#i have a ton of tattoos too but piercings freak me out

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currently trying to work up the courage to get the piercings that i've wanted for like 15 years but never had the courage and/or money to get

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𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚜/𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚜/𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚜

Warnings: some suggestive bits but nothing too bad!|pairings: sevika x reader, vander x reader, vi x reader, jinx x reader, jayce x reader, viktor x reader, mel x reader, Caitlyn x reader|proofread: no <3| authors note: bare with me I am VERY tired :,)

Vander:

TATTOOS

- wouldn’t think anything of it at first

- A lot of people came into the last drop with some type of body modification, so he never really thought of it

- BUT-

- That being said, he still found them interesting.

- He’d always ask what some of them meant to you, if they had a meaning behind them or not

- I imagine he does have a bit of tattoo knowledge from the past

- So if you were to get a new tattoo he’d always take care of it for you

- Even if you didn’t ask, he’d still ask you if you needed any help with wrapping it up

- Which is nice, especially with back tattoos

BODY MODS/PIERCINGS:

- ok, body mods are a bit of a different story

- Tattoos are a big sign of how tough you are, but body mods..

- Let’s just say, he finds it hot

- And he finds you 100x more tougher

- Because either something punctured your skin for a piercing or you got her tongue cut in half (those type of ppl are so h o t)

- Just more reasons he loves you

- But if you got a new piercing, he doesn’t know anything about keeping those clean

- So he’ll just sit off to the side, watching how it’s done

- Like, he’s standing outside your shared bathroom while watching you clean your piercing.

- Will never get one

- Even if you ask nicely

- He’s tough in his own ways, so he’s not worried about seeming tougher

vi:

TATTOOS

- she definitely finds them attractive

- Since she grew up in zaun and prison, she saw tattoos often, but they always corresponded with that persons role with something

- But your tattoos were different

- They had a personal reason behind them or you just got them because you wanted too

- Whenever you two are cuddling, she always draws over your tattoos with her fingers

- Also enjoys it when you draw over her tattoos with your fingers

- Most down to get matching tattoos

- She loves the fact you and her have something on her that reminds her of you

BODY MODS

- oh. My. God.

- She freaks out

- Out of being excited

- Whenever she sees your piercings or other type of body mods, she’s always in awe

- ESPECIALLY with a split tong

- She’d ask tons of questions

- “Did it hurt??” “What’d you eat while it was healing??”

- That type of stuff

- Always wants to know more about you because she loves you <3

Jinx:

TATTOOS

- she grew up surrounded by people with tattoos and never thought of any of it

- That being said,,

- She falls in love all over again

- “You’re even more beautiful than before toots ;)”

- She’d show you off to people you two meet

- “This is (reader), aren’t they beautiful?? :)”

- They answer yes out of f e a r

- She’d always draw on free spaces on your arms and always gets so excited when you get it tattooed on you

BODY MODS

- almost the exact same as the tattoos

- She’d get VERY excited

- Somehow keyboard smashes irl which is very confusing

- “YOUR SO HOT TOOTS!!”

- She’s your hype woman

- Sometimes makes you new piercings for you to wear

- When she’s sitting in your lap at her desk she’d always cup your face in her hands and kiss your piercings

- Every. Single. One.

Sevika:

TATTOOS

- when she first saw you, she immediately found you hot

- One thing led to another you two were playing poker while one another while she asked about your tats

- Never crosses any boundaries

- She’s mean but not rude

- Of course you two ended up together after a few months

- By now she knows most of your tattoos from head to toe

- Just looking at you she feels proud

- Loves you with all her heart

BODY MODS

- much like the tattoos, she finds you hot immediately

- You somehow convince her to get a bridge piercing

- Which you found VERY hot

- If you have a split tongue, she’d always somehow end up staring at it while smoking a cigar when she first noticed, listening to you rant about something that happened.

- “Are you listening?” She wasn’t

- “What’s that in your mouth?”

- Which led to you sticking your tongue out to show her, which got her all flustered

- “That’s fucking sick” she loves it.

- All in all, finds YOU hot

Caitlyn:

TATTOOS

- the first time she saw you, she was s t u n n e d

- Like, damn, did those hurt?

- She finds it kinda hot ngl..

- Ok she finds it REALLY hot

- But she can’t let you know that

- So she hides her simping by asking a TON of questions

- “Why’d you get them? Did they hurt? Who did them? Did you make the drawing of it? How long did it take?”

- H o u r s of her questions

- Eventually confesses she finds them attractive and you two ended up cuddling together while she admired your tattoos up close

BODY MODS

- honestly, she didn’t understand them at first

- When she saw your piercings she couldn’t help but ask you why

- When you told her the reasoning, she understood

- Much like the tattoos, she admired them whenever you two cuddled

- She would spend A TON of money just to buy you some new piercings

- Just knowing that your wearing something she bought brings butterflies to her stomach

- Gets flustered when she sees your split tongue if you have one

- Like, how could she never notice??

- Asks you if you struggle to eat food or drink

- Which you answer honestly

- Often wonders what it would feel against hers-

Viktor:

TATTOOS

- He honestly never saw them before

- Only when he saw the glow of a some type of neon light against your skin did he see them

- He’s obviously got a ton of questions but knows how annoying that can get so he just keeps it to one or two questions at a time

- Makes a cute little nickname for you like “ink pen”

- Loves the idea of looking at tattoos, hates getting them

- So he never does, but he’s always there for you for moral support

- Sometimes

- Secretly he dislikes watching the tattoo pen prick at your skin

- He’s just worried for you 🥺

BODY MODS

- same as tattoos, curious but won’t bombard you with questions

- Whenever he sees your piercings he’s always tempted to touch them

- Doesn’t though, because he respect your boundaries

- Makes sure nothing magnetic that can hurt you is in the room

- If you’ve ever asked if he could help clean your piercing out, he gets nervous instantly

- Suggests it might not be a good idea, but you persisted

- Accidentally got the cleaning solution in your eye

- Never should’ve doubted him

Jayce:

- oh boy

- Another story

- He gets VERY curious about your tattoos

- BOMBARDS you with questions, much like cait

- Once he realizes you had kinda gotten annoyed, he backed off immediately

- Still asked a few questions here and there but never went too fair

- “How many do you have?”

- Whenever he’s stressed out he’d immediately go to you and ask if he cuddle

- Which you do of course and he runs his fingers over the tattoos as he told you what stressed him out so much

- Feels 100% better

BODY MODS

- once he sees your piercings, he’s asking questions again

- “How many do you have?”

- “A few”

- He loves them and you sm

- He’d always get distracted staring at them, wondering how he was so lucky

- If you have a split tongue and he spotted it, he’d be slightly grossed out

- Only because he’s imagining the healing process

- But he does find the split tongue kinda hot-

- Like cait he imagines what it’d feel like against his 👀

- He just loves you all together 🥺

Mel:

TATTOOS

- You covered them up mostly whenever you were around her

- But one day she caught you in a tank top and your tattoos on full view for e v e r y o n e

- She’d confront you and ask why she’s never seen them

- You honestly just thought she’d find them unprofessional and break up

- She doesn’t

- Actually would like to paint your tattoos on a canvas, like a reminder of you

- Which you do, that is why your sitting infront of her and her canvas in a bra so she can get a full view of your tattoos

- Finds them VERY attractive

- She’d always rub her hand delicately over them while you two relaxed in her bed after a long day

BODY MODS

- When she first saw your piercings, she was impressed

- She’s probably got a piercing somewhere hidden (👀)

- So she doesn’t judge

- She’s 100% down to help you clean your piercings

- Makes it a whole thing

- Would also run a bath for the two of you

- Light a candle or two

- ONLY THE BEST FOR HER BELOVED 😩

- Just imagine, she’s holding your face in her hands while sitting in in your lap, cleaning your piercings and face after a long day of work

- She loves the feeling of your face in her hands, holding you as she admired your features.

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Random La Squadra HCs (#1?)

just some things that come to mind about the guys that don’t fit into any other post 😭 sorry prosciutto and formaggio have so much more than the others omg. i would keep typing these but this has literally been in my drafts for months and i’m sick of looking at it 💀 i keep adding and if i don’t post now i never will (minor mentions of drugs and alcohol and slight swearing)

୨ ╭ ୨୧ ✦ ︶꒷꒦・⎯⎯・⎯⎯・₊ˎ✧๑

Risotto:

loves rain, specifically the sound of rain on the roof. he loves to just sit in silence (which is a rare occurrence) and listen to the sweet sounds of the rain pattering against the slate above

after a long day of hard work, risotto loves nothing more than relaxing with a cup of hot chocolate, headphones on, maybe even reading a book or the days newspaper

this guy has a shit ton of piercings and definitely has a few tattoos too

his guilty pleasure is watching soap operas. normally watches them with prosciutto while doing a face mask (prosciutto forced him into it but risotto loves it)

Ghiaccio:

loves nutella on his toast. literally the only thing he will have on his toast. he absolutely loves the stuff

honestly i think he actually would just have a really big sweet tooth

big fan of iced coffee. don’t know where this headcanon came from but it’s stuck in my brain now

massive gamer. also into comic books and figurines and stuff like I mentioned in a previous post

probably had braces when he was younger

if he does want a hot drink, he enjoys a nice cup of warm milk

Illuso:

huge astrology bitch. literally won’t shut up about it. i can definitely see him saying things like ‘that’s such a scorpio thing to do’, ‘you’re acting like such a virgo’, ‘let me guess, you’re a pisces?’. he will analyse the crap out of you once he learns your star sign etc.

loves crystals too. has a massive collection of them (i’ve kind of mentioned this headcanon before but i love it too much). often keeps a crystal in his pocket and it also often changes. normally brings a crystal that is good for luck and is 100% convinced this crystal is what makes him so good at what he does. he probably messed up once on a job when he didn’t have the crystal on him (which was totally just a coincidence) and now he doesn’t leave without one in his pocket.

also i think he deep down has a lot of insecurities and anxieties which he masks with the cocky attitude

loves cosy things like soft blankets and fluffy pyjamas <3

really good at drawing and painting

also really good at singing and playing guitar tbh

Prosciutto:

i think he would smoke (i’m a big fan of this headcanon honestly) but not just cigarettes. i could definitely see him smoking weed and having been a bit of a stoner kid back in his younger days.

mum friend of the group. honestly i think i didn’t have to say this one because i feel like a lot of people think this. constantly giving advice and pep talks even though no one asked for it lmao

favourite alcoholic drinks are red wine, espresso martinis and whiskey

favourite non-alcoholic drink is coffee for sure. the man is convinced he can’t function without a cigarette and a coffee in the morning

favourite fashion brands are gucci and prada! though he just is a big fan of fashion in general

i gave ghiaccio a breakfast preference and i have one for prosciutto too lmao. i think he would eat the thickest porridge. no one in the team can understand why he enjoys it this way and he never elaborates

i said this in a previous post but he’s definitely a big vinyl lover. loves the little crackling noise in between each track. it brings him a sense of comfort

a clean freak and a perfectionist. this applies to all parts of his life including his room and his looks

i think i’ve also said this but he definitely runs a fashion blog in his free time lmao

Formaggio:

another one who i definitely does drugs (definitely would do more than just weed in my opinion lmao)

i feel like he would be a pretty sporty guy and would like playing stuff like football and basketball (i’ve said this before whoops)

the joker of the group for sure. probably the kind of guy who can’t read the room and doesn’t know when a joke is appropriate or not

also the kind of guy who wishes he wasn’t always just seen as the silly goofy friend. my guy wants a break every now and then from the joker personality!

another guy who enjoys video games. and is actually very good at them

i know he shoved his cat in a bottle and all but i think he actually loves his cat a lot. probably prefers his cat over people half the time lmao

also, he would totally have freckles

this guy would do anything if you dare him to lmao

also loves telling dirty jokes

Melone:

the king of dirty jokes tbh. i feel like ghiaccio would get so annoyed lmao. but illuso and formaggio would crack up at them, they find them hilarious

a massive gamer! loves video games and loves playing them with ghiaccio

also a big movie enjoyer. invite him along to see any movie and he’ll be down!

and also a big fan of musicals. he loves to sing along to all the songs

speaking of which, he would also be a good singer just like illuso. and he would be the kind of person who knows the words to a song after listening to it once lmao

got the whole gang into ru paul’s drag race and they always watch it together. melone and illuso are normally critiquing all the contestants lmao

Pesci:

i think he would have quite a few food allergies (not dairy though, my boy loves his milk). but i think the other guys would be very considerate of this (probably because prosciutto warned them within an inch of their life to do so) and they always make food he can eat. on the odd occasion they don’t, they make sure there’s no cross contamination!

scared of thunderstorms. if there’s ever a thunderstorm, you better be protecting this boy. he hates the loud noises of the thunder so he’s normally seen wearing headphones or something to block out the noise

massive animal lover! big fan of formaggio’s cat, can normally be seen giving the cat some sneaky treats here and there

another warm milk enjoyer

slime videos are his guilty pleasure

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

LO$ER=?, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Life is just a path and you walk it. Until Jeon Jungkook. He made you run, sprinting through winding side roads and alleys, fighting, bleeding, losing. Your paths split, but life is made of orbits. Now that they have overlapped once more, his hand is fiercely holding yours and he won't let go again. Nothing matters if he's with you. Thus, you run once more, laughing like you've gone mad.

continuation of 0X1=?, m | jjk – click here to read

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of sexual assault (not heavily described, however, please note reader is the victim of said assault); actually predominantly fluff; mentions of previous angst; mentions of physical fighting; smut (fem reader, fingering, cowgirl, scratching / marking, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS - tattooed, previously rich!Jungkook x rebellious!reader (mostly reader's POV, a tiny bit of JK's POV), ft cameo of Kim Taehyung as JK’s best friend and crossover with 'bao, t/m | myg' au

yes, I waited until the TXT's 'LO$ER=LO♡ER' was released to write this XD there's a ton of TXT references as well, enjoy!

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now playing – LO$ER=LO♡ER by txt

"Jeon Jungkook! Yah! Jeon Jungkook! Come out of that whore's home!"

You were about to remove the groceries from your front seat, but then you stopped at the shouting, peering up at the second story of the apartment complex to see… ah, yes, a young woman yelling at your front doorstep. One look at the imported, Western, black car with heavily tinted windows and you were well aware that the woman in a matching designer two-piece – a ruffled pink suit jacket and flared skirt – complete with immaculately pulled back hair in a half-ponytail must be...

She turned around, fuming, pretty features twisted in rage, and screamed in frustration.

You quickly jerked your head back out of her line of sight and clicked your tongue.

Your boyfriend's ex-fiancé had some lungs on her.

You waited until she finished shrieking like a banshee and peered out to see her spin on her heel and return to pounding on your apartment door with her small, manicured fists. You spotted her beige, black cap-toed slender heels.

Chanel.

Huh.

You stayed in your car.

Reached over to your bag and pulled out the single ice cream you bought to share with Jungkook but, at this rate, you would have to buy another. You pulled off the cap and folded it in half, curving it like a spoon, and began to eat the mango sorbet. Hm, well, it was better this way. Jungkook would probably prefer chocolate or straight up diabetes over mango sorbet.

He would eat pretty much anything though.

You scooped up some of the frigid, melting sweet into your mouth and watched his ex-fiancé shout at no one.

True, you could go up there and throw her down the stairs. But there was something hilarious about this, her beating and howling at your apartment door, completely ignoring the fact that no one was answering it and that she was very clearly causing a public disturbance, all because of her own personal problem.

You glanced up to watch her slide down the door, openly crying now. You pressed the button of your car window to roll it down a crack to listen to her sobbing above you.

"–can't believe you would do this to me... you know I need this marriage... my family's company depends on it..."

You slowed, licking off your makeshift spoon.

"I'll be left with nothing... nothing unless I get married..."

Crocodile tears or not, the woes of the rich did not earn much sympathy with you.

You rolled your window back up, leaving your car on idle for the air conditioning.

It was a mix of previously being constantly berated by Jungkook's wealthy parents that now exiled him over a fucking eyebrow piercing and being a member of the working, lower middle class. For some reason, that latter fact was also offensive to Jungkook’s parents. Everyone was accepting until money got involved. You hummed, eating another scoop. You didn’t like it, but you understood that his parents wouldn’t believe that you have no interest in their money. What you didn't understand was why his ex-fiancé was so hellbent on yelling at your door. From what you could tell, she wasn't ugly. Couldn't she find someone else?

You scraped the last of your small ice cream out and ate it up.

You checked your phone.

Jungkook wouldn't be out of work for at least another three hours. You had found him a job at the local bao shop through your own job as an accountant. You assisted the family in sorting the finances for their small business and personal tax forms. The owner had back surgery and so the daughter had been working there by herself with one other employee that delivered the orders. They wanted to hire another to help with cooking and cleaning, perhaps even open up the front counter again to accept pick-up orders instead of only delivery. However, it was hard to find someone trustworthy and reliable. The best way was through word of mouth.

They won't mind my tattoos?

Whenever I drop by, the delivery guy is wearing a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and has a resting bitch face. You'll be fine. Also, I think the daughter and him are dating.

Jungkook had blinked at you.

