A Red, Red Rose

Title: "A Red, Red Rose" by Robert Burns

CW: Needles/tattooing

“Are you quite certain?” Zevran asked, the needle poised in his right hand. Arianwen didn’t need to think about her answer. 

“Of course I am,” she said, as she’d said many times already, “Are you?”

It didn’t bother her that he needed to think for a moment; she’d been thinking about this for far longer than he had. Of the two of them, only one had experienced a disastrous first attempt. She knew what it meant to dread the idea of a ring, to dread a lifetime yoked to someone who did not care about her at all. Because she’d already known that panic, she knew now that this day was nothing like that one. The way she felt about Zevran, about this, could not be further away from the way she’d felt then, only twenty-two and convinced that her life was over. 

She had no idea what Zevran was thinking. Had she convinced him to do this in a vulnerable moment? Had she forced him into something he didn’t want? 

Oh, anything but that; it had felt like she was dying that morning so many years ago, when she’d been meant to wed Nelaros at her father’s behest and—

“Hmm?” Zevran said after a moment, and glanced up at her, “Did you say something?”

Arianwen’s mouth fell open, but then she caught the smile tucked into the corner of his mouth, the glimmer in his eyes, and knew she’d been had. 

“You ass,” she said, and swatted the hand not holding the needle, “I cannot believe—”

“Do you really think,” Zevran interrupted, “That I would have any doubts now? After everything we have seen and done, mi vida, I do not think I can imagine wanting any other person in all of Thedas. There is only one like you, after all.”

“Ah,” Wen said, her hand curling around his, “Oh.”

“And,” he went on, tapping the needle into the little pot of crimson ink, “Whomever we decide to share our bed with, of course.”

“Of course,” Wen said, “About that. I did have a thought—”

“Maker, do you have to do this while I’m standing right here?” Alistair complained loudly to the side, and the two of them looked up at him. 

“I don’t need to know that!” he said, spreading his hands, “I don’t need to know any of that! I came to perform the wedding, not—”

“Yes, yes, your majesty,” Zevran said, raising an eyebrow, “Of course we are both very sorry.”

“I’m not,” Wen said, “Alright, then. Get to it.”

It might not show on her face, but she felt a thrill in her heart as soon as the metal touched her skin, as soon as he tapped it into the skin around her ring finger. The thought of an actual ring had made her nauseous, so a tattoo had been the obvious solution. Obvious, because she’d been telling Zevran she wanted him to ink her for years, and obvious because it would be easier to fight without jewelry in the way. They would do only a little while Alistair was in the room, primarily because she had no idea what she was doing and she’d little interest in marring the otherwise lovely arcs of color over his hands. She’d rather take her time—and Zevran had implied he had other reasons for wanting to be alone with her when she did it. 

The needle stung; she’d expected that. But Zevran’s hands were warm and gentle on hers, careful when he manipulated her finger, and he wiped off the excess ink with the utmost tenderness. 

“Are you not meant to be saying words right now?” Zev asked absently, turning her hand over and beginning on the underside. Alistair, who’d been looming over the table, frowned and straightened. 

“Right. I suppose you did kidnap me from my bedroom in the middle of the night for a reason.”

“That,” Wen said, casting him a sardonic look, “Is an exaggeration.”

Alistair scoffed, but briefly rested a hand on her shoulder. Wen pulled her attention away from the sting around her finger and focused on her friend instead. 

“I am happy for you,” Alistair said, his face uncharacteristically solemn, “Really.”

Wen patted his hand, then let it rest there for a moment. She looked up at him. He looked down at her. 

It was clear that if one of them was going to be emotional over this, it wasn’t going to be her. 

“Thank you,” she told him, “Really. You’re…you’re family. It had to be you.”

Alistair made a little noise, which might have been called a squeak, and leaned down to sweep her into his arms in one swift motion. The sting along her finger stopped at once.

“Tscha!” Zevran said, a sharp noise from his tongue against his teeth, “Give some warning.” 

“Sorry,” Alistair said, his voice muffled in her hair, “I didn’t think—but you—”

Carefully, Wen wound her free arm around his back and held him in return. Alistair was shockingly good at hugging, despite his lack of experience. He hugged like he meant it, she supposed, not that she spent her time embracing a large number of people herself. 

Arianwen had seen him in the Fade with the sister he’d wished for; she’d seen him with the sister he’d actually gotten. She knew all too well what it was to be untethered, to be without a family. 

To make one for yourself instead. 

After a moment, she cleared her throat and patted his back. 

“You’re certainly annoying enough to be my little brother,” she told him, eyes trailing back to Zevran, who was carefully holding the needle away from the exchange. He smiled at her crookedly. 

“You would say that,” Alistair said, sniffing once and drawing back again. Wen and Zevran pretended not to see the tears on his cheeks. 

“Alright then,” he cleared his throat, “Alright. Um—there’s a proper ceremony. I brought the book along. Do you want the Chantry—”

“No,” Wen and Zevran said in unison, and Arianwen went on:

“I think just the important bits are fine. Doesn’t need to be the whole thing. Not like we invited guests or anything.”

“Oh,” Alistair said, and looked faintly disappointed, “Alright, then. I suppose I probably ought to get back to the castle faster anyway. Probably already sent someone looking for me.” 

Zevran pressed her middle finger in and began to work on the more sensitive skin between the two fingers. His hands blocked the pattern of the ink, and Wen craned her neck to look. She liked the way he looked when he was concentrating, a little frown on his brow, his tongue barely visible and pressed against his front teeth. It was…cute. Yes. Cute. 

“Zevran,” Alistair said, “Do you intend to be married to this woman today?”

“Mmm? Yes,” Zevran said, tapping the needle into the ink again, “I do.” 

“Arianwen,” Alistair said, turning to her again, “Do you intend to be married to this man?”

“I do,” she said, “Zevran, what is that you’re—”

“I’m doing the ceremony,” Alistair said, crossing his arms and straightening, “No interruptions.” 

Wen rolled her eyes, but subsided. 

“Zevran Arainai,” Alistair said, in his King Voice, “Do you pledge to be loyal—”

“I already have, no?” Zevran murmured, briefly looking up at her through his golden eyelashes before returning his attention to her hand. Alistair ignored this. 

“—to the woman before you, to act in her best interest and render aid whenever you can? Do you vow to offer care and comfort when she has the need, to give shelter when she has none, to honor your words and her own?”

Zevran waited, the needle poised in his hand, and met her eyes. 

“This I swear,” he said, “Until you release me, or until death divides us both.”

Alistair repeated the words. Arianwen did not interrupt him, but she didn’t look away from Zevran, either. He was bent over her hand again, brow furrowed, and she loved him. It was an inextricable part of her, loving him; she’d known that for a very long time. But to have it put down in words and ink, to have it set inside her skin and made as much a part of her body as it was a part of her heart—something about that was different from simply knowing. 

“What?” Alistair said suddenly, interrupting himself, his voice wary. 

“Hmm?” Wen said, turning her attention from Zevran. 

“You smiled,” Alistair said, frowning, “You aren’t going to kill one of us, are you? I don’t recommend it, if so.”

“Oh,” Wen blinked, then looked back at Zevran, who’d cocked an eyebrow but otherwise remained focused on her hand. 

“I…I suppose I was just happy,” she said. 

Silence. 

“Ah—alright, then. Um,” Alistair cleared his throat, “Then—Do you vow to honor his words and your own?”

“Yes,” she said at once, and Zev lifted his head to watch her, “Yes, I vow it.”

She paused, tilting her chin up. 

“I…vow, also, to hold this bond above all others.” 

Alistair took a breath. 

Wen didn’t look at him. Instead, she looked at Zevran, who’d tightened his grip on her hand. 

“Are you quite certain?” Zev said, and she might have been imagining things, but it seemed like the needle shook in his hand for a split second before it steadied. 

“You do not have to—” he began to add, but she shook her head. 

“I’m sure,” she said, “I mean it. I hold this vow above all others I have taken. Until you release me from my oath, or until death divides us both.”

A moment of silence. Zevran opened his mouth, then closed it again and ducked his head. The hand that held hers tightened, maneuvered her fingers aside to finish the last centimeters of the band. 

“Allll right then,” Alistair said after a moment, “Well. By the power vested in me by…me, I state now before the eyes of the Maker and…the legal system of Ferelden, I suppose, that you are husband and wife.”

Wen sighed slightly, her shoulders loosening. Nobody said anything for a moment, then Zevran straightened and held the needle aside. 

“It is finished,” he said, and she lifted her hand to look. 

It was red; she’d known that much going in. The back, which would be visible when she made a fist, was a simple band perhaps a few centimeters wide. But the inside, which would be hidden in the curl of her palm…

“My mother’s….how did you remember?” 

“How could I forget anything about you?” Zevran asked, carefully setting the needle aside and standing, “I remember all of it, mi vida. Of course I do.”

“But,” she swallowed hard, peering down at the pattern. It matched the repeating pattern along either side of her mother’s boots, almost a sharp-petaled flower, almost a twining vine. 

“I’m…going to go get the paperwork,” Alistair said, and strode from the room, shutting the door behind him. The inn beyond was loud, but the door was thick; they could almost pretend they were entirely alone. 

“It’s beautiful,” she told her husband, and stood to lean back against the table. He took her hand, examining it critically in the brighter light from the window. 

“You know this will fade,” Zevran said, his fingers light on her palm. 

Arianwen shrugged, looking down at the crimson band. 

“Good,” she said, “You’ll give me more, then. Every time you renew it, we’ll remember this day.”

He stepped forward abruptly, wrapping a hand around the base of her skull and kissing her fiercely. 

“Come,” she said at last, her breath uneven, “Are you ready for yours?”

“More than you know, my dear Warden,” Zevran said, and set his hand in hers.

(For @14daysdalovers day 12: Crimson. Arianwen ends up with a full sleeve eventually, of course, and Zev has a grand time designing them all. c: )

Tattooed Wings Kinktober 30, Cockwarming

WORDS: 1717

“Hey, hey, hey there now everyone, what’s up? This is Mollie, reporting live from Santigo Stadium in New York City, where I am sitting with Type O Negative’s lead singer and bass player, Peter Steele and his soulmate and wife, the always lovely, ever enchanting, Mary Claire Ratajzck!”

“Dia dhuit!” Mary Claire chirped from her place on Peter’s lap, her arms tossed causally around his neck as she sat on his bare cock. Peter held a glass of red wine in his hand almost lazily, his arm slung around his wife’s slender waist as he hugged her in closely to his broad chest. “How’s everyone doing tonight?”

 Peter just grunted as he held up his cup as though saluting the viewers tuning in for the live broadcast. He told Mary Claire that he wouldn’t say anything unless absolutely necessary, for great fear that he would give away his wife cockwarming him in ‘secret’.

 “First off, congratulations on tying the knot you two! But I do have to ask, why a courthouse wedding?”

 “I have really bad anxiety,” Mary Claire began. “So bad in fact, that sometimes I legit thinks I need to be hospitalized. The very idea of having a wedding- of any size, mind you- made my mind race thinking of all the things that could go wrong, so when I expressed a desire for a courthouse wedding, Peter was quick to agree to accommodate my wants and needs.”

 “How do your families feel about you two being married? I’d imagine the age gap weirds out a lot of people.”

 “Peter and I don’t really care about what other people think,” Mary Claire answered sweetly. “The number one thing is that we’re both fully consenting adults. Though it would be weird if I was a minor, which thankfully, I’m not. Peter is double my age and at first, the age difference kinda made me a little bit weirded out because what if he thinks I’m too immature? and what if he finds someone who’s closer to his age and they clique really well with each other? just… you know?”

 “Reasonable fears. Now, tell me about your families. What do they think about PeteClaire?”

 “Oh, is that what Peter’s fans are calling us?” Mary Claire laughed. “My daddy is really cool with Peter- whenever we’re over at his house, they spend hours down in his workshop, doing- whatever is it that men do inside garages. My brothers on the other hand, gave him a bit of a hard time when they first met him, however, time has since made them kind of adopted him as an older brother. My little sisters like him well enough, Jackie enjoys talking cars with him and Sammi tells him wild stories of what happened at the tattoo parlor where she works. Peter’s sisters now, they seem to really adore me,” Mary Claire said, purposely leaving out her abusive mother’s thoughts on her oldest daughter being married to a man double her age.

 “Remind me how many brothers you have and what they all do for a living? Speaking of which, what do you do for a living?”

 “Adam is a navy SEAL, Benjimen is a MMA fighter. Caleb is a professional boxer, Daniel is the quarterback for the New Orleans Saints, Ephraim is CIA, Frank is SWAT, and Gideon took the smart way out and followed in daddy’s footsteps and became a lawyer,” Mary Claire listed, making her soulmate dig his fingers into her waist as he recalled how nervous he was at meeting her seven terrifying older, physically bigger brothers.

 “They were going to kill me when I first met them all,” Peter deadpanned, earning him a playful smack on the chest from his talkative wife.

 “Adesso basta con te amore mio,” scowled the petite redhead, clenching her walls a little bit and making the older man bite back a savage growl, instead taking a long sip from his wine glass. “Anyways, to answer your second question, I’m a published author with a set niche in the young adult fantasy genre. My latest book is coming out on January 6th, so be certain to keep a lookout everyone!”

 “Wow, that’s really impressive! Switching the subject really quickly, Peter, I understand that you’re writing a new album. You said before that you’re going to try and branch away from the heavy metal/ hard rock style of music and lean more towards gentler tunes. Do you care to elaborate a little bit more on that for me?”

 “Certainly,” Peter shot the interviewer a charming smile. “I am dedicating this new album to Mary Claire Ratajzck, the love of my life, and she has stated before that she’s really not a big fan of Type O Negative’s usual style of music, so I’m going with something a little bit tamer. I really hope that everyone likes it.”

 “Well, I’m certain that I’ll like it! Tell me about the first time you two met!”

 “Well, I won a ticket to go see Type O Negative live in concert, and long story short, I suffered a really bad panic attack,” recounted the redhead, leaning into her soulmate’s chest. “I was honestly pretty terrified when I first met him, because he’s close to six foot eight inches- meanwhile, I’m pushing four foot ten inches, and I knew without a doubt that he could seriously hurt me if he wanted too, and I didn’t want to take that chance. Looking back now, I’m really happy that I didn’t run away after finding my soulmate.”

 “Wow. My last question is for Peter- you recently signed up on Instagram and the first book of pictures that you posted were of your courthouse wedding to Mary Claire. Tell me a bit about that.”

 “Well, my woman here is constantly showing me funny videos and stuff on Instagram and TikTok,” Peter answered after taking another quick sip of his wine. “And I decided to sign up for Instagram so that way I could show people my life behind the scenes of having such an amazing, smart, quirky, funny soulmate.”

 “Before I wrap up, I have some screenshots of the photos from your Instagram, why don’t you two tell everyone what the story is behind these snapshots?”

 “Oh, these are from our courthouse wedding,” Peter smiled. “My wife looked absolutely stunning that day, she wore her high school graduation dress and family heirloom wedding pearls that have been used for every wedding on her dad’s side for many generations.”

 “I think this picture here was from my brothers helping move my stuff from the apartment that I shared with my little sisters to Peter’s house,” Mary Claire remembered. “Adam- he’s my oldest brother, he brought his twin daughters with him to give his wife a break with them. They loved sitting with their little hands pressed against me when I was pregnant with little girl.”

 “Oh, I love this picture,” Peter smiled at the sweet picture. “Mary Claire had just gotten done with feeding little girl and had fallen asleep while still holding her. I quickly snapped this picture before I took her to her nursery to sleep in her crib.”

