#not gonna tag this with black cat bc i feel bad for being such a hater its not even that vad tbh

[itoendme]

comparing vinland saga to everything under the sun bc my brain refuses to think about anything else pt i dont even know anymore

Some obvious parallels can be drawn between Vinland Saga and the 2004 anime Black Cat, a show that has similar themes about the futility of violence and revenge. I watched black cat a long time ago, but, when I was thinking about the parallels, I rewatched the first couple of episodes to refresh my memory.

To put it rather bluntly, black cat was trying to be what vinland saga is. When I put aside all the nostalgia I have for it, it kind of falls flat. while i think thorfinn is one of the best and most complex characters in all of anime, train (aside from having a very stupid name) sort of fails as a character because his development doesn’t make sense. let me explain.

thorfinn and train both lose parents at a young age, and are raised in an environment that causes them to become desensitized to violence. however, while thorfinn is forced to leave the battlefield when he is sold into slavery, train chooses to leave his life if violence behind him… except he doesn’t really. train gives up his weapon in an attempt to force the option of killing out of his life, but fails spectacularly as he gets it back only like a day later, and continues to find ways to justify hurting and killing people.

the main difference between thorfinn and train is that, while thorfinn is tormented by his past and the guilt he feels for sacrificing other people’s lives for his own personal goals, train looks towards the future and honestly seems to feel no remorse for all the lives he has taken. everything train does is for his own personal gain, yet it is portrayed by the series as a redemption. Thorfinn’s development is prompted by the events of the story, and it is only after he is off the battlefield that he is able to look at it from a new perspective. In train’s case, he chooses to leave chronos of his own accord, after saya prompts him to think about how he wants to move forward with his life. However, train’s desire to change his lifestyle at this point in the story is curious, as he continues to live as a sweeper with no qualms, and he even goes on to kill multiple people after this ‘revelation’ that killing people isn’t good. Like they try to make out that he’s had character growth when he hasn’t really grown at all. Being able to choose who he thinks it’s okay to kill instead of killing whoever he’s told doesn’t really make him a better person. Honestly it makes me sad because he had potential to be a good character. He had the potential to be thorfinn, but he just fell so, so flat.

i dont want to talk too much about world building because obviously vinland saga is set in the real world and black cat is set in a fictional one, but the politics in the black cat universe just make zero sense. chronos makes no sense as an organization. how do they have so much money when all they really do is kill people without even collecting a bounty? they own the economy but somehow no one knows anything about it? they run the world and are above the government but there’s only one location? no international branches or anything? we need better world building PLEASE

sorry had to rant there. moving on, i want to talk about more character parallels because askeladd and creed serve a similar purpose in their respective stories. They both kill someone close to the main character, leading the main characters to seek revenge. However, there is one glaring difference: the fact that thorfinn is clearly more obsessed with askeladd than askeladd is with him. while askeladd sees thorfinn as sort of wasted potential compared to thors and just uses him as a tool to do his dirty work because he can, creed is /obsessed/ with train. its no question that creed is more obsessed with train than train is with him, which is a little weird, because creed literally killed train’s kind-of-girlfriend, and train sort of seems to forget about it for long periods of time and only seems to care when he’s reminded of the evdntd or when creed is right in front of him, whereas the only reason creed has to be obsessed with train is that he’s good at killing people. (sorry that was a crazy run-on sentence but this is my self-indulgent tumblr blog, not a literary journal.) thorfinn and askeladd’s relationship makes sense because the characters emotions align with their actions. thorfinn is angry because askeladd took the thing he loved most in the world, his father, away from him, and he dedicates his life to killing askeladd because he isn’t ready to let go of thors. askeladd shows admiration for thors, and when he sees thorfinn walk willingly into the environment thors died to keep him away from, he is disappointed with thorfinn, and decides to use thorfinns hatred for him to his own advantage, because he knows thorfinn wont give up. this relationship between them develops gradually in the eleven years they spend together until it gets to the point where thorfinn admits that he no longer hates askeladd, and askeladd, on his deathbed, actively encourages thorfinn to do something more productive with his life. In contrast, the relationship between train and creed doesn’t delelop at all, and, as i previously mentioned, they way they feel about each other doesn’t particularly align with the actual events of the story. the power dynamics are also insanely different. askeladd undoubtedly holds power over thorfinn, using thorfinn’s own motivation against him. askeladd is so good at manipulating thorfinn that, no matter how strong thorfinn got, he was never able to defeat askeladd in a fight. contrarily, in black cat, train holds power over creed. creed basically spends the entire series simping for train, and train continually refuses to give him the time of day, despite the fact that (and i need to reiterate this) CREED KILLED HIS GIRLFRIEND. train should not be the one with power in this relationship. if he truly hated creed, creed would be able to use that against him, giving him the upper hand. Thorfinn’s character development is gradual and clearly shown, whereas train’s priorities sort of just change on a whim. He doesn’t really develop he just suddenly changes with no real indication, or there’s an implication of ‘the character development happened during a time skip’ which vinland saga also does, but, in vinland saga, the motivation for change is clear and believable. train is an enigma, and not in a good way. He doesn’t make sense. He had the potential to be interesting but then his entire character went to shit because the writers failed to develop him properly. maybe it would have been better if it weere a longer show and there was more time to explain the development. i also know that the manga is slightly different, but i haven’t read it, so maybe everything makes more sense in that, but the anime feels like a half-assed attempt at a complex show.

honestly a lot of the time i shy away from media with ‘good messages’ because it can often feel preachy. and in truth, vinland saga can get a bit preachy sometimes, especially in the vinland colonization arc. what i like so much about vinland saga is not the messages it conveys, but how it conveys them. i think vinland saga is good because there’s a compelling storyline with complex and well-developed characters which it uses to convey its themes. in black cat, the characters and the word are severely underdeveloped, which makes the story fail to convey anything. as a disclaimer, i didnt intend to hate on black cat so much when i started thinking about this, i just got really heated. this was supposed to be an analysis of why vinland saga works so well, but I guess im just a hater at heart.

in any case, just another unhinged rant for the books.

[neonstatic]

got tagged by braddy @rmnu hi mongi!!!!

1. Are you named after anyone? i was named after both my parents. i'm lowkey a jr c: i would add junior to my name list if i didn't already know a few...

2. When was the last time you cried? the day of my last driving lesson? my teacher was being super cold to me and i'm ridiculously sensitive so i came out of there feeling terribly down. haven't been to my lessons since teehee

3. Do you have kids? nope.

4. What sports do you play/have you played? i've done one year of soccer, didn't rly like it, then basketball from middle school to first year of high school. had to stop bc i was entering a program by my 2nd year and i needed to focus. i was not a super good shot but i did a solid defense

5. Do you use sarcasm? i've been told before that i am Mayor of Sarcasmtown. take that however you want

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone? their eyes, i guess?

7. Eye color? dark brown, look very black. (yes, i am His favourite)

8. Scary movies or happy endings? scary movies with happy endings?... ok that's a lie. i love scary movies w ambiguous or bad endings.

9. Any talents? i draw pretty well? i wouldn't say i'm talented tho. i have skills. is a talent just an advanced skill?

10. Where were you born? qc, canada

11. Hobbies? jewelry making, esp beadwork. drawing. playing video games. i'm learning to sew but veeery slowly...just doing small projects. my biggest accomplishment is a carebear backpack. she needs some fixing tho

12. Any pets? no :c i wanted a cat in the future but i developed an allergy 2 yrs ago ;c woe is me

13. Height? 148cm / 4'10

14. Favorite school subject? hmmm ethics and culture was always fun. we'd call our teacher jesus cus he looked the part. i also liked english, art and music.

15. Dream job? as a kid, i wanted to be a therapist with a side-job as an author... in a perfect world rn i'd have a phd or bac in psych but work as a screenwriter.

i'm told i should tag 15 ppl but idk that i know 15 ppl? so i'm not even gonna try :D you're it!!! @satanasgf @vibrantlifeboringdeath @heftbyjapanesebreakfast @gayopinion @medium-guy @dyke-uncle @batboybisexualism no pressure ofc xx

[ginbenci]

a get to know you better meme

tagged by @mightymightygnomepriest

do you make your bed? in winter yes, in summer rarely (the difference between 7 carefully layered blankets and one (1) light cotton sheet)

what’s your favourite number? in my early teens, 13, because it's supposed to be unlucky and I was perverse and enjoyed being Special. ...Now.... I don't really do favourite anythings. Numbers are good as they are, and whether I like them or not. I'm fond of 12, being the smallest abundant number, and also of 70, being the smallest weird (an abundant number that is not, unlike twelve, pseudoperfect). but this is a ramanujan moment (nothing's boring, you just don't know what makes it cool)

what is your job? I work in tech law!

If you could go back to school would you? eugh. for what, and who's paying?

can you parallel park? Legally, no! (i, ah, need to level up my license before it lapses [again]). Practically, probably--i could a decade ago?

a job you had that would surprise people? knife selling

do you think aliens are real? OOOOOOH do you want to hear my semi-complex theory involving the metallicity of stars???? it's highly relevant

can you drive a manual car? ...

what’s your guilty pleasure? matcha ice cream. the guilt accrues because i KNOW i will forget about it in my freezer after eating one serving and the rest will go bad 😭 but I want the one serving so much!

tattoos? nope, but not for any reason. just never done

favourite colour? why on earth would I have a preference for any specific visible frequency

favourite type of music? blink blink blink

do you like puzzles? yessssssssss. I like doing jigsaws just with my eyes; lovely memory of surveying the pieces of a 1000 piece tall ship one at a cousin's house while cousin watched, seeing a location, identifying the piece, extending my arm, picking it up, and putting the piece in the location without turning, testing, or being wrong. got a holy shit and felt much like a robot

any phobias? nope although I'm not great with going down stairs or escalators. but that's bc my balance is, historically, abysmal 🤣

favourite childhood sport? badminton? basketball maybe? not T-ball [I had a long-running inarticulable T-ball related crisis of the soul --- it's on a stand, if I miss it it would be so much more embarrassing than if someone threw it at me, it's right there --- and of course the best way to resolve this would be to practice, but no, I preferred to weep copiously every time I went up to bat, for reasons no one could discern, until they gently steered me away from home plate and I sat out]

do you talk to yourself? i joke that part of the reason I don't have an inner monologue is because it's an outer monologue

what movie(s) do you adore? Some Like It Hot, Bringing Up Baby, Noises Off!, Galaxy Quest, His Girl Friday [alright yes anything with Cary Grant], The Holiday, Wallace and Gromit the Curse of the Were-Rabbit

coffee or tea? yes to both. black coffee, green tea, unless I'm feeling like milk, sugar, honey, cream, herbal teas, chai, decaf--never rooibos though

first thing you wanted to be growing up? I just checked My Life Plan, to be sure. This is written in sparkly black crayon on both sides of a piece of now-faded mint green paper torn from a notepad. The same thing is written on both sides, except that on side A I clearly tried to write my full name (Ginevra), gave up, wrote "Gin", scratched out the excess letters, and added Disguise Scratches on the other side of my name to conceal the mistake. I was 4: Side A also has a couple of attempted spellings of "job", namely "Jod" and much smaller, tentative, "Joj".

Side B, the final draft, says:

Gin / 20 cats / 14 jobs / 8 kids / and 3 / dogs

These were full-time jobs/Jod/Joj, to be clear. One was The Mayor, one a doctor, one an artist, one an astronaut possibly? I didn't actually know 14 professions, but I was gonna keep my options open till I found some more.

I also had a fiancé at age 4. While I managed 14 full-time positions, his sole ambition was to drive the street-sweeping machine.

tagging in, post essay and no pressure: @safelycapricious @draskireis @leymonaide @banananutloaf4life @willidothefandango

[bright-and-burning]

thank u for the tag @monacotrophywife this took. too long to get around to lol

15 questions !!

are you named after anyone? my govie name no but eve yes! it’s my great grandma’s. my dad’s family has a kind of idk policy where your first name is Yours but your middle name is from somebody else. so my siblings and cousins and i have Original Names (not original as in like mackayleigheey just original as in not somebody else’s already. bc believe me some of our names are BASIC) and our middle names are all from grandparents + further back.

when was the last time you cried? i’ve been on the verge of tears a LOOOOOT lately. and i shed like five tears last week. but like Really cried was like january 11th ish when i moved out. i’ve had this stuffed rabbit since i was ~2 and my parents bought a perfect duplicate like the second month id had it bc i was so attached that they were like. we can NOT lose it and not have a backup (despite this i called both the same name). so i packed up one rabbit to take with me to my first solo apartment as a Real Adult and left one in my childhood bedroom. and that fucked me up soooo bad lol like the idea of here’s kid eve and here’s adult eve diverging paths… anyways.

do you have kids? i fuckin better not

what sports do you play/have you played? soccer, taekwondo, dance (ballet and tap for ~10 years) if you count that, running, a little bit of figure skating but like bootleg (aka my dad teaching me or me teaching myself w second hand skates) uhhhh. i feel like im forgetting something. oh gymnastics when i was very small. they had a lot of like, free/reduced cost sports opportunities for poor kids in my city so i’ve done a lot of things lol. owned a lot of second/third/fourth hand sports equipment over the years. if you’re in america (i cannot guarantee this exists anywhere else) and you’re in need of expensive sports equipment for cheap (or you’re looking to donate old sports equipment!) find yourself a play it again sports they came THROUGH for me and my siblings as a bunch of athletic poor kids

do you use sarcasm? frequently irl. probs less so online bc i don’t feel like it carries very well lol

what is the first thing you notice about people? hair!!!!! but otherwise it varies a lot. my favorite way to interact w ppl for the first time is to find something to compliment them on so i’m usually scanning everything to find like, oh they’ve got cool hair, cool tattoos, funky shoes, a fun patterned scrunchie, whatever.

