#the things i do for him smh (affectionate) (he could take all my money)

[aquariium-ediits]

I've wanted to share this for a little but guys guys guys

Look how small. So small.

[miekasa]

ugh mr jean kirschtein he’s literally everything 😢 smh now you have to write more hcs for my boy look what you done 🙄🙄

Ask and you shall receive 😌

Spent a stupid amount of money on Hydroflasks so that you two now have matching water bottles. Texts you throughout the day to make sure you actually drink it, and if he catches you and your water bottle isn’t at least half empty by like 2pm, well, let’s just say he’s making you chug it. You will drink your water around him, amen.

He smells good. Like, really good. Like if heaven had a baby with paradise, that’s what Jean would smell like. Whenever you ask him what it is, though, he gets weirdly secretive and doesn’t want to tell you (or anybody really).

I think he dresses pretty well, and he likes it when you complement his style (because he tries very hard LMAO). If he’s wearing something new and you don’t comment on it he’ll very unsubtly hint that you should notice it like, “This is a nice coat, isn’t it babe? Super nice, wouldn’t you say? I think it looks pretty good on me, no?”

He can be extroverted with his friends, and likes spending time with them, but he’s kind of a homebody otherwise. If it’s not a planned outing, or somewhere where he’s guaranteed to have fun, he would rather just stay in. Complains if you want to get him out of the house. Pouts for the rest of the evening.

Dislikes phone calls so if you want to speak to him, it has to be via FaceTime. Even if he’s sitting in the dark and your camera is pointed towards your ceiling which would have had the same effectiveness as a regular phone call anyway 🙄

Texts you literal poems in the middle of the day, and they’re all stupid and incoherent and he does it just to bother you. Also when I said text, I meant via any platform that isn’t messages, so your insta dms are either him replying to your stories with lewd emojis, or his terrible haiku about how good he thinks you looked walking by him earlier today. 

Tries very hard to learn about your interests and hobbies. You could literally tell him you like to knit and a month later, he shows up with the tiniest little knitted coaster and is like, “Babe, look what I learned how to do!!” 

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think he’d be super affectionate when he’s drunk. A very happy, very touchy drunk; but not just with you, with all his friends. And I think that when he and Eren are drunk together, they’d be uncharacteristically affectionate with each other. Like piggy back rides, and arms around shoulders, and hugging affectionate. Both of them deny it to their graves when they’re sober.

Plans very thoughtful dates, but gets embarrassed if anybody else finds out about them, or if you point out that they’re thoughtful. Don’t even try to take a picture of him while you’re out or eating, he’ll literally throw a hissy fit. “But Jean!! I want people to see the very romantic dinner you made!!” “Why, so Sasha can comment obscene things about it? No—hey don’t take a picture with the flash, are you crazy??!!”

On the subject of food, like you said, he’s kind of a picky eater, but suddenly everything tastes better when it’s from your plate and not his. “Jean, you also ordered fries—hey, eat your own!” “But yours taste so much better.” “THEY’RE THE SAME THING!!”

Has this weird dichotomy between letting everyone know you’re dating him, and refusing to talk about the fact that he’s in a committed relationship. Like if people are talking about you, he’ll very proudly say that you’re his girlfriend, but the second people start to tease him about it or ask him about the details of your relationships it’s suddenly “none of anybody’s business.”

I think in general, he acts kind of cocky and Cool, but at the same time downplays his own strengths and merit. He’s a pretty good student—smart enough to help tutor his friends sometimes, at least, but he wouldn’t say that about himself if you asked. Or if you pointed it out that his prof picked him for an internship or something he’d try to not make a big deal out of it.

Which is why you should absolutely make the biggest deal out of it and shower him with affection. And a little bit of embarrassment, it’s okay, it builds character.

He literally walks into your room with something to complain about from his day. The first thing he does after greeting you, is toss his backpack aside, lay down wherever you’re sitting, put his head on your lap, and start bitching about how stupid everything is. It’s 10x more entertaining when he’s drunk.

[ditttiii]

Finding Me Through You. || jjk ||

(Angst // comfort // romance // strangers to friends to lovers // a hybrid AU)

Summary:   You lose yourself to the feeling of having the man you love, kiss you and it feels like a homecoming. It feels like having the stars align perfectly, it feels like having your world tilt back on its axis. It feels like magic, joy��love.

