”
670: "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“
671: “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”
672: “You’re not allowed to cum without my permission.”
673: “Fuck, that’s good.”
674: “Holy shit, you’re so fucking sexy like that.”
675: “How ‘bout you come and help me out, huh?”
676: “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.”
677: “The things that I want to do to you, baby.”
678: “Dammit, we made a mess.”
679: “What do you mean not yet? You can’t expect me not to cum when you’re fucking me so good!”
680: “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”
681: “Were you dreaming about me again?”
682: “I can’t wait to taste you.”
683: “I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”
684: “You have no idea how good you make me feel.”
685: “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”
686: “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”
687: “You’re not going out in that outfit.”
688: “Don’t give me that look.”
689: “You’re more than just a one night stand.”
690: “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”
691: “You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”
692: “Like what you see?”
693: “We’re in public, you know.”
694: “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
695: “Don't be so rough. There can't be any marks.”
696: “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.”
697: “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
698: “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”
699: “Make me.”
700: “Stop teasing me so much..”
701: “You’re in trouble now.”
702: “Take off your clothes.”
703: “I’m waiting.”
704: “Mine.”
705: “We cant do that here!”
706: “Behave.”
707: “What did you just say?”
708: “Come here.”
709: “Watch me.”
710: “I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.”
711: “If you cant sleep… Then how about we have sex?”
712:“Don’t kink shame me.”
713: “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”
714: “I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”
715: “Tell me what you want.”
716: “Bite me.”
717: “If you insist.”
718: “Could he make you feel as good as I do?”
719: “You’re not, um, wearing anything under that, are you..?”
720: “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”
721: “You taste like fucking candy.”
722: “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”
723: “You make a sound and it's game over.”
724: “Just let me finish this/this level and I swear I'll go down on you until you cum at least three times.”
725: “If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week.”
726: “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”
727: “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”
728: “Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..”
729: “Want some help?”
730: “Shut up.”
731: “Why don’t you come over here and make me.”
732: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
733: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
734: “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”
735: “What? Does that feel good?”
736: “I’m not jealous! It's just… You’re mine!”
737: “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”
738: “We have to be quiet.”
739: “Tell me again.”
740: “You have no idea how much I want you.”
741: “Say it.”
742: “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”
743: “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”
744: “I think that's the first time I’ve heard you moan… It was like a fucking melody.”
745: “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”
746: “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”
747: “Who said it had to be on the bed?”
748: “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”
749: “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That's cute.”
750: “For the love of fuck.”
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AM Conversations : chapter 50
A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA
CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37 || CHAPTER 38 || CHAPTER 39 || CHAPTER 40 || CHAPTER 41 || CHAPTER 42 || CHAPTER 43 || CHAPTER 44 || CHAPTER 45 || CHAPTER 46 || CHAPTER 47 || CHAPTER 48 || CHAPTER 49
NOTES:
-one chapter is her pov, the next is his.
-3.9k
-im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it.
-there WILL be smut. but not only smut.
-this is a romance, comedy, smut story.
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- note for this chapter: sooo im sorry. forgive me. the worst is to come. :X
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Chapter 50 : His chapter
NIALL
I heard her wake up all night and every single time, I waited until she was asleep again to do the same. She was not sick often, except for migraines, but this time, it was bad enough for her to beg me to stay with her the next day. She turned around in bed and wrapped one of her arms around my waist, making me smile as she groaned.
"Please don't leave me alone here all day."
I brought my hand to her face, caressing her cheek gently before pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
"You want me to stay here with you and watch you snore all day?" I joked, smiling more when I saw her nose raise up in a grimace.
"Yes." she let out firmly with a baby voice, making me chuckle this time.
"You're such a child, I swear!"
I felt her grip tighten around my waist and I rolled my eyes with a smile. I had no idea why but I actually enjoyed the fact that she needed me so bad. Our relationship was just getting better and I didn't want things to change. She was still insecure and I was still not totally good at not making her jealous but we managed and we were both making efforts, which was the best we could expect from each other.
I never thought it would be so tough to date my best friend. I didn't regret it, but I was still unsure of so many things that sometimes, I ended up backing away from her and hurting her. That's when she'd become even more insecure and we would just end up being trapped in a vicious circle. The fact that I was so busy was an obstacle to our relationship too. Every free moment I had, I would spend with her and I couldn't hide the fact that I missed hanging out with my friends, spending a day playing golf or just having some time for myself.
"Please, Nee."
"You're warm... you clearly have fever." I pointed out, pressing my palm on her cheek. "You need to get in the shower, darling. Stay under the lukewarm stream for about minute and come back in bed.”
"Mm no, it's too cold."
"You may feel cold but you're burning." I explained. "Come on, do that and i'll make you some tea."
"And stay here today?"
Her eyes were now half opened and she was looking up at me through her eyelashes. She was pretty and endearing and it brought an other smile to my lips.
"And stay here today."
Her lips curled and I bent down to kiss the top of her head before pulling the covers away from her. She groaned but finally let go of me to get up slowly. She took her shirt off, her back facing me, and I stared at her as she did the same with her panties. I knew she was sick but that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the view.
"Hurry up." I said, smacking her bum playfully and making her jump a bit.
"Be nice! I'm siiiick!" she complained again before walking to the bathroom.
When I heard the shower, I got up but stopped myself and sighed, picking up her dirty clothes and throwing them in the laundry basket. I searched through my things and put one of my shirts on the bed along with a pair of boxers and finally walked out of the room to reach the kitchen.
As I waited for the water to boil, I grabbed my phone and sent a text message saying I was taking a day off and just turned it off to be sure not to be disturbed. I walked upstairs with her tea and put it on the bedside table right before going to the bathroom. I rolled my eyes when I saw her soaked towel laying on the floor and cleaned the shower a bit before doing the same with the sink.
"You left your towel on the floor, Liv. Again." I complained before realizing she was already asleep.
I sighed and closed my eyes, knowing she was sick and it was wrong of me to be mad for that, but it was not only on that day, it was all the time. I never thought it would be so tough for someone as clean as me to live with someone as messy as she was. Sometimes, it was driving me insane.
I let her sleep for a while and ate toasts and eggs for breakfast before washing the dishes and going to sit on the couch to watch the golf channel. Staying home got me slightly bored and after a while, I grabbed my notebook and started scribbling a few words, feeling suddenly inspired for a new song. I didn't know how much time passed since I was concentrated on my writing but she finally appeared from the hall. Her hair was a mess and she was yawning but despite all this, my lips curled at her sight.
"Come here, are you hungry?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
She walked up to me, her feet brushing against the carpet, and let herself fall on the couch next to me. As soon as her ass hit the couch, she cuddled me, curling up against me, her leg over my thigh and her head leaning on my shoulder.
"Have you ever heard of personal space?" I joked with a chuckle.
"I'm part of your personal space, Horan."
I laughed at her words, knowing she was going say those exact words since it's always what she answered me. I liked the degree of intimacy we had reached but I realized we had it even before we started dating.
"Oh yea?"
"Oh yea."
I laughed and kissed the top of her head again, pushing my notebook away and sitting better on the couch so we could be more comfortable. We remained in silence for a while until I sighed low.
"Are you hungry, do you want something to eat?"
She grimaced and groaned, shaking her head.
"You're gonna have to eat, you know." I pointed out, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.
"But i'm siiiiiick!"
"Told ya not to go out without a sweater. It's getting colder, especially at night."
She groaned again and buried her face in my neck.
"You're such a mom." she mumbled against my skin, making me laugh.
"And you're such a child." I replied for the second time that day.
I felt her lips brush against my neck and it made goosebumps appear on my skin. I brought my hand to her back and caressed her over her shirt to soothe her and after a while, she let out a low whimper that made me smile. She was still a bit warm, probably a sign that the fever was slowly coming back, and I finally got up quickly.
"Okay, enough." I let out, looking down at her as she sent me puppy eyes. "Soup for you, and meds, and then you rest."
"Nooo no no no!" she argued in a begging voice.
I pretended I didn't hear and just laughed as I walked to the kitchen to make some soup. When I came back, I noticed she was playing a video game on the tv and rolled my eyes with a smile. She had been a bit obsessed with Mario Kart recently and I just put the soup on the coffee table before going to the bathroom, looking through my stuff to find something against the flu. I got back with pills and a water bottle and she put her remote down to swallow the pills I gave her. I glanced at the tv and smiled.
"You know if I play with you, you won't be first in any of the races?" I pointed out with a laugh as she started eating.
She looked up at me and chuckled before grabbing an other remote and handing it to me, staring in my eyes with a small smirk.
"Don't hold back and cry."
"Challenge accepted."
We started playing and I tried hitting her gently with my elbow from time to time to distract her. She kept laughing whether she was winning or losing and that was something I loved about her. She didn't care if she won or not, she just wanted to have fun. We joked a lot about who was the best but in the end, It never really mattered to us as long as we had a good time together.
"Ex eaquo." she let out, putting the remote on the coffee table before turning to me and crossing her legs on the couch.
"Fair enough." I laughed a bit but it faded away quick enough.
She tilted her head while staring at me and I could swear her eyes fluttered. She sent me a warm and fond smile and it made me smile back. There was always something in the way she looked at me... something that made me wonder how I missed all the love in her eyes for all these years.
"Thank you for staying home today." she started, making the left corner of my lips raise up again. "Thank you for taking care of me."
"You don't have to thank me, I knew I was staying home with you the first time you woke up in the middle of the night. You didn't even have to do all that begging this morning."
She chuckled and raised her shoulders up and bit her bottom lip.
"Are you gonna take care of me like that when we'll be old? When our kids are out of the house, when there will be only us two again, when I can barely walk?"
My smile fell slightly and it hit me suddenly that she had thought about our future when It never really crossed my mind. It's not that I didn't want to, I just didn't know what I wanted. I preferred to live one day at a time instead to plan years ahead. I stared at her a few seconds, blinking a few times and trying to hide the fact that my heart was beating harder and faster suddenly. I didn't want to hurt her, I've hurt her enough for a few lifetimes already, so I just sent her a smile.
"Come here." I whispered, opening my arms.
Immediately, she moved closer and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight against me. I felt her lips travel again on my neck and up to my jaw.
"Will you?" she insisted in a murmur, making me press my lips together.
I turned my head her way and looked down, my eyes roaming on her face. I brought my hand to her cheek and let my fingers graze her skin softly. I picked my words carefully and licked my lips.
"I promise i'll always be there for you."
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"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as I looked at her.
I wanted to go out, I wanted to go for a few pints with my friends, and I didn't want to stay between these damn four walls tonight, but I still asked her.
"No, of course not, i'm fine!" she argued with a smile, grabbing her tissue box and bringing it on her lap. "I'll watch a few movies and go to bed so stay as late as you want."
"If you need me just call or text okay?" I proposed, putting my phone in my pocket. "It's on vibe, i'll feel it."
"Then I may just text you a lot." she joked with a laugh, making me chuckle too.
The discussion we had had in the afternoon had left me with a bittersweet feeling. For some reason, it made me want to run away so when my cousin called for an evening at the pub, I couldn't say no. I loved Olivia, I knew I did, but this whole thing was a bit too much for me and I didn't know what to think and how to feel anymore. She told me herself after all, didn't she? Love is not all you need, no matter what we've been told.
Apparently, a bunch of people I knew and didn't know were invited and I took a seat next to Louis who pushed a pint in front of me. I grabbed it and after a few seconds, I had swallowed half of it.
"Mate, you alright?"
I glanced at him and shrugged, focusing on the glass in my hands as I turned it slowly. I didn't want to share my feelings and thoughts with him if only because he was so close to my girlfriend now that it would make things awkward. It's not that I didn't trust him but I didn't want to put him in a position where he'd have to keep secrets from her or feel bad to be around her.
"Just tired." I lied with a shrug.
"Liv's still sick?"
"Yea, t'was worse this morning but she wasn't really in the mood to come."
"Legit."
I felt someone sit next to me and without thinking, I turned my head only to face one of the most gorgeous girls I had ever seen. She smiled more, maybe because of the way I was looking at her, and extended her hand to me after pushing a lock of her dark hair behind her shoulder.
"Hey, i'm Gia."
"Niall." I replied, shaking her hand slightly.
"I know."
I sent her a smile and my eyes moved down to check her out until I felt Louis nudge me on the side to get my attention. My eyes lingered for an other second on the pretty girl and I finally turned back to my friend who was raising his eyebrows at me.
"You're drooling." he pointed out in a low tone.