what is your eye color? i Technically have heterochromia. but mostly green, i just have one solid brown stripe across my left eye

scary movies or happy endings? i don’t like Most Horror in general (tho i do fuck with a psychological thriller or black comedy movie a la the menu or last night in soho) so i’m gonna say happy endings

any talents? is it rude to say lots. lol. painting is probably my most “surprising” one. i can also still passably tap dance despite it being nearly 10 years since i stepped foot in a real studio. speed reading is another one; for some novels (shoutout pratchett for writing the world’s most readable and engaging novels) i was averaging like 550 wpm

where were you born? los angeles, baby. city of angels. la la land. tinseltown. etc

what are your hobbies? i am very good at picking up new hobbies and very bad at sticking with them for very long (until i get reinvested for like three weeks before dropping again etc). right now probably baking is the big one? writing. i’m trying to get back into painting this week actually!! we’ll see if i succeed

do you have any pets? my apartment is unfortunately pet free :( but my family pets are WONDERFUL. i have a dog who is a pitbull-corgi-mutt (so literally picture a corgi butt, legs, and the floppy baby corgi ears, plus a fat pitbull body, skull, and smile), and an orange cat :)

how tall are you? 5’0 on a good day

favorite subject at school? MATH!!!!! god bless math everybody. i had optional math homework in high school and sometimes when i was really annoyed w my other work i would procrastinate by doing the optional math work lol

dream job? i mean if anyone wants to step up and be my patron so i can oil paint photorealistic fabric folds all day… no but uhh what i do rn is my “realistic” dream job. my unrealistic but still technically feasible dream job is sports analytics. and my totally infeasible and impossible dream job is Art.

i’m gonna be honest i am so deeply behind on this that i think everyone has done it already. but if you haven’t and you’d like to, please consider yourself tagged <3

[gracegrove]

Play the game of ask

I was tagged by @imsodishy

1. Are you named after anyone? yes, first name. my mother named me after her favorite actress, Jessica Tandy. and my middle name, all women on my mom's side are given french middle names (family tradition/heritage thing). my middle name is after my great-maternal aunt,

2.When was the last time you cried? maybe a week or two ago???

3.Do you have kids? do pets count? if not, nope.

4.Do you use sarcasm a lot? on the daily. it's my love language.

5.What sports do you play/have played? i played peewee tee-ball at age 5. i sent a boy to the hospital on my first day 😎. i hit the ball straight into his gut... he shouldn't have been standing on the pitcher's mound if it's tee-ball. i tried out for softball in high school, but my school was a heavy competitor in their division rank and wouldn't take me because i hadn't been playing constantly all the way... they chose a different girl over me and lost the whole season (which made me gleefully happy bc she couldn't catch a ground ball to save her life). 👀 i get a tad petty when i'm bitter... lol. i didn't do much else except be super competitive in PE, also took ballroom dance (non-competitively). I picked up Ballroom again briefly in college for a semester, and then picked up Crossfit, and I've stuck with Crossfit since 2015, with only a brief break because of the pandemic years. So most of what I do is weight lifting, some endurance training, light to moderate gymnastic work, and power lifting. I just wanna be Mighty Mouse.

6.What’s the first thing you noticed about other people? Eyes/Facial expressions and tone of voice. I have a good/bad habit of sizing people up pretty immediately, and I don't tend to deviate from my initial opinions of people. They say you shouldn't judge people (don't judge a book...) but I got taken advantage of so many times as a kid by being altruistic and trying to push past initial feelings of why I didn't like someone. So if I don't immediately like someone... that's pretty much it. I don't engage more than I have to.

7.Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings, scary movies give me too much cognitive dissonance lol.

8.Any special talents? 😅 well i can do my cat's version of the bird chatter thing. so if i can't find him in the house, and he won't come when i call him, i'll make the chittering noises and then he comes running thinking i found birds.

9.Where were you born? Salt Lake City, UT, USA

10.What are your hobbies? Netflix binging, reading, writing (when I'm not dying writing for school), and picking back up artsy stuff now after a long while so thank you fandom buddies.

11. Was skipped so… I’m just gonna say the song I’m listening to right now, which is Figure 8 by Peach Pit

12.Do you have any pets? Cus (because he's a 'cuss'), my black lab (the moocher, but also baby). Smokey, my grey cat (the asshole in residence). Tucker, my beige/blonde tabby cat (the baby). All boys.

13. How tall are you? 5′2, es muy poquita.

14. Favorite subject in school? history, psychology, anatomy/zoology (if we're talking back in high school days)

15. Your dream job? Actress

16. Eye color? grey/stormy blue

no pressure tags anyone who's interested @oneshortdamnfuse @adelacreations @bigdumbbambieyes @chrisbitchtree @every-dayiwakeup

[sillycyan]

There is so many things I want to start as hobbies and what not, but they are way too expensive to truly dive into.. SO INSTEAD IM GONNA LIST EM + go on random side rants

TLDR: Take care of ferrets, skateboard, biker, art, vtuber, open sticker shop, collect manga and figures, scriptwriter, and learn Russian.

I definitely want ferrets in the far future. There has been hours on hours of research and planning to make it happen (ᗒᗣᗕ) This is something that does have to wait a few years when I’m financially stable and sticking to things in the house.

Skateboarding.. I have a board, but it’s a very DOOKIE one so around this month I’m gonna stop by a shop for a new one. The main problem here is that I live in a city so there is really no places to skate around and I already feel judged just being outside.. Imagine me on a skateboard??? I’m dying??

Hear me out on this one.. BIKER.. I recently have been really looking into motorcycles and when I do move out of the city (x_x) I’d truly rather be on a bike then in a car for reasons I will NOT explain. Cost wise it’s pricey, will have to be long term, and 100% is being my whole personality

I have been drawing on and off for a few years but with that I can’t trust myself to turn it into something serious as I have already quick multiple times for months to years at a time. I already own a drawing tablet, you not catching me on paper, and I already have a start. With art I feel forced to start commissions because it’s already so pressured to make money off it and that ruined the fun for me.

I want to stream as a vtuber soo badd!!! I already have a model now and plan to stream on my own time, but I’d love to be in an actual agency. Ofc I probably won’t be good enough for any because IM BLACK and it’s impossible to even get into any big names with that factor without being forced under a white and/or japanese persona… but it’s worth a shot yk?? Half throwing shade at the main vtuber agencies bc holy the racism in the community alone is horrible D:

Very sadly I got all the boring hyperfixations so I weirdly wish I could start a little sticker shop (-_-) Just for very cute random sticker sheets.. I collect stickers because it’s fun even though I haven’t use them because I don’t like to decorate my items with colors. Weirdly ties into how I’m a minimalist and I should never have kids because they would be the iconic “sad beige baby” GOD FOR BID I HAVE A GIRL oh my god they will never see the color pink ever (helps the color stereotypes ig)

Reallyyy REALLY want to collect manga. There are a few series I really just want to own and read SO IMA LISTEN EM HEHHE.. Banana Fish (own 1-9), Goodnight PunPun, Vagabond, A Girl on the Shore, Blood on the Tracks, Doomsday With My Dog, Chainsaw Man, Dandadan, Doubt, A Man and His Cat, and other names I’m not abt to remember..

Along with collecting manga I would love to collect figures, just a good few anime and game ones. Then just a whole bunch of Miku, but I’m stopping the blue aesthetic for my area and changing it to GREEN.. Really want the Banana Fish and Little Nightmares figured soo badd!!!!3!:?:!(:&36:

I cant drop too many details but.. scriptwriter.. I just think I could sit down and do that. NOT DROPPING SPECIFICS BC ITS EMBARRASSING SOO NEXTTT

Not sure if I can count this here, but I really want to talk time to learn Russian..? Show I’m fixated on and have been for years is in Russian and holy it made me wanna learn so baddd RAAAHHHHH

Just dropped 10 because no one is reading allat NOT EVEN I.. so if yew did read everything then helloo :))) I’m not gonna reread through nothing so sorry if it had bad spelling or grammar.. Rants don’t got time for allat

time to add a bunch of tags in relation to EVERYTHING update: not doin allat

[wellfell]

CHARACTER STATS.

layer 001 ;   the outside.

 ─   name ; akina mori

 ─   eye color ; bright brown , brighter in sunlight

 ─   hair style / color ; black 🖤 smooth and with bangs on her forehead . often left free .

 ─   height ; 5' 4"

 ─   clothing style ; small things . short skirts and short shirts on her upper half and big big boots on her feet . she also likes fur coats , bright colors , ridiculously childish things in contrast to how she feels and does . it's something between y2k and gothic , loves being stared at so they're probably revealing too .

 ─   best physical feature ; if you ask herself she's gonna say her breasts , and hair . but truth is that i think the first thing people notice about her are her lips , they're so full , they're always red .

layer 002 ;   the inside.

 ─   fears ; tv static . yes i know . also birds , you know anything that flies hsjsiaoa .

 ─   guilty pleasure ; secretly reading people's breakup messages in train .

 ─   biggest pet peeve ; being pRoTeCtEd . even if she needs it sometimes .

 ─   ambitions for future ; akina thought she had no future when her dad was killed and a gun was pointed at her come on . she doesn't think about future she thinks about today , surviving . she's young and future scares her but she's like pfft .

layer 003 ;   thoughts.

 ─   first thought waking up ; quitting her job . whatever she's doing that day . dhjdjs

 ─   they think most about ; you can guess . it's the tape , in her main verse anyway , always thinking that somebody is watching her . but otherwise she's mostly thinking about looking good , Perfect for others .

 ─   what they think about before bed ; if it's cold , whether she wants it or not she thinks about her sister being cold under her grave . or if she sleeps , or if she's there in her room or something , just morbid thoughts . u know .

 ─   what they think their best quality is ; that she never gives up . her stubbornness even though everyone else hates it , she thinks it's her best quality . she goes until the end , she stays until the end .

layer 004 ;   what's better …

 ─   single or double date ? single . don't ask questions . double dates never end well with akina mori .

 ─   to be loved or respected ? loved . reSPECT ? ?? she wants you to want her carnally and her beauty to haunt you and make you want to burn the world .

 ─   beauty or brains ? beauty . she'll say . but she can't put up with stupid people .

 ─   dogs or cats ? c a t s .

layer 005 ;   do they …

 ─   lie ? nah . doesn't sweeten up anything , doesn't try to console you if something is bad she'll say it to your face . but can't say the same about acting and making you think she's a harmless little girl . 💕

 ─   believe in themselves ? yeah .

 ─   believe in love ? yeah ,, sorry .

layer 006 ;   have they ever …

 ─   been on stage ? karaoke with a few friends . it was terrible . her voice is Bad .

 ─   changed who they were to fit in ? akina constantly changes herself to seem less scary and angry so ,, but other than that she's not changed her opinion on something just bc people thought it was better to think that way .

layer 007 ;   favourites.

 ─   color ; red / purple / black

 ─   animal ; cats heh .

 ─   book ; she says she doesn't read much but her favourite book is norwegian wood by haruki murakami

 ─   game ; uh none ? i mean she likes playing tag if that counts dhjsjss .

layer 008 ;   age.

 ─   day their next birthday will be ; sixth of march

 ─   how old will they be ? 27 . she's always 26 in threads but well …

tagged by : @justicism hey ily

tagging : everyone 🔪🔪🔪

[g4rous]

Sunlit memories (Garou x Reader)

tags: slight mentions of blood, no warnings really

words: 1.5 k

notes: this one is slightly longer than the two before bc I had to put in a lot of stuff here lol but anyways aa here it is finally! Tried making it a bit lighthearted <3

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Chapter three

After lazily opening your eyes, pain spread through your head. The blackness from your vision cleared away, leaving a fog in your mind and the painful sensation was the first thing you could register before you felt the cold brick wall you were leaning on.

What just happened? Trying to recall how you got in that position, your eyes trailed to the opposite wall, now realizing you didn’t even remember being in this alley in the first place.

“Yo, you’re awake.”

Looking over at a few large wooden crates, your focus now shifted to the silver-haired teen sitting on top of them. You didn’t even make out a response upon witnessing the injuries behind his torn, black shirt. The puzzle was coming together.

Last sight you remember before going unconscious were the heroes from that mini-market fighting the same person right in front of you now. For a moment you almost thought you were being delirious, yet those wounds only proved your suspicions. Was he the self-proclaimed “Hero Hunter” everyone has been wild about recently?

“So…” he looked at you with an awkward expression, “ you gonna go now or?”

Slightly flinching as you snapped back to reality, now you were left completely perplexed on what to do. On one hand the realization made you feel quite uneasy, but on the other you were safe for some reason, despite getting caught up in the ruckus from before.

“What happened to those guys earlier..?”

“Oh, their bodies are probably still lying face down right around the corner,” he grinned, “if no one found them already, that is.”

However after picking up your distraught expression that boastful tone faded in an instant.

“Hey, hey they’re not dead, jeez quit freaking out.”

You only frowned after giving him a small glare. Your head still ached, although not as strong from a few minutes ago. How long have you been out? Judging by the still-sunset sky it shouldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, much to your relief. The street was still deserted and silent as well.

“Well, thanks for saving my skin back there I guess…” you looked over at his injuries, staggering for a moment after standing up.

