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sempsimps · 7 months ago

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Gregory violet song scenarios

so this is a bunch of random scenarios and head canons i have of this emo boy and i even made a playlist for it becuse im so prepared for this also i do edit the lyrics a tad to fit the time its set in and vibe of the shorts so like if that bothers you sorry i guess (also i wanted to experiment with the tumbler coloured text i think it looks so cool) but this is mostly x reader so sorry if that's not what you want im just brain rotting at this point i cant do this lmao also i would like to say i unfortunately dont have the manga so i actually dont know whats going to happen sorry

starting with the honourable runner ups i think these songs fit but i couldn't think of what to write for them

Necromancing dancing - bear ghost (pun intended) "when im necromancing, everyone's dancing, no one can stop me i dare you to try! the dead are infused with sentential grove"

i don't wanna fall in love - she wants revenge

ramblings of a lunatic - bears in trees "would anybody listen to this the ramblings of a lunatic"

everything is temporary - cavetown "sticks and stones they say that we dont have bones inside our brains"

mamas boy - Dominic fike "m-a-m-a-b-o-y mamas boy mamas boy"

im not a cynic - Alec Benjamin "i swear im not a cynic im just being realistic"

cats - the living tombstone "meow meow meow meow memeow"

they/them - atlas, jhfly

house of wolves - my chemical romance

plucked - destroy boys "take a bird from the sky and you wonder why she wants to fly"

nobody - mitski

underachiever - NOAHFINNCE "nothing beats the life of an underachiever"

the adults are talking - the strocks "dont go there you never return and i know you think of me when you think of her"

(lowkey heathers the musical JD looking ass)

WARNING ANGST IS HERE

your stupid face - Kaden macay (oh no + verse 2)

Gregory in third person pov - the realisation he liked you

he was zoning out at the swan gazebo and drawing some sketches with his charcoal pencil. The first bit of the facial anatomy was done, and he used French bread to remove the lines. to make the face he slowly did the eyes and made them defined and full of life, the nose features, and soon enough he had nearly finished carefully doing each strand of hair falling perfectly around the face he wasn't even thinking about who it was but when he stopped to finally look at it realised who it was. 'Oh no,' looking at it more, he tilts his head back, closing his eyes shut to not let the sun make him dizzy. 'noooo' now he was roughly pressing the charcoal to the paper. 'i just really like you face' drawing the smile you always wore around him. 'Ugh, you don't have to look so happy..' he kept drawing, now to try and get it just right. remembering all the times you expressed it. 'im not really into the love that you flaunt in some bright font' smirking to himself 'but if that's what you want ill make it snappy.- wait what' he looked around noticing no one was looking at him he sighed 'i just feel so out of place' he finished your face. 'but not when you near me' moving on to the shoulders. 'when your gone, I'm like a plant with no root' he made quick work of the shape and made the clothes 'or a ball that's on mute' he smiled looking at his work 'don't you dare call me cute, you should fear me' a hand on Gregory's shoulder makes him jump, it was bluewer telling him he needs to sort out a purple house conflict, and to bring cheslock to sort out a fight. sighing and carefully putting his sketch away, a small smile on his soft features. 'Now i like your stupid face'.

soundproof - destroy boys (verse 1 before chorus)

panic attack from social anxiety (if uncomfortable then skip it) - he got amongst the dancing and hated it

it was after the big cricket game that he had to be there for appearances, empty streets are just as soundproof as studios and big crowds. and there were people dancing already. It was making him dizzy, just looking. 'keep me away from here' but when he somehow ends up in the middle of the hall he starts to panic 'how'd i appear on this stage' he was amongst all the dancers getting in the way of some getting bumped into. 'im taking up too much space.' his head was spinning from all the movement, and he felt eyes on him. 'Look away, please don't look this way.' Feeling a hand on his arm leading him out of the hall, too dizzy and unfocused to see they walked outdoors, the fresh air bringing him back down to earth. not sure who it was, but he thanked whoever it was as he started to calm down, taking deep breaths. 'i don't ever want to hear myself ever again'

disco! in the panic room - bug hunter (chorus 2)

in your pov third person - dancing again i dont know im losing the plot as i write. sorry to the amab readers this one this feminine

i was in disguise at the school, as ceils older brother, as I saw him as one. and missed being in a dress. so after the cricket game was announced, and shown it was underway, i went behind the door to get into a dress. i was hiding one underneath my cloak, i let the dress fall from the purple robe it set nicely, and i just simply wrapped the fabric around my waist, like a bow. and headed out to find Gregory, he was still upset about the fire, and wanted to leave as fast as he could. and i understood, but i wanted to dance with him just a little. He was just out of view of everyone trying to leave, and i pulled him into a room with a bright smile. "hiya, would you like to dance in the panic room violet?" He simply smiled. "I made a promise so sure." he held my hands, and i started to slowly waltzes in a random backroom. away from the crowed and prying eyes and i could see that every few movement he was getting more and more pale, as we turned slightly in the dance "Now I feel nauseous, As if I drank a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with" i giggle a little as we stop. he lets go of my hands, to hold his head, he feels dizzy but i come prepared knowing about this, with some water in a canteen. "you probably did But Lysol won't solve this, so have some water." i handed his the medium sized flask, to which he hesitantly took a sip with shaky hands. "im out of options, arnt i?" he softly smiled after a few moments, and i was satisfied to get a little dance. making sure he was okay. but i felt bad. "you can head back now i understand this was a lot, sorry" he sighed "oh its okay and thank you, It's past my bedtime and I'm honestly exhausted" i smile as he hands back my water flask. "But if you want me, I'll be here." Gregory and i walked out of the room and said out good nights before he went wherever, and i returned to the ballroom to see Elizabeth and everyone.

fire on fire - sam smith (chorus 1 like half of it)

Gregory pov - looking at you from outside the purple house fire (and i realise that the song is more about love but i want the angst so deal with it)

i stood there, my eyes filled in fear, as the boarding house burned. i couldn't move, I don't say a word stuck in place, you grab my hand i should be used to it, But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know. just like the fire that i couldn't look away from, a soft hand leading my face away to look at you. There you go, saving me from out of the cold, but i couldn't do anything. but blankly stare at you. tired and scared features, eyes slowly morphing to cry. Fire on fire would normally kill us, and this was on the inside. i was breaking down as i saw how distraught everyone was. I couldn't keep it in much longer. but then the other prefects showed up, and i didn't have time for it, so i pulled my hood up to hold it in, letting go of your hand to do something.

Love me not - eimi (verse 3?)

the part that's always on TikTok but it is a good song- anyway this is at the dating stage and you try to get help from your friends idfk

Sitting on the grass, in front of the bench in the middle of a courtyard, talking with Ciel, soma, and your best friend, the latter two interested in how the relationship was going with Gregory. so far all you could describe it as was confusing, when they asked how. you stood up and started pacing in front of them finger to your chin like how a detective dose it but moving to act out and get you point across better. "Does he really love me? Does he think I'm too much." My pacing stops as i shook my head and returned to walk around. "Am I hanging by a string? Am I pushing my luck?" I looked at the two with confusion, hands out, doing some gesture. they were still intrigued, and i just wanted an answer. "He says I'm his beloved. He says I'm enough. but every time I kick and scream, he tells me to shush!" waving your arms up and down in frustration, and at this, the friends pay more attention. shock on soma's face, making an o shape. "He told you to what!" My best friend joining in, equally surprised. "he told you to, huh!" Ciel bored of our shit huffed out a sigh before speaking. "I think you shouldn't really worry. and you're blowing this up," and I hastily replied, almost yelling. "But I'm falling in love! Does he wanna break up!?" I gripped the hood of my purple house uniform, pulling it over my face, which was red in embarrassment, and I felt some paper in there. taking it off my head a small envelope fell out of my hood, it had a clear purple wax seal with the house cress. 'That wasn't there before'

absence - Rio Romeo chorus + verse 3

Gregory in third person this is angsty, and sad. description of dying

he was thinking about what was going to happen all the experiments, but he unwillingly took part in. he couldn't shake it a feeling of impending doom. he knew the things he did, and that didn't warrant him to be sorry for himself, but he couldn't eat or sleep, even drinking something seemed impossible. then his thoughts came back to his friends. He couldn't stop thinking about how they would react, to him dying. 'If i just vanished, do you think you'd manage' laying in his bed contemplating how you would miss him. 'Or would you disappear right besides me?' A tear came into his eye. As he continued to think of you, how would you react to what he's done, more and more tears came out, little by little. 'Do you think you're ready? When i went unsteady,' his tears ran down his checks, smearing the eyeliner. 'lover, please prepare for my absence.' he stifled his cries with the ball of his palm, keeping it in. lipstick smearing on his hand as he bit down harder, more tears rolling down, landing on his pillows staining them. 'absence makes the heart grow stronger', wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. 'pray my baby will not squander everything to gain by my leaving' taking his hands away from his face, to look at them they shook, as he starred at them blurry vision from crying, the bite mark on his right one blending red. 'and if i return the favour.' thinking to all the sweet parts you shared together. 'pray my baby always saviour, every moment we were both present' sitting up to hunch over head in his hands quietly sobbing, the walls were thick and he knew it but it hurt to cry louder.

oh boy that took some effort i was going to so many more but i just cant but i do kinda love what i did i think it matches his character well I hope it matches at least and again here is a link to my playlist i hope it works if not i have the same name on Spotify but non the less i hope my writing doesn't suck :) (feeling like the Q.A from welcome home "I want it out open open open" lmao MAYBE IM A LITTLE DELULU RN WHO KNOWS) ALSO ive never written angst before so i hope that was good idfk

https://spotify.link/tg5qbp9ZgJb

#black butler #fanfic #kuroshitsuji #gregory violet #/reader #gregory violet x reader #song fic

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mochamvgz · 1 year ago

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only check under the cut if you're ready to feel single(sorry I love him too much and cannot shut up about him. ever) and to see me lose my fucking mind<33

OKAY SO

my sister was doing her french hw (about colours) and i just randomly asked her to quiz me on it bc I wanted to see how much i remember (i don't have French anymore) and at one point she asked me what's the French word for black and my mind just went blank and she looked at me with super wide eyes and her mouth hanging wide open, like a 'HOW TF DO YOU NOT KNOW THIS' look

and then it hit me

NOIR!!!!

i proceeded to break down and hit myself with her plushie and just over-all be highly disappointed with myself for momentarily forgetting the word noir while calling myself a mega huge miraculous ladybug and cat noir fan

and then I got a notification and my notification tone is meow which obviously made me even further into an exaggerated state of distress and disbelief

my father even came to check on me if I was dying or sum lmao

AND THEN MY BF REPLIES TO ME ON DISCORD ABOUT SOME CUTE CAT PICS I HAD PREVIOUSLY SENT SO NATURALLY I GET EVEN MORE MAD AT MYSELF BC I ALSO HAVE THE AUDACITY TO CALL MYSELF A CAT LOVER AND THEN FORGET "NOIR"??? AS IN CAT NOIR???