You know. In case they disappear for ten minutes, unexplained.

You loved Jungkook's laugh.

He didn't complain or whine for some other job. He only asked when he started and how to get there. You bought him a secondhand bicycle and he was off to work, five to six days a week. Sometimes you would drop him off with your car if was too rainy. Occasionally, when he had to stay late for a large order, the delivery guy would drive Jungkook and his bike back home.

That's how it was here, in the world of everyone else, minus the rich.

The fuck is all this?

Manager gave me a bunch of leftovers. She said I'm a fast learner. Did you know Taehyung stops by there? He's never said shit! He said it was his little secret, that ass–

You smiled as you remembered Jungkook's animated face and annoyance at his best friend for not sharing what he thought was crucial information. Jungkook would speak excitedly, hauling a bag of buns and spilling them over your clean kitchen counter, scrambling to catch them as he explained the different ones to you and how they were made, telling you all the things he was learning and funny stories about customers.

You almost forgot this Jungkook.

It was strange, feeling something after such a long time of feeling nothing, strange to find your time occupied once again by him, when at many times you vowed not to get involved with Jungkook anymore, only for him to show up and make you throw your promises to yourself to the wind, recklessly chasing the anger, wondering, hating, loathing how much you still loved him after he left, recalling him standing there, stone silent as his parents' verbal lashes ripped you to shreds.

You turned the car off, pulling the keys out and pocketing them, not wanting to the drain the battery.

Maybe.

Maybe you were stupid for loving him so much.

Maybe you were as pathetic as the woman up there in some ways.

Then again.

Maybe that was just how everyone lived.

You heard a soft tap by your car window.

You jerked your head to see Jeon Jungkook, in the flesh, peering at you through the glass, clutching his bike. You could see half of his head, short black hair and large, curious brown eyes, nose pressed up to the bottom of your car window. He was wearing his work clothes, light wash jeans and an aqua blue t-shirt, lightly dusted in flour. He pointed up and you noticed his ex-fiancé had switched back to yelling at the door, no longer facing the street.

You shooed him back and opened the car door, eyes wide.

"Why are you home?" you whispered, crouching down to speak to him.

He grabbed your hand, gasping as he gripped it. You shivered at the coldness of his fingers, but there was a warmth in between your and his frozen palms, melting each other.

"Oh, shit, your hand is so cold!"

"So is yours!"

"I was biking! My hands get cold from the wind. What's your excuse?"

You held up the empty mango sorbet container in your other hand, shifting your eyes guiltily.

"And you didn't share?!" Jungkook hissed, his windswept hair giving him a fierce appearance, dismay clear in his glistening dark brown orbs despite trying to sound angry.

You spied his other hand on his bike. There was a large, wrapped bandage on his left forearm. You ticked your chin towards it, furrowing your brows. "What happened?"

"Ack, I burned myself and manager-nim told me to go home early. I told her I could still work, but there were only a few hours left and it seemed like she wanted to be alone with Yoongi-hyung..."

You raised your eyebrows.

"What are they gonna do, bonk in the kitchen?"

"You wouldn't want to bonk me in the kitchen?"

You grinned at him and Jungkook grinned back, eyebrow piercing flashing in the sun.

"JEON JUNGKOOK!"

"Oh shit–"

You scrambled out of your car, locking it, slamming the door as the young woman wailed his name and pointed at you and him, furiously wiping her tears.

"You bitch! How dare you take him from me! He was mine! I had him wrapped around my finger!" She hiked up her skirt and swiftly power-walked to the stairs, looking back to yell more at you as Jungkook placed his bicycle down. "He would do anything for me!"

You raised your eyebrows, again.

Jungkook yanked on your t-shirt sleeve, ushering you to get on the bike with him.

"Doesn't seem like it!" you called back casually, chucking your trash at her, causing the empty ice cream container to smack her in the shoulder and roll across the sidewalk.

"You–"

You cackled and got on the bike, hooking your arms around Jungkook's shoulders and adjusting your feet as she stomped up to you two, conventionally attractive features contorted in rage.

"He was my dog!"

Your eye twitched.

"You were gonna marry a freak who was into bestiality? No wonder you left," you remarked, patting him on the chest as Jungkook burst out laughing, loud and rich, shaking his head.

"You can't do this to me, Jungkook! You can't leave me with that other guy!"

You felt it.

Pause.

You felt Jungkook stiffen under your hands and you turned yourself, hearing the helpless plea in her voice now, throwing herself to the ground, designer knees in common dirt, anguish on her face, tears streaming down her made-up cheeks, sniffling hard, and, with your breath lodged in your throat, you realized she was restraining her pained sobs, so trained in maintaining appearances that it seemed like she couldn’t even cry properly in front of others.

"You can't... you know how they are... I can't marry him, you saw what kind of man he is... that's the whole reason I tried to find another husband..."

There was no more anger in her voice, only fear and dread, and you didn't understand, and yet you could for some reason, for some reason you could see it as if it was tangible, the realness in her enigmatic words. Jungkook's hands tightened on the handlebars of the bicycle, his knuckles turning white, tense shoulders under your arms, and for a second, a moment, an instant...

You thought he might go back.

"You should run."

The crying woman on the ground lifted her head, hiccupping, cheeks blotchy pink, still somehow beautiful.

"W-What?"

Jungkook turned his head and looked down at her. "You should run away, like I did. Find someone who actually loves you. Getting married to me will only make both of us miserable, even if it saves you from that other guy."

She looked from you to him, and you recognized that look in her eyes, jealousy and envy, but not directed at you. It was directed at the warmth between the coldness of his hands and yours, directed at the orbits of his and yours finally overlapping, meeting in the vastness of space once more, his zero and your zero becoming one, not you, but his ability to throw everything away, his wealth, his comfort, the world he knew, all for a feeling she had yet to feel.

"What... what if I can't?" she asked weakly. "What if I can't find what you have?"

Jungkook lifted his foot off the asphalt and placed it on the pedal. He raised his head, and you found his eyes on yours for a brief moment before casting them back down to his ex-fiancé.

"Then keep running. It's better than being married to him, right?"

He began to turn the handles, about to pedal away.

She screamed after him, words choked with agony.

"Love won't solve our problems, Jungkook!"

You held on tight, chest to his back, fingers clutching in Jungkook's shirt, nose in his hair, his warmth under your cold hands.

"It won't!" he yelled over his shoulder, gaining speed with a grin. "But it sure as hell makes the problems worth shouldering!"

-

“Hey! Get back here!”

You snickered and chucked the plastic bag into the basket connected to the bicycle, jumping on quickly, pedaling away as Jungkook ran after you at top speed, breathless and laughing, his black hair flying back, aqua shirt molding to his muscular chest, long legs sprinting after you and the bike, your grinning face looking back periodically to catch his smile, going not too fast, but still fast enough so he couldn’t quite catch up. Golden hour brought out the tan on his skin and his high cheekbones, both of you tearing out of the gas station at high speed, drawing stares and shaking heads, but neither of you noticed or cared, his booming voice calling your name and you sticking your tongue out at him childishly.

“Watch out!”

You jerked aside and sped past a group of five young men with skateboards, two with shorter black hair, one with long black hair and white highlights, one with ash gray hair, and one platinum blond, all very tall, but you didn’t have time to stop and stare at the impressive height of them, turning into a side alley towards to the creek nearby, avoiding pedestrians, Jungkook following close behind until you got to your destination, grabbing the plastic bag in the basket and throwing the bike down, cackling as Jungkook snatched you from the air, his heart racing against your back as you kicked the air, him still somehow effortlessly carrying you despite sprinting so hard, panting into your hair.

“Get off!”

But instead of letting you go, Jungkook held on tighter, fierce kisses into your neck, wiping his sweat all over you and making you cringe amidst your laughter. It was already late, the sun dipping into the horizon, slowly taking its warmth with it. Water trickled meekly down the creek, barely coating the rock bottom due to the hot summer.

“Stop, stop, the ice cream is melting,” you finally gasped out, shoving Jungkook aside, wiping your neck with the back of your hand, pretending to be disgusted, but Jungkook just grinned and seized your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours.

“I love you,” he breathed.

“Ack, I love you too, fuck, get off–”

-

You two sat on the swings of the empty playground, watching the sun disappear, eating ice cream with the lids of the containers. As predicted, Jungkook got the chocolate that seemed to have everything in it but the kitchen sink. You, on the other hand, got red bean this time.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

“Hm?”

He looked up from his ice cream, shoving a large lidful into his mouth.

It was strange how beautiful he looked, even with his black hair sticking up every which way, his cheeks filled with the frozen sweet, the faint rays of sunlight catching the silver of his jewelry – eyebrow piercing, earrings, silver chain around his neck with the compass star pendant – all paired with his oversized aqua blue t-shirt and baggy jeans, still with bits of flour on his thighs from work.

“What did that man do to her?”

A darkness clouded his features even though he tried to hide it from you with a neutral expression.

“Ah… He just… Just wasn’t really the kind of guy who thought of women as people,” Jungkook finally got out, looking away from you. “You know, the kind of guy you really hate.”

“That’s you,” you joked.

“I know I can’t do anything,” Jungkook continued, ignoring your quip and you suddenly regretted it, seeing the way he lowered his hands, exhaling slowly. “I am not responsible for anyone else’s behavior but my own.”

Come crawling back to me on your knees when she reaffirms to you that I'll be the best fuck you'll ever have.

She'll never make you feel as good as I can make you feel.

Enjoy your piranha.

“I’m sorry.”

Jungkook looked up at your sudden declaration.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, coughing awkwardly. “I’m sorry for saying the things I said about her.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “Don’t be. Just because she was in a shit situation doesn’t excuse her for being a shit person.” He shoved the lid into the empty ice cream container and rubbed the back of his neck, pushing his hair back with a sigh. “Just like how it doesn’t excuse me from being a shit person for what I did to you.”

His eyes shifted away.

“You don’t have to–”

“Yeah, I do,” he muttered, cutting you off. “I’m a fucking loser.”

The streetlights began to turn on, but no one was in a place like this, two adults in a place for kids, stuck wondering what adulthood was supposed to feel like because it still felt like an endless cycle of forever learning and forever running, wandering to find out what the finish line meant.

“I wasted time you can’t get back and I will spend the rest of my life chasing the time I wasted.”

Jungkook sucked in a shuddering breath, hand falling from his hair, rueful smile on his face.

“I can only hope you can put up with me for so long.”

You blinked slowly.

He turned his head, brown eyes finding yours, those irises catching the streetlights like how his jewelry had caught the sun, proving that Jeon Jungkook was, indeed, already adorned with nature’s very own jewelry.

You scooped out the last of your red bean ice cream and ate it, looking away from him.

“Sounds like forever,” you remarked, feeling the chilled sweet cool your heated cheeks, swallowing slowly, savoring the way the cold warmed you in its own way.

“Hm?”

“Sounds like I’m stuck with you forever then,” you said, turning back to him with a smirk. “Kinda sucks.”

He smirked back, cocking an eyebrow. “Yeah. Major suck. Speaking of my dick–”

“Oh, shut up.”

But you said it with a smile and he knew you didn’t mean it.

-

“Why the fuck do you have that?”

“It’s from work. Gimmie your arm.”

“Why?”

You extended your arm, frowning, stopping under the streetlight, one hand on the bike as Jungkook held the black permanent marker with his right hand. He used two fingers to uncap it and tucked the lid neatly into his palm, spinning the marker with the adjacent two fingers to readjust it so that he could write on your arm.

“Do you wanna get a tattoo with me?”

“Of what?”

You looked down to him scribbling on your skin, his own black tattoos standing out, covering his entire right arm and up to his shoulder. You wondered if he would end up tattooing his back and maybe his other arm – but, then again, he kind of needed money to have pay for such large pieces.

“Couples tattoo.”

You looked down when he drew back, grinning, reading the word upside down.

LO♡ER

You raised an eyebrow.

“You want to get ‘lover’ tattooed?” you asked, skeptical, turning your arm this way and that, unsure if you liked the placement on your forearm, near your wrist. “You don’t have any space on your right arm anyway.”

“That’s why I would get it on my left.”

And he curved his wrist to write on the bandage on his left forearm, messily writing on top of it.

LO$ER

Now you raised both eyebrows.

“You want to get… ‘loser’ tattooed onto your body?” you snorted disbelievingly.

Jungkook grinned, recapping the black marker with one hand, tapping the dollar sign on the bandage with the marker lid. “Doesn’t it describe me? ‘Cause I had money, and now I don’t.” He pointed to the heart on your skin. “You love me. I love you. A lover with a dollar sign is a loser, right?”

Laughter and skateboards sped past, five blurs of black along the street, spinning around the parked cars, people yelling after them to stop being so reckless, but you were too busy staring at Jungkook to notice the ruckus, too busy staring at that smile and those brown orbs lit up by streetlights.

“Are you stupid?”

Jungkook’s grin widened, mole underneath clearly visible. “Yeah, kind of. Stupidly in love with you.”

You both instantly pretended to gag, trying to mask your smiles, you shoving him and him shoving back, playful and laughing like mad, falling into him, dropping the bike with a loud clang, swept up in his arms and his kiss, your hands hooking behind his neck, love you, love you, love you, not sure about this whole tattoo idea, but, hell, maybe, just maybe if he annoyed you enough about it.

-

Shit, the groceries...

Are they still good?

The green onions look kind of wilted, but so do you and you're still good... I think.

Shut up.

You didn't need him, but being without him was like being frozen in time.

Not that you had any big dreams or aspirations anyone could be envious about. It always been like that, casually cruising through life, existing for the sake of existing, no real reason needed. It just was, and there was no reason to stop, so you kept going. The path was there, so you kept walking.

But, then.

Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook made you run.

It's not washing off.

Tragic.

Easy for you to say, you wrote yours on your bandage, 'loser'.

So terrible that you have 'lover' written in you by your lover - hey, pfft, stop! Put the showerhead down!

It was truly by chance to meet him, a moment of terror and then he was there, yelling, get off her, don't fucking touch her, and you didn't understand, didn't understand why some random guy would suddenly intervene between an interaction of two strangers, how could he sense your discomfort and fear, and now he was throwing fists, brawling with not one but three guys, friends of the one who slipped his phone and his hands under your skirt, the stranger smashing the phone with venomous rage, fighting in a dress shirt, slacks, leather loafers, and expensive-looking rings, giving you a chance to escape.

A winner at life.

Not like you, you who let something happen because you froze up in that second, disbelieving that such a thing could happen to you, a nobody, a loser.

He kicked one of them in the knee, growling, a howl followed by the sharp crack during the fight.

You could turn and escape.

Or?

You heard sirens.

You grabbed your protector's flying fist and clenched into it tightly, panicking.

Run!

This was before the tattoos.

This was before the pain.

This was before the piercing.

Jeon Jungkook had whipped his head around at the foreign touch, in this mess because he had witnessed something disgusting and because he simply wanted to fight, just wanted to beat someone up, wanted to cause real pain to someone because he couldn't control his own life, wanted to fight something.

Needed to fight.

A hand around his hand.

Run!

Never once had Jungkook thought about escape.

Not until he saw that face, fear and panic and rage and determination, stunningly beautiful, hand around his hand, not letting go, pulling, sirens screaming in the distance, his legs already moving, following, running, running, running, into the sea of the unknown.

Sinking into it.

Lungs screaming, clumsily flying through alleys, on wings of adrenaline, running after the girl in the white hoodie and red plaid skirt holding his hand, falling, falling, falling, skidding across the concrete, her arms around his, her head buried into his chest, his hands around her head to protect it, hitting a dumpster with a pained wheeze.

The sirens sped past.

He was holding her and she was holding him.

It was chance.

Just chance.

His hands were scraped up, bleeding from the trip and tumble, her white hoodie dirtied and ripped from the fall, scrapes on her legs and knees.

I'm sorry...

It was ridiculous chance.

Just ridiculous.

You clung to this stranger and laughed, laughed like a maniac, laughed like you had gone mad, crying into his dirty navy dress shirt, thank you, thank you, thank you, not knowing you were holding the one who would make you run, not knowing who or how affluent he was, now knowing of how it felt to hold his hand and kiss his lips and hear his laugh, not knowing how you would introduce him to a friend who was a tattoo artist and start his interest in them, not knowing you would sit by him for long hours and watch the art grow on his skin...

Holding him, crying, thank you, thank you, thank you for saving me, leaning against a dumpster as the stranger hugged you tightly, I got you, it's okay, don't cry, don't cry, don’t cry please, rubbing your back.

Not knowing.

Not knowing he would make you zero, not knowing you would be standing there, time and time again, verbally beaten by his own parents as he looked away, unable to fight.

And you would escape.

You would run.

He would come back.

An endless cycle until you broke it.

Then he started the endless cycle again, broken as it was, his whispers to your cheeks, I love you, cheeks that were dried of tears because you were cried out and left with a mechanical heart, I love you, heart to heartless because of wasted time, I love you, time wasted but you still loved him, no matter what you did.

Did that make you pathetic?

Did that make you stupid?

Did that make you the loser?

I love you.

Why did it matter?

Even winners die.

I love you too, Jungkook.

"Get your hands off my tits."

