#& then she did then she was like ‘can u buy us vodka ? x’ & i was like yea why not then found out they’re 17 ALSKALSKLAKSLAKSLAKSLA still

[bibleofficial]

they didn’t know i was gay but set the pic for the druggie groupchat to a selfie, w me fully limped

[damnedbeauty77]

leon kennedy x fem!reader

!MDNI!

cw: smut, p in v, reader a little traumatised, vanilla and protected, swearing. idk how to do this

summary: reader meets leon, her possible future boss, in a bar with jill and chris.

notes: this is my first time writing smut, did proofread and edit before publishing, if u have any ideas for improvement just dm me x

words: 2.1k

i sit at the bar, leaning over to ask the bartender for a pink gin. what can i say, it looks pretty. my friend went home with some girl already, leaving me with myself at 10.30 at night.

it's fine. it's whatever. i could meet someone. i could have fun.

"hi there."

a guys takes the stool next to me.

i smile. he's cute. he has light, silver-y hair, parted to the side in a messy style. very much, my type.

"hi there." i respond lightly. i might be little drunk.

"i'm leon. what's your name?" he asks, putting an elbow on the bar to tap his fingers on his wood. i have to stop myself from giggling.

"y/n... are you going to buy me a drink?" i twirl my my hair lazily and leon almost copies my movements, brushing his hair back with his left hand. i wonder if he has a bald spot.

"of course. what are you having?"

"well, i'm actually looking to try something new. ive been drinking gin since i was 16. what would you recommend?"

"well, for a pretty girl like you, id have to say a cocktail. vodka, maybe... sex on the beach?"

...

"you work in the bsaa? i literally applied there yesterday!" i laugh. "yeah, well, kind of. i work with them in the dso."

my mouth drops a little in shock. "no way, you're leon kennedy? one of the—"

"founders, yes." leon sighs, laughing. "i really didn't expect all of this to come up when i decided to come talk to you."

i stop and blink a little. i forgot what he was really here for, at least for a moment. "well, shit. sorry. i mean like.. we can still go somewhere, if you want." his eyes widen a little. "no, no i'm sorry. i like talking to you. i was going to ask for your number- my friends are still here." he signals to a table in the corner of the bar. a man and a woman laugh together as they drink.

i smile. "oh, i've been keeping you from them."

"not at all, they told me to talk to you - encouraged me."

"well i hope you don't have a bet going, because i was starting to like you."

leon laughs. "really?"

"don't be smug. do you still want my number?" it feels so normal. "yes."

i wrote it out on a napkin and gave it to him.

"can i meet your friends? that guy is pretty hot." i tease him, making him bit his lower lip. a tinge of jealously emanates off of him. "i thought the girl would be more your type." he replies. i nod. "she is."

i follow leon to the table. he introduces me.

"this is y/n." he says to them. "hi. it's nice to meet you." i reply. "that's chris redfield, and that's jill valentine."

"hi." the girl says to me. oh my god, she is actually really gorgeous. "sit with us." she says, opening the seat next to her as leon takes a seat next to chris. i look at chris. he makes eye contact for a second, then looks away as he drinks his beer.

"i love your jacket." i tell jill. she's wearing black leather, i'm assuming faux based on her haircut.

"thank you, i got it from a thrift store, i think..." she replies. knew it. "i love your top. it's really sexy." she says. i look down. i'm wearing a black mesh top with a black bra underneath. "oh shit. i really forget whenever i wear this shirt.. then wonder why everyone is staring at my tits." i take a drink. i notice jill looking at my tits for a second before clearing her throat. "totally. i see the appeal." she says. then she puts a hand to her head in embarrassment. i laugh. "you're very brave."

"chris, y/n said she was applying to the bsaa." leon changes the subject, turning to me. "he works there right now."

i straighten up my posture, "oh well, i hope you forget everything i do tonight and put in a good word for me."

chris nods. "I'll ask about you." he replies. i feel a bit shouldered. is he emotionally unavailable? is that why i'm so attracted to him?

"what do you do, now?" jill asks me. "i was in the airforce, for just about 4 years." i say. "i've been kind of working a bunch of different jobs, i was in the nypd, until last month."

"airforce. you hear that chris?" jill laughs a little, looking at me. "i was in the airforce as well, when i was younger." chris elaborates. "what base were you?"

"active duty. but honestly, they kind of kept me behind the scenes. i can fly a jet, but i guess i'm just better on a computer."

"see, us girls gotta stay together." jill pushes my shoulder. jesus christ, how many drinks has she had?

"yeah, of course. girl." i smile. "what do you guys do?" leon spluffs. "oh, you know. just bsaa stuff. bioterrorism, security..." he trails off. "what are the two a's again?" he asks chris. he laughs a bit, letting out a little sigh.

...

by around 12am, i start to feel exhausted. we've been talking and drinking for hours, and i just want to... i don't know. go home? but i want to stay with them at the same time...

i check my watch. "it's getting pretty late. i think i might go home." i look at chris for a reaction. he does give me a look of respect, i know when to stop.

"no way, you've drank way too much. i'll call you a cab." leon protests.

"no, no, i only live like a mile from here."

"then i'll walk you home." he insists. i smile. "really? you'd do that?" jill and chris talk in the background. leon smiles in return. "yeah. of course."

i nod.

he walks me out the bar, at one point placing a hand on the small of my waist at one point, making me let go of consciousness.

"you know, i'm staying just down that way." he points with two fingers to a lane next to us. "if you want, you can stay at my place for the night."

my face totally flushes. "um, i wouldn't mind that." not the first time ive fucked someone i met the first night after meeting them. leon's nice though. i think he would call me.

"okay.. good." he says. he turns to me for moment, looking into my eyes. then, kisses me softly. i feel blood rush to my brain in satisfaction and arousal.

"thanks for coming to talk to me tonight. i probably would have left if you didn't." i tell him, putting my arms around his neck as he lets go of my ass... when did he managed to slip his hands there??

he leads me down the streets, his hand around my waist as he flirts shamelessly. then as he's about to open the door to go inside, he stops and looks at me.

"this isn't.. going too fast, or anything, right?"

"i'm fine with it as long as you are. we don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"no, no- i want to. i want to." he almost whines. his tone makes me smile. "good." i repeat him, kissing him again as he fumbles to get the door open.

he tastes like liquor.

i clear my throat, leaning into him. "can i go freshen up?"

he stammers a bit, face red. "yeah, the bathroom is down the hall to the left." he says. i nod, kissing him again before going. i wash under my eyes a bit for makeup, do my business, wash my hands again, then go back out.

leon is on the couch, tv on. he's put on closer. one of my favourites that i mentioned in the bar!

"oh my god, this movie is so sexy." i say, sitting down next to him. "well, i wanted to see what the fuss was about." he says, leaning back and taking a smoke.

"natalie portman, is the fuss." i say, placing my head next to his shoulder on the couch. "wow. you're right. they are all hot." leon laughs a bit, putting a rough hand on my thigh. he draws circles with his thumb over my skin. i look up at him, biting my lip.

i start unbuckling his jeans quickly, kissing him again, this time it looks sloppier, messier. "fuck, y/n." he groans as i palm him through his black calvin kleins. "these are hot.." i comment. "did you know you'd come home with someone to fuck tonight?" i ask innocently. he denies it. "wanted you as soon as i saw you."

i take off the mesh top jill complimented earlier. leon runs his hands all over my hips, waist and plays with the straps on my bra. i take off his shirt before he can do anything with my bra, then strip down my skirt as he pulls down his trousers. he lies sideways on the couch as i crawl over him, kissing his neck, trying to find the spot that makes him moan the most. "do you.. do you have a condom?" leon breathes out.

"yeah, hold on." i say, turning to the side of the couch with my bag leaning on it, opening it rapidly to take out the condom.

i rip it apart, seeing as he's already hard, i put it over his dick without even thinking. it's pretty big. like 7 inches at least. leon fingers me from underneath me, pushing my thong to the side. i moan and kiss his chest, licking a strip from above his dick to before the little line of blond hair at his bellybutton. he loves that, gripping my hair and pulling it up a little. "should i give you head or something, before?" he asks quietly. i shake my head. "i'll be fine. thank you, though." i smile through kisses down his chest, his fingers brushing over my clit. i line myself up as leon takes out his fingers, sinking down on him as i grab onto him shoulders. he sits up a bit, taking my waist with two hands to guide me back and forth on his dick. i roll my hips, kissing him roughly as i run my hands through his hair, combing it through my fingers. his neighbours had to have been hearing us.

leon rubs my clit with one finger as i start lifting myself up and down on him, legs wrapped around him at this point for the best angle. "please, please say my name." he asks quietly. i smile. "what? i can't hear you, baby." i tease him, kissing his ear. he leans his neck back, kissing my lips. "say my name, y/n." he asks again, a bit more commanding this time. and perfectly, he hits my g-spot with a thrust. "leon.. ughh, leon." i moan softly, and he replies by digging his nails into my back. "can i go on top.." he asks a little shy. i nod, letting him push me into my back, landing my head flawlessly onto a loose pillow. he pushes into me again, going significantly faster as he holds up the back of my knees beside his hips.

i see his eyes close for moment, and i feel his dick twitch a little in me. is he about to cum? i can barely read his face.

"fuck, you feel so fucking good." he says. i lean my head back a little, encouraging him to drive as far into me as possible. "oh my god, leon.." i groan, grabbing onto the sofa, scratching the fabric. i moan loud as i cum.

leon quickly follows with a low guttural groan to pair with his stalled thrusts.

i give him a kiss as he pulls out, almost immediately passing out on the couch. he throws the condom in a trash can, collapsing next to me, still naked.

"that was good. you're really good at that." leon says, wiping his forehead a little. i smile, thanking him. "it wasn't your first time, right?" i joke. he laughs, shrugging. "first time having sex with someone i met the same night. also, first time having sex pretty drunk." he confesses, making me laugh a bit. "my apologies if i have trouble remembering this. if i get the job, i mean."

"fuck, i totally forget that you might be working for me in a week... don't mention it to HR, right?" he slides on his boxers again. "so, you're my dirty secret now?" i ask. "if it helps to think of that way, then absolutely." he puts his shirt back on. "you want something else to wear? can't imagine that's comfortable." he points to my tight lace bra and panties.

"if you got a big shirt, i'll take it. want to finish the movie?"

"sure, but you'll have to catch me up." leon smiles coyly.

[deafsignifcantother]

tutoring

♥ summary: you always help eddie with learning asl, but when it comes to your friend asking you to buy from him, his teasing side finally comes out

♥ relationships: eddie munson x deaf feminine reader sfw

♥ word count: 1.3k

♥ details: reader wears makeup, reader wears a hearing aid, reader can drive

♥ warnings: drug stuff

"He's such a loser."

"You don't know that," you whisper.

You friend scoffs. "I do know that, have you seen him?"

"He probably thinks we are the losers."

"So what if he does?" She hesitates, eyeing you for a second. "Why did you bring him up anyway?"

You shrug. You just came back from his place, and now you are staying at your friends as she puts makeup on you, decorating you in her style for a night in Indianapolis. Coming back from his place, however, meant that he is fresh on your mind, and you had accidentally brought him up in conversation. You brush it off by telling her that you saw him at the store and simply remembered his existence. It's not as if the mere sight and thought of him makes you flustered beyond belief.

It was two days later when says to you, "He sells... stuff though, right?"

You know what she's referring to but you pretend not to. "What stuff?"

"Stuff for partying, you know what I mean, dope?"

You stopped pretending and just shrugged. Obviously he does, and you're surprised that she even cares. Indianapolis isn't that dry of a place, so the fact that she's looking for something here in Hawkins is almost an embarrassment. She had always looked down on people who made petty deals like that around here.

"You want to buy... dope... from Eddie Munson?"

"Or," she wipes her nose, "you know, bazookas."

You shake your head, looking off from her and almost facing away. Crack and dope might not be best business trade, and you're not even sure if Ed has that sort of stuff. "Why buy it? You can probably just find some at a rave or something."

"I want to buy it from him. I want... you to buy it from him."

You shake your head once again and finally turn your body away from her. You even turn the hearing aid off, finding no point in pursuing an argument nor giving her the window to try and convince you. Whether she figured out that you were involved with him or not is something you're not eager to find out.

Cruising down the dirt roads, you toyed with the idea of buying it off of him and reselling it to her for a higher price. Then at least you can get something out of the embarrassment. Also, what would he even think about you buying stuff? And if you say it's for your friend, then would he assume (whether true or not) that you talk about him? Nevermind that, Eddie will probably believe whatever you tell him.

U COMING OVER Q GA TO SK

You pull up in front of his trailer and he pops out of the front door before you can even put the car in park. You take the box with your hearing aids and you put it under your front seat. You did not know whether to be enlightened or confused by his bright smile and his childish wave.

Arriving at the beginning of the night, you are surprised to find that the inside has been almost decorated for you. The table has been cleaned and holding a display of some snacks you've shared good opinions on, and also a brand of vodka you've always thought was forbidden to touch.

"I wanted to see you again." He signs as his opener.

"Really?"

He just nods, already pleased with himself that he can understand your signs. He grabs your hands and leads you to sit down. You are distracted enough to even think about asking him about the "stuff".

And so you begin the lesson, him getting the binder from his room and showing you the words he is interested in learning. They're not jokes, you find, and they're conversational. He likes letting you figure out how to translate band names and lyrics into ASL. You always squint at the words and play the interpretations in your head.

The best part about this is that you never told him you have hearing aids. You had just let him sign to you, not using his voice, and you liked his attempts so much that you decided you didn't want to give him the leeway.

He makes you laugh a lot. Whenever you laugh, he looks at you and his smile grows, his smile lines incredibly prominent and his body sparking with interest.

"And," you try to sign without shyness. "I have a question for you."

"For me?"

Whatever with it. "My friend wants me to buy drugs from you... for her."

He tilts his head, retreating a bit. "Your friends talk about me?"

"Irrelevant."

"Should I be embarrassed?" He signs simply. You can't tell if he's taken aback or if his vocabulary just isn't big enough for him to say what he is truly thinking. You smile, shrugging and waiting for him to respond to the first thing you said.

He crosses his legs and gives you a playful smile. "Why do you think I would sell to you?"

You look him up and down. "So you won't?"

The two of you share a look that changes the mood in the air. You don't know if you appreciate the dimples on his cheeks or the shaking of his foot. Still, you return the body language, letting yourself take deep breaths while putting a thumb to your lips. You continue, "would I have to do something for you?"

Internally, his entire body is going haywire. He can hardly keep his act up, nevertheless think of a response in a timely fashion. He shakes his head and waves his hand. "You don't need to do anything. So, it can be your pay."

Which is fair in his mind. You've been teaching him asl for free, plus he'd rather give an eighth than give you actual money.

And you're not even thinking about asking him if he has crack, that's beyond anything you’re willing to dive into, so you'll just tell your friend he said no.

His room is about as cool as you imagined. You had never stepped foot in it before, but this is a perfect environment for him. You get a bit busy with looking around that when you don't immediately look at him, he steps up to you and gets in your personal bubble.

"Focus, this is special business." His serious face turns into a smile before he sits down and dramatically reveals his stash. "Beautiful, right?"

"Sure."

He stops and looks at you, seeing how close you sat to him. You don't even seem to have noticed that your body heat was profoundly affecting his shoulder and bicep.

"Whatever amount, I'll tell her it's all you have."

He doesn't lift his hands to respond, so you look at him. He is staring at you with such admiration that it feels like an electric shock. "Are you alright?" You sign slowly. "You look confused."

"Do I? I don't feel confused."

Your heart starts to race. He doesn't retaliate, instead keeping his eyes on you, waiting for you to return the flirty energy from before.

Too real, you think, too too real. You're in his bedroom now, in his space: the bedroom.

Instead of being scared, you have a surge of boldness, and you take his face with both of your hands, holding your forehead against his. He's the one that closes the space and kisses you. He pushes his face against yours before swinging your legs over his lap.

⭐️

When you throw the sandwich bag on your friends dresser, she gives you a wonky smile. "You're missing something."

The static from your hearing aid starts to annoy you. "He didn't have any."

"What else did he have?"

"I don't know, I didn't ask." You cross your legs when you sit down. You try to avoid her gaze. The thought of him makes you want to sink into the floor and land directly on his bed.

