#but seriously the night sky anywhere in this game is my favourite thing

[saephrond]

"— Behold! The glittering jewels of Varda. Their light shepherds those who wander, and comforts those who dream.

[hacked-by-jake]

Hey Ho! :D

You will always find this post in my blog description.🥰

(Well, since there’s not really much information about me, here’s a post of things you’ve been interested in and some facts about me.)

(Thanks to the Anon for the motivation to do this here! <3)

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So, Hi! You can call me HBJ! I don’t want to mention my real name and age here. 😁

I started publishing my fanfictions here on Tumblr a little over a year ago and haven’t left since. xD

My mother tongue is not English, I am from Germany. So if you find some mistakes, please excuse it, I’m doing my best and still learning. <3

I honestly have no idea what to write here so, have fun, if anyone reads through this here. 😂 At least that’s a little bit of me. :D

>The Ask Box is always open. So feel free to ask a question if you are interested (but I want to warn you, I am not answering everything, but I will let you know in this case) < <3

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Let's start! ❤️🌹🎭

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First of all 10 Random Facts about me. This was asked by an anon. Here is the original post.

I’m a giant nerd, there’s no place in my room that’s not full of merchandise.

I prefer to read stories that are self-published, for example here on Tumblr or on other sites, rather than real books.

I have a problem with jackets, I have tons of them.

I usually dye my hair according to the colors of characters I like.It all started with green/purple - because of the Joker. And the last color I have at the moment is all green because of Joker / Loki from Marvel (Oups)

Almost all tattoos I have are about fictional characters (also Oups)

No one, really nobody knows what books/stories I read because that’s something very private to me.

I listen to music 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

Also, it’s hard for me / I don’t like to talk about the music I listen to because this is very intimate for me for some reason.

When I watch a series, it’s at least 2 times behind each other, sometimes more often. But never just once.

Films that I watch for the first time and that excite me, I watch every second that I have time. When the movie is over, I start again unless there are several parts. But then I always watch my favorite one 500 times.

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Random questions from you.

(Asked by @procrastinatingrobin) -One place that you'd like to travel at least once in your life?

---- One of my biggest wishes is (what a cliché xD) New York. For example the “Joker Stairs”, which is one of my biggest dreams. *-*

I would love to travel to a lot of locations from my favorite movies/series.🤭

America in general is a dream for me (a German potato 😂😅).

But there are so many beautiful places to which I want to go. For example, I would love to travel to Tenerife. I know someone who lives there and every time I see pictures I get very jealous. xD

Unfortunately, I’m incredibly afraid of flying, so if that doesn’t improve, I’ll never get anywhere near these places.😫😂😂

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(Asked by Anon) How many tattoos do you have?😄

I love tattoo questions. 😂🤭At the moment I have eleven tattoos🥰

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(Asked by Anon) -What's your favorite animal?

Hmmm I don’t really know, I think they are dogs because I have a dog now. *-* But to be honest, turtles are so cool.🤔 My brother has a turtle named: Schiggy (based on Pokémon)🤭

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(Asked by Anon) -The stupidest thing that ever happened to you?

Ohhh hahaha there I have something good!😅Story Time with Hbj xD

Okay: As some might know, I’m a big fan of The Joker by DC.🃏Well, in 2019, the Joker movie with Joaquin Phoenix came to the cinemas and I was at the cinema premiere with my best friend. And the movie was absolutely amazing. I really wanted to watch the movie again..Aaaaand I was lucky because my best friend’s boyfriend also wanted to see the movie in the cinema so I went back to the cinema 5 days later to watch the movie again. I was so excited and so extremely happy that I trembled and could not stand still. xD And for these two reasons, I accidentally dropped my not really old phone. It just fell straight down on the stones in front of the cinema and the display was completely broken..Well, what can I say? I needed a new one.. 😂😅But the movie was still fantastic!😍🤭This is actually one of the stupidest things that ever happened to me. xD

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(Asked by @kyras-things) What are the little things that make your day happiest?

Oh that’s a really nice question! *-*Well, I have really little things that can make me happy. :)-It is enough for me when I wake up tomorrow and see my merchandise shelf😅 (This is right in front of my bed)This is for most something really small but for me really great and makes me happy. <3Other things are music, stroking my dog, messages on my phone, my hair color, my tattoos, when the sun is shining in the morning, coffee, riding longboard and of course (yes this is my absolute serious and not only so therefore said) tumblr and thus at the same time Duskwood. 💕I think these are the most important things. 🤭All I need is to see something that matters to me.😅🥰

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(Asked by @leetjep) Seriously....Do you ever sleep?

Very rarely😂 Last time I slept was in fall.😂

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(Asked by Anon) Ios or android?

Only related to the phone: Android.Yes, I stand by it!😂

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(Asked by @booklover-01040) Hello!I was wondering have you got any paranormal or creepy experiences? If no, then a nightmare that you will never forget.

Hey Ho! In fact, I haven’t experienced any paranormal things. Which is probably also because I don’t believe in that and I’ve found a rational cause for everything so far. (Important: I don’t believe in it, but I don’t say it doesn’t exist, I don’t want anyone to feel attacked)

And a nightmare I’ll never forget? In fact, I can’t think of any one. There’s a dream I’ve have since I was a kid: It’s about two little wolves trying to eat me. xD And I can even tell where that came from.

The movie to blame for this is: Twilight xD

Yep… When I first watched this movie, I was way too young, and as a child I was always very anxious. Just such things and horror movies in general were terrible for me (today it is actually no longer so) (Even the dream is no longer bad today and yet it has a bitter aftertaste of childhood.)

In any case, I was much too young and that did not let me go back then. xD But a really unsettling dream I had was: Well.. Do you know the Pink Panther? 😂

I once dreamed that the Panther “chased” me through an endless long corridor. It was an endless corridor in pink with countless doors. He sang the theme song and threw clocks at me…😅 And that went on all night until I woke up.

(This, by the way, had a trigger too. A German song (the rapper only took the melody of the title music and wrote his own lyrics. The text isn’t really cool though and that’s the reason)

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(Asked by @dreamer-writer-fangirl) What color is your hair?

Well, at the moment my hair is green🤭

Check HERE and HERE for pictures.

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(Asked by Anon) Is your brother younger or older than you?🤗

My brother is older than me.🥰

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(Asked by Anon) Do you have a nickname?

Yes, actually I have one. I can even say it because it has nothing to do with my real name. :D But please don’t laugh at me. 😂Well, I have the loving nickname: Little Onion. yep…My mom gave me that name for some reasons. 😂

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(Asked by Anon) some information about your dancing?😄 you mentioned it a few days ago💃

Yeah, well, I danced for 13 years, in different groups, also several groups at the same time. :D It was the hip hop/breakdance direction. But at some point I stopped because I didn’t enjoy it in the groups anymore and time was getting tighter. :/ Unfortunately, there was and is no real other groups here, which is why I stopped completely and now only dance for myself and just for fun.🤭

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(Asked by Anon) What's your favourite food ?

Uhhhm, I think everything with pasta is my favorite food.😂 I can eat noodles all day. 🤭🍝🍜Well, and of course, Pizza!🍕Pizza is adorable. 😂

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(Asked by Anon) What type of video games do you like to play?

I don’t really have a favorite type / genre, I don’t play video games that often. I’m actually playing what looks exciting to me without any particular genre or type. 😁🤭

But if I do, I guess I’m the most Nintendo type. So most of the games I play are related to Nintendo. <3

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(Asked by @mirajane01040-duskwoodmemes) Do you play... Minecraft?

I used to play a lot of Minecraft, but nowadays not so much, and if so, then only the mobile version. This is fun for in between and dispels the boredom. I even started building Duskwood several times, but never finished it. xD Well, yes, sometimes I play Minecraft.

Answer a few days later: Yes, I do!

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(Asked by Anon) If you could be a fictional character, who would it be and why?

Oh, there are a few. xDBut the three main characters for me: Evey Hammond because of V for Vendetta. Harley Quinn because of The Joker. And, of course, my MC because of Jake. 🤭I know, very superficial reasons but I hope they are enough for you, because these are the main reasons xD 😅🤭

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(Asked by Anon) Hey hbj i'm curiousFamily or a career? 😋

I choose the career.🤭 After that, there is still enough time, and who says that not both work?😉

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(Asked by Anon) do you like alcohol?🍷

No, absolutely no. Not a little bit.

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(Asked by Anon) What is your favorite drink?

If I don’t drink coffee, I only drink sparkling water, my entire life. I very rarely drink something different. Water for life! 🧊

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Either/or questions from you.

(Asked by @duskwood-legacies) -What would you rather see, Northern Lights or sky lanterns?

That’s easy for me🤭 Northern Lights! If you ask me.. that is magical! *-* (Well, unless it’s like “Tangled” and I get a Flynn Rider.. then sky lanterns xD)

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(Asked by @duskwood-legacies) -Strawberries or raspberries?

Definitely: Strawberries🍓 *-*

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(Asked by@duskwood-legacies) Do you prefer angst or fluff?

I think it depends on the general mood I’m in.🤔 I think the best is angst with happy ending.😁

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(Asked by@duskwood-legacies) Milk or cereal first?

Obviously: Cereal first! 😂🥣

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(Asked by @justubi) Would you rather have a nosy neighbor pr noisy neighbor?

Unfortunately, I have both. xD But if I could choose, I would opt for the noisy neighbor as I wear headphones all day anyway.😂

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(Asked by @justubi) Would you rather be poor but love your job or rich but absolutely hate your job?

One hundred percent and without having to think about: poor and love my job!I could never have a job I don’t like. This is a real horror imagination for me😂

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(Asked by @kyras-things ) Prefer to write fanfics or read them?

Oh that’s a really hard question for me! 🤔 I can’t really make up my mind, but I think I’d rather read than write myself. With stories of others I can better dive into another world and relax. 🤭Because when I write, five hundred other thoughts always fly around in my head and I have to decide how to write something etc.I love writing but sometimes I wish I only had to think about a story and it would be written on a sheet right away. xD <3

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(Asked by @leetjep) Would you rather have one eye in the middle of your head or two noses?

I take the eye in the middle of my head. 😂Then I would make the Jake eye as a tattoo around it, which would be really cool.🤭

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(Continues on new asks)

[cherryrogers]

➸ call me baby {2/3}

SUMMER NIGHTS

pairing: bucky barnes x reader | biker au

warnings: swearing, violence, implied smut, mainly fluff.

word count: 7.8k

synopsis: Returning to Brooklyn for the summer after a year of travelling from city to city, you hadn’t expected to find your best friend, Peggy Carter, hopelessly in love with a biker. And when she decided to introduce you to the rest of his club, you hadn’t expected to fall for one either. That was until you met one with pretty eyes and a habit of calling you baby.

series masterlist

a/n: ok so this has turned into a three part series!! the next part will likely be a bit shorter, but i wanted to wrap up the story properly and i felt that needed it’s own separate part. i’m gonna post a masterlist for this series tomorrow, and i might write some drabbles for this fic to add to it once it’s finished if anyone has any hc/drabble ideas they’d like to send in?? i need to stop rambling so much lmao,,, please enjoy!!

Sunsets; consisting of an array of warm tones, reds and oranges bleeding into each other, casting a dim, natural light over cities before the artificial yellow beaming of street lamps lit up the world instead. A comforting reminder that every bad day eventually ends, but a sad reminder that every perfect day ends too.

In your case, they’d been unsettling ends to a continuous string of perfect days. And following those, a bright sunrise poured light through your windows every morning, indicating that you were one day closer to the end of the summer.

Currently, the deep, warm sky was the background of a blissful ride through the city. Perched on the back of Bucky’s motorcycle, your arms enveloping his waist, fingertips grazing lightly over his stomach through his shirt. No destination in particular; just an excuse to be close to one another.

Since the night at Wanda’s bar, the night where you simply let yourself begin to feel for Bucky, things had been different. Better.

Rides around the city were a frequent occurrence, usually happening when Bucky offered to take you home on his bike, but taking the long way back to enjoy the view and the feeling of you next to him for a short while longer.

It was therapeutic, tranquil. Well, until your road rage got the best of you.

“Dude, it’s a green light,” You shouted at the car in front you. “Green means go, didn’t you learn that in kindergarten?”

“Christ, you realise you’re yellin’ straight in my ear, right?”

“Sorry, Buck,” You patted his chest apologetically, before proceeding to yell once again. “Not my fault some people don’t know how traffic lights work!”

It was entertaining to Bucky, anyway. Even if it did earn you some middle fingers, which you gladly returned.

As the sky began to lose its vibrant hue, the two of you headed back in the direction of your place, definitely your least favourite part of the ride, but you savoured it nevertheless.

You were friends. Teasing each other incessantly because you just bounced off one another like that, but you often found yourself gravitating towards him. During meals at the clubhouse, you sat in the same spot as you did when you entered the place for the first time; right next to Bucky. While that likely meant for Steve and Peggy that they were in for a painful time, consisting of them slowly losing their patience with you both, they didn’t mind. Well, they did a little.

It’d been almost two hours since you started your game of Monoply. You weren’t sure if you were anywhere near the end of the game, but everyone was still pretty into it. Clint and Sam were paired up as a team, Steve and Peggy shared the little top-hat token, you and Bucky had the wheelbarrow, and Natasha had the car. She claimed she worked better when was on her own team, which was proved to be true by the fact she was winning.

It was Steve and Peggy’s turn to roll, and their top hat was moved to land on the ‘Boardwalk’ space.

“Oh, that’s our space!” You chirped. “Pay up, my dudes.”

“_____, you don’t have a house on that space.”

“Well, could you pass me one? I want this space.”

“You have to buy one.”

“Then I’ll buy one.”

Peggy sighed. “It’s not your turn, you can’t buy a house. Your token isn’t even on that space.”

You furrowed your brows, turning to Bucky. Maybe you should’ve read the rules before playing; you’d never actually played Monoply before. “Oh. That kinda sucks then.”

After a moment, Bucky reached over to the little bag of houses, picking one out and placing it on the Boardwalk space.

“Buck, that’s cheating.” Steve glared at his friend, who only shrugged innocently.

“She’s never played before, let her just have the damn house.”

“You’re only sayin’ that ‘cause she’s on your team, jerk.”

Bucky just shrugged again, turning to shoot you a wink as you smirked in satisfaction and placing your little house on the space, missing Steve and Peggy sharing a look of annoyance as they passed a pile of yellow bills over to you.

It was safe to say the two of you weren’t allowed to play as a team during board games anymore. Natasha always won the games anyway, so it’s not like you and him cheating made much of a difference.

You thought things were moving smoothly with Bucky. You knew that you liked him, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he already knew that — it was pretty fucking obvious at this point. But it would be a rather dumb move to escalate things even if you wanted to. The summer would be over in two months, one third of it was already gone, and you would be too by the beginning of September. Naively, you’d told yourself that you simply wouldn’t take things further. Easy enough, right?

Wrong; so very wrong. You’d proved to yourself that you seriously needed to stop acting impulsively on one fateful after a day spent at the clubhouse.

You’d been about to leave, but had decided to head off to the office where Bucky had been pretty much all evening while everyone else was out in the backyard, which was odd considering you would’ve assumed he’d be the last to not spend the night drinking beer and hanging out with friends over, well, anything else.

You knocked loudly on the door, hearing shuffling and the clicking of a computer keyboard before a quiet ‘come in’ followed. Furrowing your brows, you stepped into the room, eyes landing on the biker slumped in the chair at the desk, forcing a small smile. Did he really think your were that oblivious?

“You’ve been hiding in here all night,” You approaches the desk, crossing your arms over your chest. “Is there something you wanna share with the class?”

Bucky’s eyes flickered between the computer screen and your face, before he shook his head. “Just dealin’ with club stuff.”

“Hm, and what counts as club stuff?”

“It’s stuff you don’t need to worry about.”

You scoffed. “Huh, what happened to not doing stuff you shouldn’t be? Not getting into trouble?”

“Do you ever mind your own business?” Bucky questioned bluntly, though there was a smirk tugging at his lips.

Mirroring his expression, you leaned against the desk next to him. “Not when someone is clearly trying to hide something.

The biker bit the inside of his cheek, contemplating for a few moments. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you. Sure, he’d only known you around a month now, but you were... his friend. A good friend. He just didn’t want you mixed up in anything dangerous. Steve wasn’t lying when he said that the club tried to stay out of trouble, because they definitely didn’t go out of their way to get into shitty situations. But if they needed to get their hands a little dirty to deal with clubs that thrived off trouble, then so be it.

Eventually, Bucky sighed, moving a hand back over his computer mouse and letting the screen light up again. Crinkling your brows, your eyes scanned the screen. He’d been looking at a map of Brooklyn, and the little red location pointer was pinned onto a warehouse downtown.

“Peter Parker, he’s just a kid. Parents died when he was barely five, lost his uncle a few years back. He lives at home with his aunt in Queens since he’s still in school, but we sorta took him in a while ago. The night after his uncle died, Tony found him on the sitting on the curb a few blocks away from here, completely distraught. He managed to talk him down though, and found out he was pretty good with engineering. We said if he wanted, he could help out with fixing bikes and cars at the clubhouse, and he comes by every so often since then.”

You didn’t know Tony that well; he was a little older than the rest of the club, and he lived outside of the clubhouse with his wife, Pepper. You hadn’t met Peter at all, but you trusted Bucky when he said that he was a good kid.

“Last week, he showed up to the here with a busted lip and broken nose. Said that Rumlow and his guys had jumped him, and that they wanted him to do a job for them — collect a weapon shipment from this warehouse.” Bucky nodded towards the screen.

At the mention of Brock Rumlow, you felt your jaw tighten. Thankfully, he’d kept his distance from Wanda’s bar since your last encounter with him, but you were still pissed off about the show he put on there, and there was nothing you regretted more than not jumping over the bar top and kicking him in the balls. Now he’d resorted to threatening a kid and making him do his dirty work?

“So, what’s the plan?”

“Peter’s meant to meet the guy delivering the weapons next week, so I’m gonna take Nat, Sam and Tony down to the warehouse and deal with any of Rumlow’s guys that are nearby.”

Upon seeing your face light up, Bucky chuckled, standing from his seat. “And no, you can’t come.”

“Bucky, I’m not a woman of many talents, but if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s handing people’s asses to them.” You lifted your chin confidently.

“Baby—”

You held a finger up to shush him. “Okay, I know I said that I liked when you call me that, but not now. Brock is the guy that grabbed me, Buck. And the guy that punched you in the face!”

“I know, and we’ll deal with him,” A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Besides, I thought you weren’t part of any club. Can’t do club stuff if you’re not a member.”

“Well, not that I want to... but how would one go about becoming part of your little gang?” You weren’t lying; you definitely did not want to be a damn biker, but you did want the chance to boot Brock Rumlow and his group of dipshits in the face.

“You could become an old lady.” The biker cocked a brow, and you chuckled heartily.

Not that you were up to date with the biker lingo, but you could take a good guess at what being an old lady meant. “Hm, if only there was someone that wanted me to be their old lady.”

Narrowing his eyes, Bucky glanced over your features, waiting for you to laugh and brush the comment off as a joke since the majority of your vocabulary was sarcasm, but you didn’t. The corners of your lips curled up slightly, not teasingly, but softly...

...Until you became painfully aware of the silence that’d fell upon the two of you, and let out a sigh to break it. It was already late when you were supposed to leave, anyway. Now, the dim moonlight was casting shadows outside of the office window, the only source of bright light being the yellow streams from lampposts dotted up and down the quiet street.

“Well, I should get going.” You reluctantly stepped back from him.

“You don’t have to go, you know. Peggy stays overnight when it’s late.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, cause Peggy has a boyfriend that she can share a bed with.”

“Hey, I’ve got a double bed.” Bucky teased, and you’d be lying if you said sleeping next to him in his bed didn’t make you feel a certain type of way.

Though, you definitely wouldn’t let him know that. “You’re stupid, Bucky.”

He shrugged, following you as you continued for the door of the office. “I mean, even if I had a single—”

“I would still not be getting in your bed,” You deadpanned, finishing his sentence for him and promoting the stupidly hot little smirk of his to appear again. “Okay, now I’m leaving. Goodbye, Bucky.”

“I’ll give you a ride.”

“No you will not,” You breathed out a laugh. “There are two bottles of beer on that desk and death isn’t on the cards for me tonight — can’t get rid of me that easily.”

A look of realisation washed over his face, a pink colour tinting his cheeks. Was Bucky Barnes blushing? That was certainly a sight, and what a sight it was.

“S’alright — I don’t wanna get rid of you,” The biker stepped in front of you, dangerously close as your back hit the door. “Not yet, anyway.”

You couldn’t lie; Bucky was hot, he was beautiful. Even when he was being a sarcastic ass, but he was just as much one of them as you were. God dammit, as much as you wanted to slap yourself for letting your insides melt for a guy you didn’t know all that well, you knew that if you didn’t fucking kiss him right this second that you’d regret the hell out of it later.

And so, you did.

You grabbed the collar of the leather jacket he never failed to make an appearance without— or perhaps he just had a lot of leather jackets, though leather jackets didn’t necessarily need washed so it was probably the same jacket— not the time, _____. Carrying on, you swiftly captured his lips with yours, relief washing through you as you felt him react almost immediately. Almost, he definitely wasn’t expecting you to do that.

The kiss was gentle; gentle enough so that you could simply savour the feeling of his lips on yours, the taste a mixture of smoke and minty chewing gum. It was slow, but quick. Bucky didn’t even have the chance to move his hands to your waist before you pulled back, raising your hand to trace his bottom lip with your thumb.

“You still planning on getting rid of me?” You grinned, amused by the biker’s dumbfounded expression.

He laughed breathily after a couple of seconds, nose nudging yours playfully. “Not if you keep kissin’ me like that, baby.”

“Hm, maybe you’ll just get lucky again.” You pushed at his chest softly, letting you step forward and open the door to leave the office.

Bucky let out a scoff. “You’re really just gonna leave? After that?”

You shrugged, cocking a brow. “I mean, I could stay if you let me come with you next week...”

“No chance,” He smiled smugly. “Shut the door on your way out, will you?”

“You know what? I’m never kissing you again.”

“Whatever you say, _____.”

You rolled your eyes at his cocky tone, turning to make your way out of the room. “And I’m leaving the door open!”

“Hm, get home safe.” He called back.

Trying to bite back a smile as you looked over your shoulder back at him, you mouthed a final goodbye and left the office, a rush of feelings suddenly emerging as you stepped out of the clubhouse and onto the street.

You’d just kissed Bucky. You had kissed Bucky. And he had kissed you back. Well, shit.

Did you need to talk about it with him? What it meant for the two of you? Did he just kiss you for the fun of it or did he actually have feelings for you? Ugh. You’d always hated serious conversations, because apparently using sarcasm to cover up actually talking about your feelings was inappropriate and unhealthy. That’s what Peggy always told you, anyway. Perhaps there was no conversation to be had. Bucky could be your summer fling; a couple of months of fun before you were off on your travels again. The only reason he kissed you back might’ve been because he knew you were leaving eventually, which meant he didn’t have to commit to you.

Whatever — you were simply going to go with the flow. If you and Bucky ended up becoming... something more, that would be great. If not, you’d be slightly disappointed, but you’d be out of Brooklyn soon enough to forget about it.

And now, as you tightened your arms around the biker’s waist, you just enjoyed the moment. As someone that rarely stayed in a city for longer than a couple of weeks, enjoying the moment was all that you could do.

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“Pegs, I am working. You can’t just call and ask me this kinda stuff during a shift.”

“I certainly can, especially when I had to hear it first from Steve.”

A strained sign fell from your lips as you leaned against bar, checking that no customers were approaching the counter before you turned your back. “I was gonna tell you, I promise. I didn’t think Bucky was gonna kiss and tell as soon as it happened.”

“I don’t think it was exactly a kiss and tell situation,” Peggy chuckled over the phone. “Steve said it was written all over his face after you’d left the clubhouse.”

Feeling heat rushing to your own face, you lowered your head, hoping no one was observing the bartender getting all embarrassed. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell Peggy about your kiss with Bucky. She was your best friend, of course you wanted to tell her. But considering that you weren’t really sure what direction you and him were going in, you thought perhaps that it’d be better to just keep it between you and him, like a Danny and Sandy situation — if everyone had known about their summer affair, it wouldn’t have been the same.

“Can you... tell him to not question Bucky about it?” You asked. “You told me he’d never been in a proper relationship before and neither have I. I think we need to work out... whatever we are ourselves, you know?”