“However, you should definitely get those injuries checked out. I think I saw a hospital or something around here somewhere.”

A few seconds passed as he looked at you with a blank stare.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Dude you’re literally bleeding all over.”

“I said I’m fine!-“, he exclaimed only to flinch in pain. “-why are you so worried anyways? Just go home.”

“Talk about stubborn,” you thought to yourself.

Though, on second thought you do see a good reason why he shouldn’t. It’s almost as if you had forgotten that you witnessed him straight up thrash some A-classes. That and all the other questions that piled up still haven’t left your mind, but be as it may now wasn’t the time for overthinking. People must be pursuing him everywhere now, huh?

You leaned against the wall, still contemplating the situation. Water droplets from the roof were the only thing breaking the silence as you both stood there quiet. That is, until you got an idea.

“I don’t plan on talking you into it anymore…” you spoke with a tinge of nervousness, “but I do have some bandages at home. It’ll just be ten minutes until we get there, I give you them and you can leave. I don’t think sitting on those crates until you bleed out is really practical.”

The teen almost reflexively wanted to protest but not a single sentence came out. He really couldn’t think of anything that made your idea sound regrettable, and as much as he hated to admit it he wasn’t in the best shape. You on the other hand felt almost obligated to help him out. Putting aside that shocking realization from earlier, he did watch over you after you got KO’d.

After finally jumping off the crates, he shrugged and put both hands in his pockets.

“Eh, sure.”

You gave a relieved smile before taking a look at the still empty street you were both heading for. The sky turned into shades of amaranthine and bit by bit street lights began illuminating the path. The streets nearing your house weren’t as deserted as the one you woke up in, and occasionally you had to move to a more hidden route. Fortunately you’ve been greeted by your neighborhood cat soon after, indicating the destination- your safe home.

“I don’t think you told me your real name yet, if I may know? I’m y/n by the way.”

“It’s Garou,” he responded after looking around, almost hesitantly.

“So… Why were you doing that today?” you spoke as you reached out for your keys.

“Why does it matter to you?”

“Dunno, you don’t see someone beating up heroes every day.”

Taking a quick glance around your surroundings, you opened the door at last.

“You sure like answering questions with a question, huh?” you gave a tired smile, “ah, I won’t force out any answers from you I guess.”

The lights in the hallway were already open, illuminating the other rooms, some half empty. After all you still had some work to do in the house. Making your way to your room, the bag of trash next to the wall caught your attention briefly. You couldn’t remember the reason you left off in such a hurry, not even throwing it away.

“Well, come in!” you shouted from the other room, “just don’t get any blood on the carpet please.”

But much to your amusement the on-the-outside intimidating man just stood there with a blank expression ever since you stepped into the apartment. You weren’t sure was it politeness or just plain awkwardness but it made you cackle internally.

Even so, after your call he cautiously stepped out to the living room, actually being careful not to dirty the carpet as you told. The room was pleasingly decorated, and even if he didn’t know you it simply radiated with your energy. It was oddly comfortable.

And as you finally stepped out of your room with that first-aid kit, a ring on your doorbell caught you both by surprise. You almost asked yourself whether that’s a hero in front of the door, before your memory got jogged again.

“Well shit.”

You gestured an already alert and intense Garou to step away from the door, to which he only raised an eyebrow.

“Ah…” you whispered, looking over to the side, “I kinda forgot I called a friend over.”

“You remembered just now!?”

“I was knocked out!” you complained, much to his discontent.

What were you supposed to do now? You thought to yourself as your eyes trailed from the door to the teen. The doorbell rang once again as to make the atmosphere grow even more unsteady.

“Guess we have to improvise…”

“You’re joking right?”

“If she saw a beat-up guy jumping out my window I wouldn’t hear the end of it.”

He only rolled his eyes as you went to the door to finally greet your friend, adjusting your shirt along the way.

Frankly, you felt somewhat guilty for roping him in, all bloody and bruised to socialize with your rather concerned friend. Well, who wouldn’t get a little suspicious to see a strange man in their friend’s living room. To make things even more awkward he hadn’t said more than two sentences in the past hour, not that it’s surprising.

“So-,” your friend smiled, desperately trying not to glare at the man’s injuries, “- how did you two become friends?”

“Ah, it’s from that monster incident I told you about earlier,” you smiled back.

“So that’s why he’s so bruised,” she glanced over at him sympathetically, to which he only glared at you deadpan.

“Nothing special.” He spoke in a bluntly before yawning.

“Oh, how come?”

“He delivers stuff!” you exclaimed before any other thoughts came to mind, “sometimes he comes across them there too unfortunately. Poor guy.”

As if his deadpan look couldn’t get any drier.

It was crystal clear he hates being pitied, and you desperately tried not to let out a chuckle because of the ridiculous situation. Truthfully you weren’t even nervous anymore since you let out so many laughs. And your constant teasing only made him talkative since he just had to drop something even more embarrassing for payback, making the evening even more amusing. You didn’t even notice the clock struck midnight already from all the banter.

After saying farewell to your friend, you came back to your living room to see Garou already at the window.

“Looks like you really don’t wanna use the door today huh? Well, way better now than having to explain why some bloody dude jumped out my window earlier,” you grinned, to which he scoffed.

“Pfft, yeah, yeah. Don’t drag me into any more of these things though.”

“Aw, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Well, it better not happen anymore,” he rolled his eyes before flashing a small grin.

“See ya.”

You only gave your small wave before finally closing the window. The apartment was now rather serene, contrasting all the playfulness from earlier. Yet still you couldn’t help but notice that smile caught you by surprise. Nothing like that cocky smirk in battle- this was genuine.

[asmolemmeeatyouout]

Clearing out the drafts so

Random hc’s for the boys

That I don’t wanna even try organise

CW: one non graphic mention of gore

Lucifer has misophonia, he hides it well but does frequently bend/break cutlery because of it.

(Catch Satan chewing as loud as he possibly can)

👾Levia👾chan👾🥺😳😩😖😣🍥😓😥🤢🤢🤮🥉🥉🥉 texts 🐒😈📱 📲 like 👍 🤗💃 this 😊 😊 😊 🥵 🥵😣😣😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭😏😏🤯

(🙌 Yes 🙌 👍 👏 it’s 👋 🙋‍♀️ every 💫 💫 💫 text 🙈 ☺️ 🙈 . 🚫 No 🚫 you 👨 👩 cannot 👅👀👅 make 👉👈👉👈 👁👄👁him 🛑 stop 🛑😈👿😈 ‼️❕‼️🐠 (<Henry)

Will role play as Henry (the fish, specifically) while texting you when he’s too shy to ask you things, the only hint you get is him ending every text like with ALL the fish emojis. If you refer to him as Levi not Henry during this he will SULK.

Calls your texting dry af if you don’t send at LEAST four emojis with every message

The best subtle magic belphie has is his sheets are always crisp and new

Like every night is shaved leg fresh sheets night smooth

His magic only works on his sheets so he sneaks his other washing in with beels the lazy git

Beel knows he just doesn't care

Beel does the most laundry out of the brothers bc he eats in bed CONSTANTLY

(He also eats everything he spills but that's not gonna stop the spaghetti stains- or the punishment from Lucifer when he accidently swallows the sheet too)

Beel once chewed belphies hair in his sleep

This is the main reason the twins have separate beds

If belphies asleep somewhere and wants a cuddle he will just kidnap the nearest person if no ones around, this includes little d’s and lessor demons, his magic will put them to sleep fast enough it can’t be stopped

Asmo’s body changes with trends (its fucked that body types have trends), but the devildom is slower in its trend rotation which is why he’s currently obsessed with the 2000’s esque stature (give 👏 us 👏 fat 👏 asmo 👏! ! !)

Levi has the FATTEST ass around (and cute little love handles and a soft belly, boy sits on his ass all day no way he’s ripped)

(Still has demon strength tho, but his human glamour is much less intimidating than his true demon self (think @waltnut 's form hc’s)

Satan’s whole feather boa getup is literally a cat toy. He wears it to entice cats he knows it’s ugly.

Asmodeus will take and wear your clothing without asking. This includes underwear, I suggest you get a lock for your closet.

Beel has FRECKLESS HES A FUCKING GINGER GIVE HIM FRECKLES OR GIVE ME DEATH DEVS !,!

In line with this, the first time beel went to the human world he burnt tomato red under the sun. He was not aware sunscreen was a thing due to the whole perma night devildom thing.

Stoner! Mammon supremacy

(he also deals coke bc moneeeeyyyy) (lucifer doesn’t care as long as it’s not in the house, drugs aren’t a. Illegal in the devildom, and b. that harmful to demons, it’s also his most respectable way of getting Grimm considering all his other hijinxs)

Asmo once convinced Satan to wear a sexy cat costume for a Halloween party

Satan had a sexual-identity-furry crisis in the bathroom

Devildom clothing isn’t gendered,

Asmodeus has been banned from wearing skirts in professional settings due to uh *coughcough* “accidental” flashing. (The same with crop tops/bras/see-through shirts)

Mammon and lucifer are scary similar in some respects like:

Lucifers receiving love language is physical touch and BOY is he starved. Touch his head and he will full body shudder black out for a second. Most people assume it’s acts of service bc he’s so overworked but that’s his giving, duh. (Try touch his neck and your wrist will be broken before you get close)

It’s why he wears gloves everywhere (also bc scars from the war, but I don’t remember the @ I heard that from first and I don’t wanna steal :) )

Mammon’s receiving love language is also physical touch, lucifer’s pride stops them from helping each other.

Lucifer will mock you if you get too close to his insecurities as a defence mechanism, it’s why mammon refuses to hug him even though they both need it.

Mammon just flat out denies his needs and emotions (partially due to lucifer’s defence response, partly bc him&co being abs assholes)

Mammon and asmo share the same music taste (which is GAY pop -think rina sawagama comme des garçons, Britney, gaga, montero- (I’m sry I don’t know more pop))

Asmodeus is the ‘tell you things that you think are tmi or too personal but actually mean nothing to me’ kind of honestly dishonest so no one knows his true feelings/can hurt him (me too baby !)

Beel is the only brother open about his emotions because he’ll just eat you if you dare make fun of him

Mammon offers beel food on really bad days because he’s too afraid of being mad fun of to just ask for a hug and beel showers anyone that gives him food in affection

Asmodeus LIKES violence, he thinks blood and gore is sexy, but he keeps that side of him very private as to not taint his perfect image and lower his chances of getting laid

(there are rumours and myths about what the avatar of lust likes to do to people who truly piss him off, but they’re so far removed from the Asmodeus everyone knows and loves that no one really believes them. Which is just how asmo likes it)

ALL the boys are obsessed with touching/stroking your neck/nape because there’s so much fragility there and it’s a huge sign of trust for a demon

Mammon is always warm

Levi is always cold (blooded)

When Satan gets really angry, objects near him just burst into flames

Okay I’m done now, thank u for reading !! :)

*** think I tagged the wrong creator gonna go find the right url soz guys !! (But also do check out @decaffeinated-demons they’ve got super cool ideas)

[moonlit-han]

a sweet ride ↠ yang jeongin

genre: bad boy!jeongin, high school au, fluff word count: 3.5k warnings: swearing, mention of smoking & underage alcohol consumption, almost suggestive request: yes (yangomangos, prompt included: “Don’t cry.”) a/n: this one’s for the jeongin enthusiasts~ 

✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio ✧

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every morning as you wait outside your high school for classes to start

you hear the thunder of his motorcycle

it’s loud, mildly obnoxious, and occasionally spits out fumes

but you don’t care

you actually like the sound of the bike and how the vibrations rumble in ur chest

it’s a sleek black and built almost entirely by him: old chassis, long handle bars, and a satisfying growl as the engine ignites

if you stand too close when he pulls up in the parking lot in the morning, you can feel the vibrations coming through the pavement

(your mum would probably lock you in a tower only a knight could enter if she ever found out you’d been on a motorcycle

…..not that you’d been on one

yet (ﾟ▽ﾟ｀*)? )

the owner of that motorcycle is your high school’s one and only bad boy

♡･｡.:*.ﾟyang jeongin ﾟ.*:.｡･♡

(but please call him “I.N.” because he’s actually out of the preppy, popular crowd  ( ｀^´ ) )

he could ride that motorcycle straight through your heart and you wouldn’t care

okay maybe not your heart bc that would hurt (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

but definitely through your bedroom

that would be

f i n e (⊙‿⊙✿)

……….

all your friends cover their ears and turn away when jeongin pulls up

there isn’t a rule against a senior having a motorcycle and riding it to school

there are people who drive cars to school and that’s fine

he has a license and always wears a helmet

and he wears a thick leather jacket and heavy, black boots

(you’ve seen those boots

they look like they could stomp through concrete or smth)

there is no way he wouldn’t be safe

well, besides the fact that he rides a motorcycle

but you, still not caring, just kinda stare as he rides into the parking area in front of the school

he always does this cool lil swing into his designated “motorcycles only” spot

and then takes off his helmet

to do that fucking hair shake that you always see in movies

that can only mean “hot guy on a motorcycle”

fucking hell

oh and he then runs his fingers through his black hair

to make it appropriately ~windswept~

and, yes, he looks way too god damn hot

unnecessarily so in your humble opinion (๑`^´๑)

you almost flip your shit every morning just bc of him

he’s handsome like a fucking movie star

angled cheekbones, a defined nose and chin, a jawline so sharp it could ki— it could seriously hurt you

and don’t even start on his eyes

jeongin’s eyes are so dark you often wonder if they’re actually brown

if he looks at you in the halls, you immediately get the sense he could somehow see into your soul

and, judging by the dark aura he has, probably can

jeongin isn’t particularly horrible or anything, but he’s known throughout the school to, honestly, not give a flying fuck

about anything

he’s….a little chaotic

for example, he flouts any rule he doesn’t like

and he talks back if a teacher says something he doesn’t agree with

(this has lead to some very heated discussions in class

although, you were actually inclined to agree with him most of the time, since he usually brings up some good points and such

(it’s generally a good idea, you’ve mused on a regular basis, to treat people like human beings and not like machines only in existence to produce goods and perform services to a select few)

most of your classes are with him

and he’s really smart

like the kind of smart where he barely does any work but still passes the class with an A

i mean, who said he could do that??!!?!

who allowed such sorcery

heCk

and you know he’s passed all his courses

he may or may not occasionally smoke or drink behind the school but you know for a fact there are people who do much worse and nobody says anything about them

maybe it’s the leather

and the moodiness

but um;;;;; that’s kinda hot, you know?

you’re not really sure why people think he’s the “bad boy”...

you’ve never seen or heard him be mean or rude to anyone, so how bad can he be?

okay okay yes you’ve seen the knife hilts poking out of his boots

but who the fuck cares?!! ( • ̀ω•́ ) 

it’s not like he’s ever pulled them on anyone

that you know of

.............