I could hear a hint of blame in his voice and groaned low. I knew I shouldn't be flirting but it seemed like I hadn't done something like this in years. I was not used to hold back, I was not used to stop myself from doing what I wanted... I was not used to be in a real relationship, or at least not for that long. Louis stared at me for a few more seconds before moving closer to me.
"Don't do that, Niall." he let out in a sad tone. "I promise it's not worth it."
I sighed low and nodded slowly before he sent me a small smile and got up. I watched him leave and was ready to do the same when I felt a hand on my arm and stopped moving completely. I felt a shiver run up my spine but it was more because of the thrill than because of her touch.
"Are you leaving already?"
I stared at her for a few seconds before sitting back down. I should leave, every fiber of my body was telling me to run away and go back to Olivia, but I couldn't. Instead, I remained quiet for a few seconds and finally smiled more.
"No, i'm staying."
We talked for a while and the way she looked at me made me believe I could bring her home if I wanted. I kept thinking about Liv but tried to push the thought away when a feeling of guilt would invade me. I was not really doing anything, and I didn't plan to do anything, but I couldn't pretend it didn't bother me that I couldn't enjoy this a bit more. I swallowed my third beer and chuckled at something moderately funny she said.
"Look, Gia, I need to tell you something." I let out, licking my lips. "I already have a girlfriend."
"Oh I know, and I don't care." she admitted with a shrug as she laughed again. "Heidi told me it was not serious."
"Heidi?" I asked with a frown, looking around the table to finally meet her eyes.
She sent me a smirk and I felt suddenly totally stupid. Did Heidi do that on purpose? Was I just fooled like a fucking loser? I turned back to Gia and sent her a smile, shaking my head.
"Was nice meeting you, but I need to go now."
I pushed my chair and got up but she grabbed my wrist and it felt wrong. I could feel the way Olivia wrapped her fingers gently around my wrist sometimes and my heart skipped a beat as I took my hand back, feeling Gia's fingers slide on my skin and making me grimace. It was ridiculous. I was ridiculous and no matter what excuses came to my mind, I was the only one to blame.
"Don't leave, I really don't care that you have a girlfriend."
I sighed again but louder this time and bent down to look in her eyes.
"I do."
I walked away in the direction of the door and glared at Heidi for a few seconds. Quickly, she jumped off her chair and followed me.
"Niall." she said, making an annoying noise with her heels on the wood floor. "Niall!"
She grabbed my arm and made me stop walking. I turned around and shook my head at her, talking before she could say anything.
"You set this up?" I asked, a bit mad. "You asked this girl to come and flirt with me to see if i'd cheat on my girlfriend? What kind of fucking sicko are you?"
"No!" she frowned, shaking her head a bit too quickly. "She said she thought you were sexy and I said you were taken but it wasn't anything serious, that's it!"
"Heidi, I've literally been dating Olivia for almost a year, how can this not be serious?"
She stared at me and raised her eyebrows, taking a lock of her hair and twisting it around one of her fingers. I remembered she always did that whenever she wanted us to have sex and took a step back without realizing it.
"Didn't seem serious when your eyes were literally glued to Gia's cleavage."
I closed my eyes, knowing she was right and swallowed hard.
"You got me there, i'm human." I let out, pressing my lips together as I felt anger invade my insides. I just wasn't sure if I was mad at Heidi or at myself. Maybe a bit of both. "A sad, poor excuse of one, but a human being nonetheless."
"Oh please, Niall." she added, rolling her eyes. "You're 23, it's not like you were going to spend your life with her. I mean okay, she's your best friend so this little masquerade you're doing lasts a little longer. I know you don't want to hurt her but seriously? Can you imagine having sex only with her for the rest of your life? Get married? Have kids? You're not ready for that, Niall."
She looked at me in an amused way and chuckled meanly, putting her hands on her waist. I hated her words and felt something burn inside me. I hated it because every single word she said seemed so true it made me want to puke. I was not ready, no matter what I tried to make myself or even Olivia believe. Clearly, my girlfriend was a step ahead in our relationship and it was scaring me. I was not going to let Heidi know, though, simply because it was none of her business.
"You have no idea what you're talking about." I just said rudly, walking past her and reaching the door.
She followed me quickly but remained close to the door as I walked out.
"I'm right and you know it, Niall!"
I stopped and turned around, walking back quickly to her suddenly angrier than ever.
"I love her! I'm in love with her!" I could feel my hands shake and I placed them into fists as I tried not to let anger consume me.
"Oh sure you do. But you two started dating too fast. You clearly got a lot left to live and you're too young to settle forever." she explained with a small shrug.
The fact that she remained so calm annoyed me and I groaned low, raising my nose up. Why was I even listening to her anyway? I should go back to Olivia and make sure she was okay. I should get a cab and go back home to join her in bed and cuddle her. But what I shouldn’t do is stay there, in the cold, listening to a girl I thought was my friend tell me that the relationship I have with my girlfriend was a mistake.
"And if you need me to help you relax, she let out, taking a step closer and running her hand on my chest. "I'm always here, whether you're still dating her or not.”
A bit roughly, I pushed her hand away and took a step back. I watched her, her arms around herself, shivering because of the cold, and I realized that I didn't want any of this.
"October's a cold month at night." I just pointed out a bit meanly. "You should wear a sweater."
Without an other word, I turned on my heels and left quickly. I heard her yell behind me and held my breath.
"You'll call me back sooner than you think!"
I started running for a reason I ignored and when my throat was burning and I couldn't seem to breathe anymore, I stopped and held myself on my knees, panting. Perhaps I hated this and everything Heidi had mentioned because I knew, deep down, that she was right. I felt the few beers I drank make me want to puke and turned to my right, vomiting slightly in the grass. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly and deeply, trying to get my heartbeats back to a normal pace but It wasn't due to my run but more because of all the guilt running inside me. I loved Olivia, I loved her more than I had ever loved anyone. It was scary and troubling and I was not really sure what to do with those feelings.
I kept walking around slowly, knowing that I should get a taxi but not really sure I wanted to. I didn't feel ready to go home and see my girlfriend after everything that happened, even if she wasn't aware of anything. I couldn't stop thinking about what Heidi told me and about how Liv said that love was not all that was needed in a relationship. I loved her and she loved me, shouldn't it be enough?
Before I realized it, I stood in front of my house and sighed, taking one of my hands out of my pocket to look at the time on my watch. It was already 2am and I just stood there a few more minutes before walking in. All the lights were off and I blinked a few times until my eyes got used to the dark. I walked to my room and quickly undressed before getting under the covers with my girlfriend. She didn't move and I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her to me until her back pressed on my chest. I loved her, I couldn't see my life without her, and I had to stop letting doubts get the best of me.
"I love you, Olivia." I whispered, burring my nose in her hair and closing my eyes. "I'm in love with you."
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@velvet-impala tagged me to answer this long set of questions, and bc I love this sort of thing I’m DOING IT! I’ll tag folks here just in case you don’t want to read thru this whole dang thing. But I wanna say: if you want to do this, PLEASE DO IT and tag me so I can see-- I *love* reading responses to stuff like this. But @la-paritalienne @disgruntledkittenface @and-id-marry-larry @calmrry @crinkle-eyed-boo @lightwoodsmagic -- y’all are tagged :)
1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or blue pen? black, but what matters most is how smoothly it writes.
2. Would you prefer to live in the country or city? walkable neighborhood in a city.
3. If you could learn a new skill what would it be? would love to learn how to hack into billionaire bank accounts without getting caught so i could redistribute their wealth to a variety of mutual aid funds. :)
4. Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? no, just milk! unless it’s really shitty/bitter coffee, and then i will take it with a couple sugars or sweetened creamer.
5. What was your favourite book as a child? probably the Anne of Green Gables books
6. Do you prefer baths or showers? showers! i wanna love a bath, but i get bored too fast and i never feel comfortable (where do i put my head? my feet? what do i do when my belly isn’t covered by the water and it gets cold?) so they’re meh.
7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would it be? dryad! i wanna be a tree spirit!
8. Paper or electronic books? paper, i guess. but i do love reading fic electronically, so..
9. What is your favourite item of clothing? used to be my work hoodie. but now i would say this blue striped button down i have OR this one black dress i have with 3/4 sleeves that’s really soft and comfy.
10. Do you like your name or would you like to change it? i always meant to start going by Dottie when I got older, but it hasn’t happened yet so it probably won’t by now? but i would never change my name generally speaking.
more after the cut!
11. Who is a mentor to you? i had a co-worker who was really a mentor for me since i got into being a cheesemonger in 2008. he’s been in the industry for a long time and basically recruited me to the job i have/had here. but when i got sick he basically dropped me/hasn’t spoken to me in a long time. let me tell you: it fucking sucks. bc a mentor is a cross between a friend and a colleague and a relative; we jokingly called him my lesbian uncle. and so losing him from my life so completely over something like this is deeply shitty.
12. Would you like to be famous and if so, what for? not now, but before i was sick i would’ve said yes. BUT only bc i think i would be a great Saturday Night Live host (not a cast member! just a one time host with a monologue/skits). So whatever level of fame i needed to get that..
13. Are you a restless sleeper? I have really bad insomnia that means i take at least an hour to fall asleep most nights. Once I’m out, I usually sleep ok, but i do have intense dreams/nightmares that wake me up sometimes.
14. Do you consider yourself a romantic person? yeah :/
15. Which element best represents you? earth: the wet dirt and leaves in a forest after rain in particular
16. Who do you want to be closer to? emotionally i’m pretty good i think. physically i wish i could be closer to friends and family in NYC, Seattle area, TN/Atlanta, and Germany
17. Do you miss someone at the moment? the people referenced above. also missing my Grandmomma a lot lately and my mom.
18. Tell us about an early childhood memory. art lessons with my grandmomma. her set of pastels that were all worn down and the heavy paper (black) that she pulled out to work on. she drew a quick portrait of a man, showing me how to create depth in skin tones with blue and green against the softer flesh tones. she didn’t blend it out, the marks all painterly and strong-- her style. i was 10, maybe? 12? so not *early* but it feels like forever ago.
19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten? i have no idea? i’ve eaten a lot of weirdish cheeses. i’ve had geoduck?
20. What are you most thankful for? the amazing friends i’ve gathered into my life along the way, my dad, and my baby dog.
21. Do you like spicy food? yes, within reason (i don’t get stuff that’s spicy just for the heck of it, like ghost pepper chips or whatever? but when spice is integrated in with other flavors i love it)
22. Have you ever met someone famous? i used to make up stories about meeting famous people that were based on partial truths. i’ve hung out with or met a lot of gay famous people. but the biggest person who comes to mind is Sandra Bernhard. I sold her cheese.
23. Do you do you keep a diary or journal? i have over the years. now i sometimes write things down in a paper journal, but mostly go to a really old blogging site where i basically put all my big feelings down in a public but sorta private spot.
24. Do you prefer to use a pen or a pencil? depends on my mood.
25. What is your star sign? taurus sun and moon, gemini rising
26. Do you like your cereal soggy or crunchy? in between...not HARD crunchy, but not soft soggy.
27. What would you want your legacy to be? would like people to remember that i loved them well and made them feel good/happy when i was around them. and hopefully that it made them feel like being good to others too.
28. Do you like reading, what was the last book you read? i do, but i’m mostly reading fic these days. i think the thing i read last was Pink Like the Paradise Found, which was FANTASTIC!
29. How do you show someone you love them? i tell them, shower them with physical affection, and do little things for them. also try to remember small details about what they enjoy and then do stuff to make them feel good when they’re down
30. Do you like ice in your drinks? yes, but not too much
31. What are you afraid of? sometimes being along but only when it’s very dark out and i’m in the sads. honestly-- this is some deep internalized ableism but here it is --i’m very afraid of never getting better and not being able to take care of myself or anyone else.
32. What is your favourite scent? jasmine flowers, pu-er tea, the specific scents of people i love
33. Do you address older people by their name or surname? however they’re introduced i guess. maybe because i’m an older person lol
34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? i would live in the apartment i had alone (with a guest room). i would hire someone from my community to come help me out sometimes. i would get a weekly grocery delivery from the good quality place. i would have a dog walker. and i would fly home to see my family more than once a year and fly my family out for a visit sometimes. so like. probably the way a lot of ppl live? idk.
35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? ocean
36. What would you do if you found £50 on the ground? get dinner at the thai restaurant down the street a couple times.
37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? yes, lots!