Since the kiss, you hadn’t had the chance to even see Bucky that much. Wanda had been asking you to work more shifts at the bar because one of your co-workers was going on vacation for two weeks, which you didn’t mind doing. Other than hanging out with Peggy and seeing everyone at the clubhouse, it’s not like you had much better to do. Plus, it meant more money to put towards your travels at the end of the summer. At the rate you were earning and including what you already had saved up, you’d be getting your dream London trip a lot sooner than you’d thought.

“Of course, I understand,” She replied. “_____, I— I don’t want to play devil’s advocate, but have you thought about what’ll happen when summer ends? When you leave Brooklyn?”

The thought had crossed your mind, yes, though it was also pushed to the back of your mind whenever it popped up. In all honesty, you had zero clue what’d happen when you left Brooklyn again.

“Nope,” You said defeatedly. “Do I need to think about that now? What if we don’t even last until the end of summer?”

From the pause in conversation, you could just tell that Peggy knew you were bullshitting. “Okay, I’m going to pretend you did not just say that. You don’t just kiss guys, _____. And Bucky doesn’t get all flushed from kissing any old woman. It’s obvious you two click easily, and I honestly don’t think it’s something that can just end once you leave.”

The girl was right, she was completely right, but you weren’t sure what the hell you were supposed to do. It’s not like you could stay in Brooklyn forever and abandon your travels. That wasn’t who you were; staying wouldn’t be you being true to yourself. You couldn’t throw that away for a man you barely knew, a guy that possibly may not want you anymore after the summer ends, though there was a large part of you that didn’t believe that.

“I can’t talk about this right now, Peggy, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the kiss earlier, everything is just... it’s just confusing,” You rambled, wanting to steer the conversation away from your love life for the night. It was nearing nine o’clock, and with an hour still left of your shift, you didn’t want to waste your energy on a conversation that could be had another time. “Anyway, how is everyone? Has Steve heard from Bucky?”

This night was also the night that poor Peter Parker was meant to be carrying out Rumlow’s dirty work, and Bucky was going to get his club to back off. Well, hopefully. He’d already been punched in the face by that bastard once, you hoped that he’d be able to avoid having that happen again. You’d texted him earlier, telling him to let you know when he was home and safe because you would, in fact, worry about him. He teased you for your concern, but you frankly didn’t care. The fact they were having Peter pick up a weapon shipment implied that they wanted to use them to hurt people, and opposing biker clubs seemed like the type of people they’d target.

“They’ve been out an hour, so they should hopefully be back soon,” Peggy assured you. “We haven’t heard from them yet, though.”

“Right,” You exhaled, a little upset that there was no update from them. The sound of the door opening a few metered behind you reminded you that you were still at work, and that you should probably say goodbye to Peggy for the time being. “I’ve gotta go, Pegs — duty calls. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Alright, darling. Be careful going home.”

With a quiet ‘will do’, you quickly ended the phone call and shoved the device into your jean pocket, turning around to identify the source of the footsteps getting closer to the bar. Well, fuck.

An ugly smirk, scruffy jaw, messy hair — Brock fucking Rumlow was standing right in front of you.

You could’ve laughed, in fact, you did laugh. He was back, even after the embarrassing show he put on last time he was at the bar, and this time, he was alone.

Putting back the glass you’d pulled out from under the bar on instinct, because there was no way you were serving him, you cocked a brow, waiting for him to make the first move.

He slid onto the stool in front of you, the same place he’d sat during his last visit. There was a short silence as his dark eyes roamed your face, before he exhaled heavily. “You not gonna ask for my order?”

“No.” You answered instantly. It looked like he was expecting the cold shoulder from the way he chuckled at your answer.

You wanted to ask what he was doing here, why he wasn’t down at that random warehouse making sure the teenager he manipulated was doing the job correctly, but you didn’t imagine it was a good idea to let on that Bucky was telling you about that sort of stuff. He’d probably try to hurt him as opposed to you, and you didn’t want to put Bucky in any unnecessary shit.

“You know, it’s against the law to refuse service to an innocent customer.”

Clearly, he didn’t know the law at all, but you found it awfully ironic that he was claiming that you were in the wrong side of the law. You cocked your brow higher. “And you’re always abiding by the law, Brock?”

“What makes you think I’m not?” The man narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t know,” You shrugged nonchalantly. “Last time you were here, you were the one assaulting an innocent customer, and me.”

Brock scoffed. “You’re calling Barnes innocent?”

You only stared at him, waiting for an elaboration.

“Do you know where he is right now?”

Yes — dealing with your bullshit and the rest of your gang.

“Enlighten me.”

“A dirty warehouse across town, meeting a dude that’s sellin’ him weapons. Rifles, pistols, you name it.” He leaned forward on his elbows, pursing his lips.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you met his eyes, dark and full of hope that he’d somehow miraculously turned you against Bucky -- he was going to have to try a little harder than that if he wanted to sell his lies.

“Where are the rest of you pals, Brock?”

He furrowed his brows. “Down at the warehouse, shutting down the deal.”

“And why aren’t you with them, hm? I don’t think it’s ‘cause you decided you wanted a drink over the chance to screw Bucky and his club over.”

The guy clearly thought you were oblivious, that you’d be naive enough to believe that Bucky was the one having Peter collect the weapons instead of him. Maybe he thought it’d turn you against him, and then you’d carelessly join Rumlow’s club without a second thought. Even if Bucky hadn’t told you anything, there wasn’t a thing that could come out of Rumlow’s mouth that could convince you Bucky’s club was doing anything of the sort.

Unfortunately, the comment seemed to tip the conversation in the exact way you hadn’t wanted it to.

Brock’s jaw clenched, eyes hardening as he sat up properly on the stool. “What’s he been tellin’ you, huh?”

“I think it’s time for you to go, Brock.” You glared at the man. There was no way you were letting him sit and annoy the shit out of you when you weren’t going to serve him.

“You see,” He laughed emptily. “If Barnes has been spillin’ things that he shouldn’t be, I need to know. Can’t have any false information spreading.”

“False information, right,” You muttered. In your defense, all you knew about his club was about them manipulating Peter. Though you could assume that wasn’t the only stupid shit they were doing, you didn’t know anything else for sure. “Well, you’re wasting your time. I don’t know anything, so get out of here.”

Brock tutted, rising from his seat and cracking his knuckles. “You’re a good liar, but I ain’t buyin’ it.”

“That’s not my problem,” You glowered, loving quickly around the bar to pace towards the door, opening it in an attempt to lure him out. “You need to go, or I’ll call Wanda over.”

Stalking towards you, the man shook his head. “If Barnes thinks he can tell his little girlfriend all of our business, he’s a fucking idiot,” He took a grasp on your wrist, his other hand curling into a fist. “Someone’s gotta show him what the consequences of that are.”

Anger flashed in your eyes as you struggled against his grip. “Get off me, dude. I don’t know anything.”

“Liar.” He murmured, before taking his fist and colliding it with your cheek abruptly.

A groan of pain left your lips as you stumbled back, the clutch on your wrist gone as Brock eyed you cautiously. Carefully, you brought your hand to where you’d been hit, blood quickly staining your fingertips as they grazed over the cuts on your skin from Brock’s rings. He’d hit you. That stupid, fucking son of a bitch had punched you. If there was any justifiable reason for you to kick him in the balls, this was it, and you were going to take advantage of the opportunity.

He definitely thought you were done with him for the night; you could tell by the way his chapped lips curled into a sick smile. He thought he’d won — how cute.

When your parents made you take self-defense classes ‘just as a precaution’ when you were a teenager, you thought it was unreasonable. Now, you’d never been more thankful.

Brushing your hair out of your face, your eyes flickered up to Brock, who was still staring down at you. Slowly, you moved so that your back was pressed against the closed bar door, clasping your hands around the long metal handle. The man assumed you were just catching your breath, and wasn’t ready for when you forcefully pushed your body forward, raising a booted foot and slamming it into his crotch.

A string of swear words fell from his lips as his upper body fell forward, Fuck it, you thought, striding over to his hunched over form and smashing your own fist against his cheek. He staggered back, just catching himself on the bar. Eyes wide, he raised his head to scowl at you, spitting blood from his freshly split lip onto the floor beside him.

From the other side of the bar, Wanda jogged over to the scene, an unimpressed scowl on her face. “What the hell is going on?”

The woman knew it wasn’t you causing the trouble, and there was even a smug smirk threatening to peak through her annoyed demeanor at the sight of Brock Rumlow with a split lip. She strode over to him, pulling him up harshly by the collar of his jacket.

“You’re banned from this bar. If I see you in here again, you’re getting a bullet straight through your gut, yes?” Wanda practically spat at the man, who nodded reluctantly and pulled away from her grasp. She turned to you, a small smile on her lips. “_____, you’re free to go early. Do you need...?”

Wanda eyed your cut cheek and bruised jaw, but you only shook your head. “Thanks, Wan, but I’ll just head home.”

The strawberry-blond nodded, sending a final glare towards Brock before heading back behind the bar.

Of course, your stubborn self wouldn’t let yourself leave without having the last word, causing you to approach him as he haphazardly stood from where he’d fallen. “If I ever have the displeasure of seeing you again, and you try to hurt me or anyone else, I’ll cut off your fingers and force them down your throat, you got that?”

Before you could wait for an answer, you were spinning around and heading out the double doors of the bar, ignoring the throb on the left side of your face as a satisfied smirk crept onto your lips. You’d never considered yourself to be a violent person, but when it came to assholes like Brock Rumlow, you didn’t mind getting your hands a little dirty. When you told Peggy about what happened, she’d likely scold you for even just mouthing back at him. You had zero regrets, however. You’d always wanted to experience a bar fight, and now you’d experienced one first hand.

As if on cue, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Stretching out your aching knuckles, you swiped it from your jeans.

Back at the clubhouse safe and sound. You want me to pick you up from work in an hour?

You chuckled under your breath, typing out a response.

Can you come up now? Wanda let me off early.

Sure, I’ll be there soon. Did you do something special to get off at this time?

Pausing, you debated whether to let him know straight away about the incident. You decided against it; when he saw your face, he’d figure it out soon enough.

Something like that...

After twenty minutes of aimlessly standing outside of the bar, the familiar roar of a motorcycle engine caught your attention. As the bike came to a stop, the beaming headlights had you squinting to even make out the outline of Bucky in the dark. However, judging by the speed at which he was dismounting the bike, you were sure that the light had allowed him to see the state of you.

“Holy shit, _____,” Bucky paced over to you, hands coming to your shoulders. “What the hell happened?”

You let out a hesitant laugh. “Uh, rough shift?”

Scoffing, the biker narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, looks like it. What— are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” You assured him, removing his hands from your shoulders and squeezing them comfortingly. “Trust me, you should see the other guy.”

“You were fighting?”

“Bucky,” You intervened, for now deciding against telling him that it was in fact Brock Rumlow you’d gotten on the wrong side of. It’d only result in him marching into the bar himself and starting another disturbance, and you wouldn’t be surprised if Wanda pulled out her pistol again. “C’mon, can we go? My house, the clubhouse, wherever — I’ll explain when half of my face isn’t aching like hell.”

The man paused, eyeing you cautiously before a soft chuckle left his lips. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” You patted his chest, plastering on a smile. “Now come on; I didn’t wait this long to clean you up when you got decked across the face.”

With an amused eye roll, Bucky tugged on your hand and led you to the bike. He’d never seen someone so calm after getting a punch to the face, but then again — as cliché as it was — he’d never met anyone like you before.

Half an hour later, the biker had you sat on the counter-top in one of the bathrooms at the clubhouse, standing between your legs and gently dabbing at your cut with a wet cloth. The bleeding had stopped by the time you got to the clubhouse, but it still needed cleaned up. You were holding a cool ice pack to your jaw, watching him intently as he took care of you. Might as well take the opportunity to stare at the guy, right?

“I’m gonna put some antiseptic cream on the cut, just to make sure it doesn’t get infected.” He muttered, reaching for the tub of it in the wooden cabinet above you.

“Are you getting a sense of déjà vu too?” You quirked a brow, eliciting a smirk from him.

“Hm, a little bit; I guess we both just can’t avoid trouble,” Bucky cupped your jaw as he applied the cream, chuckling when you mumbled a ‘motherfucker’ under your breath at the sting. “You gonna tell me what happened?”

“Well,” You sighed. “Long story short... Brock Rumlow happened.”

Pulling back, Bucky furrowed his brows and waited for you to elongate the story, but you only shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. You knew that Brock being involved would only fuel a rage that he couldn’t relieve.

He bit the inside of his cheek, a frustrated laugh falling from his lips. “Rumlow did this to you? Why didn’t you tell me at the bar? Was he still there? I would’ve went in there and—”

“I know exactly what you would’ve done; why do you think I waited until now to tell you?” Though you were smiling, Bucky was still understandably apprehensive. Pursing your lips, you grabbed one of his loosely clenched fists and held it in your lap. “I meant it when I said ‘you should’ve seen the other guy’ — Brock’s face looks the same as mine and he got a boot to the balls. Plus, I think his ego was bruised enough without someone else going in there and knockin’ his lights out.”

Sighing, Bucky shook his head, unable to suppress a small grin. He never underestimated your power; anyone would be a fool to do so. When you were angry, you showed it. When someone hit you, you hit them back harder, metaphorically and literally. It wasn’t even that you had a short temper, you just didn’t put up with people’s shit, and Bucky highly admired that. “Well, I’m jealous of anyone that was there to see it — I bet it was damn hot.”

You scoffed, though seconds later you were shrugging in agreement. “It definitely was, you would’ve loved it.”

While he returned the first-aid stuff to their rightful places in the bathroom, you explained to Bucky what had gotten Brock so riled up. He wasn’t surprised that Brock tried to convince you that he was the bag guy in all of this; he’d tried to do it with Peggy too when she first started dating Steve. In his misogynistic mind, he thought that women were naive enough to be persuaded of anything that he wanted them to believe, and that by getting you on his side would mean he’d ‘won’ over Bucky. Perhaps he’d learned his lesson that night to not underestimate a woman’s power — dumbass.

Down at the warehouse, they’d managed to get Peter out of there before the person delivering the weapon shipment could arrive. There were one or two of Rumlow’s guys there keeping watch, but without him, they ran away like scared children. You teased Bucky about being a ‘big bad biker’ as he explained the night to you, but he insisted it was Natasha that had them crapping their pants; she never usually made an effort to hide the set of knives on her hip, and she apparently had a death-stare that could have anyone shaking in their boots. With him being banned from Wanda’s bar and unsuccessful with his plan of using Peter, they doubted Brock Rumlow would show his face around the area for a while. He’d only be embarrassing himself if he did.

Not long after your cut had been tended to and the pain in your jaw had subsided, you found yourself once again fighting the temptation to stay the night at the clubhouse — the temptation being a whiny biker named Bucky Barnes.

“But you’ve had a rough day,” He bargained, following after you as you made your way to the front door of the clubhouse. “It’ll save you the ride back if you stay.”

Chortling lightly, you turned around to face him. “A rough day? Buck, I gave an asshole a well-deserved kick in the balls, I’ve had a great day.”

“But what about your cheek? It might start bleeding again and—”

“Bucky,” You cut him off, biting back a smile. “Why do you really want me to stay?”

There was a short pause, heat pooling in the biker’s cheeks at the question as he raised a brow, silently asking you if he was supposed to actually answer the question. When you only quirked your own brow, he sighed, his lips curling into a fond smile. “...because I don’t like it when you leave? ‘Cause I like you a whole lot and I really wanna kiss you again?”

Slowly, you trailed a slightly bruised hand up his chest, stopping at the nape of his neck to tangle your fingers in the hair there. “You should’ve just lead with the kiss, biker.”

Before you could notice the doting grin on his lips, Bucky had looped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest, soft lips locking with yours tenderly. Your other arm was quick to wrap around his neck as you found yourself wanting to be impossibly closer to him. You tugged at his hair, eliciting a deep moan from his lips, and you pulled away with a satisfied smirk.

“So you’ll stay?” Bucky spoke against your lips, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“If you keep kissing me like that.” You imitated his words from your last kiss, to which he shook his head and clasped his hand around yours, leading you out of the hallway and up to his room.

You hoped the rest of the club were asleep, because from the thump of your body being pushed against Bucky’s bedroom door after he’d dragged you inside and shut it, you were sure that they could assume who was causing the racket at almost midnight.

Bucky’s mouth was on yours in a matter of seconds, hands cupping your jaw, carefully avoiding pressing against the side that was bruised. Meanwhile, your fingers gently traced across the hem of his t-shirt, riding it up so that the pads of your fingers came into contact with his lower stomach, ghosting over the waistband of his jeans. He stepped back momentarily, shoving his leather jacket down his arms and letting it fall to the floor.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your jacket,” You breathed. “It’s like you’re naked already.”

“Who said anything about getting naked?” He teased, hands coming to trace over your own exposed stomach. “Someone’s eager.”

“You’re stupid,” You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a grin. “Coming from the guy who just said he liked me, sap.”

“Real mature,” He snickered, riding your shirt up to your chest and tugging it off when you raised your arms to aid him. His lips moved to the crook of your neck, trailing light kissed along the soft skin there. “I meant it, though. I really like you, baby.”

A whimper escaped your lips as his attached to a certain spot on your neck, your hand fisting his shirt in response. You didn’t even have to say it back; it was obvious that you felt the same way about him in pretty much every way. The way your body was reacting to his, the breathy way that his name was falling from your swollen lips, and the fact you’d kissed him the week prior was a good indicator too.

“And you said you’d never get in my bed.” Bucky smirked after helping you pull off his own shirt.

“Technically, I’m not in your bed yet.”

“Yet,” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before trailing his hand down your jaw, along the curve of your shoulder and down to the hem of your bra. “Can’t wait to have you there, moaning all pretty for me.”

Your face grew hot at his words, but his lips were on yours again too quickly for him to notice. When he eventually pulled back for air, you bit your lip in anticipation.

“Hm, let’s not wait any longer then.”

And he didn’t let you wait any longer, leaning down to kiss you with a passionate hunger as he dragged you by both of your hands to his bed. Maybe it was the way he didn’t rush, that he took time memorizing every inch of your skin with gentle lips and wandering hands. Maybe it was the sighs and moans of pleasure that he’d managed to draw from you so easily, or the way he whispered praises and sweet nothings into your ear as he positioned himself comfortably between your legs. But after the two of you had reached your highs and were left grinning like idiots and panting for breath, you realised how fucking hard you’d fallen for the damn biker who’d somehow gotten you in his bed.

* * *

Soft snores gradually drew you from your slumber, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks before you eventually squinted your eyes open. It couldn’t have been any later than 5am; daylight was peaking through the curtains of the bedroom, but the world outside was still quiet. Quiet for New York, anyway.

Bucky had his arms tucked under his pillow, face buried into the cotton, lips parted, brown strands of hair falling in front of his face. Back muscles relaxed, shoulders raising slightly as he breathed quietly. He looked pretty like that, innocent even. Innocent in comparison to what occurred in his bed the night before.

As you idly observed him in his peaceful state, you couldn’t help but think about what Peggy had said to you earlier the prior night. She was right, as always. Especially after the night you’d just had with him, there was no way that your feelings for Bucky would just leave along with you leaving after summer. Perhaps sleeping with him was the stupidest decision you’d ever made. Perhaps it would’ve just been easier to not stay the night and pretend like you’d never kissed him in the first place. But you didn’t want that. You wanted him, even if you could only have him for the summer.

A muffled moan jerked your attention away from your thoughts and back to the man laying next to you, who was shifting as he began to wake, the muscles in his back flexing as he did so. It was a sight you could get used to for sure.

Soon enough, his baby blues met yours, a lazy smile overcoming his lips. “Watching me sleep?”

“No.” You denied, though he could see straight through the lie.

He hummed, reaching a hand out to trace over your bruised cheek. You leaned into the touch. “Still hurt?”

“Not really. Had a good doctor fix it up last night.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh-huh. I mean, he slept with me afterwards which I thought was a little inappropriate...”

The biker scoffed, enclosing an arm around your bare waist to pull you closer. Sloppy kisses were planted down your jaw to your shoulder, ghosting over the dark bruises he’d marked you with only hours ago.

“I’ll miss you, you know. When you have to leave.” Bucky murmured, pulling away and laying back down against the pillow, his nose grazing yours.

You smiled sadly, pushing some of the hair away from his face. “Do you think this was stupid of us? To start something that’s just gonna have to end in a month?”

“Maybe, yeah,” He mirrored your expression, voice still a little raspy. “But I don’t regret it.”

“Me neither,” You twirled a lock of his hair sigh your pointer finger. “What’re you gonna do without me, huh? You might have to find another girl to take rides with you at sunset.”

Bucky shook his head, squeezing your waist. “Nah, I think I’d rather ride solo. Won’t be the same without you just over my shoulder.”

“Even when I get road rage?”

“Especially when you get road rage.”

“Well, we should probably make the most of the time we have left,” You propped yourself up on one elbow, a smirk playing on your lips. “How about a ride while the sun rises?”

“Sounds perfect.” He loosened his hold on you, letting you roll away from him and swing your legs over the side of the bed.

“Mind if I take a shower first?”

“Mind if I take a shower with you?”

You thought for a moment. It’d be saving water, wouldn’t it? “Screw it, why not. C’mon, Buck.”

You scurried off to the bathroom, still naked as Bucky followed after you, suddenly not so tired anymore.

Perhaps the summer hadn’t went in the direction you’d been expecting, but you had no complaints about the turn that it’d taken. You’d never believed in fate or destiny, much like you’d never believed in love. However, you’d like to believe that you were meant to meet Bucky when you came back to Brooklyn at some point. You’d never met someone— someone so perfect for you, if you were being honest. He didn’t scold you for your sarcasm, or shame you for standing up for yourself. He responded to your teasing with his own, he knew how to make you laugh, how to make your cheeks hot and your knees weak. You were always on the exact same wavelength, always knowing how the other was feeling, being able to bring out the best in one another.

It seemed like a waste to spend the little time left at home thinking about summer ending, so you simply pushed it out of your mind. Enjoying the moment was something you’d learned to do over and over again, because that was all you could do in the life that you led.

The moments spent with Bucky Barnes were just going to be a little harder to let go of.

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Flufftober Day 7 – Stop hogging the blankets

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“Stop hogging the blankets.”

“You stop hogging the blankets. You’ve already got more than me!”

“I’m taller than you, there’s more of me to cover.”

Aaron snorts and yanks as much of the blanket as he can without disturbing the small, sleeping figure sprawled out on top of their torsos.

It’s a Friday night, and they’d agreed to take Eve off Chas and Paddy’s hands for the weekend. Leaving them to… fight, talk, not talk… in peace. They’re going through yet another rough patch; Chas sick to death of Paddy and wanting more than what he can offer, Paddy sulking and snapping and refusing to admit to anyone that something’s seriously wrong.

Not that he needs to. The whole village knows the state of their relationship these days; it’d been aeons since they’d bothered trying to keep their arguments private, no longer bothering to confine them to the back room or after closing hours. They’d snipe and shout at each other in full view of the bar, whilst customers looked on with discomfort or interest, depending on who was watching.

It’s unfortunately become a regular cycle over the last few years, one that Aaron wishes to God they would break by ending things once and for all and putting everyone out of their misery. Mainly Eve.

She’d been quiet and withdrawn when Aaron had picked her up and brought her to the Mill, barely answering any of his questions about her day at school or how she wanted to spend the weekend. Even her favourite tea of pizza and chips (finally, someone who appreciated Aaron’s level of culinary skill) hadn’t cheered her up.

Aaron could guess the reason for her low mood, but he didn’t know what to do about it, how to bring her out of her shell. Seb was visiting Rebecca for the weekend, so they didn’t even have him to distract her with his toys or games.

As heavy rain had begun to pour from the sky, loud taps thundering on the roof and windows, Robert had gotten to his feet and declared it was the perfect night to build a blanket fort. That had finally gotten a reaction out of Eve, her head shooting up instantly.

“Mummy never lets me make forts!” she’d cried, smiling for the first time that night. “She says it’s too messy.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about mess here,” Robert had said with a wink. “We can just make Aaron tidy up later, can’t we?”

“Oh, charming,” Aaron had grouched, but he’d started shifting chairs around without protest.

“And – and can we stay in it all night?”

“That’s the idea, short stuff,” Aaron ruffled her hair. “No point in a blanket fort if you can’t sleep in it, is there?”

Eve had gaped at him, eyes wide and excited like it was the best thing she’d ever heard, and Aaron was really starting to wonder just how miserable things were for her at home.