MY FIRST EVER FIC WAS A CAT NOIR AU!!!!!!

and i try to keep my cool while texting him back

(to provide a bit of context, his bedtime is, or used to be until recently, 10pm ik he's insane for that but he's my little patootie so no slander or I will come for your entire bloodline)

ahem, okay so back to the topic at hand

EMPHASIS ON THIS PARTICULAR TEXT!!!!

i have now reached a whole new level of insane #+_($;_#(!_#!!_)$

back to the story, i told him he just unintentionally made a miraculous reference and he's like "oh did i?" (bc what else was he supposed to say) and he said he doesn't rly know much about it (which i already knew but wtv) and I told him it's fine

wait lemme just show y'all (if anyone even made it to this point, congrats and ily if you did but ily regardless)

it's cute but we both know it ain't possible cuz uhm long story short we're living the forbidden romance trope haha

#i'll stop now before i actually have a breakdown lol #the thing at the end just put a huge damper on my excitement but wtv i'll live ig lmao #—peace owt!

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everysongineverykey · 3 years ago

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uhhhh off? for the 'send me a fandom and ill tell you which characters are' thing? never played it but currently debating practicing french with it

okay! let's try this! i have not even finished the game but let's do it anyway!

blorbo: oh almost certainly zacharie. he is so. so. he and seam deltarune scratch that very specific "chuckling smiling shopkeeper/merchant who knows more about the universe than they should" itch in me. i LOVE HIM i don't care if he ends up being evil. we stan. j'ai quelques trucs pour le moment. voila voila! et sinon, ça va? promotion special pour (player name)! whadda guy

skrunkly: probably the judge :) he's so cute he's baby. like he's kind of all-knowing but he's also just a stupid baby boy kitty. he loves his brother and was sad to see him die :( he tries to get people's attention by meowing loudly and for a long time. cronch miam miam cronch my boy...

scrimblo bimblo: hmmm see i haven't really interacted with the fanbase much so i don't really know who's underappreciated and who's not lmao. i guess japhet's a pretty sick enemy though

glup shitto: this is hard lmao there aren't really side characters that aren't unnamed elsens so i will go with the statue of zacharie you can take a rollercoaster ride with cause that was one of my favorite parts

horse plinko: i would put dedan in the horse plinko cause he deserves it. fuck that guy

eeby deeby: the batter, of course. he basically already got sent to super hell with la chambre he can handle the real thing. take your little bat and kill people and tell yourself it's purifying them, bestie

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maria-scribbles · 4 years ago

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glitter + crimson (let’s start a riot)//part four

summary: carmen actually steps foot inside her own house after discovering her daughter isn’t the only teenager living there. the hurricane hurtling toward the island matches the tempest in sailor’s heart as she finally gets some long-overdue words off her chest that her mom isn’t very happy to hear and two friends inch closer and closer to crossing that metaphorical line.

word count: 6.6k+ (oops, i did it again 😅)

ship: jj maybank x oc (sailor flynn)

warnings n stuff: mentions of abuse/neglect, gambling addiction, child abandonment, being kicked out of home, fluff, swearing, underage drinking, flirting, having shitty dads, mentions of weed, star wars, and sailor’s unhealthy addiction to nutella, mention and direct quote of the percy jackson and the olympians series (again), subtle nod to new girl (i love seeing how many references i can make lmao)

a/n: first off, i just want to thank each and every one of you for your likes, reblogs, and especially your wonderful comments! they mean to world to me, seriously ❤ now, here comes the dramaaaaa! we get to dive into sailor’s complicated, turbulent relationship with her mother (sailor, like john b, has a very big, very real fear of being abandoned by people she loves because of her dad) before heading toward the canon timeline of the show. the quote about the sea near the beginning is from jaques cousteau, legendary french naval officer, marine explorer and filmmaker who co-created the aqua-lung and paved the way for modern scuba diving. he also pioneered marine conservation and discovered the wreck of the hmhs britannic, sister ship of the rms titanic! so overall, he was a pretty cool dude and i feel that he’d be a personal hero to ocean-loving sailor (maybe even kiara as well, considering her love of the environment/conservation).

unbetaed as usual so all mistakes are my b.

gif credit to @toesure (who has the most beautiful gifs, ngl)

~Masterlist~

part four: high tide

The sun’s just peeking its rays over the horizon, painting the deep blue sky the softest shades of pink and orange. Calm, steady waves lap against the shore and over Sailor’s bare feet as she stands alone on an empty and desolate beach, the only signs of life coming from the seagulls squawking overhead. The air is thick and sticky with early morning humidity, the type that makes it hard to breathe and frizzes the hell out of her wavy hair, and she can already feel moisture starting to collect on her skin.

Why’s she here again? She can’t remember a reason and come to think of it, she can’t remember exactly how she got here, either. Did she drive? She turns her back to the ocean and its entrancing pull to look for her truck but finds the surf shop is the only thing she can see clearly, the world surrounding it blurred in an incomprehensible mess of color; the sight should’ve caused anxiety to take root in her chest but somehow she finds herself unbothered, relaxed. Somehow, she feels at home.

“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.”

Sailor’s head snaps to the left at the sound of a painfully familiar voice. A tall, redheaded man now stands in what was only a few seconds ago an empty space, smiling out over the water with the brilliant colors of the sky reflecting in his green eyes.

“Dad?”

Ryan doesn’t seem to hear the incredulous tone in her voice or even the fact that she spoke at all as he turns to face her and asks a question of his own, “It’s true, don’t you think?”

Of course she does. The sea has had her under its captivating, magnetic spell ever since she first laid eyes on it when she was a toddler, a baby, even. Her parents always said she wanted to spend every waking moment at the beach, combing the sand for shells and staring out at the water, imagining what new discoveries were waiting for her in its depths. Her mouth moves on it’s own as she replies, “You know I do.”

It’s not what she wants to say at all. She wants so badly to yell at him, let out her frustrations and hurt and pain ‘how dare you leave us’ ‘what did I do wrong’ ‘why haven’t you come back yet’ but finds that she can’t form the words. It’s like she’s watching a video, or maybe reliving a memory -oh. It feels like a memory because it is one, she recognizes with a start, of the week before he took off and abandoned them for the very first time, leaving behind a gaping, bleeding wound that neither Sailor nor her mother ever managed to properly stitch back together.

Ryan’s smile widens. “Always got your eyes on the horizon, Starfish. Just like your old man.”

Her heart clenches at the old, familiar nickname that she hasn’t heard in years, like she’s looking at a favorite pair of childhood shoes or an old t-shirt from a family vacation long past and realizing she doesn’t fit in them anymore, that she’s moved on, and surprisingly, it doesn’t sting as much as she thought it would.

“Come on,” Her father says and when he reaches out to her, Sailor finds herself reaching back with a much smaller, eight-year old sized hand that’s swallowed by Ryan’s larger, calloused palm. “Think you can go fifteen feet today?”

“Fifteen? I’m gonna go twenty!” She declares confidently in her most grown-up voice, giggling when her dad beams and hoists her little body up into his arms, the stubble on his face tickling her skin as he plants a kiss on her cheek.

“That’s my girl.”

He runs into the surf, tossing a laughing Sailor into the ocean when it’s waist deep before they wade out, further and further until the sandy floor drops away from their feet and they’re left treading water.

“Ready, Starfish?”

“Ready!”

The sun breaks over the horizon and casts its golden light on the pair, turning their hair an identical shade of fiery red just as they dive below. She has to work harder to keep up with her father’s longer strokes but she does it and reaches the bottom the same time he does; he smiles widely and reaches out to quickly cup her cheek, pride shining clearly in his eyes and she beams back before turning away to scan the floor for any worthy shells. Finding a knobbed whelk a few feet away, she swims over to grab it before pushing off toward the surface, Ryan following close behind. The sun becomes brighter and brighter the closer she gets and just when her head breaks through the waves-

Sailor wakes.

The early morning sun shines across her eyes through the curtains as she stares up at the surfboard above her bed, the very shelf were the whelk from that day still sits, proudly displayed with her other finds. Yawning, she runs her hands over her face and blinks away the last threads of sleep still clinging to her lashes, along with the memory of her dream. Moments like that with her father were rare. Ryan was a blast to be around when he was happy doing something he wanted to do, like diving for shells, hitting up the bowling alley for a few games, or taking his old, beat up boat out into the marsh to fish for hours on end (never something mundane as doing the dishes or folding the laundry, no, those were children’s jobs and being an only kid, those responsibilities fell to Sailor.). Moments like that were when she felt that -naively, foolishly- her dad was actually proud of her, that he wasn’t horribly inconvenienced by her having the audacity to be his daughter, to be born, that maybe he loved her as much as she loved him.

Cold from a sudden shiver that runs through her body, she rolls onto her side to seek out the best human space heater she knows but her arm only finds empty sheets lacking warmth, her hand reaching for someone who’s no longer there. She frowns and sits up, fingers automatically running through her sleep mussed waves in a semi-futile attempt to fix them into something less resembling a bird’s nest. A quick check of the phone she doesn’t remember plugging in to charge reveals its just before 7 in the morning and her confusion over her missing bedmate only grows; JJ’s rarely ever conscious before 9 AM at the absolute earliest and almost never by his own volition unless surfing’s involved. Even Binx is gone from his usual spot at the end of the bed, leaving her truly alone in the tiny room.