She smiles, wiggling her shoulders before placing the bag under a pile of her underwear. "I don't get you," she says while shaking her head. "But I like what you get out of it, so I won't say anything."

[fuwushiguro]

She Likes My Ideas, She Says I'm Thoughtful

part one | masterlist | part three

Yuuji Itadori x f!reader

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: i read this back and i was like damn what is my damage lmao Warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption, drug use (weed), paranoia, cheating mention, self-loathing, unhealthy coping mechanisms, reader gets called a 'bitch', physical altercation, suicide ideation. Words: 3.1k

Synopsis: Emotions aren't an option, but self destructing is. Yuuji Itadori is keeping everything to himself, while you are painting on a smile and pretending you're fine. Nothing is fine. Which one of you will admit it first?

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He knew he couldn’t stop you from buying a bottle of vodka after you revealed what had upset you, so he didn’t deem it necessary to try. He hasn’t seen you like this for years, not since you broke up with Megumi. But even then, at least that ended on good terms. You begged Yuuji, begged him to take you away from it all. You didn’t care where, just away from your apartment and his. If Gojo couldn’t find you at yours, you knew Yuuji’s place would be the next place he’d look. You couldn’t see him. There was no telling what you’d do if you actually had to look at his disgusting cheating face.

You might even do something stupid like forgive him.

The sight of Yuuji’s old, red, banger of a car was the most wonderful sight you’d seen all day. It was paired with the most wonderful sound you heard as he unlocked it for you to get in.

No radio. No music. No talking. Silence.

You didn’t particularly want to talk about what had happened and how you knew of his infidelity, though you were sure it would come up at some point. The silence was welcome, Yuuji could tell that you needed it too. Your face is shimmering under the golden sky. It’s odd, that you can find yourself smiling in a time like this. He was right, yesterday, what he said.

The sky. It really is pretty.

He’s going to crash the damn car if he isn’t careful. His eyes keep drifting into the corners so he can look at you discreetly. Your chest is rising and falling peacefully. Tears have stopped, and he swears he caught a smile.

What is with you? Shouldn’t your heart be breaking like Yuuji’s does every single day?

Yes. But now that you’re parked up by the beach, it all seems so meaningless. You both sit on the hood of his car and melt under the summer sun. It feels like therapy, honestly, for both of you. Being in the sun instead of his grotty apartment is forcing Yuuji to see joy in life for the first time in a while.

“We should do this more, it’s nice.” you announce.

“Yeah, it is,” he hums in agreement. Both of your eyes remain closed while you enjoy the temporary warmth and belonging that the sun offers each of you. His eyes bolt open, though, when a memory slices through him, “oh! I got you something.”

You sit upright and watch him journey back to the passenger side of the car to retrieve his backpack. He joins you on the hood, again, feeling a little bit of performance anxiety as you focus on him rifling through his things. Until finally, he hands you the candy your tongue has been craving all day.

“Ah! My favourites! How did you know?” you grin, opening the packet of red laces to share with him. Before he can answer, you do it for him, “You’re my best friend, that’s why.”

He sighs, allowing the sickly-sweet strawberry to stain his tastebuds. Friends. Best friends. That’s all you’ll ever be. Can he live with that? He has to. You’ll never be more than friends, whether you have a boyfriend or not. That is a title you’ll never bestow upon him.

“Must be that best friend intuition, I guess.”

It hurts him to see you drinking straight vodka from the bottle. He should stop you. You’ve never been a heavy drinker and he knows how much you loathe vodka. It’s like you’re punishing yourself. You’re making yourself pay for not realising you were being betrayed in the worst way possible by somebody you gave your whole heart to.

He remembers the breakup with Megumi like it was yesterday. That ended well, and for that, you were both thankful. And still, you found yourself making out with a bottle of Smirnoff, stealing the entire contents for your desperate lips and broken body.

Yuuji doesn’t even want to imagine how this breakup is going to go down.

“I think we should get some more vodka and drink it at my place,” you propose, waiting for a response from Yuuji, “it’s gonna get dark soon.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he responds quickly, shutting down the idea that you should ruin your liver any further in the name of Satoru Gojo. “I think you need to get it off your chest, what happened, I mean. You normally tell me everything so…”

You were drawn to Gojo because he was a few years older than you. After Megumi, you decided you wouldn’t settle for a man your age anymore. You wanted a mature, older, more experienced man to be your partner through this life. He seemed perfect. In hindsight, he was too perfect. How couldn’t you see that you wouldn’t be enough for a man with a tongue as smooth as Satoru Gojo’s? Someone so beautiful and worldly would never settle down, at least you know the truth now.

It was humiliating, really, how you discovered the truth. He sent a sext to the wrong girl. He didn’t notice immediately, but you were already looking her up on Instagram. After a quick message asking if she knew a Satoru Gojo, you found yourself becoming the fourth member of a group chat of his other girlfriends.

Yuuji swiped away a lonesome tear that trickled from your lash line as you explained the situation. His heart was pounding as you watched him through a watery gaze. The waves crashed in front of you, the only meaningful sound surrounding the two of you. Your eyes matched the way his vibrated, and he couldn’t control how his thumb massaged the plumpness in your cheek. His eyes momentarily settled on your lips before looking at your eyes again. He cleared his throat, backing away completely.

He's making it too damn obvious.

He loves you. He admitted it, and he was right.

It’s beginning to pour.

“C’mon, I’ll take you home.” he insists. He slides down from the hood and helps you do the same. He opens the door for you, like the gentleman he is, and waits for you to fasten your seatbelt before closing the door after you. He sits beside you and starts his car up. But before he begins to drive, he sees you screw the lid off the vodka once more. He snatches it from you, pouring the contents out of the window before handing it back to you.

“You’re better than this, stop it.”

It takes an incredible amount of willpower for him to decline your offer to come inside with you. You’re surprised, even after your guilt tripping. You told him it was the least he could do after wasting your alcohol. He couldn’t. You weren’t the only one punishing yourself tonight. As much as you needed him to support you through your heartache, he needed you just as badly. But after what he did last night, he thinks the distance is a must.

He abandons you. You’re furious with him. He can hear it in the way you slam the door after he begins to walk away. But it means nothing to him. He’s scrolling through his contacts until he settles on an old acquaintance. A real weirdo a few years old than him from his school days.

Aoi Todo.

His fingers move faster than his rationale can control. Four simple words that he had no hope of taking back. He’d already pressed send. He kept reading it over and over and over again. His heart stopped when he saw three little dots appear on the screen below his text message:

Bring me something good.

Yuuji hates the stench that accompanies cigarette smoke. But he wasn’t stupid enough to argue with Todo over it. He hasn’t seen him for years, and he’s as huge as ever. He didn’t think it would be possible for the guy to get any bigger than he was as an eighteen-year-old.

“You look, miserable, honestly.” Todo tells him, “Here.” he speaks as he throws something Yuuji’s way.

He catches it with ease and inspects the label. He scoffs, throwing it back to him. But Todo makes no attempt to catch.

“Tch, the hell is this Todo?” Yuuji asks, raising his voice to match his irritation. “I just wanted something to fucking smoke, I didn’t realise you were a god damn doctor now.” he recognises the name of the tablets he was given as he’s seen them in your bathroom cabinet time and time again. Zoloft. “I’m fine. Don’t fucking come into my house and pretend you know me.”

“No more than two a day, if you change your mind.” he answers simply, having no desire to engage Yuuji in an argument. He sees himself to the front door, turning once more to say his final goodbyes. “Enjoy the weed.”

He will.

He fucking will.

You’re ready to slam the door in his face again when you realise he’s back. As if he thinks he can come and go when he pleases. But you’re stopped as he puts his foot in the door and shows you what he just bought.

Smoking trounces alcohol, every single time.

You’re laying back on the sofa, sickened by the smell but too exhausted to move. The smoke dances beautifully towards the ceiling, but you’re growing increasingly impatient as you feel no effects.

“How are you feeling?” Yuuji asks.

“Fine, totally fine.” you respond.

It’s disappointing, he thinks, that he’s going to be high alone. You must have a higher tolerance than he does. But he looks up at you, tears streaming down your face as you can’t pull your eyes away from the smoke. He wants to ask what’s wrong, until you begin to speak.

Nonsense. Utter nonsense.

Something about how ugly McDonald’s toys are and what your favourite types were as a kid. He startles as you sit upright and begin to giggle and sob all in one horrific blend. You’re panicking and crying about how stoned you are. It’s like it’s the first time for you.

It may as well be, it’s been long enough.

You tell him you can’t feel your legs and you don’t think you can move anymore. He helps you down onto the ground after you insist you’ll feel better when you’re on the floor. Every conversation alternates between laughter and paranoia.

“You’re m-making fun of meeee because I’m being embarrassing!” you yell at him.

“No, I’m not! I’m not—”

“You think I’m a loser because I- I don’t do… do drugs like you!” you continue, his insisting that he’d never make fun of you goes completely over your head. This is the first time in a while that he has smoked, he’d never think you were a loser for something like that. You start to cry again but it soon stops. Rationale enters you just as quickly as it escapes, fleeting thoughts that you aren’t as high as you think you are immediately revert back to sobs that Yuuji is laughing at you and not with you. “I’m fine, actually, this is fine.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“No! You think I’m stupid!”

There is no use in wiping your tears because they instantly replace themselves without your consent. You weren’t in the right frame of mind to be doing this. You knew that and Yuuji definitely should have known. Of course when you’re repressing intense emotions and have literally just broken up with your long term partner you’re bound to be in for a bad trip.

“I l-love you, I—”

“I need to find a new boyfriend. No, wait! I wanna find you a girlfriend first it’s been soooo long, Nobara… It was N-Nobara, right?” you interrupt, as always. He nods, sheepishly. He is somewhat relieved that you didn’t hear the bumbling confession slip passed his loose lips. “I love her, b-but I can’t imagiiine her being a good- a good fuck. She’s stiff and angry. Right?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

He stands to his feet. Slowly walking to find the bathroom. He locks himself inside, panting heavily as he processes the fact that he almost spilled his fucking guts to you again. He thinks he might be rotting inside, keeping it to himself, but he has to. He thinks maybe he’ll have to create some distance as he can’t stop the pour of love his body is forcing from him. He rakes his fingers through his hair and studies his bloodshot eyes. He needs to go. He needs to go now. He does his best to order food on his phone to his apartment before setting off.

There is no reason why, but he finds himself opening the cabinet in your bathroom and peeking at all of the little secrets inside. He knows what he’s looking for, and he spots it almost immediately. What is so fucking bad with your life that you need these stupid, God damn antidepressants? Men falling at your feet, and you get everything you want whenever you want. Now, he thinks, you have a valid reason. You’ll be soon to follow in the spiral he is in when come down from your high and you’re alone with the memory that you’ve been cheated on. That is a reason. But other than that? You don’t need these fucking pills. So, he takes them. He isn’t himself, stuffing them into his coat pocket like a common thief.

He jumps, alarmed, frightened by the sudden knocking on the bathroom door. Useless, cumbersome fists land on the door. They don’t belong to you. Those aren’t your hands or your usual knocks. But you aren’t yourself right now, are you? It’s a certainty he wouldn’t have been so agitated if he wasn’t feeling so guilty. Because he knows stealing your medication is wrong, but he has no intention of righting himself.

He swings open the door with a speed that makes your hair follow the gust as well as the material of your clothes. He stares at you and you’re staring right back. You can’t register his mood, still giggling and laughing incessantly.

“What? What is it?” he asks you, appearing furious as angry eyes bore down at you. You do your best to compose yourself, eyes still leaking as you do your best to speak.

“Did you say you’re a… you’re a fucking… a virgin, yeah? That’s what you said?” you tell him with great difficulty, never ending laughter pouring from your liquored up lips and intoxicated lungs.

“I didn’t say that, you’re putting words in my mouth. What the hell’s wrong with you, huh?” he’s stolen your role of being paranoid, now, unable to bear the reality that the love of his life would mock him over something so personal. “I’m going home, move. Fucking bitch.” he informs you, doing his best to sidestep you. But you don’t move. A terrifying cocktail of laughing hysterics and inconsolable sobs rip through your body. He’s never spoken to you like that before and he’s never called you a bitch before.

“I- I’m sorry Yuuji! I could have sworn I heard you, heard you… say—”

“Well you didn’t hear anything, just shut your fucking mouth.” he warns you. He has run out of patience, grabbing your shoulders to shove you aside. He looks over his shoulder, a small act of concern as he hears a particularly loud bump as your body connects with the wall after he pushed you. But after a small ‘ow’ and the sight of you rubbing the back of your head with a scrunched expression, he deems you fine.

He slams the door, internally begging that you don’t follow.

What is he becoming? It’s the weed, he’s sure. He’d never touch you like that otherwise. He needs to clear his fucking head. He’s warning himself that he better stay the fuck away from you for a long time. He can’t do that again and he can’t go on like this. It’ll be hard. But maybe, just maybe, if he keeps distant, you’ll take the god damn hint.

Hell, maybe you’ll be too scared of him after what he just did to ever want to see him again.

It’s almost methodical, in a way. The way he carefully peels each and every Zoloft pill from the shiny, silvery packaging and places them all in a line on a table. There are less of yours than there are of his. It makes sense, he thinks, since he is still of the mind that you don’t need them. But fuck, neither does he. He’s a little too into a girl who’ll never love him back. That does not warrant the need for antidepressants.

Yours are blue and his are orange.

He’s not sure what it means, but he’s thinking about the sky again. The orange and pink sky that he used to love. The sky that reminded you of him until you conveniently forgot all about him. His eyes are blurry, but his mind is clear, he thinks. He’s realising some things and he isn’t sure he likes it.

He thinks that perhaps he’s hated you all along. Is that… is that true? No, no, he loves you. That is the truth, isn’t it? He loves you so much he thinks he might die. He laughs, manically, as he carries on thinking to himself. He’s understanding, now, he understands. It’s too much. It’s too much love. He loves you so much he is beginning to resent you. That is what this is. He’s loved you too much for too long, and for what? For you to date his best friend for three years and that scumbag Satoru for five. And he is the fucking asshole who is expected to pick up the fucking pieces each time. He wouldn’t make you cry, ever, but he isn’t good enough. All he’s gotten is to jerk himself off while he listens to you get fucked like you’re nothing by a man who thinks you’re less than nothing.

It all needs to stop. The love. The confessions. The guilt. It’s loud and it hurts. He doesn’t think he’s ever been in so much pain. They’re talking to him, the pills. Not really of course. But they’re practically screaming at him. They can make it all stop. Two, that’s what Todo said. Two and it’ll get better. Why are they fucking screaming? Two isn’t enough. He has to take them all. It’s the only way, they’re telling him. The only way to make the pain, the hurt, the rejection, the humiliation stop, is to swallow each and every single one of them. But that’s dangerous, he thinks. Isn’t it? Something bad might happen if he takes too many. But making everything stop forever sounds so perfect.

Heavenly, in fact, like you.

His eyes bulge as he focuses on them all.

They do look pretty tasty.

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[horrorslashergirl]

What if the hacker and his S/o got into a bad argument (kinda like the I hate u fic you did) but he goes to far causing her to lock herself in the bedroom. After he calms down, hours later, and not seeing her at all he goes to check on her only to discover that the door is still locked. Knocking on it she doesnt respond the only thing he receives is a sniffling shaky breath. How would he fix this? (Angst but fluffy ending maybe some makeup loving sex?)

The Hacker x Reader- Into Nightmares

The relationship that you were in was toxic and you know it, still, you agreed to continue this path with your lover, hoping that he will change and be a better man, as much as a sadistic mass murderer could get. At first, you ignored his gruesome hobby that was also where most of the money came from; money that he used to support both of you, buy you gifts, and spoil you.

Dirty money from sick fucks that paid him handsomely to murder people he didn't even know personally and you were an accomplish just by knowing these facts and simply closing your eyes, ignorant as you were.

You tried to change the Hacker and each time the discussion was opened it all went downhill. So many times had you explained to him that with his immaculate abilities in informatical technology he could have any job into this domain.

The answer was always the same; he loved what he was doing, the killing, the chasing, and stalking, invading others' privacy, it was all a game, and your boyfriend got pleasure from doing his job.

Today it was another discussion about this problem and things started to get nasty really quick; you were pretty much exasperated.

"Look...I get the idea that you want to help me, doll....But I don't want help." the Hacker quoted with mocking fingers, sprawled on the couch as you were lecturing him, playing therapist with him was definitely a challenge because he was stubborn as hell.