"Why?"

You glared at him. Jungkook grinned and spun you around, hair still a little damp, kisses on your face that made you cringe as your naked bodies tumbled on the bed, him doing it on purpose, your grumble against his kisses, should have known, his smirk against your scowl, thought you knew me well by now, capturing his lips to shut him up, sinking into his arms and the ocean that was Jeon Jungkook, the one who made you want to run through the maze of life instead of aimlessly walk down the path.

His hands on your face, staring into your eyes.

You looked back, into those eyes that once had everything, but you.

And yet, he chose to lose it all and have nothing, but you.

It didn't really make sense, being in love.

You searched for regret, but there was none to be found.

"Am I forever your waste of time?" Jungkook whispered, breath drifting over your lips.

You smirked.

"Always was and always will be."

I know you said I was a waste of time. But I was your waste of time and that was all I ever wanted to be.

"Let me at least..."

"Ah, f-fuck, Jungkook!"

Your hands faltered a little, rolling the condom down while biting your lip, gasping as his two fingers plunged into you, him moaning at the wetness, thrusting slowly and deeply.

"What, you think I can't feel good with only your dick?"

"No," Jungkook snickered, pulling his slick fingers out of your pussy and bringing them to his face, cocking an eyebrow. "Just want a taste."

You rolled your eyes as he shoved his fingers into his mouth, sucking them off, eyelids fluttering.

"You're so annoying."

He grinned around his fingers, slowly pulling them out and tracing his wet lips.

You narrowed your eyes.

You don't have to take me back. I understand now, you know... I get it. Everyone... everyone will tell you you're crazy and to not to take me back.

I'm not taking you anywhere.

I... I wouldn't blame you. I promise.

Jungkook, please, shut the fuck up.

Your hands on his chest, smacking your hips down, his head thrown back on the pillows, breathless moan at your tightness, matching his sound with your own, stretching yourself out and feeling him swell even more at the pulse of your walls wrapped around him, rolling your hips into his, wet, intense smacks, his right hand flying up and wrapping around your left wrist, watching you through his lashes with effort, losing himself in your pace, no need to ask because you could see it in his face, his open mouth and glazed over eyes, fingers slipping down, curling your nails into his skin.

“P… Please…”

Raking your nails down his chest, his back arching and eyes closing, groaning in pleasure and pain, fucking him into your mattress so hard that the bedframe squealed, setting your jaw and closing your eyes too, savoring his fullness and thickness, sinking into the ocean of pleasure that was Jeon Jungkook, the one who made you feel like no one else, the one who could make and unmake your mechanical heart, funny how that worked, your nails in his skin creating crescents of lust, your eyes snapping open as you felt his chest rise, his back arching, his hands flat on the bed and thrusting his hips up into you, one eye partly open, black hair pushed back, open-mouthed smirk on his lips.

That dark brown orb partly obscured by his lashes, but revealing all to you.

You ticked your chin at him.

“Look at me.”

His eyes fully opening, pupils dilated, hazed over with lust and stubborn love.

“Nothing is more important to me than loving you,” he panted before sinking his teeth into his lower lip, mole underneath flashing, smacking his hips up into yours hard and fast, and it took no time at all, staring at his face and the way the moonlight cradled his strong jaw and toned muscle, catching the low light and bringing out the fervor in his gaze, filling you just right, pleasure blossoming from your core and yet concentrated tightly at the same time, moan of his name falling from your lips, spilling out from your lips and in between your legs, covering him with the sweet scent and harsh squeezes of orgasm, even wetter now, his eyes rolling back, cock twitching, satisfied hiss of your name spilling out with spurts of cum filling the condom, his length shivering inside you, your thighs closing in and holding him in the air so you could feel it all.

His pleasure and him.

I won’t make it to heaven. I don’t belong there.

It’s not like I belong there either, Jungkook.

Are you sure? Only an angel would take me back.

I didn’t take you back. Only your body walked away. Your heart never left me, did it?

“You sure you don’t want to get a couples tattoo with me?”

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around how your dumb ass wants to get ‘loser’ tattooed and how you think that’s romantic.”

He pressed his right forearm against your left and grinned, watching you suck in a breath as he pushed into you again, other condom already in the trash, new one on, your right leg against his chest, sandwiched between your bodies.

“But yeah, if you want, I’ll get a ‘lover’ tattoo.”

He paused, blinking rapidly. “Really?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? Why not?”

“You never wanted a tattoo before.”

Now you raised both eyebrows. “Did you ever ask me before?”

Jungkook looked down at you, hair a mess, smile blossoming on his face, somewhere between giddiness and mania, diving down and showering you with kisses, you smacking his arms and telling him, you’re bending me in half, the fuck are you doing, and he laughed, lifting both your legs now, I’ll show you bent in half, placing them between his arms, leaning down, sinking in as deep as possible, your moan and his moan mixing together.

You’re still here.

Of course, I am, this is my fucking apartment. Ugh, your black eye looks even uglier than before.

You don’t… you don’t want me to leave?

Did I say that? Uh… why are you crying?

F… Forget I said a-anything…

Hey, stop. Don’t cry. Don’t cry, Jungkook, please…

“Fuck, you feel so good, fuck…!”

Your hands in his hair, teasing grin on your face, and he was looking down at you, I love your smug smile, fuck, your fingers combing through his hair, pushing it back and away from his face, letting him see your smug smile without any obstructions, you always fuck me so well, Jungkook, the smile breaking out over his handsome features, breathing erratic and labored, hard and rough and deep, you rising your hips to meet him for every loud smack, exhales and moans blending together, tight, wet, full, your grip on his hair tightening, closer, closer, racing to the edge of the cliff and the edge of the world, Jungkook in your hands, taking him with you, or was he the one who was leading you?

“Jungkook…”

Breathless as if you were running, winded from the pleasure, tightening around him, his head lowering, your name washing over your cheeks in a hot gasp, putting more weight on you, nearly folded in half but it felt better this way, gratifying in how hard he could fuck you in this position, staring into those dark brown orbs, his body on yours, knowing he was yours, always was, always will be, and you were his, always was, always will be.

Head pressing into the pillows, moaning his name again, loud and unashamed, the overwhelming feeling taking over, muscles tense and nerves on fire, pouring it all into the pleasure, pulsing around his jerking length, his moan of your name on your skin, shooting shivering strings of cum into the condom, massaged and milked by the strength of your orgasm, locking him in your embrace and his arms closing in, lips on lips, a fierce kiss dominated by shuddering aftershocks, trembling in each other’s hold and taking the other’s breath away, blazing hot all over even though this frozen world cared about no one.

The kiss lasted a long, long time.

It fell apart slowly, leaving you both lightheaded from the intensity.

“You’re a waste of time, Jungkook,” you whispered, heated. “But you’re my time.”

The side of his lips quirked upward, sweaty, panting, chuckling.

“That’s all I ever wanted to be.”

--

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[sunnyoldbear]

Luca Headcanons Part 2

DoesLast one blew up and I was gonna wait to make another before making this one but then my Italian fish obsessed brain couldn’t stop thinking and I literally couldn’t stop myself so let’s go, part 2!

Luca:

Has nightmares of what would happen if things went differently: If he was sent to The Deep, if he and Alberto were outed as sea-monsters before the race, if Ercole, Cicco, and Guido didn’t miss Alberto when throwing the harpoons at the beach, if Alberto didn’t come with the umbrella during the race and he was outed in front of the town and hit with Ercole’s harpoon, etc. He always wakes up terrified. 

Apologizes to inanimate objects if he bumps into them or drops them.

Names everything he comes in contact with. Random animals such as birds, insects (even though he’s terrified), erasers he uses often, etc. They’re always random, silly names, but he loves them. 

Is a slow reader because of how he fantasizes himself in the books and daydreams, then is snapped back to reality.

Keeps a dream journal!

Loves making stories about the stars and constellations. He loves the original stories, but he loves to make up his own.

Honestly I just get the vibe that he’s scared of birds after the encounter with the seagull.

His favorite color is purple followed by green!

Giulia’s mom buys him his own bike and he loses his mind, loving it so much

He’s a bit awkward with making friends at school, sticking to Giulia’s side most of the time

He doesn’t really care for music

He can fall asleep anywhere, honestly. He once fell asleep leaning against the doorway and then crashed onto the floor

Alberto loves to doodle on his arms and hands and Luca doesn’t really care to wash them off so they just kinda chill there. 

He’s very easy to prank and scare

Oh you should see him around the holidays! He’s so excited! His eyes sparkle and shine, he absolutely loves the decorations!

He’s not competitive, actually. He just wanted the prize money to get the Vespa, but he doesn’t really care about winning. He just... Isn’t competitive

He is very protective over his friends. Do what you want to him, but lay a hand on someone he loves and he will tear you a new one. We see him in the movie just frown when Ercole makes fun of him, but when Ercole shoved Alberto, all bets were off.

Charts the stars

He doesn’t have one love language, he has all of them, but probably Physical Touch and Quality Time more than anything, or Acts of Service.

Drinks expresso more often than he probably should, but just to get through his schoolwork

Misses his goatfish more than he wants to admit, especially little Giuseppe

Allergies beat him up during the spring

Slowly gets used to cats with Machiavelli’s kittens, but he’s still scared of the chunky boy

A teacher at school made the mistake of introducing him to Shakespeare. He spent hours sobbing over a good chunk of the plays.

Because he liked Shakespeare, Giulia’s mom got him some poetry books. He was not a fan of Edgar Allan Poe or Agatha Christie or Mary Shelley, all the horror/murder type stuff. He loved Emily Dickinson though!

Is as terrified of losing Alberto as Alberto is terrified of losing him

While he isn’t as touchy with Giulia as he is with Alberto, he does get more touchy with her

Reads tons of books about cats, dogs, and turtles to give Machiavelli, Nerone, and Caligola the care they need

Hears about human farms and loses his mind, rapidly asking questions about how they work and if they’re similar to his own

Giulia tries to convince him that fairytales are real. He has nightmares about them for a few nights until Massimo has to tell him that fairytales are made up and her mom changes them slightly to be more... Non-scary. She starts telling them to him to bed just because she misses doing so, and then he can’t fall asleep without someone telling him a story.

Doesn’t do the handshake with anyone that isn’t Alberto or Giulia.

Giulia’s mom calls him “fishy” or “guppy” and he wants to hate it but he can’t

Hates it when people call him cute or baby him, but his family + Alberto + Marcovaldos still do it

Once heard some French Tourists and stared at Giulia and went “why is their Italian so weird sounding” and she lost her shit laughing

Doesn’t swear, refuses to swear

Tries to use Vespa stamps if they’re available

Once he learns what “Piacere, gioralamo trombetta” means, he sends a letter to Alberto which is just him freaking out and laughing while making fun of it. They don’t stop saying it. In fact, they probably say it more.

He has a map in his room with pushpins of where he’s been. Beside it are a bunch of sticky notes of where he wants to go with Alberto with reasons on why he wants to go.

Has a little bit more courage, but not too much

He’s often teased for calling others “sir” or “ma’am” and so he feels really shy about it but doesn’t stop

Refuses to call Massimo and Giulia’s mom by their names, it just feels too awkward for him

Makes friendship bracelets for the trio as well as separate ones for him and Alberto, then him and Giulia.

While he loves gelato, he doesn’t like it as much as Alberto

I feel like he’d dot the i’s in Giulia’s name with hearts but no one else’s

People at school think he has a crush on her but he doesn’t

He and Alberto still say they sleep under the anchovies. No matter how often he researches stars, he’ll always call them anchovies around him.

Sticks out his tongue when focused

Doesn’t like aquariums, he stares at those fish and he just feels trapped

Loves to dance in the rain

Does that little feet tappy dance thing when he’s excited or shakes his hands

Honestly half of his vocabulary is stern shouts of “Alberto!” “Giulia!” or “silenzio Bruno, silenzio Bruno! Silenzio Bruno!”

Speaking of, he can’t just say “Silenzio Bruno” once, it’s always him saying it more than once, especially when he’s really scared

He doesn’t have loud, aggressive sneezes, but he does have sneeze fits. Once he sneezed so many times that with every one his face got closer to his desk until it just went BAM and he has a massive bruise on his forehead for days. 

Sometimes just goes into the water and swims to relax. If he’s feeling homesick, he’ll do some daring trick and then instinctively turn to smile at Alberto only to realize he isn’t there

His dad still keeps crabs but lets Luca name them. Luca chooses to name them all after space things. Mainly moons, but sometimes planets or galaxies

Secretly feels really guilty about Alberto selling their Vespa

After almost being sent to The Deep, he is terrified of the dark and can’t sleep without a light on, no matter how dim it is

Alberto:

Matching pajamas with both Massimo and Giulia! (Refuses to match with her, Massimo yelled at them)

Tries to see what triggers his transformation. Does watermelon? Does juice? Is it any liquid? He’ll find out!

Calls Giulia “Spewlia” just to piss her off

Those two are always arguing. Yes, he often starts it

Lots of tattoos and ear piercings!

Will into Giulia’s room, stare her dead in the eyes, call her a bitch, and run out while leaving the door open. She’ll scream at him and probably throw something. 

Tends to shorten people’s names. He calls Luca “Lu,” “Lulu,” and even “Luke.” Luca does not like any of these names.

Still builds his Vespas! They’re not as fun without Luca, though

Takes Giulia with him sometimes too and purposely crashes into the sea or something just to see what she does. 

Gains quite a bit of muscle 

Is the one who takes down all the sea monster things with Massimo. He and Lorenzo carry Smuca to the fountain

Idk I feel like he has loud sneezes

I also feel like he makes that weird cough face like that one cat idk I just know I’m right

He doesn’t just sing... He scream sings

Doesn’t know how to dance but if there is music he will dance

Loves dancing in the rain too!

Sometimes he’ll just walk into Giulia’s room and gossip with her. They’ll make a blanket fort and grab some snacks and cats and just... Spend the night talking and catching up

She teaches him how to braid hair and now he just loves doing her hair

Bites his lip quite a bit. That’s canon but like, still worth mentioning

Learns how to ride a bike so he doesn’t get killed or something

Keeps a journal on things Luca and Giulia are interested in so he can learn about them. He writes down bullet points on what he remembers from conversations, but it’s honestly not much

He doesn’t have big dreams other than traveling the world with Luca. He knows Giulia wants to be a marine biologist and Luca wants to travel the world + is still figuring things out. He has short term goals other than that and changes the topic about it.

A popular headcanon is that Alberto takes care of the goatfish when Luca’s at school and I think that would happen!

He’s shockingly good with kids! When not working, he loves playing soccer with them by the fountain

He almost named Machiavelli’s mate “Frog” because he can’t name things

Half the time when Giulia and/or Luca talk about school, he goes “I don’t what that means, but I’m choosing to define it as ____” and won’t let them prove him wrong

Technically canon but he will bite. Chomp chomp.

When he meets Giulia’s mom, they love to paint together

He does make some friends in Portorosso, but none are as close to him as his sister and best friend!

This man is the most dramatic person good lord

Love language is definitely physical touch!

Still screams “Take me, gravity!” pretty often

Can’t do work alone without music. He doesn’t really like opera but he can’t stand silence, he just can’t

Sometimes he thinks of Luca’s betrayal and is really angry, but knows he’d probably do the same if the roles were reversed. It was about self preservation and the risk of living. He still gets upset about it sometimes, but completely forgives him and understands

Is always torn between giving Giulia genuine facts about sea creatures and giving her such absurd but lowkey believable lies. He wants her to succeed so badly but also wants to screw her over

If you give him anything, he will play with it. String? A toy. A pen? A toy. A literal rock you found on the side of the road? A gorgeous toy, thank you!

Never just goes into the water, he will always be dramatic and dive in or jump

Sometimes when not on duty, he just blows his lifeguard whistle because he thinks it’s cool

He loves yoyos!

Will noogie Giulia.

Sometimes gets scared that Massimo will abandon him, but it seems like Massimo always knows

Città Vuota is his favorite song!

Doodles all over everything, especially Giulia and Luca’s arms and legs. They range from little stars to tic tac toe games to fish to anything that comes to mind

Giulia:

Is very much into photography! Luca always does hearts with his hands/fingers while Alberto does stupid poses or flips her off... or both.

Hums and sings a lot! 

Also loves to dance and is the best of the trio! Loves to twirl and vibe even if there’s no music! It’s just her personality

She doesn’t just hug, she jumps into their arms and holds them close

Sometimes just to annoy Alberto she’ll hug him and press kisses to his head and cheeks. Siblings gonna be annoying.

Always has so much energy but really struggles with sitting still for homework after such long hours in school that her grades aren’t all that good except for Astronomy!

The most competitive of the trio

Bites her lip when she’s nervous

Started wearing her hat to match her dad when she was little and now she doesn’t like being without it

Has probably fallen asleep in class

Loves watermelon and gelato

While Ciccio and Guido apologize for their actions, she doesn’t forgive them and doesn’t want to. She has every right to

Gets really into singing when she’s singing along to songs

Doesn’t like makeup for herself but will hold the boys captive to do their makeup

Loves puns! Will make sea puns to piss off Alberto and Luca, but Luca loves them so it half-works

Loves copying Alberto’s lipbite

Machiavelli her beloved <3 

Loves her fam so much! She’s got pictures of them everywhere and is constantly buying them gifts

Speaking of! Her love language is giving gifts! 