The three of them had gathered every quilt, blanket and pillow they could find, and in just twenty minutes they’d managed to construct a pretty impressive fort, if Aaron did say so himself. Robert had dug out some of their Christmas lights from the messy cupboard and strung them up across the roof before flicking off the main light, creating a cosy little cocoon for them to crawl into.

It was a bit of a squeeze, but they’d made it work, and spent the rest of the night watching films on Robert’s laptop and drinking hot chocolate in their pyjamas. Eve had cheered up quickly, her mood doing a total 180 from the second they’d started gathering fort-building supplies. Still a little quieter than usual, perhaps, but for the most part she’d been all smiles for the remainder of the night.

Now she’s passed out on top of them, head and arms flopped on Robert’s chest while her legs spread across Aaron’s stomach, well and truly crashed out from the sugar and excitement. Neither of them had the heart to move her, so they’d made themselves as comfortable as they could and settled in for the night, listening to the soothing sound of the rainfall outside.

“My back’s gonna be screaming at me by morning,” Robert grumbles next to him.

“This was your idea, mate.”

Robert huffs but quirks a smile at him. “Not my worst though, was it?”

Aaron tilts his head to face him and smiles back. “Nah, one of your better ones actually. For a minute I was scared she’d be gloomy all weekend.”

“If having an eight-year-old kid’s taught me anything, it’s that forts make everything better.”

He’s not wrong, blanket forts are probably one of Seb’s favourite things in the world.

“How were they when you picked her up?” Robert asks tentatively. “I didn’t get to ask before.”

“Oh y’know, the usual. Barely lookin’ at each other, snarky comments, one leaving the room as soon as the other comes in. Eve sat on the sofa stuck in the middle of it all. You could’ve cut the tension with a knife.”

“That explains her being so down, then.”

Aaron glances down at Eve, double-checking she’s actually as dead to the world as they thought.

“I wish they’d just call it quits – for her sake as much as anythin’.”

Kids aren’t stupid – Aaron knows that better than anyone. The back of the pub isn’t exactly spacious, only a few small rooms with thin walls, and he has a feeling Eve’s seen and heard a lot more than she’s supposed to. It makes his blood boil.

He knows what it’s like to grow up in a home with parents who spend every day either fighting or ignoring each other (of course, what came after was worse, much worse, and he’s forever grateful that Eve will never know that kind of pain, at least). He could kill his mum for putting another child through it all over again. She was supposed to be better this time.

He can still remember the unhappy way she used to look at him when he was a kid, that horrible feeling of just knowing that she’d rather be anywhere else than at home with him. That she wanted something different, something more.

“I know,” Robert says quietly next to him. “Me too.”

“Part of me wishes I’d never pushed them to be together in the first place.”

“You didn’t push them.”

“I sort of did, though. I wanted them to get back together so badly all those years ago, I thought they’d make each other happy. And all it’s done is make them miserable.”

“Well, maybe,” Robert sighs and bumps his head gently against Aaron’s. “But if they’d never gotten back together, we wouldn’t have ended up with this one, would we?”

He nods down at Eve, who shuffles slightly and very nearly kicks Aaron in an area that he’d really rather she didn’t. He carefully rearranges her so her feet are safely out of the danger zone, and shoots Robert a grin.

“You mean you wouldn’t have your little admirer?”

“Give over,” Robert rolls his eyes, but Aaron knows just how much he and Eve adore each other.

Aaron’s little sister had been smitten with Robert since before she was even walking, clinging to him like a tiny shadow – much to Chas and Paddy’s displeasure.

“Guess you were bound to be her favourite,” Aaron muses. “She’s related to me, after all.”

“Can’t argue with genetics, I suppose. Would explain why Seb does every chore you ask him to while I can barely get him to pick up after himself.”

“That’s because he knows you’re a soft touch, got nothin’ to do with biology.”

“If you say so,” Robert sighs contentedly, eyes drifting closed.

They lie in silence for a few minutes, Aaron staring up at the fairy lights twinkling above them.

“I just wish there was something I could do,” he whispers. “To make it better for her.”

Robert cracks an eye open and shakes his head at him. “You’re already doing it, you muppet.” He presses a kiss to Aaron’s cheekbone. “Whatever happens with your mum and Paddy… as long as we’re here, she’ll be okay.”

[hatsukeii]

hello! could you possibly do a scenario where tsukki has a secret passion for dancing, n one of his favs genres to listen to is like 80's music ?? i prefer it to be like raining n dark, just you two. i want tsukki n the girl to be like rly good friends, but tuskki lowkey likes her jus a bit n the girl is like totes in love with him, but they dont rly know about each other, until they like kiss after the songs stops. wkhsjdbf idk if this is too much but i love your writing sm!! thank you. 🥺❤

Okay that’s super cute so don’t worry lool

80s and indie music are SUPERIOR NO ONE TELL ME OTHERWISE.

I was looking through my playlist bc I have 80s songs but then I realised IT’S ALL ROCK LMFAO SO I HAD TO STEAL SONGS FROM MY FRIENDS JAHAHAH

Like I can’t make them dance to ACDC or like Guns n’ Roses wtf are they gonna do air guitars?

But then I realised I literally have a song called we can get together sooo👀👀👀👀

And I genuinely love it so much SOOOO👀👀

Earphones// Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: None lol I’m not even gonna warn for swearing anymore if it’s just swearing then none

Summary: You randomly discover Tsukishima’s knack for dancing.

You always saw him as a calm, or sly person. He was witty, mean, sarcastic, an asshole in every way possible. He was that one person that would call everyone out for looking stupid while dancing at a party, or the one that would remind couples on Valentine's day that it was to celebrate the death of a tortured and beheaded saint. He was pretty much the most no-bullshit person you’ve ever met. It was as if he simply didn’t understand the meaning of enjoyment, and thrived to seek out every opportunity to ruin it for others as well. He rarely went to social events, never showed up at parties, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile genuinely. Ever. 

Yet tonight, you witnessed something you never thought would happen.

You see, every night, you would take a good old stroll around your neighbourhood. Tonight was no different, except it was pouring, the constant pitter patter of your umbrella clouding out any other sound that was coherent. Sometimes you might run into street vendors, other times you would get a bowl of ramen to fulfil your midnight hunger.

Walking along the street to your favourite convenience store, instead of an eerily empty park, what you saw was Tsukishima Kei, the one person you were somehow close to, sitting in a park, with no headphones on. What a shocker.

Ever since you gave him those iconic white headphones, he has never gone anywhere without them. It was as if those headphones were a staple of your friendship, or more so, how much he meant to you. Just saying, those things were expensive. Like eighteen thousand yen expensive. You knew how much Tsukishima enjoyed listening to music, especially whilst doing work. You saved up for months, just to scrape together enough money to get him a brand new pair of headphones to replace his broken ones that only worked in one ear and had shitty quality. You would never admit it, but something in your heart clenched at the sight of the absence of those headphones you spent so much on. Many might have thought you were just sensitive, but they didn’t understand. In fact, no one would understand how insanely in love you were with him. 

“Hey, beanstalk.”

The blond looked up from his phone, his legs crossed on the bench.

“Well, would you look who’s here. It’s the infamous shorty.”

You approached his hunched-over figure, taking a seat next to him on the bench. “So, why are you here? It’s pretty late already.” Shoving your earphones into your ear, you hastily scrolled through your playlist, trying to hold off the urge to ask where his headphones were. “Lost my umbrella while going home from practise, it’s raining cats and dogs, I’m not looking to get soaked while going home, so I’m waiting for the rain to stop. Thank God I brought an extra sweater, my uniform is all wet and gross.” Chuckling, you punched him playfully, muttering a quick “Idiot,” before picking a song. You were very low-key about your feelings towards him. God knows how he would react if you ever told him. He would probably ignore you for the rest of your high school lives. Even worse, he might make fun of you for being childish and emotional. Just the thought of it sent shivers up your spine and a dark feeling towards your chest. Shaking your head, you tried your best to drown yourself in the terrifyingly loud music that was blasting through your earphones. From next to you, Tsukishima could hear every single note that was playing from the internal speakers. He scooted closer to you, much to your embarrassment. You grabbed your phone, pretending to scroll through it when in reality, you were just trying to hide the burning blush that was now painted on your cheeks. He paid attention to every little sound that came out of those tiny little earbuds, as if trying to figure out what song you were listening to was a fun game. Noticing the sudden absence of music in your left ear, you heard a tiny, almost breathy chuckle, followed by a pull on the earphone jack. “Pulp, hm? Nice taste you got there.” your eyes widened in surprise, mouth curling up into a wide smile. “Ahhh, never thought the great Tsukishima Kei would know them.” The blond smirked, shoving the rubber tip into his ear. “What do you mean? I have a playlist dedicated to this kind of stuff. 80s music will forever be superior.” You rolled your eyes, not falling for his shit. “Nonono, no way. Hand it over, I need to see for myself. I’m convinced you’re listening to raptor mating calls on a daily basis.” The blond shrugged, dropping his phone onto your lap. “See for yourself.” Opening up his Spotify, you were bombarded with a huge selection of his playlists. “Right there shorty, that’s the one you’re looking for?” Pointing his nimble finger at a specific one that was labeled “Old Stuff,” you scrolled through every single song, not believing what you’re seeing. “Holy shit, and I thought you would be into indie or EDM or something like that. This is some new information that I have to process.” Snatching his phone back, he wiped the screen with his sweater, turning it off. “That’s enough snooping for today. Come back at snooping hours again.”

It was at that moment, did the song decide to change. 

“Yeah, no. We’re skipping this shit.” You acted sad, fake pouting and huffing out. “But Tsukishima! All Star is God’s work, you can’t just skip it! Here, I’ll sing it for you!” The blond tried to look at you in disgust, but the smile he was holding back was clear as day, biting his lip as he tried not to laugh at your silly antics. “Oh God (Y/N) please no-” 

Too late.

“SomeBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORRRLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME, I AIN’T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHEDDDD.”

“Absolutely not.” Laughing softly, Tsukishima managed to heave out.

Grabbing your phone and shoving it in front of your face, he unlocked it with ease, navigating his way through the five pages of otome games to find your Spotify. “Jesus Christ, never knew you were this desperate for a man.” The tips of his ears were red, one thought circling his mind. 

If she really wanted a boyfriend, would she pick him? 

Grabbing his arm, you begged for him to let you continue jamming to All Star. You were shaking him, trying to grab your phone, but nothing worked. “Nooo! Kei! Nooooo lemme listen to the Shrek sex anthem!” 

“No.” 

Scrolling through your usual playlist, his eyes landed on one particular song. “Hm? What’s this? You listen to Icehouse? Nice taste you got there.” Your grip on his arm loosened up as you looked up at him in shock. “You know them too! Yes! They’re very much adequate.” You stared in awe as the blond smiled from ear to ear, picking a song much to your dismay. “Yesss I love this song with my whole heart. My dinosaurs make way for this.” Hearing the similar synth, you instantly knew what he had picked. “Seriously? You like this song? It’s like cheesy as shit! This is so out of character for you oh my God Kei.” Tsukishima rolled his eyes, completely done with you. “It’s a good song, don’t come at me. Plus, if you think it’s so cheesy, then just delete it.” You frowned. You liked that it was cheesy. You always imagined someone singing it to you, most of the time this imaginary person being Tsukishima. “I like this song too, it’s fine.” The two of you sat in comfortable silence, your earphone jack being the only thing connecting you guys. The park felt weird. You felt weird. This whole situation was weirdly unreal. It was as if the two of you were stuck in a parallel universe, where you and Tsukishima were the only people that existed in that timeline. The silence was thick in the starry night sky, the streetlamps occasionally flickering as the song continued to play. Humming along to the addicting tune, you don’t even realise your body that’s starting to rock, arms swaying from side to side to the rhythm of the chorus. 

“We can get together,“

“Get up.”

A hand comes into your sight, willing for you to take it as you feel another tug on your earphones.

“What?”

“You wanna dance, don’t you?”

Never in a million years, would the thought of Tsukishima being able to dance even cross your mind.

 “What? It’s raining, I thought you said you didn’t wanna get soaked-”

“Just take my hand and dance with me.”

Hesitating a bit as you looked up at the blond, you raised a brow, grinning playfully as you let your hand fall into his, pulling yourself up and letting him take your other hand. You felt the cold droplets of water fall onto your skin and rolling off, the fabric of your shirt going damp.

“Just take one step forward,” he instructed, motioning for you to follow along with his dance moves. “Then take another step backwards. Everything else will come into place soon enough.” Lacing your fingers with his, the two of you danced in perfect sync, having the time of your lives. “I am learning so, so much about you right now and I’m all for it. Why’d you never tell me you could dance?” Tsukishima’s cheeks went a light pink, looking away bashfully. “It’s embarrassing.” Chuckling, you twirled yourself around, pulling on his arm as you forced his attention back onto you. “It’s not. I think it’s super cool. Do this with a girl and they’ll be head over heels for you in no time.” You mentally facepalmed yourself for saying that. His blush went from a light pink, to a dark red in no time, saturating his cheeks like paint. “Let’s test that theory out.” Mumbling to himself, he continued to guide you, twirling you around and hoisting you up at times.

“Baby we can get together, we can get together.”

The two of you were just jamming along now, not caring about your wet hair and soaked clothes. Tsukishima’s hair was now a damp mess, sticking to his forehead as he whipped his head from side to side, laughing as water droplets flew off his blond strands. Your hair was no better than his, (H/C) strands reflecting the light from the streetlamps as they hit your face with every sway of your head. The earphones were falling off at this point, but it didn’t matter. The two of you already memorised the entire song beforehand. All you wanted was to enjoy the short moment. Grabbing his wet hand again, you randomly started jumping to the beat, letting the blond follow along.

“Later sometime, you can buckle my shoes, you can pick up my sticks, why don't you open that door.”

You gasped in surprise as you felt a large hand spin you around one last time, before dipping you dangerously close to the floor, rainwater rolling off your face. The song came to an end with its final guitar chord, the reverb still ringing in the background. “So, what’d you think?” Tsukishima leaned down, his face dangerously close to yours. Feeling a Cheshire grin form on your face as your tried to raise your head up, you gave his nose a boop with your own, before falling back onto his hand. “That was amazing.” Giving you a cheeky grin, you could feel his breath on your face as he sighed contentedly. His breath smelled like mints, you couldn’t help but wonder how lips would taste too. “You good now, or do you wanna go home? I think the rain just stopped.

Still in that intimate position, you decided to finally ask him.

“Where are the headphones?”

“I didn’t want to get them wet, they’re too important to me. They’re in my bag.”

And that’s when your body decided to act on its own.

Your mind couldn’t even register what you were doing as you pressed a long, soft kiss on Tsukishima’s lips, feeling the heat radiating off of him.

“Now I’m good. Wanna go home?”

“Did you just-”

“Yes.”

Pushing you back up to a comfortable position, he stared at you for another ten seconds, face burning crimson as his mouth opened and shut repeatedly, trying to process what you just did. Finally snapping out of his thoughts, he awkwardly leaned towards you, before pulling himself back. After doing that a few times over, you were properly confused. Grabbing your shoulders, he pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, before grabbing his bag from the bench he was sitting on, pulling his headphones out and hanging them on his neck, handing you the earphones.

“Wanna do this again tomorrow shorty?”

“11pm sharp, don’t be late, and I expect another kiss.”

“Whatever you say cutie.”

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #285

"do you have the time to listen to me whine about nothing and everything all at once?”

What does your car smell like? You assume I have a car. Would you ever let anybody else drive your car? ^ Have you ever met someone in person who you first met on the internet? Do you have plans to do that anytime soon? Yes, Sara. I want to visit her again, but right now I have no clue when that will happen. I have another friend that wants me to shoot her wedding that was planned for this year, but it was delayed to an unknown date, so. What was the last thing you used a blender for? A margarita. Have you ever got into an argument with a stranger on social media? Do you remember what it was about? Yep. There's been a couple. Has COVID had any impact on your Christmas plans this year? What’s going to change or be different to normal? Yes. Mom and I aren't coming while Ashley's inlaws are there at her house, and then I think we're going to my other sister's since she wants to cook? I've only really overheard Mom over the phone, I'm not 100%. I'm just. Going with it. What’s your favourite flavor of cake? Are you any good at making that kind of cake? Probably red velvet, or just double chocolate. I dunno. I love cake. I don't cook, though. Are you currently under any COVID-related restrictions where you live? Are people generally following the rules? Well, you're SUPPOSED to wear a fucking mask, but "it's a hoax" and "you can't make me" fuckheads don't listen, and it's poorly-enforced. You see people without them all the time. Do you still watch cartoons? I'm not opposed, I just don't watch television. Is anyone else in the same room as you right now? What is that person up to? No. Do you use Pinterest? Ha, I get most of my (unedited) avatars from there. It also gives me some pose ideas for photography. Are you wearing earrings? Ugh, no. I absolutely hate how the first holes stretched from heavy earrings. I need to get a proper tapering set if I want to actually use gauges (mind you, very small) so they look even semi-good again. I don't wear any in the second/upper holes because I think it just looks weird with nothing in the first. Do you know any sign language? Not anymore. In elementary school, we did do a play however where in one of the songs, we signed the lyrics. I remember zero. Have you ever gone on a service trip to an underprivileged country? No. Which breed of dog do you find most scary? None. Ever been to a pottery class? Not particularly, no. I've made pottery in normal art classes multiple times, though. When you were young, did you ever pretend to “marry” somebody? I have no idea. I don't have a specific memory. Don’t you just find it annoying when people get too much plastic surgery? Oh, fuck off. Is it your body? Is it there to boost YOUR confidence? Then your opinion doesn't fuckin matter. Are you the type who usually plays it safe? Yep. Who do you think about most? It's certainly not willingly, but Jason. PTSD kinda engraved his presence in my brain. How’s your grandmother? Both are dead. What’s your favourite type of cloud? Big, tall, and poofy cumulonimbus ones. Do you have a birthmark? Where? Does it look like anything? Yeah, a slightly darker brown blotch on the side of my right forearm, near the elbow. If you were blind for the rest of your life… what would you miss seeing the most? Probably people smiling. My nieces' and nephew's came to mind first. What is your most disappointing moment in life? I've been living it for years now. I'm not who I wanted or thought I would be at all. What is the best reward anyone can give you? Validation lmao. What is your favorite animal? List three adjectives to explain your choice. Meerkats, always. God, I can barely boil it down to three words. Loyal, complex, and brave will have to do. What is your favorite color? List three adjectives to explain your choice. Pink. Soft, pretty, gentle. What do you consider to be the most valuable thing you own: when you were a child/teenager/now? As a child, my big plastic crocodile named Marlin (yes, after the Finding Nemo character) that was the "main character" in my games of make-believe. As a teen, probably Rebel, the stuffed meerkat Jason gave me. Now, it's absolutely the pebble I got upon "graduation" from my partial hospitalization program. What’s the kindest act you have ever seen done? I'm not sure; I've seen a good deal. Thinking of only the ones I've seen in-person, uhhhh... wait. A couple days before my overdose, in desperation, I called Jason's house in the middle of the night wanting to talk to him. His mom answered, and she talked to me for hours with such patience and kindness to try and calm me down. I miss her a lot. Is Frozen one of your favorite Disney movies? No, I never really liked it. If you were an explorer, would you rather explore the Arctic Circle, Antarctica, or Alaska? Ohhh, Alaska. It's gorgeous and at least not absolutely frigid everywhere. How many blankets do you sleep with in the winter? I usually just have my usual thick comforter, but if I'm seriously cold, I'll grab another smaller one to wrap myself in underneath the big one. Do you know of anyone who was in labor or gave birth to a baby during a major snowstorm? HAHA my mama w/ me. Do you enjoy eggnog during the winter - with or without alcohol? EW. Do you dress any of your pets in seasonal/holiday apparel? No; I really dislike the concept of dressing your animals unless it's truly for their own benefit/warmth. Who was the last person to give you a gift? What was the reason for it? Uhhhhh. I have no idea. Are you a good cook? If so, who taught you? What’s your favourite thing to cook? NOOOOOOO. When was the last time something in your house broke? Did you manage to fix it or did you need to buy a replacement? Ugh, my laptop is fucked up. It's either the charger port, charger itself, or Mom thinks perhaps the battery. Her friend's husband is gonna look at it after Christmas. Is any part of your body hurting right now? What caused that pain? For once my legs aren't hurting. They almost always do from either muscle atrophy or them having been still for too long. The last time you made a sandwich, what did you put in there? It was just a normal 'ole peanut butter sandwich. What’s your favorite time of day? What’s your favorite thing to do at that time? First thing in the morning, because it feels like a new start. I like watching the sky change from pinkish to blue while I'm just sitting in bed checking everything. Where did you go the last time you left your house? I rode with Mom to her doctor's appointment. I didn't go in w/ her for obvious reasons, I just wanted to go on a ride and listen to music. If you eat steak, how do you like it cooked? What sauces or sides do you like to go with it? It has to be medium well. Idk what sauces are cooked into it that I like, because I don't make it. I like fries with steak, and probably Sara's mom's mashed potatoes would go well, haha. Do you prefer sweet or savory pancakes? What toppings do you have on them? I can't imagine me liking savory pancakes... I just like the usual: butter (not mandatory tho) and syrup. Are you someone who cracks their joints a lot? Which one(s) do you tend to crack and click the most? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO, I HATE THE NOISE SO MUCH. My lower spine pops a lot, though. Some fingers occasionally, too. Have you ever taken medication or tablets to help you sleep? Is this something you do on a regular basis? Yeah, I was taking Melatonin to fight insomnia for quite a while. I only stopped it because my mom was theorizing that it may have been making my nightmares worse, because her dad had AWFUL nightmares on it. I don't know if it did or didn't foor me, honestly. For you, what’s the worst thing about getting up in the morning? What about the worst thing about going to bed tonight? Knowing in the back of my mind that despite my hope, today's going to be the same as yesterday. I dread most nights the process of lying down and actually falling asleep, because it can take hours. Do you prefer regular or diet soft drinks? Not only do I think diet sodas taste bad, but the artificial sweetener gives me awful headaches, anyway. What do you tend to wear if you’re just hanging about the house for the day? I'm only always in my pjs. When was the last time you dyed your hair? Did you do it yourself or get it done at a hairdresser? Ugh... it's been a very, very long time. It was done by a hairdresser, but per usual, the color didn't stick well. I am DYING to bleach my hair so I can dye it pastel pink, light silver, or like a creamsicle orange. I edited some pictures of myself to "try" these colors on, and omg I loved them all. Does having to wear a mask stop you doing things? Is this because you struggle wearing one or you just don’t like it? Not really, no. I barely go anywhere at all though, so I have Have you ever witnessed a car accident? Or have you perhaps been involved in one yourself? Were you at fault? Yes; yes; no. How many books do you read in a year? Do you enjoy reading or do you have to really force yourself to sit down and read? VERY few. I've only just gotten back into semi-regularly reading since Sara got me into Wings of Fire. I have one friend though that is an INCREDIBLE bookworm; she keeps track of how many books she's read in a year, and she's already beyond one a day. It's incredible. If you have pets, where did they come from? A breeder, a rescue or maybe a friend who bred their pet? Roman came from Ashley's inlaws'. They have like an infestation of cats needing to be spayed, so they didn't at all mind letting me have one because I'd been wanting a cat for a long time. I love my baby boy so much. Venus came from The Gourmet Rodent, a snake breeding (and F/T rat provider, as the name suggests) business from Florida. I highly recommend them. Their customer service was fantastic when I was worried about Venus not eating. They even checked up with me a few months following my emails to ensure she was doing well. Have you ever seen an episode of My 600lb Life? No. I absolutely NEVER could. As an obese person who's been fighting her fucking ass off to lose weight for years, I don't want to be further depressed. Do you feel bad when someone asks you to hang out and you say no? Oh yes I do. Ngl, if I don't want to hang for whatever reason, I'm the kind that makes up an excuse to not seem *as* "rude" (quotations bc it's technically not rude at all, anxiety just tells me it is). When was the last time you turned down plans with someone? What did you decide to do instead? Ummmm I'm not sure. Have you ever had any “unusual” or exotic pets? If you could own any animal, what would it be and why? Do you consider iguanas or Chinese water dragons as "exotic/unusual?" Nothing stranger than that, really. I would never, ever own a truly exotic animal that wouldn't do well in captivity. I do however pretty desperately want to rescue an opposum one day, though. I positively adore them; they're my second-favorite animal. How often do you wash your hair? I don't even have a regular schedule for that anymore, honestly... I have to every time I shower because my hair gets oily FAST, but I try to put off showers as long as I can handle now because of how bad my selfcare has been for multiple reasons... What have you found the hardest about the current pandemic? Not seeing an end in sight because people are fucking dumb. Shit's not going to get better unless things drastically change. And what about the easiest? Has anything improved in your life because of what’s happened? Certainly nothing has improved. Not much has changed for me, considering I barely ever left the house to begin with. If you have multiple pets, do they get along with each other? Are they related or even the same species? They ignore each other, really. Surprisingly, even. Roman will sit on my bed and watch Venus slither about occasionally if she's out, even meerkat pose haha, and playful as he is, it's unexpected that he *does* mostly ignore her. What was the last meal you ate? Did you have anything good? Breakfast; I had Special K cereal. I've finally started to get back on track with eating okay. Do you live somewhere where strangers say hi to you in the street? Would you like to live somewhere like that? Where we live now, if you pass someone outside in the car, it's normal and really expected to give a little wave. That's very normal here in the South though, really; you don't just have to be in your own neighborhood. Have you ever tried any of those meal replacement shakes? The chocolate Equate ones are normal in my diet, actually. They're really not bad at all and played a big role in me losing ~60lbs before. Funnily enough, I haven't found a popular name brand I like, though. Cheap stuff isn't always bad. Do you make up silly nicknames for your pets or family members? "Silly" ones, not really, besides Roman. I call him "weirdo" and "crazy" a lot, but nothing truly unique. What’s your favorite thing to take photographs of? Are you actually any good at photography? Nature or boudoir (only shot it once, but I love it and the confidence it gives people). Being as modest as possible, I honestly do think I'm pretty good at it. Do you have anything interesting planned for the rest of the day? How about for tomorrow or the weekend? I haven't had anything interesting planned in eons, it seems like. Are you going to take the vaccine for COVID once it becomes available? Once it proves to be reliable and safe, hell yes. I'm doing my goddamn part in ending this shit. How much housework have you done lately? Is this more or less than usual? A bit more than usual since I haven't finished decorating my room since moving... I've been doing it very slowly and gradually. I need to just finish it already, I'm just so unmotivated. What gifts are you hoping to get for your next birthday (or Christmas, whichever one is coming up next)? I'm fucking dying to get my tat redone/improved. Been waiting since LAST Christmas when I didn't get to use my own gifted money. Do you suffer from any form of motion sickness? No. Do you contribute regularly to any Facebook groups at all? "I’m a member of plenty, but hardly ever post." <<<< Same. I react to posts a lot, though. Just don't really make my own. When was the last time you weighed yourself? Were you happy with the numbers you saw? Ugh... when I went to the doctor I think last week. I knew it'd be bad, but the verification fucking sucked. Since moving, I've gained ~30lbs. Have you got any chronic health issues? What do you do to try and manage them as best you can? YIKES I am a CATASTROPHE. I've got a dictionary of mental health issues that I'm not gonna go through individually, but I deal with them via prescription medications and therapy and sheer will. Who taught you how to drive? My driver's ed teacher. It was mandatory in HS. What was your high school mascot? A firebird. Did you go to your senior prom? Yes. What did you do after graduation? I very briefly went to a community college. What was your first job? GameStop sales associate. If my social anxiety wasn't fucking shit, I probably would have liked it. What did you want to be when you grew up? Somewhat in order: paleontologist, vet, movie director, game designer, animal biologist, video editor (VERY brief), and photographer. Writer, poet, and artist were always something I wanted to do in my free time OR full time if I was lucky. Do you remember the first time you drank a beer? I've never tried beer and don't want to. It smells fucking awful, and because my dad is a recovered alcoholic who was addicted to that in specific, I just want nothing to do with it. Did you ever try cigarettes? No. I have absolutely never understood the appeal, but with a very addictive personality and wild anxiety, I never wanted to risk it, anyway. How did you spend your summers growing up? LOADS of swimming in the pool, jumping on the trampoline, and just playing outside in general. If you could change anything from your teenage years, would you? I'd absolutely change how I found happiness only in Jason. Do you remember your first time? No, because at that time, I didn't really realize it was sex. I know that sounds weird, like "how would you not know?", but just trust me. I don't feel like retrospecting on it. I do remember our first *kiss*-kiss, though. How much did you make per hour at your first job? I don't recall. Favorite home-cooked meal growing up? I looooved spaghetti. Favorite place to eat out growing up? McDonald's, duh, lol. Did your parents live in a different country before you were born? No. They were from different states, though. Do you have a preferred coffee brand? Don't like coffee. Have you ever dated someone who was terrible with money? No. How often do you paint your nails? Never. Do you know anyone who's related to a current or former world leader? Not that I know of. Do you do your own taxes, or do you hire a professional? I don't pay taxes because I'm unemployed. What is something you don't have any natural talent for? Speaking. At all. What is something you frequently forget? "Numbers." <<<< BIG fat same. How do you feel about your body? How much I hate it is on my mind literally every waking moment of my life to some degree. Who is someone you would like to get to know better? So I have this Facebook friend Courtlynn who seems very similar to me, and I'd love to get to know her better. We interact via posts here and there, but have never seriously talked. What's your opinion on assisted suicide? I am very much for it when a person is in serious pain and recovery is not possible. Like one of my greatest nightmares is being paralyzed from the neck down, and I stg I would spite whichever fucker had jurisdiction over me living. That would be absolute torture for me. At what point do you consider a relationship to be "long-term?" A year, so long as you were consistently together. Stable. What jobs did your parents have when you were growing up? My dad's been a mailman my entire life, and he had a second job at Lowe's for a while as a carpenter. He hated it. Mom worked with computer data at the hospital when I was very young, and then she was an assitant and special needs teacher for a long time. Do they still have these jobs? Or different jobs? Or have they retired? ^ about Dad. It's his only job now. Mom is currently on disability. Do you have a cell contract plan, or are you on a pre-paid plan? Would you believe me if I said I'm unsure? Haha. I use a Tracfone, and my mom takes care of whatever plan comes with that, so idk. Would your parents be okay with you dating someone of another race? Mom, absolutely. I'm unsure about Dad. I mean he wouldn't *seriously* care so long as they were good to me, but I think he might still be kinda racist. Or he just jokes about it a lot (which should not be joked about, btw). Do you like when friends stop by unexpectedly? "No way lol. I’m very much of a loner and want to be “prepared” to spend time with people." <<<< Absolutely this. How strong are your feelings for the last person you kissed? I love her very, very much. What was the last thing someone else bought for you? Food, I'm sure. Are you attracted to the last person you exchanged numbers with? I haven't seen a picture of her in years, so I have no idea. I remember she was beautiful, though. Is music a daily part of your life? Not daily, no. Some days I only watch YT videos instead of listen to music. What do you think of country music? Not a fan at all. It's ironic considering it was my favorite genre as a little kid. There's the occasional country song I like (mostly ones from my childhood, though), but those are few and far between. Tim McGraw, now, I love. Did you go to your high school’s graduation? Yeah, even though I didn't want to. I didn't care enough about the actual ceremony. Who was the last person to message you on Facebook? What would you do if that person told you they have feelings for you? That would be the woman I took family pictures for. She's married and we barely know each other, so I can assure you she doesn't. When you apply your make-up, do you do it in a specific order? On the very rare occasion I wore makeup, yes. Eyeliner, usually eyeshadow, mascara, and most rarely, black lipstick. Does it matter to you if your significant other smokes? Yes. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Mom, I think. Do you like where you are in life right now? HA. Is your mom overbearing? No.