"You way too good to do such things, Erron. It's not too late to change and lead a normal life. We can have a normal life." you began to ramble, concern, and solemnity in your voice to which the Hacker groaned in annoyance, his grey eyes apathetic looking at you.

"So you're not happy with me as it is? Jeez, [Name]....You can be such a fucking hypocrite sometimes." he said, getting off the couch and walking into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of vodka.

"Listen, Erron...." you began, but were cut off as he turned around and gave you a look of pure disgust.

"No, you listen to me, you fucking bitch." he snarled, your eyes widening at the word he called you, something he never once did. Sure, you argued but calling you derogatory names? No, until now.

"You act like you know everything like you know what's good for me. When you agreed to begin this relationship you also agreed with my business so to speak...and you were pretty pleased with whatever I did for you, so don't act like a fucking hero here." he spoke to you in such a manner, venom lacing on every word, making you feel so small and insignificant.

"You're such a monster." The words escaped your mouth before you could stop them and that's when you hit a nerve because the next thing you found your back slammed against the fridge and a fist hitting the grey inox right next to your head.

His grey eyes, usually full of mischief and adoration were filled with rage and repugnance, his breathing harsh and lips pulled to show pearly whites like he was an animal.

Tears formed into your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks, not able to hold them in.

"Get the fuck out of my sight." he whispered and you quickly moved away from him.

You run out of the kitchen and right into your shared bedroom, locking the door and falling down against it, full-on sobbing at what happened. The look he gave you, maybe that's how he looked at the victims who tried to fight him? You weren't sure.

With slow steps, you walked towards the bed, falling against the soft mattress and hugging his pillow, the scent of his shampoo and aftershave hitting your senses and you began to cry harder.

Outside, the Hacker was laying on the couch, a half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table as he watched tv, trying to distract himself, but the thoughts about you never once left his mind. He hated himself for what he said to you and how he acted, but he was also angry.

You were supposed to support him, be right next to him in whatever he did, but you decided to go against him and he felt betrayed. It was hard to have a relationship with him, but he guessed none was all in for dating a famous murderer, but you agreed, and now you changed your mind?

The rest of the day, you haven't got out of the bedroom, despite how hungry you were, but you didn't want to face Erron, knowing what might happen. A knock on the door pulled you out of your miserable self. On the other side was Erron with a plate of heated up burritos and a soda can. Reluctantly, you opened the door and your eyes landed on the prepared food.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his expression showing how tired and troubled he was, no anger in his face, more like distress.

Deciding that it was better to solve the problem, you opened the door more and allowed him inside, setting the plate of food on the nightstand and you instantly began to devour the food. Erron couldn't help the small smile that formed on his face at the sight; you were adorable even when you were eating like a little piggy.

Finishing the burrito, you took a big gulp of the soda, then looked at Erron a little unsure.

"I-I'm sorry." you whispered, looking down at your lap.

"Don't be." Erron replied, making you glance at him, curious about what he was going to say.

"I know things have been hectic and I cannot blame you for how you reacted. Others would have had it worse." he whispered.

"No. I should have been more supportive, after all, I agreed to everything when we started dating, but..." you quickly said, making Erron look at you curiously, eyebrow raised in question.

"I'm scared." you admitted.

"Scared of what? I'm not going to hurt you if that's what you're afraid of." he assured you, but you shake your head.

"I'm scared of losing you." you said with glassy eyes, feeling like you're going to cry again.

He scooped you into his lap, arms wrapped around your waist and hands rubbing your back in comfort.

"I'm afraid one day you're going to get caught and locked forever.....or worse. You're in so much danger, sometimes coming home with a stab or shot. It makes me scared one day you're not going to get back home." you confessed and he shushed you, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I'm not going to leave you. I promise that." he whispered, laying down on the bed with you in his arms, you silently sobbing until there were no more tears and you fell asleep.

He was watching you, admiring your features, and wondered how lucky he got to call you his, even with your fears; someone who actually cared about his well-being, but as it says....Old habits die hard.

He wasn't going to change, but he was going to be there for you when your fears and nightmares would dominate you.

[dhufearchived]

REPOST DON’T REBLOG.

———  BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME:   eve

PRONOUNS:    she/her

ZODIAC SIGN:     aquarius  baby  its  my  season  right  now

TAKEN OR SINGLE:    all  bi  myself

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

i  dont  like  alcohol  but  i  would  drink  vodka  straight  out  of  the  bottle

i  got  chased  by  three  geese  once  and  im  not  sure  i  recovered

i  hate  paris  <3  

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

oof  okay  so  i  started  on ... skyblogs,  which  was  where  french  ppl  were  at.  then  i  moved  to  facebook,  where  i  stayed  for  a  Long  Time  (im  not  proud  but  i  was  tiny)  i  tried  msn  and  twitter  but  i  didn't  really  like  it.  then  i  found  out  about  french  forums,  where  i  did  most  of  my  rp  career  until  someone  showed  me  tumblr  rp  was  a  thing.  and ?  in  total ?  i  think  i've  been  rping  for  like.  eight  years

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

i...  will  literally  add  any  muse  i'm  feeling.  that's  why  i'm  vibing  with  multi-muse  blogs  because  i  can  just  add  /  put  muses  on  hiatus  whenever  i  feel  like  it.  i  used  to  be  Incapable  of  writing  male  muses,  my  first  one  was  ronan  lynch  and  i  was  Terrified  of  fucking  it  up  but  im  still  writing  him  rn  and  he's  one  of  my  faves.  my  muse  type  is  struggling  lgbtq+,  feral  women  and  alienated  teenage  girls.  (are  they  self-inserts.......  who  knows)  my  favorite  themes  are  anger  and  violence  (as  a  feeling  and  an  impulse),  helplessness  when  confronted  to  society  and  girlhood/womanhood  in  general.  

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF:  i  legit  squeal  when  i  write  fluff.  i  just  can't  handle  it  bc  seeing  your  muses  happy  and  soft  and  intimate  with  each  other  for  no  other  reason  than  they  like  each  other  and  want  to  spend  time  together ...  it  just  hits  different.  however  i'm  pretty  sure  it's  more  interesting  /  has  more  impact  if  there  is  a  story  behind  it  and  it's  not  just.  gratuitous  unplotted  fluff.  if  there  has  been  no  angst  before,  no  fights,  no  nothing,  idk,  it  just  doesnt  have  the  same  effect  

ANGST:  i  love  angst  bc  i  like  writing  about  emotions,  it's  just  a  cool  way  to  approach  a  subject  i  suck  at  understanding  in  real  life  ahsbsj  and  like  happiness  is  pretty  straight - forward,  it's  just.  idk.  i  associate  it  with  light,  it's  everything,  it  doesn't  hurt,  it's  not  heavy  so  you  don't  necessarily  feel  the  weight  of  it  until  it's  gone  ?  but  angst,  you  can't  really.  forget  about  it.  you  think  about  it  all  the  time.  even  when  you're  sad  in  a  im  dissociating  way,  there  is  this.  kind  of  awareness  ??  idk.  i  just  like  to  write  abt  how  people  feel  and  how  those  feelings  translate  into  actual  actions  (or  dont,  in  some  cases)  and  i  think  angst  is  more  easily  conducive  to  that.

SMUT:  i  will  Not  write  smut  under  any  circumstances  bc  i  just.  dont  vibe  with  it.  but  i  also  don't  hate  approaching  the  subject  when  plotting  bc  i  think  it's  also.  an  important  part  of  people’s  life,  whether  they  actually  like  s*x  or  just  suffer  their  way  through  physical  interactions  smh.  so  im  not  going  to  vade  retro  satana  you  if  you  mention  sex  but  fading  to  black  is  all  you're  going  to  get  in  rp

PLOT / MEMES:   ok so.  im  a  sucker  for  thoroughly  plotted  relationships.  plotting  is  why  i  love  rping  sm,  bc  its  not  just  you  w  ur  two  braincells  and  ur  ocs.  i  like  to  know  the  Whole  Storyline,  how  they  got  there,  how  their  relationship  went,  how  it  ended  if  it  did.  and  i  prefer  to  have  someone  help  me  w  doing  that  bc.  idk.  the  feeling  of  being  surprised  when  they  add  a  cool  storyline  ?  when  they  add  small  details ??  good  sht.  also  i  wanna  know  how  our  characters  react  to  mundane  stuff  and  how  they  react  to  heart-wrenching  situations.  and  i  think  that's  ?  what  makes  memes  so  interesting  ?  bc  u  can  just.  write  about  random  situations.  so  i'd  say  i  love  memes  bc  they're  conducive  to  plotting  and.  getting  to  know  more  about  the  relationship  between  two  muses.  However  i  suck  at  writing  them  bc  i  find  it  really  Hard  to  understand  single  sentences  out  of  context.  thats  a  buy-linguini  problem,  its  just  easier  to  understand  dialogue  when  u  have  the  whole  settings  /  gestures  to  help.  but  like,  its  a  minor  issue  and  if  u  send  me  a  meme,  i  Will  love  u  4ever

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[szopenhauer]

What one event, big or small, are you going to tell your grandchildren about? I won’t even have kids...

What is your least favourite thing about your full name? it’s long, it’s polish, it’s feminine, it starts on a letter Z that is rarely used, people don’t know how to write my surname down, it reminds people of a stupid song that I hate etc. 

Do you like sunglasses? it’s complicated Do you think dreams can give us insight to things? sorta, sometimes Besides your computer, what else is cluttering your desk? what isn’t...

What is your favourite glass to drink from? prefer a mug When did your family immigrate to wherever you live now? they were born in Poland where we still live What time is it in the country you get the most of your heratige from? 14.42 Would you rather live in the 1960’s or the 1910’s? 60s  Is the computer your only current light source? window/sun too Do you think you look good with a hat on? I’m ugly no matter what so...

Do you have anyone you fully trust? not fully, not even myself, some I just trust more than others  When did you last talk on the phone with someone? yesterday with M.

Have you ever deleted Facebook friends for a significant other? kinda When did you last receive a hug and who was it from? mom, this day Was the last movie you watched a horror film? noooo Do you own a lot of tee shirts? shitload Do you handle pain well? been told  Have you ever been so nervous you threw up? I never threw up out of stress, I can feel nauseous though Do you enjoy your hairstyle? not really atm but it’s not the worst How much make up do you wear on a daily basis? none, ever Do you have a leather jacket? fake

What is the worst insult someone can call you? I’ve already heard everything I suppose... Do you write on your hands a lot? not anymore Do you think hugs are awkward? often Ever play Angry Birds? flappy bird only How late did you stay up last night? till mornin’ Has anyone ever been weirdly obsessed with you? mhm Are you afraid someone might steal your identity someday? they would have to be really stupid to choose mine tbh Is there a place you’d rather live right now? on my own... Do you go out often? lately Is there anyone who is overly nice to you? my current partner, I don’t deserve her If you’re reading a book, what page are you currently on? I’m not reading anything Do you have a job you like? I don’t have a job How many scarves do you own, if any at all? uh oh :x

What is one way in which this year is different from last year? where should I start... Do you feel like you have too much on your plate and your life is too hard? for me it is too hard Did you do anything you regret within the last 24 hours? probably What is your favorite day to go grocery shopping? I don’t have a favorite day to go but I don’t shop on Sundays and Mondays, Fridays and Saturdays are usually the hardest to get anything  Would you follow God even if it meant losing your home, your source of food, all of your friends, or even your life? jeśli byłabym 100% pewna, że Bóg tego chce i co mam robić Who’s death has affected you the most? my brother’s Have you ever grown sunflowers? they didn’t turn out well Are you scared to stand up to a police officer? no idea What is your doctor’s first name? which one?

Do you hate political posts on facebook? when there’s plenty, especially wrong  How many pictures do you have stored on your computer? omg  Which type of camera do you prefer: digital or Polaroid? hard to tell Have you ever had a camera that took film? we had when I was still a kid Do you ever squirt whip cream onto a plate and then eat it by itself? disgusting Have you ever had a hot flash? common Are you ok? my heart hurts badly Would you rather wear purple glasses or black glasses? black If you’re a girl, do you ever shop in the boys or mens section? absolutely If you’re a guy, do you ever shop in the girls or womens section? I’m a woman What do you think of when you hear the word “Christian”? religious person lmfao How many pullover hoodies do you own? bunch Which do you take more: videos or photos? pics What is the most embarrassing thing you can think of happening? my imagination is vivid What are two names you used to get mixed up when you were younger? for example - Ada and Adrianna What do u think of the quote “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing” I disagree Do you wear earmuffs when it’s cold out? I don’t own any

If you type for awhile, do your fingers start to hurt? on my phone, not computer What do you smell right now? luckily nothing much If you were an instrument, what would you be? smth annoying? Do you hate the usual 100 questions surveys? EX: Eye color boring Does your house have a doorbell? of course Do you know someone who has dropped out of high school? my classmate  If you were to get a pet turtle right now, what would you name it? mine was called Bob and I don’t want a new one  What’s your most hated commercial to watch? most of them are shit What was the last thing you charged? cellphone When you were younger, did you believe you could fly? if I did I would be dead by now (jumping out of window or smth) Favorite farm animal? chicken What’s your favorite name that begins with B? I don’t like polish names starting on B letter If someone payed you $500 would you take a bath in milk? why not Do you enjoy having time to yourself? :3 Can you do a cart wheel? still but crappy Do you like Ed Sheeran? blergh Would you rather become an author or teacher? author How many people are you currently texting? just 1 This time tomorrow, what will you be doing? hopefully spend time with @jonasz-cat Would you rather get money or gift cards for your birthday? money Have you ever been inside a recording studio? I have not Would you rather visit Mars or Neptune? Neptune Does it bother you when people keep talking to you and you want to leave? very Have you ever texted a landline phone by accident? my sister did Do you like quotes about love or life better? love is part of life What color is your garage? not applicable Do you like it when people give you compliments? they’re lying Was your hair straight today? my hair is wavy Do you ever share things on Facebook? quizzes from buzzfeed, music link from yt and selfies Do you pick out your outfits for the next day the night before or the AM? am What color was your swim suit this year? bluish Do ladders scare you? I’m cautious

1 through 10, how would you rate your day? low Any specific reason why? how I feel physically and those mirror demons mostly + some minor things

Salt or pepper? salt If you look to your right & then look down.. What do you see? bag Did you use swear words today? sigh... What did you buy today? food

If you had the choice to meet three famous people, who would you choose? dead or alive? Do you own any animals that aren’t domestic? dog is domestic ;)

Do you think people under fourteen should have sex? hell no How old were you when you had your first alcoholic beverage? 20+ What is something most people think of as lame, but you don’t? my interests? Have you ever feared that you would lose a body part? just my teeth, fingers or eyes Do you like gore? no thx Would you rather receive a kiss on the cheek, or on the forehead? neck :P Have you ever had a friend’s boyfriend/girlfriend flirt with you? someone who seriously tried to become my friend’s bf flirted with me and her sister and that’s one of reasons I say that you can lie with both actions AND words Where is your biological mother at the moment? kitchen Do you enjoy going places with your mother, like running errands? ... Do you have any annoying siblings? she indeed annoys me  How many people are in your immediate family? I count my parents and eventually my sister as immediate family Would you say you have good or bad luck? bad Do you like your laugh? uh... Do you hate it when people ask you how their survey was at the end? because they should do better, be more unique, sorry not sorry What are your plans for the rest of the day? we’ll see

Have you ever unbuttoned your ex’s pants? ... buttons? not zipper?... What does your last text say? it was the link to the article

Do you ever think about the past? I’m nostalgic and an overthinker Is math your favorite part of school? even in middle school when I was getting high grades for math I didn’t like it that much Have you held hands with anyone in the past 24 hours? yesterday  You’ve taken fifteen shots of vodka, what are you doing? exactly, WHAT AM I DOING?! Do you regret any of your relationships? yasss but I guess I learned yadda yadda yadda Whats the last taste in your mouth? stomach acid :(

What are your countries staple dishes? (Italians - pizza, pasta etc) *shrug* What was the last thing you felt disappointed by? my very own self Do you play games on your phone? nothing else but Choices Do you have music on your cellphone? spotify Name three black things that you can see? necklace, cellphone, calculator Do you like your best friends parents? Could you even tell me their names? I liked my elementary school’s bestie’s mom - Mrs. Krysia she was like an aunt to me and still recognizes me on the street, I miss her  Are you more of a mums kid or dads kid? dad’s Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn? Marilyn Monroe forever anything silly that annoys you? (i hate hearing nails being clipped) for example - someone scratching their plate with a fork, jak ktoś sztućcem zgrzebuje resztki jedzenia mam ochotę go zamordować >.<  would you perfer to do the dishes or hang washing? dishes

[imagines-on-people]

I’m not drinking any more, or any less. (Ilya Feddi x reader)

PLOT: Could u write about the reader helping drunk Ilya after a night out with everyone in LA and shes so protective of him and then the next day he confesses his love for her? I just really need more Ilya content I love him so much

WARNINGS: drinking, fluff (at the end)

The story of how you met the Vlog squad was quite different, you had no clue who they were, what they did to be so famous or that they were really good friends with your best friend Suzy. 