She’s actually pretty good at making friends since she can read people so well. It’s just that Portorosso doesn’t have any.... Great kids to befriend and Genova just has too many that she sticks to a small group which eventually fades, as groups do

She isn’t the most emotional but she also isn’t the least emotional. She doesn’t cry often but she does get sad and shows it

I don’t know why I feel this way but I definitely think she’s scared of the doctor

She used to be scared of thunderstorms until meeting her boys and the race happened. Now she associates rain and storms with that win

Summer is her favorite season

She knows everyone in Portorosso by name and knows most of their birthdays by heart

Speaking of, she always celebrates Alberto’s birthday like her like her life depends on it

Now loves racing on her bike even more cause of the race

Calls Alberto “Berto” and is the only one allowed to do say

A very light sleeper

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More on the way probably they’re all I think about

[thesadboisguidetolife]

0-44 👁️👁️

I put it all under here to spare everyone some looooooonnnnggggg post haha

0: Height - 5'6

1: Age -31

2: Shoe Size - 9-10 Depending on brand

3: Do You Smoke? - Cigarettes, not in a decade. Weed, gives me anxiety attacks

4: Do You Drink? - Mostly to try something new.

5: Do You Take Drugs? - No but I'm open to a couple of them

6: Age You Get Mistaken For - you guys tell me haha

7/8: Have/Want tattoos? - I have tons! too many to list!! And if i could, i would be covered lol

9/10: Got/ Want any Piercings? - is it weird that im scared of them? lol Im down but im in no rush

11: Best Friend? - Since High School. He's my ride or die.

12: Relationship Status - Single. Not looking for anything serious because I have other responsibilities

13/14: Biggest Turn On/Offs - Confidence and Kindness / Assholes

15: Favorite Movie - I always joke that this answer is always different so today I'll say Nick and Norahs Infinite Playlist lol

16: I'll Love You If - You're a kind Person 🥰

17: Someone You Miss - A really good friend who I developed feelings for and fucked the relationship up.

18: Most Traumatic Experience - Childbirth......its a loooong story lol

19: A Face About Your Personality - Its not easy to get my angry. Like, I get frustrated but never angry.

20: What I Hate Most About Myself - Mentaw ewness luv

21: What I Love Most About Myself - My Kindness 😊

22: What I Want To Be When I Get Older - Wealthy enough to use said wealth to build things that help people take down capitalists

23: My Relationship With My Siblings - My brother and I don't talk often but we're cool

24: My Relationship With My Parents - My parents were the type of people who shouldn't have had kids. We're more like close acquaintances as opposed to family but its cool.

25: My Idea Of A Perfect Date - Short date, coffee. Long date, Museum, Dinner, Movies at my place, Cuddle 😏......breakfast in the morning lol

26: My Biggest Pet Peeve - Being an asshole. lol

27: A Description Of The Person I Like - Kind, caring, thoughtful, selfless, independent.

28: A Description Of The Person I Dislike - The freaking EGO!!! Jesus!!! and super childish for a grown ass adult.

29: A Reason I've Lied To A Friend - I had absolutely 0 desire to go out so I said I was occupied lol

30: What I Hate The Most About Work - Assholes (Im starting to feel like a broken record lol)

31: What My Last Text Message Says - "Im off Wednesday Thursday of next week, you wanna kick it Thursday?!? I haven't asked cus I know you're off on the weekends and Im only off during the week"

32: What Words Upset Me The Most - mean words aimed at others

33: What Words Make Me Feel The Best About Myself - "You're really nice."

34/35: What I Find Attractive in Women/Men - Confidence and Kindness.

36: Where I Would Like To Live - Southern California, big artsy warehouse, or out in Oregon in the woods in a big cabin. Big, mostly because I want to be able to have a place for people to stay should they need it.

37: One Of My Insecurities - I don't like my skin

38: My Childhood Career Choice - Chef lol

39: My Favorite Ice Cream Flavor - Cookies and Cream or Mint Chocolate Chip, both classic flavors

40: Who I Wish I Could Be - I honestly just wish I were more ambitious and driven, you know?!?

41: Where I Want To Be Right Now - somewhere with a cute boy or friend, getting cuddles. Watching some dumb movie.

42: The Last Thing I Ate - Ube Pandesal and Pineapple Juice

43: Sexiest Person That Comes To Mind Immediately - currently crushing on Javier Guillen.....like....bad haha

44: Random Fact About Anything - fresh Pineapple, Kiwi, Mangos, Figs, Papayas, Ginger, and Guava won't let Gelatin set. Something about an Enzyme and yadda yadda

[clearsky]

My Top Comfort Characters/Kins and My Main HCs For Them

(Note, not all my kins/comfort characters are on here, just the ones I have more than 5 hcs for)

CW: Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3), Himiko Yumeno (DRV3), Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA), Kyoko Kirigiri (THH), Tsuyu Asui (BNHA), Entrapta (Spop), Ibuki Mioda (SDR2), Celestia Ludenberg (THH), Funtime Foxy (FNAF), Peril (WOF)

Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3)

Nonbinary

He/They pronouns

Autistic

Chains and loose accessories are for stimming

Likes the feeling of silk and cotton

Can't stand the feeling of anything rough or bumpy

He likes collecting small trinkets and the bones of small mammals

Can't stand anything salty. He'll eat it but he certainly won't enjoy it

Dating Rantaro

Can flirt, but only if he doesn't try

Petnames are a hell yea

Gets sunburnt really easily

Group dates with Celesnaegiri and Ikuzono

Can't cook for s h i t

Had a scene kid phase in middle school

Went to the same middle school as Celeste and Maki

Knew them when Celeste went through her "I'm not like other girls" phase and Maki was a Band Kid™

Himiko Yumeno (DRV3)

Female

She/Her pronouns

Lesbian

Can force herself to fall asleep within seconds regardless of where she is

100% forces herself to fall asleep when she doesn't wanna listen/talk to someone

Himiko/Angie/Tenko relationship. I'm calling them the Traffic Light Trio

She likes taking naps in the forest

She prefers enclosed/tight spaces more than open ones

Has several hundred stress balls and squishies laying around

She overheats easy

Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA)

Questioning his gender, but goes by any pronouns

Knows he's Asexual, at least

Has no clue what his romantic orientation is though

The kind of person to carry treats in his pocket just in case he runs into a cat

Will stop to pet literally every cat he comes across

Great at reading people

Doesn't talk unless it's 100% needed

Hangs with Tokoyami, Jirou, and Denki most often

Aizawa has 100% unofficially adopted him

Fosters kittens

Not a big fan of physical touch

He is 100% in the bakusquad. Anyone who says he's in the Dekusquad is a c o w a r d

He and Tsuyu vibe

Knows a bunch of random facts

Dark humour? Dark humour

*skates backwards into his therapist's room slowly sipping from an absurdly huge cup of coffee* Candice you're not gonna BELIEVE the shit I just went through

In case I forgot to mention it, he skates

Kyoko Kirigiri (THH)

Mtf

She/Her

Bi with female preference

Burns go up to her shoulders/collarbone/chest

Prefers to just listen as opposed to saying anything

Knows a ton of random trivia about everyone else in her class

She keeps a notebook she fills with all the trivia

Doesn't celebrate her birthday. She just doesn't see the point of it

Doesn't hate sugar/sweets, but if given the choice she would choose literally everything else

Cuts her own hair

A cat person

Permanent dark circles

T-Tall 😳

Like,,, 6'1 at LEAST

Only person taller than her is Yasuhiro (6'3)

Canon no longer exist

Ahahaha healthy life habits? What are those?

Can't handle horror games

She's the kind of person you'd go to if you needed to rant but didn't want any advice

Polyamourous yo

Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto

She's a dom yall are just scared to admit it

Tsuyu Asui (BNHA)

They go by They/Them

Lesbian

They and Ochaco are dating

They like to hang with Shinsou

Which mainly just means the two sitting in one of their dorms in near total silence doing whatever

Can speak English and French as well as Japanese

Learned English from cartoons

Picked up French bc they thought it'd be fun

Prefers to stay neutral in the whole Bakusquad / Dekusquad thing

They're invited to all outings/events by/for both squads

They like puns

They're a dumbass but willingly, and for fun

Like "someone says they like dark humour and they'll turn off the lights before telling a joke" kind dumbass for fun

Great at poker

Likes Disney Movies

Very touchy once you get close enough

Not in a sexual way, just likes physical contact

Especially fond of piggyback rides and cuddles

Extreme fear of needles

Entrapta (She-Ra)

She/Her or It/Its

Doesn't bother trying to figure out whether she's cis, trans, nonbinary, or what

Was AMAB though

Short as fuck (4'7)

Strong as fuck though

Cuddle game strong

Physical touch is a fuck yes

Cuddles

Piggyback rides

Hugs

Anything where she's touching someone is wonderful in her book

As long as she's the one that initiates it

Anyone else touching her without her permission makes her freak

Prefers being high up

Makes it harder for anyone to sneak up on her

An ace at video games

When it comes to sexuality she just says she's Questioning

Ibuki Mioda (SDR2)

Any pronouns + Pup/Pupself + It/Its

No idea what their gender is otherwise

Biromantic Asexual

Just likes sexual jokes

Gets distracted easily

Has severe hearing problems

She's plays her instruments as loud as possible, with the amp right next to her, without ANY ear protection

It's caused some damage

She talks so loud bc she has no idea how loud is considered acceptable

Wears hearings aids most of the time

Several piercings and tattoos

Likes hearing things jingle

She has a bracelet with a few bells hanging from it

She'll shake it whenever she's bored

LOVES hair accessories

Ribbons are a particular favourite

Occasionally she'll hang little charms from her hair "horns"

The kind of person who never takes any pills/medicine bc she keeps forgetting she has to

Frequently uses emojis

Skates everywhere but she isn't very good at it

She keeps crashing into everything

Has broken every bone in her body at least 3 times

Most of which was bc she keeps trying to kick in doors and skating down the stairs

Celestia Ludenberg (THH)

Nonbinary

Any pronouns, mainly goes by She/They

Bi, 70:30

Collects mini hand sanitizers and can tabs

Has single handedly gotten Mario Kart, Mario Party, Monopoly, Uno, and Clue banned a grand total of 17 times (and counting)

The kind of person to purposefully target someone regardless of what game was being played

Favourite victim is Byakuya (bc he gets so upset about it and she finds that hilarious)

Mains Waluigi

Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto

Has several banned Twitter accounts bc whenever she's bored she'll start discourse on purpose

Hangs with Korekiyo, Ibuki, Byakuya, Yasuhiro, and Leon most often

It's a weird friend group but everyone's sorta gotten used to it

She and Byakuya gamble together occasionally

She tries to avoid it bc he'll willingly blow his entire fortune in an attempt to beat her

Autustic

Can't stand the feeling of water

Mainly bc she can't swim for shit

Horror movies? Hates them

Gets flustered super easily

Taka is her twin brother

Kotoko, Kokichi, and Gundham are their half siblings (Same father)

Peko and Toko are their cousins

She sucks ass at go fish

Fuck canon she's 4'11 now

C h u b b y

Freckles

Once she gets comfortable enough with herself she dyes her hair in the peekaboo style

Either black and red or black and blonde

Haven't decided yet

I'll be doing Celesnaegiri hcs as a seperate post but I just feel it's important for you to know that she expresses her affection verbally and is a very touchy person

Went to middle school with Maki and Korekiyo

Has horrible eyesight

She wears contacts most of the time but she always puts off buying more

After the 5th or so time she ended up blindly stumbling around a week after her contacts ran out Kyoko convinced her to buy glasses as well

Religious accessories yo

Like chokers and dangly earrings with crosses and pentagrams and shit

Likes wearing wacky earrings

Can run and do all sorts of tricks in heels

She and Mukuro are exes yo

Keeps her hair short so it's easier to manage

Hair never gets longer than her shoulders if she can help it

She seems like the kind of person who'd keep her bangs grown past her eyes regardless of how frustrating or inconvenient it is

She's a sub yall just don't wanna admit it

Funtime Foxy (FNAF)

I'm going on the record to say this

Funtime Foxy is genderfluid and that is that

Goes by Funtime

Any pronouns, They/Them most commonly

Plays music (keyboard and guitar mainly)

They and Funtime Freddy (Freds) mainly play with the kids

Freds mainly tells stories with Bonbon while Funtime more so plays one-on-one

Has nicknames for everyone

Circus Baby - Ringleader

Ballora - Bells

Funtime Freddy - Partner

Bon Bon - Bun

Peril (WOF)

I like both Nonbinary She/They Peril and Mtf She/Her Peril

They're both such good concepts

She's a lesbian, Harold

She only had a crush on Clay bc he was pretty much everything she was supposed to like in a guy

Gimme a moment while I force all my mental disorders onto this poor child

Autistic, Anxiety (Social anxiety, mainly, but she has most types), Adhd, PTSD

I'd like to reiterate yet again that She's a lesbian

Sunny and Glory were her gay awakening

Peril in Book 1: Damn, Sunny and Glory sure are pretty. Anyone would be lucky to date them. Clay would probably go for them over me. He would be stupid if he didn't. I myself would willingly date them over someone like me. They're just so pretty :(

Peril waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of arc 2: WAIT-

Rarepair alert but Peril/Sora

Peril meeting Sora: "Hmmm She's attractive. I would love to date her. Too bad I'm straight and in love with her brother lmao :P"

Peril, a mere month later, waiting for Ruby to leave Jade Mountain, pacing in her cave, running face first into a wall: WAIT-

I remember reading this one amazing story where Sora taught Peril to read/write and Peril found out she set off the bomb and comforted her/convinced her her run so that's canon now

Btw if anyone can remember what that story was called/what platform it was on and could tell me I'd appreciate it very much

I'd even be willing to draw a character of your's or make you an icon or something

I usually don't accept requests bc I get burnt out easy but this is a special case

She runs into Sora again sometime between the beginning of TOP and the end

I like to imagine she just goes wandering around

Anyway she confesses like a mere few minutes after running into her again bc Peril is just subtle like that

The actual confession takes 15 minutes and the entire time Sora is just sitting here like "👁👄👁 sure"

Bam Peril/Sora

Peril plans to keep it a secret for a little while longer but she spends 3 seconds around Clay and pretty much blurts it out

Clay, who wasn't even aware that Peril was a lesbian, is just "👁👄👁"

I wanna say Clay doesn't know what a lesbian is but in my canon Sunny is a lesbian so Starflight has already told him

Anyway he's super supportive

From that point Peril is sorta open about her sexuality?

Like, she gives Clay permission to tell the rest of the D.O.D bc she isn't about to risk being in front of them when they hear the news

(When Sunny starts actively seeking her out as a hang out buddy and Tsunami, Glory, and Starflight appear to tolerate her presence just a bit more afterwards she pretends she isn't confused by the change)

She's pink, white, and blue bc I said so

If you look at a certain angle in the right lighting her eyes, mouth, fire, and under her scales all look purple

But her fire is normally white and blue bc I said so

Also she pale as fuck bc in my canon their fire just sorta burns their colour away

You know how you leave something outside for too long and it gets sunbleached? Where it gets all washed out?

Like that but more extreme

By the age of 10-12 firescale dragons are just white with pale eyes

That's right not even the eyes are safe

Ram horns :P

I'm also fond of Peril/Sunny

Or maybe Peril/Sora/Sunny

But Peril/Sora is the main thing

On the topic of that bringing in my hc that if one sib in a sib group is fire resistant all of them are

She,,, She can change her scale colour

But only slightly and only if her emotions are strong enough

Bc I don't give a fuck about Darkstalker's scroll we were robbed of hybrid Peril

Unfortunately all of Peril's emotions are strong

Rainwing ruff along her head and neck

It's like a hood

It's mainly smoothed to her sides but when she's startled it flares out

RAINWING PUPILS

Y'all will know what those look like as soon as I get off my ass :P

She,,, She can mimic bird cries

Hates the summer

She has more than enough body heat already and the outside is just hot enough to add on and make her feel sick

She can somewhat control her heat but most of the time it's based on her emotions

It can go from standing-in-the-middle-of-a-burning-building-cant-see-your-nose-smoke-is-so-thick heat (Strong emotion) to Hey-thats-a-nice-cozy-campfire heat (Calm/"weak" emotion/Sleeping)

I'm just gonna make a different post with all my Peril hcs cuz there isnt enough room for all of them here

[readyplayerhobi]

Flower | 06

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, slight angst

; Word Count: 2.7k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: Another part :D please let me know what you think and all that jazz. If you enjoyed it, please consider reblogging to let others find it too! :)

; Flower Masterpost

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You don’t get very long to swoon over the date to yourself, for the very next morning you wake up to an abundance of texts from your two very impatient best friends. It’s a wonder your phone has any battery left given how many messages they’d sent into the group chat you all shared and it’s with more than a little bemusement that you respond to them both by asking if they’d sent enough.

That had only inspired a barrage of even more messages, leading to you simply telling them both to come over. They would have done that anyway, you knew that, but the official invitation at least gave them the excuse that they were wanted.