 “I think this is the last photo,” Mary Claire announced. “I think Slitzy took this picture. Peter was onstage at the St. George Amphitheater in Maryland playing at a concert and he had invited me and little girl to accompany him. This picture was of him playing- I think Black No. 1? and I was standing in the wings where he could see me, as how the sight of me is more than enough to help my husband with his stage fright, and I’m holding little girl, and we’re just rocking out to the live music.”

 “Well, there you have it people! Peter Steele and Mary Claire Ratajzck, the love story of the century! Catch Mary Claire’s latest book, The Princess of Sherwood Forest, out January 6th, and Peter Steele as Type O Negative gets ready to tour the country on their latest tour later this summer!”

 ~xoXox~

 The second the door closed behind Mollie, Peter had flipped Mary Claire so that she was now on her back as Peter began wildly rutting into her, chasing his high that had been torturing him for the past hour or so.

 “Oh, yes Peter!” gasped Mary Claire as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulder. “Fuck, just like that, just like that!”

 “You liked that, sweetheart?” Peter snarled as he stared at her in the face, his own hands carefully cupping the back of her head and neck, supporting her delicate body as he ravished her. “Did you enjoy cockwarming daddy during the interview?”

 “Yes- oh yes I did, daddy!” Mary Claire’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she orgasmed, her pink pussy milking Peter’s cock limp as he stilled himself, releasing his steam of jizz into her womanly womb.

 “Daddy?” Mary Claire whimpered softly, curling her fingers into his dyed hair.

 “Hmmm, sweetheart?” Peter cooed, gently tracing her pixie-like face with his nose. “Did you have fun?”

 “Can we do that again?” she breathed out before blacking out limp in her husband’s arms.

 Peter chuckled as he pressed kisses to her face, making a mental note in the back of his head to give her a morning after pill the moment they got back home. Even though he wanted kids of his own with his wife to be the one to carry them, he understood that she wanted to wait at least two years to give her body a chance to heal from carrying little girl.

 But what both soulmates weren’t aware of was one of Peter’s sperm cells mating with one of Mary Claire’s eggs in a sacred kiss.

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Adesso basta con te amore mio, that's enough out of you now my love, Italian

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title : cigarettes and parfaits [4]  pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, josei, angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right? Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, cliche fluff, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT)

Notes: lil development right there HAHSHSHHS , yes tojis appearing soon guYS hddhdhdh thank u for ur patience ily all and yall stay safe and drink lots and ltos of water!! sorry for the late update!

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You stare at the ring on your hand as you stand next to Nanami Kento in the grocery shop, you and him have agreed to see each other and go out once a week while fixing up the divorce papers. 

Last week you both had gone to a cafe after work but had to end early since Yuuji had fell down the stairs (despite being athletic, the boy was awfully clumsy). This week, you both decided to do something mundane.

Grocery shopping.

“Hm, what does Yuuji think about this?” You asked, showing the man some bars of rice krispies, “He seems to be a sweet-tooth.”

“Sukuna is the sweet-tooth, Yuuji isn’t really picky with food.”

“Huh,” You hummed,  “Sukuna seems so soft despite all the tattoo’s.”

Nanami rolls his eyes at your statement, “He’s just, as kids like to call these days, a nerd.” he retorts, taking the peanut butter off the shelf and carefully placing it in the grocery cart, “He enjoys mathematics and art,”

“Ah, hence the tattoo’s.” you thought out loud.

“I almost lost it when he went home a few months ago looking like that.” He sighs, running his hands through his hair, “It was a sign of rebellion, saying that he didn’t want to move to Tokyo.”

You chuckled, eyes on him, “Must’ve shot up your blood pressure, Kento.”

He clicks his tongue in dismay, the memory still fresh. Nanami Kento    unlike what Gojo Satoru said    was a very easy person to like and accompany. Ever since that ‘mild’ mishap two weeks ago, you’d have calls and little quick meet-ups aside from the once a week dates. 

At times it felt like the little wedding at the Izakaya hadn’t happened, it was as if you were just going out with him.

Nanami Kento didn’t even have to try so hard to make you comfortable, he was just...there and everything just seemed right. He had easily fit right in with your routine.

You continue to watch him and he stops in the middle of his tracks, blinking heavily, “Ah,” he mumbles, placing a hand over his eye.

“Oh,” you paused in your tracks too, “Are you alright, Kento?”

“Just dust,” He mumbles, “It probably got in.”

You hold back a laugh, how mundane, “Here, let me…”

You slowly take his hand away from his face, his eyes shut tight, trying to hold in the pain from the dust getting in his eyes, “Do you mind bending down a bit lower, Kento?” you ask, “I’ll have to blow it out of your eye.”

Nanami follows your orders and bends down. You slowly cup his cheeks and lean in closer to his eyes and softly blow. You notice the slight twinge of his body, the reaction making you inwardly giddy, “Feel better?” you whispered.

The older man opens his eyes and only then do you notice just how close you two were with each other. For a moment, movement around you is slow and you don’t even notice Maki Zen’in standing right in front of you along with Yuta Okkatsu.

“Sensei?”

You finally snap back to reality when you hear that very familiar voice calling you out. It seemed like Nanami had been caught up in the moment too, “Oh,” You cleared your throat, letting go immediately of Nanami’s face and jumping back, “Maki-chan.Yuta-kun. What a surprise.”

The young girl narrowed her eyes while Yuta’s ears were evidently red, signaling that he felt very embarrassed to walk in on that moment, “Hi sensei.” Yuta greets, clearing his throat, “I-uh sorry about that, I told Maki to walk away and-”

“It’s fine, Yuta-kun.” You laugh, a bit nervous. What would happen if she told Yuji and Sukuna about this? You knew how Maki was sort of close with the twins, although she did not know who Nanami was, she may describe him and if the boys were smart enough to catch on with it, you’d be entangled in it pretty quickly and you weren’t ready to meet them as their ‘oji-san’s’ partner. 

You were a bit nervous and it was showing.

Nanami takes quick notice of this and slowly wraps his fingers around yours, a small smile appearing on his lips, “Good afternoon, you must be my partner’s students.” he greets, the man had a way with younger ones, you could only imagine how he was as a father figure to the boys growing up,  “It’s nice to finally put some faces on the kids that Y/N loves to gush about.”

Unlike your nervousness a while ago, this man is calm, cool, and collected. You almost envy him at how good he’s doing this.

“At least you picked someone better than Toji-ojisan.” Maki nods, “This guy looks actually more serious with life than him.”

You feel Nanami’s brow quirk up at what she just said.

“A-Anyways, Sensei…” Yuta clears his throat, “We’ll leave you and your boyfriend together. See you at Math class tomorrow!” He hurriedly grabs Maki’s wrist and zooms away at a speed of light. Leaving you two awkwardly standing there.

“Toji?” Nanami asks, curiously peering at you, “An admirer, I assume?”

“Megumi’s otosan.” You mumbled, embarrassed, “He likes to play jokes and all that. It’s nothing serious.”

“Hm.” he mumbled, a small dismayed look crossed his features and you wonder why, “If he does anything uncomfortable, you can pull my name out. I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll be sure to take note of that.” 

You both continue your way down the grocery aisle, not even noticing that he still has his long hand wrapped around yours.

“Y/N-sensei…” Nobara drawled, placing her head on top of the wooden end of the mop, “How come we never knew you had a boyfriend?”

“Oi,” Megumi growled, “You’re supposed to be cleaning.”

“You’re just jealous that Y/N-sensei didn’t get to be your new okaasan.” Nobara bit back, putting her tongue out. You watched as the raven-haired boy chunk the blackboard eraser at her direction, a vein popping in his forehead.

“Stupid,” He replied, “I’d never let Y/N-sensei near the jiji.”

“What’s he like, Y/N-sensei?” Junpei asked, tapping his chin, cutting the argument short,  “I heard Maki-senpai talking about him.”

You watch as Yuuji placed his head on his best friend’s shoulder, “Yeah, she was telling me how older he looked than you.” he exclaimed, you nervously gulped down. Yuuji sure wasn’t helping the situation at all.

“Well,” You chuckled, trying to remain calm and oblivious, “He’s nice and he has kids.”

“Ha.” Sukuna droned, stopping whatever he was doing,  his punishment     despite not being given any by Nitta    was helping the cleaners clean for the whole week, much to his dismay, he had to follow or you’d be giving him a slip, “You’re dating an old man? I thought the reason why you didn’t date the Zen’in-jiji was because he was old and he had kids.”

“Oh.” you looked down on your books on the desk, embarrassed, “I don’t have a problem with kids. In fact, I’d love to meet them.”

“Wah,” Yuuji’s eyes were sparkling now as he hurried in front of you and placed his elbows on top of your table and head on top of his hands, “I hope I really get to meet someone like you, sensei.”

“Stupid, I doubt any sane person would want to go with you.” Nobara said across the room, making Yuuji glare at her and started teasing her.

You chuckled once again at their antics. Meanwhile Sukuna continues to stare at you, eyes narrowing especially at the ring on your ring finger. For some odd reason, it held quite the familiarity.

Yuuji likes to think that Nanamin is the best godfather out there, technically, he was like a father to them already. So he had always wondered why he never got married, he was sure that when they were out a few times, many women would crowd for their ojisan. 

His father’s very close friend, Haibara-ojisan had mentioned one fleeting moment back when he was babysitting them that Nanamin was very secretive on who he liked that even he didn’t know if he’d ever been in a relationship.

But things were different these days, for the past two weeks, he’d have one day wherein he’d go home later than usual. It was odd to say the least    and not like he minded really, they were high school kids after all     since Nanamin hated overtimes.

He mentioned it to Sukuna but his twin just rolled his eyes and said, “Man probably needs to chase the bag or something, he technically is paying for this nice house and two freeloaders here.” 

Yuuji doubted it though! Nanamin earned pretty well and he didn’t really need overtime since he was technically the boss or so he heard from Geto-ojisan a few nights ago.

So while he was making them some katsudon for dinner that night and Yuuji was doing some homework for your class, he decided to ask the question.

“Saaay, nanamin-ojisan…” he drawled, placing his pen down, “You’re coming home a lot later than normal these days…”

The older blonde turns to the younger twin, face still straight-lace and stoic, something that Yuuji was accustomed to, “Work has me by the neck.” he replies shortly.

“Every wednesday’s?” he quips, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes.”

“You aren’t dating anyone?”

Silence erupted between them, the only sound could be heard was the sizzling of the chicken on the pan, “What made you say that?” he asked stiffly and maybe, if Yuuji was ignorant, he wouldn’t have noticed the slight twitch of his brow but he wasn’t.

Yuuji prided himself to be an observant person, someone had said he could pass off to be a detective in the near future, he had the agility and the observation skills (sukuna said otherwise though and said he’d get himself killed if he were to ever enter that field)

“You sometimes have that weird look on your face when you look at your phone.” the boy pointed out, “But Sukuna says you’re just chasing the bag so maybe he’s right, he’s kind of the smarter twin after all.” he mumbles the last part with great disdain.

Nanami lowers the fire on the stove and places his hands on the counter in front of Yuuji, “What if I told you I was sort of seeing someone?” he mused, humoring the young boy. 

“Are you really?” Yuuji’s eyes widened, surprised written all over his features, “What are they like, Nanamin-ojisan? Are they pretty? Do they know about us?”

“Oi what’s the noise about?” Sukuna’s raspy voice cuts through Yuuji’s excited one as he enters the kitchen, hair still wet from the shower and in house clothes with a towel hung on his neck.

“I told you Nanamin-ojisan was seeing someone!” Yuuji yelled, eyes sparkling since he was right this time, he quickly returned his gaze back to the older man, “When do we get to see them? Are they nice? How’d you guys even meet?”

“You’re seeing someone?” Sukuna spat, eyes wide in complete surprise, “How’d you even get someone to stay around with your uptight attitude?”

“Yah!” Yuuji yells, “Nananmin-ojisan is nice with women unlike you, no wonder girls are very scared to approach you!”

“Shut up,” Sukuna grumbles towards his twin then turns towards his godfather, “How the hell did you even meet?”

Nanami just shrugs, telling them they’ll know soon enough as he returns to his cooking. The boys seemed to dislike his answer though and continued to bug him. After cooking dinner and having their fill, he returns to his room and whips out his phone, a text message from you saying, ‘hey, the boys asked me about you earlier. They heard from maki-chan.’

The blonde wonders if he weren’t drunk, would he even consider doing this sort of thing? Dating was really out of the question, he admits he isn’t in the right place to go out with anyone especially with a young person like you. 

He thinks he’s taking advantage of the power-dynamics since he’s older.

He doesn’t even deny how weird it was that you're still hanging around him especially when you had a far richer man as one of your admirers. Satoru may or may not have overhead Yuuji gossiping about you one time and your ‘relation’ with Megumi’s father, it was definitely a small world and judging from the Toji you had mentioned a few days ago, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots that it was actually Toji Zen’in, a member of one of japan’s high business clans.

He shakes his head before pressing the call button, it only takes a few rings until you answered, “Hey kento.” You greeted, “What’s up?”

He hears the sound of a whizzing electric mixer on the other line.

“Boys gave you trouble?”

“No,” he could almost feel the smile on your words, “They were just surprised I liked a man with kids.”

“I reckoned, Yuuji seemed to have caught up too in my side. Been asking why I’m going overtime.” 

Silence settled between you two for a moment and Nanami wonders if you’re scared out of your wits. You might be backing out this deal after testing those waters, “Maybe you should tell me when I could meet them then? We wouldn’t want them to run into us during one of our outings or when we’re fixing up the divorce.” you replied softly.

“Hm,” he mumbled, “I’ll be sure to ask them about that. For a temporary setting, you sure take this matter quite seriously, Y/N.”

“Well, I did say I’d help you out.” 

A small smile reaches his lips as he hears your small and shy voice. It seemed like having people to check up on you by the end of the day wasn’t so bad, after all.

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An Unforgettable Honeymoon

For @10-porgs-in-a-trenchcoat , this is my gift for you as part of the @starwarsfandomfests event. Thank you to @lilhawkeye3 for organising this event. I really enjoyed it so far.——————————————————————————————

Summary:  Bly and Aayla head to a tropical island planet for their honeymoon, where they create an everlasting memory as a newly-wedded couple

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AO3 Link

Arriving at a tropical, humid planet, Bly and Aayla got off from the cargo ship as they had their suitcases in their hands, standing in a station full of tourists and locals from all walks of life. Bly noticed a blue Twi'lek girl, who shared similar resemblances with his wife and was around 4 or 5 years old, held both her parent's hands as they made sure that their daughter was well-protected from danger.

This might be us in the future, Bly let his lips curl upwards as he rested his head on his right palm, and he saw three Rodian boys in their shirts and beach shorts, carrying their own surfboards. They reminded him of his closest siblings, Ares and Ahri, who hung out with him whenever they’re on a break from war. Ahri and Ares would love surfboarding at the beach.

Aayla glanced at her husband's curiosity and placed her hand on his shoulder, prompting him to shift his focus towards her. “You seemed deep in your thoughts, dear,” the blue Twi'lek teased. “First time on a vacation, commander?”

“Yes, general,” he replied, his voice laced with doubts. “This is my first time I’m going on a vacation with you.”

Aayla let out a chuckle, leaving his cheeks turned pink. “Did I do anything wrong, general?”

“Bly, you know the war is over, right?” she grinned. “Besides, we just got married two days ago, so you can just refer to me by my first name.”

Scratching the back of his head, he nodded slowly as he squirmed his lips and released an agitated laugh. “My apologies, general, I mean, Aayla. I'm still getting used to this new life as a clone. Besides, you referred to me as commander, so I thought I was fighting battle droids on the battlefield.”