You and Suzy were classmates in college, after lessons you always either went for coffee or lunch. However one day she mentioned a group of guys -and girls that she hung out mostly in the evenings. She knew that after your break up with an absolute ass-hole you were in no way, shape or form looking for a boyfriend. So she didn’t push the idea of single men in the group on to you. 

You both just finished your last assignments and were done for the semester, wanting to let loose and celebrate you decided to go out. 

‘‘I’m gonna pick you up at around 9 pm, sounds good?’‘ you asked right as you were about to departure. 

‘‘I can’t wait, oh can a few of my friends come?’‘ she asked, you could see it in her eyes how much she wanted you to say yes. 

‘‘Ugh fine, but this is our night. And you are finally getting laid. This is the night Suzz’‘ you threw your hands in the air as she just laughed with her signature loudness. 

As you arrived home you made yourself a cocktail and started to get ready. After one drink, your mind started wondering of who these people really are, so you googled them. You found their Youtube channels and soon you were in deep. Okay, you said to yourself closing the laptop, only one guy really made your heart skip and your stomach twist and that was Ilya. One guy out of everyone else, what are the odds that he comes? Close to none, he lives in another city and runs a business. Or so you thought. 

You curled your hair, did your makeup and got dressed in a rose-gold sparkling dress. You looked good, you threw your keys, wallet and phone in a small clutch and called an Uber to Suzy’s place. 

Upon arrival you called her and a group of people stormed out of her house. 

‘‘Y/n you look stunning!’‘ she yelled walking faster to you so you guys could hug. 

‘‘So do you, damn that ass Suzy’‘ you spun her around. 

‘‘Okay everyone introduce yourselves, this is the girl I was telling you about’‘ she nudged a guy and you slowly realised who it was and blushed. 

‘‘Hey, I’m David’‘ ah the leader you thought, he was lanky, dressed in black and holding a camera. 

‘‘I’m Dima’‘ one said, again, lanky, dark blonde hair. Is he bestfriends with Ilya?

‘‘Natalie’‘ finally a girl you thought, ‘‘But I’m not coming with’‘ well fuck then. 

‘‘Ilya’‘ the last one said, he was the only one that extended his hand for you to shake. 

‘‘Pleasure’‘ you smiled seductively, while Suzy made wide eyes looking at the both of you. 

Soon enough the Uber arrived and we all got packed in a small car. David in the front, Suzy, Dima, Ilya and you were supposed to fit in the back. 

‘‘You can sit on me, if you want’‘ Ilya said and waited for Dima and Suzy to get in first so you had no other option.

Suzy rolled her eyes at the statement ‘’We were doing shots before’’ she laughed. ‘’He may be already drunk’’

‘‘Okay’‘ you smiled and looked into his eyes. He hesitated, obviously he didn’t expect your agreement with this. 

‘‘Uh-okay’‘ he stuttered and sat in the car closing his knees together for you to sit on. 

‘‘Hope your leg doesn’t fall asleep’‘ you giggled as you made yourself comfortable, that drink at home definitely made you more confident. 

‘‘Don’t worry, something else will wake up’‘ Dima said and they all laughed. Ilya then tried to punch him, but Suzy was in the way. 

You were talking all the way to the club, they were either asking you questions or making fools of themselves for David’s camera. 

Somehow they knew David at the club so you didn’t have to buy a ticket, and you got a VIP area to sit in. A bottle of vodka and a few Redbull’s were already waiting for you at the table. 

As soon as the guys saw that they started drinking, well mostly Dima and Ilya. Damn, who knew that they had such a high tolerance? Practise probably. 

You haven’t gotten drunk in a few months and you were not about to make a fool of yourself in front of new people. You finally saw Suzy’s type of guy in the crowd and damn he was checking her out. You touched her elbow as she spoke to David and made her aware of the guy.

‘‘He is hot’‘ she screamed in my ear, since the music was blasting. 

‘‘Go talk to him, you gorgeous bitch’‘ you always praised her no matter what, in your eyes she was gorgeous, but sometime she felt a bit insecure. Suzy finally summed up some courage and went after him, you then saw them going to the bar and he bought her a drink. 

David then followed Dima that started dancing on some stripper poles and you were left with Ilya, all alone. 

You couldn’t keep a straight face, he was wasted out of his mind. He sat closer to you and put his hand on your cheek. 

‘‘You are gorgeous’‘ he said moving his hand closer to your lips. You wanted to see where this will go. ‘’Are you single?’’ he slurred and moved to sit even closer to you, your thighs were now touching him. 

‘‘I am’‘ you smiled. 

He kept looking from your eyes, to your lips, tried moving a bit down to your cleavage, but ultimately moved back up. 

‘‘I really want to kiss you right now’‘ he started moving closer. 

‘‘What is stopping you?’‘ you closed your eyes and when nothing came, you opened them to see his face red and gagging. 

He ran outside and you ran after him. As soon as he ran to some dumpsters he threw up. So that’s why. 

‘‘Fuck, I’m sorry’‘ he straightened himself out and his voice cracked. We wanted to return back inside, but due to Ilyas state they wouldn’t let us in. 

‘‘Come on, I called an Uber’‘ you said and he put an arm around your shoulders for support. 

‘‘I have keys to David’s place’‘ he said to your ear, making you smell his not so good breath right now. ‘‘You can go outside if you want to’‘ 

‘‘I won’t leave you’‘ you answered as he awe’d. 

‘‘I hadn’t dan a girlfriend in a while, but I feel like you’re the one’‘ 

Your answer was interrupted by the arrival of the Uber. Ilya somehow slurred the address of David’s place in the mean time you texted Suzy what just happened, so she wouldn't be worried. Sometime in the ride Ilya’s head rested on your shoulder, you didn’t know why, but you just felt comfort. 

You took the keys from his pocket that were awfully close to something else... 

‘‘Uh eager already’‘ he laughed. still leaning against you, your bodies were in contact all the way from he club. 

You walked him inside and he threw himself on the couch. He dozed off immediately, but you stayed with him until David, Suzy and Dima came back, just so he wouldn’t choke on his vomit. 

After that you couldn’t even remember how you got home, you were so tired. 

In the morning a random number texted you. 

‘Hey beautiful. I was an idiot last night and made the worst impression of myself, please let me make it up to you? Dinner tonight. -Ilya’

Hmmm should I go? You thought to youself...

OK GUYS, DO YOU WANT A PART 2? Don’t kill me, I am planning the confession in the Part 2. 

ASK&REQUEST

[myriadimagines]

Complexity of Humanity

Lucifer One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Lucifer Morningstar

Other Characters: Linda Martin, Mazikeen, Chloe Decker, Ella Lopez, Daniel Espinoza

Warnings: mentions of violence, 

Request: @melody-of-scream

“A disgruntled but painfully good-looking reader on Linda’s sofa complaining that this has never happened before, they are a demon for hell’s sake, their name even means worthless, they are not used to be valued that much! Explanation: They are a high-ranking demon but are accursed. The curse affects their looks depending on how much the reader is valued by others either as a person or if they don’t know the reader, then as a “human being” in general. Not many people do this in the city, so they arrived in the form of a beggar at Lucifer’s place. He recognises the reader though and greet them as an old friend. Maze is wary though. So even the company of Lucifer himself has a limited effect but it’s something. Lucifer get’s a call from Chloe and the reader tags along to keep at least a decent appearance for a while and out of curiosity… now what happened? They met Ella at the crime scene.” 

Word Count: 2,233

A/N: first lucifer request/one shot ever!!! i hope u like it andrea and i hope it encompasses everything you requested 💚 also reminder to everyone else that one shots are still closed, this is just part of my giveaway prizes!!

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Your name: submit What is this?

“So, let me get this straight.” Linda’s eyes narrowed as she tapped her pen on the edge of her notebook. You turned around, momentarily pausing from your frustrated pacing around the office, and raised your eyebrows at Linda, waiting for her to elaborate. “You’re a demon. Like… like Maze.”

“Yes, like Maze.” you grumbled, throwing your hands in the air. Back in Hell, you and Mazikeen would always be competing with one another to rise through the ranks, and when she went with Lucifer to Earth, you were relieved that she was gone. Evidently, your relief was short lived, as you ended up getting sent to Earth too, where you were forced to reunite with your rival. Pointing the knife you were fiddling with at Linda, you clarified, “But I’m better than her.”

“Okay, let’s focus.” Linda waved her hand, gesturing for you to sit, which you begrudgingly obliged to do. Linda could tell there were bitter feelings between you and Mazikeen, yet she didn’t want to dive into whatever issues you had with her -- not for now, at least. “What exactly did you say the problem was?”

“The problem?” you spluttered, angered that Linda couldn’t see what you thought was obviously the problem. Gesturing to yourself, you replied, “The problem is this!”

“This?” Linda repeated after you, still confused.

“Oh, come on!” you exclaimed, stabbing the knife into the coffee table. “Lucifer said you were supposed to help me!”

“Yes, well, Lucifer often overestimates me.” Linda sighed, taking off her glasses and wiping them on the edge of her shirt. “I’m a therapist for people, not… the Devil and demons and angels and the lot.”

Slipping her glasses back on, Linda leaned forward in her seat and wrestled the knife out of the table. Putting it aside, she said “Now, communication is key here, okay? I need you to tell me things explicitly, and not assume I understand everything, otherwise we’re going to have problems.”

“Fine.” you huffed. “Is this really how you people solve your problems? Seems time consuming, if you ask me.”

“Well, what would you recommend?” Linda asked, and you pressed your lips together, thinking.

“You know, I’m not actually sure.” you tilted your head. “My job is to torture people, not make them feel better.”

“Right.” Linda nodded, taking a deep breath. She still couldn’t believe what was happening. She thought it was ridiculous when Lucifer came into her office for the first time, claiming he was the Devil. Now, she realised how true it was, and that the Devil wasn’t the only celestial being on Earth.

“The problem is,” you said, more slowly this time. “Is that people just keep giving me attention.”

“What?” Linda spluttered in disbelief. “Well, I mean you are very, very attractive, so I’m not surprised.”

“That’s just the thing.” you suddenly leaned forward, your faces inches away from Linda’s. “This whole thing? The whole… appearance thing? It’s a curse.”

“Okay,” Linda laughed uneasily. “I know being super attractive can have its… downsides… but a curse?”

“You don’t get it, Linda. This isn’t has things used to be. Everyone is acting so strange, and I just don’t understand.” you buried your face in your hands. Lowering your voice, you added, “People actually trust me. They actually… care about and value me! I’m a demon -- they should fear me!”

“Okay, you have completely lost me.” Linda blinked a few times, shaking her head. “Let’s just rewind back and start from the beginning.”

--

“Hey, get off the road!”

You whipped around, glaring at the man sitting in the strange machine. You marched over to him, yanking him out of the window and pressed one of your blades against his throat as you growled, “What did you just say to me?”

“Jesus!” the man exclaimed, the hostility in his voice replaced with fear. “I-I didn’t mean it! Just... just let me go-”

You had already let go, causing him to fall out of his car and onto the road, as you stared at your hands. Your usual blackened, sinewy skin was replaced with normal human flesh. In shock, you looked down at the small mirror on the side of the car. Breaking it off it’s stand, you held it up to your face and gasped in horror when you realised you were in a human body. Your hair looked somewhat tangled and you were donned in loose fitting, dark clothes.

Tilting your head up to the sky, you yelled, “Do you think this is funny? What kind of sick joke is this?”

“What the hell?” you heard someone murmur, and you turned around to realise a group of humans had gathered on the street, staring at you with judgemental and unforgiving eyes. They began to murmur amongst themselves, sneering at you. You lunged to attack them, when you caught sight of your reflection in the car window. Your appearance had changed again -- your hair looked greasy and matted, your clothes were tattered, and you had dark circles under your eyes.

Stomping over to the crowd, you flashed your knife as you demanded, “What’s happening to me?”

The people seemed to scatter upon seeing the knife, and you frowned as everyone nearby avoided eye contact with you. No matter how many people you had approached, they had all rushed off, or simply scoffed at you and turned away.

--

“I was lucky to have found Lucifer.” you muttered, unenthusiastic at having to recall the events of when you first got to Earth, and Linda arched an eyebrow.

“I was beginning to wonder when he’d come into the story.” Linda agreed, folding her hands into her lap. “But please, do continue, y/n.”

“Well, I didn’t really find him.” you confessed. “He found me.”

--

“y/n?” a british voice called out, and you looked up to see a man walk out of the building you were huddled in front of. There was something about him that looked familiar, and a wide smile spread across his face. “y/n, you little devil! What are you doing here?”

“...Lucifer?” you replied uncertainty, standing up. “What…”

“Some of my customers were complaining about a homeless person hanging around outside my club -- who knew it was going to be you!” Lucifer laughed, before looking you up and down. His smile faded slightly as he teased. “Well. You’ve looked better.”

In the past few weeks, your appearance had gotten worse and worse. Every time you were ignored by someone you sought help from, whatever you had been cursed with seemed to take effect and affected how you looked.

However, as Lucifer spoke to you, you felt a slight changed. Looking down, the rips and holes in your clothes suddenly disappeared.

“Well are you going to stand there all day?” Lucifer laughed, and you looked up to see him walking back into the club. “Come on in, y/n! Welcome to LA!”

You wandered after Lucifer, and cringed as you were hit by the sounds of blaring music upon entering the club. You pushed past a group of dancing girls, desperately trying to trail after Lucifer. He stopped by the bar and waved the bartender over, and as you finally reached Lucifer’s side, you realised the bartender was Mazikeen.

“Maze?” you exclaimed over the music, and Mazikeen almost dropped the bottle of vodka she was holding.

“Oh, I’m so glad the two of you remember each other!” Lucifer clapped his hands together gleefully, and Mazikeen sniffed as she looked you up and down.

“What’s your deal?” she demanded, and you folded your arms across your chest.

“Well, I was cast out of Hell, obviously.” you rolled your eyes. Looking at Lucifer, you continued, “And I think your Dad must’ve cursed me or something. My appearance is based on what these humans think of me. Can you believe it?”

Lucifer’s eyebrows furrowed upon hearing you mention his Dad. “Well, that’s a bit of a predicament. No worries, y/n, we’ll find a way to lift your bloody curse.”

“I don’t buy it.” Mazikeen said at the same time, levelling your glare. “Is this some trick to bring Lucifer back to Hell?”

“Just because I look like a mess, it doesn’t mean I’m not ready to fight.” you whipped out your blades from your jeans, and a smirk fluttered onto Mazikeen’s lips.

Pulling you back as he observed Mazikeen reach for her own knives, Lucifer said, “Now, now, as much as I’d love to see this showdown, I’m going to need the two of you to play nice.”

You were about to protest when Lucifer suddenly pulled his phone out of his pocket. A smile appeared on his face as he read the caller ID, and he lifted the device to his ear as he joyfully exclaimed, “Detective! What kind of juicy case do you have for me?”

Lucifer listened intently for a few minutes before nodding and replied, “I will be there promptly.”

Slipping the phone back into his pocket, Lucifer turned to leave before looking back at you. Tilting his head, he added, “You might as well come along with me, y/n, perhaps the Detective could shed some light onto your… issue. If there’s someone who can solve it, it’s her.”

“Who, and what, is a ‘detective’?” you asked as you and Lucifer headed out, towards his car.

“Detective Decker! She’s my partner.” Lucifer grinned, and you blinked at him. There was something about Lucifer that seemed to change upon talking about the Detective, but you decided not to pry. You got into Lucifer’s car as he ignited the engine, and you sighed as you wondered where you were headed next.