38. What is the one thing you would want to teach your children? i’m not having kids BUT for the kids in my life, i try to teach them/model the importance of consent and respect for their own bodies as well as other people’s. and i know it said one thing, but alongside that is that i respect and love them for who they are, and that’s something they get to decide.
39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? i want a lot of tattoos, but if i could get one tomorrow it would be a cheese themed tattoo with a variety of cheese knives (parm tools, dutch style knife) and a small cheese assortment. or a portrait of my dog
40. What can you hear now? this kinda dumb netflix show that i decided to binge today even tho it’s only kinda meh and my dog snoring just a little.
41. Where do you feel the safest? when i’m surrounded by friends.
42. What is the one thing you want to overcome/conquer? my stupid money issues prolly
43. Of you could travel back to any era, what would it be? wanna go back to 1977 and live in the girl direction AU i wrote last year, lol.
44. What is your most used emoji? laugh crying emoji or sobbing maybe
45. Describe yourself using one word. colorful
46. What do you regret the most? not sure if this is a thing but i regret not realizing when i got bitten by a tick/got lyme disease the first time, bc maybe i could’ve just taken antibiotics and killed it, and then maybe i wouldn’t be sick?
47. Last movie you saw? watched the new charlie’s angels the other night
48. Last tv show you watched? this dumb show is called sweet magnolias, and it’s. honestly not terrible! it’s just not my style of show. OH WAIT i take it back, they left it on a really shitty cliffhanger without warning, and that is the one way to make me drop your show/fic HARD unless i like. genuinely love you. so byeeee dumb show, hope you get cancelled
49. Invent a word and it’s meaning. saungry: sadness brought on by being hungry, like hangry except oops you’re crying now! example: “fuck i knew i should’ve eaten before calling my best friend, now i miss them and i’m too saungry to figure out what to eat! Guess I’ll have tears for dinner” (almost called it sungry, but the internet thinks that might just mean ‘so hungry’)
did you make it to the end? WOW! devotion. thank you.
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My Avengers Academy Chapter 1: An Old Fashioned Notion
Not everyone is created equal. There are people in this world that are born with privileges and advantages that put them ahead of everyone else. There are people that are born with nothing and must climb their way out of oppression. These lessons of privilege should be taught to children with care and respect. To help them understand. These lessons should not, however, be taught to children with violence.
Peter Parker learned this lesson at the age of five. He laid there motionless; eyes widened as he looked towards the sky. He had bruises on his arms and legs, dirt stained his cheeks, and his head was pounding with pain. All he could do now was crawl into a ball and cry his eyes out.
It was supposed to be a fun day for him; his kindergarten cancelled all classes due to a nearby villain attack which cut out all the power on that grid. A day off of school is supposed to be a fun time for children. It was supposed to be fun for Peter. It was, at least in the beginning.
He had a playdate with his best friend in the world, Eugene “Flash” Thompson. He was so excited when his aunt dropped him off at his house; he couldn’t wait to play hero. Their playdates consisted mostly of watching old footage of battles between heroes and villains, and any live fights happening on the news. Today, however, was different.
“Hey, Pete, wanna ditch this, and go to the playground? I’m getting kinda bored,” Flash said.
“Um, yeah! Let’s go tell your mom and-“
“Nah,” Flash said, “Let’s just go, we’ll be back before she knows anything.” This was unusual for Peter. Going to the park without any adult supervision? His Aunt May and Uncle Ben always told him to never go anywhere without an adult that he trusts. But, he trusts Flash. He wouldn’t let Peter get hurt right? Besides, Flash has this really cool quirk, if any bad people try to kidnap him, he’ll protect him.
Peter agreed, and off they went. Getting out of the house was easy since Flash’s mom was sleeping on the couch in the living room with some sort of bottle in her hand. This usually happened when Peter had a playdate at Flash’s home; his mom was asleep most of the time, letting them have free reign of the house. Whenever Peter asked why his mom sleeps so much, Flash would say, “She just works a lot, okay? Stop asking.”
The journey to the park, however, was difficult because they had to stay out of sight, so no adult would see them and call their parents, or aunt and uncle in Peter’s case. They ran from bush to bush, and jumped fences to get to their destination. Eventually, they came to the wall that separated the park from the playground. It loomed over the two kids, and it cast a great shadow over them. To Peter, it was the highest wall he’d ever seen.
Peter heard Flash chuckle. “This wall ain’t nothing to me.” Flash’s arms became covered in this black goop. The goop seemingly crawled up his arms and eventually to his hands, turning his small hands into big claws. Flash looked at Peter. “Lemme show you how a man climbs a wall.”
Flash stepped back five steps and then dashed towards the wall, jumped, and stuck to the wall, digging his claws into the concrete. Peter watched in awe as Flash effortlessly climbed up. Once Flash got to the top of the wall, he peered down and looked at Peter, flashing him a toothy grin.
“Well, come on!” he exclaimed.
Peter stared at the wall. Noticing it’s craggily state, how long has this wall been standing? Before he was born? Before Auntie and Uncle were born? Before quirks?
“What are ya waiting for?!” yelled Flash, “Just climb the stupid thing!”
Jolted out of his thoughtful daze, Peter looked for his path to climb up the wall.
“Come on, Peter!”
The more Flash shouted the more nervous he got. Finally, he found his path. Peter took five steps back and then sprinted towards the wall until-
“I AM IRON MAN AND IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO WAKE UP! I AM IRON MAN AND IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO WAKE UP!”
This phrase loudly repeated throughout Peter Parker’s bedroom, bouncing off the walls, and making his ear drums perform a drum solo. He let out a loud scream of confusion as he was rudely awakened by the pre-recorded message. He jolted from laying down comfortably to sitting up uncomfortably. Holding his head in discomfort, Peter groaned. “I hate that dream…” The alarm clock blared on his bedside table. Peter sighed as he clicked it off. It was a special alarm clock, a special edition Iron Man alarm clock, with a small figurine of the hero acting as the “turn off” button. Peter sighed once again and he flopped back on his bed. He took a moment to look around his room. He didn’t know why. It’s been the same for as long as he remembered. Plastered along the walls were memorabilia of his favorite heroes: Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, the Hulk, etc. Figurines of said heroes stood atop his shelves. His walls were a deep shade of blue. His bedsheets were red, but his blanket was Avengers-themed. He was fifteen-years-old, but his room was one of a twelve-year-old. Peter didn’t mind; he really liked heroes. He absentmindedly reached over to his bedside table, and grabbed his phone. The bright screen blinded him for a small moment. His eyes readjusted themselves, and he looked at his messages.
Wanda Maximoff :P (6:30 AM): Get out of bed sleepyhead. May made pancakes.
Pietro Maximoff (6:35 AM): Is my sister at your house? She’s not answering my texts.
Pietro Maximoff (6:36 AM): Never mind lol I took a quick run around town and saw her in your kitchen lol
She’s downstairs? Peter thought. It wasn’t unusual for Wanda to be over before school started, but sometimes Peter questioned if she ever ate breakfast at home. “Your Aunt’s cooking is just too good!” she’d say. He had his doubts, of course. She always said that Pietro was cranky in the morning, so maybe that’s why she spends her mornings here.
“Peter! Breakfast is almost ready!”
Peter groaned as he heard his Aunt’s voice calling for him. “I’ll be down in a second!” he shouted back.
“A second has passed!” he heard a shout from downstairs followed by a hearty laugh.
Oh, Ben, he thought. His Uncle really was a joker.
~A~
“How long have you been mastering the art of dad jokes, Mr. Parker?” Wanda asked inquisitively, “Because you need a lot more work.”
Mr. Parker lowered his newspaper, took off his reading glasses, and gave a thoughtful look. Mr. Parker was wearing what he always wore: an ugly red sweater with aged blue jeans. “It’s my look!” he’d always say whenever he was questioned about his choice of apparel. “Well let’s see… when Peter was born! His father hated whenever our dad joked with us, and I just knew that he wouldn’t do it for Peter. So I wasn’t going to let Peter live his life without the best form of humor.”
Wanda rolled her eyes. Highly subjective opinion he’s got there, she thought. She turned her gaze to Mrs. Parker who was just finishing cooking the last pancake. “Mrs. Parker, how do you live with this?”
“A strong will and wine, my dear,” she said, grabbing the plate of pancakes and bringing it to the table where Mr. Parker and Wanda sat, “A strong will and wine.” Mrs. Parker was also wearing what she normally wore. Underneath her cooking apron, was her usual yellow shirt and blue jeans. Unlike her husband, she knew fashion, which Wanda appreciated.
“Oh please,” Mr. Parker said, “You love it; you know you do.”
Mrs. Parker chuckled as she put down the plate on the table. “No dear, I love you, not your jokes.”
Wanda let out a small laugh. “See, she’s the funny one here.”
“No one here appreciates my stellar comedy,” lamented Mr. Parker.
“I do,” a fourth voice said. Wanda turned her head towards the stairs that led to the upper floor, only to see her best friend: Peter Parker. Peter looked like he crawled himself out of a grave. His eyes were droopy, heavy bags surrounding them. His skin was paler than normal and his hair was also more ruffled than normal as well.
“Ah, my hero,” joked Mr. Parker, “Jeez, son, you look like a zombie.”
“I always appreciate your jokes, Ben.” Even his voice was coarse.
Wanda eyed her best friend and gave a cocky grin. “Did you even shower? I can smell you from here.”
Wanda saw Peter roll his eyes at her. “Well, good morning to you too,” he said.
~A~
The ensuing breakfast was also per the usual for the Parker family. A lot of banter between Uncle Ben and Aunt May, but even more between Wanda and Peter. “Don’t pass out from being a geek when you meet Dr. Banner today.”
“And don’t try to pass out from boredom when he starts talking about the dangers of gamma radiation,” he retorted. However, Peter couldn’t deny his excitement. For the first field trip of the school year, his high school, Midtown High, was going to Avengers Tower to meet the heroes and watch a lecture from the Incredible Hulk himself, Bruce Banner, the fourth most popular hero in America. Eventually, the pair finished their breakfast.
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Parker! The food was great as always,” Wanda said. She always said this after having a delicious course of Aunt May’s cooking, which at this point was every other day or so.
“Oh you’re always welcome here, dear,” said Aunt May, “Now go, you two are going to miss the train.”
The two said their goodbyes to the married couple and off they went out the front door and onto the sidewalk, where an impatient Pietro waited.
“Took you two long enough,” he said while tapping his foot incessantly. “Mom and dad missed you at breakfast, dear sister,” he said in a mocking tone.
“Well get back to me when dad can actually cook something worth a damn, dear brother,” she fired back.
Pietro shook his head in disappointment, his silver hair flowing side to side as he did. “Hey Pete, ready for the field trip?” he asked excitedly, a complete change in his composure.
“Dude, you know it!” Peter exclaimed, high fiving Pietro.
Wanda groaned. “I’m surrounded by geeks.”
The walk to the train station was yet again, per the usual for the life of Peter Parker. Talking to Pietro about the villain fight that was on the news the night before while Wanda playfully mocks them.
“So the paper is due Friday right?” Wanda asked.
“Yep,” responded Peter.
“But does that mean 12:00 that morning or at 11:59 that night?” replied Pietro.
“No, it’s du-“
sudden explosion was heard. The trio stopped in their tracks and looked to where they heard the explosion. They see smoke in the direction they were looking.
“That’s the station…” Peter said.
“That explosion…” Pietro said.
Peter turned to Pietro. “Which means…”
Wanda eyes widened in horror. “Oh God, please no.”
Peter and Pietro's eyes lit up. “Villain attack!” they both exclaimed. Then the two ran off in the direction of the station.
“Hey, wait up you two!” Wanda exclaimed, running after the pair.
When Peter, Pietro, and Wanda got to the station it was a sight to behold. On top of the tracks was a villain they’d never seen before. He was gigantic in size and was entirely made out of sand. He stood on the overpass and roared out, daring any hero to attack.
“A new villain?” Peter asked with extreme curiosity.
“Yeah looks like it,” Pietro responded with eagerness, “He looks so cool!”
The villain reeled back his fist and punched a chunk out of a building. The crowd that was surrounding the scene screamed as debris threatened to crush them. That is until a blue and red blur flew in and destroyed all of the debris that dare harm the populace. It was the Avenger Captain Marvel, one of the strongest members of the team.
“Oh Cap’s here? This’ll be done in no time,” mused Pietro.
Peter swooned. “She’s so cool.”
Wanda huffed and crossed her arms, a small blush cascaded her cheeks. “She’s okay.”