On the floor alongside his boots, the backpack she never noticed him having yesterday is still where he dropped it with its zipper open wide, while his phone rests next to hers on the bedside table and Sailor feels an almost embarrassing wave of relief wash over her knowing he’s still here, that he didn’t just up and disappear in the middle of the night, that he stayed (of all the times he’s come to her before, only once did he leave before dawn and, after she’d frantically tracked him down at John B’s place, tears in her eyes and streaming down her face at the thought of him returning to the lion’s den that he called home, he held her close and promised to never do it again.). She pulls herself out of bed and crosses the room to pull on a random hoodie from the closet before pocketing her phone and padding into the hall, the wooden floor cool under her bare feet.

A demanding meow comes from the kitchen followed immediately by a vexed, “Binx, my dude. For the last time, you can’t have this.” JJ’s bright laugh echoes throughout the room when Binx meows again, this one more insistent than the last and the redhead smiles, quietly shuffling forward to lean against the wall. He doesn’t notice, instead holding a finger to his lips as he shushes the cat sitting on the counter beside him, then turns back to whatever he’s doing. “Be quiet, dumbass! You don’t wanna wake your mom up, do you?”

“I don’t know, sounds to me like he might need my help.”

He startles at her teasing voice, nearly dropping the butter knife in his hand as she steps forward and scoops Binx into her arms, pressing a kiss to his fuzzy cheek. “Is mean old J not feeding you, Binxy? That just won’t do!”

He rolls his eyes but the grin tugging the corners of his mouth upward betrays his amusement as he says sarcastically, “Yeah, I’m the bad guy for not giving the brat Nutella. Great.”

With a laugh, Sailor gives the cat another loving scratch behind the ears before gently setting him on the floor and hoisting herself onto the counter beside JJ, her legs swinging back and forth and lightly brushing against his side. “So...you’re up early.” She says, watching him scrape the last bit of Nutella out of the jar and smear it on some toast, another piece already made on the plate at his elbow.

“Yeah, I woke up and couldn’t go back to bed.” He shrugs, tossing the knife in the sink and the empty container into the trash; her stomach does a little flip when he brings his hand to his mouth and licks away the chocolate left behind on his thumb, then continues, “Sorry if I woke you up. I tried to be quiet but that shithead over there wouldn’t shut up.”

He nods his chin in the direction of a lounging Binx, stretched out on the back of the couch in the sun and she shakes her head. “Don’t worry, you didn’t. I-” She shrugs, too, and meets his blue-eyed gaze. “I guess I couldn’t sleep, either.”

“Bad dream?” JJ asks, holding the plate of toast out to her and she takes a piece with a grateful smile as she replies, “I’d call it more of a bittersweet memory.”

They both fall into a comfortable silence while they eat until he suddenly asks another question around a mouthful of breakfast, “About your dad?”

Sailor freezes mid-chew, her father’s green eyes flicking away from her best friend’s face toward the floor as she swallows thickly, her free hand anxiously clenching the fabric of her shorts. After a long, pregnant pause in which they finish their food and he puts the dirty plate in the sink, she finally says softly, “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

She apologizes again, staring down at the floor and swinging her legs back and forth, her bare feet hitting the cabinet with dull thuds.

“For what?” His brow furrows in confusion while he takes a step forward to stand between her legs, one hand reaching to hook a finger under her chin and lift her head so he can look her in the eye, the other resting on her knee. “Seriously, help me out here ‘cause I’m confused as fuck.”

“Because I feel guilty, okay?” She starts, eyelids briefly closing as she takes a deep breath before snapping open again and continuing before he can interrupt, “Here I am, getting upset over a stupid dream I had about my gambling addict dad that ditched me when your dad does that,” -she points to his bruised ribs- “and this,” -her palm rests on his cheek, thumb skimming over his scabbed lip- “and God, I just-”

“Whoa, hold up there, Sail.” JJ cuts her off, his free hand joining the other in cupping her face, “Just because your dad never hit you doesn’t mean you don’t have something to be pissed about. He abandoned you, stole your mom’s money, and made you feel like shit! You have a right to be mad as fuck about it.”

“But-”

“But nothing! We’re not having a fucking competition about who has the shittiest dad,” -He smirks devilishly, brushing a wayward red curl off her forehead- “because they both suck major dick. End of story.”

In spite of herself, Sailor snickers as she winds her arms around his neck and pulls him close, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder while his own arms slide around her waist. “We should start a club.” She jokes lightly and feels his snort of laughter against her ear in response.

“‘Shitty Dad Society,’” He declares proudly, “I call being president.”

“Well, I’m your VP! Binx’s our secretary- shit, I’ll be treasurer, too ‘cause I don’t trust you with any type of financial situation at all.”

He laughs again, hand tightening its grip on her waist and she smiles into his neck as he says, “That’s fair. We should make shirts.”

They settle into another comfortable silence after that, both more than happy to relax in the other’s arms and just be. It’s one of her favorite things about..whatever they are, the ease, the contentment, the familiarity felt when they’re together are sentiments she never, ever wants to lose and a thought, an exciting, dangerous thought pops into her head: what if he never has to leave?

“Come live with me.”

“...what?”

Oh, fuck, she just said that out loud, didn’t she? Brain, enter panic mode. The redhead abruptly pulls out of his embrace and buries her already blushing face into shaking hands, closing her eyes tight for good measure, stammering between her fingers, “Nothing, nothing! I said nothing!”

“Pretty sure you said something,” His hands encircle her wrists and gently pull them down to her lap. “And it wasn’t ‘nothing.’”

She stares down at their entwined fingers resting on her thighs, the backs of his hands deliriously warm against her exposed skin and grounding her to this (scary, exciting, vulnerable) moment, and blurts out in a rush, “I said, come live here. With me.”

JJ doesn’t speak, but the way his hands almost imperceptibly tighten their hold on hers -she would’ve missed it if she hadn’t already been looking- compels her to raise her head and meet his eyes; the indescribable depth of the ocean is behind his gaze, as well as the barest hint of pure, brazen hope, and it says everything his mouth won’t.

“Remember yesterday, when you said you don’t know how much more you can take?” She asks. At his tight nod, she weaves her fingers even more intricately with his and admits softly, “Well, I’m not sure how much more I can take, either.”

Sailor’s eyes sweep over the cuts on his face with all the gentleness of a lover, his lip first, followed by the one on his cheekbone before meeting his again. “I can’t...I can’t see you hurt like this anymore.”

Blue stares into green for an insurmountable stretch of time, long enough that she starts to think that she should’ve just kept her big mouth shut, until he finally whispers, “Seriously?”

“J, I’ve never been more serious about something in my entire life. I can’t let him do this to you anymore.” She finishes with a shrug, “My mom’s never here, anyway. It’d be, uh, really nice to not be alone all the time ‘cause as much as I love him, Binx doesn’t count.”

His eyes become stormy at that casual admission of loneliness for just a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment before brightening into their natural blue, the same color of the sky on a clear day as he says simply, “Okay.”

“Seriously?” It’s her turn to ask it now and the smile that breaks over her face when he nods is one of unabashed relief; without thinking, she leans closer and presses her forehead to his. “Good.”

He smiles, too, and briefly lets his eyes fall shut at the contact as he jokes, “Just so you know, Flynn, I’m probably not gonna be the best roommate.”

“Please,” She giggles, freeing one of her hands to playfully push at his shoulder, “I live with the most spoiled, demanding cat in the world. I think I can handle you, Maybank.”

The teasing smirk on his face makes her heart beat a little faster. “We’ll see about that.”

Sailor decides to pretend she didn’t hear his loaded comment (she’s not quite ready to open up that particular can of worms just yet), instead pulling her phone from her hoodie pocket to check the time. “Alright, here’s the deal: in one,” -she glances at the time again because holy shit does she have the short-term memory of a fucking chimp- “two hours, we’re going shopping and, hey, don’t give me that look!” She laughs at the pained expression that crosses his face, “If you’re gonna live here, get ready to put in the work.”

JJ offers her a lazy salute with his free hand and she rolls her eyes, trying her best to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as he says coyly (again, damn him!), “Yes, ma’am.”

“Until then, though,” The redhead continues, hopping off the counter to grab his hand and starts pulling him toward the hall to her room, “We have a book to read and you have some Greek to mispronounce.”

“Fuck, you’re bossy.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

It goes like this: for nearly three weeks, life for the pair is pretty damn good. The summer days pass the same as they had been, either spent lazing around with the rest of the pogues or working their variety of jobs -Sailor at the ice cream parlor, along with her weekly shell dives and the beginner surf classes she teaches for The Sandbar, JJ at the country club and doing whatever odd jobs he can find around the island- as June slowly bleeds into July. They find themselves doing everything together: shopping, cooking dinner, sharing her tiny room, and it’s so painfully domestic, so natural and so right that it hurts to wrap her head around it.

If their friends notice, none of them comment on it, even though she sees the looks sent their way whenever they both hop out of Sailor’s truck together (most are curtesy of eagle-eyed Kiara, but Pope and even the ever oblivious John B raise their eyebrows a few times). At night they continue to read through the Percy Jackson series, taking turns reading aloud each evening and for a short, blissful time, they let go of the burdens weighing heavy on their shoulders. For a while, everything is close to perfect.

Typically, predictably, it doesn’t last and when shit finally hits the fan, it happens in epic fashion because nothing is ever easy when they’re involved.

It happens a few days after the Fourth of July. It’s late-afternoon, Hurricane Agatha brewing off the coast causing the clouds to streak faster through the sky and, with the rest of their friends working or otherwise occupied, the two teenagers decide to spend a day lounging at home, getting in a few more chapters of The Battle of the Labyrinth and drinking the beer left over from a night of partying at John B’s house.

“’Jumping out a window five hundred feet above ground is not usually my idea of fun,’“ Sailor reads as she relaxes on the couch, book in one hand and can of PBR in the other, the wind blowing in through the open window ruffling her hair, “‘Especially when I’m wearing bronze wings and flapping my arms like a duck.’“

“I’ll drink to that,” JJ says, briefly lifting his head from her lap to chug the rest of his beer before settling back down, feet propped up on the couch’s arm. They’re both a little buzzed, having lost count of how many drinks they’ve downed but she’s had enough to make her start giggling at his comment as she struggles to keep reading while Binx, fed up with the noise, jumps down from his spot behind her and slinks down the hall to find some peace and quiet.

“Damn you, stop it!” She laughs harder as he pulls a ridiculous face at her pronunciation of Daedalus, then shoots her an impish grin and she responds by ‘accidentally’ dropping the paperback on his face. Both are so caught up in hysterics that they don’t notice the sound of a car pulling into the driveway or a key unlocking the front door.