“Don't worry about it, dear,” his newly wedded wife smiled, caressing his tan, tattooed cheeks. “You'll get through with this. Besides, I'm also getting the hang of this as a Jedi Master. It’s really difficult to adjust myself after three years of chaos. It’s strange that I have to get used to a peaceful life.”

“Yeah, it is strange,” he bobbed his head solemnly as he reached out his arms and took her hands, reminding him just how lucky both of them finally got to spend quality time with each other, without any interruptions from protocols and orders from a higher authority. “Should we head to our hotel now? I can’t wait to have some privacy together,” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows twice.

“Lead the way, my love.”

Placing their suitcases on the red, carpeted floor, Aayla sighed in relief as the couple were greeted with scarlet rose petals on their bed, making them feel welcomed. Feeling a bit of exhaustion from the journey from Coruscant to Moluqu, she slid open the balcony door and gazed at the picturesque view of the beach from their room.

With the warm breeze blowing from the west and the illuminating pink sunlight, she sat on the rattan chair with a delicate, pearly cushion, her legs crossed.

Listening to the cheerful laughter of children, she was brought back down the memory lanes as a young Padawan, who used to sprint around the garden, which was filled with a cherry blossom tree, honeysuckles that were grown in shrubs, and morning glories that tangled around the black, iron gates. Whenever she tried to pluck a blue daisy from a pot, Master Vos always caught her red-handed and chased after her, but Aayla always outran him in the Temple.

I was such a mischievous child in the past, Aayla snickered to herself, looking at the horizon. But I'm grateful for the lessons he taught me, walked me down the aisle and accepted Bly.

The clone trooper glimpsed his wife, who was relaxing on the balcony. Changing into his beach attire, he put on his shades and leaned behind the sliding door, clearing his throat. “Hey, Aayla. We're heading to the beach right now. Are you coming? We haven’t got all day.”

“Of course, dear,” she answered him and got up from her seat. "I'll be right there in a minute.”

As she headed inside, she drew the curtains and changed into an ultramarine strapless bikini top with a high-waisted bikini bottom, carrying her towel by her forearm. Putting on her blueberry flip flops which she bought yesterday at a Coruscant night market, the couple linked arms with each other as they left their hotel room and strolled leisurely towards the beach, feeling the fine, warm sand underneath their bare feet as they took off their shoes.

Despite memorising the colours of the ocean, Bly felt like it was the first time he had experienced the shimmering sea in front of his eyes. He fought at a beach during the second year of the Clone Wars, but his eyes glimmered at the turquoise and deep blue palette of the ocean, where children and adults alike of all species gathered and swam. Rows of coconut trees were swaying with the balmy wind as tourists lay underneath the cooling shade, forgetting all their troubles at the present moment.

Aayla spread out their lemon-patterned beach mat underneath the palm tree, which was stubbier than the coconut trees. The only worst thing that could happen to the couple was a bunch of squirrels invading their peace, which occurred once during a scouting mission. “Well, we found a perfect spot to rest,” he jestered, squeezing her thighs. “Don't you agree, general?”

“Yes, commander,” bemused the Jedi Master, finding his touch rather ticklish. “We managed to find a good spot for us to rest and have a little privacy from the rest.”

He raised one eyebrow at her reply, before realising that he addressed her in a formal tone, just like how it was during the war. “My apologies, Aayla. I swear to the Maker that it was a slip of my tongue.”

“To be honest with you, I still don't mind you calling me general,” she quipped, leaning against the bark of the tree. “After all, I was the one who proposed to you in the first place.”

His smile grew wider as Aayla brought him back to that particular day, one he would never forget. “I still remember that day,” Bly reminisced as he moved his eyes upwards, before gazing at her hazel eyes. “It's as if you got down on your knees yesterday and asked me to be your husband.”

“And you were hesitating to say yes,” she recalled. “It's like you weren't expecting that day to actually come to you.”

“I was overjoyed, but I didn't really know what to say. It's funny that I dreamed of settling down with you when we were secretly together, but yet, my mind went blank when it actually came true.”

Chortling, Aayla slapped her knees and covered her mouth, leaving his cheeks turned red as a beet. “That is completely valid,” she assured him. “Honestly, your feelings that day were valid. It is normal to be nervous about moving on to the next step in life. Believe me, I've been there before and it wasn't easy for me to adapt.”

His eyes widened. “You were jittery before? But you seem so confident and calm all the time.”

“Yeah, it's surprising to see me anxious, but it's normal, you know. Everyone goes through that when they have to step out of their comfort zone. I felt the same way as you did when I decided to marry you.”

“So, how did you cope with your overwhelming doubts?” he asked, leaning closer to her. “Like, what is your secret?”

Aayla took a deep breath as she felt his warmth and gazed at his burnt cocoa eyes, ready to pull him into the other side of her mind. “When I'm in doubt, when my inner voice tells me that it is impossible to do something, when I feel like I'm never going to make it through my obstacles in front of me, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I clear my mind, I remind myself of all the blessings that I have with me and my own strength. That's how I cope with my doubts.”

What an amazing woman, Bly praised, when he heard her smooth voice in his ears. I envy her for sharing her vulnerable side with me. She is as courageous as a lioness on a golden throne. “So what are your blessings in life so far?” he wondered, gazing at the cloudless, azure sky.

Aayla tilted her head upwards as she hummed softly, before shifting her eyes towards him. “Besides surviving the war and getting a chance to see the beauty of life, I am blessed that you have become part of my life. I will never regret meeting you on Kamino, I am glad to see you develop into a better version of yourself, and I am proud to call you my loving, sweet, husband. So thank you, Bly, for choosing to stay with me.”

For a moment, he was speechless. In his mind, he desperately searched for a word that would go well with hers, but for some reason, it was empty. He felt frantic and blamed himself for always keeping quiet in the tender moments with his wife, but then, he remembered every single word she told her, about how she overcame her doubts. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I clear my mind, I remind myself of all the blessings that I have with me and my own strength.

And when he did so, the words that he wanted to spill to her finally popped up in his mind. “Aayla,” he finally spoke, after a few minutes of silence between them. “When I first met you, I only saw you as my superior. Nothing more, nothing less. But then, you sparked a couple of conversations between us, and wow, I actually felt something for you. I mean, I didn't think much about it, though, but as time went by, as battles got brutal and as we spent more time hopping from one planet to another, I realized that I loved you so much. I accepted your flaws, I commend your strength, I acknowledged your quirks, and yeah, I adored your beauty but you know what I loved most about you?”

“What is it, Bly?”

“I cherished your heart. Your valiant, compassionate, heart. That's what attracted me to you in the first place. And you know what? I never regret choosing to love you as my partner, as my confidant, and as my plucky, unfaltering wife.”

As they let their lips brush together, Aayla stood up and dragged Bly for a swim in the shallow part of the ocean, underneath the rosy sunlight. Like their love, the waves flowed with the rhythm as they lived and laughed together, creating everlasting memories on their first day of their honeymoon.

Cecilia 1-20 (with Damon, Nova, and Zeon)

Holiday

Samhain is one of her favorites. She uses that day to honor the dead. Originally, she started celebrating it so she had a day to honor Emily and feel closer to her for a night. She brought Andreas into it when her uncle (his brother) died, and it's something they celebrate together. Jase also celebrates in honor of his aunt. It's not an all day thing, though, considering that day is also Halloween and Tuesday's birthday (I think).

Cooking

Cecilia is a decent cook, having learned a lot from her dad. She doesn't do it often, though. When she does cook, it's normally dinner rather than an earlier meal. Breakfast and lunch consists of junk food and iced coffee unless someone else makes those meals for her :P

Sleeping

She sleeps a lot, but her schedule isn't consistent. She stays up late most of the time, but doesn't have a set time for when she sleeps. Pretty much always, she's awake long past the time her partners fall asleep. She uses this time for different things, such as art and music, but sometimes she uses the time to reflect and cry.

She sleeps in a t shirt and underwear unless she's cold, then she actually puts on some pants and wears a hoodie to bed. She moves in her sleep a lot, but amazingly not enough to bother her partners (well she has with (Jase cause he's such a light sleeper, but it's only happened a few times).

Also, she's like always tired no matter how much or how little sleep she gets.

Driving

For a while, Cecilia had a lot of anxiety at the idea of getting her license. She used the fact that she dropped out of school as her excuse for a while (because she couldn't get her license until she turned 18 if she wasn't in school.) After that, she just avoided the subject. Andreas offered to teach her and promised to be patient, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

After they get back to earth, Cecilia decides to take driver's ed and learn from an instructor. Not sure how long this takes her, but like

Once she actually gets her license, all the shit she learns goes to the trash folder in her brain. She drives better than Jase does, for sure, but just like. Doesn't pay attention half the time. She's had a lot of near accidents because of this, but luckily she hasn't actually had an accident.

Bathing/showering

She showers with Tuesday like a lot ._. um, but other than that, I imagine the times that she's staying with Jase she uses all the hot water. It's usually not a problem cause Jase showers at night, but like once their kids are thrown in the mix it's like

Damon: MOM I need to shower before school >:(

Cecilia: maybe you should get up earlier, then :)

Until the kids actually do get up earlier and use all of the hot water as revenge.

Hugging

Cecilia is a very casual hugger. She hugs people with one arm or really quickly, usually. Jase (and probably also Tuesday) are way opposite and hug her so much and for so long lol when it comes to her kids, Cecilia saves her hugs for when they're needed.

Kissing

Cecilia is more into kissing than she is hugging. She initiates kissing with her partners a lot, regardless of where they are. She is a great kisser owo

Sex

I did something about this already ;_; but umm hmmm….. yeah I got nothing else to say ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

General physical contact

Cecilia doesn't mind physical contact. She prefers to keep it limited to the people she's really close to (Tuesday, Jase, Andreas, Johnny, and Michael) but if someone she's acquainted with initiates she is usually okay with it.

In gen2 (with her kids) she is more affectionate with Nova and Zeon than with Damon (which will be discussed more later), and she's also very affectionate with Elena and Kat.

Physical appearance

Between gen1 and gen2, cecilia's hair is pretty much always shoulder length. In gen1 she has red and orange hair with a side shave, but in gen2 she has purple hair with just longer bangs.

I imagine Cecilia being one of those people who always looks way younger than they actually are. In gen2 she looks like early thirties even though she's 47. She tells people her oldest kid is 21 and they're like "wtf no way"

Wardrobe

I went super in depth about her wardrobe on her character sheet so lol

In gen2 I don't think it would change a whole lot. At work she probably doesn't wear hoodies as much though, probably both so she can show off her tattoos, and also so the sleeves don't get in the way of her work.

Jewelry

She has a tongue piercing. And umm idk what else. Other than maybe another piercing, Cecilia isn't big on jewelry. She doesn't even really like wearing rings, so she keeps her wedding rings on a necklace chain she tucks it under her shirt.

Nickname

Celie is everyone's nickname for her. Jase likes to call her "Celie-love" and she pretends she doesn't like it lol

Dancing

She doesn't dance.

Singing

She doesn't really sing, either.

Anger

She gets irritated at little things very easily, but she calms down from it pretty quickly. Cecilia doesn't often get really angry, but if she does, she will give the source the silent treatment. Disagreements between her and Tuesday (which are rare) are handled differently, though. And she never takes her anger out on their kids, no matter the circumstances.

Soft spot

Tuesday

Raccoons and possums they're her favorite animals

The moon :)

Johnny and Michael

She doesn't like to talk about it, but when the three of them were younger, Clay was a soft spot for her. She didn't try to defend him from their peers for nothing. Obviously that's not the case anymore by the start of gen1 events

Favorite possession

Until she passed it onto Jase (and he passed it onto Zeon) it was her flower agate stone. She acquired it not long after her suicide attempt, and she carried it everywhere with her. It even survived the whole kidnapping and running from the kartoffian government thing lol the stone was a symbol of a new beginning in a life she now felt hopeful to have a future for. She gave it to Jase for a very similar reason, and by the time the stone reaches Zeon, it's filled with so much love :')

Her favorite possession after this is the first sketchbook she received from Tuesday when they were younger. It was mostly blank by the time they got together, so she dedicated the rest of the book to filling it with pictures and notes about their relationship, and she will give it to Tuesday on a milestone anniversary.

Other than those two things, I imagine she still keeps a few things that used to belong to Emily, a gift she got from Michael at one point, and some things she receives from her kids over the years.

Favorite photograph

A picture of her family when Emily was still alive. Cecilia did her best to cut her mother out of the picture. It was one of the few pictures she has with both Andreas and Emily in it, so she decided she wouldn't let her mom's presence ruin it.

I've also been imagining a picture of Cecilia and Tuesday together during Tuesday's graduation :')

Relationship with ___

Before I go into these, I wanna point out that Cecilia isn't as close to Damon as she is to Nova and Zeon. This is largely due to the fact that Jase obviously favors Damon, and she felt she needed to make it up to the other two.

Damon

Damon and Cecilia have a lot of issues they don't talk about. Damon feels Cecilia isn't interested in having a relationship with him anymore, and it upsets him a lot. Cecilia feels Damon relies too heavily on Jase fixing his problems, and she wants to see him be more independent.

They don't dislike each other, though. Damon still tries to see Cecilia, and Cecilia often gives Damon encouragement to achieve his goals. It's not hard to see they both have contributed to the wall between them, and that Cecilia doesn't have this wall with any of her other kids (or with Tuesday's kids, either.) A source of conflict between Cecilia and Jase is how they parent Damon compared to the other two, but no one else knows about this. They can never seem to find a resolution to this issue, so it remains untouched :/

At times, Cecilia feels that Damon is closer to Tuesday. The problem is, all of Damon's parents/parental figures want to see him succeed, but they all have very different approaches to their relationship with him.

Nova

She has a really good relationship with Nova. During the whole time Nova was in Italy, Cecilia was the only person Nova kept in touch with pretty much daily. After the chova breakup, Cecilia was very concerned about both of them. With Nova being so far away, she dealt with a lot of fear about how Nova was handling things by herself. Until this point, she had had no issues with the idea of Nova pursuing the travel lifestyle she'd always wanted.

She never voiced these concerns to Nova, however. She did attempt to encourage Nova to repair things with Jase and Chuck, even though Nova seemed sure that she never would.

Zeon

She's closest with Zeon. She is always taking him on secret outings without the rest of the family and getting him little things. Sometimes they will spend an entire day together ;w; I've always imagined Zeon in general isn't very outspoken about what he's thinking and feeling, but with Cecilia he is more so. It's a different type of vibe than what the type of communication he has with Jase (who elects to read Zeon's mind) and Damon (who usually just assumes what Zeon wants without really asking).

With Cecilia, he can tell her as much or as little as he wants, and she will always look for his consent in any activity they do before they do it. Cecilia very much fills the fun yet understanding mom role for Zeon.