The villain’s voice echoed and roared. “Get outta here pipsqueak, before I slaughter ya!”
Captain Marvel floated above the crowd, glowing with a golden light, her hair defying gravity as it floated upwards. Her very presence exerted the power she possessed. She looked back to the crowd. “Multiple Man, form a barrier!” she ordered.
“Alright people, don’t move past the clones y’hear?” multiple voices echoed.
The trio looked and saw the rescue hero Multiple Man! A new up and coming hero who could create a seemingly infinite amount of clones of himself. A sea of clones barred entrance to the battle. “They’re exact copies of him,” Peter whispered. “I gotta...” He reached into his book bag and took out a notebook and a cheap digital camera.
“And there he goes,” Wanda sighed.
He took his camera, aimed at one of the clones, and snapped a quick picture. Then, he opened his notebook. It had the number twelve written in sharpie pen on the cover. Peter opened it and flicked through the pages and pages of hero analysis until he found Multiple Man’s entry and feverishly wrote in his new finding.
“Oh, it warms my heart to see such an enthusiastic youth!” A laugh rang in Peter’s ears. He looked to his right and saw an older looking gentleman. Balding, but still has his white hair, a bushy mustache, and a cool pair of black sunglasses.
A blush danced onto Peter’s face. “Ah, well it’s just a hobby of mine.”
The elderly gentleman chuckled. “Oh don’t try to fool me, young man! I know exactly what you are! A fanboy!”
Peter’s face was bright red from embarrassment. “I, well I-“
“Hey there’s nothing wrong with being a fanboy!” Pietro exclaimed, standing up for his friend.
The gentleman continue to chuckle. “Not at all, young man! Why when I was your ag-“
The villain roared once again. “Don’t you come near me!”
Captain Marvel flexed out her arm and pointed at the villain. “Flint Marko, you are under arrest for illegal quirk usage and destruction of property! Anything you say can and will be us- gah!” The heroine was suddenly cut off by a gigantic fist made out of sand punching her into a nearby building.
“I ain’t going to jail!” the sand villain yelled as he reeled back his other giant fist, “And I’ll be sendin’ ya straight to hell!” The sand giant flung his fist into the building where Captain Marvel crashed into, but the attack was blocked by an invisible force field! Peter looked to the top of the building to his left, and standing there was the Invisible Woman, one third of the Future Foundation!
“Ah! It’s Susan Storm!” Peter heard Wanda squeal in delight. “She’s gonna kick this sand dude’s ass!”
“Nah, my money’s still on Cap,” replied Pietro, “She can probably bench press the continent if she wants to.”
Wanda groaned. “Not every problem can be solved by brute strength, dear brother,” she said in a mocking tone, “You need finesse and to think outside the box! Right, Pete?” She stood with her hands on her hips in a stance of confidence. However she got no response from her friend. “Pete?” When Wanda turned to face him, all she saw was him feverishly writing in his notebook. Deaf to the world around him.
“So Invisible Woman actually doesn’t disappear she just bends the light around her to make the illusion that she’s invisible so does that mean that she can’t see when she’s invisible or maybe the light is still hitting her eyes anyway so maybe she sees but you also have to consider…” Peter rambled on and on.
A moment of awkward silence fell upon Wanda, Pietro, and the gentleman as Peter muttered away. “Oh Pete.” Wanda sighed.
“Does your friend usually do this?” the gentleman asked.
Pietro scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. “Yeah, it’s hard for him to stop when he gets going.” Another crash was heard and the attention of the group was once again focused on the ensuing fight.
“You ready, Sue?!” yelled Captain Marvel as she flew upwards towards the sky.
“The barrier’s up, Carol; turn this villain into glass!” yelled the Invisible Woman back as she flexed her arms out.
The sand villain tried to reach for the flying superhero but found himself unable to move past the invisible barrier that blocked his path. “Wh-what the hell is this?!” he screamed in terror.
“This is the end of your villainy, Marko!” exclaimed Captain Marvel.
The crowd went wild, this was the public’s favorite part in villain fights: when the hero triumphs over the villain and saves the day. “Come on, ma’am! Show us a flashy finish!” the older gentleman exclaimed.
“I told you so,” Pietro said as he bumped Wanda’s arm with his elbow.
Wanda shot a dirty look at her brother. “Oh, shut up,” she said. She put her hand on Peter’s shoulder who was still writing in his notebook. “Peter, it’s about to finish. You’re gonna wanna see this.”
Peter’s consciousness came reeling back into reality as he saw Captain Marvel floating in the sky. Her golden aura intensified as her hair stood straight up. Peter internally squealed as he knew what was coming, he quickly aimed his camera at the hero. It was Captain Marvel’s signature move! The golden aura stopped being an aura and started to be the color of Captain Marvel’s skin as her body stored energy. Her quirk: Binary Engine, allows her to store energy inside of her and release it at her will. She yelled out a battle cry and flexed her arms forward. “Binary Ignition!” A beam of golden energy erupted from her fists. If one were to ask the crowd what occurred that day, they would say that they felt the Earth shake beneath them as they saw the furious fiery energy hurdle itself towards the giant sand villain. With a loud scream of pain, the sand villain took the blast in his giant sandy chest. The extreme heat from the energy started to solidify the sand that it hit.
“No!” the villain roared, “I-I can’t move!” With the invisible barrier now closed fully around the villain, the extreme heat from the binary blast went to work. The heat was trapped and had nowhere to go, just like the villain. The villain was quickly calcified in glass, unable to move. A statue to the victory of heroes, the sand villain was.
The crowd erupted in cheers and chants as Captain Marvel slowly descended back to the ground and the Invisible Woman followed suit. The heroes gave the all clear for the police to restrain the villain, a tall order given his size but the police always came prepared.
Peter, on the other hand, was feverishly writing in his notebook about the intricacies of what he saw of Captain Marvel’s signature move. How much heat it truly produced being the main point of intrigue for him. “So for sand to turn into glass the sand has to be exposed to a temperature of 3,090 degrees Fahrenheit or 1,700 degrees Celsius which means that Captain Marvel’s energy output is far greater than what I initially calculated for her maybe…”
“He really likes to write doesn’t he?” the gentleman asked.
Wanda sighed with a tinge of embarrassment. “Yeah, he really does,” she said. She then put on a big enthusiastic smile. “But, he’s going to be the best hero of all time. I just know it.”
“Wow, thanks, sis,” said Pietro.
The old man let out a light chuckle as he saw the two siblings bicker and Peter mutter and write in his notebook.
“... and you also have to consider the possibility that with enough stored power she can become a walking sun and that would be devastating for villains but maybe she can also solve any future energy crisis that the world will face and-“
“Hey, kid.” Peter felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see the old man standing next to him. “You don’t let anybody tell you that you can’t be a hero, alright? If somebody doesn’t believe in you, prove them wrong. Think of heroism as the classic mask and spandex costumes, it doesn’t matter who’s behind the mask. Anybody can be a hero.”
Peter felt the warmth and kindness of the old man’s words. He flashed him a goofy grin. “Thank you, sir! I promise to become the world’s greatest hero.”
The old man returned with a big smile. “Excelsior, young man! Now go out there, and become the best hero that you can be!”
The trio thanked the gentleman for his time and walked up to the train platform as the police gave the all clear to enter the station. They got on their train and sat down. Peter glanced out the window and a small smile formed on his face. Across the river he saw the apple of his eye. Adorned with a stylistic “A” on its face, stood Avengers Tower, HQ of the Mighty Avengers, the most popular hero agency in the world. While Avengers Tower was the HQ for the agency, it was also a school, Avengers Academy, where teenagers learn to become heroes. The school only taught from sophomore year to senior year of high school. Apparently because there wasn’t enough material for a full four years of hero education. “Hey, guys?” Peter called out to his friends.
Pietro and Wanda snapped out of their individual dazes from the painfully normal train ride and turned to their friend, his face plastered with an even bigger smile. “What’s up, man?” Pietro asked.
“Let’s apply to Avengers Academy,” Peter said. “Let’s be Avengers.”
Wanda’s face grew a soft smile. “Peter, you always say that,” she pointed out, “We’ve been wanting to be Avengers since we were kids!’”
“I think he just forgets that we made that pact years ago,” said Pietro, laughing as he did.
Peter turned to his left to face him. “No, I didn’t forget! I just want to make sure,” he said with a hint of anxiety in his voice. Peter’s face went from cheerful to solemn. This usually happened to him after being excited about heroes and his dream to be one. Almost as if somebody completely different swapped places with him. He would go from raving about heroes and claiming he was going to be an Avenger one day one second, and then the next second he would become eerily quiet. His eyes would darken with sadness. His whole demeanor would shift. He became reclusive and antisocial. In his head he thought to himself,
They’ll be the ones going to AA… not me. There aren’t any quirkless heroes in the first place, why would I be the exception?
Wanda noticed the drastic change in him. “Hey, hey, hey look at me,” she urged him. Peter turned to look at Wanda, and felt her hand on his shoulder. Her gaze met his. “You are going to be the best hero ever, okay? It doesn’t matter, okay? You’re already my hero.” She pointed to the red bandanna wrapped around her head as she said this. As Peter glanced at the accessory, he noticed how it wrapped down her cheek, under her chin, and was tied at the top of her head in a nice bow. Peter knew what she meant.
It’s been five years and she still remembers. To him, helping her up and tying his bandana around her head to keep her jaw in place was just the normal thing to do when someone trips and falls on their chin in Physical Education class.
He shot her a small, but genuine smile and said, “Okay.” Wanda shot a big smile back at him. As she did this his stomach became infested with butterflies and his face felt like it was lit aflame. He swore that he heard Pietro behind him groan and mutter, “Jeez, get a room.”
After yet another painfully average walk, they finally made it to their destination: Midtown High. Midtown High was just another average year 9-12 public high school located in Forest Hills, New York. Moderate in size, but gigantic in population. The school had trouble with too many students and not enough teachers to teach them. Cramped classrooms didn’t look good in the paper and it needed to be fixed. So to combat overpopulation and to promote transferring to other schools, there is a field trip to Avengers Tower for the freshman. If you want to tell kids to get out of your school, might as well tell them to be superheroes.
Unfortunately for Peter, the trio had to part ways for the time being since they all had separate homeroom classes. Peter sat in his classroom, and his gaze wandered around, looking at the 4x4 room that confined him. 25 desks filled the room in a semi-orderly fashion, Peter sitting near the back, which was unusual for him considering how studious he was. The floor was stained with age, under the coat of yellow was once a beautiful marble floor. The blackboard could never be truly cleaned as there were always remnants of past classes leaving their chalk footprint. Peter sighed and took a glance at the clock at the front of the class, however, he couldn’t make out the time with his bare eyes. He sighed once again, reached into his bag, and took out a container. He opened them and groaned as he was reminded that his glasses were ugly. Bright red covered the frame and the circular lenses felt as if they were half the size of his head. He put on his glasses, and the world suddenly became much clearer. He glanced at the clock again and saw it say it was 8:00 AM, right on the dot.
He groaned and let gravity claim his head. It made a nice and loud “bump” as it hit the desk. Peter knew what was coming. He counted down from fifty. He always comes in at 8:01 AM. Throughout the years of being bullied, Peter picked up a thing or two about personal quirks. At exactly 8:01 AM, he walked through the classroom door. His black hair stood in a spiky fashion, he wore a black muscle shirt, and baggy dark blue jeans. He was laughing as he entered the classroom, as if someone had told him a hilarious joke. Peter quickly stood up a book on his desk and opened it, creating a makeshift barrier between himself and the rest of the world. He fumbled with his glasses as he tried so desperately to put them back into their case. He lowered his head, below the book barrier. He didn’t want him to ruin today. It was supposed to be a happy day. He was going to Avengers Tower, he was going to see his heroes!
The world went silent and all Peter could hear was the sound of shoes hitting the floor, and it was getting closer. Peter silently whimpered. Why did he have to come after him today? Wasn’t he tired of this? Making his life hell? The footsteps stopped right next to him.
Oh no.
Pain was all Peter felt as his hair was being pulled back, forcing him to sit up straight. He felt every single strand of hair being unsuccessfully pulled from his scalp. He reluctantly opened his eyes, he had to face him now. All Peter saw was the black-haired kid smiling at him with a devious toothy smile.
“What do you want today, Flash?” Peter groaned, “Can you please let go of my hair?” Peter struggled as he grabbed the hand that had a fist full of his hair.