“Sailor!”

The girl freezes at her name, green eyes widening at the sharp tone of her mother’s voice. Slowly, she turns her head to look over her shoulder where she stands, arms crossed, and she’s so shocked Carmen’s actually looking her in the eye that nothing comes out of her open mouth but an oh so eloquent “huh?”

“What the hell is going on here?” The older woman demands, moving around the couch before either teenager can react, and her eyes narrow when she catches sight of JJ’s head on her daughter’s thigh and the empty beer cans on the end table. “Are you two drunk? Get up, now.”

He hastily does as she asks, eyes downcast to the floor and shaking hands clenched at his sides; ignoring her mother’s glare, Sailor deliberately reaches over and rests one palm on top of his as she says tightly, “Nice to see you home for once, I’m surprised you remembered where it is.”

It’s a low blow and she knows it but she can’t find it in her fuzzy, alcohol-numbed brain to care when Carmen reels back like she’s been slapped before she seems to compose herself, mouth pressing into a thin line. “Sailor Giselle, don’t you dare talk to your mother like that!”

The redhead feels something inside her snap and she glares up at the only parent she has left, all but spitting her next words, “Then start acting like my mother! This is the first time I’ve seen you here in four months!”

“I had to come home after Rachel told me you were shacking up with some boy! Do you have any idea-”

“Rachel?!” Sailor explodes at the mention of their obnoxiously invasive old biddy of a neighbor whose sole mission in life is knowing everyone’s business, “God, that hag just can’t keep her nose out of anything can she?”

Carmen crosses her arms once again and glowers at her daughter. “You know how hard it is for me to be in here, Sailor. I asked her to keep an eye on you for me and I’m glad I did.”

The teenager stares at her in disbelief before barking a loud, humorless laugh. “Let me get this straight: you asked our neighbor to spy on me so you didn’t have to come home...so you didn’t have to actually put in some effort?” Carmen opens her mouth to defend herself but before any words can come out, Sailor continues, throwing her free hand in the air, “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“This is my house!” Her mother thunders, not noticing the way the silent blond boy flinches at her yell and how her daughter tightens her grip on his hand. “This is my house and I can do whatever I damn well please, including having someone look out for you when I can’t.”

“When you won’t, you mean.” She scoffs, shaking her head in thinly-veiled disgust, “I’m doing just fine on my own, no thanks to you, Mom.”

“Does ‘doing just fine’ mean living alone with this kid?” Carmen spits and when she glances at JJ like he’s gum on the bottom of her shoe, Sailor’s finally had enough and takes a step toward the older woman with a furious glare.

“Will you just let that go? God! He’s my best friend and he needed somewhere to stay, that’s it!”

“I don’t care.” Turning to JJ, she demands coldly, “Go pack your shit and get out.”

“No.” Green eyes hardening into chips of emerald, the redhead grabs his other hand as he goes to leave the room and steps in front of him protectively. “He’s not going anywhere.”

Carmen pinches the bridge of her nose, her voice low as she threatens, “I swear to God, Sailor, either he leaves or I’ll make him leave.”

When she feels his whole body go rigid behind her, she knows her mom’s won this particular battle and before she can even turn to face him he’s disappeared down the hall to her room without a word. Sailor whirls to face her like the wind outside, red hair flying over her shoulder like a whip as she seethes, “How dare you.”

The older woman sighs like she’s the one hurting and crosses to the window before closing it with a firm hand. “Drop it, I’m done arguing.”

“I care about him, Mom, you can’t just kick him out!”

“I said drop it! I don’t give a shit how you feel about him, I’m not having your homeless boyfriend mooching-”

“Jesus Christ -his dad beats the shit out of him!”

The words ring out like a bell, loud and clear and impossible to ignore. Carmen freezes in the middle of picking up a discarded can, tan skin turning pale as she stares, mouth slightly agape, at her daughter; the girl stares back unflinching, and despite her heart’s rapid staccato in her chest, her next words cut like a knife.

“He’s not homeless, okay? But his dad hits him, all the damn time. You’re not gonna stand by and let that happen, are you?”

Her mother’s eyes soften -for a fleeting moment, she looks like her old, caring self again- before they harden to steel, the open expression on her face slamming closed with all the force of a screen door in a hurricane.

“I’m sorry -really, I am- but that’s not my problem.”

Sailor flinches at the icy edge in her voice and looks down at the floor, jaw clenched tight as she tries to blink away the sudden burning behind her eyes. “I...I don’t know you anymore. My mother would never say that.”

She hears Carmen heave another deep sigh as her footsteps slowly head toward the front entry, “You and I have a lot to talk about when I get back from work, Sailor.” She says, followed by the snatching of keys and the door handle turning. “And that boy had better be gone when I do.”

The redhead looks up from her feet, watching the door slam behind her mother’s retreating form before hastily making her way down the hall to her room and like that morning, the wave of relief that she feels when she sees JJ still sitting on her bed, realizing he’s still here, is downright embarrassing but she’s well past the point of caring. In a flash, Sailor’s in his arms, face pressed against his neck as she cries, “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.”

“Sail, you’ve gotta stop apologizing for things you can’t control.” He whispers when she eventually falls silent and she can’t stop the rough laughter bubbling in her chest, even as her whole world feels like it’s falling apart around her.

“Sorry.”

His own laugh is short and low in her ear, and then he’s pulling her closer as his hand draws soothing circles on her back. She lets herself relax for a brief moment, eyelids fluttering closed at his touch, before she takes a deep breath and pulls back to look him in the eye, hands carelessly wiping away the tears on her cheeks, “Help me pack.”

“...what?”

“When she kicked you out, she kicked me out, too.” She says matter-of-factly at JJ’s confused look while she abruptly kneels, pulling her old suitcase from under the bed and heaving it up onto the mattress.

“Okay, so she didn’t actually kick me out but she might as well have!” The redhead strides to her closet and starts picking out her favorite clothes, tossing them haphazardly onto the bed as she fumes, “God, I even told her about your dad -I’m sorry, shit I did it again- and she said she didn’t care! Not to mention she had our neighbor spy-”

“Sail!” She’s so caught up in her rant that she doesn’t notice when JJ moves to stand beside her, and only when he puts his hands on her shoulders does she stop short, a Kildare County High School sweatshirt dangling from her fingers; she can feel him watching her and when she flicks her gaze up to meet his, she’s not at all prepared for the tempest of emotions -admiration, pride, empathy, something else she can’t name- all crashing like the surf behind his eyes.

Blue. Oh so blue. It’s been her favorite color ever since she knew what colors were and she thinks her favorite shade has to be the one she finds in his eyes: bright, clear, and ever easy to drown in if she’s not careful.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He says it in such a casual way that it’s impossible to think it’s not as intentional as the fingers that slowly tuck a stray curl behind her ear and the thumb that brushes along her flushed cheek.

She just shakes her head with a tiny, bashful smile and her words are an echo of a quiet, rainy night all those weeks ago, “I’m just doing what feels right.”

They fall into an easy rhythm after that, one that helps them both sober up as they fill her suitcase to the brim with everything Sailor thinks she’ll need for a long stay, wherever she ends up. The Chateau makes the most sense of course, but with the DCS breathing down John B’s neck recently, she’s not sure how viable of an option that is but there’s one thing she knows for sure: there’s no way in hell she’s coming back here any time soon. It hurts to leave her shell collection behind -for a brief, dark moment she toys with the idea of tearing the shelf down and smashing them all until they’re turned to dust but she pushes that thought away- so she takes her favorite, the lightning whelk that reminds her of JJ and that day on the beach, and gently tucks it away in her backpack to ease the sting, as a promise to one day return for the rest.

“Jackpot!” JJ exclaims and she looks up to find him on the floor by her chair, pulling up the loose wood board that hides her secret stash of booze and money and reaching in to snag a nearly full bottle of Jack Daniels, holding it above his head with a triumphant smile.

“Shit, I forgot that was even in there,” She replies as she kneels beside him and snatches the whiskey from his hand before he can take a swig, slipping it into her backpack, “Not yet.”

“Oh, come on,” He laughs when she rolls her eyes at his pout and reaches into the dark space to pull out an old plastic lunchbox, along with a small flask that gets thrown in her bag without a second glance. “Boooo.”

“Patience,” She teases, opening the cracked lid to take all of the cash inside and stuffs it into the ziploc bag that doubles as a purse (“it’s cheap and waterproof, what more do I need?” was her argument when Kiara asked her why she didn’t have an actual handbag), which she then stuffs in her backpack. “We can get drunk after we get out of here.”

“You had me at ‘drunk,’“ He slides the floorboard back into place after Sailor tosses the empty lunchbox inside and then stands, pulling her up alongside him with his hand in hers, the other reaching out to grab the handle of her suitcase. “Ready when you are.”

The redhead takes one last look around her room, from the assortment of shells and pictures on one wall to her poster of Bethany Hamilton on the other and everything in between -her sanctuary for the longest time- before turning away from the familiar comfort of the old to face the enticing uncertainty of the new. “Let’s go.”

After a quick stop in the bathroom to grab her shampoo, conditioner, and toothbrush -no way in hell is she gonna share any of those with the boys- then the kitchen to grab some food for Binx and the cat himself from the back of the couch (surprisingly, he doesn’t put up much of a fight), they head outside and throw her suitcase and their backpacks in the bed of the truck along with her surfboard.

“John B’s probably gonna be pissed about the cat,” JJ says, leaning against the passenger door with his arms crossed, smirking as she gives him a flat look and unceremoniously dumps Binx onto the bench seat through the driver’s side window.

“Well, John B’s just gonna -stay, Binxy!- have to get used to it. I’m not leaving him behind.”

Across the street, Rachel perches on her porch as she watches the two teenagers with her beady little eyes and Sailor, feeling particularly defiant, grins wickedly. “J, watch this.” Waving to the woman to catch her attention she calls over the wind, “Hey, Rachel!” before slowly extending both middle fingers toward her, one at a time. “That one’s for my mom and this one’s for you, you nosy bitch!”

He instantly joins in and both hold their hands high, cackling with laughter, until the old crone scowls and slithers back into her house like the snake she is. “Good riddance,” the redhead says, opening the truck’s door and sliding behind the wheel, “Let’s blow this joint.”