--

“I’m assuming that’s where things began to… change.” Linda gestured to you, and you nodded in confirmation.

“This is where everything turns upside down.”

--

Chloe paced around the body, tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ears as Ella snapped a picture.

“See anything interesting, Chloe?” Ella asked, adjusting something on her camera before looking up. Chloe was about to respond when you and Lucifer arrived, arms in the air.

“Detective!” Lucifer strolled up to Chloe, before nodding at Dan. “Which poor chap got murdered this time?”

“Uh, Lucifer?” Chloe raised her eyebrows and gestured to you. “Who’s this?”

“Ah, Chloe, meet y/n. My Dad kicked them out of Hell and cursed them.” Lucifer gestured to you, and Chloe sighed slightly at his statement. “y/n, meet Chloe.”

Chloe outstretched her hand, and you looked at her, surprised at the gesture. “It’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

“Oh my God, Lucifer brought a friend!” Ella exclaimed excitedly, and you turned around just in time to be engulfed in Ella’s arms. With her cheek pressed up against you, she excitedly continued, “I’m Ella, it’s so great to meet you!”

Almost instantly, Ella’s attitude seemed changed your appearance. As Ella let go of you and turned her back to you to show something to Chloe, you gasped as you looked down and realised you were actually wearing clothes that fit. Your hair was now clean and style, and the dirt on your face had miraculously disappeared. Lucifer seemed to notice too, and he grinned as he remarked, “Well, look at you!”

Dazed, you staggered back slightly. You felt a mixture of emotions inside of you that you were unable to explain. You were so used to being ignored and mistreated, that when you were actually treated with respect and openness, it felt foreign.

“Chloe!” a voice rang out, and everyone turned to see Dan approach. “I was interviewing some of the-”

“Dan!” Ella waved him over as she grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to her. “Meet Lucifer’s friend, y/n! Aren’t they awesome?”

--

“And just like that!” you snapped your fingers together. “It was like I just completely transformed. I even felt a little happy inside -- that can’t be normal.”

You leaned back on the sofa, exhausted. You looked up to study Linda’s expression, and frowned when you realised she was smiling. Raising an eyebrow, you demanded, “What? Is this whole thing funny to you?”

“No, no.” Linda shook her head. “It’s just… I think the problem is your outlook on us humans -- more specifically, how that outlook has changed.”

Linda moved so that she was sitting beside you, and you looked at her cautiously as she began to elaborate. “y/n, you came from Hell. Like, literally. For… who knows how long, you’ve been surrounded by the worst of humanity, so it’s only natural that’s what you assume humanity in general is like. But y/n, it’s not. Yes, there are bad people, who you’ve obviously encountered, but there are genuinely good people too. That’s the complexity of humanity -- and I think now you’re just in shock because you’re discovering that, and the entire foundations of your beliefs have been shattered.”

You looked up at Linda, dazed, as the gravity of her words sank in. “So… so you’re saying…”

“That people can be good.” Linda confirmed. “We can be cruel and unforgiving, but we can also be kind and compassionate.”

“Wow.” you took in a deep breath. As if you had just solved an impossible puzzle, everything seemed to click.

And although you hated to admit when you were wrong, especially since you usually never were, perhaps, just this once, you were wrong about humanity.

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[arthurrweasley]

MAEVE MADAM ROSMERTA is AN ORDER MEMBER in the war, even though HER official job is as THE OWNER OF THE THREE BROOMSTICKS. the THIRTY FOUR year old PUREBLOOD is known to be WILD and CHARMING but also HARSH and VOLATILE. some might label them as THE SEA WITCH. fc: katheryn winnick 

The sea waves are my evening gown And the sun on my head is my crown You’ll always have a home in my kingdom

ANTHEMS.

QUEENDOM - AURORA // SEASIDE - THE KOOKS // BRIEF AND MOMENTARY - ALEXANDER DUBOVOY // HIGH BY THE BEACH - LANA DEL REY // FALLIN ALL IN YOU - SHAWN MENDES // SHE LOOKS LIKE FUN - ARCTIC MONKEYS // WHITE FLAG (STEVE REECE REMIX) - BISHOP BRIGGS // THE LESS I KNOW THE BETTER - TAME IMPALA.

pinterest board ( x ) full playlist ( x )

AESTHETICS / VIBES.

hair sticky with sea salt, sunkissed skin, the scent of honey and wine, good intentions, soft laughter, leaving people on read, dog eared pages in well read books, spontaneous road trips, broken promises, messy hair, the feeling of sand between your toes, lipstick stains on coffee mugs, a thirst for knowledge, always knowing what to say, classical music, vodka shots at the crack of dawn, seaweed tangled in soft braids, welcoming people with open arms, humming while cooking, rain against bare skin, falling asleep under the stars, taking no fucking bullshit, never completely settling down and always getting even.

BACK TO BASICS.

name: maeve alannah rosmerta. occupation: owner of the three broomsticks / barmaid. nicknames: honestly, most people don’t even know her first name? she’s known as madam rosmerta, or simply rose. the few people that do know her first name might call her mae. 

some people are also bound to think that her first name is rosmerta. personally, mae prefers to go by just her last name. it’s enough. she’s practical.

age: 34. date of birth: february 12, 1946. zodiac: aquarius. hometown: kinsale, ireland. current location: her boat or hogsmeade. has a small apartment above the three broomsticks. gender: cis female. pronouns: she/her. orientation: bisexual. spoken languages: english and gaelic fluently. has also picked up some other languages, but is not fluent in those ( spanish, french, danish, welsh ). gets by. moral alignment: neutral good / lawful good. element: water. house: ravenclaw.

BACKGROUND / FAMILY.

Mae was born in Kinsale, Ireland to two pureblood wizards. Her mother ( Cara Boyle ) was the owner of a small bookshop in the coastal town of Kinsale, and her father ( Dahey Rosmerta ) was a sailor. They had a romance that only lasted while Dahey was in town over the summers, and they never married. Yet, their relationship resulted in a daughter, born out of wedlock. Kind of a surprise for the both of them.

Grew up mostly with her father, and only spent the summers with her mum. When with her dad, she lived alongside him and his crew on his boat. During the summers, when stuck in Kinsale, she spent most of her time just being bored out of her damn mind. Kinda longed for the ocean, wanted to get back. Felt like a fish out of water.

Her mother later married a muggle man, and had two more children. Her father never settled down.

HOGWARTS YEARS.

Kind of a hat stall between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw? Ultimately landed in Ravenclaw though.

Was DEFINITIVELY that™ girl who would jump headfirst into the great lake, having absolutely no fear of the repercussions. Probably made friends with whatever lurks down there too.

It’s cold or frozen? Doesn’t care, will still swim. Gained a bit of a reputation as someone with nerves of steel because of it. 

Missed life on her father’s boat, but was also really excited to learn stuff? She’s naturally curious, and can’t resist a challenge. Worked incredibly hard while at the school, made some friends... Spent most of her time by the water, studying or reading a book. 

At some point, she broke into the Slytherin common rooms, because someone dared her that she couldn’t do it. Also she wanted to see the lake. Doesn’t take a lot to get her to do something.

Was a lot more mellow than her Ravenclaw peers. Didn’t care about what anyone else was doing, and never resorted to backstabbing. Kinda just went with the flow, did her best work, didn’t pay too much attention to what others were doing.

Did however get into trouble a lot, but never for hurting anyone else. Were usually instances of her ACCIDENTALLY finding herself in the forbidden forest at night, or taking a midnight swim, or maybe accidentally breaking into empty classrooms to practice magic when no one was around. Or maybe breaking into the restricted section at the library. Mae tried everything.

Could however sporadically flame up when she felt that it was necessary, which was mostly when someone younger needed to be defended. Mae has pretty strong maternal instincts and can be highly protective. Will fight u.

She played on the Quidditch Team as keeper, but quit after three years on the team because it was taking up too much time, and she would rather focus on her studies ( and swimming ).

Started her own Great Lake Club at the school, which consisted of students that were ‘fans’ of the lake, basically. Club meetings were basically just them either researching the lake, swimming in the lake if the weather permitted ( everyone’s not into winter swimming, apparently :/ ) or just hanging out by the water. Wasn’t the most serious of clubs, but they had fun.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

AFTER HOGWARTS.

Mae graduated Hogwarts with top marks, and could probably have gone into any field she may have wanted, but she mostly just wanted to see the world. Wanderlust ingrained in her bones. Craving the sea.

So at the age of eighteen, she bought a shitty boat, and set off to see the world on her terms. 

She ended up doing some work in different taverns across Europe, picking up odd jobs as a barmaid whenever she was in a town. Always chatting up customers, laughing with patrons, cracking jokes and making sure that the night never ended.

After a few years at sea, she eventually started to settle down, but never quite committing to anything. Could never bring herself to completely rooting herself to land. If she’s stuck on dry land for too long, she feels like she’s gonna go mad.

Still, at the age of twenty four (1970), Mae used the inheritance from her parents to buy the Three Broomsticks, a decision which she mostly made on a whim. She had been working in odd bars for a few years now, and kinda wanted something to call her own? Start her own legacy. Have some place that she could call home. Somewhere to return to.

Boat was kept ( at this point, she had a nicer one ), and she still spends her off days there, and some nights as well. Sort of like an escape. Definitively shows up to the bar with seaweed stuck in her hair ( so has to shower in her apartment first tbh ).

One of the reasons why she loves having a place that she is now tied to ( aka Hogsmeade ) is that she has been able to acquire and actually keep more personal items. She has quite the impressive library in the inn’s attic, for one. Books were one of the things she could only keep a few of, when she was living out of her boat.

Disappears from the Inn for a few weeks every now and then, but makes sure that someone else is in charge while she is away.

When the war first started, she tried to stay neutral. Had just bought a bar, and didn’t wanna alienate customers. But as time went on and the horrors became worse, morals kicked in, and she joined the Order. Today, she’s a member on the down low, and her affiliation with them is not public knowledge. Most of her tasks within the Order is pure intell gathering ( or spying ), but she also spreads information and acts as a messenger when needed. She just... wants to feel like she’s doing SOMETHING.

Keeps most of what she hears under wraps, but will share anything of interest with the Order. Other than that, her lips are sealed.

Everyone is welcome at the pub, as long as they leave their bullshit at the door. She considers the pub a zone where sides shouldn’t matter ( yet she does... sometimes close the bar down so that the order can meet there if needed ). And is definitively brave enough to throw any death eater out on their ass if they fuck around. In her bar, she’s in charge. Can 100% confirm that Bellatrix has been kicked out a time or two. #nervesofsteel

AS A PERSON.

Loves telling stories and is very good at it too !!! Someone’s bored? Rosmerta will serve them a story of her travels.

KIDS LOVE HER !!! For varying reasons, depending on their age ( smh @ Ron ). But she’s great with kids.

Has a big, soft heart and is kinda known for taking in strays. A kid has been kicked out by their parents? Aight, you can stay at the inn for a while until we find you something more permanent / things calm down.

More of a cool aunt than a mom though?

LOVES COOKING AND BREWING MEAD. Is really good at it too. The menu of the inn has been designed by her, and though she doesn’t spend a lot of time in its kitchen, she does oversee everything that happens in there. The menu itself is pretty simple, Mae believes in quality over quantity. And good fucking mead.

Has a reputation of taking zero bullshit? People don’t get away with SHIT when she’s around. Will personally drag your ass onto the street if you stir up trouble in her bar. Or anywhere else tbh.

Her mannerisms are kinda harsh? She’s generally just little bit rough around the edges. Doesn’t shy away from telling people what she thinks either, but does it in a way so that she almost always gets away with it? The mead might be a contributor, but you know.

TEMPERAMENTAL AS FUCK. Has a good heart, but she’s not... the nicest person out there. Can be petty, overemotional, brooding, melodramatic and short tempered. Her moods are known to change with the weather, and depending on how long she has been away from the sea. Though she loves the pub, she gets a bit stir crazy when she’s there for too long. Usually she’s pretty warm though. 

So easily bored? Needs constant change to feel like herself, and to maintain some sort of happiness. That’s one of the things she likes with the bar, there’s always something new going on. 

Aaaaand she’s definitively wild. Was way worse when she was younger ( don’t ask me about Mae in her 20s, she was a mess ), but she can’t be tamed. Will always follow her next whim, so eager to see where it takes her next.

Has remained an optimist over the years, which has been hard to do? She really believes that everything will be okay, but she keeps this kind of on the down low.... for some reason....

Never stayed in one place long enough (when younger) to develop an accent, so it’s a bit all over the place. She has a noticeable Irish accent ( from her father ).

Is around alcohol all day, but doesn’t drink at work. Can drink anyone under the table though, and has a scary high tolerance for alcohol ( which she usually jokes stems from her upbringing as a sailor ).

Has a kind of odd sense of humor? Can be a bit dark at times. Usually laughs at her own dumb jokes.

Wants everyone to have a good time when at her pub, and is REALLY trying to be a good hostess at all times?

SO CURIOUS, but also very good at minding her own damn business. Mostly curious about people’s motivations and how things work so like. Doesn’t put her nose where it doesn’t belong. Usually. Also good at keeping secrets.

Always stands her ground and trying to sway her is basically like trying to move a mountain. Good luck with that.

She’s also a highly practical person? Doesn’t complicate things too much, doesn’t try to make anyone jump through hoops. Things just are the way that they are with her and she will usually give it to you straight ( aka no mind games, thank god ). Has zero patience or time for bullshit.

Working in a bar really fits her because she genuinely loves talking to people?

STYLE ( FASHION / APPEARANCE ).

Mae has ocean blue eyes and blonde hair that she usually wears down, or pulled back into a soft braid. Since she still spends a considerable amount of time on her boat, she always smells faintly of the ocean, and her hair is wavy from sea salt. Skin is freckled and sunkissed, and she usually looks a bit glowy.

Wears minimal makeup. Some smudged eyeliner and lipstick, but that’s it. Prefer softer colors when she does.

While at work, she dresses in low cut shirts and loose fitting pants.

Gravitates towards lighter colors and earthy tones. Wears a lot of white, grey, light blue, light brown....

Keeps her nails short.

CHARACTER INFLUENCES.

WILL TURNER - drawn to the ocean, so brave, will dumbly sacrifice themselves for someone they love, similar banter.

ELIAN (TKAK)- will never settle down, feels the most at home on a boat, the same crooked smile. can be harsh, when need be.

SARA LANCE - leadership abilities, witty quips, protective, stands up for the weak, good at putting people in their place. not afraid to throw people out.

CLARA OSWALD - wanderlust in their bones, good with children, a little bossy, very brave, always warm and welcoming, an unquenchable thirst for adventure. just the right amount of flirty.

ALEX PARRISH - good at reading people, bit of an idealist, heart of a hero, a gray world view ( sees the middle ground ).

SHELBY WYATT - the ambition, the curiosity, the charm. those big doe eyes.

BELLE (BATB) - so curious, so inventive, the wanderlust, the kindness.

MEREDITH GREY - the moodiness!!!!!! but also the compassion and the dedication. takes no mcfucking bullshit. 

ANGEL (BTVS) - the broodiness smh. both can be so... incredibly broody. also the enigma? doesn’t tell people her first name unless she absolutely has to / accidentally does so.

PHOEBE BUFFAY - bit eccentric, kinda free spirited, so kind, warm, very temperamental.

IZZIE STEVENS - sees the good in people. so protective, will fuck u up.

AUNT MAY - basically just everyone’s cool aunt. 

[fireinmoonshot]

Hi! I'd like to ask a Tequila x Reader where he is really happy for incoming Christmas' day, but when he learns that the reader is spending it at the Statesman's HQ alone he decides to stay with her and it turns in something fluffy? Thank you in advance, I want to tell you that I love your blog, your works are the best ones!! Cheers from Italy!

Summary: You don’t have plans for Christmas. Tequila has plans to change that.Pairing: Reader x Tequila.Fandom: Kingsman.Warnings: None.Word Count: 1060

Christmas was, secretly, one of Tequila’s favourite times of year. He loved the festivities, he loved the lead up and, most importantly, he loved the day. He always got excited about spending Christmas Day with the people he loved the most – his family – and giving them all of the gifts that he’d been secretly and very meticulously picking out over the last seven months.

He’d thought that everyone at Statesman shared his excitement, but apparently you were the exception. Ginger, Champ and Whiskey were all excited in different ways, but it seemed that you were the only one of the agents not looking forward to the big day. He expected it was something to do with family or something, but he was never certain.