Flash gave a hearty laugh. “Aww, is Puny Parker all alone today? Is the quirkless wannabe sad that he can’t have his friends save him?”
He hated when Flash said that. It just reminded Peter of his true nature, that he was just normal. He doesn’t have the X-gene, he doesn’t have a quirk, he isn’t a mutant, he’s just human. Peter focused all of his might into digging his nails into Flash’s hand to make him let go. Suddenly, as he did that, Peter felt a gooey and slippery substance cover Flash’s hand, Peter squeezed but Flash didn’t let go. He only laughed.
“Oh Parker, did you piss off Venom?” he asked in a mocking tone. “Oh, is that right?” Flash said to no one in particular. Peter continued to thrash in pain as Flash kept his vice grip on his scalp. He felt like his hair was going to be pulled out, and his brain right with it. “Parker,” Flash said, his voice deepened, “Did you try to hurt me?” At this point, his voice became deep and twisted, almost demonic, as if two people were speaking in unison.
Peter grunted as he continued to struggle. “Yeah, so what? Let me go, damn it!” He glanced up at Flash and saw that his neck and a portion of his face were covered in black goop. Peter’s gaze then went to Flash’s mouth, he was baring his teeth, but they were all razor sharp. Oh God, Peter thought.
He saw this before. This black goop. Flash pulled Peter closer to his face. He could practically smell him failing to brush his teeth properly that morning. “That wasn’t very smart of you, Parker,” Flash said.
“Christ, Flash! Just leave me alone!” Peter exclaimed. Peter then curled his free hand into a fist and swung it at Flash. Momentum was stopped as Peter’s arm was caught, not by Flash’s arm, but a mouth, a mouth with sharp teeth. It wasn’t Flash’s mouth, but it was the black goop’s. It was a macabre sight to say the least. The mouth shot itself from Flash’s abdomen and latched on to Peter’s fist. Peter didn’t feel any pain, however, but he did feel the sharp teeth prick his wrist as it held it in place.
“Oh, Venom. You always know how to make me proud,” Flash said with a small chuckle. “Oh, that’s right! I didn’t feed you today, did I?” Peter’s eyes widened in horror. Flash gave a sinister smile. “Go wild.”
Peter shut his eyes as the word went into slow motion. Was Flash serious?! Was he going to let Venom devour his hand?! He could get suspended! Expelled even! He’d be charged with assault and battery and be tried as an adult! This is what perplexed Peter about Flash, he had great grades, was the school’s star quarterback, but he always did reckless activities that could have the potential of ruining his life. Even from a young age he was like this. Peter felt the terrifying mouth start to close on his fist, it was slow as if it was taunting him. As if it was letting his host enjoy the scene play out in front of him. He snapped back in reality, his gaze darted across the room, looking for someone, anyone to help him. His heart sunk as he saw the cruel reality; others had arrived by that time and they were all in their own groups, their own cliques, and they were watching the events unfold. They all just intently stared at the scene. No one dared make a move. Would anyone stand up and intervene? Peter closed his eyes, and braced for the pain that was to come.
It happened. Peter felt the teeth rip and tear into his skin. He tried letting out a scream but more black goop shot out of Flash’s chest and onto his mouth, which muffled Peter’s scream for help. The mouth kept slowly clamping down, it wasn’t long until it was going to hit Peter’s bone. Peter started to hyperventilate. His chest rose and fell. Rose and fell. Over and over again. As he saw what was happening to his hand his mind raced. Why him? Why today? Today was supposed to be a good day. Why? Why? Why? Peter felt the sharp teeth graze the top of his carpal bone. He closed his eyes and whimpered.
“That’s enough!” A voice pierced the unsettling air like a bullet.
Peter glanced towards where the voice was shouted from, and there he saw Wanda and Pietro. Pietro had his hand on Flash’s shoulder, grasping it with an iron grip, and Wanda stood near Peter, grabbing his arm and pulling it out of the jaws of the beast. Peter looked at her eyes, her pupils were glowing a bright red. She looked at the lacerations on his wrist with a deep and sad look. She took in a deep breath and put her free hand over the wounds, and then the magic started. Red energy started to flow out of her hand and into Peter’s wounds. When the red energy entered the wounds, Peter felt an extreme warmth run up his arm. It felt odd, but it wasn’t strange to him; he had felt this many times before. When Wanda first got her quirk five years ago, she’d been the person to heal Peter’s scars and bruises he sustained from his run-ins with Flash. The reason why Uncle Ben and Aunt May didn’t know how bad Peter really had it was thanks to Wanda’s quirk. He looked down in embarrassment, he could already tell that she was worried about him. The day had just started and Peter was already hurt.
“You got a death wish, Maximoff?” Flash growled.
“Leave him alone, Thompson,” Pietro demanded. Peter looked at the two feuding teens. To him, it was as if two forces of nature collided. Pietro, a benevolent mountain standing tall no matter the condition, and Flash, a ravaging tornado destroying everything in its path. Two titans facing off against each other, and it’s all because of a quirkless boy.
Flash scoffed and all of the black goop retreated back into his body, out of sight. He looked directly into Peter’s eyes. “You’re lucky your body guards came to rescue you, wallcrawler,” he said. He then went and sat in his seat at the other side of the room.
“Alright kids,” Peter’s teacher, Mr. Harrington said, “As you all know, today is the field trip to Avengers Tower.” Mr. Harrington was always an odd fellow, even in this world of superpowers. He was a tall lanky man, with brown hair and a bushy beard and moustache. Just by looking at him you can tell that he was a nerd in his youth. He wore brown suits to class, always had a neat tie on, and wore black dress pants. On his desk one could find memorabilia of the wonderful world of science. Globes, a model of the solar system, a Newton’s cradle, a map of the periodic table, etc. Peter liked Mr. Harrington; the appreciated his love of science, and even though Mr. Harrington gave the aura of a man who has been punched in the face one-too-many times, Peter related hard.
“Just so you all know, two students from different classes have requested to join ours for today.” Peter then took a glance at Pietro and Wanda who were sitting to the left and right of him respectively. As Peter looked at her, Wanda proudly showed him a small doodle of Flash being punched in the face by the Hulk. Peter smiled at the rough sketch. No matter how bad he felt, she could always make him laugh.
Peter’s gaze trailed back to his notebook in front of him. This was Peter’s Quirk Analysis book. It was open. The name Wanda Maximoff was written in the title section with neat handwriting. A picture of her was clipped on by a paper clip. Peter smiled at the photo he had taken last summer when they visited the planetarium. Her pose was odd, but unique. She had her fingertips touch one another, her legs spread and bent, her torso bent forward, and a big toothy smile plastered on her face as if she was saying, “Come at me, ya scoundrels!” She stood in front of a model of the planet Saturn. A small grin created itself on Peter’s face; that was a fun time for him.
Beside her picture were the words, “Quirk: Hex,” and below that were notes. Peter read these notes every so often. They were notes on Wanda’s Quirk. He came up with the name himself after seeing it in action so many times. Hex was one mystery of a power as it just showed up one day. For years people thought that Wanda was quirkless, until one day when she saved Peter from being Flash’s punching bag for the day. The memory flew through Peter’s mind like a bird through the sky. He remembered being pinned up to a tree, gazing into Flash’s eyes, which were filled with murderous intent. The next thing he remembered was Flash being lifted in the air by a mysterious red glow, and then seeing Wanda glowing with that same redness. This didn’t stop the bullying for her, however. Before she was being bullied for being a foreign quirkless girl, now she was being bullied for being a foriegn freak who got her quirk late.
Peter had spent hours studying Wanda’s quirk. There was one conclusion that he came about, Hex was a sort of probability manipulation, similar to Dr. Strange’s quirk: Mystic Arts. Her power could bend the fabric of probability in her favor. He theorized she can probably cause a gun to backfire just by looking at it, but he’d rather not test it. She can also shoot out red energy bolts as projectiles, they don’t hurt much, but it still was a force of concussive energy. Her quirk also allowed her to “heal” people, however, this was contested by Peter. The only thing she had done to heal him was close his wounds; he still felt sore and achy afterwards. Maybe since she doesn’t know the intricate details of the human body, she doesn’t know how to heal someone fully, or maybe she was just scared of screwing it up. In the end, Hex was an amazing quirk in Peter’s eyes. He couldn’t wait to see her become a hero one day.
He turned the page and came across Pietro’s entry. His picture was a one-in-a-million shot that Peter took at one of Pietro’s soccer games during Physical Education class. Pietro’s pose was simply art, his left leg outstretched after kicking the ball, his right arm crossing his body as his left arm is outstretched, keeping him balanced, and all the while a big goofy smile that screamed, “Yeah, I’m the best!” Peter remembered how much he and Wanda were cheering for him that day. In the end, Pietro’s team won and got bragging rights for a whole year.
Like Wanda’s entry, next to Pietro’s picture was the name of his quirk: Superspeed. It was fairly self explanatory, Pietro’s quirk allowed him to move at superhuman levels. He could outrun any car, train, plane… Well, maybe not a plane, Peter thought to himself. However, his quirk also granted him enhanced metabolism. Pietro was always fit, any scrape or bruise would be gone within minutes, and he had to eat a lot to keep up. Pietro always wanted to be a hero, and his quirk locked in his future to be one of the greatest heroes of all time.
Peter's smile turned into a frown as he turned to the next page. The name in the title box was Eugene “Flash” Thompson, and below that were the words “Quirk: Symbiote.” Flash’s quirk was the scariest of them all, it was a living organism that was bonded to Flash’s body. Its base form was a black goop that would cover Flash if it felt like it or Flash was being threatened. In reality, the symbiote was always on Flash. It was Flash, and Flash was it. It also gave itself a name: Venom. Venom can form any weapon from itself, be an impenetrable shield for Flash, and can enhance Flash’s strength fivefold. Flash and Venom were one and the same, they talked to each other, and they looked out for each other. Sometimes Peter would see Flash mumbling to himself, when in actuality he was having a conversation with Venom.
However, Flash wasn’t the only person in the world with a symbiote. Symbiotes were a quirk that arrived late to the scene as they’ve only been around for the past 80 years or so. Nobody knew where the symbiote quirk came from, and some even theorized they were a failed experiment caused by the Weapon program that was never properly disposed of. Unfortunately for people with symbiotes, there was a dangerous stereotype connected to them: cannibalism. It’s no secret that people with symbiotes need to have a larger intake of food since they’re effectively eating for two, so naturally rumors started to spread about people with the symbiote quirk. This stereotype was derived from one entity, a villain named Carnage.
The only symbiote that was able to leave its host and live on its own was one of the most dangerous villains alive. Its original host was a serial killer called Cleetus Cassidy, a cannibal with over 30 confirmed murders, most of them women and children. Cassidy was as messed up as a human could get. He truly believed that human life was meaningless, and he was doing his victims a favor by murdering them. Cleetus Cassidy’s religion was murder and cannibalism, and the symbiote believed as well. Eventually, the symbiote grew tired of Cassidy, and murdered him. Police found the gruesome corpse of Cassidy strung about the apartment, but Carnage was nowhere in sight. It escaped and bonded with a new host; It would continue this cycle for the next 26 years.
“Hey, uh, Pete?”
A voice pulled Peter out of his day dreaming, he looked around the room to see all the desks empty and Wanda and Pietro at the doorway of the classroom. Peter’s face turned red in embarrassment.
“Oh, sorry!” he exclaimed as he gathered his belongings and joined the duo.
At 200 Park Ave. in New York City sits a skyscraper unlike any other. It was a business center, R&D center, a laboratory, a Hero HQ, and an academy for young heroes-in-training. Adorned with a stylized “A”, Avengers Tower stands as a beacon of heroism. Peter Parker muttered these words to himself as he found himself standing outside the front door. He had so many questions to ask, but one stood out amongst all the others. A question he’s had since he could talk. A question on that day he would finally have answered.
As he stood in front of the building in a daze, Wanda and Pietro stood by his side, they both gave him a big smile. “Avengers Assemble?” Wanda asked them.
Pietro nodded. Peter looked Wanda in the eyes, and smiled as well. “Avengers Assemble.”
~A~
“Boss, there’s an emergency at Central Park. Reports say that Carnage has been spotted and is on the run.”
“Any heroes on patrol near there?”
“Negative, boss.”
“What about Carol?”
“Captain Marvel is currently with the Invisible Woman, they’re at the Raft making sure the villain they captured earlier is in proper custody.”
“... So you’re saying that I-“
“Boss, get off your ass and be a hero.”