OH

and you’re pretty sure he knows you kinda watch him, too

bc one day he parked his bike facing the school instead of away

and you were just ~there~ as usual

but feeling very alone and exposed

since your dumbass friends had all decided to abandon you in your hour of need by walking away just before he rode up

and then, like a herd of sheep, they all turned to watch you as he did

ahahah friends? what are they?! nah don’t need them;;;

so there you were standing out on the pavement

very obviously looking at him

w e l p  Σ(☉‿☉✿)Σ(☉‿☉✿)Σ(☉‿☉✿)

but, of course, he just had to look up

and this lil shit winked at you

actually winked

EXCUSE ME YANG JEONGIN

W H A T

;;;;;;;;;;;;

your friends teased you all day

“ooooh look it’s lover boy”

“shut up shut up shut up”

“but he just lookeD AT YOU”

“you’re lying”

“Y/N YOU FOOL”

“HHHHHHHH”

and it only gets worse from there (....um, you sure about that y/n?)

now whenever jeongin arrives in the mornings

he makes a point at looking over at you

you don’t always notice, unfortunately

and he ends up with a sad lil smile on his face bc he knows you’re having fun with your friends

but fuck!!!!

you’re just so!!! cute!!!!!

how can he not notice you??!!!

especially when you’re in all of his classes

and obviously watch for his motorcycle every morning

it makes him feel kinda cool, tbh

he’s also noticed that you like strawberries

a  l o t (≧◡≦)

as in, your backpack is a strawberry

you have strawberry pins on said strawberry backpack

your raincoat has a pattern of strawberries on it

your pencil case may or may not be a lil cat eating, yes, a strawberry

SO

jeongin being the smooth guy (he thinks) he is

gets you a strawberry sweetbread

and is all excited to give it to you

so after class on friday, he decides today’s his chance

(also, the sweetbread isn’t gonna last forever alfdjghafkgj)

aaaand you both try to walk out the door at the same time

which doesn’t work

but WOW YOU’RE NOW REALLY CLOSE TO HIM

jeongin: *vibrates*

ACTUALLY TOUCHING SHOULDERS

WHAT

…..fuck (￢_￢;)

and since when do you smell really good, too?? alkjhsjfghajhf

jeongin’s just a little overwhelmed, you know?

ANyWaY;;;;;;

y/n, blushing furiously: “oh my god sorry”

jeongin, spluttering: “no, no after you”

((oh wow his voice dropped since the last time you saw him

how is that even possible??? guys….))

after a couple tries back and forth through the doorway

(your teacher’s trying not to laugh in the background)

you finally both make it out of the classroom

and you start to speed walk away since your friends are waiting so you all can hang out

“hey, y/n!” comes down the hall after you

ALSDJHADJFLHG what ;;

you turn around quickly to find jeongin standing right behind you

“um, so i noticed you really like strawberries”

e x c u s e  m e (O_O);;;

first of all:

yang jeongin—your school’s super hot bad boy, the guy you’re only a little obsessed with bc he rides a motorcycle, the inexplicably brilliant student, and total badass—just spoke to you

WHAT

((really, Y/N?? r e a l l y?????))

second of all:

he’s holding something wrapped in absolutely adorable cat (and strawberry) wrapping paper

that’s completely against his aesthetic

but matches yours to a tee ( ◡‿◡ ♡)

huh….

“y/n?” *holds out package*

you have to mentally shake yourself a little

but you’re back now

hhhHHHH

“me?”

“Yeah, I got you this. I hope you like it.” (●´ω｀●)

“thanks?” you say a bit lamely

you take the package and get a whiff of sweetbread

s w e e t b r e a d!!!! (*♡∀♡)

ajfhakljfhgjdsfgh your fav

you’d half expected jeongin to blast on outta there asap

but now he’s just standing in front of you, just kinda shifting back and forth

wait…is he nervous??

you slowly unwrap the package, careful not to damage the wrapping paper

(you are so going to reuse it or hang it on the wall or something ajdsdjfg)

and inside is a rounded sweetbread with strawberries delicately placed on top amongst swirls of pink icing

you gasp quietly

fucking hell it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

jeongin’s just watching you, a small smiling spreading across his face

(which you don’t notice bc  b r e a d)

you take a small bite of the treat and

。*:゜♡ヽ(*’∀’*)/♡゜:。*。

IT’S SOOOOO GOOD!!!!

you take another bite before looking up at jeongin and you finally see his smile

( ◡‿◡ ♡) (♡‿♡) (*♡∀♡)

it’s actually the best thing you’ve ever seen

there’s so much genuine happiness, and just a hint of mischievous mirth, in his smile

you feel like you’re looking into the sun, it’s so bright

why did jeongin, of all people get you, of all people, a sweetbread?

jeongin, completely unable to look cool anymore and shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet: “is it good?”

“OH MY GOD YES!!!”

and then you do something you never thought you’d do

ever

in the whole world ever

you throw your arms around yang jeongin’s neck

and give him a really big hug

his arms come up and around you to hug you back almost immediately,

which you were expecting even less than your own actions

but his hug is wonderful, even if he’s holding you like fine china

in a moment, you remember yourself and quickly step back

jeongin is blushing so much that he looks like a strawberry

(so good you just wanna eat him up (◕‿◕))

((y/n pls,,,,, not here....))

and you know you’re blushing just as much

you splutter an apology and run off down the hallway

and because you’re running off,

you don’t notice that jeongin is staring after

like a lovesick puppy (◕︵◕)

your friends are all over you about the sweetbread

bc they love it too

but you just say that you forgot you’d brought it with you that day

for some reason, you didn’t want to tell about your encounter with jeongin

when you get home, you savor the sweetbread,

remembering the warmth of jeongin’s smile~

the next friday, you’re outside at the picnic tables during lunch

it’s an absolutely beautiful day, with a light breeze~ (⌒ω⌒)

against the better judgement and fervent suggestions of your friends

you decide that it’s a great idea to get on top of one the tables

and dance

why?

someone had started playing ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”

no one can resist that song

so you’re having the time of your life

just dancing around on the table that your friends have since vacated bc they

a) don’t want to get kicked in the head, and

b) feel quite embarrassed to associate with you while you’re like this

......traitors (๑`^´๑)

and as anyone with an ounce of sense does when dancing to ABBA

you occasionally close your eyes in happiness

and suddenly you’ve stepped into air

your heart lurches and your eyes fly open 

and your mind goes completely blank with panic

but you never reach the ground

you’re now surrounded by the smell of leather, metal, and.....

boy

someone had saved you from falling

the arms holding you are strong and well-muscled

and, surprisingly, comfortable

“i’ve got you,” a voice murmurs

you look up into the face of none other than jeongin

(⊙__⊙✿) 

welp

you think to yourself “what... i thought he didn’t care about people??”

((nope y/n, he cares about YOU bc you’re the cutest and so lovely))

he smirks down at you, then sets you back down on the ground

“try to be more careful. okay, y/n?” he says, smoothing a wayward piece of your hair, then just walks off

you blush

(this seems to be becoming a common occurrence with jeongin)

and just stand there, dumbfounded

as jeongin saunters away to sit under a tree at the far end of the lawn

it’s a good saunter, and the tight, black skinny jeans only help (⊙ __ ⊙);;;;

your friends rush you, asking if you’re okay and asking what was up with jeongin

you say that you have no idea

......although, that’s not entirely true

since you now have a sneaking suspicion that *gasp* jeongin might have a crush on you?

maybe??

(hopefully!! (ﾟ▽ﾟ｀*)?) 

your friends just continue dithering as you stare at jeongin, who’s watching you right back

he winks

ALKJSDHGAKLDJFGADJKFGBADJF

you really wish he’d stop doing that bc it’s making your heart pound like a herd of horses and now yOu CAn’t EveN THinK

FUCK!!

later that day as school’s letting out

jeongin comes up to you, leather jacket slung over his shoulder

he’s got on a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up a couple times

and ooooooh my

you’d never noticed before

(well, besides during lunch when he caught you)

but yang jeongin has really nice arms

and pecs (⊙‿⊙)  

and now you’re staring (oh fuck,,,,, not again)

“uh;;;; hi, jeongin!” you manage to squeak out alkdjfhsldjf

“hey, i was wondering if you wanted a ride”

eXCusE Me wHAt??? ∑(ﾟﾛﾟ〃)

“on the motorcycle. i have an extra helmet, since my sister sometimes rides with me”

O H 

your mouth takes control before you even have time to think

“sure! i’d love to!!”

a minute later, you’re standing in front of that sleek, black motorcycle that you’ve admired for months

the young man riding it helps the matter quite a lot, too

there’s even this little carrier container on the back of the bike that he puts his (small) backpack into

he reaches out for yours and stows it

then, jeongin hands you a helmet with lime green racing stripes on its sides

you briefly wonder if his sister is anything like him

probably

“have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?” jeongin asks

you shake your head, unable to speak bc you’re so excited and also kinda nervous

your mom’s words fly through your head

don’t you dare get on a motorcycle, y/n. ever. don’t you dare! they’re too dangerous by half and— well, if i ever find out you’ve been on one, you won’t be allowed out of the house, except for going to school, for a month. you mark my words, y/n! (; ･`д･´)

you promptly ignore her voice in your head and slid the helmet down over your head

the world suddenly becomes slightly more vibrantly colored as the visor shields your eyes

jeongin had swung his long legs over the bike, straddling it with his feet still on the ground

“so, the important thing is to stay in line with me. what i mean is that if i lean to one side or the other, you’ve gotta lean with me. otherwise, we’ll fall over and that really wouldn’t be good. just hold on tight to my waist and, sorry i don’t mean to sound rude, but please don’t scream.”

jeongin looks only a little rueful as he says that

but you don’t blame him

you wouldn’t want someone screaming in your ears as you tried to concentrate either

“okay, right. lean with you. hold on tight,” you say

jeongin sits down, one foot still on the ground, and pats the seat behind him

“come on! take a seat—i promise you’ll be fine, y/n”

tentatively, you clamber onto the motorcycle behind jeongin

and wrap your arms around his waist

you can feel . . .

holy shit his abs feel like a fucking washboard

ExCuSE mE?????!!!! (＠_＠)

heCk

((y/n, pls. calm down;;; we know he’s got muscles))

so um,,,, yeah

it’s really actually quite comfy to lean against his back

but then hen he lays his hands over yours

and looking back over his shoulder says, “ready, babe?

B A B E

HHHHHHHHHHHH

***y/n has officially malfunctioned***

damn tho

this boy is bold as fuck

wow

you’re not exactly complaining

bc you now know that you like being called “babe”

it makes you feel special (✿◠‿◠)

and you like how it sounds coming from jeongin

you can tell jeongin is grinning under his helmet

“yep, i’m ready,” you manage to say

and then you feel and hear the thunder of the engine igniting

it’s exhilarating and you hadn’t even started moving yet

jeongin yells over the engine “hold on!”

in one smooth motion he kicks the kickstand up, brought his foot off the ground, released the brake and clutch

and then...

and then you feel like you’re flying

even though you’re not going 70 mph (113 kph)

the wind tears at your clothes

making you feel freer than you’d ever felt before~

you thought you’d guessed what it would feel like to ride on a motorcycle

but even your wildest imaginings couldn’t come close to reality

you hold on tightly to jeongin’s waist, feeling every shift of his body as he guides the motorcycle along the roads surrounding your school

all too soon you find yourself back in the parking lot of your high school

you don’t release your hold on jeongin until after he’s shut off the engine

jeongin takes off his helmet, shaking his hair as usual, and hangs it on a handlebar

then he turns on the seat

you lean back

but jeongin reaches out and gently removes your helmet to place it on the seat between the two of you

even without touching it, you could feel that your hair was mussed

so you shake out your hair, too

and immediately understand why jeongin does it

you feel strangely powerful and a bit sexy

it’s a fun, new feeling

jeongin smiles like you’re the loveliest flower he’s ever seen

and, for the second time that day, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear

“how was it?” he asks, a look of concern on his face

you beam, feeling infinitely more at ease around jeongin

“amaaaaazing!”