[padfootagain]

The Flower Shop Around The Corner (II)

Part 2 : Ray Of Sunshine

 Here is the second part of my cute series for Chris Evans! For now, all things are a little chaotic. But hey, you know me… it's still cute :)

Hope you all like it!

Gif not mine

Word Count : 2000

How could anyone be that annoying?

HOW?!

It was beyond comprehension.

And the worst part was that everyone else seemed to love him. When you? You were starting to seriously hate him.

Hate may have been a strong word but he was just… so… argh!

There were no words that came to your mind. What was beyond absolutely annoyed?

Not that he was a total jerk, and that was the worst part, what annoyed you the most. Because you couldn’t just blame the fact that he was evil, as he wasn’t evil at all. There was just something about him that went on your nerves. Perhaps it was the tiny crooked smile that never left his lips, or the way he laughed so dramatically and… actually you could make an entire essay on how his bloody laugh annoyed you. The way he always threw his whole body around, you thought he would fall off his chair everytime. And the way he always grabbed his chest, why did he do that? Was he afraid to lose a boob laughing? And how loud he was and the jokes, for goodness sake, how old was he? Five? And whenever you wanted to actually work, he was always joking around and you could never focus and you were so infuriated and…

Just the thought made your heart rush in your chest with anger, and you had to take a deep breath to calm down. There was nothing you could do about Chris Evans. He was your coworker, and that was it. How could you play a romantic comedy with him though? For now, you seemed able to fool your director and he seemed satisfied with your work. You hadn’t had to kiss him yet though.

Urgh… the mere thought was disgusting.

You were halfway through the project and you really didn’t know how you could finish it. You knew you had to, you just didn’t know how.

You kicked an imaginary can as you walked through the sunny street, your hands in the pockets of your jeans and your face turned towards the sky. Summer lingered on through the weeks of August, even if September would soon spread its chilly breeze. It was still early in the morning, but the streets, as usual, were filled with hurrying strangers. Shops were getting ready to open, the rhythm of the town still a little lazier than what it commonly was.

The front of the flower shop appeared by your side, your feet guiding you to the quiet and colourful place without you even noticing. It was a ritual by now. Every morning, before heading to work, you spent a few minutes at the flower shop to get your letter.

A smile formed on your lips at the mere thought, and through the street coloured in gold by the early sun, all thoughts of your colleague disappeared. Instead, they were replaced by this delightful feeling of calm and joy that never failed to cross your heart at the thought of the letters you received every day.

After giving back his wallet to this stranger, you had, for some unknown reason, listened to the florist and came back the next day. And he had indeed left you another note. So you replied. And he replied back… and on and on the notes turned into letters and now every morning you got a letter from him and left your answer for him to find in the evening. It had been going on for weeks now, through the whole summer actually. And it was your favourite thing in New York now.

Why had it turned so important to you? Perhaps it was the mere thrill of writing to a perfect stranger. After all, you had never met, you had no idea how old he was or what he looked like, you didn’t even know clearly what was his job. You didn’t even know his name. He always signed his letters by The Wallet Guy, and you signed with The Peonies Girl. And that was enough. For now at least, it was.

In contrast, you were talking about more intimate things that you would have done with even your friends. It was the final proof that sometimes, it was easier to speak to a perfect stranger than to your dearest friend. You just needed to find the right ear to whisper to. And you found it in the Wallet Guy, clearly.

You knocked on the glass door of the flower shop. It was too early for the store to be open, but it had never been an issue. The merry owner always let you in, excited to play her part in this game between two strangers.

A game… it was turning into much more than a mere game for you though. After all, you were so fond of this new friend of yours. He was charming, funny, delicate, such a good listener and adviser, grounded, fragile…

With a snort, you thought he was quite the opposite to your colleague.

But you pushed the thought of Chris away once more, and instead, knocked on the front door for Carlotta to unlock the door.

As she did everyday, she opened the door with a grin and invited you inside.

She didn’t lose any time, and reached on the counter to collect the red envelope your stranger had left for you. Upon the crimson paper, the words Peonies Girl were traced in a tiny and nervous handwriting that by now you could have recognized anywhere.

"He rewrote it three times. Three times!" Carlotta excitedly told you.

You leaned against the wooden counter and tore the envelope open without further wasted moment, but you couldn’t refrain the shy smile her remark brought to your lips.

You had barely read a couple of words that you felt all your worries vanish, and your shy smile widened and turned into a bright one.

 Dear Peony,

 I like this nickname of yours. It suits you well. It breathes summer warmth and a soft joy that turns people peaceful.

I understand how it feels to miss home. I’m not so far from Boston and yet I would do anything to go there and have a meal on Sunday with all my family. Even my dog misses it. I can see it. No, of course I am not simply using him as an ally just to prove a point. He really misses it. He told me this very morning.

I’m sorry to hear that you are having troubles with your colleague. But we all have people around us we don’t get along with. Just… try not to punch him, would you? Besides, who knows, perhaps he’s not as bad as he seems. Perhaps it just takes a little time for the two of you to get to know each other. As a proof, a colleague of mine said today that I was childish and unprofessional. Now, to a certain extent I wouldn’t care, but I don’t know why her words really went straight to my heart. I don’t know why I care so much, we don’t even like each other, quite the opposite, actually. A little bit like you and your own colleague, I guess. But coming from her it felt painful. Perhaps it’s because she is talented. I don’t think I’ll understand this reaction of mine. Perhaps it’s just my brain making too many thoughts again. I have to admit that I'm quite stressed these days, and I struggle a little more than usual with my own thoughts.

The news this morning have me horrified. Once more, I know, and one might think that by now I’m used to it, but far from it. I reckon my last tweet pissed off a few of our idiotic president's followers. I couldn’t be happier.

It’s late already, and I pity this poor Carlotta for keeping her store open so late at night simply for me to write to you. I try to hurry as I put my words on the page, but then I only end up starting all over again, unsatisfied. I don’t know why I want so badly to express my thoughts the right way with you. But after all, reading your letter every evening is probably the brightest moment of my day, I merely hope that my messages reach your heart the same way yours reach mine.

 All yours,

 The Wallet Guy.

 You folded back the letter with a grin. You hadn’t even noticed it, but on the counter by your side, Carlotta had put down a cup of hot coffee, a pen, a few sheets of paper and a blue envelope. She was leaning on the other side of the counter and watching you with eyes full of mischief.

"So?" she asked with a crooked smile.

"So… nothing… unusual…" you spoke softly, but the bright smile on your face was giving it all away.

"Oh, come on! Give me something!"

You rolled your eyes.

"So… he was very sweet," you answered with a dreamy smile lingering on your lips.

She let out a strange noise between a squeal and a giggle, and went back to tend to her flowers with an excited look on her face.

Meanwhile, you drank a gulp of the warm beverage, picked up the pen, and began to write back.

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 Chris was exhausted. No matter how many cups of coffee he drank up, he couldn’t wipe away the fatigue that drowned him. Long hours of work were a part of the reason. The rest was his friends deciding to drop by and spend the night drinking and laughing with him. He still had a headache, that the mere three hours of sleep he had managed to grab had not been able to diminish.

The second he saw you, he felt his whole body tensing. You had a dreamy smile on your lips, and he wondered where the gesture came from. It was on your features every morning, and would slowly wane as the hours flew away and the sun up there travelled across the sky to sink in the Hudson River.

He welcomed you with a forced smile as you sat down by his side in the chair marked with your name, waiting for the scene to start, and he recognized the faked gesture on your lips as well. A polite but frozen curve traced on your lips that matched his.

For a moment, you remained motionless, sitting side by side but separated by a world of thoughts. All around, people hurried back and forth, from cameramen to make up artists, getting ready to start shooting the new scenes.

"You look terrible," you blurted out in an innocent voice.

"Thank you," he sighed.

"Will you be up for today?"

"Doubting my professionalism again, I see…"

You didn't know if he was joking or not. You preferred to keep your reaction cautious and didn't reply anything.

"Don't worry, a little lack of sleep won't stop me from learning my lines," he went on. "But I reckon that a little party once in a while would do you good."

You glared at him.

"I was just kidding," he defended himself, but you were far from convinced.

In fact, you were angry already. What was the point in a remark like that? His tone sounded innocent, but you failed to see if he was really joking or not.

"I'm not as boring as you might think," you mumbled in an annoyed tone.

He heaved a sigh.

"I never said you were boring. You simply have no sense of humour whatsoever."

"Or perhaps you're just not funny."

He shook his head, and there was an expression on his face suddenly, that was almost close to guilt.

"That was a little mean."

"No more than usual," you shrugged.

"Why do you enjoy getting on my nerves like that?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

You were relieved as you were called for your first scene of the day.

"Lucky we are to have only a few weeks left and then we can stay as far from each other as we can."

"What a bliss that will be, I can't wait."

"So… back at politely hating each other."

"I reckon it's for the best."

Chris remained silent for a short moment, before getting up as well and following you across the large hall to reach the set where an office had been built.

"That's a shame, really. I'm sure we could have been friends."

"Friends?" you laughed at him. "I don't think so."

"If you weren't so uptight…"

"And if you weren't so childish… But we're not living in a fairytale, and you can't get alone with everyone you meet."

He nodded before asking you if you wanted to talk about the scene. A voice polite and rather cold for him. Neutral. It was the best he could do.

Why couldn’t the two of you get along, he didn't really know. He couldn't say that you were a bad person, you just seemed so annoyed by him. And he was annoyed by you. He liked professionalism, but he also liked to joke around, and you seemed immune to his humour. You seemed kinder than you behaved around him.

A pity, but he guessed you were right. Sometimes, people just didn't like each other. At least, not under these circumstances.

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[captainsonofabitch]

Steter or Steo- Harry Potter AU

im sorrrrrrrry, this isnt really what I was imagining but my brain didnt really want to cooperate :)

Stiles was in the Room of Requirement again. It was nothing new; he spent most of his time in there now, in one form or another. Since Scott had been adopted into the ‘Cool, Popular, Interhouse Squad’ as Stiles liked to call it, the boy had left his former best friend in the dust. Apparently intelligent, hyperactive Slytherins were Not Allowed. And so, as Scott began to spend more and more time with the group, Stiles had to find something to fill the void left by the Gryffindor.

That something ended up being the Room of Requirement. You see, no matter what mood Stiles was in – whether he wanted to read or dance or cry or simply find something to occupy his ever-active mind – the room had a variety to suit. Of course, Stiles had his favourites; the dim, cosy, purple lounge that often appeared to match his melancholy; the light, bright, yellow study that he could spend hours upon hours researching in; the gentle, cavernous, sky blue bedroom that he had spent many a night hiding away from his dormmates within. It had a colour for every emotion, a setup for every passion. Stiles had tried ballet in a studio it had conjured one day, ice skating another. The room had created a swimming pool, a muggle-esque gym, a painting studio, hell there had even been that one time where the magic had conjured an entire muggle kitchen and Stiles had spent a long afternoon and evening baking to his hearts content. Long story short, Stiles loved the room, the room loved Stiles, and nobody had ever bothered him within its comforting confines.

Until one day, because for unfortunately for Snakes like Stiles, their Head of House took student wellbeing and safety very seriously. Sometimes. When he had a vested ‘interest’ in the student.

It had been an afternoon like any other. Scott was sitting down for lunch with the usual group; Lydia, Jackson, Derek, Cora, Isaac, Erica, Boyd and Allison, and Stiles was across the Great Hall tucking into a veritable feast of fresh fruit alone. The guy sitting beside him – What was his name again? Theo? – leaned uncomfortably close to Stiles’ ear and chuckled, “You know Professor Hale is staring at you again, right?” To which the boy promptly choked on his mouthful and spat semi-chewed raspberries across the table in front of him. Theo laughed again.

“What the fuck, man! Why would you say that?” Stiles turned to glare at the boy beside him, narrowing his eyes. The smirk Theo sent back was infuriating.

“You know as well as I do that he’s obsessed with you. What, with the way you two flirt in Arithmancy I’m surprised he hasn’t… I dunno… Snapped and fucked you over the desk or something.”

Heat filled Stiles’ face and he spluttered indignantly.

“We do not flirt! If anything, he antagonises me and I retaliate! There is no flirting going on at all! None!”

Theo hummed.

“Whatever you say, dude. Doesn’t change the fact that he looks at you like he wants to eat you. Pretty hot if you ask me.”

“Well I didn’t,” Stiles snapped, and the conversation was finished. He stood up with a screech of the bench and hastily gathered his things, stalking from the Great Hall with his face still an embarrassing shade of red.

Stiles didn’t see Professor Hale getting up to follow, but Theo did. His cackles followed them both from the room.

Mood sufficiently soured and with no classes for the remainder of the day, the Slytherin decided to forgo the common room and his dorm and instead head towards his little sanctuary, wondering at what room would await him today. It took little time to reach the seventh floor, the seventhsixhs-year ducking in and out of shortcuts he had discovered throughout his many escapades through the Castle.

Blissfully aware of the figure shadowing him, Stiles emerged from behind a suit of armour and practically jogged over to the wall that housed his favourite room(s), hastily walking back and forth his required three times before a small, dark oak doorway appeared. With a murmured ‘Fuck yeah!’ he pushed it open and ducked inside, grinning dopily at the pale blues that made up what he had dubbed his ‘Comfort Room.’

The room was pretty small, cosy and well-lit with magically created sunlight streaming in from a skylight in the very centre. Sitting elevated in the shafted sunlight was a four-poster bed decked out in royal blue, silken sheets with an abundance of blankets and pillows strewn haphazardly across the top. There wasn’t much more to the room, plush carpets in a baby blue making up the floorspace and a decadent chaise-lounge settled in the far corner, but it was what Stiles needed when his head was too loud or he was feeling particularly homesick or vulnerable and that’s all that mattered. It provided comfort he couldn’t find anywhere else in the Castle, and in that room the Castle took care of him.

Stiles made a beeline for the bed, kicking his sneakers off and ditching his robe as he dug his toes into the thick material of the carpet. His bag was put down with little finesse and, with a silly little noise of content from the back of his throat, he flopped face-first down onto the smooth sheets.  Manoeuvring himself further onto the large mattress, the boy rocked onto his side, tucked his knees up to his chin and simply exhaled, allowing his eyes to flutter shut with every intention of simply taking a much-needed nap.

Apparently, someone had other plans.

There was a pointed cough and then a voice echoed across the room.

“So this is where you’ve been disappearing to. I had wondered why no one has seen you in the common room in a while…”

Stiles could only groan. Why, out of everyone who could have confronted him, did it have to be Professor Hale?

“What, your spies tell you I’ve been skipping out on our weekly Slytherin board games night? Were you worried about me, Sir?” Stiles snarked in response, rolling over so that he was laying on his side but now facing the doorway where his Head of House was standing.

“I only spy because I care. You know this. Well, because I care and because it entertains me endlessly to so blatantly abuse my authority over my Prefects,” he replied.

Stiles stifled a laugh with the hand trapped between his body and the bed. He met the man’s eyes and flushed at the fond look the elder was sending him. Sometimes Professor Hale did that; looked at him with such sincerity and care that soothed some part of Stiles that he hadn’t even realised was in unrest. Peter started towards him.

“Tormenting Jackson does sound like an enjoyable pastime, I suppose. In that case, I guess I can forgive the blatant abuse of power, Peter.”

“Much appreciated, Mieczysław.”

Peter stopped just beside the bed where Stiles lay, grinning down at his pupil. The boy in question smiled in return, falling onto his back and snorting out a quiet laugh.

“So what happens now that you’ve discovered my secret hideout? Are you going to give me detention for the rest  of the year? Kick me out of the house? Tell me how much I’m letting Slytherin down? Because, don’t worry, I already kno-“

Stiles was cut off by a firm hand over his mouth, furrowing his brow and glaring up at his professor indignantly. Peter looked… anxious? Stiles couldn’t quite decipher the look, but as the man leaned down closer, face hovering inches above his students, realisation dawned.

“Please,” Peter murmured. “Tell me to stop.”

Stiles, eyes wide, shook his head slightly as the elder’s hand left his lips.

“And if I don’t?”

Lifting from the bed mere inches, the boy squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his mouth carefully to the others. Peter gasped quietly against him. When Stiles dropped his head back down onto the pillow, his professor followed, lips chasing the sad attempt at a kiss. Letting his eyes blink open, he witnessed the look in Peter’s eyes go from shocked to amazed in mere moments.

Their lips connected once again, this time more firmly, and a large hand came up to cup the nape of Stiles’ neck, keeping them pressed close. Humming contentedly, the boy dared to flick his tongue out, running it cheekily across Peter’s lower lip and grinning at the sweet tang of Pumpkin Juice that must have lingered from lunch. It was Peter’s turn to make a low noise, climbing so he was astride Stiles on the bed and pretty much securing the younger to the bed with his weight. Reluctantly, the professor pulled back.

“We… We shouldn’t do this. Talia will have my head…”

Stiles scoffed. “What can the Headmistress do about it? In a few months I’ll be out of here forever, off to Romania with Charlie. Soon enough it’ll be out of her jurisdiction all together, so what does it matter?”

Stiles gazed upwards at the man as he pondered what the boy had said, fear giving way to consideration and finally settling on confidence. His signature smug smirk returned and he pressed a chaste kiss to Stiles’ brow.

“You’re right. As usual, I suppose. I do so adore your smart-ass nature.”