At least until he overheard a conversation you were having with Ginger in the tech dapartment. He was outside, about to walk in to talk to Ginger about his next mission, when he heard you start talking. He’d been intrigued right away and even though he knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, he had to.

“You’re spending Christmas with your family?” You asked, leaning back in the chair.

Ginger nodded and smiled. “I sure am,” she confirmed. “I have quite a large family so I’m expecting that Christmas will be hectic, as usual. What about you, Vodka? Any big plans?”

You frowned. “No, no big plans,” you admitted.

“You going home to spend it with family?” She asked, turning to look at you.

You shook your head again. “I’m actually spending it here.”

Ginger nodded. “Oh, here in Kentucky? You have many family members here?”

With a laugh, you shook your head once more. “No, here. At Statesman. On my own.”

Ginger was taken aback by this, just as Tequila was as he listened in outside the room. For some reason, the idea of you spending Christmas alone at Statesman HQ made his stomach turn. He hated that someone he was so close with wasn’t having a family Christmas like he was and he immediately knew that he had to change it in any way that he could.

Late on the afternoon of Christmas Eve, Tequila pulled you aside after the last meeting before Christmas. You smiled up at him, expecting him to just wish you a Merry Christmas or just to talk about your next mission just before New Years.

“I heard you’re stayin’ here for Christmas,” he stated.

You frowned, yet nodded. Where he’d heard that you had no idea.

Tequila sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Alone?”

“Yes, alone,” you confirmed. “There’s no one else here tomorrow as far as I know.”

He shook his head and smiled a little. “Well, now there will be, because I’m spendin’ the day here with you. I’m gonna head out tonight and buy us some food and presents and we’re gonna celebrate Christmas together. All right?”

You paused. “Oh, Tequila, that’s not–“

“I won’t have anything said against that, darlin,” he cut you off. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He kept his word and showed up at Statesman HQ the following morning carrying a few bags full of what you guessed were food and presents. You laughed softly and helped him carry them upstairs into the kitchen a few of you used for mostly coffee. It had a small oven, definitely not Christmas worthy, and an even smaller table.

Tequila decided, upon seeing the small four seater table, that the two of you would dine in Champ’s office at the larger Statesman table, only if you agreed not to mention it to a soul.

The day went on. You tried to cook a decent Christmas meal with the resources you had available, ended up in the break room eating a copious amount of chocolate and, eventually, the two of you made your way back into Champ’s office, sleepy and happier than you could have ever expected.

You smiled and turned to look at Tequila. “Thank you,” you muttered.

He looked at you, a gleam in his eye. “You don’t have nothin’ to thank me for.”

“I do,” you assured him. “I would have had a pretty boring and lonely Christmas if it wasn’t for you, so I have you to thank for everything, Tequila. This is a Christmas I’ll remember forever.”

Tequila smiled and leaned back against the couch in the very corner of the room. It was a small couch that Champ had placed there for those few rare moments he napped during the day and it overlooked the whole distillery. It was beautiful, especially with the sunset.

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before you moved to lean into his side. He wrapped an arm around you carefully and allowed you to make yourself comfortable. When you finally settled down, he looked down at you, a smile on his face. You smiled to yourself.

“Uh, maybe we could do this again sometime?” You suggested, your voice soft.

He raised his eyebrows. “Celebrate Christmas at Statesman?”

You paused and shook your head. “Um, n–no! I mean….” you hesitated and took a deep breath. “Hang out like this. We– we’ve never hung out like this before and I’ve really enjoyed it, you know? We should do this more often. When it isn’t Christmas. Just the two of us and something fun.”

Tequila smiled at the idea and nodded slowly. “The two of us and something fun?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Like a… date?” He continued, eyebrows raised.

You sat up instantly, eyes meeting his. “U–um, if– if you want?”

He laughed and motioned for you to lay back down in his side again. You did so without a second thought, realising it was probably better to just hear his response rather than see it. Tequila nodded, rubbing your shoulder a little.

“A date it is,” he replied. “How about after the mission? A fancy restaurant on New Years Eve with a few drinks afterwards sound good?”

You smiled and moved a little so you could look up at him. “Only if I get to kiss you at 12:00am too.” You weren’t sure where your boldness had come from, but it seemed that Tequila liked it considering the grin on his face.

“I think we can arrange that,” he said, giving you the exact answer you’d hoped for.

[gukyi]

practice makes perfect (or at least, significantly better) | kth

⇒ summary: taehyung’s the drummer in a local punk band, and you’re the university’s first chair flute. this is a love story that doesn’t exactly go as planned, but then again, does anything?

⇒ punk band!au

⇒ pairing: taehyung x female reader

⇒ word count: 7k

⇒ genre: fluff

⇒ warnings: alcohol consumption and jazz solos

⇒ a/n: written for the one and only, the real mvp, the cutest peach who told me not long ago she was desperate for a punk taehyung fic, @jingukz . for u! i am also tagging @seoulscapes bc we’re currently at fic/bias wrecker war. inspired by this photo, which ruined my life to an extent i didn’t even know was possible.

In the world of a music major, there are three things you must never turn down: 1) an empty practice room, 2) good music, and 3) free alcohol, and while your local bar doesn’t have any individual practice rooms, complete with relatively soundproof walls and really shitty old metal stands, it can offer you the latter two of the options, and that sounds good enough.

For no particular reason, your music major friends have invited you out for a night of mysterious shots and sweaty dancing, complete with a small town punk band you’d never heard of as the cherry on top, and while punk music isn’t really your cup of tea—you are a flute player, after all—it most certainly makes for good stage music.

Free alcohol would be a dumb thing to reject anyway, at your age, because it means drunken mistakes and a buzzed mind without depleting the bank, and you’re already poor as hell, thanks to the age-old millennial struggle known as college debt. Fuckin’ economy.

You’re just walking into the bar, taking off your light leather jacket—because despite the frostiness of late November nights, the room is already steamy from the bodies radiating heat and you can feel beads of sweat pooling at your hairline—when your friend comes up to you, face tinged red from what must be a couple shots, swirling a bright scarlet drink in her hand.

“Y/N! You made it!” She exclaims, stuffing the glass into your hand. “Here! Drink this. We got a good spot near the front, come on! The band’s about to start!”

You barely have time to get out a ‘hello’ before she’s tugging you towards the stage, the beverage sloshing around in the cup and spilling over the sides, onto the wooden floor below. Sure enough, she and the rest of your music major buddies have secured a very decent viewing space of the platform, a little round table by stage left, allowing for an optimal side-view of the band as they set up their amps.

“Hey, it’s Y/N!” The rowdy marching band drum major, Namjoon, says as you approach the table, a lopsided smile on his face. “Glad you could come.”

“Like I would ever turn down free drinks and some nice music,” you scoff, sitting down next to him as you down some of that alcohol in your glass. It stings your throat as it hits it, a tangy taste of fruit of vodka dancing on your tastebuds. “The fuck is this stuff?” You say, holding up the glass to eye level, like it’s going to help you determine the ingredients.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon tells you, holding up his glass so that it’s even with yours. He’s got the same mysterious concoction, only he’s already downed most of his. “All Joohyun told me was that it’d ‘get us drunk real fast’, and then she drank the entire thing in one gulp.”

You both turn to look at her, her face as cherry red as it was when she greeted you. She’s clapping along to something even though there’s no music playing, only the static of an amp echoing throughout the room and the occasional loud pop! of a wire getting plugged in.

“Joohyun?” You ask, a hand on her shoulder. “You good?”

“Peachy! Y/N, did you know that you’d look really good with a chrysanthemum in your hair? Because you would,” Joohyun says, and she’s normally very positive but this is just strangely optimistic, even for her. Before you know it, she’s producing an actual chrysanthemum from her bag—where from, you don’t really want to know—and placing it above your ear, in the crook between the skin and hair, and smiling to yourself. “There!”

“Thanks, Joohyun,” you say, never ceasing to be amazed by the purity that is drunk girls, but she interrupts you with a hand over your mouth, shushing you.

“Shh, the band’s about to play, shh,” she says, taking you by surprise as you protest her hand over your lips. When she lets go, you turn to Namjoon, who merely chuckles as he shifts his focus to the stage.

There’s not much light in the bar to begin with, only the dim multicolored bulbs in the ceiling and the ever-so-faint glow of the city streaming through the windows, but the band onstage doesn’t let that distract them, letting the metal chains and rings on their clothes, their bodies glint as they catch the light, just for a second. It’s the only hint that they’re setting up, about to perform, that is, until the airy sounds of a keyboard bounce off the walls and reverberate off the wooden planks, and then the music is in full swing.

You can always trust this bar, because there’s never a time you’re here that they don’t have good music, and the group on stage is no exception. You know good music from bad—you fucking study it, for God’s sake—and there’s never a time when you don’t appreciate good music, regardless of the genre. Punk has, what Namjoon likes to describe as “rage channelled into a melody of fatalistic and existential despair” and what Joohyun likes to call “intense anger”, and both of them are equally as correct. Punk isn’t punk without passion, and what fuels passion better than fury?

There’s five of them. You haven’t brushed up on punk band lingo in a while, sticking mainly to your concert band jargon, but you know that there’s two guitarists, a keyboardist, a bassist, and a drummer. That part is easy to guess, especially since each of the instruments are so vibrant in their own way, their notes that are distinct, yet blend together perfectly. You’d vibe to this, if you didn’t spend all your fucking free time listening to the sick beats of Bach and Handel.

“Isn’t this great?” Joohyun asks somewhere between the fourth and fifth song, clapping along to the beat as she moves from side to side. One thing is for certain, and it’s that all music majors have never been the most fantastic dancers. They’d rather transcribe the music than bop to it.

“Yeah, for you,” you scoff.

“Just because I play upright bass in the uni’s jazz band—”

“Whatever, string player!” You exclaim, waving her off and pretending to disregard her objection. She gasps in mock-offense, appalled that you would refer to her as such a scandalous name like string player, and you both hold your poses for a quick second before bursting into laughter. As you turn your focus back to the band in front of you, you make eye contact with the drummer, sitting in the back and casually drumming through the second verse of the song. God, you hate it when you awkwardly lock eyes with someone, because nine times out of ten both of you just tensely smile at each other and go on with your lives, and then the interaction is stuck in your head for the rest of the night. But this time is one of those rare occurrences, where in place of a tense smile rests a smirk on the offending drummer’s face and this awful glint in your eye that has your flirt radar going haywire.

You look away immediately, not wanting to prolong the eye contact any longer than you absolutely have to, eyes shifting to your half-finished drink sitting on the table. The look he sent you sends shivers down your spine, and not in a particularly good way (not in a bad way either, though). You direct your attention to another member, avoiding the gaze of the drummer until you’re absolutely certain he’s not looking at you anymore. You don’t know what he’s thinking in that brain of his, but you’d rather not find out.

The set ends after what you think is about seven songs, though it feels like a mere instant in your mind. You don’t know how the final song came so quickly, but it comes and goes in a flash, and suddenly Joohyun is applauding obnoxiously beside you.

“They were good,” Namjoon says. “But I bet Seokjin could do better.”

“Seokjin plays jazz guitar,” you comment, a skeptical look on your face. You highly doubt Seokjin would know the ways of punk sheet music. He sometimes has a difficult time with regular concert music.

“And he’s fucking great at it,” Namjoon tells you, and you concede, because his solos are the reason your jazz band always wins Districts.

“Y/N! Come on, we should try and meet the group!” Joohyun urges, getting you out of her seat with that wonderfully bubbly expression of hers.

You turn your attention to where Joohyun is looking, and see a hefty line of a bunch of people who seem to have the exact same idea as her, waiting by the hallway to see if they can catch a glimpse of the next big thing.

“I don’t know, don’t you think that the line is a bit… long?” You ask, hesitant. You came here for free drinks and good music, not an autograph.

“No! It’s only a couple of people,” Joohyun says, waving it off like it’s nothing.

“It’s not like they’re celebrities, they’re just average guys who play instruments,” you insist, really not keen on getting out of your seat and going to try and meet them. You’d rather not risk coming in contact with Smirking Drummer, if fate allows you to have any say in the matter. “We’re like them, only less metal.”

“But we’re music major geeks,” Joohyun says, and while you know she’s not upset that she’s a nerd who likes classical music, you’re also aware that punk band member and concert band member don’t exactly go hand in hand. “They’re the cooler version of us.”

“Do I really have to go?” You ask, whining at this point.

“I’ll buy you another drink.”

Rule Number 3: Never turn down free alcohol.

“Fine,” you say, getting up and flinging your leather jacket over your shoulder. “I’ll do it for the booze.”

“You girls let me know when you need a ride home,” Namjoon says. “I’ve only had one drink tonight, so I can drive you.”

“Thank you, big, strong, heavyweight drum major!” Joohyun singsongs, and you don’t get the chance to say anything before she’s pulling you away as you watch Namjoon chuckle to himself.

Joohyun gets you your drink as promised, and somewhere along the way after that you lose her to the crowd, watching her lavender hair bounce away under the light as you’re left by the bar, sipping your cocktail and waiting for a glimpse of her. You know she’ll come around, she won’t get sucked into the fifteen minutes of fame and traipse off with a guy, because even drunk she’s decently reasonable, and she also has a girlfriend in Fashion Merchandising whom she loves very much. You just have to wait for her, which is the (un)fun part.

You set your drink down on the counter and pull out your phone, letting Namjoon know that you’ve lost Joohyun entirely and that you might end up waiting a while, when a figure clad in black and silver casually stands next to you. You pay no attention to them, shrugging it off as another person desperate for a quick fix, when the voice speaks to you.

“Why’d you look away so soon?” It asks.

You turn and, just as fate would have it—you should have known you would end up meeting him, one way or another—next to you stands the very drummer.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“When I looked at you,” he elaborates, “you looked away. Why? Scared?”

“Of who?” You ask, arms crossed. “Of you?”

“Of me. My music, my band, my charming smile,” the drummer says, flashing you that smirk he sent you from up on stage. It’s a look that he’s probably practiced a thousand times, a smirk that he knows will work.

“I’m not scared of you,” you say.

“What do you do, hmm? You look too young to be out of university,” he asks. “I’m gonna guess. Interior design? English? Philosophy?”

“Try music.”

That catches his attention. “Music, hmm? What is it? Violin? Cello? Flute?”

You stiffen at his words. “Why do you care so much?”

“Flute it is, then. Suits you, I think,” he confirms, a smug look written all over his face. “With that flower in your hair like a fairy. You’re soft.”

“I am not!” You object, scoffing as you reach a hand up to grab the flower, pulling it out of your hair and throwing it to the floor, stomping on it like you’re putting out a cigarette butt. Sorry, Joohyun. “If you thought I was a soft spoken, innocent flute major who’d love to get in your pants, then you’re picking on the wrong girl.”

“Ooh,” the drummer says, wincing. “She bites.”

“She’s not afraid to.”

“Alright then,” he says, hands up in surrender. “How about a friend to talk to instead? You can take another sip of your drink, loosen up, and we can chat. No sex required.”

“Sorry,” you say, raising a hand quickly to get the bartender’s attention. Once you’ve got it, you hand over the drink, making up some bullshit excuse about how you weren’t feeling it anymore, and turn back around. “But I can’t trust that. For all I know, you could have put something in my Sangria.”

“She’s smart, too,” he muses.

“Not smart, just aware. Thanks for the chat, but I have to go pick up my friend before she gets trampled by your fans. Maybe some other time?” You say, knowing that you have no intention of having ‘some other time’.

“For the record, I didn’t drug your drink,” he says, grabbing your wrist but not in a possessive way. Just so he can squeeze in another couple sentences. “But I’m Taehyung.”

“I’m not interested,” you say, and he easily lets you out of his grasp. You swear you see a head of lavender by the doorway.

“Alright, Not Interested,” Taehyung says, “I’ll see you around. We play here often, you know.”

“I don’t.”

“Well, now you do.” He smiles, and it’s not that classic, signature smirk that you’ve seen plenty of times, it’s a different type of grin, one that tells you that he’s enjoyed his time, however brief it was, with you tonight. “Looking forward to seeing you at another gig.”

“Don’t get your hopes up too high, Drummer Boy. They always say that you can never trust flute players.”

With that, you’re flagging down Joohyun with a call of her name, Taehyung the Drummer Boy getting pushed to the back of your mind.