Which they were, because of course you wanted to gush and squeal to them along with analyse every bit of the previous nights date. It had been too late when you came home for them to come over and you’d felt tired, bone-weary even. Unlike your effervescent friends, you often liked to say that you had a social battery.

You were happy to socialise with people you got on with and understood until that battery depleted, upon which you simply wanted to go home and recharge. People took a lot out of you, and events like last night were particularly draining for you due to your nerves.

As such, you’d gone to sleep at 11pm and ended up sleeping straight through till 10am, completely oblivious to the impatience of your best friends. But now they were here, in the living room of your small apartment and practically sitting on you in their desperation to hear all about your night of debauchery.

That was a joke, they knew you well enough to know that would never happen.

Though they had been thoroughly entertained by his dick vomit story. Poor guy. He hadn’t even met them and now he was forever associated with a story like...that. You’d apologise whenever you saw him again, or at least before they ever got to introduce themselves.

Still, it was fun though as you retold the events of the night to them. They were charmed by the fact he’d taken you to an escape room and you knew that it meant a lot to them that he’d been so careful and sweet regarding your shy personality. The fact that you were talking about him with such enthusiasm and that tiny smile that said you were trying to hold back a grin told them everything and you sensed their overwhelming happiness for you.

“I can’t believe you went on a rant about to milk an almond.” Chungha groans, dainty hand slapping at her forehead before she runs her fingers through her long, ice-blonde hair. Her face was completely empty of makeup but you’d already promised her that you’d do it for her later. She had a date herself tonight, which you and Soyeon were pleased about.

Unlike you though, she’d met this guy through her work. You hoped it would be good for her though, even if boyfriends did often take your friends away from you for a while. 

“Well he started it. Or did I? I don’t remember. Either way, he completely agreed with me. The first people to do things must have been truly wild. I mean, think about it. Who was the first person to look at a cow’s udder and go ‘...I’m gonna have me some of that!’” You point out, eyes wide as you tried to convince them of your point.

Both of them just stared at you before Soyeon sighed deeply, flopping back onto the couch and shifting until her fluffy sock covered feet were in your lap. You pushed at them lightly, nose turning up but she ignored you completely, just letting out a deep groan.

“I mean...you’re not wrong. It is weird. But that is so not first date conversation!” She lets out another groan that sounds almost like it comes from her stomach and you feel your body heat up in embarrassment.

“Well he didn’t complain. If anything, he encouraged it. Asked me how do you milk an oat?” Your voice is defensive, lips pursed in a petulant pout and there’s silence from them both for a minute. And then Chungha is running her fingers down your arm with a defeated smile, shaking her head.

“It sounds like you’ve got a winner there girl.” Everything goes quiet for a few minutes after that and you feel the stirring of anxiety and panic in your stomach that you’d done something wrong. It only takes the tiniest signal from your brain before your body goes into overdrive, muscles tightening while everything feels like a livewire and your mind begins to run over the date obsessively, picking over anything that you think you were too forward or stupid on.

Anything to prove that you’d made an idiot out of yourself and that you would never hear from Jung Hoseok again.

“Do you think I messed up?” The words are so soft, every syllable laced tightly with fear and worry as you stare down at the fuzzy pink socks Soyeon is wearing. They have prancing unicorns on them and pretty rainbows. You’d bought her them for Christmas last year and had a matching pair of your own in your extensive sock drawer.

The two of them don’t need to be experts to hear the vulnerability in your voice and they’ve both known you long enough to know that your mind is compulsively finding ways to convince you that everything went wrong. That Hoseok had been weirded out by you and didn’t want to see you again, despite his commitment to texting you.

Guys did that, didn’t they? Said they’d text or call and never did.

Maybe it was a stereotype or something. Who knows. But the sickness in your stomach tells you that it’s probably true here.

“Hey, hey no. Don’t do this. Don’t do it sweetie, don’t you dare take a good and fun date like that and twist it negative in that pretty head of yours. It genuinely sounds like you both had a great time. And you said yourself that he didn’t complain about your conversations, he even encouraged them and went along with you! He sounds like a great guy!” Chungha says earnestly, grasping your hand tightly between her own and squeezing with an encouraging smile.

Soyeon pokes at your stomach with a toe, giving you her own smile from where her head rests on the large Pusheen pillow that sits with pride on your couch. You hate touching feet so you don’t do anything, simply give her a glare that just causes her to smile prettily.

Unlike Chungha, she has nothing this afternoon so has decreed that she will be spending her time with you instead. You both had a ton of true crime documentaries to watch on Netflix!

“He does. And he walked you to your car. Besides all that, you sound into him. Don’t talk yourself out of it.” Chewing on your lip, you let out a quiet hum and shrug your shoulders. As much as you love your best friends, it was sometimes frustrating when all you wanted to do was vent and be negative when they were so persistent on cheering you up.

You knew why they were doing it, and you appreciated it. But getting out of your slumps had always been hard. And your mind found it far easier to destroy happy moments than to let go of the negative.

“Yeah but…” Chungha places her hand over your mouth gently, pressing just hard enough that you can’t say anything before raising her brows with a soothing smile. 

“No but’s. They’re not allowed in this conversation. Not unless you want to tell us what his butt was like. I mean...did you see it? Not naked obviously, but like...you know...in his jeans. Some guys have amazing asses.” And with that, you chuckle, the looming aura of sadness still prevalent inside you but momentarily pushed aside as you recall her ex. He had indeed been blessed with an ass.

“Ahh...unfortunately not. He looks like one of those guys who’s...moderately blessed in that department. Not that I was looking. Well I was totally looking. But he fills his jeans nicely, so there’s that.”

“Yeah but he has tattoos and piercings. That makes up for any lack of bubble butt. Besides, you don’t wanna date a guy with a better ass than you. That’s just depressing. Think of the squat envy you’d have.” That comes from your splayed out friend, slapping her own thighs with a pout and you roll your eyes at her, thoroughly amused.

“Please, you don’t have to worry about any butt envy or anything. Your ass is fine. My ass has too much going on anyway, maybe I should give some to him.” You lightly pinch Soyeon’s leg, laughing as she yelped and then pouted at you, rubbing at the place before waving her feet in your face.

Immediately you’re recoiling away, landing almost on top of Chungha who just watches you both playfight with exasperation.

“Maybe so, but it’s nice to have something to grip you know? Both male and female.” Soyeon says with a grin, wiggling her brows at you suggestively and you heat up at the idea of grabbing Hoseok’s ass like that. And then you think about him grabbing yours and you can practically feel the ghost of his hands on you.

It makes you shudder in delight, the fantasy a wonderful image and Soyeon giggles as she feels the movement from you.

“Oooh, you like that. You wanna touch Hoseok’s ass?” She teases and you stick your tongue out at her childishly.

“Okay...in the interest of honesty...I want to lick every tattoo he has until I’ve committed them all to memory and then just...bite him. Anywhere. I don’t even care where. Oh god, his neck. Guys...his neck is just so freaking...urgh. And his fingers! Argh, they’re just...long and perfect and all I could think was…” You break off then, body heating as you squirm at the thought of everything you’d just said while you press your hands to your hot cheeks, embarrassed at what you’d blurted out.

Everything was the truth and you knew that they could tell. What you most certainly were not telling them was that you’d imagined tracing along his tattoos with your tongue. Which had then led on to a delightful fantasy of him pleasuring you with his own tongue, that delightful ball piercing combining with those long fingers in your mind until his name had been a gasped prayer of satisfaction and pleasure in the quietness of the night.

And then suddenly your phone vibrates, the sound loud on the table in front of you and all three of you jump in alarm at it. There’s a moment of silence before you all look at each other and laugh, feeling ridiculous that you’d all gotten scared of a phone notification of all things.

Reaching out, you grunt as Soyeon accidentally kicks you in the stomach before your fingers grasp your phone. Your friends were adamant that your phone case was uncool, but you didn’t care. You liked the flip phone case, the design a cute and overly cartoonish strawberry in hot pink and mint green.

Eyes widening, you stare at the lit-lock screen in disbelief before Chungha is poking at your arm, leaning over to try and see what’s got you so shocked.

“What is it? Has your dad accidentally posted in your family chat again?” Yeah, he was never living that moment down when he’d accidentally sent a sext that was supposed to be for your mom into your family group chat. “Is it...oh my god. It’s him! Soyeon! He’s texted!”

Her squeal is appallingly loud, causing you to turn and glare at her yet you can’t find it in yourself to shush her. Because you want to squeal loudly as well as she’s right, it’s Hoseok. He’s texted. Like he said he was.

“Isn’t it supposed to be too over eager to text the next day?” Is all you say, your tone confused and you recognise that what you’ve just said it stupid. But you can’t think properly right now because all you feel is pure elation that sizzles and crackles in your veins, the nausea of panic earlier to now turn into nausea of excitement while you try your hardest not to smile.

He’d texted. Just like he said he would.

“Oh shut up woman. Are you seriously gonna turn him down messaging you?! This a sign he likes you! Really likes you! It’s not even noon and the man is trying to talk with you again! Answer him!” Soyeon says and you realise that she’s gotten up, peering over your shoulder at your phone screen as well.

Quietly, you unlock your phone and read the message from him a few times before licking your lips and responding.

Jung Hoseok [11:23am]: Hi. So...about that Instagram?

Jung Hoseok [11:23am]: Also, I know you’re not meant to double text but...last night was fun.

The second text comes in before you can properly respond and your eyes widen, noting that he seems to be pretty eager just like they’d said. Or at least...being polite.

Y/N [11:24am]: Hi...same. Hope I wasn’t too...weird

You send him your Instagram handle as well, wondering whether or not you’d posted any dumb photos on there recently. Before you can get too worked up over it though, you push the thought firmly away and decide that he’ll just have to put up with it. He didn’t seem to have been bothered by your quirks last night, and if he wanted to pursue anything further then you’d rather he realise sooner than later.

Jung Hoseok [11:26am]: Nah, you were fine. Best first date I’ve ever had

Jung Hoseok [11:27am]: I also found this out this morning and thought you’d like to hear, Fact Queen

Jung Hoseok [11:29am]: Did you know...Stan Lee almost made the Power Rangers. Saw it on a documentary I’m watching

Y/N: [11:30am]: The Toys That Made Us? On Netflix? It’s great!

Jung Hoseok [11:32am]: It is! Thought I’d tell you anyway

Y/N [11:33am]: :)

He goes quiet after that and you realise that your friends have both been sat silent, holding their breath as they read the conversation between you both. And when you look at them, your eyes widen when you see the matching broad grins they wear.

There’s a second of hesitation before they both squeal and wrap their arms around you tightly, squeezing you so hard.

“Oh my god! He so likes you! He gets you! Oh my god! Girl! You’ve lucked out!!” Chungha shrieks, shaking you violently by the shoulders while Soyeon is slapping your arm lightly in her excitement. Their positive energy is infectious and you find yourself laughing in response, the happiness inside you bubbling higher at Hoseok’s words.

He’d enjoyed last night. Really enjoyed it, if he was to be believed.

And not only did he not mind your weird sense of humour or fact based response mechanism, but he reciprocated it with something he thought you might find interesting. It made you feel warm and gooey.

Another vibration causes you to look down at your phone again, noting that there’s no new message this time from him. Instead, you see that someone called ‘jungsevenfold’ has followed you on Instagram.

Clicking on it, you see that it’s Hoseok’s profile. And just like his Facebook, it’s a hodgepodge of casual photos of him and his friends and more artistic and aesthetic photography shots. Shyly, you follow him back and then note the notifications that pop up on the bottom.

“Oh...my god. This guy is gonna be whipped for you.” Soyeon snorts and you heat up in embarrassment, wanting to deny her but unsure how to.

Because he’d already viewed and liked at least 5 of your images. And he’d even left a comment on the photo you’d taken before you left for the date last night, the angle and light perfect to make your make-up and outfit look its best.

jungsevenfold: beautiful! :)

[tiriansjewel]

find it here on Spotify!

lyric explanations below the cut! (click images for better quality)

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1. The 1 by Taylor Swift

“But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one”

As we start the playlist, Luke and Alex are taking a wistful look back on their relationship in the 90s now that they’ve moved on to other people.

2. Coming Clean by Green Day

“Seventeen and strung out on confusion

Trapped inside a roll of disillusion

I found out what it takes to be a man

Now mom and dad will never understand”

Back in the 90s, both Luke and Alex are coming to terms with their sexualities.

3. Smells Like Teen Spirit

“With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us”

Sunset Curve were working towards popularity right at the height of the grunge scene, and I would assume that both Luke and Alex heard quite a bit of this song as teenagers.

4. Now or Never by Sunset Curve

“Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never”

How could I not include Sunset Curve’s own song? They like living in the moment, and that includes their love lives.

5. Everlong by the Foo Fighters

“And I wonder

If everything could ever feel this real forever

If anything could ever be this good again

The only thing I'll ever ask of you

You've got to promise not to stop when I say when”

When you go through adolescence, you crave intimacy with other people. This song exemplifies what Luke and Alex want from each other- to be able to feel, and to be able to experience those feelings on a deeper level.

6. Ocean Size by Jane’s Addiction

“Wish I was ocean size

They cannot move you, man

No one tries

No one pulls you

Out from your hole

Like a tooth aching a jawbone”

Jane’s Addiction was another LA rock band of this time period, and these lyrics about wanting to be powerful like the ocean and having to leave your home really remind me of Luke.

7. All Apologies by Nirvana

“What else should I be?

All apologies

What else should I say?

Everyone is gay”

This song is Kurt Cobain ironically apologizing for his cynical attitude, including the line “everyone is gay” to mock homophobes. It reminds me of Alex- he doesn’t want to be “married and buried”; he is rebelling against his parents’ definition of a correct lifestyle.

8. Freaking Out The Neighborhood by Max DeMarco

“And I know it's no fun

When your first son

Gets up to no good

Starts freaking out the neighborhood”

Emily Patterson and Alex’s mom were probably both pretty appalled by their sons effectively joining the counterculture. At this point, both Luke and Alex are starting to express themselves more, comfortable in who they are and what they want.

9. Hangout With You by Diners

“All I want

Is to talk with you now

And I know that you've got time

You are constantly on my mind

Yes I know that you've got time

To hang out with me

Tonight”

Luke has begun to realize that he likes Alex, and in true Luke fashion, can’t stop thinking about it.

10. Affection by Between Friends

“I'm laying on the floor

We're drinking 'cause we're bored

Oh, I'm looking for affection in all the wrong places

And we'll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces”

One night, it all comes out- their feelings and desires- and they decide to begin some kind of friends with benefits type of situation. This song feels like it’s from Luke’s perspective to me.

11. gold rush by Taylor Swift

“What must it be like

To grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominos

I see me padding 'cross your wooden floors

With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door

At dinner parties

I call you out on your contrarian shit

And the coastal town

We wandered 'round had never

Seen a love as pure as it

And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea

'Cause you know it could never be”

Luke is a magnetic person, attracting everyone, and Alex finds him beautiful. He is in awe of him, but he’s also scared about having feelings he doesn’t know how to handle. This song kind of shows Alex’s internal monologue.

12. Can We Kiss Forever? by Kina

“I tried to reach you, I can't hide

How strong's the feeling when we dive

I crossed the ocean of my mind

My wounds are healing with the salt

All my senses intensified

Whenever you and I, we dive”

This song describes their first kiss, obscured from the world, in my mind. Plus, there’s ocean metaphors. You can’t go wrong with that.

13. 18 by Anarbor

“So if you wanna piss off your parents

Date me to scare them

Show them you're all grown up

If long hair and tattoos are what attract you

Baby, then you're in luck

And I know it's just a phase

You're not in love with me

You wanna piss off your parents, baby

That's alright with me”

Luke knows Alex isn’t in love with him, but they both want to try new things. Bonus points for this song having references to frayed parent-child relationships.

14. Boys Will Be Boys by Miles McKenna

“That graduation day, it never came for you and me

Couple drop-out kids, a shotgun wedding's all we need

Sorry, Mom, Sorry, Dad

Better luck next time

A couple packs a day, pierced nose and tattoos on our legs

No strangers to pretend, we've always been too proud to beg

Sorry, Mom, Sorry, Dad

Better luck next time

Boys will be boys”

This song referencing a “couple of drop out kids” just going with the flow made me think of how Sunset Curve probably never would have finished high school.

15. Just Like You by Three Days Grace

“You thought you were there to guide me, you were only in my way

You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

I could be mean

I could be angry

You know I could be just like you.”

Both Luke and Alex have tons of resentment for their parents, obviously.

16. Sunstroke by Less Than Jake

“We've all been living proof

That time won't wait or choose

We know it ticks on without me and you

And I can't have both sides

Letting go or holding tight

I'm burning bright tonight”

This song about being stubborn and time not waiting really reminded me of Luke, plus the foreshadowing of them becoming ghosts and adapting to a whole new world.

17. Saint Bernard by Lincoln

“Saint Calvin told me not to worry about you

But he's got his own things to deal with

There's really just one thing that we have in common

Neither of us will be missed”

This song just made me think about Alex and his Catholic guilt.

