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acklest · 5 years

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@1000roughdrafts tagged me! I love these.

Rule: answer 21 questions and tag blogs you’d like to get to know

Nickname: I’m just Amanda, named for the Waylon Jennings song of the same name. I do not like Waylon Jennings.

Sign: Pisces

What I’m Wearing: Maylene and the Sons of Disaster t-shirt, Deadpool pajama pants, and socks with tiny American flags on them.

Dream Job: I have desperately and unwaveringly wanted to be a writer since I was 8 years old and read Madeleine L’Engles’ A Swiftly Tilting Planet.

Favorite Quote: Aut inveniam viam aut faciam (”I shall either find a way or make one”), attributed to Hannibal (the military commander, not the psychopathic serial killer), have it tattooed across my arms. It’s like my little always-visible “you can handle this” thing.

Favorite Food: Meat. Bring me all the red meat you have.

Favorite Movie: L.A. Confidential; The Usual Suspects; Michael Clayton; Galaxy Quest; Man on Fire; The Crow; Fight Club; Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang; Get Carter (the Michael Caine original), I have Tombstone memorized, so that’s a thing.

Favorite Sport: Hockey

Dream Trip: Before I die, I want to see Niki de Saint Phalle’s Tarot Garden in Italy. I also want to see The House on the Rock in Wisconsin and make a whole road trip out of it.

Languages: Seeing as I am: (1) an ex-smoker who always sounds like she has a slight cold (2) a southern mush-mouth, (3) (at the moment) pretty drunk, I assure ya’ll that, at the best of times, I barely speak English.

Favorite Song: I have 25,000 songs in my iTunes library and I love so many of them. I’m going to go by the top 5 “most plays” or I could literally sit here for hours trying to decide. Disposable Heroes - Metallica; How Many More Times - Led Zeppelin; Where the Devil Don’t Stay - Drive-by Truckers; Mind Eraser, No Chaser - Them Crooked Vultures; Sinister Kid - The Black Keys

Favorite Book: I’m counting the entire Lois McMaster Bujold Vorkosigan saga as one book and no one can stop me; ditto Steven Brust’s Vlad Taltos books, American Gods - Neil Gaiman, Good Omens - Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, Snow Crash, Cryptonomicon - Neal Stephenson, Farenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury, Downbelow Station - CJ Cherryh, The Crocodile Bird - Ruth Rendell. Ugh, I’m gonna think of 900 more right after I hit Publish.

What Do I Hate: Oh my god, Tumblr doesn’t have the server space for that particular list. But if I have to pick one, it’s people who feel its their duty to coax introverts into “fun”, to fix them. Introverts don’t go around telling extroverts to read more or be quiet. Leave us alone.

Random Fact: I once dropped acid with four other high school friends out in the middle of a field and I spent my whole “trip” making sure they had blankets and water and making sure bugs weren’t getting on them and I was apparently very orderly and aggressive about it. I was therefore called Mama Buzzkill well into my twenties.

Describe Yourself as Aesthetic Things: Abandoned buildings, radio static, cheap paperbacks, black coffee that is now barely warm and has to be consumed like a shot of whisky or it will be cold and gross, wet piñata full of drug paraphernalia, the exchange of an unmarked brown envelope for a wad of cash... Am I doing this right? It just feels so dramatic. Is “Costo” an aesthetic, because we have to go to Costco tomorrow.

Do I Get Asks: Nah, I have anon disabled, it’s nothing but trouble, and if someone wants to reach out directly, it makes more sense to hit the message button and strike up a conversation that way. Is that “Fan Mail” thing still a thing here? That was hysterical.

Other Blogs: Not really, the multiple blogs thing was a pain in the ass. I don’t have the time or patience.

Hogwarts House: Pottermore placed me in Slytherin years ago.

Patronus: Honey badger

Favorite Characters: Dean Winchester (Supernatural). Let’s just go with him. I can’t think of any other character right now anyway. I am overwhelmed with grief.

Any Updates on a New Fic: I just had to delete chapter 9 of Anything and Everything All at Once because I jacked up my plot line. I’m not going to post more chapters until I have all of the remaining chapters done. I’ve learned my lesson.

#tag games #personal #about me #not spn #I have to go sleep now #longpost

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livinglikearoyal · 6 years

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Spring Day in His Shirt : BTS Scenario Series || Jin

Jin / Yoongi / Hoseok / Namjoon / Jimin / Taehyung / Jungkook

Original Request: “Can you do a reaction where BTS walks into the room and finds you in nothing but your underwear and their shirt as you dance to Spring Day”

Jin- Howdy Partner!

The overwhelming sensation of claustrophobia hits you as soon as you open the door to your flat.

You’ve been away for over a week; Jin has been gone even longer. You instantly regret not taking the time to tidy up before leaving days ago, but you had been so busy it just hadn’t been a priority.

Now it was.

Placing your suitcase on the bed, you quickly unpack before heading to the bathroom. You felt grimy after your travels: greasy hair, puffy face, and that lingering smell from the airplane that you never could pinpoint the source of.