Stiles barked out a laugh and grinned stupidly up at his chuckling head-of-house.

“Well, you’re stuck with it now.”

[iamtaekooked]

Vanilla Rules || Ch 14

Genre: Enemies to Lovers! AU, badboy! au, college! au

Word count: 8.0k

Synopsis:

The hate saga between you and baddie of the town Park Jimin rests on two very simple rules: 1.) Hate each other for the rest of your lives and 2.)under no circumstances fall in love with each other. But what happens when the possibility of love threatens this dynamic?

A/N: Enjoy! Personally one of my favourite chapters in this series. I am sure you guys will like this one because it has been long overdue. 

Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 3 || Ch 4 || Ch 5 || Ch 6 || Ch 7|| Ch 8 || Ch 9 || Ch 10|| Ch 11 || Ch 12 || Ch 13 || Ch 14

After the soccer team had won the game, Elijah from the team had decided to throw a pool party at his house to celebrate. You were walking with Taehyung by your side towards the driveway of a gated mansion which happened to be Elijah’s home. You never had any idea he was rich and you had to physically stop yourself from exclaiming aloud. Taehyung was talking about something you hadn’t paid attention to properly but you knew the subject involved Jimin since he said his name, after which you stopped listening. You had no desire to be anywhere near thoughts about him mentally or just physically.

Taehyung stopped walking beside you and once you realized that you did too. You turned back to face him.

“Did you listen to me?” he crossed his arms over his chest.

You didn’t but you couldn’t say that without sounding rude. “Yeah” you lied since you didn’t want him to repeat it again without bringing up Jimin.

“And are you okay with it? I mean if you aren’t I would understand. We can go back and we can tell Hoseok one of us is sick or something”

Okay with what?

“Y-yeah. Yeah I am fine with it. Let’s go” you said distractedly and hoped whatever you had agreed to wouldn’t come to bite you back because Taehyung did look very worried. With a sign you began walking again, taking in the grandeur of the place. Before you knew it you were stepping into the overly crowded mansion. It looked he had invited half the college and why not, he had the place to accommodate. You could only recognize a few people and the rest were absolute strangers. Most had abandoned their clothes and were in their bikini’s or swimming trunks.

“Oh god he has two pools” Taehyung walked straight in the direction of the backyard like a dazed child with his mouth agape in admiration and eyes wide with wonder, as if he had never seen anything like it before. There were people in both the pools, and one of them had been set up for pool volleyball. Taehyung shrugged of his shirt and jumped straight into the pool, garnering everyone’s attention and cheers. As always he was the social butterfly.

“You made it!” you heard Hoseok’s voice and immediately turned only to run straight into his chest for an embrace.

“I made it!” you pulled away with a giggle.

Oh,and I got this tequila” you handed it to him and he led you to the kitchen where he placed the bottle among many others. The surface was laden with food and other drinks, mostly beer.

“Hey, do you want something to drink?” Hoseok questioned, looking at the myriad of choices in front of you.

“This punch looks good” you pointed to the giant bowl with the blue liquid.

“Good choice. It’s my secret concoction” he said jokingly, while pouring you a cup.

“Well at least if soccer doesn’t work out, you could always bartend” you snickered making him chuckle as well.

He handed you the drink and you smelled it first before taking a sip. “I smell strawberries. How cliche”

“I am a cliche guy. Try it though” he prodded and you put the cup to your lips and took a small sip.

“Oh gosh. This is like roofied lemonade” you exclaimed in surprise because the mixture of strawberry soda, lemonade vodka made for a classic combination. But you detected another sweet note which lingered pleasurably in your mouth “Wait is there peach schnapps in here?”

“No it’s gatorade. That is the secret” he winked and shockingly enough it induced a blush on your cheeks. That did not even happen when he kissed you-- which suddenly made you feel very awkward and reminded you that neither of you talked about it. With the way his behaviour was so normal you wondered if you should touch the topic. Maybe he forgot all about it. Maybe it was a heat of the moment thing.

“Seriously? Gatorade? That is kind of disgusting and the worst combination with alcohol” immediately after the revelation your nose scrunched in distaste. But it did explain the blue color.

“You liked it. Don’t lie. Besides there are better things to focus  your attention on, such as the pool, which also happens to be blue in color. Unless that disgusts you too” he purses his lips to hide the teasing smile

“Oh shut up” you playfully slapped him on the arm which you realized a second later might have been a bit too flirtatious.

“So are we going out there?” he motioned his head to the backyard.

“I thought I would enjoy this disgustingly awesome punch. But i guess not” you chugged it in one breath before excusing yourself to change into your bikini.

You hadn’t seen Jimin yet which was a good sign, in fact it made your night that much better. Being around him was like being dunked in a tank without oxygen. You wished things hadn’t gotten that bad and you could be your usual self around each other-- just hating one another. But it wasn’t like that anymore. You could not drown yourself in that hate because so much had changed.

You shrugged your clothes off before heading outside to the backyard, where Hoseok was standing in front of the pool, stretching his arms to the sky. No matter what anyone said, the man definitely had an ogle worthy body. You shook yourself out of your trance before approaching him.

“Hey” you said timidly, rocking back and forth on your feet because it felt awkward.

Hoseok turned around and immediately his jaw dropped the second he laid eyes on you. He gave you a once over before he whispered “wow”

Your instinct was to cover yourself up but you stood there under his intense stare, waiting for it to somehow get less awkward.

“You look… h-h-hot” he almost coughed

“What?!” you exclaimed because that was not what you were expecting.

“Sorry. I meant you look good” his cheeks flushed red and without a word he turned around and jumped in the pool. The water splashed and soaked you completely.

“What the hell?” you screamed while giggling and wiped your face clean of water.

“Your turn!” he yelled back

You hesitated for a bit before jumping in the pool with him. The water was colder than you expected. You splashed around in the pool, making a game of who could splash the other more. It was nice hanging out with Hoseok because the time you spent with him was the longest you had gone without Jimin on your mind. He still hadn’t appeared at the party which was a huge relief.

You were unaware of how much time had elapsed with you in the pool, but the end you had caught a cold which had you sneezing without an end near in sight. Maybe you should have listened to your body before when you felt chilly. Maybe then the night would not have been ruined.

“I am going to go inside for a bit” you told Hoseok who had wrapped a towel around your figure with an understanding nod. You stepped in through the french doors of the balcony which immediately brought a sense of relief as the warmth hit your skin, raising goosebumps on your flesh. You pushed through sweaty bodies and made your way upstairs where you had left your clothes to change back into them. Not that the shorts would be of much help.

You made a beeline for the bathroom only to find it locked. So you rushed downstairs to the third bathroom in the gigantic house-- only to bump into Jimin.

Fuck. Shit. Why is he here?

You stumbled back in shock-- whether from the collision or from seeing him, you did not know. You looked at him wide eyed, like you weren’t expecting to bump into him in such a manner. And you weren’t, but facing him in reality was vastly different than the image in your head. Your stomach tightened in knots and a nauseating feeling built up to your throat, almost suffocating you. You felt the need to retch since the acidic liquid was pooling under your tongue. You stood staring at him like an idiot while he looked at you with his normal unreadable expression. Was he happy? Was he pissed? Was he irritated? What was he thinking?

So many burning questions, and the answers to them would forever evade you, which in itself was a big frustration, apart from the fact that it was weird that you were concerned about his thoughts and feelings in the first place. You shouldn’t have been but you were as you watched the man in front of you stare without uttering a single word or even blinking. He must have been thinking something. Maybe he was just as surprised to bump into you, but he knew you were going to be here. Maybe he was also thinking about everything that happened between you in the past few days, and he was stumped for words.

“Jimin?” you heard an almost feline like voice. It prompted the direction of your attention to a pretty brunette female next to him, who was waving her hand in front of his face to get his attention. She had the most gorgeous hazel coloured eyes you could envision on any human being. You knew that you did not need to look at the rest of her to know that it would set you into a spiral of self-deprecating comparisons because you didn’t think you could compare. But why would you need to?  

Your first thought: why is she with him?

You had to mentally chide this side of you to remind yourself that it was none of your concern who he was with. He could be with anybody he wanted to. Perhaps for a time you had thought that he had left his old habits behind. That he was a new man, with a better hold on himself. But maybe not. Maybe he could never change and maybe you should stop wishing for it to be so. Or maybe he never even really liked you as he had said. If that were the case he wouldn’t come to a party with another girl. Surely, he brought her here as his date.

Now that thought should have been a relief for you, but it wasn’t. If anything, it left it its wake a pang of disappointment followed by a weird feeling of sadness that constricted your chest. Like the one time your eighth grade crush had brought your friend Jessica to the annual Snowfall Dance, and you had wanted to cry because it did not feel good. It felt something like that this time too and you wanted to cry but for very different reasons-- mostly because you hated that you even cared and it scared the hell out of you.

“Jimin?” came her coy voice again and it oozed so much sexuality because even her just saying his name sounded so damn sensual. No wonder he brought her. In fact she was exactly his type of girl-- looks and talks.

“Huh?” he finally looked away from you and at her, a wide look realization in his eyes that she was there too. “Sorry. I just-- Were you saying something?” he paused and glanced at you. “Babe” he added at the end while looking at her.

You heart sunk hearing that word although you had heard him say that to a hundred different girls, sometimes in the hallways, sometimes yelling it out as his favourite flavour of the week walked by. This time though it didn’t ring by empty ears because you actually paid attention. You scowled at both of them before schooling your expression into one of indifference. He couldn’t know your raging thoughts and feelings. No one could know and if it was up to you, you wouldn’t let yourself feel them either.  

Maybe he never meant what he said and that is a relief

You weren’t fully convinced it was a good thing though because you just didn’t 100% feel that way, given your mind had been stuck in a limbo regarding that moment. It wasn’t a certain feeling like many others you have experienced before. It was missing the element of truth to it. It was like lying to yourself.

“Are you okay?” she questioned, like they had both forgotten someone was standing in front of them.

“Yeah I am fine” he gave her a small smile before directing his attention to you. Just like moments ago, you two wordlessly looked at each other, neither able to extend forward a greeting.

“Do you guys.. know each other?”

“Yeah” you both said in unison without breaking the eye contact which was frankly driving you nuts. But you couldn’t look away. Because if you did then he would look at her and deep, deep, deep, very deep down you did not want that. It was a good thing too. Because very, very, very deep down was something you could handle since it could never come to the surface. Feelings like that rarely ever grew and blossomed. That want would never transition into some deeper feeling like jealousy because you would kill yourself before it happened. It was an exaggeration but you would do something drastic before you let yourself go that much.

Never. Ever.

“Hi. I am Bethany” she extended her hand while you just stared at her blankly. A name like that was too puritan for a girl with her tastes. Bethany could be envisaged as some devout Christian who said her prayers, did her good dues and went to Church on Sundays. You weren’t even sure she could spell the word ‘church’ much less enter such a holy place.

“Y/n” you replied without meeting her hand midway which she retracted slowly as if she thought you might change your mind.

“How do you two know each other?” she question with what sounded like genuine curiosity, but for some reason it sounded a bit fake-- atleast to you.

“Uhh-- we go to the same college” Jimin interjected quickly. For some fucked up reason yet again, you felt a pang of disappointment. Like you were expecting something more from him-- maybe he would say you were his friend, or at the very least an acquaintance. Going to the same college together was such a generic reply which didn’t even answer her question. He went to college with thousand other people, did he know them too?

“It was nice seeing you” your mouth managed to utter the horribly embarrassing words which in this situation painted you as the one who had no self-respect. He certainly didn’t seem overjoyed by your presence, so it wasn’t a warranted response. If he acted indifferent, and cold you should have to-- that’s how it has always been, a good balance of give and take.  You were supposed to be mad at him for yelling at you and for a million other things-- maybe like kissing you. So, no it shouldn’t have been nice to see him.

But it was

Seriously y/n what in the fucking hell is wrong with you? You had to yell at yourself mentally again because your thoughts were getting out of hand.

Red faced, you stepped past them and headed somewhere, where you could die with shame.

///

There was something about the way Jimin sat with Bethany at the edge of the pool. You had never seen him engaged in such a serious conversation before. The way he was nodding at her with a small shy smile at the corner of his lips almost gave him the air of being interested in whatever she had to say or worse-- in her.

You had no clue what made you think it was worse he would be interested in her, but the fact remained you couldn’t stop focusing on it. It was like a downward spiral, a vicious circle because the more you thought about it the more you cared, and the less you tried to think about- try being the key word- the more your mind focused on it. You saw no end in sight for this.

So, all you could do was sit there and pretend to be a part of the conversation among your group of friends, all the while trying to remind yourself that it did not matter. Hell, if you wanted to you could get so drunk and make out with some random dude. But you didn’t feel like getting drunk and neither did you want to make out with anyone, even though some of the guys at the party were definitely worthy of it. Maybe that was the problem.

“I am gonna go get a drink” you lifted your feet from the pool and stood up. The music was actually blaring at this point and passing by the speakers wreaked havoc on your skull.

But somehow you made it inside without inducing a headache. There was nothing else that interested you from all the choice of alcohol except for the beer. You reached for it but at the same time someone else did too. The hand was considerably cold as it touched yours but it brought some relief because you realized just how warm your whole body was. You cautiously looked up to find--

“Jimin” you whispered and immediately retracted your hand. “It’s cool. You can have it”

“Your hand is extremely warm” he commented and let his hand fall by his side too.

“I realized that” you took one last glance before looking down at your feet, because suddenly it felt more fascinating to do that

“Are you sick or something?” he feigned indifference but even he knew that little bit of concern slipped through his voice, making his feelings loud and clear.

“I am fine” you said curtly, still not meeting his eyes. Somehow hearing that bit of care in his voice didn’t sit well with you. He shouldn’t care, yet he sounded like he did.

“You don’t look fine” he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. You shuddered due to the coldness of it or maybe simply because he was touching you. It could be either of those things but you were willing to bet it was the latter. And you didn’t like it.

“I am okay” you flinched away from his hand which he let drop by his side with a defeated sigh.

“You might have a fever”

“I’ll be fine”

“Stop being so stubbo-”

“Why the fuck do you care?” the anger in your tone rose with each word because his words made it sound like he cared, but his actions did the complete opposite. You couldn’t understand why it affected you so much, why it felt like there was a heavy weight on your heart, when you didn’t even respond to his kiss or his words that day. Why was it that a week later it suddenly started to form into something else?

You should be indifferent, and normal about him bringing a date, but you’re not. You should treat him the same way you treat people you don’t know-- aware of their existence and that is it. You shouldn’t notice him, what he says or does. You shouldn’t even be thinking about it but you are and you can’t understand why. It induced so much frustration that it made  you want to cry. The outburst was more the result of confusion and fear than actual dislike for the boy.

You had seen it so many times before and turned a blind eye. It never mattered who he fucked, or who he loved. But now your mind found a fixation with every action, every gesture, every word of his. Unconsciously, you felt the need to analyze every look he gave you, every word he said, or every word he didn’t say. You felt the need to dissect every single thing like someone with OCD, and overthink things to the point that they felt meaningless.

“Right” he nodded gravely and reached down for the can of beer. “I don’t care” he shrugged apathetically, the expression on his face suddenly one of rigid detachment like someone flipped a switch in him. “I’ll take this beer. Otherwise you might just make a fool out of yourself getting drunk” the bite in his words was so much like the old Jimin, one who never forfeited any opportunity to rile you up.

You guffawed and looked at him wide eyed. “You know what? Fuck off” with a scowl you went back outside to join your group of friends

The steaming expression of anger on your face must have tipped Taehyung off because in an instant he was asking what was wrong as you sat down by the poolside dipping your feet in the cool water.

“Nothing” you muttered through clenched teeth while having your having arms folded across your chest in an intimidating manner. You watched with seething anger as Jimin handed the drink to his stupid date and she took it with that frustratingly gorgeous smile on her face.

What an asshole

“Oh I get it” Taehyung spoke

“What” you asked without taking your eyes off Jimin.

“You’re jealous” he replied casually without that tone of unexpectedness in his voice almost like he was expecting it.

“Excuse me?” you turned to look at him with a frown, like he had just said something disgusting. “Why the fuck would I be jealous?”

“Well your face tells a different story so forgive me. But to be fair I did tell you about it” he pointed to Jimin and his date. You were never going to utter her name, it just made you too, angry. You looked at him blankly because you had no idea what he was talking about.

He looked at you with raised eyebrows-- the classic ‘oh really” expression. “Seriously? What the hell do you think I was talking about on our way here. I asked you if it was okay and if not we could go back home”

Now it made more sense, the concern on his face, the weird questions he was asking. But it did prompt you to question why he was worried about you with regards to Jimin bringing a date. Did he think you felt something for him? If that was the case it was a big misconception because the only thing you felt for Jimin was contempt. Kind of.

“Hold up. Do you think I like him or something?”

“Uhh……” he seemed to ponder his answer as he looked up to the side as if he was seriously contemplating what he wanted to say. His eyes flickered like someone who was mentally changing their answer. “No?”

“Why did you say that like a question? Like you’re not sure it’s a definite no” the tone of defensive had Taehyung frowning with suspicion, like he had an inkling something was going on.

“Why are you getting so upset. Chill. I don’t think you like him. Happy?” he shook his head at you like he thought you lost a screw or two.

“Because” you huffed. “He stole my beer. Okay? He stole my beer and I am pissed off about it. I mean I never thought he could steal my beer. I don’t even like him. So how dare he take my beer against my will. To--to think that he could actually take my beer-- it fucks with me” you sighed after the little rant. But Taehyung just looked more confused than ever and rightly so because when you realized what you had said made no sense.

“What?” taehyung gave you that look-- the one people give to those they think are crazy. “Are you sure you’re talking about beer? Because that’s kind of an overreaction for a can of beer”

You didn’t even listen to the second part and stopped when he questioned if you were talking about the beer. You glanced at Jimin again, and to see him act like he didn’t care at all it didn’t exactly feel too good. The way he was so careless about it all, so free like he didn’t have anything on his mind regarding you, like you didn’t exist lent a heavy, constricted feeling to your throat. Like you could not breathe. It wasn’t fair since you were all up in your feelings while he looked like he was having a good time.

“Yeah. Definitely the beer” you nodded gravely, as you realized you weren’t talking about the beer at all.

That was the one moment in your life you felt utterly scared.

///

The party had been moved inside due to the sudden storm which came as a relief because at least you didn’t have to suffer outside in the cold due to the mere social obligation and peer pressure. The only problem was the lights were out as well, but it wasn’t a problem given Elijah had been completely prepared for the possibility as the whole house was lit with candles. It was almost too romantic a setting which made a tightening knot in your stomach. Even though the lights were very dim, the surroundings were still visible. Well everyone else could see because you were bumping into furniture and people as you navigated your way upstairs to go to the washroom.

The was a kind solace in this partial darkness. No one could really see your face, or the red that had plastered itself onto your cheeks, or the angered look on your face which had been there since you saw Jimin. Or even the panic hidden behind that anger. No one could ask you what was wrong and you wouldn’t have to lie about it. It was the perfect disguise to hide your thoughts and feelings behind the curtain of darkness that had befallen. The storm was all that anyone was talking about, except some people who still managed to make out with each other, like the gay couple in the corner of the balcony upstairs.

You pushed past people and turned the handle of the bathroom when--

“Shh” you heard someone whisper and felt their hand cover your mouth. You protested against his hand but everything sounded like random noise. You couldn’t even see his face since the upstairs was plunged into darkness. So, you had no idea who had the audacity to do this. You had half a mind to kick him in the nuts, but didn’t want to aim wrong and hit something else around you.

“Come on” you heard the voice again and felt a tug on your arm before you realized you were being pulled into a room.

You tried to say something again. “Hey. You-”

“Shh.” replied the voice in a whisper like someone was right outside the door. Like this was something so forbidden it might land you in trouble.

His hand softly snaked behind your waist, holding you close. You felt goosebumps rise onto your skin, the trail of his touch leaving behind a burning feeling. Your heart rate had risen and you were sure that he could feel the beating of your heart through your shirt.

“Who the- ” you whispered back in urgency, trying to wriggle out from his grip.

“Shut up” you were cut off by the gruff voice

And there it was. You knew this voice very well but before you could say anything his lips were on yours. Again.

Jimin

Deja Vu

You felt the tingles in your skin again, you felt the burning of your flesh as he kissed you. His lips were soft as they melted into yours. Unlike last time you gave in because you liked this feeling of forbiddenness-- one that you had created for yourself. You shouldn’t have been feeling this thrilled because you weren’t defying anyone else but yourself. There was a certain power in knowing that you could do this. That you could give into it if you liked, that you still had this choice. More than power, it was a feeling of relief because now it was an option, if you chose it. It’s like when you are on a diet and you restrict yourself from eating something. But then when you do, you like it so much that you find it hard to stop yourself. Of course, there is that familiar feeling of guilt that comes after but maybe after this little indulgence you won’t feel guilty, you won’t deprive yourself.

So you kissed him back. You pressed your lips tightly against his drinking in the feeling of being so close to him. You never imagined what it would feel like to touch him, to have him touch you and kiss you like he’s never been kissed before, like he’s never touched anyone so profoundly before. But then it hit you like a ton of bricks, the realization of what you were doing.

You pulled away and put a lot of space between you. Your butt hit what might have been the dresser in the room as you steadied yourself against it in the dark. Your chest heaved, a slight ache coming on as to what might develop into a panic attack. Your whole being felt like it had been set on fire-- every molecule, every atom, every cell felt like it was burning. Your body had grown significantly hot, enough for you to start feeling sweaty.

The lights turned on blinding your vision, causing you to shield your eyes. You lowered your hand and opened your eyes cautiously, giving yourself time to adjust to the light.

“Y/n?” Jimin’s voice was a whisper of shock, of complete disbelief, of maybe even regret.

You stared at each other, red faced, breathless, aching, longing, and yearning. What might have been three seconds seemed like a hundred years in passing. You never understood why even second of eye contact felt like hours. Maybe it was something about staring into someone’s eyes directly, like you are actually looking at them, noticing them. The ticking of the clock on the room only added to the tension, as if telling you that time was passing by like sand through fingers. That each passed second will never come back and you will never experience this moment, this floating, dizzy, and dazed feeling again.

That this exact moment in which you were both trapped, a moment that has the potential to change into something else, will never exist in the exact same way ever again.

Then simultaneously you moved towards each other to end up pressing your lips in another kiss. This one spoke of your hidden emotions, the forbidden feelings that could never see the day of light. It was a way to cleanse yourself of these thoughts and feelings because perhaps giving into them once would ensure their disappearance. Because maybe these aren’t even feelings at all. Maybe it’s the simple fact that restriction creates taboo’s and anything taboo is the human mind’s attraction.

Your hands were all over the place, sometimes threading through his hair, and sometimes clutching onto his waist, or resting on his shoulders as you tried to pull him closer, if that was even possible. Maybe you needed this to get him out of your system and to go back to being your normal self because then you would have done it already and the appeal in the notion of a forbidden kiss or intimacy would diminish.

No words were exchanged as you kissed and kissed against walls, windows, doors, the dresser, anything and everything. Jimin even managed to close the door with his foot while you made out against it and then he flipped you so that you were pinned between him and the wall. Time seemed to have become an invisible entity because you had no awareness of it. You could have been drinking each other’s kisses for ten minutes or an hour. You had no idea. You couldn’t get enough of it. He was an addiction and the withdrawal might be severe.

A soft moan escaped your mouth while your hand snaked behind the nape of his neck as he held you steady against the wall with your thigh hooked tightly around his waist. His kisses turned fervent, urgent. He slowly moved away from your mouth and to your neck where he teased you with kisses, fleshing your skin between his teeth which was sure enough to leave a hickey. It stung with a pleasurable pain that you were sure you could endure more of.

Your common sense had been kicked to the curb and you couldn’t even find a second of rationality within yourself. Jimin’s hand slowly dragged across your abdomen, stopping just under the swell of your breast, his thumb lightly grazing the skin and you could feel his other hand reaching back to unclip your bra when the door burst open.

The loud noise propelled you to separate as you stared at a dishevelled looking girl just staring at you. “Shit. Sorry”

“Close the fucking door” he yelled at her and she blinked out of her daze and hurriedly shut the door.

You turned around to look at each other and after a passing second in which both your senses had returned and you separated, much like people who do so when they realize they did something they shouldn’t have. As close as you were before, you were on the opposite ends of the room now. The blank look of disbelief was apparent on your faces as you just stood there, trying to process what occured. It was definitely a heat of the moment thing.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and adjusted your sweatshirt so that it fell back to your waist instead of being ridden up and exposing your abdomen.