“Joint?” JJ asks, climbing into the passenger seat and slamming the door behind him, Binx instantly curling up on his lap, “Did you say joint?”

“You and weed, I swear...” She laughs and goes to start the engine before she realizes she’s grasping at an empty ignition and lets her head fall against the steering wheel with a thunk, “Son of a bitch, I forgot my keys. I’ll be right back.”

Going back inside isn’t as hard as Sailor thought it would be, but leaving is a whole other ball game. She snatches her keys from the bathroom sink where she left them and heads back toward the front door; she’s just passing by their family portrait when it hits her: this is it, the last time in who knows how long she’ll be here. It’s now or never. She thinks of it as a weight on her shoulders, one that’s been dragging her down for far too long, like Atlas holding up the sky, but unlike him, she’s going to break the chains and set herself free.

In one final, sudden burst of years of anger and hurt and frustration, she rips the picture from the hook and smashes it to the floor, sending pieces of glass and wood skittering down the hall before striding from the house and all its memories without a backwards glance, slamming the door behind her with a resolute bang.

Surprisingly, John B doesn’t give a shit about the cat when they show up at the Chateau but he does give a shit about Sailor and her well-being after they give him a quick rundown of the afternoon’s happenings.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Sail?” He asks as he and JJ carry her bags into the house and deposit them in the spare room, the redhead trailing behind with Binx in her arms.

“That’s the age old question, bro,” She deflects with a shrug, taking a seat on the bed and setting the cat down beside her; he instantly takes off to explore his new home as she continues, “Who actually knows if they’re okay? What’s okay to one person can be completely different to another-”

“Sailor, seriously.”

She glances back and forth between the two boys -two sweet, caring boys- watching her with twin looks of understanding and relents. “Look, I’m still kind of...processing everything, alright? I’m not exactly sure what I’m feeling and I don’t know how long it’s gonna take for me to find out but I promise you,” She says softly, looking them both in the eye, “I’ll let you know if I’m not okay. Deal?”

JJ shoots her an enthusiastic thumbs up while John B opts for a simple nod and she grins before pulling the bottle of Jack Daniels from her backpack with a flourish. “Good. Now, I think we could all use a drink.”

The trio (and Binx, house thoroughly explored) bums around the living room while the afternoon slowly turns to evening, the wind outside getting worse with each passing hour the storm moves closer, passing the bottle back and forth until none of them are anywhere close to sober. What started as a game of truth or dare quickly dissolves into straight up truth as they get remarkably philosophical about what animal they’d want to be (an eagle for John B, a wolf for JJ, and to absolutely no one’s surprise, a dolphin for Sailor) and then have a deep, animated discussion about the best Star Wars movie and why it’s The Empire Strikes Back. Later, when the whiskey’s down to a few sips left and their collective demons have retreated to the very back of their minds, JJ drunkenly suggests playing strip poker and both Sailor and John B have to remind him that none of them a.) know how to play poker or b.) even own a deck of cards.

“Damn it!” The sly grin falls from his face when he realizes they’re right and he dejectedly sinks back into the couch, head coming to rest on the redhead’s shoulder. “I wanna see you take your clothes off, Flynn.”

She laughs loudly and grabs the bottle from his hand before taking a big sip and passing it to John B. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that, Maybank.” Whiskey, she found out few months ago, hits her hard: her filter? Gone. Blushing? Aside from the flush in her cheeks from the alcohol, gone. Self-consciousness? As long gone as her father. She’ll flirt her heart out without giving a single shit and it’s both a blessing and a curse, as well as an endless source of secondhand embarrassment in the morning.

“That’s okay, you know I like a challenge.” He declares with a wink, cracking up when she plants her hand directly on his face and pushes him off her shoulder as John B snorts and downs the last of the liquor without either of them noticing.

“Jesus, get a room,” He uses the empty bottle to point down the hall, then sets it on the side table with a hollow thunk as he leans back and stretches his arms above his head. “There’s one right there.”

Sailor gives him a swift kick in the shin with her bare foot for that, plus the shit-eating grin on his face. The trio lounges around for a little while longer, relaxing in a whiskey-induced haze; the redhead finds herself nodding off every so often, slipping back further and further until her head finds a place to rest on JJ’s lap and her legs end up on John B’s. The feel of fingers running through her hair is so feather light that she can barely keep her eyes open and before she knows it, she’s down for the count.

When she wakes some indefinite amount of time later the room is dark, the only light coming from the moon shining through the windows and John B’s gone from his spot by her feet, Binx curled up in a ball on the cushion instead. JJ’s dead asleep, hand stalled in her curls and the sight of his head tipped back against the couch with his mouth slightly open is so damn endearing that she can’t help but smile, even as she reaches a hand up to gently shake his shoulder.

“J, wake up.”

“Five more minutes.” He groans, free hand sluggishly pushing her arm away. Sailor sits up and swivels to face him before shaking him again, giggling quietly at the way his head lolls from side to side.

“Come on, the bed’s way comfier than this.”

Sleepy blue eyes open to give her a heavy look that screams both gratification and longing and so much hope as he quips, “You just want me in your bed again, don’t you?”

She reverently rolls her eyes but reaches to grab his hands anyway and pulls him to his feet, both swaying in place before they find their balance. “And if I do?”

The corner of his mouth rises in a small, adorable smile as his fingers entwine with hers. “I’d say that’s right where I want to be.”

“Well, you’re in luck ‘cause that’s where I want you to be, too.” Still a little bit tipsy, her words are honest, sincere, and as she leads him down the hall, she realizes that old saying is true: drunk words are sober thoughts. After three weeks sharing a home, a room, a bed, she just doesn’t think she can sleep without him anymore and that belief doesn’t quite scare her as much as she thought it would.

Lying wrapped up in his arms in the dark, Sailor finds herself dreaming of a future -as much of a future an impoverished, quasi-homeless, not-quite alright, not-quite-seventeen year old can dream of- with the damaged boy that holds oceans in his eyes.

A few miles away, Carmen Flynn sits on her daughter’s bed with a broken picture frame in her hands as she cries, all alone in an empty house with no idea how to make things okay again.

let me know what you think! also, fun fact: sailor compares her short-term memory to a chimp because studies have shown that chimpanzees are the absolute worst at remembering things, not goldfish as we previously thought (they can remember things for at least five months, compared to chimps who, despite their similarities to humans, forget things in about twenty seconds). sailor, being a zoology nerd, would definitely find that fascinating and make it her mission to educate the masses that goldfish aren’t that stupid jj finds it both adorable and kind of hot

taglist ❤: @sinkbeneathwaves @jiaraendgame @hmsjiara @obxsummer @maysbanks @alexa-playafricabytoto @sunflowerbecca @obxlife @obx-adventures @sexualparkour @coltonparayyko @miawantsapuppy @jjmaybanky @ethereallust

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mischiefandi · 4 years ago

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50 questions tag

thank u for the tag @stilinskiparker 🌸❤️

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? black

2. name a food you never eat? i hate mushrooms so bad and i HATE seafood, only fish i like are salmon and tuna lmao

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? making myself some tea

5. what’s you’re favorite candy bar? either Milky Ways or Kinder Buenooo

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? i’ve seen the Red Devils (belgium national football team) play at Heysel Stadium, and ive seen two baseball games in LA (Dodgers against idk hahaha)

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? i called out my sister’s name cus my cat kept meowing and i wasnt sure if she had food in her bowl haha

8. what is your favorite ice cream? pistachio is fucking incredible, straciatella, vanilla, and i once had crème brûlée ice cream and it was SO GOOD

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? earl grey tea with milk and sugar

10. do you like your wallet? yess it’s dark green and it’s from Monki, my sis got it for me

11. what is the last thing you ate? chili con carne with guacamole and tortillas :)

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? i got myself two new rings

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? the dodgers baseball game haha, it was summer of last year on my birthdayy

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? both salty and sugar but in the same bowl so u get a mix and every bite is a surprise :))

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? @duskholland hehehe

16. ever go camping? every year, my dad, sis and i went camping for a week either in france or belgium, we even went to england twice, it was lovely every time, i also camped for three weeks every year for 5 years cus i had summer camp :)

17. do you take vitamins? a bunch

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? i used to go once a month for protestant school as a kid cus my parents felt it was important to educate myself but once it was time to get confirmed, i said i didnt want to do it so now i dont go anymore and i dont regret any of it

19. do you have a tan? i dont tan lol i burn

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza? pizzaa

21. do you drink soda through a straw? only when it’s a metal straw

22. what color socks do you usually wear? sometimes i wear colourful ones but mostly just white, grey, or black

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? i dont drive so no eheheh

24. what terrifies you? being disliked, failing to exceed my expectations, being imperfect, creepy clowns and ventriloquist dolls lmao

25. look to your left, what do you see? my blue velvet armchair and a black grid to hang up on my wall for my pictures, my windows and white curtains, and a pair of shoes on my cream carpet hehe

26. what chore do you hate most? none tbh haha, i guess it’d have to be hand washing the dishes but we have a dishwasher so that’s cool :)

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? the adventurous dude from Monte Carlo who dates Blair Waldorf lmao

28. what’s your favorite soda? coke zero and ice tea (sparklingg)

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? i eat inside

30. what’s your favorite number? 13, it’s satisfying to say in french and i love how people are scared of it lmao

31. last person you talked to? my sis

32. favorite cut of beef? idkk but i love beef

33. last song you listend to? Non-Stop from Hamilton - i have a problem

34. last book you read? uhhhhh, what is a book?

35. favorite day of the week? fridayyy

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? frick no im dumb

37. how do you like your coffe? iced coffee with milk no sugar OR a macchiato yummm

38. favorite pair of shoes? my black vans or my stan smiths (they’ve got red in the back and there’s a pretty red and green flower pattern on the side)

39. time you normally get up? depends on the day, between 6:45 and 9 am during the week haah oops

40. what do you prefer sunrise or sunset? sunsets are the most beautiful thing ever, i acc have an entire board of pictures of sunsets in my room (that i took)

41. how many blankets on your bed? my elephant and monkey comforter and a matching throw blanket

42. describe your kitchen plates? plain white

43. describe your kitchen at the moment? clean and everything is tucked away haha

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? omg um mojitos, cosmopolitans, vodka with sprite and cranberry flavouring added to it, champagne cus im fancyy

45. do you play cards? a couple of games but not very often

46. what color is your car? dont got none but it’ll be black probs

47. can you change a tire? i know the books part of it lol but ive never done it

48. your favorite state? well im not american but i’d say california

49. favorite job you’ve had? i babysit and that’s about it lmao so uh, i’d say that haha

50. tagging: @apatheticanvas67482 @duskholland @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @bxileyclxne @stiles-o-dylan24 @fallinfortom (u dont have to ofc! and anyone who wants to do it, go ahead!!)