18. Bedroom Hymns by Florence and the Machine

“This is a good a place to fall as any

We'll build our altar here

Make me your Maria

I'm already on my knees

You had Jesus on your breath

And I caught Him in mine

Sweating out confessions

The undone and the divine

This is his body, this is his love

Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough, oh”

Part 2 of Alex and his Catholic guilt. Their relationship has become more carnal, and this song maybe gives a little of Alex’s perspective into that time.

19. Church by Fall Out Boy

“And if death is the last appointment

Then we're all just sitting in the waiting room

I am just a human trying to avoid my certain doom

If you were church, yeah

I'd get on my knees”

Here ends the trilogy of songs with religious references. This song is heady and sensual and also includes some nice foreshadowing of their deaths.

20. Bros by Wolf Alice

“Shake your hair, have some fun

Forget our mothers and past lovers, forget everyone

Oh, I'm so lucky, you are my best friend

Oh, there's no one, there's no one who knows me like you do

Are your lights still on?

I'll keep you safe

If you keep me strong”

Here’s another song from Luke’s perspective- talking about forgetting mothers, being best friends, and keeping Alex safe, as long as Alex keeps him strong.

21. Slip Away by Perfume Genius

“Don't look back, I want to break free

If you'll never see 'em coming
You'll never have to hide

Take my hand, take my everything

If we only got a moment

Give it to me now

They'll never break the shape we take

Baby, let all them voices slip away”

Alex struggles with losing his family over his sexuality, and Luke helps him through it.

22. Make Out In My Car by Sufjan Stevens

“I'm not trying to

Go to bed with you

I just wanna make out in my car

And though I'm dying to

Fall in love with you

I just wanna make out in my car”

Another great song about just wanting to exist with someone, about wanting touch and feel and create. They don’t want to fall in love, they just want to be.

23. I Exist I Exist I Exist by Flatsound

“I remember the way you shook

Its a shame that we're not soul mates

Because if i didn't know better

I'd say this feels pretty good

How could i be scared?

When i stretch and feel that you're there

So shut your mouth

Because these words will speak themselves

I can feel them in these blankets

And they're surrounding your figure

Embraced in the quilts

And i cant help but think

You're my missing puzzle piece”

This song is so beautiful- with references to helping a partner through anxiety, and being just like ones mother... a lot of this dynamic in my mind is Luke and Alex reminding each other that they exist, that life is wide and bright, that they’re alive. This gives a window into Luke’s inner feelings as well.

24. Come on, Mess Me Up by Cub Sport

“I found comfort, I fell in love with avoiding problems

But I want this, you know I want this

So come on, mess me up

And you can break me, if you'll still take me

Ruin me, if you'll let me be one of the ones you say you won't forget”

At some point, they become more reckless about their feelings, a little less level headed about their arrangement. Intimacy is an escape.

25. Please Never Fall In Love Again by Ollie MN

“This is what it's like to be lovers

You and me need never be lonely again

Spin with me endlessly or at least until the end

Please never fall in love again”

As usually happens with these arrangements, feelings are caught. Luke and Alex consider making things more serious.

26. Can I Call You Tonight? by Dayglow

“Batteries drain, I get the memo

I think that I might have to let you go

So can I call you tonight?

I'm trying to make up my mind

Just how I feel

Could you tell me what's real?”

The end of their relationship is near, and Alex is unsure. You can decide if this takes place before or after they die.

27. Wicked Game by Chris Isaak

“I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you

And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

No, I don't wanna fall in love with you”

Eventually these relationships all start to feel like games, don’t they?

28. Perfect by The Smashing Pumpkins

“So far I still know who you are

But now I wonder who I was

Angel, you know it's not the end

We'll always be good friends”

Another song about the end of a relationship, and finding yourself again. There’s a bit of resentment there, but they are learning to be friends again.

29. Miss Missing You by Fall Out Boy

“Maybe I'll burn a little brighter tonight

Let the fire breathe me back to life

Baby you were my picket fence

I miss missing you, now and then”

They’ve gotten over each other and become friends again, but are still nostalgic for the past. Bonus points for references about coming back to life.

30. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) by Green Day

“For what it's worth

It was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable

But in the end it's right

I hope you had the time of your life”

Ah yes, the song everyone uses to commemorate bittersweet ends- it’s the perfect clincher for this playlist.

I hope you all enjoy listening!

[missroserose]

Soft Asks: 1 & 6 & 8 & 12 (I'm greedy for softness today.)

  YES PLEASE BE GREEDY.  I wasn’t kidding, this is a rough week all around, so let’s get soft. <3

1.) what song makes you feel better?

Honestly, it depends.  For instance, when I’m feeling bad in the sense that I’m facing down a huge and intimidating task, I usually go for something upbeat and major key—like Walk the Moon’s Shut Up and Dance, or Janelle Monae’s The Way You Make Me Feel, or Amtrac’s Never Lost.  If I’m having one of those days where I have things to do but it’s feeling like I’m having to push through syrup to get anywhere, I tend toward something similarly driving but more minor/suspended chords—Meg Myers’ cover of Running Up That Hill has been on my playlist a lot lately, as has In This Moment’s Roots and K. Flay’s Blood In The Cut.  And if I’m just in that place where everything is A Lot and there’s not much I can do about it, I’ll usually go for slower synth-y stuff—Björk’s Possibly Maybe is a perennial favorite, though I’ve lately been listening to Slowdive’s Sugar for the Pill and The Stone Roses’ I Wanna Be Adored.  And, of course, just about anything by Cigarettes After Sex.

(I, uh, hope you know me well enough by now to know that if you ask me to name a song you’re going to get at least nine options, with links XD)

6.) say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

Ooo!  I think self-appreciation is highly underrated so I’m glad to get this question.  Let’s see...Physical:

1.)  I love the various customizations I’ve made to my body—short colorful hair, large arty tattoos, multiple piercings.  Almost all of them have made me feel more me in a way that’s evanescent but insistent.

2.)  I’m not gonna beat around the bush—I freaking love my arms.  Ever since I started lifting a couple of years ago I’ve been completely surprised (and pleased!) at how much I’ve enjoyed watching my biceps slowly grow.  Being able to hoist heavy things is awesome too, but...I admit it, I totally flex in the mirror sometimes.  (I’ve caught myself doing it on Zoom calls too, haha.)  I have a rose tattoo on one arm and I adore how it accents the shape of the muscles.

3.)  I like my general body shape.  Large hip structure runs in my family (my mother calls them the Rose hips), and while that means I would likely never have made it as a ballerina or gymnast past puberty, I’m not at all sad I ended up with an hourglass shape.  (Though it does make finding jeans that fit in both the hips and waist a bit of a trick...I’ve had good experiences with Fran Denim, which definitely was not inspired at all by their marketing prominently featuring generously proportioned women with tattoos riding motorcycles...ahem.)

As for the non-physical...

1.) I feel like I have a pretty good left-brain/right-brain balance (though, point of note, the popular conception of “left brain = logic and right brain = creativity” is actually pretty bullshit).  I love that I can think creatively and also analytically—there are times when both are needed.  I think it’s part of why I’ve made such a good massage therapist—I enjoy the squishier social-interaction heal-the-world side of the business, but I’m also good at the hard-nosed business and boundary-setting and hustling-for-clients part that a lot of people in the industry have trouble with.

2.)  I really love my writing.  I’m not trying to brag, just...you know those memes about “I am looking for very specific fic content, and if I cannot find it, I will create it?”  Yeah, that’s me.  I don’t often read back over my stories but when I do (even when it’s something I’m not proud of and I expect to cringe) I often end up surprised at how much I enjoy it.

3.)  I love my ability to perform.  I was talking with @harringroveheart about how I read some of my smut aloud (by request, with warnings) at a salon last night, and they were all “are you genetically incapable of being embarrassed??” and I had to think back to all the times that I read aloud to my mother who’d correct my pronunciation on every third word, or sang karaoke at a bar only to be met with complete indifference, or taught yoga to three people who refused to make eye contact and immediately bounced the moment class was over...so no, I’m very capable of being embarrassed, and in fact it’s been a struggle to get to where I am now.  But man, learning to give fewer fucks has been incredibly freeing—and when you keep trying, every once in a while you hit that home run of a performance that connects with the entire audience and stays with you long after the embarrassing memories fade.

8.) tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good.

So many someones!  @blahblahblahcollapse is a great beta reader and writing cheerleader.  @introvertia often surprises me with her insight and delights me with her kindness.  @trashcangimmick is the kind of chill and comforting dude everyone should have in their lives, and often gives excellent writing advice to boot (even when he’s laughing at my perfectionism).  @skybound2 gives great music recommendations and nerds out with me over immortal relationships.  @twobrokenwyngs listens patiently when I need to vent, and patiently listens to my advice when she needs to vent.  @neonelectriclady sends me pictures of delicious-looking bread and awesome Star Trek memes and talks to me about cloud butts.  @thisisnotmolchanka is the best metamour, creative and clever and ambitious and genuinely kind in a way you rarely see all together at once in one person.  There are tons more I could name, but this post is already getting long...

12.) how are you?

I think I’m just gonna link xkcd for this one.

In truth, I’m...more or less okay.  Being unemployed is turning out to be something of a mixed bag this week—like, on the one hand, I can sleep in until 10 and be a lump on the couch in my PJs all day, but on the other hand...I can sleep in until 10 and be a lump on the couch in my PJs all day.  Luckily I’m hosting writing group this afternoon, so that’ll be a good distraction, as well as at least requiring me to get dressed.  (Not that anyone would really bat an eye if I booted up Zoom and was still in my bathrobe, but, y’know.)

let’s get soft together!

[mingi-baby]

Alterations

A/N: this was getting a little long, so it’s mostly angst that ends suggestively. also it’s a TON of dialogue. I hope you enjoy!

San was finally coming home after the tour, he was apart from you for months and all you wanted was to be with him. You had gotten some alterations since then but you thought nothing of it.

Until you finally saw San, who was first running towards you at the airport before stopping suddenly to stare at you. You looked at you confused, but forced a smile as he got closer. You leaned in for a kiss but San held your face in his hands and stared at you.

“Hey baby! How was the tour?” You asked, trying to get him out of this trance.

“Is that a lip ring? A-and a nose piercing?”

“Oh yeah, I had some piercings done. But tell me about everything! I missed you so much I can’t wait to hear all about-“

“Piercings? Like more than these two?” San flinched as he poked your eyebrow piercing. You pulled your hair back and showed him both your ears.

“Um...yeah I got two more ear piercings on both sides and one industrial and one cartilage...and a few others-“

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me? That’s kind of a lot. Like I understand that it’s your body- wait, is that a tattoo? Right behind your ear...” San caressed the ink of a simple tattoo you had gotten a month ago.

“Yeah that’s my most recent one. I really love it but I wish the lines were a little thinner but I went to a different place then usual so that’s probably why-“

“Wait wait wait... so while I was gone you got a handful of permanent and semi-permanent alterations and didn’t even bother to ask?” San asked you. His tone was getting a little too serious for you and you had begun to get a little angry.

“Ask? Why should I have to ask you?” You said, frowning at your boyfriend.

“That’s not what I- fuck. Come on we can’t talk about this here.” San said as he saw cameras flashing around him. He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the exit. The staff drove you two, Hongjoong and Seonghwa home in a their van. As the two other boys entered the van, placing their baggage down and shutting their eyes from the stressful and long travel, San turned to you in the backseat and picked up your argument from before.

“So you got all this stuff done and didn’t even talk to me about it? Baby I understand that it’s your choice but these seem so impulsive... and you said there were even more piercings and tattoos that I haven’t seen? How many piercings and how many tattoos?” San asked you, his eyes angry and his hands flailing.

“If it’s my choice, why does it matter? It wasn’t impulsive, I’ve told you about this before. I’ve always talked about getting this stuff done.” You pointed at him.

“I didn’t think you’d ever do it. Why did you get all this done when I wasn’t here? And answer my question from before, how many?” San’s voice rose and Hongjoong turned around to observe. San shooed him away but the other boy kept staring.

“Why does it matter so much? San you’re being so fucking rude right now. I didn’t think you’d even mind because you’ve always been so supportive of me, why do you suddenly care? If it’s so fucking important, I got ten piercings and three tattoos while you were away.”

“Jesus Christ...that’s like me coming back without a leg. I’m so mad at you right now I can’t believe this.” San said, facing away from you. Hongjoong removed his mask to say something.

“I think both of you are being too harsh on each other. Y/n, you’re right. It’s your choice what alterations you make to your body but I feel like you could have at least told San about all of these things you were getting done. San I think you’re being way too rude to her right now. You have to see this from her point of view and-“

“Hyung, stay out of this.” San suddenly said. You felt tears well up as your boyfriend shouted. Hongjoong stared in pure surprise. Because of the tension in the van, you stared out the window, pulling your body as far away as possible from everyone else.

The driver dropped you both off at your apartment and you both trudged up the stairs in silence besides the occasional sniffle from you. As you entered your home, you intended to slam the bedroom door shut and force San to sleep on the couch, but you felt San grab your wrist and pull you towards him.

“Let go of me,” you said, not being able to hold back your tears.

“We have to talk about this.” San said firmly holding your hand tightly and sighing at the sight of your tears. You felt them streaming down your face, hot and fast.

“You hate it don’t you? You hate me for this and you hate the way I look and you’re gonna break up with me-“

“Woah woah what? I’m not leaving you because of this, and I don’t hate you, I love you so much and I think you look beautiful. Y/n, I honestly really, really like how you look with all this.” He gestured towards you. “I was mad because I just felt like you forgot about me, you didn’t tell me anything and that made me feel insecure.”

“I’m sorry, I should have told you. I hate that we’re fighting about this.” You said, staring at the ground.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have freaked out, I’m sorry.” San rubbed his temples.

“It’s not your fault, you’ve been in transit for so long. You must be so tired. San...Are you sure you actually like it?” You said shyly.

“Baby...it looks so good. It’s really cool. It’s-it’s...” San stuttered as he moved your hair out of the way to stare at the tattoos and all the piercings. He was quietly inspecting you, and you heard him whisper numbers. “You said you had 10 piercings done?” You nodded. “So you had your ears pierced before...you got all these on your ears...” he counted your piercings on both ears. “Seven, eight...” he said as his finger traced your face piercings. He looked at you confusingly and you smirked. “I only counted eight.”

“There’s two more.” You said simply and San nodded, still not getting it. “Where could I have two more? What are two places on my body that I could pierce together?” You puffed your chest out as your boyfriend thought hard.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped as his eyes fell to your breasts.

“You did not...” he said, his voice cracking. You giggled and nodded, grabbing his thumb and helping him feel the metal covered by your shirt. San gasped as he felt the small rounded part on each side of your nipple.

“I-I...” San stuttered.

“Do you want to see where my other tattoos are?” You whispered seductively in his ear. San gulped loudly and furiously scrambled to form words.

“Please, I- baby...I’m sorry, I want to feel you so bad right now. I need to be inside you right fucking now and I need to see those nipple piercings so I can tease the fuck out of you-“ San rambled and you stopped him, kissing his lips suddenly and dragging him into the bedroom.

[axelxmartinez]

(Hi I love to plot, hit me up and let’s chat!)

Introduction @redridgeimp​

FULL NAME:  Axel Jose Diego Martinez

NICKNAMES(S):  Axe, Ax, Diablo

AGE:  33

DATE OF BIRTH:  October 30th, 1986

PLACE OF BIRTH:  Red Ridge, Nevada

CURRENT LOCATION:  Red Ridge, Nevada.

ETHNICITY:  Latino. Mexican primarily and his mother was partially Caucasian (European descent), as well as Mexican and Dominican.

GENDER:  Cis male.

PRONOUNS:  He/him/his.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  Bisexual.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:  quoiromantic

RELIGION:  Atheist.

OCCUPATION:  Owner of Roberto's and Bone breaker for Valencia.

EDUCATION LEVEL:  he dropped out of high school in the beginning of 11th grade. 

EXTRACURRICULAR:  Boxing, lifting weights, playing video games, occasionally reading

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS:  Owns his parents house, a medium sized single family home with 4 bedrooms, an unfinished basement, nothing to brag about on the south side of redridge

SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT:  Deep, smooth voice with a hint of a Spanish accent, especially when he's angry. Normally keeps a steady tone, unless he’s really upset about something.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM: Manny Montana 

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE:  black, shaved short

COMPLEXION:  Brown on the lighter side with neutral undertones

EYE COLOR:  Brown.

EYESIGHT: 20/30 the last time he checked, he probably could use corrective lenses for driving or reading something but he doesn’t bother with it.

HEIGHT:  6’1” or 185cm

WEIGHT:  169lbs or 77kg

BODY AND BUILD:  Muscular, lean, well-defined muscles. 

TATTOOS: tons, he gets them at random and the only theme to them is that they are black and white. The obvious ones most people see are the skull on his throat and the ones on his fingers and hands. (See his pinterest linked at the bottom for more ideas in this area)

PIERCINGS: none, he fights too much to have piercings.

CLOTHING STYLE:  jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, flannels, button down shirts, primarily black for everything. 