“yeah? oh, don’t cry, y/n”

“what? oh” you realize that you are, indeed, crying

you wipe the tears from your face

after all, they’re just tears of happiness

“jeongin, it was incredible, oh my god. can we do it again? please?”

he laughs, throwing his head back 

and you glimpse the dimple at the base of his throat

“maybe another day, babe” jeongin concedes

you pout

“oh, okay. thank you”

there’s a look in jeongin’s eyes that you can’t quite place

is it sadness? fondness? desire?

he exhales, then the corner of his mouth quirks up

you feel the warmth of his fingers caress your cheek

“y/n, may i kiss you?”

***yet again, we regret to inform you that y/n has malfunctioned***

what the ever loving flipping fuck

d— did jeongin just,,,,

did he?

ALKJHGALKJFHG;AKLHFGAKLJGHKAJH

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” jeongin says in a rush, dropping his hand

shit.

SHIT!

“no no no!! it’s fine, yes. please. that’s fine. that would be— that would nice. yes, very nice.”

wow you sounded almost hysterical

“good,” jeongin says simply

and leans in to softly press his lips to yours

you immediately kiss him back

and feel him smile against your mouth

just a moment later, he draws back, respectful, a question in his eyes

you chase his lips, not wanting to waste the precious opportunity to actually be kissing the yang jeongin!!

his hands come up to cup your neck

and you rest your palm against his chest, feeling the trembling beat of his heart

he tastes like like elderberry and cinnamon and clove all wrapped into one intoxicating milieu 

you could kiss him for days and never tire

after what seems like hours, you break apart

“y/n,” jeongin begins

“oh just shut up and keep kissing me,” you say without hesitation, surprised at your own boldness (again)

it seemed that was becoming a habit around jeongin, too

he doesn’t bother responding

and, instead, kisses you until you’re breathless

again, you feel like you were flying

* . ∗ ̥ ⋆ ݃ *♡٩( ｡⌒▽⌒｡)۶♡* ݃ ⋆ ̥∗ . *

[the-cookie-of-doom]

tagged by @iwritesinsnotstraightlines, thank you!

- what do you prefer to be called name-wise?

Cookie; I’ve been called that going on five years, to the point my actual name doesn’t even feel real anymore.

- when is your birthday?

August 22

- where do you live?

California 

- three things you’re doing right now?

Deciding on an essay topic, finishing a quilt, and eating dinner (tri tip and greens) 

- four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now?

Teen Wolf, always. I’m getting back into BtVS. 9-1-1. Plus Magnus Archives is always at the periphery; I’m thinking of starting another relisten soon.

- how is the pandemic treating you?

I almost got suspended from my job at the hospital bc CA has a new regulation that non-vaxxed healthcare workers can/will be terminated, effective this month. The sad thing is I am vaccinated, and have been for months now :’ ) I just missed the deadline to submit proof and then got anxious and then my evil manager and HR emailed me that the suspension was going into effect. Other than that, yknow, life’s been fine. 

- songs you can’t stop listening to right now?

Hallelujia (I’m Not Dead), Make Hate To Me, and Thank You For Hating Me, all by Citizen Soldier. They’re amazing. 

- recommend a movie

Ex Machina (Or.. you could go read my fic that’s based on it...) 

- how old are you?

Just turned 21 a month ago! 

- school, university, occupation, or other?

University/occupation (Community College, graduating/transferring in spring, working as a heart specialist atm at the hospital) 

- do you prefer hot or cold?

Cold, it’s always way easier to warm up than to cool down. Unfortunately I live in a very hot place, with lovely 115 degree summers. 

- name one fact others may not know about you

I still haven’t read the ASoIaF books that’ve been on my shelf since like 2017

- are you shy?

I like to think I’m reserved. Given the right situation, I’m super outgoing, but I prefer to hang back until I get the vibe of a place/person. 

- do you have any preferred pronouns?

She/her

- any pet peeves?

People standing behind me/over my shoulder. 

- what’s your favorite “dere” type?

Tsundere xD 

- rate your life 1 - 10, with one being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be

Mmmm I’m gonna say since I was at a literal 0 earlier this year, I’d probably call myself like. a 7 in relation to that. But my standards are pretty low atm. 

- what’s your main blog?

This one!

- list your side blogs and what they’re used for

@lemonii-love - cottagecore, lots of crafting and recipes, generally just calm/soothing stuff. 

@lets-get-liminal - blog for creepy things, very nice this time of year. Lots of gothic writing and such, with the occasional addition of black academia stuff. Mostly used as a reference for my original horror work, inspiration and research.

@jae-arryn - my attempt at a studyblr; mostly used to motivate myself with the pretty pictures, and a reference for various guides and such. URL is my penname. 

@cookiicrumbles - that’s my nsfw blog lol

- is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you?

I have wicked anxiety, and I’m very bad at maintaining friendships :’ ) I’m like a feral cat; it’ll take a while before I’m really sure you want me around, and it takes a lot of handling before I’m sure about you, and even once I’ve come around I still might Randomly Disappear. But also, show my any ounce of affection and/or interest and I’ll turn into a floppy shoulder cat. I’m full of love I’m just shy ;^;

tagginggg @supernaturalist1234 @dylinski @alexa-alcantara @i-care-bout-things-too @cheeziswin

[turinn]

Naive

Ray Blackwell x M!Reader

Summary: An invitation at a party reveals that Luka had no idea you’re gay, and brings up a concern you hadn’t had before. Tags: Crack, fluff, secret relationship, mention of homophobia, alcohol consumption A/N: This is based on a dream I had where Luka and I had this exact conversation and when I woke up and remembered it I nearly threw up laughing. I did actual research for the girls outfit and hair bc im a fashion history nerd. the pocket watch i just thought was cute. Fenrir calls the reader fruity but its okay bc hes gay too god bless Word Count: 1.5k

The party was the usual affair expected of the Godspeed's, an air of elegance- present but not too overbearing- hanging over the large hall. Music drifted gently to your ears as you took everything in, a small smile settling on your face.

You couldn't help but feel a little underdressed. The officers had, of course, kept their uniforms on, but everyone else present was dressed to the nines. You'd thought the suit you wore was lovely when you and Seth had seen it last week, dark blue with a white trim, paired with a pale cyan tie and pocket square. The gold watch that settled comfortably in your pocket had been a gift from Blanc, supposedly made by Oliver to look similar to his own, to commemorate your decision to stay in Cradle. Compared to everyone else, it felt rather simple now, but you pushed the thought aside. Nobody was judging what you were wearing, they were here to enjoy themselves same as you.

"Would you like a drink?" Ray asked, voice soft enough not to startle you too much. This wasn't too effective, as you'd gotten lost in your thoughts, and sort of forgotten there were people around you, but it was kind of him to try. "Oh, yes, please." You smiled at him and a moment later he'd walked off, talking to Sirius about something, leaving you alone with Luka. Fenrir had disappeared to greet his family when you'd first arrived, and Seth was who knows where, but you didn't mind it being just the two of you. Luka rarely came to these, in fact this was the first he'd been to since you'd arrived in Cradle, despite it being your fifth, and you decided someone should stick with him so he didn't feel quite as nervous.

As you turned to say something to him, you noticed a lady making her way over to the both of you, looking rather flustered. Her fists were clenched at her sides, and she seemed to be muttering something to herself, but it was clear she had intent to speak to one of you. Perhaps she wanted to talk to Luka? He was cute, it wouldn't surprise you. What did surprise you, however, was when she walked up to you instead.

"Um, excuse me if this is far too forward, but... would you be interested in dancing with me?" She sounded so nervous, and you almost wanted to say yes. Any other man would have been lucky to get such an invitation- she looked stunning. She wore her hair in curls, gathered at the back of her neck, with a hairpiece of pale blue flowers was pinned at the front, a necklace donning the same type of flower hanging just above the neckline of her gown. The gown in question matched the colour of the flowers well, though the width of the crinoline supported skirt would have made you concerned about the logistics of dancing with her- if you'd had any intention of saying yes. Her cheeks were tinted pink as she chewed her bottom lip and waited for your answer, avoiding your gaze. A hand on your chest and a sincerely apologetic look on your face, you began to respond. "Oh dear. I'm terribly sorry, but you seem to have gotten the wrong end of the stick. You're a very attractive young lady but I'm afraid... how should I put this," You glanced at Luka for help, but he seemed to have no idea what you were trying to tell her, "I'm afraid I don't tend to set my eye on the ladies, so to speak." "You're... gay?" A sympathetic nod. "That's the ticket. Sorry, love." "Oh, it's not a problem! I'm really sorry to have bothered you!" She suddenly looked much less nervous, though a little embarrassed, and scurried off. You sighed. "I feel a little bad. I really hope she finds someone to dance with." Luka looked at you quizzically. "Why did you lie to her?" A confused laugh escaped you. "I'm sorry?" "You told her you were into guys. Why lie?" As he said this, Seth and Fenrir came up behind him, and hearing his question their eyebrows shot up. So did yours. Was he kidding? "Luka, sweetie, you have got to tell me what part of my personality made you think I was heterosexual, so I can set about changing it immediately." Seth choked on his drink, and though you flashed him a grin, you weren't entirely kidding. Going from Victorian London to a world where being gay was perfectly acceptable had been quite the change, but you'd been certain all of your friends had known. It's not like you were quiet about it, and sure, Luka was naive but... come on, now. "Wait are you... you were being honest?" "Yes?" "Luka," Fenrir began, stepping next to you and resting an elbow on your shoulder, "How have you seriously not noticed that he's gay yet?" "Well- there was no reason for me to assume!" "You watched me drunk make out with at least 2 different Black Army soldiers in my first month here!" Luka looked flustered, and utterly dumbfounded. The expression was one he wore often, usually when people insinuated that someone was in love- but somehow about five times more confused. He was unfortunate enough that Ray and Sirius returned at this moment, just in time to hear both your last remark, and his next one.

"I thought that was just something you did when you were drunk?" In another moment you were on your knees, legs shaking so much from laughter that you couldn't hold yourself up any longer. Fenrir was right there beside you, practically convulsing. Everyone else was laughing too- except poor Luka. You felt a little bad, truly you did, but this had to be the funniest thing you had ever heard. "He's completely straight, but watch out! Get a couple drinks in him and he turns fruity!" Fenrir managed to get out between cackles, and Ray was glad to have put your drinks down when Luka had last spoken, because he too nearly fell to the ground at this.

"Luka- Luka I'm sorry." You pulled yourself to your feet, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "We aren't laughing at you." Another fit of giggles overcame you. "Okay we kind of are, but it's not malicious or anything. That was just... hands down the funniest thing you've ever said." It took most of you 5 or so minutes to fully calm down from what he'd said, and anything that jogged your memories of it would bring you back to a state of uncontrollable laughter for the rest of the night. Luka came round to it being pretty funny after you talked him through the dozens of times you'd mentioned your sexuality to him since you'd met- every one of which had gone over his head.

Hours after the party had worn down and you'd all made your way home, you lay in bed, your head pressed against a familiar chest, and sighed. "What's up?" "I just... D'you think anyone else just hasn't realised?" Ray cocked his head, confused. "I'm gonna need a little more info than that, kitten." "I suppose I just... Back in London, it's not even legal to be gay, and I don't know if it ever will be. When I first came out to Fen, he told me that it was fine here, accepted and even celebrated. So, I guess I just thought that people wouldn't make the automatic assumption that I'm straight, y'know? I mean I talk about it a lot among you guys but- when I’m out and about... where do people think my final destination is? When I pick up a silly cat themed gift for you does the shopkeep think I’m buying it for my wife? It shouldn't be a big deal, I guess, but I'd never been able to be myself until I came here, and now it's like I can be me but... people will still only see who I am if I tell them. It's just weird is all. I dunno. Maybe I'm drunk." "You're not drunk. It's an understandable concern. I guess I've never thought about it, because whether or not people would accept that part of me has never been an issue, but the fact that you've had to hide it for so long and now that you're able to be open people still aren't seeing it must be hard. If you want we could... come out, so to speak?" Your eyebrows raised, and you moved back, propping yourself up on your arm so you could look your partner in the eyes.

It had been decided at the very start of your relationship, which had officially begun a few months after you'd made the choice to stay in Cradle, that the two of you would keep it under wraps for a while. Being from the Land of Reason was more than enough reason for people to take an unwanted interest in you, and you didn't need the extra attention being the King of Spades' partner would garner. Plus, anyone with a grudge against Ray would see you as a target the second you announced it. It had been a sensible suggestion on his part, one you hadn't hesitated to agree to, and as far as you knew only Sirius and Fenrir knew about your relationship. Fenrir because he had walked in on you sitting in Ray's lap while he worked late one night, and Sirius because- well, can anything get past that guy? And now, Ray was offering to tell the entirety of Cradle you were his, just so that you didn't feel like you were hiding your identity anymore? You could feel your eyes starting to burn, and you cursed the late hour and the alcohol in your system for making you cry so easily, but... "I don't think we need to be that drastic. You were right when you said it would keep me safe for us to not be in the public eye, at least for now. I'm sure Seth can come up with some better way for me to tell the whole world I'm gay." "I don't doubt that at all." Ray grinned, placing a gentle kiss on first your forehead, then your nose, and finally on your lips. "Tomorrow, though. You need your beauty sleep." "Ah, yeah, can't risk getting ugly. My boyfriend might not want me anymore." You quipped. "Exactly." He smirked at you, turning out the light and pulling you into his arms.

[seunqs]

[ a long get to know me tag ]

tagged by: losers @woosohn @yeonjuins

what day is your birthday?