(of course this is headcanon time so I'm just throwing out things I've thought about and it's cool if he's not actually like this)

What time do you plan on waking up tomorrow morning? I doubt that I’ll fall asleep tonight but if it happens then I want to sleep in

Have you ever been in an ambulance? twice Do you enjoy receiving souvenirs? I prefer to buy them myself but I don’t like to travel lol Do a lot of people dislike you or is it the other way around? I hate them and they hate me back Do you try to stay busy a lot? define busy Do you lie a lot? nah, I exaggerate tho Do you still act childish most of the time? yup Did you ever enjoy gym class? yep What is your biggest insecurity? look? my skin  What was the last thing you plugged into an outlet? my cellphone Do people consider you to be a funny person? yeah Do you have any bad habits? sure Do you like children? nooo If not, why is this? many reasons Do you own any gaming systems? I only play PC/ online/android apps How old were your parents when they had you? in their 30s Is there a big age difference between you and the person you date? there's barely any difference Does the future excite you or scare you? scares me Do you try to spend a lot of time with family? yes What do you plan on doing with the rest of your life? we’ll see What is your favorite movie from the nineties? hard choice Which decade were you born in? 90s XD Are you good at giving advice to people? I am but they don’t listen Have you ever been in a long-term relationship? wouldn’t say so Is there anyone out there who makes you feel completely useless? me, I make myself feel useless because I am useless  Do you like texting or calling people more? texting Do you have a lot of friends? I have  no friends Have you ever painted something and been impressed by it? meh Would you rather go out to eat or stay in? stay in Do you think you attract the opposite sex at a reasonable rate? I don’t attract them Where is your favorite place to travel? nowhere What is your goal for the next few months? working on my health issues mostly Do you own a lot of shoes? just a few pairs Would you rather wear jeans or sweatpants? sweatpants Do you think you have a good sense of style? I have my own sense of style but I head I’m good with accessorising Do you enjoy reading often? occassionally only Have you ever had a deadly illness? sigh... Where did you last eat dinner at? finally home

have you ever been invited to a tacky-christmas-sweater party? I like tacky sweaters but I dislike parties what is the biggest turn off to you? penis

when was the last time you had a nightmare? recently where do you see yourself in ten years? dead if you had the chance to re-do the past six months…would you do it? maybe does your family have traditions? some sort of have you ever had a horrible school picture? I’m ugly whose voice will never fail to get on your nerves? hmm... do you sleep on your stomach, side or back? definitely not my back would you ever take up a job in photography? don’t think so

Do you find it hard to believe that a dinosaur was once right where u are? kinda

What is your favourite part of the movie “The Lion King”? Timon and Pumba moments

Do you knock before entering someone’s room? of course

Would you freak out if you saw a spider crawling on you right now? one was crawling on me today twice and I didn’t freak out

Have you ever used a tanning bed? hell no Do you think people will eventually stop believing in God? :o

Have you ever been go-cart racing? I have not

How many jobs have you had in your life? it’s complicated but I’d say zero

Does your shower have a door or curtains? we have bath

Are you good at remembering names? am really bad at it

Have you ever walked the opposite direction on an escalator? noooo

When making pancakes, do you try to make cool shapes/pictures? I don’t cool

Opinions on Channing Tatum? blergh

Do you use your hand when you’re explaining something? it’s possible

Do you still live in your home town? I do indeed

Where do you apply cologne or perfume? -

What about your look makes it your signature ‘you’ look? childish stuff, leggings, funny quotes on T-shirts...

Do you have an innie or outie? innie

Do you type quickly or slowly? very fast

Have you ever been addicted to a game? for a short time period

How long do you spend getting ready every day? minutes

How many cavities do you have? lots

Do you take surveys hoping someone will see your answers or just ‘because’? just because

What diet could you never do? vegan

What kind of toothpaste do you like? none

What would you never do, for all the money in the world? sell my soul

Is the grass greener on the other side? it’s probably fake 

who picks the music when you’re riding in the car? driver

do you know anyone who regularly uses a bike for transportation? my uncle

do you consider audio books not really reading? it’s listening

strangest thing you’ve ever put in the trunk of a car? wtf

do you carry matches or a lighter? I own a lighter but I don’t carry either around

do you keep socks with a hole in them if they are your favorites? ^^” 

last time you wore clothes that were too small on you. I wear oversized

have you ever had something taken away from you by airport security? luckily not

something you were surprised to learn about your parent’s childhood? personal

do you store any non food items in the fridge? cosmetics (my mom does, not me)

have you ever told a friend you thought their parent was hot? not applicable

have you ever destroyed another person’s belongings out of anger? don’t do that!

plain band aids or fun ones? plain

which pain killer do you use? time 

have you ever borrowed underwear from a friend? disgusting, cringe

last pair of shoes you threw out? my red martens? 

have you ever thrown anything up to hang on the power/phone lines? I’m not stupid

do you pay attention to people’s posture? rarely

could you happily survive in a world without music? if I was born in it then 100% but if it stopped existing now then I’d be sad, still survive  has anyone ever revealed one of your secrets to another person? more than once if you’ve stayed overnight in a hospital, how did you entertain yourself? this question today...

what do you often assume about other people? that they’re evil, more or less

do you recall the first time that you learned the truth about sex? middle school? how do you hold/position your pillow while you sleep? dunno how to explain that what kind of environment do you need to be able to sleep? not fresh pajama/sheets, smth under my chest/lungs lately, arm under a small pillow, light until I feel sleepy enough to turn it off, not wanting to eat or pee anymore as it bothers me, preferably no noise and strong smells too, alone, pajama, socks when it’s cold... have you ever rubbed anyone’s feet? ewww, feet are gross have you ever farted, but tried to pass it off as someone else? as smth else*

why do you use foul language, if you do? it helps like punching something

is there a type of candy that you do not like? most of candies is there anything about which you are consistently paranoid? sadly rank your life based on percentage spent happy, and percentage spent sad: 99% unhappy?...

Would you rather date someone opposite from you or the same as you? similar

Do you own any band merch? I wish 

Do you like Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit? LOTR but not Hobbit

Do you usually regret things you did or things you didn’t do more? things I did

Do you prefer shopping with friends or by yourself? depends

If you had a parrot, what would be the first word you would teach it? hello/hi

What food did you eat the most lately? white bread

What do you want your wedding song to be? our song

True/False : If it’s meant to be, it will be. hopefully true

what’s something you want but will probably never get? health

Do you get embarrassed when your stomach growls in class? that is sooo awkward

Do you think tattoos are hot? I don’t mind some

When did you last play Monopoly? this year?

Do you love food more than you love people? I don’t like food nor ppl

True or False: you this read wrong I read this right, you written it wrong

Do you think underwater pictures look cool? creepy

What is the most ridiculous law you ever heard about? there was this guy who broke some ridiculous laws in England 

Character Interview

Tagged by @sharky-broshaw and @softseeds! I was secretly hoping I would have a chance to do this, so you’re both awesome for giving me the chance. I have a second I’ll have to put together for either of my SR Bosses, or maybe I’ll let my potential New Dawn Captain out for a bit to see how she responds. :D

Tagging @finefeatheredfarcryplayer @twistedsinews @fkingpeggies @solesurvivorkat and anyone else that would like to do this! There’s another wave of small tags coming either way, so brace yourselves.

name ➔ Hana. Hana Vao.

are you single ➔ For a long time I was, but... *laughs* Not anymore! I really didn’t see that coming at all, which is probably why it took so damn long to happen, but let’s just say it was complicated. ...Yeah, complicated.

are you happy ➔ Yes. God, yes.

are you angry ➔  Not currently. Sure, I can get angry. Not angry enough to get it tattooed across my damn chest, but okay, fine. I’ve got a little bit of a temper. *holds up her hand to pinch her fingers together* Just a little.

are your parents still married ➔ No. They never married, and in fact, immediately broke up the minute my mom told him about me. Gotta love it. ...Bastard.

NINE FACTS

birth place ➔ Detroit, Michigan.

hair colour ➔ Dark red, or auburn, if you feel like getting fancy. 

eye colour ➔ Dark brown.

birthday ➔ October 6th.

mood ➔ Mostly upbeat. Ready to tango or throw down at a second’s notice, though.

gender ➔ Female.

summer or winter ➔ Summer. I miss the beach, and the warmer weather’s always an excuse to kick back and relax at night on the sand. With the right motivation, though, I think I could get to like the winters here.

morning or afternoon ➔ I’ll honestly take either, because they each have their own things that work for them. In the morning I can hop up, have coffee, or lounge around in bed wrapped up in someone warm, and...wait. I was about to make a case for afternoons, but let’s keep those mornings.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ Yes. I wasn’t sure you could double-down on that feeling either, but you can, and I don’t know what I did to get so lucky. ...Especially now that I can actually have a chance to call it just that.

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ Kind of? It’s hard to say. I do believe in having strong feelings at first sight, but it could be love. It could be extreme amounts of irritation, it could be friendship. Affection, anything.

who ended your last relationship ➔ ...She did. It was justified enough at the time. I don’t think she ever thought I’d get serious enough for her to believe she was my top priority, and I’d been going through some shit trying to figure myself out and what I wanted from the future. But...I’d hoped to at least stay friends. Then she invited me to her wedding, which was pretty awkward, but I was mostly okay with it. I can be civil. Then she shared some opinions with me on our relationship I didn’t think she was in the right on, I got upset enough to get trashed, and...I slept with her brother. So, I burned that bridge to hell and back. 

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Yes.

are you afraid of commitments ➔ No, not at all. Now, I do admit, I’m a little bad at being able to read if someone’s legitimately into me. Or maybe it’s more like I have trouble believing they’re legitimately into me, but once it’s clear that it’s a case of ‘yes, I want you, and you, me’, I’m in. Completely.

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ More like within the last ten to fifteen minutes. *grins* Sharky’s great like that.

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Sure. Everyone has at least one at some point in time. Honestly, I’m more the kind to be the secret admirer. There are so many people I’ve had silly crushes on over the years, it’s for the best that they never find out. I’d catch so much shit over it.

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Yes. Way too many times to count.

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ Love. Gotta love lust when it backs it up, though.

lemonade or iced tea ➔ Half and half.

cats or dogs ➔  Cats! They’re so cute, but they tend to scratch me up. I need to work on fixing that. Might be my approach...

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ Best friends, hands down.

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Oh, damn. Both can be pretty damn fantastic, but a night in with the boys can’t be beaten ever.

day or night ➔ Night. There’s all sorts of things to do once the sun goes down, and I’ve always been more of a night person.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ Yes. My mom gave me hell every time for it, but it never really stopped me.

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Yes. No, you’re not getting an example. *grumbles to herself* There’s too many.

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ *frowns* ...Yes. For better or worse.

wanted to disappear ➔ Sometimes. Not as much now, but there were times when I’d...I’d first lost my mother that I wondered if that would’ve been better for her if I had.

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔  Real tough call. I’ve got two guys right now that can make me melt with either, so I have to go with both.

shorter or taller ➔ Tall. I like the view, and it’s better appreciated that way.

intelligence or attraction ➔ Attraction, though intelligence can be pretty damn sexy, so...

hook-up or relationship ➔ Relationship. I’ve done hook ups and while they’re fun, I really want to curl up with someone that wouldn’t mind waking up to my nonsense every day. And well, somehow two people have decided they’re willing to deal with that, so... *grins broadly* I’m in good shape.

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ No, not at all. ...Though I'd like to think if they actually spent some time with me, we could work some of this shit out, but... *sighs* It’s a little late for that at either rate.

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ No. Not really. My mom did everything she could to keep me comfortable and safe. I was the one that really fucked it up, and it fell apart right when she died. Coming back from that was tough. The hole I’d dug I was set on only making deeper, but with some work I snapped out of it one day and decided that what I was doing wasn’t helping myself any. And if there is an afterlife, my mom was spending it watching me piss everything away, and I didn’t want that.

have you ever ran away from home ➔ Once. It was stupid, and I wasn’t thinking straight. We’d just moved, I was upset since I’d met some really cool people and had to up and leave right before one of the school dances and I got the brilliant idea that I’d hitchhike or ride the bus all the way back to a friend’s house and figure it out from there. Lucky for me, my mom’s an ace when it comes to tracking down dumbass teens, and picked me up at my second bus stop.

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No. No matter how much of a little shit I was being, my mom never kicked me out.

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔  God, no. They’re important to me, and if I’m calling them a friend, they’re my friend.

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Yeah, after what we’ve all been through, I’d go to hell and back for any of them. I...I still don’t share as much of what I’m thinking and feeling with them as I should, but that’s my problem, not theirs.

who is your best friend ➔ Sharky. I don’t know how he did it other than by being his wonderful, lovely self, but he’s it and then some. ...And John’s getting there too. It's taken longer due to things being what they were, but...he‘ll get there.

who knows everything about you ➔ Jesus, let’s see... John. Sharky. Earl’s not there yet, but I think I’ve shared more than what he’d ever want to hear, mostly on his prompting and my oversharing/venting. But he’s great like that, and I don’t think I can thank him enough for it.

Survey #253

hope everyone is staying safe through this quarantine. wash your hands.