Joohyun never ended up actually meeting them, you would find out, which is the exact reason why you’re back at that same bar, sitting in the same seats, waiting for them to get on stage. To be honest, you have no idea how you ended up here again, especially after insisting to Taehyung that you would not be back. Way to fucking eat your words.

“Can’t we just go?” You ask her, tugging on her arm and looking longingly towards the door. It’s not too late to back out now. “What if they play all of the same songs?”

“I bought their album on iTunes,” Joohyun says. “I don’t really mind if I hear the songs live again.”

“I do,” you say, desperate.

“Boohoo. I wanna meet them, Y/N,” she quips back, and you know you’ve lost this battle before the following words leave her mouth. “You’d never leave me alone in a bar to fend for myself, would you?”

“No,” you huff, slouching in your seat as you brace for the worst.

When the chatter dies down and the stage lights flicker on, you immediately duck your head down in an attempt to avoid getting recognized, but to no avail. Joohyun grabs your arm and pulls you up at the same time that Taehyung walks onto the stage, and it’s not very difficult to miss the cocky grin scrawled all over his lips as you meet eyes. Goddamnit.

Rather than look away, however, you roll your eyes dramatically, knowing that he’s still gazing at you from behind the drumset. He won’t intimidate you any longer. Your reaction makes Taehyung laugh, tossing his head back casually as he chuckles in response. Normally, when you see people on stage from where you’re seated below, they look ethereal, like gods, like immortals, but watching Taehyung laugh so normally, so easily, it doesn’t make him look like any of those things. He just looks human.

“Who are you staring at?” Joohyun asks, noticing how your eyes always seem to be drifting to one person in particular. “Oh! Is it the drummer? He’s cute, isn’t he?”

“A little.”

“Only a little?” Joohyun says, one eyebrow raised in a skeptical fashion. “Come on, Y/N. I know you.”

“He’s kinda cute,” you finally relent, admitting the statement more to yourself than to Joohyun. There’s no denying Taehyung’s attractiveness, even to a stickler such as yourself.

You don’t take your eyes off of Taehyung throughout his band’s entire set, sitting back in your seat with your arms crossed over your torso, a smirk playing on your lips. Every now and then, he will turn to look your way, letting his hands do the work for him as he gazes at you. At one point, he gets off beat while you two are having another one of your staring contests, and he only notices once you raise your eyebrows to remind him that he should be fucking paying attention to the music he plays. You: 1, Taehyung: 0.

Not unlike last time, the set whizzes by, your mind once again occupied with thoughts of Taehyung, and suddenly he’s joining the rest of his members at the front of the stage for a quick celebratory bow as the lights in the seating area flicker back on the the spotlights dim.

“Fuck, the line’s already piling up,” Joohyun says, whipping her head backwards to see a heap of people by the backstage door. “I’m gonna go. You stay here, okay? So I can find you afterwards.”

“Are you sure about that?” You ask, looking down at her very large and very empty glass.

“It’s fine! I’ll remember,” she says, quickly waving you off as she shuffles away, worming herself into the herd.

At least she didn’t make you come with.

Another sip of your martini hits your throat as you down it, thinking that it’ll be easier to pass the time a bit buzzed than totally sober. It’s calming, sitting here in the hazy purple lights of the bar as the world moves around you, especially with the knowledge that Taehyung is probably trapped in that crowd, surrounded by excited fans who just want a glimpse of him and his brown eyes.

“Is this seat taken?”

“This one? Yes, actually,” you say, not looking towards the owner of the voice, though it is strangely familiar. This isn’t a good sign. Strangely familiar voices asking if a seat next to you is taken is never a good sign. Someone plops down in the seat anyway, and you know who it is before you even turn to them.

“I looked pretty cool up there, didn’t I?” Taehyung asks, taking a long, slow sip of a bright green beverage. “Is that why you kept staring at me?”

“You only looked cool because the lights were so dark and no one could see your actual face,” you quip back.

“Aw, don’t be like that. Dim light looks good on me,” Taehyung says, pouting.

You scoff, forcing a chuckle from your throat. “Sure thing, Drummer Boy.”

“Well, Not Interested, I’m pretty impressed that you managed to show up to another one of my gigs. Thought I couldn’t trust flute players,” Taehyung says, the drink giving him this warm glow to his face.

“My friend didn’t get a chance to meet you guys last time, so she dragged me here again,” you explain, trying to get the message across that you most certainly Did Not Come For Him. “Don’t think you’re so special.”

“I kind of am, don’t you think?” Taehyung asks. “Special enough to warrant a return from the girl who isn’t interested.”

“I didn’t come here for you.”

“You got me anyway.”

Oh, he’s so unbearable. Unbearably cocky, unbearably flirty, unbearably cute. Wait, what?

“Don’t you have another person to try and charm?” You ask him, a little flustered that he’s got the perfect response to every single one of your comments. “Or am I the unlucky one?”

“I’m not trying to sleep with you. I just wanna get to know you a bit better. You’re an interesting one, Not Interested,” Taehyung says as he looks you up and down. “And not in a bad way.”

“Never met many flute players that wear leather jackets and take shit from nobody?”

“You’re the first one, believe it or not.”

“I’m in shock,” You deadpan.

“Do you have an actual name I can call you by, or is Not Interested satisfactory enough for you?” Taehyung asks, chugging down another gulp of his drink.

“I don’t know, Not Interested has kind of a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” You hum. “Really gets the message across.”

“Believe me, message received,” Taehyung says, and it’s actually quite comforting knowing Taehyung’s not one of those stubborn guys who won’t take no for an answer, not one of those ruthlessly persistent frat boys who just want a quick fuck for the night. He’s accepted your answer and he’s not trying to change it.

“In that case, I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Taehyung repeats, like he’s testing how the name sounds flowing off of his tongue, seeing if it’s suitable for his golden lips to utter. “I think that has a much nicer ring to it.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really,” Taehyung says, leaning over towards you and swirling that fluorescent drink in his hands, eyelids hooded. “You should tell people your name more often. Don’t you want to hear them say it? Moan it?”

There it is, the moodwrecker. Surprisingly enough, Taehyung’s sultry voice doesn’t do much to deter you from talking to him like it normally would if he were, say, a sleazy frat boy. If he keeps it up, it might give him a leg up on the situation.

“Only the right people,” you murmur in response, letting Taehyung lean closer, closer, lips puckering up ever so slightly… before you prod his chest with your pointer finger, pushing him right back into his chair, listening to it skid across the wood.

Taehyung looks sort of winded after that, palm flat on his chest as he catches the breath he didn’t even know he lost. He looks up at you, dazed and stunned, with his mouth open in something akin to shock, perhaps? He runs a hand through that silky brown hair of his, letting his bangs flop over his forehead as they leave contact with his fingers, and he smiles. “Not me, then, I suppose?” He asks you.

“Not yet, I’m afraid,” you say, shrugging apologetically but with a cheeky little grin nonetheless.

“Yet?” Taehyung repeats like it’s a challenge. And it mostly is.

“I’m not partial to anyone in particular, you know,” you inform him.

“Guess I better work a little harder, then,” he replies, and if that isn’t flirting then you’ll never know what is.

It’s simultaneously a relief and a bummer to see Joohyun bouncing towards where you’re seated, steps light and airy despite the fact that, to your knowledge, she hasn’t had anything more to drink. She pauses right before she reaches you, and you don’t realize why until you follow her eyes straight to where they’re gazing, which just so happens to be Taehyung’s smirking face.

“Is that—”

“Taehyung, at your service. Is this your friend, Y/N? The one with good taste?” Taehyung says, and he’s got that flirty vibe to him, the same one that surrounded him when he first spoke to you. It must be second nature, at this point, to see a pretty girl and immediately his brain switches off, replaced by none other than his dick.

“If she’s looking at you, I’d hardly say she’s got good taste,” you mutter. “Though you must probably assume anybody who gives you the time of day has got excellent standards.”

“Do you know him or something, Y/N?” Joohyun asks, positively astounded at the fact that she’s watching the two of you banter like old friends.

“No,” you immediately tell her, “we just met recently.”

“But it feels like I’ve known her for a lifetime.”

God-fucking-damnit, he always has such a perfectly cheesy retort for everything that you say. It’s hard to keep on top with him, but you’ve never been one to back away from a challenge.

“Can’t relate,” you deadpan, shutting him down entirely. “Ready to go, Joohyun?”

“Sure, if that’s okay with Taehyung,” she says, looking awkwardly from you to him was that hesitant lilt to her voice. “If I’m interrupting something…”

“You two ladies have a wonderful rest of your night,” Taehyung says, tipping his head like he’s the lead in a 1920’s silent film. You watch him get up and send you a sneaky wink when he knows you’re gazing at him, and the action alone makes you scoff as you turn your head around.

“You know, I got to talking with Hoseok, he’s one of the guitarists, and apparently he knows Seokjin! Isn’t that cool?” Joohyun exclaims as you’re walking out of the bar, hitting your arm like she always does whenever she’s excited about something. “I had no idea.”

“Seokjin knows Hoseok? How?” Guess the man had more roots to punk music than you thought.

“Apparently they did this guitar thing together back in high school! We’ll have to invite Hoseok to one of our next jazz performances somewhere,” Joohyun says, and the very idea is so entertaining to the both of you that Taehyung and his flirty little self once again get lost in the crannies of your mind.

Taehyung means nothing to you.

Alright, he means something to you. But a very small, insignificant something. It’s got to be the drinks that are compelling you to return to that hazy purple bar, not anything (or anyone) else.

It doesn’t even matter, because this time, when you show up to the bar alone, Taehyung’s band isn’t playing. Not that you’re surprised, especially because you did walk in without any knowledge of his gig schedule, but it is strangely disappointing to not see them setting up on stage, preparing for another performance. Like it was the only thing you were looking forward to.

Well, you’re here now, and you don’t want to practice the flute solo that Joohyun and Seokjin are forcing you to play for the university’s jazz band thing on Friday, so there really is no better way to spend the night other than piss drunk, or at least mildly hammered.

This isn’t a club by any means, which equates to no dance floor for you to embarrass yourself at, thank God. Standing by the counter has always done you well, especially because you can easily see which creepy middle-aged man is trying to flirt with you, so you stick to your spot and let your mind get hazy.

At least you’re a little bit buzzed when you see him. You’ve finished the first glass but it’s not enough to have you on the floor, so while you’re still well aware of your surroundings, your brain is moving a little slower than top speed.

What also is moving a little slower than top speed is Taehyung as he tumbles out of a hallway near the back, where things wait that you don’t want to know about. He’s dizzy and loopy, feet stepping on top of each other, but you’re not paying much attention to that. Your eyes, however foggy they may be, are focused on the girl on his arm, and from her disheveled hair and his lack of balance to the hallway they just emerged from, it’s not very difficult to put two and two together, even for a drunk you.

Guess Taehyung decided to show up after all. Only, sans band. Because that’s a thing.

Well, whatever. He can do what he wants, can’t he? You came here to forget that awful flute solo you absolutely must practice, not for him.

Even so, you can’t help but let your eyes wander their way every now and then (every two seconds, give or take a few) as they drunkenly giggle before the girl is off of his shoulder, blending in with the rest of the desperate bar-goers who thought getting totally fucking zazzed on a Tuesday night would be a good idea. Like you. Like him.

You wonder how on Earth that one-night-stand was so short that it didn’t even last a full night, but that’s a 2AM question for another time. Right now, you’re a bit occupied with the fumbling drunk man who’s approaching you.

“Y/N?” Fumbling drunk man has approached. “What are you doing here?”

“Getting drunk,” you tell Taehyung, grabbing his arm so he can prop himself up on the counter to prevent him from toppling right over, which he very much looks like he’s about to do.

“I did that already,” Taehyung groans, and holy shit, he’s a whiny drunk. This you did not anticipate under every circumstance under the sun. “I wanna do something else.”

“Well, go do something else on that couch over there,” you say. “Like taking a nap, ‘cause you sure as hell need one right now.”

“Naps are boring,” he whines. You turn to the bartender and make a desperate ‘my-sort-of-friend-is-sloppy-drunk-may-I-please-get-some-water’ face, and it has to be a face that that poor bartender has seen often, because within another thirty seconds he’s handing over a fresh, cold glass of ice water.

“Drink this,” you say, shoving the water in Taehyung’s face. “Drink this and then I’m calling an Uber and I’m taking you and your post-sex self back home. Or at least to Hoseok’s place.”

Taehyung whines again, and it’s really not a good look for him when he’s dressed up in all of this black leather and silver chains, but he complies, taking a tiny little sip of water and letting it slowly begin to wash away the taste of vodka on his tongue.

“You know I think you’re pretty, right?” Taehyung slurs.

“Yes, I assumed so, otherwise you wouldn’t keep flirting with me every time you spot me from across the room,” you say, patting his back somewhat soothingly as he continues to lap up the condensation on the glass. There are things you thought you’d see tonight, and things like Taehyung licking all the way around his glass.

“Then why don’t you like me back,” he whines, and it doesn’t really sound like a lovesick puppy question when the words leave his lips. More like a childish complaint, only with sincerity.

“You are so fucking toast,” you mutter to yourself. Before he gets a chance to slur out another soppy sentence, you’re feeling around his body, patting your palms all over his lower torso and jeans so you can find his phone and get the hell out of here. Taehyung, ever the romantic, takes the gesture a different way.

“What’s this for, Y/N?” He murmurs, and you’d find it totally off-putting if the mood wasn’t ruined by the redness of his face.

“For you to shut the hell up,” you order, locating the device and pressing down on the Home button, commanding Siri’s attention. You manage to get Hoseok on the line, poor guy, awake at 2AM on a Tuesday.

“Taehyung? What are you calling me for now?”

“It’s not Taehyung, it’s Taehyung’s temporary guardian. Um, he’s totally hammered and I need to get him back to his place or yours or just… someone’s, so could you give me an address?”

You end up dropping Taehyung off at Hoseok’s doorstep (“There’s no way Taehyung would have remembered his own apartment key”, said Hoseok when you asked), watching him tumble out of the Uber and forcing him upright so he at least looks somewhat presentable for Hoseok at 2AM.

“Thanks for doing this,” Taehyung mutters as his head crashes onto your shoulder, making you jump at the sudden contact.

“'S my job,” you say, shrugging him as you buzz what you really hope is Hoseok’s apartment. “Someone’s gotta take care of you.”

Hoseok opens the door almost instantaneously, bags under his eyes prominent, but he’s awake and prepared to resolve all of Taehyung’s drunk problems for the next however many hours.

“You both look like wrecks,” Hoseok deadpans when he sees the both of you, and the statement is hardly far from the truth. Taehyung is a messy, whiny drunk and you were given the daunting task of making sure he doesn’t die, so neither of you are really up to par on your appearances at the given moment.

“Him more than I,” you say, pushing Taehyung towards Hoseok. He stumbles over to his band mate, grabbing onto the man’s shoulders for support so he doesn’t collapse. “At least he didn’t pass out.”

“I’ll sober him up. Taehyung doesn’t get super drunk like this very often, so I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Hoseok promises. “You’re…?”

“Y/N,” you finish with a yawn.

“Y/N…” Hoseok says, like the name rings a bell. “Oh, I know! You play with Seokjin, in your jazz band.”

“Only sometimes,” you insist, not trying to let the heathens of jazz band tarnish your good first-chair-concert-flutist name. “Just when they need me to.”

“You’re doing that show on Friday, right? I’m gonna try and come, catch up with Seokjin,” Hoseok says, and he’s doing quite a fine job of both holding Taehyung up with his entire body and maintaining a nice, un-awkward conversation with you.

“Oh, well I guess I’ll see you there, then,” you say, turning to walk down his front steps and find another way home, the Uber having long gone.

“Wait, Y/N,” Taehyung calls out, and oh no, oh God, this is gonna be some romance movie shit and you are entirely unprepared for it, especially with how rapid your heartbeat has become with his eyes on you. You turn around hesitantly, already internally wincing, only to see Taehyung looking both longingly and apologetically your way. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

The night is quiet, even in this city, but your heart is loud and it rings in your ears, over and over.

By Friday, you’ve got your solo down to a science. Or at least, most of it. It’s probably fine, since you aren’t being judged and are just doing this performance for the hell of it, a good chance for you to practice should you ever decide to join the barbarians of jazz band. Which you will not be doing, but Joohyun tried her very best.