27th june! it’ll be on a monday next year

what’s your favourite colour?

blue! a rather specific shade of light sky blue but i also like dark blue! might be misleading because everyone would think beige/black since that’s the aesthetic i like + almost everything i own is black...

what’s your lucky number?

i don’t have one i think but i tend to say 7 if i’m asked?

do you have any pets?

sadly no >:( will get one in the future idc idc

how tall are you?

158cm tiny i wna be abit taller

how many pairs of shoes do you own?

off my head i think 3 pairs...? just 2 black and 1 white that i rotate depending on the outfit i’m wearing

favorite song?

asdjekw i don’t think i have one specific one but recently i’ve been listening to maniac by nct doyoung & haechan!

other honourable mentions: a book of love by ha hyunsang, wide eyed blind by saint raymond, irreplaceable by nct dream, lmly by jackson wang. that’s all i have off my head

favorite movie?

surprisingly i’m not big on movies... but i’ll always answer parent trap when someone asks! why do i sound like i always have prepared answers in my head for various questions... okay that’s bc i do.

what would be your ideal partner?

@june look away i already know you’re gna say this sounds a lot like someone..

shy... is the main characteristics lmao idky it’s not even like i’m outgoing but i tend to find myself liking shy-er boys over the outgoing ones! aaa those with very obvious leadership qualities and quietly cares and looks out for those around them :’) tsundere! i think shy may appear cold sometimes but i’m rly :’) when the shy ones become very affectionate in private or when you get to know them better :’) or shy with strangers but very goofy and silly with their closer social circle heh those that are more cat-like than dog-like, only approaches you when they’re comfy. okay also shy but willing to speak up when necessary! doesn’t let themselves get bullied for being quiet and also pls speak up for me i hate ordering food pls do it for me HAHAHHA also if they’re passionate about something they like/are good at! good listeners too heh doesn’t need to always have the best advice, just if they would sit with me silently and listen to me and give me a hug afterwards :’’’’’) i think i’m on the touchier side too so if they don’t dislike that it’ll be nice! OH someone who’s good at cooking too bc i hate cooking and the kitchen in general.. i’ll do the dishes though HAHAHAH ok that is all there is a certain idol in my head that is the embodiment of my ideal type and i hate him >:(

do you want children?

no... not so much bc i don’t find them cute or i can’t handle them but i think it’s a commitment that scares me! bringing up the child well with the right character and values ajksdbwkje i don’t know if i’m up to that HAHAHAH

have you gotten in trouble with the law?

nope @woosohn @yeonjuins pls be proud of my direct no why are the two of you......... 

bath or shower?

shower! i don’t know if i’ve actually taken a bath before... probably when i was younger HAHAH i think i’ll get bored in the bath and i much rather be relaxing in bed than in the tub

what color socks are you wearing?

barefoot at the moment! the socks i own are mostly solid colour socks / simple cartoon or animal patterns but all ankle socks that can’t be seen with my shoes

favorite type of music?

i listen to pop, r&b and indie! that’s about all and favourite depends on the mood!

how many pillows do you sleep with?

just 1! and a bolster too

what position do you sleep in?

either on my back with hand over my head lmao or turned to either sides while hugging my bolster and face buried into the bolster

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping?

when it’s too hot! canNOT sleep if the weather is too hot. also if i get woken up rudely, by screaming or someone smacking me awake LMAO just tell me nicely to get up and i’ll be out of bed in 10mins pls give me awhile my brain is turning on HAHAHA

what do you have for breakfast?

recently i haven’t woken up early enough for bfast or my family is just about to go out to buy lunch by the time i’m up hahaha but on the days that i’m alive for bfast, iced coffee and any pastry sitting in the fridge! my family is big on pastries like croissants and cakes like banana and carrot cakes! so one of those but the iced coffee is a constant in my first meal of the day

have you ever tried archery?

nope and idt i’ll be good at it tbh....

favorite fruit?

strawberries, apples, peaches! there are some seasonal favs where i rly like them for a period of time and then suddenly not anymore but these 3 are the constants

favorite swear word?

hahahaha i dont think i have a favourite one..... but i say tf a lot and mf for kpop boys who make me more flustered than they should

do you have any scars?

i don’t think so! i have a few stretch marks around my waist and tummy tho 

are you a good liar?

yes... HAHAH i used to get scolded so much for lying as a kid lmfao

what’s your personality type?

isfj-t has probably only dipped to isfp-t once but if not constant isfj!

what’s your favorite type of girl?

HAHAHAH uh.... okay with all kinds i think? except people in general who try too hard

innie or outie?

innie. was this question necessary tho AHHAHAHA

left or right-handed?

right-handed

favorite food?

ramen! but i like lots of food lmfao tiramisu, pork belly, lots of noodles, also lots of rice, beef, cakes, ice cream, i think i’m more salty > sweet!

favorite foreign food?

japanese ramen, korean cuisine!, lasagne

are you clean or messy?

clean

most used phrase?

i think alot of keyboard smashes, lmao, wtf, HAHAHAHHAHA, sigh, i’m tired LOL

how long does it take for you to get ready?

depends! fastest i think i can get out of the house 20mins after i’ve woken up. longest probably an hour where outfit is taking a while and accessories needs to be chosen

do you talk to yourself?

in my head yes.

do you sing to yourself?

not often but i sing out loud for the family to hear LOL in my head very often a song is playing up there

are you a good singer?

nop. i don’t think i’m a BAD singer but wouldn’t classify as good either HAHHAHA

biggest fear?

wow so many things but i think biggest is complete darkness, i need to see and know what is going on around me. i sleep with a night light on heh 

are you a gossip?

with closer friends yes def HAHAH my school culture tends to have lots of tea that my friends and i don’t like to get too involved in but we do talk about the gossips that goes around hahaha have also been in the center of gossip way too often

do you like long or short hair?

long! can’t imagine myself with short hair.. used to have reallllyyy long hair that goes beyond my waist and cried when i cut it to slightly below shoulder length. that’s the shortest i’ll ever go

favourite school subject?

wow nothing i don’t like school lmfao but humanities and language are way more bearable than math and sciences

extrovert or introvert?

introverted

what makes you nervous?

unpredictable situations, being alone in public (contradictory because in private i would strongly prefer to be alone but i don’t enjoy being alone in public i feel judged HAHAHA), also currently waiting on a reply for something and that’s been keeping me anxious the past 2 days :’)

who was your first real crush?

when i was 13/14, tablemate in school that was kinda shy and had very limited social circle but talked to me endlessly in class lmfao he apparently liked me too but we never dated and went to different schools at 16 y/o. we’re still kinda in touch though! we talked quite a fair bit last month just catching up but he’s more of an acquaintance now

how many piercings do you have?

2! just one normal lobe piercing on either ears, don’t think i’ll get anymore

how fast can you run?

back in school i used to be one of the fastest girls in my class LMFAO i could clock 12.5 minutes for a 2.4km run. stamina came from dancing since i had to run laps before dance class 2 times a week. but that is long in the past and now i get tired from climbing more than 4 flights of stairs pls spare me

what color is your hair?

naturally black but dyed brown! my hair has grown quite abit since i dyed it though now its black at the top and brown from above my ears onwards

what color are your eyes?

a very dark brown lmfao almost black

what makes you angry?

irresponsible people. just pushing responsibility to others or avoiding their responsibilities. don’t need you to do a good job with your responsibilities, just don’t make your issues my issues. and if its a shared responsibility like group projects, then do your part to contribute and don’t expect others to cover you

selfish people, in many ways. just being self-centred, not caring about how others feel, doing things for personal gain at the expense of others

speaking in a passive-aggressive/sarcastic manner. i say this even though i’m afraid of confrontation but i much rather someone outright tells me they’re unhappy about something or wants to get a point across. i hate when they talk about it sarcastically or tries to sugar-coat their words to make themselves look less aggressive about their words. tell me straight as it is, if you’re already gonna talk about something bad don’t piss me off with your attitude at the same time

do you like your own name?

rae is nice! has a very nice ring to it and looks pretty!

do you want a boy or a girl as a child?

i don’t.. want one.. but both have their good and bad i can’t decide.. i want a puppy

what are your strengths?

is this an interview question i have had a few interviews over the past weeks i am well-prepared for this HAHAHA

i think i’m pretty resilient! i bounce back from bad times pretty quickly or i psycho myself to see the situation positively. but it is ofc coupled with a lot of complaining to the people around me first

although i hate unpredictable situations and having to quickly adapt to new settings, i think i adapt pretty quickly too. flexible? easy-going? idk what’s the right way to call it but yeah something along those lines. good at it but i still enjoy my stability and calm don’t want to have to quickly adapt to new situations.

what are your weaknesses?

very emotional HAHAH used to be much worse but i often let my emotions rule my head. i think i’ve improved A LOT though i used to be so bad but i think i’m now able to make rational decisions even if im bawling LMFAO

this sounds like a compliment but i’ve been told this too often as well. i tend to be way too nice to people who don’t deserve it. even if the person doesn’t deserve it or they’ve pushed all my buttons in the wrong way possible, i would still try to be as nice and polite as i can. really helps with me working in the f&b industry lmfao.

what’s the colour of your bedspread?

dark blue / grey! 

colour(s) of your room?

white & wood (throughout my house actually + green from the plants in the living room) @yeonjuins says i live in a muji showroom

[a-second-hand-sorrow]

Paper Rings (Richie Tozier X Reader)

WC: 3952

Warnings: Language, kinda sexual stuff at one point, alcohol, weed, tiny bit of angst at the end but not much

Summary: Y/N and Richie’s relationship through ‘Paper Rings’

A/N: The bitch is back y’all. I apologise for not having written in about 8 billion years, but I’m back. I hope you guys enjoy this, bc I really love it.

The moon is high

Like your friends were the night that we first met 

2009 

Y/N had never been a fan of parties. Ever since high school she would always be the one to stay home and re-watch her favourite movies instead of going to parties. Unfortunately, now that she had a career in comedy writing she was being dragged to parties left, right and centre, and she hated them all. 

“Mulaney, please tell me why I’m coming to this thing? I’m going to miss Seinfeld and you know I live for that shit.” Y/N whined, tugging on the sleeve of John’s jacket while he rolled his eyes. 

“They’ve been playing episodes of that show every night since 1989, and you’ve watched each one about three times over, Y/N. I think you can afford to miss one night’s rerun.” John said, causing Y/N to let out a groan of protest. 

“It’s about the habits, John. The habits.” Y/N mumbled, and John shook his head like an irritated parent. 

“You’re coming with me to this party, Y/N. I’ve heard they’ve got this bigshot comic coming in from LA so just think about that potential opportunity before you complain again.” John said, and Y/N narrowed her eyes before caving, causing her friend to give her a victorious smile. 

The pair walked into the crowded club, and Y/N immediately grimaced at the loud music and the overwhelming stench of alcohol and weed. “Real classy joint, huh?” She muttered to John, who simply chuckled in response. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink, and I want you to mingle. Have some fun Y/N. Let loose for once!” John said, gripping Y/N’s shoulders. She opened her mouth to protest but John quickly snuck away before she could say anything. 

Y/N pouted, trying to navigate her way through the bustling club. Eventually she found her way to a booth where she saw a group of people, including one manwho was strangely familiar to her. She heard him laughing and she found herself beginning to laugh as well as she walked up to the booth. 

“Hey sweetheart! You lost?” One of the men at the booth called, and suddenly all of their eyes were directed towards her. Y/N let out a nervous laugh and shook her head, a slight smile on her face. 

“My friend ditched me. He told me I needed to mingle and have some fun, his words not mine.” Y/N said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she made brief eye contact with the oddly familiar man. He had a head of wild black hair and was wearing glasses so big they nearly covered his face. 

“Well, uh, you can come sit with us if you want.” The man spoke, a kind smile on his face as he looked up at her, and she knew she was done for.  

“Sounds good.” Y/N said, laughing lightly as she watched the men scoot along so there was enough room in the booth for her. 

“I’m Y/N by the way, in case you were wondering.” Y/N said once she had settled herself next to the very kind, very attractive man in the glasses. 

“I’m Richie Tozier, and this is Carol Feeny and Steve Covall.” As soon as Y/N heard his name she smiled, not really thinking as she politely shook hands with Carol and Steve. 

“I’m just gonna put it out here now, Steve and I are a bit high so sorry in advance if we do or say anything weird.” Carol said, and Y/N gave her a thumbs up before shooting Richie a confused look. He let out a laugh at her expression, and Y/N felt her stomach fill with butterflies. 

“This is like a normal Saturday night for them, I just tagged along because they’re my friends and I don’t want them dying or whatever.” Richie said, raising his voice slightly due to the loud music.

“Glad to know. Well, here’s to getting to know strangers at a wild party.” Y/N said, lifting her drink as Richie did the same. They tapped their glasses together and Y/N couldn’t shake the giddy feeling that washed over her as soon as their eyes met. 

Oh yeah, she was well and truly fucked. 

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

Now I've read all of the books beside your bed 

2009 

“John Edmund Mulaney, I need your goddamn help.” Y/N said, busting his bedroom door open and pulling the covers off his bed. John groaned, giving the girl a dirty look as she stood in his doorway, a determined look on her face. 

“What the hell do you want Y/L/N? It is Sunday morning and I am too hungover to breathe.” John grumbled, rolling over reluctantly as Y/N sat down cross-legged next to him on his bed. 

“I met this guy at the party last night and I forgot to online stalk him last night so I need to do it now.” Y/N said, and John sighed as he sat up, rubbing his eyes before turning his attention to Y/N. 

“Did you at least get his name?” John said and Y/N nodded eagerly, pulling her phone out of her pocket. 