Which band do you have more music of than anyone else on your computer? Ozzy. Who’s your favorite philosopher? *shrugs* I don't know any's ideals well. How old were you when you learned how to read? I'm not sure, but I know I was exceptionally young. What’s the coolest Halloween costume you’ve ever worn? I don't think I've ever worn something rather cool. Who’s your favorite painter/artist? If we're talking about well-known, "popular" artists, I'm not sure. Maybe DaVinci. What’s your favorite song lyric- ever? ARE YOU??????????? FOR REAL?????????? Holy FUCK I get goosebumps from lyrics SO easily, this is like impossible. Probably an Otep lyric, though. I really don't like her personally, but goddamn can she write. What’s your dream tattoo if you don’t have it already? I've linked it before, so I'll just remind it's "Denialism" by deviantART's NukeRooster on my entire, upper left arm. I've already gotten her permission (I don't like just... stealing artwork to put on my body), now just comes the day I can pay for it by a top-tier pro. What’s the coolest screen name you’ve ever had? I don't think any have been necessarily "cool." Who do you think was the most badass serial killer? (Real life.) I'm not well-versed in serial killers honestly, but I can say Charles Manson was a C A S E. I think we can all admit he was... interesting. Just the epitome of weird. Most badass fictional serial killer? ig Jason; again, I don't know a lot off the top of my head, but I like him. How many bank accounts do you have? I don't have one. Have you ever been falsely accused of starting drama? Yep. Have you ever found a song that describes your whole life? Parts of it, sure. What kind of car do you drive? I don't drive a car, but Mom's is a... Honda? Kia? Idk. I'm bad with car brands. What kind of car would you like to have? Average size, pretty simple. Burnt orange or red. I know I want one of those screens you look into to see what's behind you when backing up. Have you ever been to Dairy Queen? If so, what’s your favorite thing to eat from there? mmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. So unhealthy, but I will destroy and Oreo Cupfection. Try. That. Stuff. Their milkshakes are also great. Which website do you email from? Outlook. Do you enjoy receiving souvenirs? Sure, it's nice. Have you ever had the flu? No. What about strep throat? Maybe once? Do you normally have a lot of homework, if you’re still in school? Kinda, yeah. Did you ever enjoy gym class? Fuck no. Even when I was healthy. What is your biggest insecurity? My body. Have you ever painted a room alone? No. How many huge secrets do you have? Huge? Uhhh, none, I think. Have you ever painted something and been impressed by it? Yes. Would you rather go out to eat or stay in? I prefer eating out because yummy food, but considering I'm working on losing weight, I avoid it. Do you have any younger siblings? One. Have you ever considered bleaching your hair? To the point of being snow white. Considering my hair is super healthy and bleaching so heavily would destroy it, I'll be avoiding that. I DO want to bleach my hair to do other colors, though. Brown hair sucks. Do you drink vitamin water? No. Are there any old movies you absolutely love? Oh sure, a good handful. The Outsiders probably tops it. Have you ever had a Big Mac before? No, doesn't appeal to me. I don't like veggies on my burgers... despite eating veggie burgers when I was vegetarian lmao. Do you think you attract the opposite sex at a reasonable rate? I doubt that. Have you ever filed a lawsuit on someone? No. Do you enjoy reading often? I'm finally back into it!! Lately all I've been wanting to do is READ READ READ. Have you ever had a deadly illness? Well, I consider depression (among other mental illnesses) to be very deadly, but on a literal level, no. I mean I have dormant MRSA, which can kill if active, but it never has been. Most people carry that dormantly anyway, if I remember correctly. Ever had food-poisoning before? No, thankfully. Where did you last eat dinner at? Mom bought Nicole and me Sonic. Have you ever had someone pick you up off the ground & carried you? When I fainted, yes. Are you a flirty person? Not really. A name you hate with a passion? Edward, to name one. Erwin. A lot of old names. What is your favorite type of water (ex. arrowhead)? Essentia mmmmmmmmmmmmm,, Have you ever been to Warped Tour? I WISH. :( Do you know anyone who wears fur? I fucking hope not, because I wouldn't associate with them anymore. When was the last time you were on myspace.com? Damn yo, millennia ago. How often do you cuss? Too much. I mean, I don't even believe "profanity" is a thing by our definition of "that word is magically bad," but still, it's like when people say "like" too much. Have you ever cussed out a teacher? No. What did you think of the movie Juno? I never watched it. How often do you eat meat? Sigh, more than I wish. What grade did you meet your best friend in? We didn't meet in school. Last time you cleaned your room? Couple days back. I'm honestly bad at dusting regularly in here, but that's gotta change with Mom having chemo now. Her immune system will be compromised so this house needs to be as pristine as it can. When you were little, would you have rather watched Cartoon Network or Disney Channel? Disney Channel. We weren't really Cartoon Network kids, actually. It was Disney or Nickelodeon. Do you shave your arms? No. Are you a big fan of the Harry Potter series? Never read a book, never watched any movies; the first one was playing in my presence once, but I paid no attention. How often would say you pulled all-nighters, if you ever do? Shit man, never, nowadays. I don't think I've had one for two years now. My youth is escaping. Has a friend’s boyfriend/girlfriend ever had a problem with you for any reason? I don't think so. How many times a day do you find yourself cracking your joints, if at all? Maybe not even once a day. Only my big toes and upper back can pop. Is there a particular sport you follow on a regular basis? No. Are you 100% over the last person you kissed? No. Do you put ketchup on top of your french fries or on the side? On the side. Who was the last person you talked to in person? Mom. Do you have a dog? Not anymore, thank fuck. Do you like orange juice? Yes. Are you one of those people who obsesses over Hollister? I never liked it. They're not inclusive at all towards fucking NORMAL bodies, nevermind plus size. Apparently even their rules on looks for workers are absolutely horrible. Ashley liked them though, so sometimes I just had to go in with her. If money was no object, would you change your wardrobe? My goth could finally  E S C A P E. How do you/did you get to school? My mom drives me. Have you ever had to have a pet put down? Four times that I remember off the top of my head. What candy cane flavor is your favorite? MMMMMMMMMM get the pink Starburst kind. Do you get angry when fast food restaurants mess up your order? It's annoying, yes. Angering when you've already driven away, especially when you really wanted something. What was your favorite elective class in high school? Art. Did you ever wish you could be homeschooled? Yes. I was homebound for a little while. Have you ever had a dream so realistic you could’ve sworn it happened? Yes. Do you have any mental disorders? I'm a walking mental disorder, lmao. Y'all know the biggies, and now ADD and especially DPD (dependent personality disorder) are being considered. Do you feel comfortable talking about these disorders, if you have them? Yeah, I really don't care. Where did you go on your last field trip? I want to say to a band competition in high school. Are you able to agree to disagree? Or do you have to have the last word? Yeah, pretty easily. Is there a cover song you like better than the original version? A whole lot, actually. Do you have a hard time talking about sex with the opposite gender? I have a hard time with anyone. Have you ever had major surgery? Major, no. Is there any food you don’t like that a lot of others do? Here in the South, everyone is most surprised when they hear I hate fried chicken. What was the last thing you bragged about? Hm. I'm not sure, actually. I don't make a habit out of doing that. Can you do a backflip? Hell no. Are you listening to anything right now? I have a video up of relaxing tracks from Silent Hill 2 + 3. Great shit. Has anyone ever tried to tell you you were adopted? No. How many doors are in the room you’re in? Two, but one's just the closet door. Have you ever been engaged and broke it off? No. Has anyone ever drawn a picture of you? Yes. Do any of your friends have children? Yep. Is there anything you’re craving right now? Not really. Who got married at the last wedding you attended? A family friend. It was the second wedding I shot. Is happiness something to be achieved and sought after or is it something to be retained and held onto always, no matter what happens? The former. You can't just stay happy when, like, your grandma dies. What gives you a peaceful feeling? Nature. Hearing water and birdsong, specifically. Are you a Toys-R-Us kid? Hell yeah I was. My sisters and I would go crazy if we had the chance to go there. We were SOOOO upset when it closed down. If you believe in Heaven, are there separate heavens for different animals (kittie heaven. dog heaven, bird heaven, etc)? I don't know if I believe in a "heaven," but some sort of peace after death, yes. I believe it's one, unified "heaven." When you sleep next to someone do they fall asleep first usually or do you? They always do considering it takes me ten years to fall asleep. If they do, do you watch them sleep? I have. Not in a creepy way, but rather a "wow I love this person" sorta way. What is your usual breakfast? Usually apple and cinnamon oatmeal What do your salt and pepper shakers look like? They're nothing special. The salt is a blue ceramic, and the pepper one is just what you get from the store. Have you ever had your car towed? I've never had my own car. What band or singer do you believe started rock and roll? I'm pretty sure Elvis is given that credit. Whose voice irritates you like fingernails on a blackboard? The female singer of Mother Mother's voice. Mom and I can't stand her singing. All I songs we enjoy feature almost solely the main singer. I can *tolerate* it in some songs, but. What do you contribute to society? Ha. Do you take naps? Almost daily. Do you have any cavities? Not to my knowledge. Do you believe that there has been a man on the moon? Yes, though I do believe the "first" landing was faked in competition with Russia. It sounds ridiculous, but I'm so serious, look into the theory - there's incredible evidence. Would you ever go into a sex shop? I'd be too self-conscious to. I'd just order online. Let’s just say your school team is on a winning streak. One of the cheerleaders cheers both for your team and the other team during games. Does it make you angry? I don't care enough about sports to even consider how I'd feel. Do you prefer carnivals, festivals, circuses, parades or faires? To be real, I only know the difference between parades and circuses. What even distinguishes the other three from each other. Do you believe in psychic ability or is it a sham? I lean towards no. What is your favorite classic rock song? You CANNOT ask me this question. Classic rock is some of the best music there is.

If you had a parrot, what would be the first word you would teach it? Ha, my mom would probably be the one to teach it its first word cause she would think it was funny to hear it repeat a cuss word or something. lol.

What food have you eaten the most lately? Wing Stop boneless garlic parm wings, pizza from my favorite local pizza place, and ramen.

Where you ever a Pokemon fan? I was for a short time as a kid. I liked collecting the cards, especially. My dad worked in the mall at that time and he often would stop by the toy store to grab me a pack. 

How would you describe the taste of water? It’s so weird cause it’s typically described as not having a taste, but it does. I just don’t know how to describe it. If you know, you know.

Do you think books are going out of fashion? No, but I do feel like people aren’t reading them as often now. “Them” as in an actual, physical book. 

One thing you miss about being a kid : A lot of things. I had obstacles and struggles then health wise, but I kid you not when I say those things aren’t what stands out when I look back on my childhood. I miss just being able to just watch cartoons and play Barbies all day, or play house and school with my cousins. I miss just having fun and looking forward to each day. I hadn’t been knocked down and drained by life, yet. 

What is the best product made from milk? Cheese.

How would you feel if your husband didn’t want to wear a wedding ring? I don’t plan on getting married. I can’t even imagine ever being in the situation where it was a possibility, honestly. IF I ever did; though, I could see myself wanting to wear my ring and I’d want my husband to wear his, too.

Do you say Autumn or Fall? I say both. Autumn sounds a lot nicer.

What is your biggest “what if”? Ugh, there’s way too many of those. I can do it all day and they drive me insane.

What is the worst movie you have ever seen? This reminds me of the ratings the new Grudge has received. The scores are lowwwww. Like, it’s apparently really, really bad. I actually wanted to see it, but now I’m like ehhh I’ll wait until I can rent it.

Have you ever spelled your own name wrong? Probably when I was really little.

What do you want your wedding song to be? I told you already, I don’t plan on getting married. It’s not something I envision for myself. It’s not something I even think about.

What is your favorite fairytale? Hmm.

True/False : If it’s meant to be, it will be. I think so.

What electronic of yours dies the quickest? The Nintendo Switch has the worst battery life.

Do you think we learn some useless things in school? Yeah.

Do you feel like your life would be better without a certain person in it? No. The problem is me.

Who has influenced your music taste the most? I got some from both my parents, as well as my maternal grandparents. 

What did you get your mom for Mother’s Day? We’re only in January.

You go to the restroom and you see a huge spider, what do you do? Freak out and get the hell out outta there. haha. I’d get my brother or whoever was home to go kill it.

what’s something you want but will probably never get? My depressing ass can come up with a lot of things. 

Do you like reading scary books? Yes.

Is there a game your addicted to you? Currently, Luigi’s Mansion 3.

Do you get embarrassed when your stomach growls in class? I was always so nervous about that happening, honestly. Taking tests or silent reading time was the worst time for me cause I’d be thinking about that. As if my anxiety over taking the exam wasn’t enough. 

Do crying people make you uncomfortable? Well for one, seeing other people sad and crying makes me sad and want to cry. But also, I feel very awkward around someone who’s crying. I don’t know what to do or say. I just sit there awkwardly, lol.  Would you ever marry someone your parents didn’t approve of? Enough with the marriage questions. Anyway, I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with someone my parents didn’t like. That would be very difficult for me. I want whoever I date to have a good relationship with my family and vice versa. That’s important to me. I’m very close with my family and spend a lot of time with them, sooo. My parents aren’t going to just not like someone for no reason, though. They’re really chill and my friends have always liked them. So, if they didn’t approve for some reason, they’d have a legit reason.

Whats one thing you’re completely terrible at? Life?

what is the nearest thing to you that is red? There’s red on my red and black plaid pillow.

what kind of camera do you own? I use my phone, which is an iPhone XR.

Do you look older or younger than your actual age? I’ve been told I look younger.

Do you think tattoos are hot? No, but I don’t mind some tattoos.

What’s the worst thing about being a teenager? >> The emotional instability and the hormonal upheavals. Also, the social hell. <<< 

What’s the best thing about being a teenager? Hmm.

When did you last play Monopoly? Wow, it’s been years.

Who do you trust with your secrets? Ya’ll. ha.

As a child what celebrity did you look up to? I was a fan of a lot of celebrities, but I didn’t really have one I looked up to.

Do you love food more than you love people? More than people in general, ha. Not more than my loved ones.

True or False: you this read wrong Yep, you got me.

What do you usually do on a Sunday? Same things I do everyday.

Have you ever met anyone with the same Birthday as you? Yeah.

Do you think underwater pictures look cool? Underwater photos freak me out.

What is the most ridiculous law you ever heard about? I’ve come across articles in the past that listed several of those. There’s some weirdddd laws out there.

Zelda or Mario? Oh, Mario hands down. I never got into Zelda, but me and Mario go waaaaaay back.

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If you had a parrot, what would be the first word you would teach it? I’d probably teach it something polite because I’ve noticed all parrot owners almost always teach their birds bad words lmao and it’s not that funny anymore. I wouldn’t be opposed to teaching them some lame slang too, like ‘it’s lit’ haha.

What food have you eaten the most lately? Instant noodles because my mom finally gave in to our requests and started buying packs of our favorite brand again. Some context: it was almost all we ever ate as kids, so she stopped buying it for a while (and rightfully so) because of all the unhealthy stuff that’s in it.

Where you ever a Pokemon fan? I was a huge fan from the ages of 8-10. It started when my cousin got Pokemon games on his Gameboy Advance, and then it spilled over to us watching the anime every night and eventually, I collected the cards and pogs as well. We also bought one of two volumes of the Pokemon Omnibus books that they released.

How would you describe the taste of water? It’s just tasteless to me, but then it tastes so refreshing. I know water isn’t good enough if there’s a certain taste that comes along with it, because it’s supposed to just be tasteless and crisp. 

Do you think books are going out of fashion? Not at all. All my friends are into reading, and they never grew out of their bookworminess. Which is honestly great, because I wouldn’t want them to end up like me, who was a big bibliophile as a kid but eventually stopped reading.

One thing you miss about being a kid: Being able to make friends with anybody, whether it be a day-long bond or a friendship for the long run. I know it’s not applicable to all kids, but I’d say I was one of those who was able to blend in at birthday parties or daytrips to water resorts and all that stuff.

What is the best product made from milk? Meh, I’m not the best person to ask about this given that I’m lactose intolerant lololol, but I doooooo love mozzarella and ricotta cheese.

How would you feel if your husband didn’t want to wear a wedding ring? I’d be pretty puzzled if my future spouse wouldn’t want to wear theirs. I’d understand if they removed it for work, but I’d raise eyebrows if they didn’t want to wear it, period.

Do you say Autumn or Fall? My Southeast Asian ass can’t relate to either.

What is your biggest “what if”? I don’t have any, because I make it a point to avoid thinking about them. I’ve heard so many of my friends mull over their what ifs and how miserable they are about them, so I know better than to dwell on mine.

What is the worst movie you have ever seen? I had a go-to answer for this many years ago, but I forgot the name of the movie by now and I’m honestly glad that’s the case. But other than that, one of the all-time worsts is the Jack & Jill movie with Adam Sandler, and a recent bad one (for me) would be Knives Out. Of course, I never liked whodunits and I generally dislike dialogue-y and fast-paced movies, so I’m pretty biased in citing that.

Have you ever spelled your own name wrong? I don’t think so. Mine was the less popular spelling of Robin, so I definitely remembered to spell it properly because everyone else was already misspelling it.

What do you want your wedding song to be? I’ve never given much thought about this. Sparks by Coldplay was one of our og songs, but the most that it is right now is just a mere option. 

What is your favorite fairytale? I never liked fairytales.

True/False : If it’s meant to be, it will be. Not always. You have to work for it sometimes, too.

What electronic of yours dies the quickest? My phone, but that’s just because I had to pick and because, to be fair, I use it too much :(((( But I’m okay with the battery lives of all my gadgets.

Do you think we learn some useless things in school? Math and English have been pretty useless to me, but a lot of my other lessons, such as history, economics, physics, etc. still come in handy these days.

Do you feel like your life would be better without a certain person in it? Not really. I’m okay with the people I have now, family and friends alike. I tune out who I choose to tune out, and that’s enough for me.

Who has influenced your music taste the most? Athenna was a huge influence, which I feel bittersweet about now because I had to cut her out of my life a few years ago. She introduced me to Banks, Walk the Moon, and Twnety One Pilots, among other amazing artists. Gab has also been pretty influential – she’s made me a fan of alt-J, BP Valenzuela, Hozier, and a bigger fan of Coldplay.

What did you get your mom for Mother’s Day? We don’t really get her stuff. We greet her and have quality time together.

You go to the restroom and you see a huge spider, what do you do? Try to swat it out of the way.

what’s something you want but will probably never get? A PhD, because I’m too lazy to earn one haha.

Do you like reading scary books? I did enjoy reading my cousin’s Goosebumps as a kid, but I’m not into reading in general these days.

Is there a game your addicted to you? Currently, Luigi’s Mansion 3. <– Yooooo, my sister is OBSESSED with this game and watches playthroughs of it all day. She’s eyeing it as one of the next few games that we’re buying for the Switch.

Do you get embarrassed when your stomach growls in class? No. If anything that lets the teacher or prof know that I’m bored and/or hungry. Plus it’s an easy way to make the class laugh, and that’s always a good thing haha.