“I don’t remember programming you with a potty mouth, Friday.”
“And I don’t remember asking for your opinion. The suit is at 100%.”
“How long will the charge last this time?”
“About two and a half hours, boss.”
“Heh, plenty of time.”
The shutters to the darkened room opened, revealing the city down below. A man clad in red and yellow armor walks out onto a balcony.
“Time to be Iron Man.”
To be continued...
#My Hero Academia#Avengers#Marvel#My Avengers Academy#Spiderman#Wanda Maximoff#Spideywitch#Pietro Maximoff#Venom#Iron Man#Fanfiction#Avengers Fanfic
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bye i have to do this because i read @blognotfound ‘s but whatever i’m bored anyways
1. think of the last person who said i love you, do you think they meant it?my brother lolol probably not
2. would you date an 18yr old at the age you are now? uh no
3. when was the last you were aggravated and happy at the same time? yesterday
4. would you ever smile at a stranger? yes i would
5. is there someone mad bc you’re dating or talking to the person you are? i’m single as hell so no
6. have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? nah
7. what exactly are you wearing right now? running shorts and a shirt from my temple
8. how often do you listen to music? the real question is : when do i not listen to music?
9. do you wear jeans or sweats more? sweats
10. do you think your life will change dramatically before 2014? it... has??
11. are you a social or antisocial person? it depends on how well i know you
12. have you ever kissed someone who’s name begins with the letter a? nope
13. what about the letter r? nope
14. can you drive a stick shift? ahahahahhahahaha funny joke no
15. do you care if people talk badly about you? not really
16. are you going out of town soon? nope
17. when was the last time you cried? yesterday because i’m dramatic asf
18. have you ever told someone you loved them? platonically yeah
19. if you could change your eye color, would you? mm maybe a few shades lighter than it is
20. is there a boy who you would absolutely everything for? yes my guy bsf
21. name something you dislike about the say you’re having. my mom’s listening to despacito yikes
22. is it cute when guys kiss you on the forehead? yeahhh
23. are you dating the last person you talked to? no because that would be incest and uhm ew
24. what are you sitting on rn? my bed
25. does anybody regularly tell you they love you? platonically yes
26. have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? yes
27. who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? my best friend
28. do you get a lot of colds? nah
29. where is the shirt you’re wearing from? my temple
30. does anyone hate you? lol yeah
31. do you have empty alcohol bottles hidden in your room? no because i’m 13
32. do you like watching scary movies? yeah
33. do you wanna get your tongue pierced? ouch no
34. if you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? 2017
35. did you have a dream last night? yeah i went to chick fil a with margot robbie and we talked about leonardo dicaprio :)
36. when was the last time you told someone you love them? uh 2 days back
37. do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? uh please no
38. do you think someone has feelings for you? idk man
39. do you think someone is thinking of you rn? maybe?
40. did you have a good day yesterday? it was alright
41. think back 2 months ago. were you in a relationship? nope
42. in the next 48 hrs, will you hang out with a girl? my mom yeah
43. has anyone told you they don’t ever wanna lose you? yeah
44. what’s the best part about school? lunch 👅
45. do you have any pictures on your facebook? i don’t even have fb in the first place
46. do you ever pass notes to your friends in school? yeah during tests because they all ask me for answers smh
47. do you replay things that happen in your head? omg yeah things from like 4 years back
48. were you single last summer? yes i was
49. is anything in your life like it was 2 years ago? not really no
50. what are you supposed to be doing rn? reading a book
51. do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? it depends
52. are you nice to everyone? lol nope
53. have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? yeah yikes
54. did you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? yeah because i’m a nice person
55. are you good at hiding your feelings? depends
56. do you think you like someone? leonardo dicaprio yeah
57. have you ever kissed someone who’s name starts with j? nope
58. do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys? both
59. has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry? yeah because i got reallyyyyyy shitty period cramps in class once
60. do you hate anyone? depends on how you define hate
61. how’s your heart? alright
62. is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? yes way too many
63. have you ever cried over a guy? no
64. who is probably talking a load of crap about you rn? uh my ex bsf who lives across the road isn’t that great
65. are your toenails painted pink? nope
66. will your next kiss be a mistake? uh that’d also be my first so idk maybe? i hope not tho
67. do girls love it when their bfs cry? uh no
68. have your pants ever fallen down in public? my kilt has while playing field hockey but i was wearing shorts underneath so its fine
69. who was the last person you were on the phone with? my bestfriend
70. how do you look rn? nasty
71. do you have someone you can be your complete self around? yeah most people unless you’re a total psycho
72. can you commit to one person? yeah
73. do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? yeah
74. have you ever felt replaced? so so so many times
75. did you wake up cranky? nope
76. are you a jealous person? sometimes
77. are relationships ever worth it? haven’t been in one but i mean they should be worth it
78. anyone you’re giving up on? lolz my brother
79. currently wanting to see anyone? @kalenahaimm GET YOUR ASS OUTTA JAPAN AND BACK IN NJ PLEASE
80. name something you have to do tomorrow. uh eat?
81. last person you cried in front of? my mom
82. is there someone you’ll never forget? yep
83. do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you? no cuz he don’t know me he’s a celebrity
84. if the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing rn? eating :)
85. are you over your past? nope
86. have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex? uhh yeah that was a disaster
87. is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? yeah
88. if your fist true love knocked on your door with an apology and presents would you accept? no because that’d mean he stalked me al; the way from ohio to nj and that’s weird
89. so the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3am, do you let them in? a ghost. sure.
90. have you ever liked someone who your friends hates? yeah
91. will you be in a relationship in 2 months? doubt it
92. is there anyone you know with the name michael? my neighbor
93. have you ever kissed a matthew? nope
94. were you in a relationship in january? how was it going? nope
95. were you happy with the person you liked in march? i don’t think i liked anyone in march?
96. is the last person you texted attractive? yes she’s pretty
97. who do you have texts from? my 2 bsfs, my cousin, and a family friend
98. if the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? “that’s great”
99. have you ever kissed someone older than you? nope
100. who’s in your pfp with you? uhh no one
101. ever kissed under fireworks? nope y’all really be making me feel single asf huh
102. has anybody ever given you butterflies? duh
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(SUB 11) Alana is answering: -> this survey ❤️
Next post - 05/05/20 - 3am GMT - 10pm EDT
1. What is your name?
Alana
2. Age, and where are you from?
15 and from Brazil
3. What’s your sexual orientation?
Bi
4. Your pubic hair?
Bald
5. Are you virgin?
Nope
6. How old were you when you first masturbated?
12
7. How did you discover masturbation?
School, then I asked my mom
8. How old were you when you had your first orgasm?
13
9. Can you tell us more about your first orgasm? How did it happen?
I actually tried everyday because I wanted to know how it felt like. I still remember the story I was reading the first time I came
10. How often do you masturbate?
Almost daily
11. When was the last time you masturbated?
Today
12. Do you masturbate to any stimulus?
Pics I receive, taking dirty online and literotica
13. What do you think about?
Depends on the stimuli that I’m using
14. What’s the last thing you thought of or masturbated to?
Came while trading nudes with another Girl
15. Have you ever walked in on or caught someone masturbating? (If yes, please tell us a little more about it)
One time I was going to take a friend of mine and he was masturbating. I laughed a lot and he was really embarrassed
16. Have someone ever walked in and caught you masturbating? (If yes, please tell us a little more about it)
Was caught by my mom. She just shrugged it off.
17. Have you ever had cyber sex?
Yeah
18. Have you ever had phone sex?
Nope
19. Have you ever had a wet dream?
Yes
20. What’s your favorite method of masturbation? (i.e. Hands/Toys/Lotion/etc.)
With my hands or with my pillow
21. Are you loud or quiet when you masturbate?
Usually quiet, but eventually I let myself be louder
22. Do you ever masturbate in pjs? If so what type and how?
Yes, with pajama shorts. There's a neighbor that can see my bed, so eventually I give him a show
23. Do you ever touch any other part of your body whilst you masturbate?
Yeah, my boobs I seldom do that
24. Has anyone ever watched you masturbate live online?
Yeah
25. Has anyone ever watched you masturbate in person?
Yep
26. Have you ever watched someone masturbate live online?
Yes
27. Have you ever watched someone masturbate in person?
Yeah
28. Have you ever masturbated with someone? (Mutual masturbation)
Yes
29. Do you enjoy watching others masturbate?
Yes, boys and girls
30. Do you enjoy being watched while masturbating?
Yeah I do
31. Who do you like to think about when you masturbate?
It varies a lot...
32. Have you ever told them you think about them while you masturbate?
Yes
33. Does anyone know you masturbate? How did they find out?
I told them
34. Have you masturbated because your partner wasn’t around to help? Where were they?
Yes, at a party or at a trip
35. What’s your most embarrassing masturbation story?
My mom when she caught me, but it's not that embarrassing
36. What’s your funniest masturbation story?
I don’t think that I have one...
38. Have you ever masturbated in unique or strange places?
At school or at a public bus
39. Have you ever used something unique or strange to masturbate?
A brush or my pillow
40. Is it easy for you to orgasm or do you have to work for it?
Extremely easy
41. What’s the easiest way for you to get off?
Fingering myself, getting fingered and receiving oral sex
42. Is there only one way you can get off? (i.e. Vaginal/Clitoral/Toy Use)
Nope
43. Are you able to achieve orgasm through only non-conventional or indirect methods? (Breast Play/Hands-Free/Anal)
No
44. Do you ever double penetrate while you masturbate?
Yes
45. Do you ever suck on a dildo while you masturbate?
Always like to taste my fingers once I'm done
46. Do you edge when you masturbate? (Get to the point of orgasm and stop repeatedly to enhance the experience)
Sometimes
47. What position do you typically masturbate in?
Laying
48. How do you react when you orgasm, arch your back, pull faces? Etc
Arch back, cry out if I can and loose control of my legs
49. Describe how an orgasm feels to you when you cum? If possible
I don't know how lol. It hits my entire body and it's really intense
50. Describe a typical masturbation session.
Get horny talking to someone to the point that I can't help but to touch myself
51. How long do you usually last?
I usually cum in under two minutes, but the entire sessions lasts about half an hour
52. What’s the quickest you’ve ever been brought to orgasm?
Just inserted my fingers about ten times and I came
53. What’s the longest masturbation session you’ve had?
About 2 hours
54. What’s the most amount of times you’ve cum in a day?
7 times
55. How wet do you get? Do you leak fluids when you orgasm? (If yes, please describe)
I get really wet, to the point that my fingers get soaked. I have pics
56. If you are older than 35, how has masturbation changed for you over the years?
I’m 15
57. Do you want to tell us something more about your masturbation experiences?
Not really
58. Are you sexually aroused taking this survey?
Nope lol
59. Are you going to masturbate tonight after taking this survey?
I'm going to masturbate tonight, but not because of this survey
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36 Questions to Make You Fall in Love
SO my boy Eugene Lee Yang released a video where he answered the 36 first date questions to make you fall in love. Apparently, the idea of the questions is to create an emotional connection upfront.
(Related: It’s been interesting to see what Youtube/video content creators have come up with to produce content from home during quarantine!).
ANYWAY I thought it was an interesting “get to know you” thing, so I’MMA DO IT TOO below the cut! It is extremely long.
1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?
I have way too much anxiety to impose on a stranger to this extent, so I’d magically have my friends teleported to my home (pre or post quarantine).
2. Would you like to be famous? In what way?
Fame is a nightmare scenario for me.
3. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?
Yes, but only with service providers. I can and will utterly blank on what I need and what my dang name is when asked, “How can I help you?”
4. What would constitute a "perfect" day for you?
Ha! Right now, just a day without covid-19. I miss the outside world. Even things like browsing a store sound heavenly.
But... The best days of my life thus far were my Hawaii vacation, especially snorkeling and hiking through a rain forest. So... I’d want a day where I wake up early in Hawaii to snorkel and hike, and then drink mai tais and watch the sunset with my husband.
5. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?
...I sang “Let’s All Sing Like the Birdies Sing” in the shower today...
6. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?
Oh, yikes, my mind. My mother’s father started degrading from Alzheimer’s when I was about 10.
(I’m assuming this refers to having a healthy mind throughout your life, and not remaining frozen in your 30-year-old mindset/experience set).
7. Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?
No, not at all. Definitely hoping it’s not Alzheimer’s related.
8. Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.
Well, I assume you and I both love Digimon!