Jimin was staring at the floor with one hand scratching the nape of his neck. You could see that his cheeks were coloured pink and his ears were completely red. It almost made you want to chuckle with fondness because he looked cute. But that thought seemed trivial when a full blown realization hit you: you just made out with Jimin.

That wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst of it was you liked it and a teeny tiny part of you did not want to stop.

“I’m just going to….” you pointed to the door while resting your eyes on the floor.

He cleared his throat. “Y-yeah”

You quickly smoothed your hair before hurrying towards the door. Your hand enclosed around it when you Jimin called out to you.

“You’re not going to tell anyone right?” he sounded very cautious, and hesitant. Maybe he was even regretting this because why else would he care if you told anyone? Or if you discussed this with anyone else?

“Please” you replied still facing the door and grip tightening on the handle. “I would rather die” you tried to make your tone as cold mean as you could but it just wasn’t the same as before. The air of awkward energy trumped any attempt at being snarky. There was way too much sexual tension and you felt it in every part of yourself. Who knew Jimin could make you a hot and bothered mess?

“Me too” came his voice and your heart sank, not because of what he said but how sure and certain he sounded that he would prefer any other outcome rather than kissing you. It made no sense because week ago he had taken the initiative to the same and even this time he didn’t seem all that hesitant about it. “This never happened”

“I wish it didn’t” you mumbled as you turned around to face him. It broke you to even think that because you didn’t regret it all. But he definitely seemed like he did.

“What?”

“Nothing. This never happened. Sorry to ruin your night” you said dispirited with a tiny voice. You turned around but stopped when you heard Jimin.

“Hey” his voice was soft and inviting. “You didn’t ruin the night”

This was frustrating. One second he implies that he would like it kept under wraps for whatever godforsaken reason and then he says it didn’t ruin the night for him. Could he just stick to one version of his tale? Either he wanted it or he didn’t. Either he would do this again or he wouldn’t. There was no in between.

You whipped around to face him and as you saw his face you couldn’t help but notice the flicker of hope in his expression that maybe you would tell him he was wrong. A part of you did want to tell him you didn’t actually feel bad about it, but you just couldn’t get the words out. It wasn’t easy to say something like that especially to him given the history between you.

“Mistakes happen all the time. So it’s fine” you gave a tense, tight lipped smile. It was definitely not a mistake because you know that it was a conscious decision for both of you. Both of you took the initiative for the kiss. You couldn’t understand the feeling of disappointment that he didn’t want anyone to know. Not that you would have told anyone about it anyway because how could you? How could you possibly explain making out with the one person you have always claimed to hate fiercely and how could you ever let go of the feeling of betraying yourself for not hating it at all?

But still hearing him actually say it was disheartening.

Jimin looked slightly taken aback as he blinked. “Yeah.Yeah. Totally. This was a mistake” he agreed nonetheless. At best it was a half-hearted attempt at trying to cover up disappointment.

It all felt like a big pretence and you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was.  That behind these empty meaningless words were completely different emotions. No regret, no guilt, no mistakes. Both of you were trying to cover up something. For you it was the fact that you didn’t hate kissing him and you didn’t feel panicked, or scared, or disgusted by it like you hoped. You had no concrete reason as to why you thought he was being dishonest. But just the way he talked, his quiet tone and weak voice was not one that evidenced any protestation or regret he might have carried about the situation. If that were the case he would have sounded very sure and certain of it, but he didn’t. If anything, he sounded a bit disappointed as well.

“C-cool” your heart sank once more and your stomach tightening with nervous knots. “I don’t kiss and tell. So don’t worry about it. See ya outside” you pursed your lips with a heavy heart and walked out.

///

Jimin really wanted to punch something. His hand curled and uncurled with the urge, his palm itched in the most irritating manner. Yet he couldn’t do anything because he was at this stupid party and he had done something he promised himself never to do again. He hated how lost of control he felt around you. He hated how his emotions, his feelings, thoughts, hormones, mind, everything defied logic and reasoning in your presence.

He promised himself he would ignore you and try to have a good time. He promised himself he would never kiss you again. He was supposed to tell you he thought you were someone else and that all this was a mistake. That he didn’t want to kiss you, and he never meant to-- atleast tonight he did not want to.  Yet there he was stuck in that stupid moment as you stared at him doe eyed, breathy and looking effortlessly beautiful with a slight blush painting your cheeks. And he caved in. That is all it took.

He felt like a fool because clearly you didn’t want it. You thought it was a giant mistake and if even if you hadn’t said it he still would have figured it out given how you carried a look of regret on your face. He wasn’t an idiot. He was used to attention from girls, he knew what interest looked like and he also knew what disappointment looked like because many a times he had the same look on his face when he woke up to a random stranger in the morning. To him you looked despondent and not happy at all.

He couldn’t tell what he was supposed to feel because on the one hand he knew you went in for the kiss too, but on the other hand you didn’t seem to think much of it except that it shouldn’t have happened. So was he supposed to feel relieved that you didn’t reciprocate his feelings since it might just give him the push to move on, or was he supposed to feel despair and hurt  about the matter?

He ran a hand through his hair, paired with a long sigh as he flopped on the bed with slumped shoulders. He was defeated. He had no idea what to think or do. He came to the party thinking he could ignore you since he found himself a date, for lack of a better word. Bethany wasn’t half bad. She was someone he could have an actual conversation with other than sex. In fact he was having fun talking to her about sports and music. Although he didn’t know the names of most of the artists she talked about, he liked that she had her own interests.

In fact when he pulled you into the room thinking it was her, he was ready to forget about you by giving into his old ways. He was going to have a good time so that for once he could think about someone else. He even went so far as to envision himself with her, whether as a distraction or because of genuine interest in her as a person he wasn’t sure. Because he did like her. The only problem was : he didn’t like her as much as you. Not nearly enough.

He had never felt so confused in his life before. He hated it because he didn’t feel like himself. He never cared about what you thought of him. He knew you hated him and to an extent he was okay with it. But now it bothered him.

“Fuck. Shit” he swore under his breath as he shook his head at himself.

He couldn’t hide in the room forever. He would have to go out at some point so he tried to shake everything off, all the tension, and pretend that everything was fine.

Stepping out of the confines of the room he felt like it was a whole new world. The storm raged outside, as it did within him too. He walked down the steps and into the living room area where most people were gathered. He found Bethany who was sitting with Yoongi, Tae, Jeongguk, Hoseok, and you. He had half a mind to turn around but he decided he wouldn’t torture himself like this.

“Where the hell were you man?” Taehyung questioned immediately

“I was taking a smoke” he gave a lopsided half-hearted smile as he sat down while glancing at you. But you weren’t looking at him. Instead your eyes were cast down on your lap while you fidgeted with your hands. He gulped hard before looking away.

“You’re gonna kill yourself” Jeongguk scoffed a bit bitterly and Jimin knew it was because he hated this habit of his. But smoking helped him relax despite him knowing what it would do to his lungs.

“I’d rather” Jimin gave a bittersweet chuckle and glanced your way to find you looking at him already with that doe eyed expression of concern. His heart skipped a beat-- literally. He watched as you looked away from him and focused your attention on your lap once again but this time fixing your gaze onto your phone.

“Woah. What’s wrong with you?” Taehyung asked concerned as he looked over at Yoongi, the two men exchanging a look. Jimin caught it but let go of it. He already had too much to think about.

“Nothing. I mean we’re all going to die one day anyway” he shrugged.

“Come. Have a seat” Bethany patted the empty spot next to herself and without a second of hesitation Jimin sat down next to her.  Her hand wrapped around Jimin’s arm and she leaned her head on his shoulder. For some reason it gave way to him glancing at you only to be disappointed by your lack of interest. A small part of him hoped you would react somehow, that you might feel hurt or disappointed, maybe even jealous. But you hadn’t even raised your head.

///

Your insides were turning at the sight of some other girl wrapped around Jimin’s arm. You hated how comfortable they looked and on instinct whether to get his attention or a reaction you laid your head on Hoseok’s shoulder who was sitting next to you. Instantly you were met with Jimin’s eyes on you, shifting focus between you and Hoseok. A small smirk lifted at the corner of your lips seeing as it did the trick, but the smirk fell as soon as his arm wrapped around Bethany’s shoulder, all the while his eyes bore into yours, almost mockingly-- the implication of which you understood very well.. You diverted your eyes to your lap, feeling foolish for even trying because it was a game Jimin knew how to play very well.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok questioned curiously, causing you to abandon your focus on Jimin.

“Yeah. I am just tired” you replied without raising your head. You felt him nod his head and that was the end of it. Other than Jimin no one had really paid attention to you, and your sudden intimacy with Hoseok. He didn’t seem to mind either, if anything you felt his body relaxing with your touch.

“Okay since everyone is here we’re gonna play a game of dares, just to spice things up a little” Namjoon winked. “No truth because it’s boring”

A couple of people chuckled and agreed.

“Form a circle” Namjoon prompted and everyone pushed their chairs and couches back and sat on the floor so a giant circle formed.

“There are some racy dare’s in here so if you wanna back out you should do that right now” Taehyung chimed in as he put a bowl of chits in the middle. He looked around the circle but no one backed out so he nodded. “Right then. Here are the rules. If the mouth of the bottle points towards you, you have to pick a slip from this bowl and do the dare that is written on it. Simple right?”

Everyone nodded.

“Right I am going to spin the bottle” Taehyung spoke and spun the green beer bottle in the middle.

You watched in anticipation with a racing heart as it spun round and round. It slowed down a little and with a tiny squeak against the hardwood floor, the mouth of the bottle pointed at Yoongi.

“Yay!!!” Namjoon beamed as he got up and picked the bowl from the center and held it towards Yoongi.

Rubbing his hands together the older boy picked a slip and handed it to Namjoon.

“Give a lap dance to the person on your left” Namjoon announced and was met with whistles and cheers from the group because sitting on his left was none other than Min Yeong, the President of the student magazine club.

“Sorry” Yoongi chuckled at her as he stood up and Taehyung quickly put a chair in the middle and sat Min Yeong down on it. She was completely red faced and his her face behind her hands while laughing.

Slow music began somewhere in the room and Yoongi stepped towards Min Yeong with the most predatory expression ever. He slyly licked his lips all the while keeping his gaze on her. She was so red you thought she would faint. You had never seen Yoongi this way. He was so serious all the time and the fact that he even agreed to do this without protestation was hard to process.

He turned around so his back was facing her and he dipped his back to give her the perfect view of his ass. A few wolf whistles went around the group. For the first time in the past few weeks you found yourself giggling without any stress or preoccupation in mind. A couple of people had taken their phone’s out to record the moment.

You caught Jimin’s eye briefly but looked away quickly since you recalled your make out session. Unconsciously your hand landed on the spot where he had softly bitten your flesh. You felt a small bruise and looking down you could see the red mark clearly. You looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to you but most people were busy with watching Yoongi’s performance.

There was only one person out of the others who was watching you, intently.

Jimin.

You made haste of pulling the sweatshirt up to hide the mark, and as you glanced at him you could see a small smirk at the corner of his lips. The room felt hot all of a sudden and you had to fan yourself with your hand.

The group broke out into an applause as Yoongi’s performance ended. You blinked out of your thoughts to focus on the present moment and joined in with everyone else, although you didn’t see much.

“Thank you for that great performance Yoongi. I am sure Min Yeong is going to have a story to tell later on” Namjoon winked and spun the bottle.

You watched again with nervousness and hoped it wouldn’t land on you. If you had to kiss h one more person you would run away from there. But thankfully the bottle spun past you and landed on none other than Jimin. He glanced at the bottle and then at you before he was being pulled into the center of the circle by Taehyung.

He ruffled his hand through the bowl and picked a slip. Handing it to Taehyung, he waited. You saw Taehyung’s eyes widen as he read the dare. It made you curious and you wanted to know what Jimin would have to do. It was not eagerness rather anxiety because you knew it couldn’t be anything good.

“Kiss the person to your left” Taehyung read and your heart sank because to his left was Bethany.

She giggled coyly and without a second of hesitation stood up and joined Jimin in the middle of the circle. He looked at you briefly as you did him. Once again there was some cheering from the group as everyone urged them on.

“Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss” they kept chanting with fervour.

She stepped towards him and your heart lurched. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched the scene with horrifying anxiety. Your mouth dried and the sight in front of you blurred momentarily before it cleared up again.

Her hands wrapped behind his neck and her face inched closer to his painfully slow. She was savoring the moment. Jimin didn’t back out either which made you want to sock him. Their lips were inches apart when a great sense of urgency took hold of you.

“Wait!” you stood up abruptly, heart pounding mercilessly in your chest as they stopped and all eyes focused on you. You could only hear your heartbeat in your ears and feel a cold sweat running down your neck and hands. “I uh… I---” you tried to think of something to say but drew a blank.

Your eyes focused on Jimin and he stared right back at you. “I-- I have something to say” you gulped although your mouth was as dry as sandpaper. “I just wanted to say….that….I…” you paused trying to buy time to find an excuse of some sort and then light bulb lit up “ I think we should congratulate our soccer team for winning. I don’t think we did that yet” you finished with a sigh of relief. Everyone was silent as they looked at you which made your anxiety and embarrassment worse. You ducked your head to shield yourself from their stares because it was awkward enough as it was.

“I agree” you looked up upon hearing Jimin’s voice. “We haven’t given a proper toast to them” Jimin looked at you.

Yoongi watched you curiously and stood up. “I agree too”

“Me three” Taehyung said next and then Jeongguk agreed as well.

“You all have your drinks with you right?” Namjoon looked around and everyone nodded. “So let’s raise a toast to our wonderful soccer team for winning this game for us and maintaining the pride of our college. To the soccer team”

“To the soccer team” everyone raised their drinks with a cheer.

///

You had decided to stay back and help with cleaning up as the party ended. The whole place was littered with cups and beer cans. WIth the trash bag in one hand and glove on the other you picked up the cups and put them in the bag. Most of the guys were in the backyard helping clean the pool area.

“That was smart of you” you heard a voice behind you and gasped in surprise. Turning around you saw Jimin sitting on the kitchen counter.

“You scared me” you held a hand on your heart

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to” he replied

“What are you doing here?” you questioned, realizing you couldn’t look at him for longer than a second without giving way to nervousness. So you turned back around and began collecting the trash again.

“It’s cold outside and they don’t need help” he said curtly before falling silent. You felt thankful for his short replies because it meant you didn’t have to answer since it cut the conversation off. “I am curious about something” he said.

You stopped with picking up the trash to face him. “Whatever it is, I am sure I am the wrong person to ask”

“You’re the only person to ask” he stepped off the counter and made his way towards you.

“W-what?” you asked as he approached.

“Why did you suddenly think of the toast” he stopped in front of you, hands folded behind his back and curious lingering look in his eyes.

“S-s-suddenly? I don’t know what you mean” you averted your gaze down.

“It wasn’t like that was the only time to bring it up. Just as Bethany and I were about to kiss” his voice a bit on the raspy end as he dropped his voice an octave lower. Was he trying to be intimidating?

You scoffed, trying to cover up your embarrassment “What the hell are you trying to say?“

“That you didn’t want me to kiss Beth” he said as a matter of factly

Beth? So she’s Beth now?

You guffawed, rather awkwardly. “ You think I said that because I-- I didn’t want you to kiss her? Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know. That’s what I want to know. Why did you do that”

“You are in way over your head Jimin. It didn’t mean anything” you turned back around and began cleaning again.

“I guess I’ll go kiss her now then” he paused. “Beth wait!” you heard him behind you and whipped around to face him. Unfortunately, for you he was standing there with no sign of Bethany anywhere. A wave of embarrassment washed over you and your cheeks began to heat up as you realized he was teasing you. You shouldn’t have turned around. This was bad.

He smirked satisfactorily as he regarded you with amusement. “You’ve been caught miss y/n” he took a step forward and dipped his head to your level. “As for your punishment”, he leaned in and pressed a kiss at the corner of your lips, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away. He promptly turned around and strode outside in the backyard in all his glory, leaving you a red-faced mess.

“I hate you Park Jimin,” you said in a breathless manner,  dropping the trash bag and placing the back of your hands against your hot cheeks. “I really hate you”

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Truly, Madly, Deeply - Chapter 4

(can also be read on ao3)

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Chapter 4 - Never Be The Same

Something must've gone wrong in my brain Got your chemicals all in my veins .... It's you, babe And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe And I could try to run, but it would be useless You're to blame Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never be the same - Never Be The Same by Camila Cabello

It was the day after the party and Pansy, Blaise, Draco and Greg were sitting in the Slytherin common room, Pansy with her legs crisscrossed on the floor and the three boys in front of her on the couch. Both Pansy and Blaise had packages full of candy on their hands that their parents had sent them and they were sharing with the other two boys. It was a habit they had since first year, every time they received candy from home they would share with each other, and they still did it to these days. They had decided that staying inside the common room was the best decision for the day for a diversity of reasons.

Firstly, they were tired after the party. It had ended late and they had gone to bed in the early morning, sleeping in until it was almost time for lunch, so they really didn’t want to do anything that would take too much energy. They just wanted to relax and not worry about anything, except maybe for homework later. They also wanted to let the students from the other houses talk about the party without having the people who organized it anywhere near them. They wanted the other students to gossip about the party, maybe tell the younger people and the ones who had skipped the party how good it had been. They wanted them to show the school that Slytherins could be good and plot good things. The party had also been for that reason. It had had the purpose of having fun and unifying the houses, but it was also to show a different side of the Slytherin house, the side that could have fun and that would be nice to people, the side that so many Slytherins had but never showed because they were never given a chance to.

The weather had been the last push they needed to be completely against leaving the common room. It was nearing the end of October and both the grey clouds that covered the sky and the wind that rippled through the trees invited the Hogwarts students to stay inside the castle. It was cold outside, so staying in the common room near the fireplace was the best place to be. “I’m really glad the party went well,” Pansy said while looking through the candy until she found her favourite. Even though they had tried to stay positive and not let doubt get them down and even though they never showed how afraid of the outcome they were, they had still worried that the party would have been a complete distaste. From people leaving in the middle of the party, to insults being thrown around and fights breaking out, almost every horrible scenario had gone through their heads at least once. To see that the party had been a success was a relief for them, it had been all they wanted and having it was an amazing feeling. “It was a really good party,” Greg agreed. “I had a lot of fun.” “With Neville, wasn’t it?” Pansy smirked. “He’s cute,” Greg shrugged with a grin. “Who would have thought that what the three of you needed to finally go down the romance lane was a party with people from the other houses,” Blaise smirked. “What romance lane?” Draco asked. “Why aren’t you including yourself in that sentence?” Pansy raised her eyes from the bag of candy to meet Blaise’s mischievous gaze.

Blaise grinned, the questions obviously amusing him to no end. “To answer your question, Pansy,” he decided to answer hers first since Draco’s reaction would certainly be funnier. “I didn’t include myself because I didn’t need help from a party to go down the romance lane. I don’t need any help with that, I just have to go outside.” “You’re awfully conceited, you idiot,” Pansy slapped his knee. “Eighteen years of friendship and this is how you treat me?” Blaise put a hand on his chest over his heart. “You wound me.” “Stop being a big baby,” she slapped his knee again. He stuck his tongue out childishly and she rolled her eyes. It was always amusing to watch Pansy and Blaise bickering, they were like the annoying cousins who were always throwing insults back and forth but that no one told to stop because it was funny to watch them getting worked up. “Now, Draco,” Blaise turned to look at him. “Don’t act all innocent, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” “Do I?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “Does the name Harry Potter ring any bells?” “It rings some, yes.” Blaise looked at him unimpressed and Draco tried not to laugh. “But, seriously now,” Pansy interrupted. “What was all that with Potter?” “It was mostly yours and Ginny’s doing,” he said. “And you should be thanking us,” Pansy shrugged. “You enjoyed every minute you spent near him.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed. “Are you seriously going to try and deny it?” Greg asked in disbelief. They all knew that Draco had liked to spend time with Harry, they were always bickering but they managed to go a night without getting at each other’s throats. On the contrary, actually, they had managed to talk calmly and not get on each other’s nerves. And they had danced together. The three of them had seen the dance and the look on their friend’s face. Pansy rolled her eyes. “You enjoyed it, especially the dance. Don’t think I didn’t notice.” “Notice what?” “Your blush and heart eyes.” Draco gaped at her. He didn’t remember having blushed. And heart eyes? He surely hadn’t got those. He couldn’t have. Blaise laughed at Draco’s face, almost choking on the candy he was eating. “Don’t feel embarrassed, Draco! You like him, we understand.” “I don’t like him,” Draco scowled. “Of course not,” Pansy grinned. Draco was going to answer but was interrupted by Anthony, a 5th year Slytherin, who stopped next to the couch and smiled at them. “Am I interrupting?” “We're just making fun of Draco don't worry, we'll come back to it later.” Draco scoffed. He was sure his friends wouldn't let the subject go, they would keep on teasing him for one week, at least. Probably more. “I just wanted to tell Draco that the Headmistress wants to meet up with him tomorrow.” “What time?” “After lunch in her office.” “Do you know why?” “I think it’s because of the Quidditch game.” “The Quidditch game? But I don’t even play.” “I don’t know more, sorry.” “No worries, I’ll see what she wants tomorrow. Thanks, Anthony.” “No problem,” the boy smiled and went back to his friends. “Didn’t even remember that the first Quidditch game is next week,” Pansy said. “Why do you think she wanted to talk to me?” Draco asked, all the possibilities running through his mind. “She probably wants you to comment the games again.” “She hated it when I commented last year.” Patricia Lewis was a 7th year Slytherin the prior year and she was usually the one who commented the Quidditch games during their 5th year. However, in the middle of the school year she had gotten sick and couldn’t comment on the Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff game and they had needed someone to step in and comment. Blaise had jokingly said that Draco would do it, but the professors hadn’t taken it as a joke and so he had ended up as the commentator for that game. Needless to say that the majority of the professors hadn’t found it funny when Draco had criticized everything the Quidditch players did, even without knowing anything about the game. “Maybe they’re desperate,” Blaise shrugged. “I mean, that’s the only reason why they would invite you to comment again.” “Fuck off,” Draco slapped the back of his head. “Maybe your charm convinced them,” Pansy said, “We’ll only know tomorrow.” “At least you’re flattering, unlike some asshole,” he glared at Blaise who just chucked.

“Come in, Mr. Malfoy.” Draco stepped inside the Headmistress’ office and sat on the chair in front of her desk. She looked like she had been waiting for him, a disapproving frown on her face, the previous headmasters that were on their portraits behind her looking him down, all except Dumbledore who seemed amused, he noticed that Professor Snape wasn’t in his portrait, it seemed like almost no Hogwarts Headmaster approved of lateness. “I’m sorry, Headmistress, there was a little problem on the Slytherin table with Blaise and I stayed with him for a bit.” “I am well aware of what happened with Mr. Zabini at lunch,” the disapproving frown was even more prominent on her face. Almost as soon as Blaise had started eating, his fork had jumped out of his hand and started flying around his head, Blaise had almost grabbed it when it fell to the table with a loud noise. He glared around the Slytherin table and at anyone who was looking at him, a grimace on his face. They had thought that had been it, that nothing more would happen the rest of lunch, but they had been wrong. When Blaise had gone to grab his goblet to take a sip from it, the thing had started flying right in front of his face, carefully since it didn’t spill but fast enough that Blaise hadn’t been able to catch it before it was too late. It had flown until it stopped just above Blaise’s head and the water inside it had spilt on top of his head before anyone had had time to react. Blaise had been shocked, but his expression changed to one of anger right after; Draco had tried to stop himself from laughing, but he hadn’t been able to contain himself and neither had the other Slytherins. Pansy had had the decency to throw a drying charm in Blaise’s direction, but she, too, had chuckled at their friend. “Needn’t I remind you that if I find out who pulled that prank on Mr. Zabini, that person will be punished accordingly,” she peered at him from the top of her glasses like she was aware that he knew who had pranked Blaise. “Do you have any idea who could have done it, Mr. Malfoy?” He knew who had done it, but he wouldn’t tell her. He had seen Ron grinning smugly from the Gryffindor table, Neville chuckling softly into his hand, Hermione, Harry and Ginny not even bothering to hide their laughter. He knew it had been Ron and Blaise knew it, too, but none of them would tell the Headmistress, they were Slytherins and they could deal with a little prank all on their own. Blaise had been mad when it had happened, but by the time Draco had left him with Pansy and Greg, he was already laughing and planning what he could do to make Ron pay for the prank he had pulled. “I don’t know who it was,” Draco shook his head. “Well, then,” Draco thought he saw a little smile on the Headmistress' face, but it was gone so fast he couldn’t even be sure. “I asked you to come here because I need to ask you something.” “What is it?” Draco sat straighter in his chair. “Would you want to comment next week’s Quidditch game?” “Headmistress, with all due respect, I don’t know anything about Quidditch, you saw it when I commented last year.” “I did, indeed, Mr. Malfoy, and it wasn’t my idea to have you comment the game,” the look on her face told Draco that having him commenting a game of Quidditch again was the last thing she wanted him to do. “Then why do you want me to do it?” “Some of the Quidditch players from both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor teams have come to me to ask me for a favour, they said that your criticism prompts them to play better and they requested that I ask you to do it again this year.” “But, it doesn’t make any sense.” “Doesn’t it, Mr. Malfoy? If you had someone who doesn’t understand potions come to you and criticize everything you did, what would you do?” “I would ignore them, but do everything I could to be even better than I am and make them eat their words,” he answered truthfully, already seeing where she was going with the conversation. “Then, I think you understand perfectly well why they want you to comment on the games.” “Yes, I do understand, Headmistress. I’ll comment the game.” Professor McGonagall nodded, a little smile replacing the frown that had been on her face. They discussed the little details about the game and what Draco would have to do before he could leave her office. “Mr. Malfoy,” she called one last time once he was at the door. “Do refrain from making inappropriate comments.” “I’ll try, Headmistress,” he joked when he saw the amusement in her eyes, no doubt remembering how he had made a certain comment about one of Hufflepuff’s ex-beaters.