Do crying people make you uncomfortable? If it’s happy tears than yeah hahaha. If they’re sad tears I’m usually willing to be a shoulder to cry on. Would you ever marry someone your parents didn’t approve of? It’d be hard, but in the end it’s my relationship and they’d have no say.

Whats one thing you’re completely terrible at? Knitting. Origami. Any art stuff.

what is the nearest thing to you that is red? I’m very close to the wifi thingy that we have up on the rooftop and there’s a small red light coming from it.

what kind of camera do you own? I just use the one in my phone.

Do you look older or younger than your actual age? Younger. I’ve memorized the look of shock on people’s faces whenever I tell them I’m a senior in college.

Do you think tattoos are hot? No, but I don’t mind some tattoos.

What’s the worst thing about being a teenager? The confusion, all the hormones making you cranky all day, the pressure of which course to take for college especially when you’re nowhere near ready to make a choice.

What’s the best thing about being a teenager? It’s a period of experimenting, making strong friendships, and making mistakes and learning from them.

When did you last play Monopoly? I’ve never played Monopoly because I’ve never understood how it works.

Who do you trust with your secrets? My two best friends.

As a child what celebrity did you look up to? Probably Vanessa Hudgens back in her High School Musical days? Idk, she seemed like a good role model at the time.

Do you love food more than you love people? I probably do, haha.

True or False: you this read wrong Yup.

What do you usually do on a Sunday? My family goes to 9 AM mass, then we head out for lunch, go malling for a bit, take my sister back to her dorm in Manila, then we spend the rest of the evening at home.

Have you ever met anyone with the same Birthday as you? Yes.

Do you think underwater pictures look cool? I’ve never liked underwater photos ever since I saw that photo of that vacationing scuba diving couple with the dead girl in the background.

What is the most ridiculous law you ever heard about? Nothing comes to mind right now.

Zelda or Mario? Zelda (or Link, if you’re talking about the dude) story-wise, Mario for playability haha.

620.

If you had a parrot, what would be the first word you would teach it? >> Probably a swear, let’s be real here.

What food have you eaten the most lately? >> I’m not sure. I kind of eat the same few things all the time, out of convenience and, like... inertia.

Where you ever a Pokemon fan? >> No, I didn’t really know anything about Pokémon until the last few years. But Sparrow’s really into it, so I know a lot more about it now and I even have a few favourites. The lore is fun, and the cartoons and movies can be too. I still won’t play the games, though, I find them boring.

How would you describe the taste of water? >> Depends on where the water came from.

Do you think books are going out of fashion? >> Of course not. Just because new ways of reading have been introduced and readership is in flux (which, I’d imagine, it’s always been) doesn’t mean it’s the end of the fucking world for the written word, lmao.

One thing you miss about being a kid : >> Someone else being in charge of my nutrition.

What is the best product made from milk? >> *shrug* ???

How old is too old to have a baby? >> Well, biology dictates that pretty well, don’t it.

How would you feel if your husband didn't want to wear a wedding ring? >> I don’t have a husband, and I don’t really care if my wife wears a ring or not, it’s her hand.

Do you say Autumn or Fall? >> I say either at whim.

What is your biggest “what if”? >> *shrug*

What is the worst movie you have ever seen? >> I don’t know, but The Christmas Chronicles was pretty bad and it’s such a shame because Kurt Russell’s Santa is so hot.

Have you ever spelled your own name wrong? >> I don’t think so.

What do you want your wedding song to be? >> We didn’t have a “song”, but instead of the Wedding March we had a harpist play the Final Fantasy “Prelude” theme.

What is your favorite fairytale? >> The Snow Queen.

True/False : If it's meant to be, it will be. >> That’s really only something you can judge in hindsight, when you’re forming your narrative about why things happened the way they did. The unformed future is an absolute crapshoot.

What electronic of yours dies the quickest? >> Heimdall, my gaming laptop, but it’s been like that since I first got it -- for some reason it came with a dead battery and I just didn’t care enough to have it replaced. I use it like a desktop anyway because it’s so fucking heavy (and I have a lot of peripherals).

Do you think we learn some useless things in school? >> Sure.

Do you feel like your life would be better without a certain person in it? >> My life is better without certain people in it, and that’s why they’re not in it.

Who has influenced your music taste the most? >> I don’t think any particular person has influenced my music tastes that directly.

What did you get your mom for Mother's Day? >> ---

You go to the restroom and you see a huge spider, what do you do? >> Take it outside. I mean, unless it was Australia-huge or something, in which case I’d probably just go “oops, sorry sir, didn’t realise it was occupied” and fucking book it, lmao.

what's something you want but will probably never get? >> Hm.

Do you like reading scary books? >> Sure.

Is there a game your addicted to you? >> I’m not really obsessed with any games right now.

Do you get embarrassed when your stomach growls in class? >> I’m not embarrassed by my stomach growling, period.

Do crying people make you uncomfortable? >> Yes. I do my best not to act like it and make them feel bad for being human, but it is what it is.

Would you ever marry someone your parents didn't approve of? >> My parent doesn’t approve of anything I do, so who cares.

Whats one thing you're completely terrible at? >> *shrug*

what is the nearest thing to you that is red? >> The lining of Erik the Phantom Bear’s cape.

what kind of camera do you own? >> I don’t, I just use my phone.

Do you look older or younger than your actual age? >> It seems I appear younger.

Do you think tattoos are hot? >> I think tattoos are cool.

What's the worst thing about being a teenager? >> The emotional instability and the hormonal upheavals. Also, the social hell.

What's the best thing about being a teenager? >> I don’t know, I don’t remember anything good about being a teenager.

When did you last play Monopoly? >> I don’t remember. Long, long time ago. Maybe when I was in the psych ward.

Who do you trust with your secrets? >> Can Calah.

As a child what celebrity did you look up to? >> ---

Do you love food more than you love people? >> No.

True or False: you this read wrong >> I did at first, of course.

What do you usually do on a Sunday? >> Just veg out at home.

Have you ever met anyone with the same Birthday as you? >> Yeah, online.

Do you think underwater pictures look cool? >> Sure.

What is the most ridiculous law you ever heard about? >> Oh, this country has many ridiculous laws. Anti-sodomy laws, racist laws, you name it.

Zelda or Mario? >> Zelda <3 (I guess you could say I’m biased because of King Crimson, but it really is a cool franchise.)

Merry Christmas, @lover95!

This is my Sterek Secret Santa gift for lover95! I hope you enjoy your fluffy soulmark AU! I certainly enjoyed writing it!

Read om AO3

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you left a mark on me

Stiles is a klutz.

That much is well known.

What is less known is how only about half of the scrapes he gets into are his own fault- if that! Because in this universe you are lucky enough to share every injury with your soulmate - even if you don’t yet know the bastard.

With the amount of injuries they amass in a week, Stiles’ soulmate is either an even worse klutz than Stiles himself, part of a circus troupe (probably the always stumbling and falling clown), or a spy - James Bond style. Stiles would of course prefer the last option - purely because of the coolness factor. Who could resist James Bond?

When Scott gets bitten, a whole new world of options suddenly opens up. In Stiles’ newfound experience, supernatural beings spend most of their time injured in some way or form. To add insult to injury- literally!- they barely even notice it most of the time!

It would be just like Stiles’ luck: having a werewolf for a soulmate who spends most of their time getting injured - and probably doesn’t care to think about how that affects him. Ouch.

~*~

Soulmates aren't a very well studied phenomenon.

It is not known what percentage of the population has a soulmate, mostly because most people don't even know it themselves. You don't get a neat tattoo of your soulmate’s name or of the first words they say to you or anything helpful like that. Stiles wishes he lived in a universe like that. Instead he gets soulmarks - literal marks appearing on his body, reflecting the injuries of his soulmate.

Soulmarks can be anything - from light bruises to red scratches to even the occasional sprain. There's some stories about people breaking bones, but Stiles doesn't give any credit to those - he certainly hasn't ever broken a bone because of his soulmate and he has carried just about every other soulmark known to mankind on his skin.

Hence the thinking his soulmate was a super spy before realising werewolves were a thing.

Thankfully soulmarks are usually less severe than the original injury and never fatal. So instead of the deep scratch your soulmate has, you might end up with a heavy bruise, or a sprain instead of a break. But that right there is also why most people never even realise they have a soulmate. How many bruises do you discover on the regular without remembering how you got them? How would you ever know which came from knocking into the corner of the kitchen cabinet and which appeared because your soulmate accidentally dropped a hammer on their foot?

You see, most people don't suffer from severe injuries on the regular, and thus neither do their soulmates. Unless your soulmate is a werewolf of course.

It took cataloguing all of his cuts and bruises very meticulously, while also keeping track of which scrapes his friends got into, but the evidence finally seems to suggest that his soulmate is one of the pack. That's as far as Stiles has gotten, though. The only one he can rule out for sure is Scott and thank God for that. Stiles loves that guy like a brother, but that's just it - like a brother . Allison can keep his dick, as far as Stiles is concerned.

Everyone else is fair game though, even Jackson, perish the thought. He has mellowed out somewhat after his stint in good, old England, but still, the universe would have a very sick sense of humour if Stiles’ soulmate turned out to be Jackson Whittemore of all people. Stiles wouldn't mind any of the other betas, but really, there's only one member of the pack he is truly interested in.

That's the crux of the matter with soulmarks: How do you know you’ll even like your soulmate? What if you don’t? What if you love someone and they aren’t your soulmate? Or you aren’t theirs?

All of those are reasons why a lot of people do not actively attempt to search out their soulmate.

There are of course those who do - ritualistic woundings are a thing that unfortunately still exists, and pricking the fingers is a wedding rite that is occasionally celebrated, too. Hollywood loves the soulmate trope of course, soulmarks front and centre on posters even if they barely play a role in the film. Whole rows of bookstores are filled with soulmark romances - from Ancient Rome to outer space and everywhere in between. The question whether Cleopatra’s true soulmate was Caesar or Antony is a hotly debated one in certain circles.

Stiles himself has always dreamed of finding his soulmate.

His parents had been soulmates, though they only realised it years after being married, when his dad got shot on patrol by the only bank robber Beacon Hills has ever gotten and his mum bruised like a peach in the same place his shot wound was. Stiles has gotten his delicate complexion from her.

And the hopelessly romantic streak apparently.

His mum had loved that his dad and her had turned out to be soulmates after they married; it made her believe in fate she used to say and that “you'll find your soulmate, too, kochanie , and they’ll leave an even deeper mark on your heart than on your skin. Just be patient, baby.”

Well, Stiles has certainly got the marks on his skin, and someone has also left his mark on Stiles’ heart, but he's not sure those belong together. So, rather than risking learning an answer he doesn't want to know, he stops searching for an answer all together.

He'd like to imagine that his mother would approve of him being patient and waiting for whatever will happen. She'd probably just scold him for giving up, though.

The thought is not enough to make him risk his heart however.

~*~

Over the last few years, a tradition of pre-Christmas pack dinner has developed. Christmas is spent with their respective families, but the last weekend before Christmas is for the pack. It’s done potluck style - everyone likes different things, so instead of trying to find a compromise everyone’s happy with, they had decided to just let everyone bring what they want to eat. Stiles has learned to make an extra large batch of his pierogi , because that is eaten by just about everyone, whereas Lydia’s kale salad goes largely ignored by everybody but her and Jackson (the poor guy really is whipped).

Another tradition that has grown out of that one is the decorating the day before.

That’s not a pack tradition, though. This one is just for Derek and Stiles.

Because while pack dinner happens at Derek’s loft, it has long been decided that Derek is not to be trusted to decorate appropriately for the occasion. So Stiles always comes over the day before to help, and afterwards they order in and watch at least one Christmas classic. In a way it feels like their own little Christmas tradition, and Stiles has grown very protective of it. It’s when they reminisce about the past year and plan ahead for the next. Derek told Stiles about his plans to go back to uni while hanging up tinsel and Stiles spoke about his fear of losing his dad while spraying fake frostwork onto Derek’s windows. It’s as if no secrets exist between them when hanging up Christmas decorations - none except for Stiles’ soulmarks. Those he hasn’t dared to bring up yet.

This year’s decoration theme is definitely forest-y - gnarly roots as candle holders, cones and acorns instead of golden stars and red baubles, and even some mistletoe. According to Derek, Laura hated the artificiality of most Christmas decorations, all those garish colours, plastic-y scents, and the glitter that sticks to everything until Valentine’s Day comes around and covers you in more glitter, just this time in pink. Apparently the Hale siblings used to take turns decorating the house for Christmas, and when it was up to Laura, she did her best to bring the forest into the house.

“When I saw that mistletoe in the Reserve on my last patrol, it made me think of her, and how much she loved hanging them over every single door frame in the house. We never got anything done when Laura had decorated for Christmas because everyone was too busy kissing everyone else,” Derek says, a small smile on his face while his eyes show that he is far away, lost in memories. “I thought it would be nice to remember her through this - decorating like her,” he adds, and then asks, suddenly sounding very unsure: “Unless you think the pack would prefer more traditional decorations?”

“There’s nothing more traditional than mistletoe,” Stiles replies firmly. “And if Lydia says anything, I’ll remind her of the year she thought burnt orange and dark teal would make good Christmas tree colours.”

Derek smiles softly in response, and Stiles would have liked to blame the answering flutter of his heart on heart burn but he has long ago learned that lying to himself is of no use.

So, rustic decorations it is, which brings Stiles to the predicament he is currently in: balancing precariously on one of Derek’s bar stools, mistletoe in one hand, hammer in another and four, no three nails in his mouth. One nail just slipped out and possibly scratched one of his toes on its way down. Stiles doesn’t trust his balance enough to dare look down to check for blood. He’d call for help, but he’s honestly afraid of accidentally swallowing a nail if he opens his mouth. His genius idea to nail the mistletoe to the ceiling in the middle of the room, so that everyone ends up stuck under it again and again suddenly doesn’t look so genius any more.

Carefully, Stiles switches the mistletoe to his other hand, and takes one of the nails out of his mouth with his now free hand. So far, so good, but when he attempts to hammer the nail into the ceiling, he slips, and loses his balance.

Strangely enough, his last thought as he falls goes out to his soulmate. Maybe he’ll feel that.

But instead of hitting the hard floor, Stiles is caught in two strong arms, which break his fall. Somehow he even manages to spit out the remaining nails instead of swallowing them and killing himself that way. When he looks up, Derek’s face is dark with anger and white with fear.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he scolds and shakes Stiles slightly. “You could have broken your neck!”

“You caught me, though, didn’t you?” Stiles says, smiling angelically and tries not to feel disappointed that he didn’t at least break a leg or something. Surely his soulmate would have noticed that .

“And I’m starting to regret it already,” Derek snarks back, but his hands are gentle as he makes sure Stiles has regained his balance enough to stand on his own two feet again.

“Liar, you love me,” Stiles singsongs, and tries to ignore how much he wishes that were true.

“I hate you,” Derek throws back at him over his shoulder, having already turned away, so that Stiles can’t even see his face. And he doesn’t have a built in lie-detector.

“Hate to love me, you mean,” he still needles, and follows Derek, drawn like the moth to the flame, as always.

“If you say so,” Derek replies noncommittally, and Stiles forgets the snarky retort he’d had on the tip of his tongue, because he had been too focused on Derek to look where he was going and had run into the coffee table. Hard. Ouch.

In front of him, Derek stumbles.

Stiles’ shin throbs, and his thoughts are running wild.

He knocks his shin against the coffee table once more, and Derek stumbles again.