#pheww #this took so long #it was fun tho!#ty for the tag hon #❤️❤️#v rambles #a LOT #tag! you’re it!

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sehunniepot · 4 years ago

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— seventeen questions tag

tagged by: my cutie @junghoe with the dimple uwu

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Nicknames: nikki, nik, nik-nak, poops, dumbass

Zodiac: sag l m a o

Height: 5′1, or 154cm

Last thing I Googled: english major concentrations

Song stuck in my head: my only wish (this year) - britney spears ; merry fucking xmas bitches !

Number of followers: tbh i don’t check lmao

Amount of sleep i got: 6 hours?

Lucky number: 11

Favorite song: i wanna dance with somebody - whitney houston

Favorite instrument: ukulele

Dream job: to be a kindergarten teacher :)

Aesthetic: i am soft and pastels and mom jeans galore

Favorite author: marisa meyer

Favorite animal noise: when i talk to a cat and it meows back at me and we start having a conversation

Random fact: i met jesse mccartney and i almost cried

Favorite season: I DONT REALLY KNOW, I CAN’T CHOOSE

Favorite comfort food: chicken shawarma, lumpia, pork. sinigang, chicken and waffles, french fries, dino nuggets

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tagging: anyone who wants to do this!! @hannie-dul-set @smoll-tangerine idk who else to tag

#tag games #nikki rants

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daisugababy · 5 years ago

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Rules: Answer 20 questions then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better!

I was tagged by @novemberhush! Thank you :)

1. Name: Sibel

2. Nicknames: My former friends back from school and my parents call me Sibi. I hate that one lmao So I’m glad that the only friend i still got from school doesn’t do that anymore lol. And then some of my co-workers call me Belle. The rest just calls me by my name.

3. Zodiac sign: Taurus

4. Height: i always thought i was 5′5 but my friend and i measured each other and turns out i’m only 5′3 LMAOOO

5. Languages spoken: German, English, some French, a bit Spanish and a tiny portion Korean.

6. Nationality: I was born in Germany, but my dad is from Turkey. (and yeah, i sadly don’t speak any Turkish)

7. Favourite season: Autumn my dudes, cause it’s the season of Halloween lol

8. Favourite flower: Sunflowers

9. Favourite scent: Freshly baked pies and bread, the ocean and the scent after it rained when the ground is still wet.

10. Favourite colour: Black, blue and lilac. But I also love pink.

11. Favourite animal: Birds. Absolutely birds.

12. Favourite fictional character(s): Oh wow that’s hard. I loved Lexie Grey. She was just so unapologitcally herself?? I also loved Ziva David from NCIS. She was the first female character that made me go ‘oh, maybe i’m not so straight after all??’

I also enjoyed Mike Ross from Suits, Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn 99 and Leonard Snart from the Arrowerse.

13: Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Uhhm... All three.

14. Average sleep hours: Between 5 and 8 hours. It varies a lot haha.

15. Dog or Cat person: Meow!

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: Mostly one. unles smy feet are cold, then I drape another one only over my feet and leg cause otherwise i’ll just sweat.

17. Dream trip: I really wanna see the pyramids. And then relax at a beach for like three weeks.

18. Blog established: March 2011 oh holy fuck

19. Followers: eh

20. Random fact: I’m just really tired rn haha.

I tag (also hello if u don’t know my main, i’m @lucybradford!): @glassesandkim @derek-shepherds @justnotperfectly @she-walked-away @schmico-ing @geofenderwrites @bizzareworlds @malecschmico @kpopmaypop95 @shesbreathless @siahana @lucy-bradford @pinkobsessedfreak @ksiouxw

no worries tho if you don’t have the time or just don’t wanna do it :)

#about me #tag game

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forzhengting · 5 years ago

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about me tag !

tagged by @kunxcii !

♫ nickname: tiana

♫ zodiac sign: leo

♫ height: 164 cm

♫ hogwarts house: ravenclaw/slytherin

♫ last thing i googled: vlive nex7 radio

♫ favorite musician: uhh too many ? silence wang, chen li, lexie liu, nex7, vixx, gugudan, xydo, mitski, rothy, riri, hey violet, troye sivan, jbj95, lorde, dodie, chungha, gem, bulow, xylo, melanie martinez, avril lavigne…..

♫ song stuck in my head: bubblegum bitch by marina

♫ amount of sleep: 6 ?

♫ what are you wearing: extremely oversized hoodie (that i got on sale for 10 bucks hehe) + jeans

♫ lucky numbers: 11 + 6

♫ dream job: changes everyday tbh but smth to with languages and/or music ?

♫ dream trip: europe !! or just anywhere with museums + art galleries

♫ instruments: piano, cello, oboe (and technically recorder LMAO)

♫ languages: english, chinese, learning french

♫ favorite songs: recently

townie - mitski

this love - taylor swift

sunflower’s prayer - v.k. (technically not a song but still)

girl front - loona

尚好的青春 - silence wang

♫ favorite author: leigh bardugo

♫ favorite animal sound: meow

♫ random fact: i lowkey have an almost worrying addiction to soy milk

♫ aesthetic: watching variety shows while drinking coffee that’s slightly too bitter, staying up too late because i’m too into the murder mystery that i’m reading, listening to classical music and hoping i can play that well someday while procrastinating actually practicing, doing homework while hugging one of my many stuffies and blasting my playlist that has everything from ballad songs to heavy rock so i never know what’s going to come next

tagging @nezh4a @beepboopuwu

#feel free not to do it ~#photo creds to pinterest cause i wish i were that aesthetic 😔#anyways thank u for tagging me bc this was so fun to do !#tagged

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foreverxdaydreaming · 6 years ago

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21 questions tag ♡

Tagged by the lovely, talented Chlo (aka @mrkotter 😋💕)

Nickname: have quite a few, but I use JJ a lot

Zodiac: Scorpio sun/Taurus moon/Cancer rising. + Year of the Ox 💘

Height: 5'8"

Last Movie I Saw: probably the Bleach live action on Netflix?

Last Thing I Googled: how many seasons/episodes ATLA & LOK have (cause I'm currently binging 😂)

Favorite Musicians: there's a whole bunch.. so I'll just name my favorite girl and guy group and move on with things. Girls' Generation & VIXX (bc loyalty..lol). Also Cascada and Kelly Clarkson were huge inspirations for me growing up💕

Song Stuck In My Head: somehow just got Son Dam Bi's Queen stuck in my head just now but earlier it was....... caramelldansen......irdk how 👀,,

Other blogs: oh boy, here we go 🙏🏻

@relatablekpopcontent , @dunkshotdreaming , @berrysficrecs , @hourly-dreaming , @sylvumbreon

Following/Followers: 1654/1083

I've been meaning to unfollow a lot of blogs that are no longer active or stuff I'm no longer into but.. I'm so lazy lol.

Do I Get Asks: hardly ever tbh, mainly just chain messages from mutuals tbh. (i get more tag games than asks, but these are fun so i prefer them anyway 😋)

Amount of Sleep: Necessary? Like 10 hours minimum. Do I actually get that? I'm lucky if I can get 7-8hrs.. 😭

Lucky Number: 9

What I'm Wearing: black vneck tee, comfy pj pants, and fluffy socks 👍🏻

Dream Job: either a writer or dancer probably, but i'm fine with my pursuing of psychology as well💕 i would've loved graphic design too but... too much math in the computer fields, ugh

Favorite Food: pizza, pasta or chicken. those are my favorite dishes and it really just depends on my mood lmao.

Instruments Played: ...does the recorder count?? 😂 Look, I learned some guitar ages ago but by now it's covered in dust and I can only remember 3 chords max 💀

Languages: English and Spanish fluently. Korean conversationally. Used to be way better at ASL and know some bits of French and Japanese but..here we are, you know? 🤦🏻‍♀️

Favorite Songs: ok this is gonna be a long, winded road so let me just throw a few out there and be done with this demon ok?

Girls' Generation - Animal

Fiestar - One More

Pristin V - Get It

UNI.T - No More

Taeyeon - I

Orange Caramel - Bangkok City

Oh My Girl - Closer

Cascada - Dangerous

Hayley Kiyoko - What I Need

NCT Dream - Dunk Shot & We Young

Astro - Baby

UNB - Feeling

After School - Ah & Flashback

VIXX - Eternity

(ok lemme end it here before i go on for ages fkdjdjdhd)

Random Fact: I'm actually Cuban, but people usually "just assume I'm white" (whatever that means) or mixed or something. Everyone just answers vaguely when I ask why they're surprised I speak Spanish. Guess I gotta look like un pastelito de coco to be Cuban 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also that I'm not religious, but am sort of into spiritual stuff to an extent. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Tagging: @ooottokaji-vixx @meow-meow-who @jenoscity @kacchand @spaceboy-jun @hugseoksmain @luisar123 @masterninjacow @holysuga @dibidibi-deeznuts @shinee-starlight-pinee

You guys don't have to do this, I just needed to fill out the tag section. Sort to bother you darlings!! Also anyone who sees this post and feels like they want to do this can consider themselves officially tagged by me as well! Enjoy everyone 🙏🏻

#tagged #tag game #thanks again chlo 💕💕#my post #personal #fun stuff #about me #long post #tl;dr warning

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cosmicfurby · 3 years ago

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dgs for the fandom ask game

ohohoho! thanks for the request my dear! i am always willing to talk about dgs at LENGTH i am an obsessed woman suffering from Asoryuu Brain so buckle up buttercup we're gonna have FUN

blorbo from my dgs

that is an EXTREMELY difficult question because, as you might have guessed, I'm obsessed with all of these people :) send help :)

if i had to pick one, though. one to write an entire essay about... god it would have to be susato. i am critically in love with susato. when i first started dgs i remember joking around that "dgs doesn't take place nowadays because if it did susato would be the lawyer and ryunosuke would be her assistant" but. it's true. she's as much of a lawyer as ryunosuke is, that's them facts. good to know that she probably lived long enough to be allowed entry inside a courtroom

i love how she's allowed to be feminine and cutesy and to have traditionally women-coded interests and yet she's still portrayed as a badass who can, and will, throw your ass across the room. she's intelligent and capable and supportive and funny. i love her. madly, you may say.