“Yeah, he said his name was Richie Tozier.” Y/N said and John’s eyes widened as he sat up straighter, looking at Y/N with shock. 

“Y/N do you have any idea who that is?” John said, and Y/N shook her head, giving him a confused look. 

“Remember when I said there was going to be some bigshot comic from LA at the party last night? Well that’s him! Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier! He’s massive right now.” John said, snatching Y/N’s phone and plugging his name into Google as the wheels turned in Y/N’s head. 

“Is this him?” John said, pulling up a photo of him to show to Y/N. She nodded, the pieces starting to fall into place. John let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. 

“Y/N how the hell are you a comedy writer who doesn’t know one of the biggest names in comedy right now? Honestly woman.” John said, handing Y/N her phone back. Y/N took it graciously and she immediately found Richie’s social media accounts and followed him on Facebook and Twitter.  

“What can I say, I’m ridiculously stupid Johnny. I’ll go make you some breakfast as a thank you for making it very easy to stalk this guy.” Y/N said, ruffling John’s hair before leaving his bedroom with a smile on her face. 

For the rest of the day Y/N was deep in Richie’s social media feeds, and it was so bad that she found a photo of his bedside table on Twitter and immediately found and then bought all the books that were on the table so she could read them. 

As she was in bed that night watching a video from one of Richie’s specials on YouTube, she saw two notifications pop up on her phone. 

Richie Tozier is now friends with you on Facebook

@TrashmouthTozier is following you on Twitter 

The wine is cold

Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three

Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe 

2009 

“Y/N, John, so good to see you guys! Welcome to Saturday Night Live!” It was Y/N and John’s first day as writers for Saturday Night Live and they were both panicking internally as they were being shown around the studio. 

They were shown writing rooms and all the relevant things they needed to know, before their guide told them one final piece of information. “Oh, and the first host you’ll be working with is Richie Tozier. He’ll be here in about 20 minutes to discuss sketch ideas with the team, you guys included. Good luck!” 

Upon hearing this crucial fact Y/N’s eyes widened as she turned to John, who instead was sporting a smug look. “Holy shit, did she just say Richie Tozier? As in Richie from that party a few weeks ago Tozier? As in the guy I am so very into but won’t talk to because I get really anxious?” Y/N was rambling, her words and her breathing getting faster and faster as she started to pace back and forth. 

“Yes, the very same guy.” John said, sitting down at a table as Y/N continued pacing. 

“Fuck! Fuckity fuck fuck fuck! What do I do John? He’s a comic genius and I am just a lowly rat writer.” Y/N said, starting to feel light headed from all the hyperventilation. John sighed, standing up and marching over to his friend. He placed his hands on her shoulders, stopping her in her tracks. 

“Y/N, calm down. You just have to keep it professional for now, and then at the after party on Saturday night or the very early hours of Sunday morning you can get piss drunk and hopefully sleep with him.” John said with a straight face, and Y/N let out a huff. She went to respond, but a familiar voice stopped her. 

“Hey, I wouldn’t happen to be interrupting something, would I?” At the sound of Richie’s voice Y/N spun around, knocking John’s arms off her shoulders in the process. 

“Nope, not at all. You’re all good, Richie.” Y/N said, internally cursing for being so casual with him. Richie just gave John a wave before stepping into the room, closing the door behind him. 

“Please, have a seat.” John said, and Richie obliged. As he walked around to the table he passed by Y/N, stopping to whisper something in her ear. 

“It’s really good to see you again Y/N. I’ve missed you.” 

2015 

Y/N felt so comfortable in Richie’s arms, and in her mind there was absolutely nothing like it. They always fell asleep the same way; with Y/N’s head on Richie’s chest, her arm slung across his torso and his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. 

Some nights Y/N would wake up at around one or two in the morning and just watch Richie for a while before going back to sleep. Tonight was one of those nights. 

She woke slowly, the warmth of Richie’s body almost lulling her back to sleep as she opened her eyes. She took in a deep breath, shifting slightly so she could gaze at Richie without waking him up.  

He always looked so peaceful when he slept. It was something Y/N had noted since the night they first slept together, and she never got tired of seeing her always energetic husband at peace.  

Y/N was almost mesmerised by the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and she couldn’t help but lift a hand to his face and gently stroke his cheek. She felt his body stir slightly, and a gentle smile appeared on her face when she heard him let out a little groan. 

His eyes opened and he smiled almost immediately when he saw Y/N’s eyes staring back at him. “Y/N, why are you up?” He asked, his voice deep and groggy with sleep. 

“Just like watching you sleep, sue me.” Y/N said softly, pecking his lips before resting her forehead against his. 

“You’re a creep, wifey dearest. I love it. I love you.” Richie mumbled, kissing Y/N lightly in between his words. Y/N let out a giggle before dropping her head into the crook of his neck. 

“I love you too, but you should really get some sleep mister. I’ll still be here when you wake up, don’t worry.” Y/N said, melting a little when Richie’s hand came to rest over hers on his cheek. 

“Goodnight Y/N/N.” 

“Night Rich.” 

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night

Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright 

Three times 'cause I waited my whole life 

2011 

Y/N had been working on this sketch for about eight hours and had gotten practically nowhere. She was almost tearing her hair out, having gone through at least ten cups of coffee in the last hour alone. Richie was performing somewhere downtown and John was out with his girlfriend, meaning that Y/N was tired and alone in her apartment. 

She checked her phone to see that it was now verging on one o’clock, and she groaned loudly, both at the time and her lack of progress. She went to put her phone down before seeing a text from Richie, causing her heart to skip a beat. 

Trash Boy: I’m outside with Chinese food, shitty coffee and the potential for a lot of cuddles. Please let me in. I nearly dropped a chow mein writing this.

She let out a relieved laugh, a smile blooming on her face as she raced to the door, pulling it open to reveal her beautiful, wonderful boyfriend. Richie seemed to be drowning in bags so Y/N ushered him in quickly, shutting the door as he unloaded all his bags onto her dining room table. 

“Ok, so I’ve got some fried rice and what I think is satay beef, honestly I have no.” Richie’s words were cut off by Y/N grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him into a deep kiss. His hands quickly found her waist while hers found his hair. When they pulled apart they were breathing heavily, and Y/N let out a chuckle when she noticed his glasses had fogged up slightly. 

“Not that I’m complaining but was there any reason for that?” Richie asked once he had caught his breath, and Y/N chuckled as her head found its way into the crook of Richie’s neck. 

“I’ve had a super long night and then you brought me the food and the coffee even after your show and I just fucking love you so much.” Y/N admitted, and Richie’s eyes widened slightly at the confession. It was the first time either of them had said those words, and it made Y/N look up at her boyfriend with trepidation in her eyes. 

“Rich I’m sorry, I hope this isn’t too soon or anything, but I really do love you.” Y/N said, her voice a lot meeker than it was previously. Richie’s look of surprised melted into one of pure adoration, and he simply leaned down and kissed Y/N, long and hard. 

“I love you too Y/N, so fucking much.” 

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want 

2015

“Babe, have you seen my good blazer? The grey one!” Richie called out from across the house, causing Y/N to groan in annoyance. 

“Rich I told you it was hanging up in your closet next to your wedding suit, and if you tell me you can’t remember which one that is, so help me God you will get my shoe so far up your ass it isn’t funny.” Y/N hollered, putting her earrings in with a little more force than usual. 

“Found it, thanks babe!” Richie called back, and Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately as she straightened the skirt of her dress. Tonight was the taping of Richie’s most recent special for Netflix, and he wanted Y/N to be there in the front row. 

She looked her outfit over once more before catching a glimpse of the framed photo that sat just outside their bathroom. It was of her and Richie kissing with a disgruntled John next to them, and she gave it a tender look before making her way over to their bedroom, where Richie was trying to psych himself up for the show. Y/N wrapped her arms around his middle from behind, resting her head on his shoulder and pressing a gentle kiss to his neck. 

“You nervous Rich?” She asked and he nodded immediately, taking in a deep but shaky breath. Y/N moved so she was now standing in front of him, her arms still resting securely around his waist. 

“You shouldn’t be, honestly. You are the funniest man I have ever met, and my best friend is John Mulaney. I have so much confidence that you will go out there and make that stage your bitch, Richie, and I will be sitting there right in the front row, watching it all. I couldn’t be prouder of my amazing husband.” Y/N said, lifting one hand to cup her husband’s cheek. She noticed a tear begin to fall and she gently swiped it away, sending him a genuine smile. 

“How did I get so lucky?” Richie said, pulling Y/N into a tight hug. She let out a soft laugh as she hugged him back, rubbing her hands up and down his back. 

“Honestly Rich, you could’ve proposed to me with a paper ring and I would’ve said yes, and you know how much I like my shiny stuff.” Y/N said, and Richie burst out laughing, pressing a kiss to his wife’s temple. 

“Come on, woman of my dreams. We have somewhere to be.” 

In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool

When you jumped in first, I went in too

I'm with you even if it makes me blue 

2013 

“Welcome to the Christmas extravaganza, Toziers.” John said, ushering Y/N and Richie into the warm house. Every inch of spare space was covered in Christmas decorations, and the scent of gingerbread and mulled wine was thick in the air. 

“God this is amazing. I’m assuming Anna was responsible for most of the decoration?” Y/N asked, causing John to pull a rather insulted face that made both Y/N and Richie chuckle. 

“I’m hurt, however you would be right there. She’s always been more talented in the design aspect of things. Did you guys want a drink?” John said, and the couple nodded quickly. John laughed to himself as he went to fetch three glasses of mulled wine. 

The amount of mulled wine consumed increased greatly over the course of the night, and by about ten o’clock John, Y/N and Richie were well past it. “Hey Y/N, how much do you bet that Richie will jump in the pool?” John asked, and Y/N let out a laugh of disbelief. 

“There’s no way in hell he’d do that. It’s fucking freezing, right Rich?” Y/N said, turning to look at her husband. Instead of the shock and repulsion she thought she’d see on his face, Y/N instead saw a look of contemplation and deep thought. 

“How much are you offering, Mulaney?” Richie said, and John’s face split into a Cheshire cat grin, much to Y/N’s horror. “I’ll give you fifty if you do it, one hundred if Y/N does it as well.” John said, and Y/N’s eyes went wide as Richie stood straight up, already shedding his jacket and outer shirt. 

“Come on Y/N, it’ll be fun!” Richie said, taking his shoes and base shirt off before unbuckling his belt. Y/N let out a whine of protest, watching as her piss drunk husband stumbled towards the freezing outdoor pool. 

“Richie, don’t you dare!” Y/N shouted, but it was too late. Richie had already jumped in, and even though she knew she’d regret it, she jumped in too.  

Which takes me back

To the color that we painted your brother's wall

Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws

We wouldn't be standing here so tall 

2010 

Painting was hard work, Y/N had come to realise. When her brother said he needed one of the walls in his apartment re-painted, Y/N had volunteered without even thinking, which is what caused her and Richie to be spending a precious Sunday covered in sweat and blue paint. 

“I can’t believe that instead of staying at home and fucking each other senseless, we are painting your brother’s feature wall. Fantastic.” Richie grumbled, painting the wall with much more aggression than necessary.  

“Easy Tozier. I’m doing this as a favour for my brother, and if you keep complaining there will be no chance of us fucking each other senseless at all today or tonight.” Y/N said sharply, and Richie gave her an annoyed look, sticking his tongue out as a childish gesture of irritation. 

The painting took quite a bit of time, with Y/N and Richie leaving the apartment at around four o’clock. When they got home Y/N was straight in the shower, itching to get the paint off of her skin. 

“You’d better not be having a shower without me, you minx! Wait for me!” 

I want to drive away with you

I want your complications too

I want your dreary Mondays

Wrap your arms around me, baby boy 

2016 

“Mrs Tozier?” Y/N walked up to the young stagehand who had called her name, a kind smile on her face. 

“Please, just call me Y/N honey. What do you need?” She said, gently touching the young girl’s arm. 

“Its your husband. He’s really not feeling well, and he asked for me to get you.” Y/N’s face dropped slightly upon hearing that news, but she kept up the smiling front with a little less sincerity than before. 

“Where is he?” Y/N asked, and the stagehand lead her through the back corridors of the venues until she came to a fire exit door. 

“He’s out there.” The girl said before leaving, and Y/N felt confused as she opened the door, though the confusion turned into concern and worry as soon as she saw Richie. He had clearly just vomited and he was shaking like a leaf. 

“Shit, Richie. What happened?” Y/N asked, rushing forward to wrap her arms around the man she loved. His arms snaked around her waist almost instinctively, and she felt him rest his head against her chest. 

“I got a call from home… from Derry.” He breathed out, and Y/N felt all her muscles tense up. She knew Richie didn’t talk much about his childhood or his hometown, but from what she gathered it was not a good place, and clearly the phone call must have brought some stuff up in Richie. 

“Shit. Are you good, babe?” Y/N asked and Richie let out a shaky breath, lifting his head so he could look up at her. 

“I don’t know. I was fine but when I heard Mike tell me he needed me to come back to Derry I just lost it.” Richie said, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. 

“Ok well do you still wanna do the show or not, because you don’t really look that red hot, Rich.” Y/N said with concern evident in her voice. 

“No, I’ll still do the show, but we have to go back to Derry as soon as we can after it, ok?” Richie said, an almost pleading tone in his voice. Y/N nodded, kissing the top of his head. 