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS:  tattoos all over his body, small linear scar on his eyebrow where no hair grows, various scars all over his body - some covered with tattoos and some not. Also wears necklaces and rings, has a few random bracelets made by his nieces and nephews.

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S):  ADD is all he’s been diagnosed with, though he likely has an anxiety disorder as well. 

PHYSICAL DISORDER(S):  none

ALLERGIES:  the pollen gets to him in the spring but he just ignores it

SLEEPING HABITS:  insomniac, he sleeps in small shifts between work and whatever he’s doing during the day. 

EATING HABITS:  Axel has a high metabolism so he eats a lot and often, he tends to pick things up while he’s moving around town and keeps protein bars and snacks in his car for in between meals

SOCIABILITY: extroverted introvert, he tends to be around people but doesn’t go out of his way to strike up conversation unless he feels it necessary, knows the person already, or is spoken to first. 

BODY TEMPERATURE:  neutral.

ADDICTIONS:  Nicotine, Caffeine, some would argue he drinks a little too much but he doesn’t think so.

DRUG USE:  Depends on the drug. He smokes marijuana frequently, but anything else is occasionally and he refuses to touch needles or anything made purely from chemicals (i.e. Meth). 

ALCOHOL USE:  Frequently, usually has a drink or two everyday. Sometimes more, sometimes less. He prefers brandy and tequila but also enjoys beer and will always accept a free drink regardless of what it is.

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS:  Hardworking, Efficient, Honest, Strong, Confident, Curious

NEGATIVE TRAITS:  Callous, Insensitive, Secretive, Possessive, Withdrawn, Stubborn

LIKES:  Fighting, good food, drinking, video games, smoking, sex, most things physical, some reading, fire

DISLIKES:  Schools, authority (mainly police), drama, airplanes, inactivity

FEARS: His only fear that he could ever pinpoint was his father.

HABITS: Plays with his fingers, touches his face, staring without talking, smoking, rain

ASTROLOGY:  Scorpio Sun, Sagittarius Rising, Libra Moon

PERSONALITY TYPE:  INTJ

MORAL ALIGNMENT:  Chaotic Neutral

HOGWARTS HOUSE:  Slytherin.

ELEMENT:  Fire

WEATHER: Overcast or Sunny

COLOR:  Black

MUSIC:  Rock, Metal, 90’s hip hop

MOVIE:  Documentaries or Action movies

SPORT:  Baseball and Soccer

BEVERAGE:  Brandy or Tequila

FOOD:  Waffles

ANIMAL: Snake

SEASON:  Summer

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: Antonia Martinez (Rodriguez)  

FATHER:  Roberto Martinez, deceased

SIGNIFICANT OTHER:  none

SIBLING(S):  5 younger siblings, names and ages vague for future wc

CHILDREN:  TBD

PET(S): Ball Python named Slinky

PROMPT.

“ROUTINE”: violence tw, death tw

Ever since he was a teenager, Axel has worked at Roberto’s. At his father’s insistence to teach him some responsibility, as the owner, it was common for him to hire his children and other relatives because he didn’t trust anyone. When Roberto, his father, went to prison and was simultaneously killed while there, his business was given to his eldest son. Axel wasn’t very torn up about losing his father, it made his life significantly easier and allowed him to take over the role as head of the Martinez family. Something he’d been well prepared for and while he wasn’t the nicest guy, he wasn’t the psychopath Roberto was. At least, he didn’t think he was. 

With his father gone, his days started with the sun (if he even got to bed the night before). He opened the convenient store, put the money in the till for the starting shift and made sure everything was turned on and stocked from the night before. Once the first shift comes in, he usually heads to the back to double check that everything is locked up and set up for the next shift. After that is usually when he gets word of anything Valencia needs him to do that day. Even though he’s not a soldier anymore, he likes to keep busy so he picks up slack where he can. If not, he starts checking in on his younger siblings and making sure they are doing what they’re supposed to be doing and staying out of trouble. If he doesn’t have anything pressing to get done, he heads to the gym to do his usual workout and possibly some sparring to keep his endurance at peak along with his fighting technique. Afterwards, he hits up Ridge Roasters if he’s going to the North side of town and gets his coffee with a random pastry to go. Otherwise, he heads to Blue Hill Diner for a proper breakfast and chats with the staff there or scrolls through his phone. He heads back to the convenient store if they need him, otherwise he heads home for a nap or just to relax. Most days he can trust his shift supervisors or the manager to finish up the rest of the day at Roberto’s. Only on occasion does he have to cover a shift or go in to change the cash register for a shift. 

By five or six in the evening, Axel crosses the threshold of St. Peters and takes a spot at the bar. If he feels like dinner, he gets something to eat. Otherwise he has a few drinks to pass the time and watches the environment. If he’s lucky, he catches something that isn’t supposed to be happening in Redridge without approval and brings it to a higher up. Otherwise, he wastes some time before Rogue’s opens and he can go watch the fights for the night. By the time it’s his turn to get in the ring, he’s usually itching to start fighting. He’s not one to get excited about much, but once he gets sight of his ‘opponent’ a wide shark-like smile will spread across his face. Axel loves the work he gets to do with Valencia and if he could do more he would. Fighting and getting rid of people was something he specialized in, he was damn good at it, too. If he was lucky, he brought someone home with him at the end of the night. If not, he has another drink and heads back to his house to watch something on the television or, if he’s even luckier, gets a few hours of sleep before he has to wake up and repeat it all the next day. 

“REMINISCENCE”:  violence tw, alcohol tw, blood tw, death tw

“Not everyone gets to just blurt out how the feel about whoever or whatever on a fuckin’ whim, dude.” Axel spoke into his glass, the third brandy making his voice hoarse. Stuck in the reverie that his best friend had pulled from him. That afternoon they’d gotten the news that his father was found dead in the showers that morning. He was out celebrating. That man had never done anything for anyone, nothing good at least and definitely not any of his kids. Axel looked at the brown liquid in his glass and swirled it around. “Remember back in high school, that kid Jake who used to hang around sometimes?” He asked, eyes still on the glass. “We used to mess around or whatever. I was young and stupid.” He shook his head, knowing at twenty-five he wasn’t exactly old but he was a lot older than he was then. “Anyways, it had been a few months and I started talkin’ a big game like I was the boss of my house. My papi didn’t give a shit what I did or who I was with and all that. We stopped at Roberto’s after school to get some snacks or whatever. You know, same shit different day.” Axel paused and let out a slow sigh. The alcohol was getting to his head and loosening his tongue to reveal shit he’d never talked about with anyone. Most people knew his father was a prick that was quick to correct his children with his hands rather than his words, but Axel didn’t ever make it seem like it bothered him. He sure as hell didn’t let on that he harbored a great fear of the man. “We were at the counter paying, right in front of my dad and Jake tried to lean in for a kiss or somethin’ to say thank you or some shit. I just freaked out, I didn’t know what to do because that shit wasn’t goin’ to fly with Roberto Martinez. Not one of his kids. So, I pushed him away and beat his ass bloody right there for all the world to see.” He didn’t want his dad to do it and if he thought for a second that Axel was into guys he would probably shoot him on the spot. Definitely would have gotten rid of him in one way or the other. Even if he still liked girls, too. “My brother had to pull me off of him. I was so fuckin’ scared man, I just kept hittin’ him. He had to go to the hospital and his parents didn’t even press charges, they straight pulled him out of school. I never even saw him again.” Axel finished off his glass and exhaled the burn it left in his throat and chest. “Out of all the people I’ve beat in my lifetime, all the shit I’ve done, man. That’s the only one I regret. But you know the sad part?” He let out a bitter laugh. “If I could go back and do it over, I’d still beat his ass. What the fuck does that say about me?” Axel shut up after that, didn’t even really pay attention to what his friend had to say about any of it. He drowned himself in a bottle and had no idea how he got home at the end of the night. 

BACKGROUND. ( abuse tw, death tw, violence tw)

Born and raised in Redridge, oldest of six children. Some of his siblings still live in Redridge, others have left and spread around the country. He has a large extended family. They live all over the country, Mexico, and South America.

His father was a very strict man and ran his household with an iron fist. He believed his children should be seen and not heard. If one of them were to step out of line, show defiance, or generally make him angry in any way, he normally responded by correcting them physically instead of with words. He owned Roberto’s, which he started before Axel was born. Roberto was also a member of Valencia working up from street rat to lieutenant. He was arrested when Axel was twenty and died in prison when he was twenty-five.

Antonia, his mother, was a reserved woman. She was hard-working and loved her children. However, she listened to her husband and he was the head of the household. When Roberto went to prison, Axel took over the role of head of the household. His mother fell ill in his late twenties and currently lives in an assisted living facility in Redridge. Axel visits her regularly.

As for his siblings, he keeps up with all of them. One attends the community college and he is adamant that they keep up with their grades and continue their education. He keeps in almost daily touch with each and every one of them and adores his nieces and nephews. Whenever he can visit, he makes a point to but hates to fly so it is usually only once or twice a year at most for those who live outside of Nevada. 

School wasn’t Axel’s strong suit. He could never focus and everything just made him feel like he was stupid when he knew he wasn’t stupid. He just wasn’t book smart. So he dropped out right before eleventh grade and worked at Roberto’s. As soon as he was able to, he joined Valencia as a street rat and moved up the ranks to Bone-breaker once he had proven himself. However, he enjoys doing soldier work still so he will pick up any spare jobs if they are available.

As far as romance goes, Axel has never been with anyone long. He enjoys both women and men and their company, but he has a hard time letting anyone past his walls. The few times he has tried, he fucked it up in one way or another. So, he stays single and just holds casual relationships. 

He loves to fight and he is good at making people disappear, getting jobs done efficiently, and intimidation. Axel is very loyal to Valencia.

Currently, he is always on the move. He doesn’t like to be idle for long. So he is either doing work for Valencia or Roberto’s, moving around town, drinking at a bar, eating somewhere, fighting at Rogue’s, at the gym, watching fights, or sleeping in between any of those activities. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Friends With Benefits/One-night Stands (unlimited): He likes physical activity and touch, he tries to pick people up often and especially after a fight. This could have been happening for a long time or just a night or be brand new. 

Best Friend (0/1): This person knows him better than anyone. They just get him and is likely the only person he’s ever opened up to. 

Close Friends (0/6): These people know him better than most, but he probably has only opened up about one or two things to them. He trusts these people and likes to be around them.

Employees: Anyone who wants to work at Roberto’s

Budding Romance (0/1): could be a fwb that progresses, someone who’s always been around but neither of them made the move to advance it past anything.

Enemies: Self explanatory, but they always butt heads in one way or another. Possibly have fought in the past, but definitely never have anything nice to say about one another.

Past relationships (0/4): People who tried to break through his walls and didn’t get through. Or they just didn’t work out for any multitude of reasons.

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/kitmeowza/c-axel-martinez/

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“All About Me”

“All About Me” Survey - requested by @thriftszop - here you go!

Name:  Stephanie

Age:  31.

Hair Color:  Naturally dark brown, but I dye it red.

Eye Color:  Brown.

Height:  Like 5′4.

Weight:  70 something lbs. I haven’t weighed myself in a few years, so I’m not sure. Hopefully it’s not below that...

Race/Ethnicity: White, Mexican, and Filipino is all I know for sure. I’d love to do one of those 23 and Me DNA tests or something.

Native Language: English.

Religion:  Christian.

Gender: Female.

Sexual Orientation: Straight.

Birthday:  July 28th.

Where You Live:  California.

Family Members: My parents, 2 brothers, paternal grandparents, 3 aunts, 8 uncles, and a shit ton of cousins and 2nd cousins. 

Pets: I have a 3 year old German Shepherd/Lab mix named Princess Leia.

Piercings:  Just one in each earlobe.

Tattoos: None.

Do you shave?: Yeah.

Do you wear makeup?: I haven’t for the past 3 years now.

Highest Level of Schooling: BA.

What do you want to be when you “grow up”?  I’m 31 and still have no idea. :/

Do you have any defining characteristics?: I wear glasses and I have a few freckles. <<< Sameee, we’re twins. ha. I’ll also add my red hair.

Do you have a strong sense of self esteem and confidence?: Haaaa. Not at all.

Do you have any allergies?  Seasonal ones and to tangerines. 

What are your favorite things to wear? Leggings, oversized graphic tees, hoodies, crew necks, and Adidas. 

Do you have any disabilities, diseases, or disorders?: I’m a paraplegic, I have major depression and anxiety, and a list of other physical health issues. 

What are some of your biggest fears? Losing my loved ones, death, all bugs, insects, and reptiles, holes/clusters, small spaces, heights, deep water, killer whales and pandas because of the white or black patches where their eyes are... super weird I know, but it seriously FREAKS me out for some reason and I can’t even look at a picture, needles, getting diseases, catching corona, never getting better/getting worse, never amounting to anything/not doing anything with my life.... to name a few, ha.

What is your temperament like? So, apparently there’s a theory, the four temperament theory,  that says there’s 4 main fundamental personality types and I’d say I fall under melancholic and some phlegmatic. Those two describe someone who is introverted, detail oriented and analytic, deep thinkers and feelers, reserved, anxious, quiet, generally easy going, sympathetic, and caring.

What is your personality like? I’m gonna say where I fall under each of the Big 5 personality traits, which consists of openness, conscientiousness, extroversion, agreeableness, and neuroticism: Openness: I prefer to stick to habits/routines, anxious about change and new experiences, and not adventurous. The website I’m looking at, livescience.com, even says people who are low openness aren’t adventurous eaters and yep that’s totally me. Conscientious: I’m definitely a planner, not spontaneous or impulsive, scheduled, punctual. Extroversion: Oh, I’m very much introverted. I need my alone time to recharge and just do my own thing. I’m not outgoing, social, or chatty and large crowds make me anxious and drain my energy. Agreeableness: I’m sympathetic and empathetic, I’ve been told I’m a good listener, I’m polite, I get along with others, and I avoid conflict. Neuroticism: Definitely high. I’m depressed, moody, anxious, easily irritated and frustrated, and have a lot of fears and worries.  

What are some of your hobbies/interests?: Surveys, social medias, YouTube, watching TV, reading, playing Animal Crossing, coloring.

Are you a virgin?: Yes.

What’s your bra size?: 36B.

And finally, list some of your favorites: The beach, fall and winter, Christmas, Halloween, coffee, Wingstop garlic parm and lemon pepper wings, ramen, garlic, eggs, spaghetti and meatballs, donuts, coffee cake, muffins, cupcakes, brownies, cheesecake, ASMR, pastel colors as well as rose gold, coral, mint green, and yellow...I’m too tired to list more. 

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Oh My Demi-God

Mino/Song Minho Scenario

Request: 3 + mino please <3 thxxx

Prompt: I accidentally found out my neighbor can produce fire from his hands. Help???

It had been one month exactly since you started living in your own apartment. Moving to your own space had always been a dream for you, and now that you finally got a stable job in the field that you loved as a plus, you were beyond grateful. It was a fresh start for a fresh new chapter in your life. 

But, it had been two weeks since you noticed how bizarre your neighbor was. 

First, the guy would always, always had the expression of an angry bear. You didn’t know why, but that was what popped up in your head the first time seeing him. He would always seem like he had not sleep in ages. 

Second, there was always a distinct burnt smell mixed with musk and flowery scent going on with him. It was not like you were a creep that smelled on him or anything, it was just that the smell was very strong that you could smell it even just by walking pass him. Let’s just say the scent was hard to miss.

You had not really gotten the chance to catch his name. Not like it was important to you anyway. 

**

“You sure you’re okay going home by yourself? I can go with you.” Your co-worker said. 

“Nah, it’s fine! I can handle two bottles of soju alright, I’m just a little bit lightheaded that’s all.” You said as you opened the door of the taxi.

“You sure?” The guy said while taking your wrist.

“Jackson, it’s fine.” You flinched, pulling your hand and smiled awkwardly. “See y’all tomorrow!”

“I insist, you’re not walking straight.” 

The drinking and hanging out with a few of your co-workers was unplanned, but since it was the director’s birthday, she decided to treat some food, which turned into drinking session. You were glad that you did not end up getting too much drink as one of your co-workers who threw up in the restaurant. You were not even close to being drunk at all, just feeling a bit dizzy, it was normal for you, so in your mind it was not needed whatsoever for your persistent co-worker to accompany you home. Thankfully, Jackson did not say anything during the whole ride, making the situation less awkward. Truthfully you just felt awkward towards the lad since almost all of your co-workers kept saying that he liked you. You couldn’t see yourself together with him at all. Sure, he was handsome and all, too handsome maybe in your opinion, but he was also too flirty, which made you uncomfortable. 

The taxi stopped and It was almost 2 in the morning when you arrived at your apartment. Jackson again, insisted on accompanying you until you were safely inside your apartment unit, even though you kept saying that it was unnecessary. 

“Alright, this is my place.” You said, stopping in front of your door. “Thank you, you should really go home now it’s already late.”

“You sure? I can take you to your room if you want.” The guy smiled.

“No, seriously, Jackson, it’s alright…” You were getting really annoyed by how persistent the guy was.

“Can you keep it down?”