also she's a massive lesbian but we're not gonna talk about that now are we

scrunkly, someone who gives you cuteness aggression

gina 👏🏻 fucking 👏🏻 lestrade 👏🏻

her sprites with toby ENDED me and flushed my sanity down the toilet

every time gina was happy i was happy she's SO cute i wanted to cry

and also, that sprite with gina crying? who came up with that idea. that is a SIN. someone on that art team is not seeing heaven

scrimblo bimblo, underappreciated or underrated fave

haha maria gorey go brr

if dgs3 was a thing i would love for her to be the assistant coroner she's hilarious

ace attorney has evolved from mainstream media, we don't have "oh you jailed my parent prepare to die" kids, we've got "yeah my mom's a murderer, it be like that sometimes". she has knives. she has a plague doctor mask. do i need to say more

(also madame tusspells but mainly because 1. i am kind of a homosexual and 2. i love putting on a french accent when voicing her)

glup shitto, appears for ten seconds but i won't shut up about them

ah yes, the e g g

no really i am obsessed with Ashley Graydon/Milverton. like, obsessed. is it because he's as pretty as he is an asshole? perhaps. but also because he's SO reminiscent of villains in victorian novels

no hear me out

a con man who grew up in poverty and now has broken up with his past? i mean, that is such a victorian character to write. have him marry a wild and untamed heroine and you've got a romantic 1840s novel, can i write that

poor little meow meow, my controversial, problematic, or otherwise pathetic fave

i MEAN. Kazuma. my boy. my man. he's such a little meow meow. a perfect little meow meow.

it's not like he's *exactly* problematic or controversial, on the contrary, I'd say he's mostly universally loved by the tgaa fandom. but let's be honest, some of his actions are... questionable. but it's ok he's my morally grey but lawful bastard <3

also whoever tells me kazuma isn't pathetic and lame sometimes hasn't played the game because omg he's a fool and a fool in love

horse plinko, you're getting tormented for my personal enjoyment

sorry ryunosuke, you know i love you, but. every time I write anything that has to do with him the poor guy goes Through It. do i enjoy making him suffer? i do not but still he's like the perfect target for my fic related crimes

(which mostly include him losing everything and crying, am i projecting? nah can't be)

i guess the punching bag gene was transmitted to phoenix lmao

eeby deeby to super hell you go

you think they'll have hallowed bottles of wine in superhell

yeah me either

guess it'll be like rehab for him innit

van zieks needs many things. rehab, intensive psychological therapy, a class on critical race theory. superhell is one of them.

he's such a massive BITCH during 90% of the games. he hurls bottles of wine to the gallery. he calls you a clown. he slams his leg on the desk. he drinks on the job. he's insufferable and extra and i love him as a character but not as a person you kno

and then come those last few cases and. this man has gone through a lot of stuff, you see. he worried about soseki-san, in his way. he starts voicing his respect for you as a lawyer. and I'm like. "shit. have i been manipulated". that bitch gaslights gatekeeps girlbosses his way to make you feel bad for him and it should be a CRIME how much i liked him by the end of the games

not to mention he's also like extremely fucking hot

anyway barok you're heading STRAIGHT to superhell for sassy crimes, racist crimes, manipulative bastard crimes and also for distracting me from the fic i am supposed to write crimes

hope you liked this peek inside my... twisted mind... *dramatically turns around flailing my vampire cape*

thanks for the ask bestie ^^

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lil-jooheon · 7 years ago

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tag

i got tagged by @tyoongs~ (i got tagged in a few things a while ago too but i’ve been procrastinating so i never went back and did them rip)

rules: answer to 30 questions and then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better.

nickname: i feel like i have a lot?? but my name in a group chat i’m currently in is “sugar baby” kdsjfhsdk it started off as a group chat i could use to coordinate with my friends about when i could take their pictures but then it evolved into a “is gumby fuckable?” debate so

gender: female

zodiac: leo

height: 5′2″ (158cm)

age: 20 in august >>

time: 1:22am

favorite bands/solo artists: day6, monsta x, bts, the rose, penomeco, hyolyn, & paramore are,,, the only ones on my mind rn bc i’m a bit distracted but,,

song stuck in my head: SHINE BY PENTAGON

last movie i saw: in theaters? infinity war. just,, in general?? i watched mamma mia on netflix a few hours ago

last thing i googled: ........viscacha (look it up)

other blogs: i technically have @allysha but i only use that to archive photos and i’ve been too lazy to actually update it since i just use instagram for photos nowadays

do i get asks: sometimes,,, send me more asks if you’re reading this,,

why i chose my username: bc,,, lil jooheon could’ve been his rap name (i was gonna go back to juicyjooheon but)

following: 84 >>

average amount of sleep: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it varies from 3 to 10 hours sometimes i sleep for 16 so i guess the average would either have to be 6.5 or 9.5 so we’ll take that and say 8 hours lmAO

lucky number: what luck

what am i wearing: rn? grey shorts and a grey shirt

dream job: ok i’m stuck between either being a lead or rhythm guitarist for a band (i suck at the guitar which is what makes this a dream) OR a concert photographer/concept (photo album) photog. for various musicians (which i guess would probably most likely be,,, own my own photog. business) OR!! owner of a cute boba cafe!

dream trip: my dream trip would start in japan and literally never end. i’d just go everywhere. fuck it

favorite food: SUSHI & this thai chicken curry recipe i can make & rice & fried chicken & literally a list of other foods ok everything is my favorite food if i can shovel it into my mouth

play any instruments: violin, guitar, (lil bit of) the keys, KAZOO, and does banging on a box drum to day6 songs count???

favorite song: why is this a question don’t you all know that i can’t answer this?? (it’s ‘the truth untold’ by bts rn tho i can’t lie)

play(ed) any sports: baDmiNToN

hair color: it’s dark brown but everyone just says it’s black so

eye color: alsO dARk BRowN

most iconic song: pachelbel’s canon in d lmFAO

languages you speak/are learning: english, filipino, french, & korean (but i really wanna learn japanese y’all i don’t know why i’m procrastinating)

random fact: you can’t spell ‘homeowner’ without ‘meow’

describe yourself as aesthetics/things: soft black hoodies but also big yellow hoodies

i’ll tag: @miss-noo-na, @snqjin, @cngkyns, @floofsta-x, @bbycurls666, @ftwonho, @teenage-wang, @iadorekimwonpil, @chabkyun, @vipanda31, @fooderaser, @kpopkek12, @wonholdmyheart & anyone else!! don’t feel obligated to do this, i just felt like tagging people so here ya go~

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hoonhosh · 8 years ago

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“What happened to the cat?”

Soonyoung was a normal uni boy

He likes parties

Just not this one

WonsBurgers: Soon

WonsBurgers: Soonyoung

WonsBurgers has called you - Missed call

WonsBurgers: kWON SOONYOUNG PICK UP YOUR DAMN PHONE YOU ARE LATE

WonsBurgers: … Are you reading my messages and not responding to me.

WonsBurgers: I cannot believe you wow

CallmeSoon: Shush

WonsBurgers: Wow now you respond.

CallmeSoon: What am I even late for????? WonsBurgers: The party, you said you’d be there…

CallmeSoon: Oh shit I’m sorry I’ll get over there, tell Mingyu happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!! OuO

WonsBurgers: Yeah yeah

Soonyoung was bored

It was his first time being bored at a party no less

I mean, it was a birthday party with a bunch of people he didn’t know

The only people he knew was the birthday boy, Mingyu, and his best friend, Wonwoo

But they were certainly busy.

He sighed, taking a drink with other underaged drunk kids and some legal peeps

He didn’t plan on getting drunk, he had to get home safe

Kids, don’t drink and drive

He took a seat on the crowded couch when he saw him

A random kid, hair as pink as the pillows on the couch

He was looking down at his lap where a cat with a brused tail laid

He softly petted the head and Soonyoung sorta just watched

The guy was calmer than the party.

It was as if the party was silent when they made eye contact

Of course, Soonyoung looked away, grabbing another drink.

The other boy went back to the cat and Soonyoung caught another glance

With the drink in hand, he started to speak.

“What happened to the cat?”

The male looked up, puzzled before realizing.

“Mingyu is dumber than he looks.” He jokes, making the other chuckle

“Hey, I’m not disagreeing. Is he yours?”

“She.” He corrected. “And no, she just doesn’t like parties. Or at least this one.”

“That makes two of us.” Another sip and the drink was empty.

“Make that three.” He smirked. “Another drink?”

“Nah, I shouldn’t, I plan on driving.”

“Hey, no worries.” The boy stood up slowly, the cat crawling onto Soonyoung’s lap instead. “I can drive. If you’re okay with that.”

He smiled. “Then hand me the whole thing.”

WonsBurgers has called you - Missed call

You have 14 missed calls from WonsBurgers

WonsBurgers: Dude where did you go?? You left the party but Jun says you haven’t come back to the house???

WonsBurgers: SOONYOUNG

WonsBurgers: S

WonsBurgers: O

WonsBurgers: N

WonsBurgers: Y

WonsBurgers: O

WonsBurgers: U

WonsBurgers: N

WonsBurgers: G

CallmeSoon: Jesus Christ

WonsBurgers: Jesus Christ yourself where are you???

CallmeSoon: … I dk????

WonsBurgers: what

WonsBurgers: what do you mean IDK what’s around you??????/

CallmeSoon: I’m in a house but it’s not mine

WonsBurgers: Yeah, I know that

WonsBurgers: Whos house is it???

CallmeSoon: I don’t know??/

WonsBurgers: Then find out!!!!

Soonyoung looked around

The room was competely white

The bed was white, the walls were white, even the flowers were white

The room looked like it costed a lot more than his house did

All the this white however, was making his head hurt.

Plus the hangover, how much did he drink.

He was about to sit up when he felt a slight tug on his hand

He looked beside him and widened his eyes, seeing the boy from the party

He won’t admit it but he screamed; Loudly, falling off the bed

The boy sat up sleeply, rubbing his eye. “Jesus fucking Christ could you not.”