“All of your problems, all of your shit, you can share it with me. For better or worse, right? And if you need it, I will drive away with you at a moment’s notice. I love you Richie Tozier. Always have and always will.” Y/N said, and when she met Richie’s gaze she was almost overwhelmed with the sheer emotion in his eyes. 

“I will never love someone as much as I love you, Y/N Tozier. You’re my world. Now let go of me so I can go do some kickass comedy.” Y/N chuckled at Richie’s words and obliged, letting go of her husband. 

Though neither one of the couple knew what their trip to Derry would have in stall for them, the sheer love between them was enough for them. 

[looking-for-another-world]

Picasso was a dick

Pairings: pre!serum Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (roommate AU)

Word count: 1,603

Warnings: 18+ just to be sure, mild smut, dirty talk, mentions of masturbating, male-on-male kissing, description of porn, vulgar language

Summary: Bucky catches Steve masturbating. Being the considerate human being that he is, he can’t just let his roommate get away without a “serious” talk.

A/N: this fic was written as an entry for @that-damn-girl ‘s PRIDE challenge. Thanks for initiating this, Alisha! Hope you will enjoy reading. Other than that, I wish everyone a HAPPY PRIDE 🌈 I can imagine right now is a difficult time for some (many?), so just know my inbox is always open ♥️ Tagging @angel-fire too, bc she wanted to be tagged in stuff. You happy now?! Constructive criticism and feedback is very welcome. Have a great first day of summer (or winter, depending on where in the world you live) 🍦 xxx

“Steve, come on! It’s not a big deal!”

Bucky tried turning the doorknob again, but the door wouldn’t move. He knocked, once, twice, although Steve was well aware of his presence in the other room. Dropping his shoulders, he let out a defeated sigh.

“Stevie. You’re only punishing yourself by keeping yourself holed up in there. Let’s just talk about it. It’s okay.” His forehead hit the white-painted wood. “Please?”

There was shuffling on the other side of the door, steps approaching, a sliver of hesitancy. Then, after 30 minutes of coaxing, the door opened. Steve was wearing a pair of striped boxers and a shirt that had been grey when he bought it, but now bore traces of red and white acrylic paint, blue ink stains and charcoal smears so ingrained in the fabric that it wouldn’t come out anymore, and Steve had stopped trying anyway. His skin color was still a bit reddish, tingeing his ears an adorable pink, splashes of pink freckled across the skin of his neck, too.

“How much did you see?” His voice was barely above a whisper, interrogating the floor and Bucky’s black Converse rather than the person in front of him. Bucky tilted his head to the side. “Not much. I put my stuff down, came into the living room and saw you jerk off on our leather couch.”

Steve let out an embarrassed whine and screw his eyes shut. Bucky grinned, deciding to punish him a little. “I mean, I shoulda seen it coming, really. I heard your tiny moans the second I turned the key in the look.”

Steve swirled round, ready to slam the door shut and go back to hiding in his room. Bucky, however, was quick to stop the door from closing and wedged himself in the space between. “I’m just teasing you, punk. It’s okay. We all do it, and this is your place as much as mine. It’s okay.” He put one hand on Steve’s bony shoulder and squeezed when he saw that the blonde was eyeing him suspiciously from below. “It’s okay.”, he emphasized.

Steve broke into a careful smile. “You’re not mad? Or… put off?”

“Why would I be mad? You’re just my type, Rogers” Bucky gave him a sly wink and Steve had to focus really hard on not blushing again. Bucky made that kind of comments all the time, especially when he’d realized Steve didn’t seem to mind the flirting, and the younger man had grown a bit too fond of them to just brush it off. Luckily, Bucky had turned to grab a beer from the fridge and took no notice of Steve’s internal struggle. “Besides”, he continued, taking the lid off by placing his beer on the edge of the countertop and slamming his fist down, “I shouldn’t be home that early anyway.”

Steve cleared his throat. “Right. Why are you?”

“They closed down the gym. Safety precautions and all. Don’t want to increase the risk of catching it. Guess it’s the best they can do, but it’s still a pain in the ass.”

Steve pursed his lips. “Yeah, I guess so. So, you’re going to exercise from home now?”

Bucky shrugged. “Sure. It’s better than doing nothing.” He shot his best friend a lopsided grin. “Why? Care to join me?” Steve snorted. “Sure, we both know I’m the one obsessing over lifting metal disks out of the two of us.

“It’s not an obsession, it’s a hobby”, Bucky countered. ” Not all of us have the talent to become the next Picasso.”

“Picasso was a dick. Besides, my style is not even close to his.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Bucky chewed the inside of his cheek, pondering if it was too early for another stab. “Speaking of dicks, why did you make your Pornhub broadcast a solo party? You could’ve invited me.”

Steve looked at him with a frown. “Invite you to what? Watch porn together?”

Bucky wore a nonchalant expression. “Why not? A lot of dudes do it.”

“Like who?”

“Like Wilson and Clint.”

“No way Wilson and Clint are watching porn together.”

“Yeah they are. I was with them one night. Terrible taste, though. Some poorly acted bad schoolgirl stuff.” Bucky rolled his eyes. Steve watched him, unsure. “You’re making this up.”

“I’m not.” Bucky decided to play dirty. “Is it because I’m gay? You scared I’m gonna jump your bones as soon as my dick gets hard around you or what?”

Steve’s eyes widened. “No! No, of course not, Buck, that’s not it at all, you know it’s not.”

Bucky’s blue orbs twinkled. “I don’t see any issue with this, then.” He sauntered over to the living room area, Steve close behind, desperately trying to think of a way to make him stop but running out of options. Bucky grabbed the remote from between two couch cushions where Steve had thrown it after hastily switching off the screen, fleeing the scene immediately after. He plopped down on the leather with an audible sigh, enjoying himself way too much.

“You know, I’ve always wondered what kind of girls you’re into since you never have someone over. Taller than you? Lots of tattoos? Milfs in their 40s?” Wearing his cheshire cat grin, Bucky switched on the screen, and his face fell. It wasn’t tall girls or milfs. It wasn’t women at all. On the screen, two men were fucking on a car, one of them pressed onto the yellow hood, the other pounding into him from behind. And it was not just men; it was one big, beefy man and one rather small lad getting railed. One big, beefy man with long brown hair, and one small blonde lad getting railed. Bucky blinked a few times, not quite comprehending the situation he had gotten himself into. “Oh.”

Steve sank down onto the armrest, face buried in his hands. Despite the exaggerated moans and grunts from the actors, the room felt uncomfortably silent. Blood rushing in his ears, he didn’t notice Bucky scoot closer to him until he felt the brunette’s warm hand on his thigh, causing him to jerk.

Bucky shot his roommate a sideways glance through hooded eyes “What does this mean, Stevie?” His voice was a hint deeper, huskier. Or was that just Steve’s imagination? Bucky’s hand made thinking difficult, answering even more so. He swallowed several times. “I- I don’t know. I never thought about what it means. I just kept watching and-“ He inhaled sharply when Bucky dragged his hand upwards, closer to his crotch.  His fist lightly palmed him through the striped fabric, and Steve’s cock twitched greedily, yearning for attention.

Bucky stared at his hand enveloping Steve’s leg, so close to where he wanted to be for a long time, and abruptly stood up. Steve let out a sigh he didn’t realize he’d been holding, not sure if he should feel relieved or disappointed. His train of thoughts was interrupted when Bucky sank down to his knees in front of him. Jaw set, his gaze locked with Steve’s, pupils dilated, grey and blue almost entirely drowned in pitch black. “I take it back. If you watch that kind of porn in front of me, I’m afraid I have to jump your bones.”

Steve held his gaze, equally on edge, a shudder running down his protruding spine. “I don’t see any issue with this.” Bucky’s right hand shot up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling Steve’s face towards his. Their mouths met in a needy combination of teeth and tongue, exploring the other’s mouth, battling for dominance, tasting, biting, sucking. Steve let out a whimper when Bucky softly bit his bottom lip and shaking hands grabbed the front of Bucky’s red henley, pulling him closer. He was met with no resistance as his roommate got on one knee and pushed himself up, all without pulling back even for a second. Guiding Steve’s shoulders back, he crawled up on the man now lying back on the couch, careful not to crush him under his weight.

Tousled strands and heated cheeks, Steve looked up to him, sucking in air, and Bucky felt his heart melt a little. Taking Steve’s face in his hands, he brushed the other’s nose for a second, earning himself a genuine smile. “We don’t have to do this, you know. I can stop.” Steve’s brows furrowed for a beat, then his hand came up to cup Bucky’s cheek, running his thumb across the kempt stubble and making the brunette sigh in content. “I know you can. Thing is, I don’t want you to.” Bucky’s eyes fluttered open, checking Steve’s face for any sign of insincerity before leaning down for a slow kiss, moving his lips against Steve’s, pressing kisses to the corner of his mouth, his cheekbones, his nose his forehead, hiding a smirk in the crook of his neck when Steve started giggling.

“Wanna head to my room? Or do you still need some inspiration from that video?”

Groaning, Steve gave his best friend a considerable push that almost shoved him off the sofa. Bucky caught his balance last minute. “What? Don’t tell me you’re still embarrassed about it?”

He gazed at his lover who mirrored his beaming expression. “Nah. I’m quite happy with the result.”

Without another word, Bucky got up, pulling Steve with him by the hand and slowly walking backwards to his room, flashing a shit-eating grin at the thought of what was about to come. At the threshold, Steve hesitated, letting go of Bucky’s hand.

“Buck?”

“Yeah, punk?”

“Do Sam and Clint really watch porn together?”

[chaelight]

i was tagged by @pansynight​. thank you, ezra!

i’ll tag @leftandright, @nctyz, @theyoungflexer, and @kihyunsgf, but only if you want to!!

rules: answer these questions and tag 5 mutuals

1. Flowers or chocolates?

uh…i only really like dark chocolate, so flowers i guess

2. Between day and night I prefer:

night

3. My favorite drink:

iced coffee ;;

4. Between sunrise and sunset, I prefer:

sunset 

5. Between dogs and cats, I prefer:

dogs. cats are cute, but i’m allergic hgfds

6. The vegetable I hate the most:

i Do Not vibe with squash or eggplant

7. My favorite sound:

i like the sound of storms…also laughter? 

8. The first thing I notice about people:

height, i think

9. Would you prefer horror or fantasy?

fantasy. horror’s too noisy gfdsa

10. I’d want to be stuck in a lift with:

uh, it doesn’t really matter i don’t talk to people in elevators 

11. What city or town you’d like to live in?

i’d like to live in a smaller city. not anything crazy like nyc or atlanta, but something a bit busier than where i live right now

12. What I value most in life:

every day magic…things like the way the stars look at night or the sky after it storms…the feeling you get when you hear your favorite song, the sound of people laughing…that kind of stuff

13. If I could learn any skill, it’d be:

DRAWING god i’m so bad at it

14. Between the beach and the mountains, I prefer:

i’ve never really been to the mountains, so the beach

15. I’d love to get married in:

a court house. marriage isn’t really something i care about, but if i must, i don’t want a ceremony or anything like that

16. My hidden talent:

i am painfully mediocre at most things

17. If I could bring anyone back to life, I’d bring back:

i don’t have an answer for that

18. Why?

it’s just. uncomfy

19. Rainy or sunny day?

rainy. sunny days usually mean it’s gonna be humid as hell outside, and i hate that

20. Who’s the real model of your life?

uh i dunno

21. How I relax after a hard day:

giffing or playing botw. if you see me posting multiple sets in a short period of time, it’s probably because i’m ✨ stressed ✨

22. I like the way I look:

i’m okay enough

23. My most favorite facial features of myself is:

i have a freckle on my right eye that i think is cute

24. My most favorite part of my body is:

don’t have one

25. If I could change anything about my body:

i know this is talking about physical appearance, but my eyes lmao

26. If yes, what’s it:

i’m extremely near-sighted and i have high astigmatism so

27. If I could change something from my past:

uh…pretty much everything since my sophomore year of high school

28. How many piercing I have:

one in each ear

29. I like makeup?

i think it’s pretty

30. I wear make up everyday:

i don’t wear makeup bc i don’t have the vision or hand-eye coordination for that

31. My skin type is:

combination

32. My skin tone:

tan? i’m half-filipino so

33. My hair color:

it’s still red-black from when i dyed it to match minhyuk and changkyun

34. My height:

5′4″ maybe

35. My age:

21

36. My birthday:

june 3

37. My best friend:

two girls i went to high school with

38. I have a pet or more:

i have a dog !!

39. If I don’t, I’d like to adopt:

nah 

40. Video games or social media:

i use social media more, but i like video games

41. I’ve visited outside my country:

lol no i’ve been to like…four states and that’s it

42. I have an innocent/dirty mind:

this is an odd question both i guess 

43. Someone proposed to me or asked me out?

yes

44. If yes, then I liked it and accepted or the opposite:

it was kind of terrible. the date lasted for eight hours because the boy wouldn’t take me home, and i panicked when he tried to put his arm around me so

45. Do you follow some celebrities’ fashion:

no, i don’t understand fashion

46. What do you think about your fashion sense:

i like overalls and sweaters w leggings it’s okay

47. You found someone copying your fashion:

most people wear sweaters and leggings it’s nbd

48. Can you do your makeup properly:

i don’t know how to use makeup

49. You go or used to go with makeup to school:

no

50. What color suits you best?

i think red is cute on me

51. Finally, how is quarantine going?

i mean i didn’t love it, but it was better than me being forced out of quarantine because my uni decided that we should come back even though there are asshole college students breathing into each other’s mouths and making bets on who can get covid first.