Draco had had some more appointments with the Headmistress during the week, she had wanted to make sure that he didn’t say anything inappropriate, not that the appointments would stop him if he had something to say. He also had had to watch the Slytherin team training so that he could learn something about Quidditch and be able to make more accurate comments during the game. Now, it was Sunday and Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table, listening to Blaise and Greg going over their strategy for the game while he pretended to understand what they were saying. The conversation between the Slytherins was interrupted when two Gryffindors approached the table, Phoenix, a 6th year that played on the Quidditch team, and Taylor, his friend. “Zabini, Goyle, good luck for the game, you'll need it,” Phoenix said. “You think we are the ones who need luck? Think again,” Greg smirked. “We'll see about that,” Taylor shrugged. “Yes, we will,” Blaise raised an eyebrow at them challenging. The Gryffindors glared at them, clearly not liking to see that the Slytherins were confident in their victory; it surprised Draco how they seemed to think that Greg and Blaise’s attitude was something completely abnormal, since it was the way the two of them had always acted, confident and challenging, never backing down. “What’s happening here?” Harry’s voice sounded behind Draco who turned around to see him and Ginny looking at their teammates. “We were just wishing them good luck for the game,” Phoenix explained. “For some reason, I can’t really believe that that was all you were doing,” Harry said.

“I think you should go eat something. I want you ready for the game on time,” Ginny snapped. “Of course, captain,” Taylor nodded, dragging Phoenix, who was still glaring, to the Gryffindor table. Draco knew that Ginny was the captain of the Gryffindor team that year. At first, he had doubted that the girl had it in her to be a good captain, but just this little display showed him that he had underestimated Ginny a whole lot, maybe because he didn’t know her at all. The Gryffindor could be in control, she could make people listen to her and she could be a good captain, Draco saw that now. “Sit down, guys, or are you just gonna stand there?” Pansy raised an eyebrow. Harry looked over at the Gryffindor table before nodding at Pansy and sitting down on the vacant place next to Draco while Ginny sat next to the other girl. Over at his house’s table, their friends were looking at them. Some of them looking like they had eaten a particularly bad lemon, some of them with little appreciative smiles like they liked the house unity representation and some didn’t even acknowledge it at all, acting as if it was completely normal for Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, two Gryffindors, to seat at the Slytherin table. “You can go to your table if you want to. I only suggested that you seat here so that you wouldn’t just stand there,” Pansy said when she noticed that they were looking at the other table. “No, I don’t mind sitting here.” “Have you eaten already?” Greg asked. “Yeah, I had just finished when I noticed that Taylor and Phoenix were here,” Harry paused. “I’m sorry, by the way, they can be a little competitive.” “Don’t worry, they didn’t hurt our feelings.” “And it’s not like we aren’t used to this kind of treatment, they might be competitive, but that wasn’t all that was about,” Blaise shrugged. “We know that they don’t like us because we are Slytherins, winning against us tastes a little bit sweeter than winning against the other houses.”

Harry was going to open his mouth to answer, maybe try to deny what all of them knew to be true, but Draco wasn’t about to let him to it, it would just be a waste of time because, at the end of the day, Harry knew as much as them that being a Slytherin came with the price of prejudice from most people of the other houses. “Don’t bother, Harry, you know he’s right. You once thought like Taylor and Phoenix, too.” “Yeah, but I don’t think like that anymore,” he turned to look at Draco before looking at the others too. “You are much more than everyone thinks, you are amazing people and I’m really glad we decided to put everything behind our backs and get to know each other better. I like spending time with you, I won’t stop because some prejudiced idiots from my house can’t see past the colour you wear.” The Slytherins stayed quiet for a little bit, it was weird to hear someone say such things about them, someone who was looking at them honestly like he meant every word he had said, someone who didn’t look wary of them at all. It was impossible to think that Harry was lying, his emotions were always clear on his face and this time wasn’t an exception. “Thanks, Harry,” Pansy smiled at him. “It’s really good to hear someone say that.” “You don’t need to thank me for saying the truth.” Blaise and Greg went back to their conversation after that, Pansy smiled at them before getting up and leaving to go finish her homework before the game and taking Ginny with her. Draco decided that he should talk to Harry and explain to him why what he had said meant so much to them. “Harry, do you wanna take a walk?” Harry looked at him in wonder, probably trying to understand why exactly Draco Malfoy would want to spend time with him, but he just shrugged, before getting up and waiting for Draco to do the same, and they left the Great Hall together. “Is there something you want to talk to me about?” Harry asked while they were walking down the corridor towards the big door that would lead them to the outside. “Can’t I just want to spend some time with you?” Draco teased; although he did want to talk to him, he also wouldn’t pass the opportunity to see Harry trying to come up with an answer. “Well, I mean, of course, you can. But, you know it’s not usual for you to want to spend time with me. So, I just thought that there might be a reason,” he stuttered, not disappointing Draco. Draco chuckled. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Little Lion, I was just teasing you.” “Oh,” Harry blushed, maybe because he didn’t understand that Draco was teasing him or maybe because of the nickname. A nickname that had slipped past Draco’s lips without his consent, without him even thinking about it. It was inside his head one moment and the next one it was out of his mind, not even giving him time to process it. “Actually,” Draco started once they were outside the castle, changing the subject and trying not to think about what he had called Harry just moments ago. “There was something I wanted to talk to you about.” “Knew it,” Harry laughed. “What is it.” “Firstly, I wanted to thank you for what you said back there, it meant a lot.” “I already said that you don’t have to thank me, I just spoke the truth.” Draco shook his head and stopped walking. “I also want to explain why it meant so much to us,” he said when Harry stopped next to him. Harry gave him an encouraging nod and the both of them sat on the grass, looking at the castle, Draco trying to find where to start what he wanted to say and Harry waiting for him to be ready to talk. “It all started on the first day at Hogwarts,” Draco started. “Do you remember what you felt like when the hat said you were a Gryffindor?” “I remember feeling really proud and happy, there were people clapping and smiling at me, I felt like I belonged.” “That is how every first year should feel when they are placed in their houses, but I didn’t feel like that and I doubt any other Slytherin does. When I was placed in Slytherin I felt proud, don’t get me wrong, I knew I was in the house that would help me be better and great and where I belonged. Where I was supposed to be. But then came the looks. You don’t know what it feels like because no one ever looked at you in that way, but from the moment I was placed in Slytherin, students from the other houses started looking at me warily, they always looked away and never talked much to us, it was bad. I hated the first weeks here because of that. The older Slytherins knew what it was like because they had gone through the same, so they were our biggest support and help. They taught us how to ignore the looks, how to make people believe that we don’t care, how to put on a façade. They were always there for us and that is probably why the house is so united in its own way, we help our own because we are the only ones that are always there. What you said meant a lot, Harry. No one has ever looked at us with such openness and honesty and told us that they enjoyed our company, no one from the other houses had ever bothered to get to know us better. But you and your friends? You’re doing it willingly and that means everything to us. Especially after everything that happened and with us in particular. Our past isn’t the brightest at all. What I’m trying to say is, we might not say it to your faces, that’s just not who we are, but we really appreciate you and everything you’re doing for us and for house unity. I just thought you should know it.” Harry was looking at him like he had never seen him before by the time Draco had finished. It was overwhelming for Draco to talk about what he felt so openly, to show so many emotions and to let someone see what was going on inside him, but Harry made it hard not to open up. He had been so kind and honest, Draco had felt like he needed to do the same, he felt like he needed to let Harry know everything. “I had never thought about things from the Slytherin perspective,” Harry interrupted the silence. “And you were right, I did think like that for all these years, but I am glad that I’m getting the chance to change my opinion.” They stayed in silence for a little while, Harry was trying to make him see that he understood what he had been through, at least to some extent, and that he appreciated Draco telling him what he was thinking; he didn’t need to be worried about Draco not seeing it, though, Draco knew that Harry was thankful for the truthfulness, and that was all the reassurance he needed to know that telling Harry had been a good decision. “I think I get why it was so important for you to hear me say what I did. And I’ll say it again and again if you need me to.”

Harry smiled at him then, a bright, happy smile that made Draco all too aware of how beautiful Harry looked with it on his face, a smile that Draco wanted to see more often. Harry moved his hand to grab Draco’s in his and squeezed it softly.

Draco smiled back at him, amazed by how easy it was with Harry. The noise of people leaving the castle towards the Quidditch pitch interrupting their moment and alerting them to the hour. “We should get going, the game will start soon,” Harry said. The both of them got up and smiled at each other as a goodbye, Harry going to the castle to be with his team and Draco going to the pitch where he would help Madame Hooch prepare everything. “Potter,” he called making Harry turn to look at him again. “Good luck on the game.”

“Ginny Weasley of Gryffindor takes the Quaffle immediately after it is in the air,” Draco starts, he still wonders why he agreed to comment the game. “I can’t believe you didn’t catch it, Caleb, it was right in front of your face.” From the corner of his eye, Draco saw the Headmistress scowl at his biased comment and he smiled cheekily at her, after all, this kind of comments were apparently one of the reasons they wanted him as a commentator. The game kept going back and forth like that for a while, Gryffindor was the first to score, but Slytherin retaliated immediately and the game stayed 10-10 for a while. “What are you doing, Greg? You’re a beater for a reason, you're supposed to stop the Bludger from hitting your teammates, not let it pass by you,” Draco scoffed. The ball had flown by Greg and had almost hit Daisy Clarke, one of the Slytherin chasers, causing her to lose the Quaffle to Amy Dean, one of the Gryffindor chasers. “Good job, Sophie,” Draco said when the girl stopped the ball from going through one of the loops. “It seems like you’re the only one who knows how to play this game.” “That’s it, Phoenix, hit your own team’s other beater with the bludger, good work,” Draco said cheerfully. The points kept going like that, the two teams were almost always tied. If Slytherin scored, Gryffindor did it right after. The biggest difference in the score had happened when Daisy Clarke, Slytherin chaser, had been hit on the arm by a bludger and had to leave the game for a few minutes. Thankfully, she had been able to go back to the game quickly and they had been able to tie the game again. “It seems like the seekers have spotted the snitch,” Draco said into the mic, looking at where Blaise and Harry were chasing each other. The game was tied then, and it seemed like it would stay like that, the result completely in the hands of the seekers, whoever team caught the snitch would win. “Come on, Blaise, is that what you call being fast?” Draco thought he heard Blaise scream a “fuck off” when he passed by where he was commenting. “Good try, Lexi,” he told Gryffindor's keeper when the Quaffle went through the loop. “You should ask Sophie for some lessons.” The voices around the pitch grew louder, the crowd going wild and more enthusiastic when both Blaise and Harry dived in, looking like they caught sight of the snitch again. They were chasing each other frantically, the snitch seemed to be teasing them, going up and then down, not giving them a chance to catch it. It was a hypnotic dance and Draco couldn’t take his eyes off of them, he had even forgotten that there were more player and more things going on in the pitch, not commenting on anything except the two seekers. His inability to avert his eyes from the two of them, while not really thinking about the words coming out of his mouth, was the reason why he said what he said. “You have a really nice ass, Potter, but you can’t just bend over your broom like that.” Draco noticed what he said when he saw Harry’s broom stop suddenly, going over his words in his head and feeling his cheeks colour slightly when he processed it. He had just said that in front of the whole crowd, it was kind of embarrassing, but Draco wouldn’t take it back. Especially because Harry’s distraction after his commented had been everything Blaise had needed to leave him behind and close his hand around the little golden ball. And when the crowd went wild, Draco realized three things. Slytherin had won the game, maybe thanks to his comment; The Headmistress was glaring at him and he would surely be in trouble for it; And that he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt for Harry anymore, he couldn’t and he wouldn’t.

The Headmistress had scolded Draco as soon as the commotion in the pitch had moved away from it. She had been mad about his biased comments, but the comment about Harry had been the final straw of her patience. She seemed more angered about this comment than about the one he had made the year before about the Hufflepuff player, but Draco suspected it was because his comment had distracted Harry enough to give Slytherin the victory. Although Headmistress, she was still Gryffindor after all. As a punishment, she had given him a week of detention and made him go put the things they had used for the game back inside the broom closet, a clear instruction not to use any magic. He was straightening some brooms, mumbling complains to himself when he heard someone enter. He turned around to look at the door, Harry was standing there, in his usual uniform, having already showered, broom on his hand and blush on his face. “I just came to return the broom, I broke mine this summer and I had to borrow one of the school ones.” Draco nodded and moved until he was in front of Harry. He took the broom out of his hand and leaned it against the wall, before looking back at the boy. “You can leave it, I have to clear up things here, anyway.” “Why do you have to do it?” “Let's just say that the Headmistress didn't like my comments very much,” he took in the way Harry blushed and added, “not that I lied with any of them.” Harry looked down, seemingly finding their shoes interesting. It was endearing to say the least, seeing Harry as red as his tie, stuttering words and not looking at Draco’s eyes, it was cute and Draco couldn't help but smile. He couldn't take his eyes off of the beautiful boy in front of him. Draco moved his hand to Harry's cheek, making him look up at him and smiled slightly at the pretty green eyes that met his. He leaned down, noses touching and eyes closing. Draco couldn't believe that it was happening, but it was everything he had been wanting since their dance. “Harry, are you in here?” Ron’s voice coming from outside the broom closet made them jump apart. Harry stuttered something that Draco hadn't been able to hear and left the closet as fast as he could. Draco sighed when Harry disappeared, sad about the opportunity they had missed, but determined to make it happen again and this time finish what they had started.

[werenzki]

Tyler Seguin #1

A/N: my first tyler imagine!!! woo!!! hope you all liked it :) requests are open 

Word Count: 2,165

You never expected for any NHL players to attend the party you were throwing, let alone spend half the night with one by your side. It all started with him opening up the fridge and stealing one of your beers. Next thing you knew, you were sitting on his lap in the living room and smiling down at him.

Tyler freaking Seguin, Dallas Star hot shot and apparently party-crasher too. He and one of the Stars rookies were enjoying your party, even stepping in for a few beer pong games and encountering with the party-goers as if they weren’t being filmed behind their backs. But whenever you caught someone bringing their phone up, you glared at them and they got nervous quickly walking away and out of sight.

Now, hours since arrival, and it felt as though Tyler was just another guy at this party. One who just happened to like to have his hand on your ass at all times possible. You laughed at something he said, then placed your hand on his chest and he smiled. 

“I’m glad I stopped by,” Tyler stated. 

“Me too,” you smiled. 

“Who knew random rich house parties cold actually turn out to be alright,” he stated. You chuckled and shook your head at him. 

“These are the ideal parties, rich house ones that is,” you nodded. Tyler chuckled at you and you ended up chuckling along with him.

“Y/N,” you looked up to see one of your best friend, Jeff, standing in front of the two of you were a harsh look on his face - directed to Tyler.

“Yeah?” You questioned. 

“Are you going to join the party, or sit around with this guy all night?” He asked, the anger in his voice was clear as day. Same with that slight hint of jealousy too. 

You turned away from Tyler and decided to stand then, Tyler seemed to get the vibe from Jeff and stood too. Suddenly the air around you felt thick. You looked between the two boys, seeing the way their eyes were narrowed at each other and their fists were at their sides - for now.

“Got a problem, dude?” Tyler asked, egging on Jeff who obviously had a problem.

“Yeah, dude,” Jeff spat back, “actually I do,” he took a step closer to Tyler then. You didn’t think twice before stepping towards Jeff now. There was no way in hell you were going to let this happen. Sure, you had noticed the looks Jeff and your other friends were giving you tonight, but you thought they could let this one thing slide. You were having fun, getting to know Tyler who was actually really sweet and funny. Guess you were wrong that they could leave this be.

“Jeff, stop,” you pushed him back while his hard gaze was still on Tyler. 

“Who do you think you are buddy?” Jeff wasn’t done antagonizing Tyler, his fists curling at his sides while you hands were placed firmly on his chest to put yourself in between the two brooding men. You looked back at Tyler now.

“Well,” Tyler paused and gave you a smug look, “I’m the guy she tells you not to worry about,” 

“Tyler,” you hissed as Jeff went to take a step forward. “Jeff!” You shouted and pushed him back, “come, now,” you grabbed his arm and it took all your power to pull him away from Tyler. It was now that you noticed people were staring, great. 

You stopped and turned back around to face Jeff, you could see Tyler over his shoulder still a few feet away. You sighed, “what do you think you’re doing, Jeff?” You questioned while crossing your arms are your chest. 

“He’s acting like a complete prick, and thinks he can just get away with it cause he’s some hot shot hockey player,” 

“That doesn’t mean you have to be any less of a person and start a fight with him,” 

“I’m not just going to stand around like everyone else,” Jeff said. You weren’t understanding anything he was trying to get at here. The night had been fine in your eyes. Sure, some people were bragging that they were partying with Tyler Seguin, but otherwise it had only been fun - up till now that is.

“There’s no reason for you to act this way! I can handle myself, I don’t need you going and picking fights with guys who talk to me,” you exclaimed while throwing your hands up into the air. People were still staring. 

“I-”

“Look, I hate to say it, but you really don’t need to worry about him,” 

“That’s rich,” Jeff snorted and his entire body seemed on edge. This talk wasn’t helping anything. You sighed and crossed your arms again, fidgeting with the ends of your sleeves. 

“I think you should take a breather, outside, I think Nicole’s by the pool,” you said while motioning to the open sliding door that lead to the busy patio and backyard. 

Jeff sighed as well, “come with me,” he said in a low but hopeful voice. His eyes were searching for yours, but with that hopeful look you felt guilt creep inside of you. As much as Jeff wanted, you’d never like him the way he did. Another moment went by you as you looked down at the floor beneath you.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later,” you said while looking up at him now. You then gave him a faint smile and walked away from him into the kitchen area. As you reached into the fridge for another cooler you felt the presents of someone else come up behind you. 

“Everything ok?” 

You turned around to see Tyler, his smug look wiped off his face and now replaced with a somewhat caring one. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” 

“Alright,” Tyler paused and crossed his ridiculously large arms at his chest. Your eyes were too busy looking at the black ink on his arms that you nearly missed what he had said. “Come on,” 

You blinked out of your daze and took his hand that he held out for you. He took you by surprise as he lead you up the staircase. It was like some unsaid rule that you didn’t go upstairs to the bedrooms during parties, unless you’re that drunk one who wants to hook up. Your body froze at the thought, sure you had been flirting all night but Tyler wasn’t actually trying to bring you upstairs to seduce you - was he?

“This house is huge,” Tyler muttered while opening another door. Behind it was a walk in closet with many towels and extra bedding. 

“What are we doing, Tyler?” You asked just as he reached the last door on the right. The master bedroom, you’d know since it was yours. Tyler let go of your hand and took in the room for a moment before he saw the balcony doors and made his way across the room to open the fresh style doors and walk onto the balcony - which you used regularly. For a moment you hoped you hadn’t left out any embarrassing romance novels or journals on the small table. 

“Are you going to sit?” You questioned as Tyler leaned against the railing and looked out over the back yard. He turned around to see you sitting in your usual seat, not that he’d know it, and he took the seat beside you. 

The two of you sat silently for a few passing moments. Tilting your head back, you looked up at the clear sky and admired the stars that were shining down. You chuckled to yourself and thought of how you were sitting beside a star as well, a Dallas Star of course. 

“What’s so funny?” Tyler questioned with a smile on his face. 

“Nothing,” you shook your head.

“Alrighty then,” Tyler narrowed his eyes in a joking matter, “so what’s your favourite colour?” 

You out right laughed, throwing your head back and putting an arm over your stomach, “seriously?”

“Mine’s blue,” Tyler responded. 

You shook your head slightly and then set down your cooler on the small table, “Yellow,” 

“You look like the kind of girl to like yellow,” Tyler noted and took a sip of his beer. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked with a chuckle.

“I’m sure your favourite flower is a sunflower too,” 

“Daisies, thank you very much,” 

“Same thing,”

“Are not!” You fought back which made you both laugh now. 

The conversation stayed light as the night went on. Tyler kept asking the typical junior high questions, and laughter filled the air while the party went on and on. Suddenly a shiver came over you, you said you’d be right back and walked into the bedroom, reaching the desk where a hoodie laid over the back of the chair. Tyler furrowed his brows together as you pulled it over your head and walked back onto the balcony. 

“Do you help yourself to clothes at every party you attend?”

“Only ones I host,” you stated with a shrug.

“This is your party?” Tyler asked.

“Yup,”

“And you’re up here while shit could be going on down there?”

You shrugged and took a step closer to where he sat, your knee bumped into his and you smiled down at him, tilting your head to the side, “well I enjoy the company up here and lot more than down there,” you said. 

Tyler’s hands found the back of your thighs and soon you were brought down and straddling his lap. Your hands came to either side of his face, the stubble of his bread prickling you slightly. Tyler was staring into your eyes, then his gaze fell to your lips and your almost stopped breathing right then and there. 

But then he was leaning forward, his lips inching towards yours and that’s when your heart nearly exploded in your chest. The kissing was only heating up as it went on. Suddenly Tyler was beginning to stand up, your eyes flew open as he cupped your bottom and hoisted you up, causing you to screech but then fall into a fit of giggles. But they were cut off but Tyler’s mouth, kissing you like his damn life depended on it. Boy was Tyler Seguin a good kisser. 

“You don’t think the hostess would mind if we messed up her sheets, would you?” Tyler teased as he set you down on your bed. 

“Not at all,” and just like that you were kissing again. Then your clothes were on the floor and Tyler’s hands were anywhere but to himself. Third base was always the safest, especially with a pretty popular hockey god whom was known for his off ice antics. 

It wasn’t till much later that you thought of the fact a party was still going on in your house. Curled up into Tyler, his hand gently brushing through your hair while you ran your finger over the tattoo on his ribcage, you were too peaceful to worry about what could be happening down there. Reaching across Tyler, you grabbed your phone and saw it was nearing 3 in the morning. If the noise didn’t die down the police would be here any moment, your neighbours were cool but not that cool. 

“I should really go shut down this party,” you said and then yawned while sitting up. Reaching over the side of the bed you found your hoodie and underwear. 

“I should go then,” 

“You can stay,” you said mostly to just be polite. 

“I have practice tomorrow, and I’m just going to cab home,” 

“Okay,” you nodded and then slide into your leggings before heading for the door.

“I’d like your number though,” Tyler said from across the room, now nearly fully dressed in his shirt and briefs. You tilted your head up and watched him put back on his jeans, effortlessly buttoning them up and then putting on his shoes. 

You could give him your number, or you could not. Do you give the guy with a reputation a chance? Have some more fun with him? Or do you actually respect yourself and blow this all off, you sighed as he pulled out his phone and gave you a smile. Giving the guy a chance seemed to be the choice you made while creating your contact. 

“If you text me past 10 in the evening for some booty call, I’ll ignore you,” 

“Wow,” Tyler shook his head, “it might surprise you, but I actually had a good time with you tonight, even before everything that happened in that bed,”

“Well,” you paused and took in the soft smile he was giving you, “for the record I had a good time with you too. Especially in that bed,” you teased. Tyler chuckled while you stuck your tongue out at him, but as he took a step towards you - your tongue was in his mouth instead. 