The steam of the shower combine with Jin’s go-to body wash helped ease your tense muscles and make you feel human again. You wrap your damp hair in a towel and walk out of the bathroom to your closet. Jin isn’t supposed to be home yet and you aren’t expecting any guests so you don’t hesitate a moment to walk around without a towel or clothing covering yourself.

When you emerge from the closet, you are wearing your favorite cotton undies. They aren’t anything fancy, but they are definitely comfortable. Choosing to forgo wearing pants or much other clothing, you have thrown Jin’s oversized oatmeal colored hoodie over yourself. It was oversized on him, so it definitely covers you. Your hair is down and you run your fingers through it to eliminate any knots that may have formed while it was wrapped in the towel.

Taking a look around the room, you don’t see too big of a mess. You strip the bed and make your way to the washing machine to start the first of undoubtedly many loads of laundry.

Returning to the main living area, you take a deep breath. It isn’t horrible–not by a long shot– but you definitely feel the need to clean it. Especially considering Jin will be home tomorrow after months away. He shouldn’t have to worry about cleaning what you were responsible for while he was gone.

Supply closet open, music pumping through your earbuds, and you are ready to get to work. Making your way through the flat one room at a time, you give the place its first deep cleaning in months. The living area is the final room you have to tackle.

You have been cleaning for hours, but it doesn’t feel like it because you’ve been jamming out to music. You had switched from earbuds to listening to music through speakers in the living room a while ago. After sweeping the floor to a remix of one of your favorite songs, you silently thank your phone’s shuffle feature for choosing “Spring Day” as your next song selection. Grabbing the window cleaner, you move to remove the streaks and grime that are obscuring your view of the city outside.

You make it through the first verse without dancing too much, but as the chorus sounds throughout the room, you can’t help yourself. You begin mimicking the choreography you have seen so many times in the practice rooms, empty arenas, and from backstage. You know the first counts by heart: reach up then bring your hand down, hands coming from your sides to being crossed in front of you, down, hand in front of you, and then bringing it down in a zigzag with four points while your feet do some crazy footwork.

“Well, that is one way to clean a window.”

You gasp, dropping the rag your were holding and placing both hands on the bottle of window cleaner, poised to attack the intruder with the blue liquid.

“Whoa there, partner!” he says in his most believable (while still horrible) cowboy accent. “Didn’t mean to startle ya!”

Hand on the trigger, you take in your target. Bag by his feet, black jeans looking as though they had been worn for days straight, jean jacket over a character t-shirt, arms up in surrender, and a smirk and cocked eyebrow on his amused face.

“Jinnie!” You jump over the small table in front of the couch and wrap him in a hug so forceful that you can hear the air leave his lungs.

“What are you doing here?” You pull back to look at him. “I didn’t expect you until tomorrow at the earliest! Is everything alright.”

“Well, you see here,” He continues in that terrible accent, “Me and the boys made sure that no one was dilly dallying and we got the heck out of Dodge a day earlier than planned. Some of us were belly-achin’ about getting home so PD didn’t put up a fuss.”

You stare at him, eyebrow raised. “Did Marshall Seokjin watch too much Bonanza and Gunsmoke on the plane?”

He grins, biting his lip. “Jungkook was in charge of what we were watching…he was trying to learn how to sound like them. He thought it’d be funny to surprise ARMY with.”

“So, I shouldn’t be expecting to find a horse outside of our front door or saloon doors in our kitchen anytime soon, right?”

He pulls you closer, “Nah, imagine the mess that would make. The place looks great, babe.”

“Thanks,” you whisper before pecking him on the lips.

His hand comes up under his hoodie and spreads warmth along the small of your back.

“But not as good as you.” He murmurs into your ear before placing kisses all the way from behind your ear to your collarbone and back up to your lips.

You take in a deep breath through your nose, hoping to fall into that comforting aroma that is purely Jin: a woodsy smell with hints of something fruity and uniquely him.

“Ugh,” You push him away with a grimace on your face, “Were you watching the westerns in 4-D or something? You smell like you’ve been working in a field with animals all day.”

He feigns hurt, covering his heart with both hands. His voice raises an octave or two and his face becomes even more animated. “Your words cause more pain than a bullet wound. How can you insult me so?”

“Because it is true.”

He turns his head so his nose is close to his shoulder and takes a whiff of himself.

“Eww, you’re right.”

“Of course, I am.” You say confidently, arms crossed.

“One last kiss before I make my way to the watering hole?”

“I don’t think that is what they called it, Jin.”

He shrugs. “You got the idea though.”

He wraps you in a final hug and moves to kiss you when his nose stops at your hairline.

“My fair lady doesn’t smell much better than I do.” He grins, placing a kiss on your temple. “Join me in my quest for cleanliness?”

“Are you a royal now?”

“I’m your knight in shining armor!” His high-pitched laughter rings throughout your home.

You laugh. “You’re cheesy.”

“And you’re joining me. Come on!” He replies cheerfully, tugging on your hand so you follow him to the bathroom. You both smile and chuckle the entire way, glad to be back together.

A/N: And there we have it…finally! I’m so sorry Jin’s took so long to get up! I hope you all enjoyed this series!

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