“Uhm..” Soonyoung stuttered. “D-Did we…?”

The boy stared blankly at him. “Do we have clothes on?”

True, they did.

“‘I thought you were taking me home.” He retorting, standing up with a wobble

“I was.” He yawned, standing up as well. “But then you fell asleep before I could ask.”

“Then this is..?”

“My place.”

“Ah.. It’s nice?”

“Thanks?”

A silence washed over them. It was slightly awkward.

“Why were we in the same bed?” He asked

“You wouldn’t let go of my hand.” He mutter out. The two were red in embarassment.

“Ah, sorry bout that..”

“It’s alright, does your head hurt? You drank a lot.” He said, walking to the door. “I’ll get some stuff, just relax”

He smiled weakly at him, sitting down on the bed again. “Thanks.”

“& you probably want to check your phone, it’s going off.” He smirked, leaving the room as Soonyoung scrambled to get his phone.

WonsBurgers: Soonyoung??? Bro??? Where are you???

WonsBurgers: I’m adding Jun to the chat

WonsBurgers add JunJuntheGorgeousDude

JunJuntheGorgeousDude: Dude wtf where are you

CallmeSoon: Sorry, I’m at someone’s house

JunJuntheGorgeousDude: WHo??????

CallmeSoon: Idk his name

WonsBurgers: wHAT

JunJuntheGorgeousDude: dUDE

CallmeSoon: Relax he’s cool

CallmeSoon: I was drunk and he was gonna take me home but i fell asleep so he took me to his place

WonsBurgers: Uhm??????? That’s fishy????????

JunJuntheGorgeousDude: AFKLS DID YOU DO ANYTHING WITH HIM

CallmeSoon: nO HE LET ME SLEEP THATS IT

CallmeSoon: Oh he told me his name

WonsBurgers: WHO

CallmeSoon: Jihoon.

CallmeSoon: What

CallmeSoon: You guys are always spamming me and now youre quiet??

JunJuntheGorgeousDude: lmao sorry I don’t know him but whats his last name??

CallmeSoon: Let me ask

CallmeSoon: Lee Jihoon

WonsBurgers: Dude…. He’s one of Mingyu’s friends

CallmeSoon: Oh???

WonsBurgers: Yeah, he’s super rich

JunJuntheGorgeousDude: OMG YOU GOT A RICH MAN

CallmeSoon: bYE JUN

WonsBurgers: Dude just be careful

CallmeSoon: Yeah yeha

“Your friends are really nosey.” He chuckled, handing Soonyoung some meds and water

“Yeah well, they’re just worried.” He shrugged before hearing a meow. “Did you bring the cat?? I thought she wasn’t yours.”

“She isn’t.” Jihoon said as the cat jumped onto the bed. “But I’m not leaving her at that party.”

“Damn straight. Does Mingyu really deserve to have a cat???”

“Right? I’m going to steal her away.”

He laughed. “Her name?”

“Amie. French for friend, as Mingyu says.”

“Ahh, that’s cute.”

“Yours?”

“Huh?”

“What’s your name?”

“Oh, Soonyoung.”

“Well, Soonyoung, I think you might to get home. I have work so you can give me a call when you get home. Your car is in the pranking lot.” He sighed, getting a towel.

“You went to a party on a work day??”

“Hush.”

“Alright, I’ll text you.” He smiled, standing up.

“I look forward to it.”

CallmeSoon: Hi! It’s Soonyoung

Woozi: Oh hey, I’m guessing you got home?

CallmeSoon: Yeah thanks

Woozi: np but hey can you pass on a message to Mingyu

CallmeSoon: Yeah whats up?????

Woozi sends a picture

Woozi: Tell him I’m not giving back Amie until he treats her right

CallmeSoon: yES BITCH WOO

Woozi: LMAO

#I asked admin hui for a sentence and came up with this junk #you're welcome??#soonhoon #soonyoung #jihoon #woozi #hoshi #seventeen #aus #imagines #admin hao

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pchoo · 8 years ago

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ALL THE DAMN QUESTIONS YOU HOBO

i can’t beliEVE YOU…………….. here we go.

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

gah ok….. CURRENTLY. Hallelujah - Panic at the Disco , Menswear - The 1975 , Good Ol Fashion Nightmare - Matt and Kim , Duele El Corazon - Enrique Iglesias , Welcome to My Life - Empire of the Sun , Ode To Sleep - Twenty one Pilots

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

simon pegg! my favorite actor!

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

it’s my textbook for my online class i don’t wanna get up to grab it

4: What do you think about most?

huh… recently? my dog

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

“Thanks Har, I got your email” its my group text for my job omg

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

with! i couldn’t sleep naked. i’d be too cold

7: What’s your strangest talent?

i’m good at imitations?

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

girls RULE boys DROOL

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

no but i had a secret admirer once

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

last week i was jammin out to some metallica

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

i don’t like when people hold knives or scissors or anything sharp near me and i’m afraid of loud noises

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

pencil

13: What’s your religion?

raised christian but i’m personally agnostic

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

in the hot tub or riding my bike

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

BEHIND. BEHIND BEHIND BEHIND

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

no. this question can die. no.

17: What was the last lie you told?

uum….hm…. i didnt tell my mom i threw up twice last week? that’s… withholding information.. kind of like a lie, right?

18: Do you believe in karma?

eh.. kind of

19: What does your URL mean?

itS FROM HOMESTUCK. when john goes in the rocket and its like “PCHOOOO”

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

weakness: i trust people too easilystrength: i………..i’m smart.

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

gah i have a lot… currently though it’s tom holland (spiderman!!!!)

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

nope. i want to though!

23: How do you vent your anger?

rant to my friends usually. otherwise, i don’t

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

i used to collect cool tags back in the day. like from clothes and stuff? but i stopped doing that. now i collect post cards and shot glasses

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

uh.. neither?? i’m really shy usually.. but i guess if i had to pick i’d say phone. definitely

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

um… if i’m honest, no. but i realize that there’s a lot of things i want to be like. like.. traits i want to have? but the only thing standing in the way of that is myself, so. gotta work on that and stuff.

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

sound i hate…..anything that’s loud, really? umm….. specifically… motorcycles, though. yeah.a sound i love…. meows from cats!

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

hmm… “what if i don’t like my job in the future” or i guess like “what if i’m not happy in the future” i’m really afraid of not ending up where i want to end up

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

YES!!!!!!!!!! yes. to both. yep. yes. ive had experiences with both, so

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

right arm: my phoneleft arm: my nightstand

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

..n.. nothing….? i smell nothing, omg

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

puerto rico. i don’t remember which part though

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

east!

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

uuuh… i like matty from the 1975 a lot. and eminem. and fetty wap. and brendan urie….. god

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

do what makes you happy

36: Define Art.

something you create?? yeah

37: Do you believe in luck?

yes. i don’t have any

38: What’s the weather like right now?

cold. night time. rainy

39: What time is it?

3:10am

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

yes and nope

41: What was the last book you read?

wintergirls by laurie halse anderson i’ve read it like 10 times by now

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

yes

43: Do you have any nicknames?

so many………. dani, dan, denpy, denby, iza, kuni, deni, dop, dopanopi, dp, click, my last name, dime, daniel, danielson

44: What was the last film you saw?

ROGUE ONE. CRIES

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

i split my big toe last year it hurt a lot

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

no ):

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

god yes. overwatch, servamp, bsd, shameless

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

fuck if i know

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

nopes

50: Do you believe in magic?

i guess i’d like to, but i have a lot of doubts

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

no which is both a good and a bad thing

52: What is your astrological sign?

PISCES!!!!

53: Do you save money or spend it?

both

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

movie ticket…… no, actually it was popcorn

55: Love or lust?

love

56: In a relationship?

non non!

57: How many relationships have you had?

2.5

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

nope!

59: Where were you yesterday?

i went to breakfast with friends & then lunch with fam

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

yeah a pair of pink flip flops that i actually don’t like but i left my flip flops at school when i came home and i needed a pair for florida

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

always

62: What’s your favourite animal?

PENGUIn

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

i…. uh………….. oh. i try and be funny @ them

64: Where is your best friend?

currently? connecticut

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

oh god. i’m not tagging them but: faecakes, hextant, pitayas, jaspboner, & akaaschi

66: What is your heritage?

i’m german, french, italian, lithuanian, & irish

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

watching the road to el dorado with my cousin

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

satan rocks

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

yep

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

yeah!

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

fuCKING SAVE THE dOG?? FUCK U BOSS IDC

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) i probably wouldn’t lmaob) take all my money and go somewhere tropicalc) yes & no i guess?? honestly i can’t answer that. i have no idea

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

trust

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

The Rain - Calvin Harris

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

6305

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

umm.. communication, and going out and DOING THINGS! adventure!!!!

77: How can I win your heart?

be funny. that’s it. that’s all u need to nab me

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

yes

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

what to do after college

80: What size shoes do you wear?

womens 7/8

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

for the record, i want to be cremated, but if i were to have a tombstone i’d want it to say “here lies dani, she’s having fun as a ghost, don’t worry”

82: What is your favourite word?

um……….. i like “blep” a lot. blep… like when someone just pokes their tongue out of their mouth like BLEP

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

fucking sweethearts why i don’t even like those

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

“i was born ready”

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

The Rain - Calvin Harris. i didn’t turn it off after i looked for the link sO

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

green!!!!!!!!

87: What is your current desktop picture?

ah its just a default mac one because for some reason whenever i restart my mac it just sets to this one no matter what i have the background as so…. i’m not bothering to change it anymore

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

uum.. man i don’t.. really know. i probably wouldn’t even be able to push the button, honestly. lmao

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

uh…… good one.. hm. “what’s your darkest secret?”

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

probably scream and cower in fear tbh….. then once i realized they’re just standing there i’d probably touch one and see if they did anything then?? talk to them maybe. chill

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

TO FLY!

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

my first imagine dragons concert when they played Tiptoe

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

when i did acting?? why did i do that

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

hmhm mhmh mhmh ok matty from the 1975

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

australia or bora bora

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

nope

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

nopes

98: Ever been on a plane?

yeah!

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

uuh hey guys whats up i’m tired and i’m about to sleep hope u guys r having a great 2017 ok byye

#faecakes #asks #SO LONG. SO MUCH. IM DEAD

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