Elated, Stiles keeps kicking the coffee table, until Derek finally gets a clue and turns around. His eyes are wide and the look on his face is one of pure astonishment and disbelief. Stiles on the other hand can’t feel his cheeks anymore, he’s grinning so widely. Derek’s gaze caught in his, he deliberately kicks out one last time and his heart jumps when Derek flinches in reaction.

“I was hoping it was you,” he breathes, but at the same time, Derek says: “I was hoping it wasn’t you.”

“What?”

Stiles’ stomach is suddenly a ball of ice, all the elation he was just experiencing gone like a tendril of smoke in the wind. But Derek shakes his head hurriedly and steps closer, hand stretched out towards Stiles.

“No, that’s not what I meant! It’s just - I’m so broken, literally , and I couldn’t bear the thought of having inadvertently hurt you. Hurting you is the last thing I want to do. I know I don’t experience soulmarks the way you do, but the pain I must have caused you!”

The ice in Stiles melts as suddenly as it appeared and he steps forward in turn to take Derek’s still outstretched hand.

“I was hoping it was you,” he says, but then amends: “Well, actually, I was hoping it was James Bond for quite a few years. But once I knew werewolves were a thing, it was always you I was hoping for. I couldn’t know for sure, and I was too scared to ask, so I just kept quietly hoping. My soulmarks didn’t cause me pain so much as they gave me hope!”

Derek is obviously still sceptical and not convinced yet, so Stiles decides he has to haul out the big guns. Pun intended. He squeezes Derek’s hand in reassurance before dropping it and whipping off his shirt. Werewolves run hotter than humans, so the air in Derek’s loft is cool on his skin. The urge to cross his arms in front of his chest to hide himself is almost overwhelming, but the whole point of this exercise is to bare himself to Derek. So he gathers his courage, pulls his shoulders back and stands proud and tall.

“See this?” Stiles points towards a white scar on his right side. “That’s from when Scott fell off his chair in maths and I let myself fall off my chair, too, so he’d not be so embarrassed. Only I managed to cut myself somehow and bled all over everything, so then he was embarrassed for us both and worrying about me to boot.” He points towards a greenish bruise on his hip next. “I got that when I ran into our dining table earlier in the week. No particular reason why, I’m just spatially challenged apparently. I’ve got countless more marks like these, some visible scars, some fading bruises, most gone forever. I only remember the very visible ones, like that scar, or the most recent ones, like that bruise.”

He swallows and then turns half away from Derek.

“See my right shoulder blade? You see nothing, right? That’s where my first soulmark appeared. Or well, it probably wasn’t actually the first one ever, but it was the first one I noticed and recognised. It was just a small scratch with a pale purplish bruise. But I kept looking at it in the mirror because I was so happy. It was proof I had a soulmate, someone just for me. Someone who’d love me for who I am, because, not in spite of. That mark is long gone, but I’ll never forget about it. I’ll never forget about any of them. Like here,” he says, turning back around again, drawing a finger down his stomach and then repeating the motion on Derek’s clothed stomach.

“That’s when I knew for sure it was someone from the pack. That’s when I really started hoping it was you. But you all heal too quickly for me to properly catalogue your injuries, so I couldn’t ever be quite sure. Until now.”

Derek doesn’t immediately say anything. Instead he gently traces the path Stiles’ finger took, stroking across the skin on Stiles’ stomach, which breaks out into goosebumps at the touch.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he repeats, voice barely above a whisper and Stiles admits: “You probably will. But I’ll heal - not as quickly as you and the rest of the puppies, but I’ll heal. And I’ll treasure my soulmarks even more than before. But you can always mark me up in more pleasurable ways, too,” he adds with a wink and tilts his head to the side, hopefully revealing his throat in a tantalising way.

“You are the worst,” Derek replies, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his lips that lets Stiles repeat, this time with conviction: “And still you love me.”

“I do,” Derek acknowledges, and then curves his hand around Stiles’ shoulder, palm touching where his first soulmark appeared. The touch seems to shoot sparks through Stiles’ body, electrifying him. Gentle pressure on his back encourages him to lean in and then Derek’s other hand comes up to guide his chin up, so their lips can meet in a soft, careful kiss.

Before his attention is entirely consumed by Derek and his kisses Stiles thinks: “I didn’t even need the mistletoe.”

Letters to Juliet: Chapter 3

Chapter 1     Chapter 2

Summary: Betty Cooper dreamed of falling in love. She once thought it would be with the red-headed boy next door until he met the mysterious brunette in the pearl necklace.So, when she begins to receive anonymous love letters, she turns to the only person she knows who is not grossly in lust: her childhood best friend, Jughead Jones.

Chapter begins below the cut

     “So, first things, first. What is the evidence we have collected so far?” Jug asks, getting down to business as soon as I enter the office.

     I set down my bag on my desk and pull out the letter and the gardenia I placed in my textbook to press. “So far It is just these two letters and this beautiful flower.”

“The second one is new. What do you think of it?”

      I begin to respond but then decide to brush off the question. “Doesn’t matter what I think. I can’t even think about my feelings until I find out who this person is.” I pick up my trusty highlighter and purple pen that I use to edit Jug’s articles and start rereading the second letter once again. When I reach the last paragraph, I say, “This guy obviously has to have known me for a long time. That eliminates anyone new to the school…”

     “Great, we can eliminate Veronica. Now we have it narrowed down to the entire male student body!”

     “Look, Jughead,” I snap, “I asked for your help, not your sarcasm! Now, focus. I return my eyes to the letter but I can feel his gaze linger on me. “I didn’t mean to bite your head off. I’m sorry. I just really need to find out who this is, Juggie. Please?”

      “Why does this mean so much to you, Betts? He obviously doesn’t want you to know its him. Can’t you leave it alone?”

     “I don’t know why. I just have to. No one has ever really felt this way about me before. I want… I need to know if it is genuine, that he actually cares and this isn’t just… Veronica trying to cheer me up or a dumb cheer initiation prank masterminded by Cheryl. That’s why you are here. You’re my best friend but you are also one of the most honest people I know. I need you to tell me this isn’t some elaborate scheme, that this seems legitimate.”

     He pulls up a chair next to me and envelopes my hands in his. When he brings them up to his lips and places a gentle kiss on them, I am momentarily stunned to silence and a rush of warmth rushes through my body. He tilts my chin up so our eyes can meet and whispers, “You are amazing, Betty Cooper. You’re like Nancy Drew meets Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. You deserve love. You are too fantastic to be with anyone who treats you less than a princess.”

     I am speechless. What can you say to that? Those are the most beautiful, romantic words that any person has ever said to me. I don’t do it consciously, but gravity seems to pull our faces closer— so close I can feel his breath skate over my face. I see him glance down at my lips. Just a little closer and—

Knock. Knock.

     I spring out of my chair just in time to see the smiling face of Trev Brown round the corner. “Hey, Betty! I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute?” He then seems to spot Jughead and, as a second thought, adds, “Oh, hi, Jughead.”

    I take a look down at Jug only to see him staring down at his shoes. He only spares a second to half-heartedly wave at Trev before he storms out of the room.

“Is he okay? Did I interrupt something?”

     I look after Jughead for a moment, still reeling from our… whatever it was, before I respond. “What? Oh, no. No. I think he’ll be fine. Anyway, what did you need?”

     “Well, I was hoping I could ask you on a date, actually. Just you and me, maybe a movie, a round of milkshakes at Pop’s…”

    For the second time in an hour, I feel the wind knocked out of me in shock. He’s asking me out? Me? We have known each other since pre-school and not once have I ever had an suspicion that he liked me as friends, much less romantically. We’ve talked in passing during student council functions, but never more than a few words here or there. I would’ve never guessed…

    However, it seems that my mouth can process the information faster than my head can, because I hear myself say, “Sure.”

“Cool! Yeah!” He answers, his timid smile growing to a full-blown grin.

     I hear him ramble on about times he is free and “I’ll text you later”, yet all I can think about Is what Jughead will think.

     I am at cheer practice hours later when Cheryl announces that we will be here much longer than she originally thought.

     “You bitches are a lot less capable than I gave you credit for. My mistake. Take a five minute break while I call Toni to tell her I have cancel our date because some people don’t understand their front handsprings from their hurkies!”

     I collapse onto the ground, my muscles exhausted from basing far too many stunts than I ever want to. “V, can you pass me my phone in the front packet of my bag? I have to tell my mom I won’t be home in time to make the cupcakes for her book club tonight.”

“Sure, B. Oh you have a—“

     I look up at her pause and see her staring intently at my phone, a look of shock or horror on her face. Which one, I’m not so sure.

      “Elizabeth I-don’t-know-your-middle-name Cooper, what is this text from a Mr. Trev Brown?” She begins to read the message in a voice that is supposed to be male, but sounds more Terminator than Trev. “Hey, Betty! Just wanted to know if next Friday at six is okay for our date? Blushy smiley face! Betty! Why is this gentleman inquiring of your plans on Friday night and sending you flushing emoticons? What are you not telling me!”

      She plops down on the floor next to me. I make to grab my phone but she moves it out of my reach before I can grab it and raises her eye brows at me.

      “Its nothing, I promise. I was in the Blue and Gold office this morning when he came in and asked me out.”

      “Oh my God! B! I didn’t even know you liked him. Good for you! I told you things would look up soon.” She pulls me up by my shoulders and gives me a big hug.

     Cheryl’s commanding voice booms across the gym. “ENOUGH AFFECTION! The only times you ladies are allowed to look happy is when you are smiling through the intense pain and adrenaline coursing through your veins in the midst of the mind-blowing routine. Which is anything but mind-blowing right now! Back to work!”

      Veronica helps me stand up and says, “We are not done talking about this, Ms. Cooper! I am calling Kevin and talking this out before we meet the guys at Pop’s tonight!”

     In my bedroom, I sit at my vanity while Veronica does my makeup and Kevin looks through my closet to find an outfit for my date.

     “Kev, I love and appreciate you for doing this, but my date is still a week away! That is plenty of time!”

      “Oh, my dear, sweet Betty. This is not just any date. This is your first date. Why are you acting so blasé about this?” He kneels in front of me and V halts her war on my eyebrows.

     I take a deep breath before thinking about it. Because he is right. I should probably be more excited about this. But something is keeping me from celebrating this thing that, just a few days ago, I was longing for.

But I don’t answer.

      “Betty, if you aren’t really into him, maybe it’s not the best idea for you to go out on your first date with him? There is still time to back out, no shame,” Veronica hedges.

      “I don’t want to cancel it. I had to have said yes for a reason. Whats the harm in one date, right?”

Then it hits me.

The letters. The flower.

I want him.

     I want the guy who has been sweeping me off my feet. I want the one who writes me the sweet nothings and makes even my extra-curricular hell sound romantic. What if that guy is Trev? What if he has been writing the letters and has changed his mind about his anonymity? And this date is his way of telling me?

This date suddenly just got more interesting.

     I must remain silent for too long because Kevin and Veronica have changed the subject to their own love lives.

“So I bought Archie’s anniversary gift yesterday and, I have to say, it is perfect!”

My curiosity piqued, I ask, “What did you decide to get him?”

     She reaches into her purse and pulls out what looks like a ring box. When she opens the box, I see two small guitar pick-shaped silver pieces, each engraved with an “A”. “I was talking to his dad a couple weeks ago and he was saying that they have a wedding to go to soon, some friend of the family, and I asked if Archie had a pair of cufflinks. He said no, so I called a friend of Daddy’s to have these custom-made! Aren’t they the cutest?”

     “Veronica, he will adore them! They are perfect!” Exclaims Kevin, stealing the box so he can examine them a little more closely.

Wait, his dad? “I thought you asked for Jughead’s help with the gift?”

      “Jughead,” she scoffs “why would I need Jughead’s help? That boy is as inept with gift-giving as he is with his own damn emotions!” Kevin nods along in agreement.

      “But he said that he was talking to you the other day because he needed your help with Archie’s gift?”

     She seems to think for a moment before it dawns on her and she hurries to come up with an answer. “Oh, yeah, that. Right! I needed him to hide the gift somewhere Archie wouldn’t find it, but then I realized I could just put it in my purse.” She turns and nervously digs through her bag.

      Its clear that this is not even close to the truth, but I know better than to try and get a secret out of Veronica Lodge. Its like her mind has a high-security vault that has a code only a select few know.

Instead, we leave for Pop’s.

      When we walk into the diner, I look around and see Archie and Jughead in our signature booth. It is clear they are in mid-conversation, Archie laughing and Jughead…is he blushing? God only knows what that is about. I start to head over, but Pop calls me over to his position behind the register.

    “I’ll meet you guys at the table, just give me a minute. Make sure Juggie doesn’t drink my shake before I get there!”

     Before I can ask, Pop hands me a letter. It is just like the others. A plain white envelope with To my Beloved on the front.

     He seems to read my mind because I can’t even get the question out before he says, “I don’t know who its from. The fella was long gone before I got back from the kitchen. It was just this and a post-it note that told me to give it to you.”

     I rip it open, starving for the next installment in this saga.

_______________________

To my Juliet,

    You are so much more powerful than any celestial body.

  I like to think I have at least a basic understanding of astronomy. I know how a star is born, and how it dies. I know that the sun will some day consume the Earth in a fiery inferno like no life has ever seen. I know that we all orbit that very sun.


But I have a new theory, something much more profound and ground breaking than Galileo or Newton.

I orbit you.

You have a gravitational pull that is so effortless, yet so strong, that I am powerless to resist it.

I am helpless, and I am not so sure that I want to be helped.

With each passing moment, I feel my body falling out of my own control and taking the path that you have determined for it, whether you are aware of it or not.

I cannot stop loving you, Betty Cooper, and I am not sure that I want to.

Always and forever yours, Your Romeo.

So chapter three is up! I was on vacation the past few days and I literally started writing this chapter on one of those free note pads that the hotels give you. >_<. I hope you guys like it. What could possibly be next for these two? You know what they say, one step forward, two steps back...

Thank you for all of your positivity!I hope this one lives up to the last two. Please, let me know if you like it and what you may want to see next!