The venue is this outdoors-y picnic area, but it’s been totally decked out for the music festival you’re participating in, a gathering of the community for some good times and good music. You’re surprised to see that Taehyung’s band isn’t on the list, though Hoseok did tell you he’d show up as a part of the audience, rather than the performers. Suppose the rest of the members had this day off to do whatever they want, a music festival not at the top of their radars.

You feel so out of place with the jazz band, though you often do as the only uninitiated True Jazz Member, with your tiny little flute case in comparison to their heavy bass drum boxes and huge baritone saxophone cases. It’s like walking into a classroom where everyone has at least four notebooks and two three-ring binders, and you’re the one with a simple folder and a pencil. You belong, but not really.

“You ready to go?” Joohyun asks, and she’s running off of that pre-performance high, all bubbly before the set.

“I couldn’t be any more ready,” you say, shrugging as you tug on your black jacket. There’s no dress code for this thing, but your university’s jazz band has a thing for black and white because they have no originality, so that’s what you’re wearing.

“Great! We’re on in three,” she exclaims.

Three minutes goes by, somehow, too quickly and not quick enough, and suddenly you’re seated right by the bari sax player with your flute resting awkwardly in your lap, fingers mindlessly tapping the keys as the announcer introduces you. It’s not the solo you’re worried about, since you could probably fuck up about 18 times and no one in the crowd would really notice, not unless they were a Music Professional, it’s more the fact that you know Hoseok is out there somewhere, sitting in the crowd and waiting for you.

You finally spot him, in the middle of the hubbub, but what has your eyes widening is the fact that Taehyung is right next to him, a lopsided grin on his face that totally juxtaposes his all black getup. He doesn’t see that you’ve noticed him from that far away, and thank God, because suddenly your heart is thumping against your chest and you don’t think you’ll be able to calm it down before you have to go up to the mic and do your solo.

Before you know it, the band is starting and the music is in full swing, Seokjin opening up with a sick couple of chords before the rest of the members join in, every beat in sync. It’s pretty easy to let yourself get drowned out by the rest of the instruments, especially those goddamn trumpets, but the alarms are going off in your brain, reminding you that Taehyung is very much here and very much about to hear you solo.

The clock ticks down with each song until it’s the ballad that they all forced you to solo for, and you let your body run on autopilot as your feet bring you towards the mic as the piano part begins, both in dynamics and in instruments. You allow yourself one more look Taehyung’s way, and he’s watching you with the stage lights reflected in his irises.

One deep breath, and you’re closing your eyes, letting yourself feel your way through the music. You’ve practiced this solo dozens of times, it’s practically muscle memory at this point, and maybe you do hit a wrong F# in the middle of it somewhere, but other than that it’s flawless and fast, even if you’re performing a ballad. Jazz flute solos are always weird because they’re soft but meant to be spruced up a bit so they don’t sound like classical music, but you execute yours with ease.

It’s muscle memory that drags you back to your seat once the solo has ended, and out of the corner of your eye you can see Taehyung applauding from his seat, a little smirk etched on his face, and even though you’re no longer in the spotlight your heart still pounds, slowly beating its way out of your chest.

With the big hullabaloo over, the set finishes in what feels like a total breeze, letting the jazz consume you as Seokjin takes a killer solo during the last song that makes everyone lose their damn minds. People just have a thing for guitar players, especially handsome ones.

Once you finish your final song and shuffle off the stage, sweaty and still bouncing from that adrenaline rush, Seokjin gives you a great big hug.

“I’m proud of you, Y/N. Your solo was fantastic,” Seokjin says. “Best flute solo I’ve ever heard.”

“Aren’t I the only flute soloist?”

“And that makes you the best.”

“Y/N!” Joohyun shrieks, wrapping her arms around you from behind as she nearly picks you up, toes almost off of the ground. “You were fantastic! You totally have to join jazz next year.”

“Over my dead body,” you retort back. Concert band is your one and only home.

When you’ve packed away all of your instruments and are free to roam, you end up losing Joohyun somewhere in the festivities, leaving you alone with Seokjin, who just so happens to drag you to Hoseok, who happens to be attending the festival with Taehyung. He’s always the endgame, goddamnit.

“Seokjin!” Hoseok shouts when he sees the taller boy, pulling him in for one of those grab-hands-then-pat-each-other-on-the-back-unceremoniously bro hugs. “You sounded killer. You should come practice with the band.”

“I don’t know if the punk life is for me,” Seokjin says, chuckling, but you stop paying attention to their conversation there, too distracted with a certain someone striding his way over to you, hands stuffed casually in the pockets of his ripped black jeans.

“Sounded good, flute player,” Taehyung says. “We should practice together, someday. Have one of those solo-offs.”

You scoff. “Please, I’d beat you in that so hard you’d get whiplash.”

“I see what you did there.”

You shoot a finger gun his way. It’s nice to see he’s got the same taste in movies as you.

“I’m serious, though. You’ll, uh, you’ll have to teach me a couple things on the flute,” Taehyung says, a hand flying up to rub the nape of his neck, chains clinking with the movement. “You looked badass up there.”

“Only if you’ll show me how to drum like a professional,” you bargain, a sly grin growing on your lips. “Is that a deal?”

“Deal,” Taehyung agrees with a firm nod of his head. “Is that a date?”

And honestly, what do you have to lose with him? He already makes your heart race more than you care to admit. “Deal.”

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[sugakookiessss]

tagged by @01bri . thank you so much!!!

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

LAST:

1. Drink: peach green tea from starbucks 2. Phone call: my mom 3. Text message: my friend viviana bc i was telling her about this old lady giving me the stink-eye for blasting celia cruz out the car lol 4. Song you listened to: tequila by g.soul

5. Time you cried: last night over how good haechan looked in cherry bomb (REBLOG IF YOU AGREE LMAO)

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: nope, and wouldnt want to. if we broke up we gonna stay broken up lol 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: havent kissed anyone 8. Been cheated on: nope 9. Lost someone special: yes, sadly 10. Been depressed: yup, but i think my depression is well handled now 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nah man, im a child of jesus 

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: maroon/crimson, forest green, & dusty rose

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: yes! 16. Fallen out of love: lol, never been in love 17. Laughed until you cried: every damn day lmao 18. Found out someone was talking about you: mhm, and i shut that shit down real quick. dont mess with a cuban/italian lmao 19. Met someone who changed you: my friend caleb 20. Found out who your friends are: yes, and im glad i have. i dont need any more negativity in my life 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i think pretty much all of them except for like 5 or so 23. Do you have any pets: i have a cat named sammi and he is the spawn of satan LMFAO 24. Do you want to change your name: i used to when i was little because i thought it was boring, but now i really like and appreciate it 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: i went out with two friends for lunch, and then we blasted suavemente and danced in the best buy parking lot at like 10:30 at night XD 26. What time did you wake up: around 1:30pm. it wouldve been later but my mom said she brought home mcdonalds lol 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: facetiming my friend viviana and crying over how good haechan looked in the cherry bomb mv 28. Name something you can’t wait for: GRADUATION!!!!!!! SENIOR YEAR BITCHES LETS MAKE IT GOOD 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: like 5 mins ago lol

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: bring my friend caleb back 31. What are you listening to right now: myself typing this long ass q&a post lmfao 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: idk probably 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: ignorant and uneducated people like ughhhhhh 34. Most visited websites: probably youtube, my online course website, and buzzfeed bc i love to procrastinate by doing a quiz when i should be doing my classes lol

35. Mole/s: i have like 3 on my neck ( 2 of them are close together so it looks like a vampire bite, i know its dope asf lmao) 36. Mark/s: i have a bunch of beauty marks/freckles all over my body, plus scars on my legs for being a complete idiot as a kid who thought she was fucking superman at the playground XD 37. Childhood dream: to become a marine biologist, or go to hogwarts (idgaf about marine biology anymore, but im still pressed i never got my acceptance letter to hogwarts) 38. Hair color: naturally blonde, but its dyed to a redish-brown now 39. Long or short hair: medium-long hair 40. Do you have a crush on someone: nope, all the boys at my school crusty asf 41. What do you like about yourself: my sense of humor, my sass and wittiness (basically my personality in general), and my eyes 42. Piercings: 2 on each lobe 43. Blood type: idk but i think its AB 44. Nickname: tori and grandpa lol 45. Relationship status: single and an independent woman who dont need no man 46. Zodiac: taurus/gemini cusp 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: rupauls drag race, and impractical jokers

49. Tattoos: none yet, but when i turn 18 next year im getting one for my bday and more down the line

50. Right or left hand: leftie! 51. Surgery: none, thank jisoos 52. Hair dyed in different color: shit my hair has been the whole fucking rainbow lmfao. ive dyed it red, magenta, pastel pink, dark blue, red/brown, and purple.

53. Sport: i used to play volleyball and basketball but i ended up breaking my ankle so its difficult to run around now (also im a lazy piece of shit too lmao) 55. Vacation: i just recently went to savannah, ga & washington d.c to see some family (me and my cousin binge watched the harry potter series the whole time it was lit) 56. Pair of trainers: im guessing we talking about sneakers. the only nice ones i got are my adidas, the rest are like converse and keds lol

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: i had sushi for dinner. blessed the fuck up 58. Drinking: peach green tea from starbucks lol 59. I’m about to: finish working on my english project (kill me pls) 61. Waiting for: monsta x first win (wow i love triggering myself) :) 62. Want: PEOPLE TO STOP SLEEPING ON MONSTA X SO THEY CAN GET THEIR FIRST WIN FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORLD ASDFGHJKLDKDFK 63. Get married: i dont think i want to get married bc i dont like feeling like im held down. maybe when im on the verge of becoming a crazy cat lady i’ll reconsider lol

64. Career: music producer, psychologist, or private investigator

65. Hugs or kisses: i dont really have a preference but i guess hugs 66. Lips or eyes: EYES! 67. Shorter or taller: i would like someone taller than me idk just bc

68. Older or younger: older, but not by too much. i think the max would be like 5 years older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: IM A SUCKER FOR SOME NICE ARMS LIKE SDJSDLKNAFGK;FKFd 71. Sensitive or loud: LOUD. i cant have someone too sensitive it would drive me insane. i have a really strong personality, so if you sensitive as shit you’d probably cry just bc i looked at you lmfao 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: probably somewhere in the middle. i dont want someone who is too scared/hesitant to do anything fun, but i dont want someone who will put me in a lot of bad situations. just a little mischievous lol

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: nope 75. Drank hard liquor: possbily vodka oF COURSE I HAVENT I AM A CHILD OF JESUSSSSSSSS 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: my grandma freaking threw my glasses in the trashcan when i asked her to hold them while i went to play basketball with my neighbor 77. Turned someone down: many times lmao 78. Sex on the first date: no 79. Broken someone’s heart: possibly idk 80. Had your heart broken: by my biases bc they dont know i exist :’) 81. Been arrested: nah, and lets keep it that way lol 82. Cried when someone died: of course, im not that heartless 83. Fallen for a friend:i dont think i have

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: 100% 85. Miracles: no

86. Love at first sight: lmfao no 87. Santa Claus: when i was little 88. Kiss on the first date: depends

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: ayszha 91. Eye color: hazel 92. Favorite movie:harry potter and the order of the pheonix

NOW, TAG 20 PEOPLE:

@won-markiepooh-woo @joshuahxng-kong @owopinky @echoayszha @puppyoongs @shownu-the-muscles @skittleluver101 @trollintraining @blockbyung @u-r-my-bias @puervy @tahyungs @jinn1e @min-yoongle @ole-dole-peaches @minyoong-ii @spidermalfoy11 @johnnys-hypewoman @sunshine-hoseok @joishua

(pretty much just tagged my mutuals. you dont have to do this if you dont want to, and if i didnt tag you and you would like to do this tag go right ahead!)

[ronansparrishes]

I was tagged to answer all of these questions!!

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

more milk than cereal

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

yes i don’t like to be super warm ever 

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

usually sticky notes that i write things on about the book or like lists of stuff that i have due that week

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

i take tea with nothing in it and coffee with lots of sugar and cream 

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

yeah my teeth are a little weird

6: do you keep plants?

yep! i have two cacti, richie and nini

7: do you name your plants?

see above lmao 

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

i’m a writer

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

i literally never stop singing lmao but yeah i do

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

back or stomach

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?

“I have to microwave this” anytime anything is awkward 

12: what's your favorite planet?

saturn 

13: what's something that made you smile today?

i had a nice talk with a girl from my history class and this guy from my shakespeare class last semester, like we sat on the benches outside of this building for an hour and a half

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

plants and paper everywhere lmao 

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

space is... big

16: what's your favorite pasta dish?

alfredo which im eating right now

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

like a reddish color

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

calling the musical oklahoma ‘kansas’ 

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

i have one but i barely write in it lmao

20: what's your favorite eye color?

i don’t have one

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

my like briefcase bag thing that i used for like 3+ years and the strap was broken but i kept using it

22: are you a morning person?

yeah i guess, like i get up early every day for class and im usually pretty awake and functioning 

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

read fanfiction and watch musicals

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

b, corinne

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into?

i dont think i ever have 

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

my black knock off vans from target

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?

anything fruity

28: sunrise or sunset?

sunset

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

b always leaves me sticky notes and they’re always so cute

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

yeah probably

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

i have so many socks and i never wear matching ones and my dad gets mad when i buy more socks

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

idk me and b used to stay up real late with JM and send each other dumb memes

33: what's your fave pastry?

anything with peanut butter

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

violet, she was like a tiny purple weasel thing...

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

YES I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I COLLECT CUTE STATIONARY 

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?

the front bottoms

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

i clean my room every sunday usually

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

everything my stupid roommate does

39: what color do you wear the most?

black or red

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?

i don’t wear jewelry

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?

the raven cycle series!

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

we live right next door to a coffeehouse, it’s not my fave but i spend a lot of time there. it’s student run so it’s kinda shitty lol

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

probably b

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

right now, sitting in the kitchen with my friends

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

yes

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

im too lazy, ask ali

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

onions

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

clowns, probably

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

i buy kpop CDs lol u, i gotm lemonade for christmas from my friend

50: what's an odd thing you collect?

socks

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

b - hey thanks by the wonder years

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

the one making fun of student athletes 

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

all of them but pulp fiction, i like rocky horror and heathers a lot

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

i don’t.... know...

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point?

spent 5 days not talking to any of my friends

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

when they’re funny 

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

i’m not going to but if i did i would dramatically reenact it

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

im both. bet

59: what's your favorite myth?

anything greek

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

yeah, i like bukowski

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received?

everything i give is dumb, also one time veronica got me a slinky for christmas and i was so mad

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

apple!! 

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

i organize by letter 

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

black, it’s night

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with?

corinne or my friend mason

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

BLACK

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

like kind of at peace and calm

68: what's winter like where you live?

cold as fuck and lots of snow

69: what are your favorite board games?

clue!!!! idk a bunch 

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

fuck no i dont fuck with that

71: what's your favorite kind of tea?

chamomile 

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?

no i have a really good memory

73: what are some of your worst habits?

biting my nails, being generally awful 

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

egg

75: tell us about your pets!

i have none :(

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?

sleeping lol i have to be up at 5:30

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

yellow lemonade

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

HATECLUB

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

make me a mix CD

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

at school and at home they’re both white, but they’re covered in posters of things i like, like monsta x and the x files

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

egg

82: are/were you good in school?

yeah i usually get all A’s, school/academics are super important to me and i’ve always been good at them

83: what's some of your favorite album art?

any front bottom’s cover

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

yes! the phrase “a miracle of moving parts” 

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

nah but i watch daredevil

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

yeah, lemonade. and so many others

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

ferris bueller’s day off, all the LOTR, les mis

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

dadaism lmao

89: are you close to your parents?

not my mom but i’ve live with my dad since i was 15, he’s like my best friend probably 

90: talk about your one of your favorite cities.

i really love Nuremberg when i was there. it was so nice and beautiful yet still modern?? but there were furries everywhere lmao

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

around PA and maybe jersey and new york, nowhere major tho

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

so much

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most?

hair down, pin straight bc that’s how it drys 

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

ummmmmmmmmm idk im bad at this lmao

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

newspaper layout

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

no i like never do

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

INFJ, cancer, gryffindor

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

with dallas last spring break probably lmao no i hate hiking 

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

we don’t eat by james vincent mcmorrow or something like that

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

future. forget the past lmao