There he was. With his dark red hair that looked shorter from the last time you saw him. Did he get a haircut? His shoulder tattoos, that were showing because of his oversized sweater. His usual grumpy bear face, and this time, you saw the absence of his lip piercing. Even for just being at home, this man still looked like he just came out from a cyberpunk movie.

“Ah, sorry.” Jackson slightly bowed his head. “I’m going home then, I’ll text you when I get home.” 

“Sure…” You rolled your eyes when the guy was already out of sight.

The guy had already locked his door when you grabbed your doorknob to open it. Rummaging through your bag, your heart skipped a beat, realizing that you had left your keys in your office. Great! Now I’m gonna sleep in front of my doorstep and go to work tomorrow while smelling like a drunken hobo. Fantastic!

Fifteen minutes into sitting down and having a headache, while looking like a loser, you began to feel sleepy. Just when you were finding a way to rest your back on the door, the sound of your neighbor’s unlocking his front door was heard. 

From the looks of it, it seemed like he was about to have a smoke, judging by the pack of red Marlboro in his hand. The look on his face was insulting when he saw you sitting down on your doorstep like an idiot. 

“Miss, are you drunk?” He asked, surprisingly giving a damn about his surrounding. 

“No, I left my keys in my office...” You slumped down. 

The man rolled his eyes and sighed. “Are you okay being like that or do you wanna rest on my couch?”

“For real?” You asked, almost not believing what you had just heard. 

“Hurry before I change my mind.” He opened his door and entered before you. 

As soon as you stepped in his apartment, you were no longer feeling sleepy. Bright colors hit your sight like a car crash. There were several paintings hanging on the wall that seemed handmade, and some small figurines here and there. The amount of blue rose used as decoration was crazy that you could had mistaken him as a florist. His whole apartment room looked like an art exhibition. Without realizing, your hand instantly moved up to touch one of the paintings that he had hanged. 

“Don’t.”

“Ah... S-sorry, it just looks so pretty.” 

“It’s better for you to just sleep, the more you look around, the more you’ll get freaked out.” He said sternly. 

“Freaked out? I feel like I’m in an art museum right now!” 

He didn’t reply for a moment, so you thought he was just not gonna respond to that, or maybe simply not into keeping the conversation alive, but he opened his mouth before entering his bedroom. 

“Good then, if it doesn’t bother you.” Was all he said before closing the door behind him. 

Now, how do you sleep again?

**

The sound of your usual phone alarm rang and woke you up. The slight pain in your back caused by sleeping on the couch was very noticeable, awaking your sleepy head self immediately. Cooked pancake and a hint of cigarette? You didn’t know since when did you became so good at detecting scents. 

And so you got up, taking your feet to what seemed like the kitchen. You could hardly tell because how poorly dimmed the room was. 

“H-Hey! Why are you smoking while cooking? Is that even safe?!” 

The man didn’t seem to be bothered and kept cooking his pancakes.

“Alright, thanks for the help last night, I’m gonna go now...” 

“Do you... want some breakfast?”

That took you by surprise. “Cigarette flavored pancakes?” You giggled. 

It seemed like he almost laughed too, but immediately took a huff on his cigarette. “Yeah, if you wanna call it that.”

“I saw that!” You pointed out as you sat down, still giggling. 

“What.”

“Nothing!” You smiled. How friendly he actually was made you feel relieved. “Thanks for the breakfast.”

It was pleasing how the grumpy bear looking guy was actually a lot nicer than what you thought he was. More lesson on why you should never judge the book by its cover. 

“Alright, I really can’t thank you enough now.” You said, wiping your lips clean. “I’m gonna head out now. It’s really nice to finally meet you properly, uhh...”

“Minho.”

“Ah yeah, thank you Minho!” You offered your hand to shake and introduced your name as well. 

It took him a while, but eventually he shook your hand. Without a word, he simply walked to the door and opened it for you. 

“I owe you one. Let me know if you need anything!” You waved before making your way out. 

“Yeah, whatever.” 

“Actually,” You said, stopping midway. “I really like your paintings…”

“Really.” He said in a monotone voice, but there was a tiny hint of sparkle in his eyes. “You wanna see more… next time?”

“I can?!” You widened your eyes in disbelief.

The redhead only shrugged, a small curve crept on the edge of his lips for a second, before going back to his usual expression.

“Sunflower?” You voiced out your thoughts as the scent of his perfume found its way into your nostrils. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like a creep it’s just that your perfume’s really strong and I— uhh...” 

“Creep.” He chuckled. 

“H-Hey!”

Seeing him smiling really brought you into a good mood and you had no idea why. 

**

Some days passed and you continued on living your life as usual. Eventually, as you grew closer by sharing the same interest with your neighbor, now you had one additional thing added to your life. Some nights, instead of going out for a smoke at late night, Minho, who apparently preferred to be called Mino, went to your apartment to teach you how to paint. Or, you visiting his place instead to simply watch him paint, which was mesmerizing in your defense. Or sometimes when you both just needed the company. He learned that you worked for a fashion magazine, you learned how he actually also had interest in fashion, and would occasionally ask you about the clothes he wore, which you recently found out, was altered by him. Apparently, Mino had his paintings and sculptures commissioned by tons of people, and that was kinda his source of income. The guy never fancied the spotlight too much, but a man still gotta eat, so there was that. 

You loved how passionate he was when he talked about art. He just turned into a very talkative man and would argue without hesitation. You also learned that he wore his perfumes based on his mood. Sunflower when he was feeling good and Rose on the blue days. Lately, he had been wearing sunflower a lot. 

Mino was not exactly a very open book, but rather, if he were a book, he would be a mystery one that got more excited the more you read it. 

**

It was your day off and you decided to stay at home. The pleasure of just watching horror movies and eating snacks at night was just the right thing for you in your leisure. Thirty minutes into watching, out of the blue, you heard your doorbell rang. At first your mind immediately went to Mino, but you remembered how he would always knock instead of ringing the bell. Tiptoeing, you peeked at the peephole and were shocked to see who was outside. 

Jackson, seemingly drunk.

At first you were hesitating, but you opened the door anyway. “Jackson, you can’t just come without telling me first…”

“Can I come in?” He said with sloppy voice.

To say the truth, you didn’t want to let him in, but you felt a little bit bad for the guy.

“Alright, let me help you.” You put his arms over your shoulder and took him to sit down on your sofa. “I’ll grab some water, just rest your head.”

“Wait.” He grabbed your wrist. “I don’t need water.”

“Yes you do, so just—“

“I need you.” Jackson suddenly said, pulling your wrist harder, making you fell down on his lap.

“Look, I’m so sorry but I don’t feel the same way. I’m sure there’re plenty of girls out there—“

“Shut up.” 

Before giving the chance for you to react, he already grabbed you by the head and forced you into a kiss. You were struggling to pull back as you could already feel his tongue pushing in. When you managed to push him, his expression was furious. You had never seen Jackson like this before. It was like his perfect handsome face just transformed into a demon. 

And then it clicked on your head. 

The guy did not even reek alcohol at all.

“You’re not even drunk aren’t you?” You looked at him in disgust.

That was it. Jackson snapped and stood up. He pulled you by your arm and threw you on the sofa violently. 

“You’ll give in eventually.” He said before tightly pinning your hands with one hand against the armrest.

Out of your reflexes, you screamed. It sure did not lasted that long because the bastard already silenced you with his mouth. At this point, he already had his other hand under your shirt. Tears started to flow on your cheeks as all you could think for some reason, was a certain man with red hair. 

Speaking of him…

A loud bang sound of the door being closed in a rush came from next door. Your front door was locked, but Minho just entered your apartment like there was no problem. The tiny smoke from your doorknob, did not caught anyone’s eyes. Mino didn’t even seem like he moved any muscle when he took Jackson by his back collar and threw him to the floor. Jackson moaned in pain, in fact, he sounded too much in pain for someone who only got thrown on very short distance. 

And that was when you saw the smoke.

It came from both of Jackson’s collar and Mino’s right hand.

“Holy shit! What the fuck are you?! I’m calling the fucking cops on you!!!” Jackson whined, still patting the back of his neck, trying to put out the small fire.

“Sure, and I’ll tell them you just tried to rape an innocent woman.” 

Mino’s eyes were eyes cold, ironically. He simply stood there looking at Jackson, waiting for his reaction. There was still specks of fire floating around his hands, as if he was ready to attack in any second. Didn’t take too long before the guy started running away like a chicken, with his now nonexistent back collar.

When Mino turned to you, you were already crying. Not because of how scared you were, but of how grateful and thankful you were of him. Even when it turned out that he was probably not even human, you could not care less. He bent down and hugged you tightly, so tightly that you could feel his heartbeat racing. You just cried and didn’t know what to say. He seemed like he was also lost of words, only his hands caressing your back softly, trying to calm you down.

“Are you okay?” He said right after breaking the hug.

“Yeah.” You sniffed.

“Are you… scared of me?”

You shook your head in disagreement and took his hands in yours. “Does it hurt when you do that?”

“No… I’m just so angry right now you have no idea.” He leaned his head on your shoulder.

You smiled as you feel the butterflies in your stomach. “You still smell good even when you don’t have any perfume on.” A giggle left your mouth. 

The guy turned tense and looked at you for a second, before turning away. A shy blush crept on his cheeks. Another expression you did not know he had.

“Don’t say that.”

“Why?” You cheekily smiled, followed by a quick stollen peck on his lips.

“Y-You…”

“What?” You eyed him playfully. 

“Dear Hephaestus, forgive me for I’m about to sin…” He sighed before kissing you back.

“You owe me a good explanation after this.” You said, breaking the kiss for a second before locking them back again.

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UGH Tumblr got rid of the divider line and now I’m just pissed of how unorganised this post look!!! lol

Feels good to be back after a while, I’ll probably start making more soon, but can’t promise y'all for regular updates cause i’m busy :(

Thank u very much for reading! 💖💖💖

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Flashback pt 2

Silas pressed his back against the building, a shaky hand pushing his hair back as he watched Fallon carve a ring with how much he was pacing back and forth. “I-I can’t live here, Silas. First there’s the whole thing of if I meet my child self, one of us dissapears, I can’t have that, I don’t remember what I looked like as a kid i’m FUCKED. And-and having to go through certain historical things again? I mean i’d... always be correct and I could... well I could be a profit for a couple of years that’d be nice. B-but I mean there’s a ton of shitty things too, like uh... FUCK I can’t remember-” “Fallon, you’re freaking ME out. We... ok uh well if this was a time travel thing there’s gotta be some way we got  here. What’s the last thing you remember, you’re the sci-fi fan.” “Horror, i’m the horror fan, Sci-fi is different. Though...” Fallon stopped, hand going to his chin. “We touched that picture. It was of that concert thingy. So what we just... go to the concert?” “Uh... maybe?” He shrugged “That or... find that same photo and touch it. That’d make sense I guess but that means we’d have to find that photo and god knows how we’ll that’d go. We’d have to find Dom or whoever took that photo. I mean fuck I guess we’d just have to go to every little party would could find-” Fallon stuttered, cutting himself off as Silas pulled the photo from his pocket. “You still have it. That-that’s great! We just gotta stare at that and see if we can gather where that was taken!” “Says where it was taken.” “What?” “No yeah it says so, it’s kinda dried up and rubbed out but it says on the front... uh... ‘The Silo? The... Solo?’” Fallon’s eyebrows raised as he raced forward and yanked the photo from Silas’ hands. “The Solo? I swear there was a place downtown that’d i’d drive pass sometimes called that. Had a big sign out front and I always made jokes about that’d how i’d be when everyone was partying and dating... I.. I think I know where that is actually.” “Well that’s our best shot! We gotta get there now, I mean, we’re downtown right now! Oh my god, this could be our ticket back Fal, MOVE!” Silas began to push Fallon forward, the two of them beginning to sprint towards their only chance to get back to their time. It didn’t take long, a couple of blocks until hey found The Solo, and from the sounds inside, it was lively. The lights inside were bright, almost blindingly so. And the music was some instrumental version of a song that Silas hadn’t heard in years. “You think this’ll work? I mean... what do we do?” Silas yelled over the music “Find Dom? I don’t know, just... be here? I don’t know what rules this thing plays by there’s like a million tropes that could be going on right now!” Fallon screeched back, covering his ears as he took a seat, ordering a drink. “So I guess... look for someone who’d hate this scene and if they got that sour face and stupid... fucking slicked back hair we go and ... touch him- that sounds wrong.” The waiter gave him a look as he handed the two their drinks before scuttling away, earning a frustrated raise of a hand from Fallon. “Oh shut up, it’s 202- no it’s not it’s like 2000′s something...Either way shut the fuck up and mind your own business...” “Don’t swear at the waiter, man. He’s just doing his job and maybe had a rough day. Honestly he probably wasn’t even listening we probably look weird. Like from the future.” Silas explained, earning his own glare from Fallon. “We aren’t spacemen Silas, I think we blend in pretty ok. Maybe not the best if someone checked our pockets or knew the exact clothes we were wearing but we aren’t looking like the freaking Jetsons.” “I... I suppose. You seeing anything?” “Lights, people... couple of chairs, tables...No Dom though.” As they both went to sip their drinks the girl that was singing into the mic finished her song. A few people in he dark clapped as he gave a little drunk smile and raced back to her group of friends who were cheering the loudest, giving her praise as the went to the bar to fetch more drinks. An awkward pause filled the air as no music played, and a man slowly made his way to the small stage in the dimly lit establishment. Even from the back of the place the two could tell he was dressed rather radically. Ripped up white shirt, obviously too small by the way a thin line of stomach was showing despite being pulled all the way down. A pair of ripped up jeans, also yanked a bit lower then probably should be, complete with some hoodie our outer jacket tied around his waist. Dirty blonde hair a mess of wet, messy curls in front of his face, hiding his eyes as he grabbed the mic in his hands, a visible tattoo showing on one of his wrists. And then the music began to play. A loud familiar thumping beat that made Fallon laugh, his head dipping down a bit as he gestured to the stage with a hand. “Closer? Nine Inch Nails? Wow haha ok freaking... freaking edgelord. Sex fiend... haha... god.” But Silas wasn’t laughed, instead his eyes were narrowed to the stage, a pale color coming to his face and the lights began to flicker and the man began to sing. A deep, rumbling voice came from he man as he held the stand tight to his body, the mic right up against his lips. And in an instant the two man became ice cold. Fallon was mid sip, and now the soda that was previously in his mouth was emptying on the table below him. With a shaky gasp he breathed in the soda, causing him to began to cough and spatter hard, making the man on stage give him an awkward glance as he sang. “Nononono... NO... no? No.” Fallon gasped only for Silas to give a slight whisper in return “He has the chin, Fal, he has the chin.” “No... NO he doesn’t no he doesn’t!” He raised his head once more, focusing on he mans face. Even in he dim lights he could see the dimple of his chin, he same dimple that Dom had. The hair, the chin, the voice. This man strutting on stage, singing seductively as he pressed his hips against the mic stand, was the same man that not a few years later would be a CEO of a company, walking around in suits and clean apartments, acting like some crotchy tightwad, at least in the eyes of Fallon. “Christ he even has a tongue piercing... a... w...Dom doesn’t have a tattoo though, that guy has a tattoo on his ... wr...wrist where... dom... has the...wa-watch.” They both sat in silence, watching him dip on stage, digging his hand in his pocket and beginning to seductively run a finger along his face, a trail of glitter following where his finger once was. And in the darkness, and through the lights. Silas and Fallon could make out the distinct flash of a camera. “That’s Dom...”

[bowie-boy]

What is a costume you would like to own ? ( I want a Spiderman and a Deadpool one - #nerd4life ) ; Would you ever dye your hair / pierce any part of your body / get a tattoo? What would it be and where? ; Would you like me to send you a list of a freaking ton of good shows, cartoons, books, etc ? ; What is your favorite food or foodS if there are a lot of them? ; From 1 to 10 how gay are you ? ( this one is always fun to answer to) ; What weird or obsessive fictional crushes did you have asa kid

Lucas you’re such a lovely human being

A Spider-Man costume would be a dream come true for me as well. I’d also kill to have some Game of Thrones armor or something. Or really just any X-Men costume.

Once I move out of my parents’ house, I’ll probably pierce one of my ears. That sounds like such a good look. I’ve never really been one for tattoos, but if I had to get one, it’d be a lightning bolt on my right ankle. I’ve also played with the idea of dyeing my hair a dusty light blue? Not sure whether I’d really want to or not.

I would LOVE a list of good stuff!!!! No guarantee I’ll get to all of them any time soon but good recs are always accepted by me.

My favorite food of all time would have to be crab with some lemon and butter sauce. That is the absolute best. I’m a really seafood person, so salmon, crab, shrimp, etc., are all favorites of mine.

I am at least 8/10 gay. I’m mostly into guys, but I’m still bi, so girls are great too 💕

Oh God, crushes. I was hardcore into Hugh Jackman for a while, that kind of stuck. I don’t know if you’ve heard of My Babysitter’s a Vampire, but Ethan? He did it for me in third grade. Definitely David Tennant in Doctor Who and Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester on Supernatural. I actually met Jensen and got a photo with him at a con, almost passed out lmao