[possiblyfree]

Tag Game *^*

I was tagged by @yuzukimist​ <3 Thank you! This is actually the first time I’m doing something like this, so...

Rules: Answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions. 

1. Coke or pepsi? Uh, actually I’d go with pepsi, because it tastes better.

2. Disney or Dreamworks? This...is unfair question. I love both. 

3. Coffee or tea? I’m not a fan of either. I only drink water ever since I was a kid.

4. Books or movies? BOOKS. Like, I like movies and the ability to see the scenes with my own two eyes, but I prefer reading books and imagining things myself. Also, books are just awesome.

5. Windows or Mac? Windows.

6. DC or Marvel? I was a big fan of Marvel since I was a young girl, but with all the drama that has been going around, I’m more into DC now. I love both, though. 

7. Xbox or Playstation? Playstation all the way. 

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect? Heard about both, but never really had a chance to play :(

9. Night owl or early riser? I love sleep and yet I’m more of a night owl. I like to get up early, though. 

10. Cards or chess? I think, I will go with chess. 

11. Chocolate or vanilla? Both are good.

12. Vans or converse? I’m not really into shoes and I honestly have no idea if there’s any difference.

13.  Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar? Idk what are those.

14. Fluff or angst? Fluffy angst, tbh. Because I love both, but I just feel like I can’t have one, without another? Also, fluff is just needed. And angst makes you think and make you really emotional at times.

15. Beach or forest? I’m not a fan of the beach, but I’d rather go there than have bugs in my hair. I love both, though. 

16. Dogs or cats? Why choose when you can have both? I’m a dog lover, though. 

17. Clear skies or rain? Rain. Never a clear sky. I love rain. There’s just something calming about it, it also makes me less anxious. 

18. Cooking or eating out? I don’t really trust anyone with my food, so I would rather cook my own meal. Also, home-cooked food tastes way better.

19. Spicy food or mild food? I don’t have preference.

20. Halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? I don’t like either, actually.

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? Considering the fact that I am always a little too cold, I will choose that. I literally cannot stand the heat.

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be? Invisibility, I guess. It would be cool to fly, too. But if I had the chance to make a person feel happier, then I would choose that. 

23. Animation or live action? Both.

24. Paragon or renegade? ????

25. Baths or showers? Bath, because I can drown out all the noises when I duck down.

26. Team cap or team ironman? I was team Ironman, but now? Idk, honestly.

27. Fantasy or sci-fi? Science fiction, I think. I like the magic in fantasy, though.

28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so, what are they?

“Normal people are boring. And we ain’t normal people.” - Jazer

"Everyone assumes that if you make jokes, you're happy. Why? Why is that?" ~ Swerve, MTMTE

“Anyone, from anywhere, can do anything.” - Tyler Joseph, twenty one pilots.

And everything that’s deep. I actually have a lot of quotes, but I just...forgot them? Sorry!

29. Youtube or netflix? I don’t have Netflix in my country :( I love Youtube, though. You’d never believe what you can find there.

30. Harry potter or percy jackson? HARRY POTTER. But I like Percy Jackson, too.

31. When do you feel accomplished? Those are rare days when I feel accomplished. I feel the most accomplished when a person smiles because of me, though.

32. Star wars or star trek? Don’t make me choose.

33. Paperback or hardback books? Paperback, but when I was younger, I prefered hardback ones.

34. Horror or rom-com? Horror.

35. Tv shows or movies? Both.

36. Favourite animal? White tigers. And dogs. And butterflies. I love animals.

37. Favourite genres of music? I listen to everything.

38. Least favourite book? I don’t have one? I think that every book has a meaning and I enjoy each I have ever read.

39. Favourite season? Autumn.

40. Song that’s currently stuck in your head? Rise, Katy Perry(Boyce Avenue piano acoustic cover).

41. What kind of pyjama’s do you wear? Just a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

42. How many existential crises do you have on an average day? Probably less than I had at the beginning of 2016, but still more than I should.

43. If you can only choose one song to be played at your funeral, what would it be? Yuri on Ice, which is the most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard and it tells  equally beautiful story. 

44. Favourite theme song to a TV show? Don’t remember the last time I watched a TV show, but either Supernatural or Shost Whisperer.

45. Harry potter movies or books? Books.

46. You can make your OTP become canon but you’ll forget that tumblr exists. will you do it?  Nope. I know that whoever would write my OTP would eventually mess my paring up, so nope. I’d rather read ffs, do fanarts and drown in angst hell with them.

47. Do you play an instrument and if so, what is it? Ha. Ha. No.

48. What is the worst way to die? Drowning. Choking. Any way that is slow and you have to suffer for a really long time.

49. If you could be entirely invisible for a day, what would you do? Help people. Find out who gossips about be behind my back. Scare my older brother. The fun stuff.

50. What are you planning on doing with your life? I plan to live. To write something I can be proud of. To help my mom. To find a good job, educate myself. Travel. Help other. 

But seriously. 

I have no idea.

51. Favorite Disney movie? ...am not gonna answer that one.

52. Do you believe in aliens? Yes.

53. Are u an unstoppable force or an immovable object? Depends on a situation.

54. If you could go on a road trip right now (without worrying about Adult Responsibilities), where would you go? Somewhere quiet. Where I can see the sun going down, feel a warm breeze on my skin. Where no one screams, no one fights. Where I can be alone for a while.

55. (My added question). If you could live a successful life or make one person happy, what would you choose?

And I don’t think I have that many friends on Tumblr, so... @myeverlastingship,

@leftrightupdown, @sleepyshirota, @estoniantoaster, @atrantara, @gurenismywaifu

[hell-and-pepsi]

what is a tagged can you eat it

I guess I was tagged by @ilwinsgarden ? That was a surprise, people don’t tag me in stuff too often, thank you very much!

Rules: Answer all the questions, then add one of your own, and tag as many people as there are questions

1) Coke or Pepsi? I never drank coke in my life. I tried Pepsi once so I guess Pepsi.

2) Disney or Dreamworks? I’d say Dreamworks, especially since my brother is a huge fan of How to Train your Dragon

3) Coffee or Tea? Tea, in all forms and quantities - from a cheap-arse tea bag put in a bucket of hot water to exquisite brands prepared by the rules of the Chinese traditional tea ceremonies

4) Books or movies? First read the book, then watch the movie based on it. Never vice versa (except if the book is really crappy compared to the movie)

5) Windows or mac? Windows! Also doors. Illuminators. Ceiling lights. Ventilation vents. If you can punch a hole through a wall, that’s nice too.

6) D.C. or Marvel? Not a fan of either.

7) Xbox or PlayStation? Never had neither of them.

8) Dragon age or mass effect? I never played neither of them and I don’t even have friends that played any of these :(

9) Night owl or early riser? Early riser. If you can manage to, which doesn’t happen to often to me unfortunately.

10) Cards or chess? I can barely play any card games, I don’t even know the names of the card suits in Russian (but I know them perfectly in English because Homestuck.) So chess, even though I haven’t played chess either in a very long time.

11) Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate any time.

12) Vans or converse? I don’t care much for fashion so either is fine

13) Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? Low Sorbian? Volapük? Or are those not weird language names?

14) Fluff or angst? Both. Both is good. 

15) Beach or forest? Um. Have you looked at my username. Well, I guess you should just look at it again

16) Dogs or cats? Cats! Especially my cat, Sebastian. Though dogs are cool as well.

17) Clear skies or rain? Clear sky! I am basically a reverse vampire, I can’t live without a blue sky and a bright sun up above. Also, stars at night *_*

18) Cooking or eating out? I’m broke, so cooking.

19) Spicy or mild food? I like spicy. But honestly, it all depends on the ability of the cook. Mild food can be very tasty too if done right.

20) Halloween/Samhain or solstice/yule/Christmas? @ilwinsgarden while answering this question said that they don’t celebrate Hallowe’en in Czech Republic and I relate - we don’t celebrate it in Russia as well save for the occasional shop sell. 

But here we go even more extreme - we don’t celebrate Christmas either! In the Soviet times the main winter celebration shifted to New Year’s Eve, and that’s what we celebrate mainly up to this day. Christmas is a religious holiday solely, and moreover, because Russia is mainly an Orthodox Christian country and not a Prothestantic/Catholic/Anglican one, we celebrate Christmas two weeks later than Catholics (January the 7th).

Actually, even putting cultural differences aside, I don’t like the themes of both holidays. The modern media has generalized and cheapened them so that Hallowe’en is merely pumpkin spice and costumes instead of being a spiritual day, and Christmas is merely presents and trees instead of an important Christian milestone. I guess I enjoy Christmas a little bit more.

21) Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? Uhhh, that’s a tough one! But I am actually often a little too cold (including today), so if I choose a little too hot perhaps it can cancel it out? :D

22) If you could have a superpower what would it be? There are so many choices! Super intellengence would be helpful. Teleportation would allow me to travel anywhere in the world for free. If I could create plant life or accelerate its speed of growth, I could end famine.

23) Animation or live action? Both have their perks. Currently I’m more invested in animation, but I would really like to explore live action movies and even create ones myself.

24) Paragon or renegade? Okay, so I learnt a new English word today! Paragon, huh. And as much as I love the sound of that word I choose renegade. I’m a rebel by nature.

25) Bath or shower? Showers are cooler and more eco-friendly, but when you’re tired all you want is a nice hot bath. So both once again, depending on your state.

26) Team Cap or team Ironman? Like I said above, I’m not a fan of Marvel.

27) Fantasy or sci-fi? Don’t make me choose like this! But when I was younger I definitely enjoyed sci-fi more, and I know there’s still a lot of classic authors for me to explore.

28) Do you have 3 or 4 favorite quotes if so what are they? Oh boy, you came for a treat. “Fears are caused by a lack of understanding. And in the world we live in, you have unlimited information out there. There’s no reason you should be afraid of anything”  - Ethoslab, my most favourite Youtuber and Minecrafter ever. I don’t remember the exact episode, but I believe it was in his Let’s Play series around 390-410 ish, when he was building Sandy City.

“I mean, I know you want it to stay pleasant around here, but — there are so many things … that are so much better. Like silly, or sexy, or dangerous … or brave. And every one of those things is in you all the time, if you just have the guts to look for them.”  - Bud Parker, from the movie Pleasantville. Go watch it. It’s a true piece of art. I watched it in my English class in detail and it was absolutely delightful and amazing and so, so true.

“I never let school interfere with my education.”  - (incorrect, I think) Mark Twain. Sums my feeling about school perfectly.

“Every moment is the moment, and everything you lose, you lose forever.”  - my teacher. He told us once to remember this saying very carefully, even if we don’t understand it fully, because there may come a time where it will be very, very true for us. It is one of those quotes that you do not memorize, but which memorizes you instead.

29) YouTube or Netflix? I don’t have a Netflix account and I don’t even know whether the site is available in my country. But I spend endless hours on Youtube.

30) Harry Potter or Percy Jackson? Look at my nickname and my avatar yet again... plus I never quite got into Percy Jackson. I think I only read one book. Its fans make cool fanart though, with many different ships.

31) When do you feel accomplished? When I do something that’s supposed to be “in my field” and I do excellent on it. Also, contrariwise, when I have to go through something I’m scared or unexperienced to do and perform well.

32) Star Wars or Star Trek? Okay, please don’t kill me for this, but I never watched a Star Wars movie in my life. I also didn’t watch Star Trek, but I relate to it a little bit more because I’m a fan of Doctor Who which is a show from the same time. Plus Star Trek is responsible for a lot of modern sci-fi tropes, its fans started the modern fanfiction culture (including the concept of shipping), and it’s a historical and innovative piece in general.

33) Paperback books or hardcover books? I don’t have a strong opinion of this, and I read books online mostly nowadays. In my experience, different kinds of books are more prone to being in a hardcover or in paperback. Both of those types can be very enjoyable.

34) Fantastic beasts or Cursed child? Seen/read neither. (I feel so ignorant while answering those... haven’t seen that, haven’t read that...) But from what I saw and heard, especially from my little brother, Cursed Child is a hectic fanfiction piece somehow gone canon (and Rowling had barely to do with it anyway) and Fantastic Beasts is, well, a fantastic piece of work. Also Americans got their own Potter movie. (like A Very Potter musical wasn’t enough)

35) Rock or pop music? My music taste is dictated by artist, not style. That being said, nowadays I have more favourites in pop than rock.

36) What is the most important thing in your life? Keeping close to my principles/morals. Expressing those principles and morals in one way or another, because I find it something important to show to other people. Trying to help the people I call my friends. Trying to make sense in this big mess of things we call the world.

37) Mountains or sea/ocean? Tough question again! But I guess I’ve been to the sea like, thrice in my life, and never been to the mountains, so sea/ocean.

38) How do you express yourself? Mostly in words and sometimes in action. But my ultimate goal is to create content through which I could successfully express my view of the world.

39) What’s the first book/film that really counted to you? Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. When I was little I never cried at books at movies. But there was something in chapter 34 (where Harry has learn the truth about himself and goes to the Forbidden Forest to be killed by Voldemort) that made me shed my very first tear. The name of the chapter was The Forest Again, so, well, you can see how big of an impact it was for me.

40) What’s your element (air, water, etc.)? I want to be the Avatar! :D But seriously, I can’t really choose. By my star sign, Leo, it’s fire.

41) If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? Is “everywhere” an option?

42) If you had any job in the world, what would it be? A teacher in a school that is actually a good school. Not that those exist. Or a cartoon/anime/movie director/screenwriter.

43) If you were granted three wishes, what would they be? I guess all unlimited wishes hacks are banned, so:

1) World piece 2) Unlimited food to end world famine 3) Unlimited eco-friendly power source to end (most of) the world’s ecological problems.

44) If you had to eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Pizza! Because you can put anything on a pizza.

45) What’s currently the most pressing issue on your mind, and what’s stopping you from fixing it? Is “everything” an option” [2]? But seriously, it’s probably my unpreparement for the uncoming exams and the search for my future career. The first one is caused by just lazyness and the boringness/objective unimportance of the exams, and the second time always takes time, naturally. So they are pressing, but at the same time I don’t worry too much at “failing” them.

46) What is your dream companion animal? A cat! Or a cool bird, like a jay or an oreole.

47) Raptors or songbirds? Raptor songbirds. Just imagine.

48) Do you think there is life on other planets in universe? “Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying. “ Arthur C. Clarke sums my opinion on this pretty welI

Woah, that’s a lot of questions! It also took me a lot of time to answer them, it’s super late for me now. Here’s my question:

49: If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, what would be some of the things that you do?

And I can’t possibly tag 49 people, so here’s just some: @polyglotplatypus, @kuufox, @artisticprotector, @cultureklub, @crap-iccioso,  @glannniglaepur, @stefan-stefansson, @moonpaw17, @klavierr, @antialiasis, @johannesviii and basically anyone else who wants to do this. And if you don’t want to do it, of course you’re not obliged in any way. @ilwinsgarden thank you so much for tagging me once again!

[wethemighty]

Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see? Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills? Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss? Gemini: Favourite song? Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t? Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about?Comet: What’s your big dream?

Thank you for asking these, it’s been awhile since I’ve done one and I enjoy putting the effort into them c:Black Hole - What’s the last thing you want to see: The last thing I EVER want to see is a spider of any kind in my house. But I guess realistically, I letter from my school saying I can’t come back. I’ve kinda already been more or less removed from a school already because of shitty effort so I have no idea what I’d do cause there’s no way I’d get in anywhere else with my record. Cigar Galaxy - How’s your flirting skills: LOL uh, weellll, I haven’t had to use them for a long time because I haven’t really had the desire to flirt but sometimes there are really cute girls in my class and I basically make zero move towards speaking to them and probably give off an unapproachable vibe so. How’s that for flirting skills, “hey I’m dead inside and have no motivation ;0″Cartwheel Galaxy - When was your first kiss: I’m lucky cause mine was actually kinda cute. I think I was a senior in high school actually.. I started talking to this girl like my sophomore year though online as a Facebook group with other friends of mine and over summer before senior year we started talking more seriously. I think the topic was the show Wipeout at like 1am which was late af for me then. We texted a bit and met each other for I think the first time irl at a local fair and had a jolly good time so the next week she challenged me to a game of pool, whoever lost had to give the other a kiss. I then proceeded to kick her ass, like any gentleman would. But I still had to initiate lmao cause neither of us had s/o’s before so we were both nervous. But it was cute, and I’m thankful it was with such a lovely person. She did give me mono though and I’ll never forgive her for that. Hopefully she’s still doing okay today.Gemini - Favorite song: This is always the hardest question.. I think I have to name a couple for a few reasons. There are two that always stick out to me because of how much they mean to me and those two are Assistant to the Regional Manager by The Devil Wears Prada and Oak Island by Our Last Night. Every time I hear them I can’t ever tell if it’s a good or bad feeling in my chest, but the feeling reminds me of the mental place I came from and where I am today. It reminds me of the progress I’ve made in that sense and I enjoy that about those songs. Right at this moment I think my favorite song is either Dive In by Pierce the Veil or an Owl City Fireflies remix by Said the Sky lol. All time favorite is probably Second and Sebring by Of Mice and Men (especially now that Austin is gone too) or Heartbreak Kids by Secrets.Vega - What’s something you’ve done you wish you hadn’t: A lot of things actually, but things that I’ve kinda pushed out of my mind at this point. I’m finding that dwelling on your mistakes and letting them dictate your happiness is not a good way to live life. Nothing stands out right now as something I am desperate to go back and change because I’m still alive and I’ve learned from all of it. Why wish I could change something in the past when I can focus on making better decisions i the future.Betelgeuse - What’s something you can never forget about: I’m a very forgetful person I think but I will never forget any of my friends or the experiences I’ve shared with them. I’m an asshole to them most of the time and they still decide to stick around and make my time spent with them enjoyable and I’ll never forget the concerts, the parties, the driving and blowing Noah’s ears out, or the staying up all night giggling our asses off to the dumbest shit. I love them, and will definitely never forget them or our time together.Comet - What’s your biggest dream: That name tilts me.. Comet is my friend’s dog that you can always hear barking in the background of the discord and..mmmm boy.. But I think my biggest dream is to feel comfortable. With myself most importantly in terms of self confidence and mental health, but also with my living situation. If I were to ever have kids I would want my family to feel financially secure and not have to worry about whether there’s food on the table. That’s it, I just wanna feel comfortable. Comfortable knowing I’m with someone who loves me, comfortable with myself and my image of myself, and comfortable monetarily. As always sorry for the long text posts, maybe I should make them into read more’s but uh, I dun really know how to do that so. Thanks for asking the questions, these kinda always make me sit down and think about my life and that’s kinda cool c: 

[aspen-aura]

Ask game

Because I’m a weirdo 

1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.

East by Sleeping At Last, Letterbox by Magic Castles, Levels of Light by Sleeping At Last, Ragged Wood by Fleet Foxes, Runaway by The National, and The Fall by Imagine Dragons.

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Even after 4 years, probably Tom Hiddleston. I feel like we’d have some good conversations.

3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

And there is a third factor, furthermore, which has everywhere exerted a pervasive influence on the shaping of mythologies, a third range and context of specifically human experience, of which the developing individual becomes inevitably aware as his powers of thought and observation mature, the spectacle, namely, of the universe, the natural world in which he finds himself, and the enigma of its relation to his own existence: its magnitude, its changing forms, and yet, through these, an appearance of regularity.

....yep, that’s one line. Gods above. From Myths To Live By by Joseph Campbell.

4) What do you think about most?

These days? How much I fucked up my first intimate relationship.

5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Yep.

6) Do you have any strange phobias?

Starfish. Don’t even ask.

7) What's your religion?

Hard polytheistic Druid is the most accurate label I’ve found.

8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Looking at a bird or the sky! Or a tree.

9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Sam Roberts.

10) What was the last lie you told?

That it wasn’t personal.

11) Do you believe in karma?

I think so, yes.

12) What does your URL mean?

aspen-aura: For aspen forests, which are considered to be the world’s largest organism. Every tree is genetically similar to its neighbour, making them technically one individual. Also, the wind through their leaves is my favourite sound. Aura, for my online moniker, and for the Northern Lights, to which I’ve always had an affinity.

13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

Weakness: I let fear rule my social life. Strength: my ability to accept things.

14) Who is your celebrity crush?

For my asexual and possibly aromantic ass, keep in mind that this means that all I’d want from them is a hug and a good heart-to-heart conversation: Tom Hiddleston, and Adam Driver.

15) How do you vent your anger?

I listen to angry music or if I’m seriously pissed, I go for a run or punch things that won’t be hurt by the blows. The most upset I’ve ever been left a mark: I bit a piece of metal and chipped a piece of tooth off my molar. (I was pretty young)

16) Do you have a collection of anything?

....Mega Bloks Dragons. DON’T JUDGE ME

17) Are you happy with the person you've become?

All in all? Yes. But I don’t like the things I’ve done recently.

18) What's a sound you hate; sound you love?

I hate the sound of utensils scraping on plates, and love the sound of wind through trees, specifically aspens.

19) What's your biggest "what if"?

What if my dad had stayed?

20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

Yep and yep.

21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

My little General Hux bobblehead. My case of Prismacolour pencil crayons.

22) Smell the air. What do you smell?

Dust caught in the furnace vent.

23) What's the worst place you have ever been to?

I’m pretty sheltered, so I’d say the hospital. Or a nursing home. Those places just feel like death and desperation.

24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?

Singer? Oh dear...well, Sam Roberts ain’t hard on the eyes.

25) To you, what is the meaning of life?

Was just pondering that today. To experience beauty, and to feel it, and to produce it and be a part of it. In whatever form that may be.

26) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

Yes, and only in minor scrapes in the parking lot...x.x

27) What was the last movie you saw?

Brooklyn! Re-watched it tonight with me mother

28) What's the worst injury you've ever had?

A pretty serious cut on my thumb when I was an ignorant child and grabbed a razor. Ever since then, razors fucking terrify me. Single blades are the worst.

29) Do you have any obsessions right now?

...Star Wars <3 and Kylux, my trash ship. shhhh. It’s what’s keeping me sane atm

30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?

Yep! That me and my bff were lesbians. I didn’t bother to deny it. Wasn’t true, but it wasn’t offensive, so I wasn’t upset.

31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Nope. This has never happened in my 22 years.

32) What is your astrological sign?

Leo! If you couldn’t guess by my “meaning of life” answer...

33) What's the last thing you purchased?

Dr. Pepper and Pizza Pops. 

34) Love or lust?

Love. Never had experience with the second, and from what I’ve seen, it just messes things up.

35) In a relationship?

Nope.

36) How many relationships have you had?

None. But, if I was any other human being, my recently-deceased friendship would have been one.

37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

I don’t have one? I don’t need people to like me, but if they do, sweet! Really I just make bad puns lol

38) Where is your best friend?

At work, probably.

39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

Playing Skyrim, I believe.

40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

Yes. I need someone who can go straight to heart-to-heart, but understand if I don’t talk to them for months on end. Doesn’t mean I like you less, I just need my space.

41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Save the dog. Duh?

42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

Tell them I am so they’ll let me do what I had to. I’d ride all the horses I could, and go to Ireland. And yes, I’d be afraid.

43) What's a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Closer To Fine by The Indigo Girls.

44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Trust, honesty, and openness. Also, passion is essential. You gotta have two interested parties.

45) How can I win your heart?

By letting me go.

46) Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Absolutely!

47) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

To stop being a pretentious asshole about the music I like. Seriously, allowing my hipster ass to enjoy pop music changed my LIFE. 

48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

brb

49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word "heart."

Someplace green, illuminated by a campfire, with stars and Auroras dancing overhead.

50) Basic question; what's your favorite color/colors?

Greeeeen!

51) What is your current desktop picture?

A screencap from Song of the Sea <3

52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

....given that I have a certain distaste for fascism and capitalism, take a wild guess.

53) What would be a question you'd be afraid to tell the truth on?

Well if I told you, you’d know the answer.

54) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

SHAPE SHIFTING

55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

Sitting by the fire in a log cabin in the wilds of BC when it’s -40, dark outside, with my dad and brother beside me as we welcomed the new year.

56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Nothing. All of it makes me who I am.

57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Like...beside them? Maybe hugging? If that’s the case, well, Neko Case. I love her and don’t know her personally, but I trust her.

58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Ireland!

59) Ever been on a plane?

Yes. I hecking love air travel

60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities.

Tom Hiddleston, Adam Driver, Daisy Ridley, Blake Ritson, and Dan Feuerriegel. (Hot to me = aesthetic attraction)