As for my husband, we’re alike in habits and hobbies, but different in personality. We’re both introverted homebodies who love video games/nerd stuff in general/learning. We also highly value security, so we tend to work hard and save. I’d say we’re both grounded and reasonable, although I’m the more emotional one.
9. For what in your life do you feel most grateful?
This is too hard! I’m constantly feeling so grateful. I love existing as me! I seem to have a strong sense of self, and of where I stand, and that’s so dope. I’m also intensely grateful for my husband, who is so generous with his love and affection and care. And I’m glad that I found a career that suits me so well.
10. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?
Er.
I had a difficult childhood. It’s hard, because my Mom loves me and my brother and sacrificed so much for us... But she (and all of our relatives) failed to protect me from my father’s various flavors of abuse. We were both also under a ton of pressure to excel academically.
Still, I can’t change the past. I’d rather donate to women’s shelters and resources for people dealing with abuse at home.
11. Take four minutes and tell your partner your life story in as much detail as possible.
Let me bullet point it:
-Spent most of my time from 6 months old to 2 years old in a body cast because my hip wasn’t in the socket, and my muscles developed around it like that. Went to tons of physical therapy.
-Drew comics when I was 3 and 4 because I needed to get ideas out, such as they were, but I couldn’t write yet.
-I love cats, and have had at least one since I was five.
-My home situation was rough. I started trying to plan how to get out and be independent early and have been working and saving since I was 16.
-Interests/hobbies: animals, singing, nature, science, books, music, writing, video games, art, baking
-Met and started dating my husband at age 14. We’re blissfully married.
-First job was at an aquarium. Worked summers at a biotech firm during college. I’ve been working in biotech since I graduated. I currently research immunotherapies. I have a B.S. in biology.
-I have general anxiety disorder and see a therapist every other week. Therapy has been amazing, A+ would recommend.
-I’m an asexual cis lady
-I need to read and write to stay sane. Reading connects my mind to other minds, which helps me grow, understand, and think. Writing releases the pressure that builds up in my brain.
-I’m introverted, but friendly. Also, I’m an enormous dork.
12. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?
Teleportation
13. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?
No, thanks. I realize the point is to share information about myself through my response, but... This just isn’t how humans are meant to live. We’re supposed to discover our way and forge our futures, not have answers magically handed to us.
14. Is there something that you've dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven't you done it?
...Sigh. My husband and I have dreamed of visiting Japan since we were teens. We were just starting to plan the trip when covid-19 hit. Thankfully, we hadn’t booked anything yet.
15. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?
Being me, being happy, whole, fulfilled, and confident. There’s no one magic accomplishment that makes everything “worth it” or makes me feel like I “made it.”
16. What do you value most in a friendship?
Oh, oh, oh, there’s a lot to this! Obviously, a friend needs to be kind (you don’t want to spend time with a jerk), but they also need to be emotionally mature (lending a kind ear is good, but functioning as a therapist for a friend is exhausting). But it’s the best if a friend has both of those things, but also is interesting in some way. Like... maybe they’re funny, or charismatic, or share your hobbies. And it’s a great feeling when a friend reaches out to you and makes time for you now and then; it’s a vulnerable feeling to always be the one to reach out.
17. What is your most treasured memory?
My first kiss, which was with my husband when we were 15.
Also, my entire trip to Hawaii with my husband.
18. What is your most terrible memory?
I’ll probably go with the time my father called me into his room while I was doing homework- I was probably 16ish? He told me I’d never be as smart, talented, or successful as my brother, at great length, for no discernible reason. He said I’d have to work more than twice as hard as him to get by, since I was so deficient. I still have nightmares where this replays.
19. If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?
I would say that I would quit my job and travel with my husband, but... You know, covid-19. I’d want to spend a ton of time with my husband, see as much as I can of the world, and do whatever I can to get details in order and make things as easy on my husband as possible.
20. What does friendship mean to you?
It means that you love someone and actively want them in your life, and you treat them as such.
Life is short, and people only have so much physical and emotional energy. If you choose to freely and joyfully give it to someone, then that’s a big deal.
21. What roles do love and affection play in your life?
??? Same as anyone else, I’d assume. People need people, although everyone has different levels of need. I guess I do tend to avoid casual relationships so I have more energy for my closest relationships. I’m also extremely independent, so I think my needs are smaller than average.
22. Alternate sharing something you consider a positive characteristic of your partner. Share a total of five items.
I assume that you, reader, are a cutie pie. Hello!
But let me talk about my husband! He is wicked smart, always learning for fun, and skilled at logic/reasoning. He’s also a hard worker, and the head of software development at his company at age 31. He is sooo shy and terrible at small talk, but I adore that he’s the quiet type, since the world is always so loud. He’s gentle and loving and kind, and he takes amazing care of me and is constantly looking for ways to do something for me. And he’s laid back and easy-going, which is so soothing.
23. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people's?
No and no.
24. How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?
It’s... complicated.
25. Make three true "we" statements each. For instance, "We are both in this room feeling ... "
WE ALL STAN THE CHOSEN. We are all excited for the Digimon Reboot to restart. We all love Koushiro!
26. Complete this sentence: "I wish I had someone with whom I could share ... "
...I want more writing and reading friends.
27. If you were going to become a close friend with your partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know.
I’ve had to explain to a lot of people that, despite being friendly and open, I’m introverted and independent, and a total homebody. I often find that people want to go to bars with friends, or maybe see movies or go to festivals. I would rather talk on a video chat while we each do our own thing. People tend to want too much too fast for my slow, cautious pace.
28. Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you've just met.
I like that you love Digimon and have somehow managed to read this much of this never-ending thing. Also, you look cute.
29. Share with your partner an embarrassing moment in your life.
I asked my husband out over the phone when I was 14. I was sitting on a wooden chair that was far, far older than me. Because I was so nervous, I was rocking the chair back and forth.
It splintered and broke while I was trying to ask my husband to my school’s homecoming dance, pitching me to the floor in the middle of the most crucial sentence.
30. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?
Yikes, this is a lot, but I last cried in front of my therapist. I asked out loud, for the first time, why no one did anything to protect me as a kid and ended up bawling.
I can’t remember the last time I cried alone. Generally, I go to my husband for support.
31. Tell your partner something that you like about them already.
Your fine, fine taste in blogs.
32. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?
You know, I’m not sure. Millennials tend to have fairly dark/nihilistic senses of humor. I will say that, generally speaking, you should only “punch upward.” Ie, don’t kick people who are down. It’s better to joke about the rich than the poor, for example.
33. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven't you told them yet?
Sometimes I wish I could articulate some things to my parents, but they wouldn’t hear me, anyway. I know because I’ve tried.
But my loved ones know I love them, so that’s taken care of.
34. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?
The boring and honest answer is my important documents and my computer/external hard drive/charger/cellphone, followed by a fire extinguisher. But I realize the question is about what physical items I hold dear, so... Assuming my wedding bands are already on my finger, like always, and that I am wearing my glasses and some clothes, I’d grab my grandmother’s clock.
35. Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?
Jesus Tap-dancing Christ.
My husband’s. I love him beyond compare.
36. Share a personal problem and ask your partner's advice on how he or she might handle it. Also, ask your partner to reflect back to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen.
I’m 31, and I’ve been thinking a lot lately about whether or not I want children. The trouble is, I feel like my country has gotten so much worse since I’ve been alive, and especially over the last four years (I’m American). Meanwhile, the environment is deteriorating globally... Would my child even have clean drinking water when they’re 30 or 40?
Is it ethical to have children under these circumstances?
And this is all before I even address the question of whether or not I want to be a mother, or if I think I would be a good mom! Yikes.
THAT WAS A LOT, are you still here? Thanks for reading xD
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All of them 😤
Ehehe 😂💗
1. What’s your middle name, and do you like it?
Grace is actually my middle name, and somewhat. I just don’t like it when my family calls me by first and middle together.
2. are you artistic?
Somewhat?
3. Have you had your first kiss?
Yes
4. What is your life goal?
It’s cheesy and a little cliche, but I want to find Home.
5. Do you have any experiences with a famous person?
Nope
6. Do you play any sports?
Not anymore but I used to play football and I was on the wrestling team in HS
7. What’s your worst fear?
I have two that are sort of equal with another but I’m afraid of losing the people I care about and people seeing me the way I see myself.
8. Who’s your biggest inspiration?
My late Nana, Gloria.
9. Do you have any cool talents?
Answered in previous ask
10. are you a morning person?
Not at all
11. How do you feel about pet names?
I love them
12. Do you like to read?
Absolutely
13. Name a list of shows that have changed your life.
NCIS, Criminal Minds, and any marvel movie
14. Do you care about your follower count?
Not really, I’ll celebrate milestones but that’s just to show everyone I appreciate them following my trash pile. I didn’t start writing to have a high following, I started writing to better my skill and also make people happy.
15. What’s the best dream you’ve had?
I don’t remember most of my happy dreams
16. Have you ever kissed someone of your same gender?
Yep!
17. Do you have any pets?
I have three dogs 🥺💗
18. Are you religious?
No. They only thing I actually believe in is ghosts.
19. Are you a people person?
Not really
20. Are you considered popular?
Nope, and I don’t care to be
21. What is one of your bad habits?
Overthinking
22. What’s something that makes you feel vulnerable?
Opening up my emotions to other people
23. What would you name your children?
No clue
24. Who’s your celebrity crush?
There’s a bunch ig
25. What’s your best subject?
Science and history
26. Dogs or cats?
Dogs, I love cats but I’m super allergic
27. most used social media besides tumblr?
I don’t use a lot of social media tbh, so tumblr is probably my most used unless you count youtube
28. best friends name
Duke
29. who does your main family consist of
My friends and my brother. Family isn’t just blood
30. Chocolate or sugar
Both
31. have you ever been on a date?
Yep
32. Do you like rollercosters?
Absolutely love them
33. Can you swim?
Yes 💗
34. What would you do in the event of an apocolypse?
Clearly, I’d do what everyone else does. Panic and try to survive.
35. Have you struggled with any kind of mental disorder?
Yes, I struggle with anxiety and depression
36. Are your parents together?
Nope.
37. What’s your favourite colour?
Dark green and Dark Blue
38. What country are you from/do you live in?
Unfortunately, the U.S
39. Favourite singer?
Uh... there’s too many to list? But my favorite people to listen to is The Oh Hellos
40. Do you see yourself being famous some day?
Nope, I run from being the center of attention.
41. Do you like dresses?
Not really
42. Favourite song right now?
Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra
43. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
Sort of.
44. How old were you when you first got your period?
No clue, I don’t remember
45. Have you ever shot a gun?
Yep
46. Have you ever done yoga?
No
47. Are you a horror girl?
YES 😈
48. Are you good at giving advice?
I suppose I am?
49. Tell us a story about your childhood.
I don’t have a lot of happy memories but one that sticks out is: I used to go to a private Christian academy and I was in first grade when this boy in eighth grade (the entire school was k-12) came over to me during my lunch. I was super scared and shy as a kid so my schedule was tailored so I was able to eat lunch with my brother whose nine years older than me. Our mom forgot to pack our lunches so we were gonna just get some stuff from the vending machine, well my brother gave me my money to get something and this boy came over to me before I could put it in the vending machine. He hit me and took my money, buying himself something with it. My brother seen it and got into a fight with him.
50. How are you doing today?
Eh
51. Were you a cute kid?
I looked like Shirley Temple when I was a kid
52. Can you dance?
I can swing dance and slow dance, but that’s it.
53. Is there anything you do that you can’t remember ever not doing?
I always look for exits and bathrooms when I go somewhere, I’ve always done it 🤷🏻♀️
54. Have you ever dyed your hair?
No because I’m a ginger. I can’t just dye it back if I end up not liking the color I dyed it to.
55. What colour are your eyes?
Brown
56. What’s your favourite animal?
Answered in previous ask
57. Have you ever made a huge fool of yourself?
Multiple times
58. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
My relationship with my dad is rocky but my relationship with my mother went up in flames a few yeaes ago 🤷🏻♀️
59. Do you have good friends?
I have some amazing friends🥺💗
60. Are you close with anyone of the lgbtq+ group?
Yep!
61. What’s your favourite class?
My favorite class was Psychology
62. List all the tv shows you are watching.
I’m rewatching Criminal Minds right now.
63. Are you organized?
Somewhat?
64. What was the last movie you saw? Opinion?
I don’t know if it counts as a movie but I just finished a Ted Bundy Tapes Documentary. I think Bundy was a little bit of an idiot.