Okay so I just thought of something. Can you do one where Kid is an high school or college student (and Law is a teacher) and they have a secret relationship. One day Kid make Law wear a vibrator in his ass (and he can switch up and down), rope bondage and nipple clamps under his clothes during class. And when he see Law he says everything he s going to do to him after. Kid says that he loves him and that s why he want to see everything of him (or something ;)) Please ? Only if you want :)

Of course I want to! Thank you for your beautiful, sexy, dirty ideas! That’s great fun for me to write… >:D

Kid x Law - Fanfiction - Teacher, Student And Dirty Pleasure

Kid was in highschool in his senior year.Thiswas always the year when a lot of things happened. Itwas only a few months before he left his parents and moved to college. Healready had a college place through a sports scholarship and also a room wherehe could live.Thehigh school exams were on and students were in great excitement. Thefirst couple planned their big wedding after school. Someother students did not even think about move out before the next years.Actually,one would think that there were enough things that Kid should be thinking aboutin his old age. But he did not thinkabout any of these things. Instead,he spent most of his time thinking about his biology teacher. Andfor a completely different reason, like the other students.Kidgrinned from ear to ear as he rocked casually in the chair. He looked at Dr. Trafalgarat the front of the blackboard recording something. Biologywas the only subject in which the redhead absolutely could not listen. No,what distracted him was this wonderful, fantastic ass from his teacher.Dr. Trafalgar looked really good. A damn sexy man, with slightly darkskin and thick black hair. From the age of just ending 20. He was trained andhad a wonderful aura that you could not take his eyes off. And when he moved,you could see the flash of many tattoos under the reputable clothing.Yes, his biology teacher was a crush on high school girls and still popularamong male students because he was so damn cool.But nobody knew Dr. Trafalgar as well as Kid knew him. They had been running asecret relationship for several months now. A relationship in which Kid was thedominant part, even though he was younger than Law and his student. But in thispoint, his teacher was happy to be taught by Kid.Today was a very special lesson.Kid was the only one who knew that a noiseless vibrator was deep in Law’s ass.And he was the only one who had the remote control.The redhead noticed Law looked at him nervous and excited again and again. Theyhad agreed that Kid would not press the remote until the break, but they bothknew the redhead would not stick to it.Kid had stayed at Law’s last night. And even before Law woke up, he had begunto push the vibrator into him, whereupon the black-haired had woken up with amoan. But that was not the only thing Kid had given the black-haired thatmorning.Law wore loose clothes today. Usuallyhis teacher always wore tight, white shirts that emphasized his trained upperbody. But todayLaw could not carry that. Becausethis still had the nipple clamps that Kid had left there in the morning. Andwhen Law wore his wrist to write something, you could see the red abrasionsthat the rope had cut into Law’s skin yesterday. Oh yes,they had had a truly wild night.Kid loved it. Heloved that a man, who was so much older and in a position so much higher thanhim, have such sex with him. Heloved being dominant, and he loved the way Law did it. To put it simply, he loved law.Notonly their perverse sex, but also Law in himself. He loved how smart,beautiful and funny Law was. Heloved how they could talk for hours and Law always understood him. Hedid not have all the relationship problems that others had in his age. Justbecause Law was so much more mature than a boy, or a girl his age could be.How to move on with them when Kid went to college, none of them wantedto think. They lived for the moment. For today.And today, right now and here, Kid realized that the end of the lesson wereonly 10 minutes away. Now he had let Law wait long enough.Kid operated the remote and turned on the vibrator.Lawwas reading something from the book, which she should write down and when thevibrator started, Law’s voice suddenly became an octave higher and he winced.Thewhole class looked completely irritated to the black-haired. Kidwas the only one who giggled as he looked at Law with a vicious glint and alustful smile on his face.Lawjust looked at him in horror, with a pleading look that he was only supposed toturn it off. ButKid shook his head imperceptibly while the black-haired man cleared his throat.“Youcan read the rest yourself, my throat hurts.”Theredhead wanted to laugh out loud, but he bit his lip. Hewatched as Law sat down on the chair and switched the vibrator one step higher.Histeacher promptly blushed and bit his lip hard to keep from moaning loudly. ButKid saw the lust return to Law’s eyes and felt himself getting an erection. Law looked so hot when he gothorny. He wanted totouch him so much…!Law shifted in the chair and his eyes fell on Kid. Theysaw each other in the eyes and the redhead felt that crackling between themcould be heard across the classroom.Law’s eyes werefilled with lust. He wantedmore and at the same time, he wanted Kid touched him. And no… Kid just wanted to fuck him really hard. Howhard his nipples had to be in the nipple clamp… How much would Kid pull on itwith his teeth.The redhead shook hishead. Only five minutes left. …he switched the vibratoreven higher. Law jumped up fromthe chair. So fast,that some of the looked irritated again.“Well,you may go earlier. I still have something to discuss with some students overthe next few days. Asa homework you read the chapter until the next lesson. Eustass, you stay longer today. Wehave something to discuss for your exam submission note. ”Kid was a good actor. Hegrimaced and was so annoyed that several other students patted his shoulders asthey left the classroom. Ofcourse, they thought Kid had a serious, shattering conversation now. No one knew what would come next.When the other students disappeared they were still waiting. Likepetrified, but grinning over both ears, they sat there. And when another minutehad passed, Law got wordless up and locked the door. And then he groaned. Hegroaned without restraint and Kid saw how hard Law’s erection was.Oh yes, he really loved that man!The redhead got up and before he could turn to Law, he hugged him from behind.He rubbed his own erection against Law’s buttock and kissed the back of hisneck. Although Law was older, Kid was taller. It also suited them and theirrelationship.The black-haired man rubbed against him and groaned. All the more louder, whenKid switched the vibrator to its highest level with his free hand. He couldfeel the deep vibration in Law.He rubbed against him and turned his head so that they could kiss passionately.Law’s cheeks were as red as if he were nearing his climax.“Oh Kid, why are you doing thisto me? We’ll still fly up… I almost moaned your name when it suddenlyvibrated…”Law’s voice was a hotter whisper. Groaning, he kissed Kids chin and the redheadagain opened relish slowly the buttons on Laws shirt. His fingers moved overthe nipple clamps and he pulled on it. The black-haired almost went to hisknees in pleasure and almost pleadingly rubbed his butt against Kids step.“I do that because I want to see everything about you, Law. I want to seeyou in every situation, I want to get to know you better than any other personever knew you before. I want to know everything. Even how you react when avibrator vibrates in your ass in public.”Panting, Kid spoke his words as he squeezed Law against the wall and opened hispants. He hauled Law’s pants up and looked at the vibrator, which happilypenetrated Law’s hole.God, how horny that made him.“Kid… oh Kid, we should not do this here… if anybody sees us…!”Law hardly got a word out of moaning, but Kid was already pulling down his ownpants.“Oh Law, I love you. I love you so much.”Deeply, Kid moaned his words in Law’s ear and now Law could not protest anymore. He shuddered with pleasure and turned slightly in Kids’ arms.“I love you too… even if you do such a thing…!”And then Kid started shoving his big cock into Law’s ass next to the vibrator.He would broaden Law’s hole as never before! He heard Law suppress ascream with pain as well as lust when Kid pushed mercilessly forward. He knewthat Law loved these games. These dirty, painful games.And Kid loved playing with Law. Even if they could fly up anytime. But thatsomehow made it even hotter. So forbidden.

written by Shadcatmastered

Can you just do all of the questions? If you don’t want to that’s fine ☺️

1: is there a boy/girl in your life?-I’ve got many girls/boys in my life but if you mean romantically then no 
2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?-ya I’ll always crawl back to them
3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”-already answered this one
4: what’s something you really want right now?-physical human contact
5: are you afraid of falling in love?-I think so tbh? Like I’ve only had a hard crush on three people
6: do you like the beach?-ya! It’s neat
7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?-I think so? If I did it was with a friend
8: what’s the background on your cell?-answered already
9: name the last four beds you were sat on?-mine, my other bed, my brothers, our exchange students
10: do you like your phone?-it’s ok. iPhones kinda suck
11: honestly, are things going the way you planned?-hell no, not at all
12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?-probably my ex boss
13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?-Rottweiler 
14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?-definitely emotional 
15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?-art museum by far
16: are you tired?-always
17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact?-a couple months 
18: are they a relative?-no
19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?-hell no
20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?-probably last week
21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?-no, the wedding needs to be planned first
22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again?-hell no
23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?-0
24: is there a certain quote you live by?-answered 
25: what’s on your mind?-my crush, college debt, prom, drumline, wolverine
26: do you have any tattoos?-no but I’ll be getting one in a few months
27: what is your favorite color?-either dark red or mint green
28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips?-fuck if I know
29: who are you texting?-my group chat
30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?-yes
31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?-many times
32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?-I do but I don’t trust them enough so technically no 
33: do you think anyone has feelings for you?-idk I read into things too much so I think someone does but in reality probably not 
34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?-many times 👀👀
35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?-I’d be happy because he finally moved the fuck on
36: were you single on valentines day?-yep
37: are you friends with the last person you kissed?-more acquaintances 
38: what do your friends call you?-Aleewee
39: has anyone upset you in the last week?-many people have 
40: have you ever cried over a text?-definitely 
41: where’s your last bruise located?-my leg
42: what is it from?-slipping and falling on ice
43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?-right now
44: who was the last person you were on the phone with?-stepmom
45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes?-ya, my black vans
46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?-bad hair days don’t exist for me
47: would you ever go bald if it was the style?-I’ve wanted to entirely shave my head for a few years so probably 
48: do you make supper for your family?-nope
49: does your bedroom have a door?-yep
50: top 3 web-pages?-???idk
51: do you know anyone who hates shopping?-yes, one of my close friends 
52: does anything on your body hurt?-my ass and my leg
53: are goodbyes hard for you?-very
54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?-I can guarantee it was coffee 
55: how is your hair?-messy because I’ve been laying down
56: what do you usually do first in the morning?-pet my kitty 
57: do you think two people can last forever?-I hope so but at this point I’m not sure
58: think back to january 2007, were you single?-I hope so, I wasn’t even 10
59: green or purple grapes?-neither 
60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug?-I’m not sure 
61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now?-hell👏yes👏
62: when will be the next time you text someone?Probably in like 10 minutes 
63: where will you be 5 hours from now?-sleeping in bed
64: what were you doing at 8 this morning.-going to class
65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked?-my ex, or at least I thought I liked him. I was wrong
66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?-yes! All my friends 
67: did you kiss or hug anyone today?-I hugged my dad
68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night?-probably had to do with quicksilver or Loki tbh
69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?-many times
70: how many windows are open on your computer?-2
71: how many fingers do you have?-10
72: what is your ringtone?-some stupid IPhone jingle
73: how old will you be in 5 months?-18
74: where is your mum right now?-at home 
75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?-we moved on from each other 
76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?-probably 
77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?-yes! 
78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?-I don’t think I had one
79: is there anyone you know with the name mike?-one of my family members 
80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?-yes, once in a friends 
81: how many people have you liked in the past three months?-2, I moved on from one because I realized he was a trash person and now I like someone who isn’t a trash person 
82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?-no
83: will you talk to the person you like tonight?-sadly no
84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?-My close friends 
85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?-yes, I can’t stand drugs
86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?-my family member yelled “hey it’s me!” When captain America came on the screen
87: who was your last received call from?-exchange student 
88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?-I’d feel terrible but yes, I need to pay for college somehow 
89: what is something you wish you had more of?-time
90: have you ever trusted someone too much?-yes
91: do you sleep with your window open?-no
92: do you get along with girls?-yes
93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?-definitely 
94: does sex mean love?-to me, yes it does. Or at least heavily like
95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?-na were p cool with each there 
96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?-nope 
97: did you sleep alone this week?-yep
98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?-yes
99: do you believe in love at first sight?-I’m not sure tbh, sometimes yes sometimes no
100: who was the last person that you pinky promise?-exchange student

G I A N T . C H A R A C T E R . S U R V E Y

[ tagged by ]: @eloquated [ tagging ]: @eyerevived @dcmonblooded @remembcr and everyone else who wants to

G E N E R A L

[ name ]: Raphael Ortiz Santiago [ nicknames ]: Rafa (only by certain people he’s close to) [ birthday ]: June 19 [ birthplace ]: Zacatecas, Mexico [ age ]: 84 (looks like 19) [ eye color ]: Dark brown, almost black [ height ]: 1.75m / 5′7 feet [ weight ]: Fairly muscled [ nationality ]: Mexican [ astrological sign ]: Gemini [ location ]: Hotel Dumort [ siblings ]: four brothers and one sister, all deceased [ pets ]: None [ in the morning i’m ]: Sleeping [ all i need is ]: the Clan [ love is ]: Apparently, a good thing [ i’m afraid of ]: Loved ones dying [ i dream about ]: Not much, unless nightmares are counted too

H A V E . Y O U . E V E R ?

[ pictured your crush naked? ]: No? [ used someone? ]: Yes [ been used? ]: Yes [ been cheated on? ]: No [ considered cheating? ]: No [ been kissed? ]: Yes [ done something you regret? ]: Of course

F A V O R I T E

[ food? ]: Can’t eat anything anymore, so does it matter? [ fruit? ]: It used to be cherries [ candy? ]: I don’t have one [ color? ]: Red  [ number? ]: 3 [ animal? ]: Cats [ drink? ]: Blood, obviously [ soda? ]: I preferred coca cola [ book? ]: Macbeth or Julius Caesar [ room? ]: Bedroom [ movie? ]: I don’t have a favorite

D O . Y O U ?

[ have a boyfriend/girlfriend? ]: No [ like cleaning? ]: No [ have a tattoo? ]: No, though I admit they can be nice [ have any piercings? ]: No [ cheat on tests/homework? ]: I don’t remember, probably not [ drink/smoke? ]: Sometimes, with Magnus or Lily [ swear a lot? ]: Probably more than I should [ like watching sunrises or sunset? ]: I wish I could [ pray? ]: Of course  [ go to church? ]: Not anymore, although I used to go every week [ have secrets? ]: Naturally [ have a best friend? ]: Lily and Eliot (and Jack @eyerevived ) [ like your own handwriting? ]: Sure

A R E . Y O U ?

[ obsessive? ]: About certain subjects, I suppose [ excited? ]: Not particularly [ bored? ]: At the moment, yes [ happy? ]: Not really [ missing someone? ]: Yes [ confused? ]: No [ tired? ]: No [ mad? ]: At certain people, yes [ sleepy? ]: No

D O . Y O U . E V E R ?

[ wait around just to talk to someone? ]: Sure [ write about those ‘special’ moments? ]: No, I don’t need a diary to remember [ wish you were a member of the opposite sex? ]: No

W H O . W A S . T H E . L A S T . P E R S O N . W H O ?

[ you talked to? ]: Lily and Eliot [ you hugged? ]: Magnus [ you kissed? ]: That’s unimportant [ sent you a letter? ]: The Los Angeles clan leader [ you sent a letter to? ]: The Los Angeles clan leader, in return [ you laughed with? ]: Eliot [ slept in your bed? ]: Myself [ you shared a drink with? ]: Lily or Eliot   [ you went to the movies with? ]: A group of the Clan, a few years ago [ yelled at you? ]: Camille [ you called? ]: Magnus [ you kicked? ]: A Shadowhunter [ you saw? ]: Lily

W H O . I S ?

[ the most handsome person you know? ]: Objectively, probably Magnus? Although, Isabelle Lightwood is also beautiful. [ the weirdest person you know? ]: Simon Lewis, without a doubt the most confusing person I currently know [ the funniest person you know? ]: Eliot [ the loudest person you know? ]: Loud in volume is Lily, loud in character is Magnus   [ the quietest person you know? ]: Aurélie, a clan member [ the sweetest person you know? ]: Johannes, another clan member [ the most serious person you know? ]: Every person from the Clave  [ your best friend? ]: Well, that used to be Ragnor [ the person you hate the most? ]: Valentine Morgenstern [ the person you see most? ]: Lily and Eliot [ your soul-mate? ]: Soul-mates don’t exist.  

W H A T . I S ?

[ the first thing you thought of when you woke up? ]: Everything that needed to be done tonight [ the song that best describes you? ]: I don’t know [ your best feature? ]: Physical or in general? [ your most treasured memory? ]: Any of the ones with my hermanos

I N . T H E . F U T U R E

[ what is the age you hope to get married? ]: I’m not going to be married [ number and names of kids? ]: I won’t have any  [ where do you see yourself at age twenty? ]: I’ve surpassed twenty by a few decennia now  [ describe your dream wedding? ]: I already said I won’t have one, so it doesn’t matter [ when and how do you want to die? ]: Preferably a long time from now and quickly [ what are your career plans? ]: Keep leading the clan [ some place you’d like to visit? ]: I would like to go back to Zacatecas.

L A S T . T I M E

[ last time you went out of state? ]: Clan business a few months ago [ last time you were outside? ]: Yesterday night [ last time you had a snowball fight? ]: Years ago [ last time you were listening to music? ]: A while ago

O T H E R

[ how many people would you say are good friends of yours? ]: Three [ what hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? ]: Emotional. [ have you felt this recently? ]: Yes [ what do you wear to bed? ]: Sweatpants and a t-shirt [ when’s the last time you slept with a stuffed animal? ]: As a child [ have you ever used a ouija board? ]: No [ how many rings before you pick up the phone? ]: As soon as I can find it