67. Which tv character do you relate to most?
Spencer Reid
68. What are some things that stand between you and complete happiness?
Anxiety, Depression, overthinking
69. If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing?
I would probably still work, I’m not a fan of sitting around and doing nothing for large amounts of time.
70. What would you change about your life if you knew you would never die?
Find a way to die, I don’t want to live forever. That’s just torture 👀
71. What would you do differently if you knew that no one was judging you?
Nothing. I’ll act the same as I always have because I am who I am, there’s no reason to change yourself from when someone is watching and when someone isn’t.
72. If you could start over, what would you do differently?
A lot 😂
73. Would you break the law to save a loved one?
Yep
74. When was the last time you travelled somewhere new?
I went to Disney with my Chorus Class in Junior Year of HS, it was my first time to Disney.
75. When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind?
Nothing, I’m looking for Home. Home will be someone I feel safe with, someone I can be completely myself with— someone I love wholly.
76. What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today?
I— idk?
77. What did you want to be when you were a kid?
I wanted to be a nurse 🤦🏻♀️
78. If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking?
Im not sure
79. When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have?
Ooh... uh, something happened to me all through 7th, 8th, and 9th grade that I should’ve spoken up about but was too scared.
80. Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence.
I will work hard to love myself and pursue my dream job.
81. What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like?
No clue tbh
82. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity?
I don’t want to live forever but I guess I’d find a way to take away my immortality or find someone else who is immortal to love
83. How would you spend a billion dollars?
Id put a lot into important causes and then save some with interest.
84. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future?
I’m not sure, I think I wouldn’t go anywhere because I want to live in the moment. Except 2020, fuck 2020.
85. What motivates you to succeed?
Failure motivates me to succeed.
86. What dream that you’ve had has resonated with you the most?
I don’t remember most of my happy dream, I usually can only remember the nightmares 🤷🏻♀️
87. Would you rather live in the city or the woods? Why?
Woods, its peaceful.
88. Do you believe in life after death?
I don’t really believe in anything 🤷🏻♀️
89. What teacher inspired you the most? How did they?
I had a teacher named Ms Eagan and she inspired me to always be myself.
90. What’s your fondest childhood memory?
Meeting Lily
91. If you could have dinner with any one person, living or dead, who would they be and why?
Lily, because I really miss her.
92. What would you have to see to cry tears of joy?
Anyone being nice to me makes me cry—
93. What is the hardest lesson you had to learn in life?
Sometimes the people you call family don’t truly love you.
94. What do you think happens after we die?
Idk and idrc either tbh
95. What would you do if you would be invisible?
I’d probably scare some people
96. What’s something you can’t do no matter how hard you try?
Speak in public or ask for something at restaurants
97. Would you want to choose the sex and appearance of your offspring?
Eh
98. How did your first crush develop?
They were nice to me when no one else was
99. Is there a feeling you are trying to ignore? What is it?
Yes, I’m trying to ignore how upset some people can really make me.
100. Do you live or do you just exist?
I think I’m somewhere in between, where sometimes I’m just existing and sometimes I’m living.
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1. where were you 2 hours ago?
Right here doing surveys.
2. what do you think of your last kiss?
I enjoyed it.
3. do you kiss a lot of people?
No. I’ve only kissed 3 people. I’m not someone who kisses people on the cheek as a greeting or anything.
4. are you wearing socks right now?
Yep. Always.
5. when was the last time you went out of state?
7 years ago.
6. have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?
No. I last went at the end of February or early March before shit hit the fan and everything closed. Movie theaters haven’t been open since then. I’ve heard some may start opening up again soon, but I won’t be going.
7. what was the last thing you had to drink?
Water.
8. who was the last person to hear you cry?
My mom.
9. who was the last person to make you smile?
It was my doggo.
10. what was the last food you ate?
Ramen.
12. have you bought any clothing items in the last week?
No.
13. do you have a pet?
Yep, my doggo. <3
14. what did you do last night?
What I do every night: Ate ramen, scrolled through Tumblr, watched YouTube videos, did surveys, and listened to ASMR.
16. if you could be anywhere you want where would it be?
I’d be at a beach house chillin on the patio overlooking the ocean while drinking coffee.
17. what is the last thing you purchased online?
A book.
18. one thing you hate about yourself?
I hate a lot of things about myself.
19. what does the 10th text in your inbox say?
Depends on which person’s thread you want me to read it from. <<<
20. do you miss anyone?
Loved ones who have passed away. And Ty.
21. last movie you saw?
It’s Complicated last week.
22. what are your plans for the day?
Well, it’s almost 730AM and I’ll barely be going to bed. :X I’ll likely sleep until about 3PM, take my medicine, check social media, clear notifications, check my email, and then finally drag myself outta bed to make coffee. I’ll have that and some coffee cake (Hostess actually makes really delicious coffee cakes, I’m obsessed) while probably watching any new videos of people I’m subscribed to. Then I’ll play Animal Crossing for awhile and just hang out with my mom for most of the day. We started a new show yesterday on AppleTV, so we’ll probably watch that. Then later on I’ll do my normal nighttime stuff that I’ve listed already. Eating is also included in there somewhere.
23. did you have fun today?
It’s only 7:27AM. I haven’t even slept, yet, so my day really hasn’t started.
24. who is your last text message from?
My dad.
25. were you an honor roll student in school?
Yep.
26. what do you know about the future?
I don’t know anything.
27. who was the last person you rode in a car with?
My brother last month when he took me to my doctor appointment.
29. do you have a tan?
No. I haven’t spent any time outside. I normally would be making a few beach trips during the summer and would get a little tan, but that won’t happen this year.
30. how old do you want to be when you have kids?
I don’t want to have any kids.
31. did you meet anyone new today?
I won’t be going anywhere, so I don’t see that happening.
32. do you have any tattoos or piercings?
I just have my earlobes pierced.
33. how do you like your soda?
Just outta the can or bottle is fine with me. I don’t like ice in my drinks. I don’t even need it to be cold to be honest. If it’s been in the fridge, I’d let it sit out for like an hour first.
34. who was the last person to make you cry?
Blah.
35. what are you doing tomorrow?
Same stuff as always. Have you not picked up on the fact my life is very routine yet? It’s like Groundhog’s Day.
36. what day is tomorrow?
Sunday.
37. what is your current mood?
I’m tired and feel a little nauseous. My medicine usually does that if I take it on an empty stomach. I took it about an hour ago and I should have just gone to bed. :/ I should have just gone to bed anyway it’s almost 8 in the morning now. D:
38. do you like someone?
Not in the romantic sense.
39. are you dating someone?
No.
40. why?
I’m a mess and can’t handle a relationship right now. There’s not even anyone I’m interested in or even talking to. Or anyone who’s interested in me. There’s no guy at all in my life right now.
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* ･ﾟ ❀ { cis male . he/him } wait ! is that HARRY STYLES we see moving into bloom 36 ? oh no , its just MATTHEW “MATTY” HARRISON ! bloom’s newest tenant is a TWENTY FIVE year old WRITER from CAMDEN, MAINE — yellow spring’s just got a whole lot brighter . if the HOPELESS ROMANTIC isn’t stowed away in their loft , you can almost always find them WRITING AT THE IVY .
hello !! i’m sam and i am so excited to be here. i have been looking for a place to play my bb matty for quite some time. i’m tweaking his backstory a little bit to fit better with the plot but he is just a soft lazy love sick mess of a boy whomst i love dearly and hope you can tolerate as well ! please see below for some headcanons
full name: matthew “matty” ryan harrison
age: twenty- five
birth date: march 7, 1995, 3:13 pm
zodiac: pisces sun, taurus moon, leo rising
hometown: camden, maine
religion: raised roman catholic but kind of agnostic now
sexual/romantic orientation: bisexual / biromantic
character parallels: rob gordon (high fidelity the movie), richard papen (the secret history), theo decker (the goldfinch), charlie (perks of being a wallflower)
aesthetics: hazy golden afternoons, second hand poetry books, a yearning for the italian country side, worn out vintage t-shirts
pinterest board
writer by choice, romantic by chance: i have this in his pinterest board and i feel like it rly sums him up! he’s such a romantic to the point that it is a flaw. he romanticizes everything which has gotten him into trouble before. i.e....mistaking things that are certainly not love, for love.
you may say he’s a dreamer: big goals! big ambitions! big lazy boy! he has dreams to move to a big city like new york or paris, to live in a chic and cozy apartment, to write 3/4 of the year and vacation in some beautiful getaway in the south of italy every summer. somewhat unattainable especially considering he’s currently drowning in student loans but a boy can dream?
i kno that u got daddy issues: grew up in a small, picturesque town in maine. you know the boy romanticized it yes sir he did !! but that doesn’t mean he had a perfect childhood. he was an only child of a loveless romance. his mother and father had him at 16 and 17, respectively, and tried to make it work despite the lack of actual emotional connection between them. his dad and he never really bonded, especially since matty was more interested in reading picture books and playing dress up than he was tossing a baseball outside. he’d always been closer with his mother. still, it didn’t hurt any less when he came home from school one day at eight years old, his father’s things gone. it didn’t hurt any less to watch his mom cry over him for days.
money, money, money, must be funny: after spending four years of undergrad studying literature and creative writing at brown university in rhode island, the kid is swimming in debt. he got involved in some shady businesses for money, doing things he didn’t really want to be doing, and still feels ashamed of today, so he doesn’t really talk about his past much! but, the reason he moved to yellow springs was because he fell in l*ve back in rhode island. it ended up going south, quick, so he packed up his things, took what little savings he had, and found yellow springs. this was when he was twenty-three so he’s been living in the bloom apartments for about 2 years now?
sloth and the seven deadly sins: matty is a total homebody, but that isn’t to say he doesn’t like going out at all. he does! he’s just kind of a wallflower when he goes out. much more of an observer. he does prefer to stay in tho, with a huge fluffy blanket and a big cup of tea. please...have sleepovers with him. he’s a huge cuddler.
another delusional pisces: yes...he has his head in the clouds okay! sometimes they are so far up in the clouds that it’s hard to tell if he’s living in the same reality as everyone else. something he perceives as true is often totally false. it’s often why he thinks he’s in love after 1 date and everyone else is like that’s called INFATUATION , MATTHEW .
wash your dishes and take out the garbage!: not a slob but quite messy. his room has clothes strewn all over the place and he can never keep his papers organized. he often forgets tea cups in his room until the entire collection of mugs ends up on his bed side table and he’s like whoops ! and brings them out to the kitchen
cat: has a cat named cat. basically when he still lived in rhode island for school he came back to his place one day and he realized a cat had followed him home. and he was like shoo cat ! and she didn’t listen . he was like . i can’t take you in here cat . no pets allowed . anyway he ended up having a full on conversation with this cat in the hallway and then the cat followed him inside his dorm ANYWAY and he hid her and took care of her for the rest of the semester and just called her cat and now that’s her name and he took her with him to yellow springs and they are best friends
wanted connections: dang u know i want them all but !! let’s think.
ambiguously gay duo - give me a brotp where everyone is like “are they....you know....” but it’s just PURE , UNADULTERATED FRIENDSHIP (m/nb) river
ok this is piggy backing off the above because they very well could be the same connection but the schmidt to his nick. matty is lazy and unmotivated but extremely creative and needs someone who is motivated and passionate and they make a good dynamic duo ! inspo: ( x , x , x ) (f/m/nb) zane
cuddle buddy - this can be completely platonic but if any muses love to hang around the house as much as he does !! please give him someone to be lazy with (f/m/nb) sumi
unrequited love - it’s a bad religion !!! give me someone matty is head over heels for but they just........do not feel the same way. (f/m/nb)
muse - matty is a writer, so i would love to have certain eccentric characters be people he models his own characters after ? i think that would be so cute and this could work for a few connects :( (f/m/nb) selene
extrovert to his introvert - someone who drags him out to social gatherings, makes him do things outside of his apartment, yknow. forces him to get out and get active ! he probably would not go to parties if it were not for this person (f/m/nb) gemma
exes - matty’s been here for 2 years so this all depends on timelines. but ! give me exes on bad terms ! exes on good terms ! anything ! (f/m/nb) domenica
ex fwbs / one night stands - on the same note, matty is the type of guy who falls in love in 0.02 seconds but can fall out of love just as fast. this would be one of those circumstances (f/m/nb)
college friends - matty went to brown university in rhode island so if we got any pretentious ivy leaguers in the house say aye
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