OR

Jeon Jungkook. The campus heartthrob. Captain of the football team. High School Prom King. Teacher’s favourite. Student body favourite. Anyone, and everyone's favourite. This is the story of how you went from strangers to best friends to finally lovers and if in the way you somehow found yourself? well that was just a bonus.

Part One

Jeon Jungkook. The campus heartthrob. Captain of the football team. High School Prom King. Teacher’s favourite. Student boy favourite. Anyone, and everyone's favourite.

 Also your best friend. A shocker to many.

To an outsider, who hasn't seen you two together, it would be hard to believe that you were his best friend. You–the resident nerd, the geek, the shy white hybrid. But you were. You were the best of friends. 

You were both panther hybrids, but that didn't mean that you both had the same personalities. Far from it really, while you were painfully shy and non-confrontational, Jungkook was fierce and loud, the one who always stood up for what was right. The golden maknae–as he was affectionately referred to as, in his circle of friends. While your fur was white and spotless, your voice soft and mellow, his was a soft gold with bold black stripes running along the course of it, his voice loud and clear–unafraid of being heard. Wanting to be heard–demanding to be heard. 

The dichotomy between the two of you was as obvious to you as it was to everyone else. 

You remember the first time you noticed Jeon Jungkook. You really noticed him. Of course, you knew who he was before, he wasn't exactly subtle with him and his group of friends being the most popular guys in your college. But that was the first time you really saw him for who he actually was. 

You were working at the small cafe on your campus. It was a cosy little thing with students spending hours pouring all their energy into last-minute assignment submissions and consuming ridiculous amounts of caffeine. So, you were certainly surprised when the door to the cafe opened–the chime above it ringing softly and letting you know about the arrival of new customers, and you looked up only to lock eyes with Jeon freaking Jungkook.

Your breath got caught as he gave you a soft polite smile before one of his friends–Taehyung you think–pushed him forward and they moved further to the back of the cafe. 

You were soon away from the counter, walking towards his table to get his order. You knew any other girl in your shoes would have been jumping for joy–ecstatic to be talking to him and his friends. But you weren't any other girl because despite being a predator hybrid, your persona was mostly soft. Shy. You didn't want to come under anyone's radar just because you took his order. But your bills weren't going to pay themselves and you had student loans too, so you sucked it up and marched forward. 

Let's get this over and done with already. You thought and blew a raspberry, your overgrown bangs fluttering away before settling back on your cheek and tickling your skin softly.

There weren't many things that could surprise you anymore–the hands that fate had dealt you with already having taken their toll on you. But today you were surprised. You don't know why, but for some reason, you hadn't been expecting Jungkook and his posse of friends to be nice. But they were nice–beyond nice. They were friendly and polite–unflinchingly courteous. Hell, they even bowed to you, simply for serving them coffee. A mundane job on your part that you weren't doing out of any goodness of your heart, but solely because you were getting paid for doing it.

—CRASH—

You turn, as the sound of glass shattering reached your ears and almost as if on autopilot you moved towards it, praying that nobody had been hurt.

You get there and see a fox hybrid from one of your classes cursing and furiously trying to get the water off of his shirt with a tissue in his hand.

You look him over to see if he has any injuries and release a relieved sigh when you don't see any. You then rush back and grab one of your coworkers, asking them to look after the cash register as you go to the back to get a broom. 

You come back with your cleaning supplies and scoop the shattered glass away, mopping the floor dry after. Just as you were about to head back you hear someone holler, "WAITRESS!" 

You turn with furrowed brows and see the fox hybrid from earlier snapping his fingers in the air. 

Yes, you were a hybrid and part animal but you were also part human, and that sort of behaviour was demeaning to you. However, being the peace-keeper that you are, you say nothing and just silently walk towards him, voicing out a polite 'Yes?' once you reach beside his table. 

"I don't know what kind of shit you are trying to pull here but I am not falling for it. Why the fuck was I charged for the glass? That shit shattered and it could have hurt me!? And YOU are trying to make me pay for that shit?! Fuck you! I ain't paying for this shit." He yells as he stands up and takes a threatening step towards you, his hybrid instincts taking hold of him. 

You stumble back, at once terrified of the man in front of you. You wish your hybrid instincts would come through, hoping that the predator in you would somehow protect you. But your meekness wins and you stumble back even further, apologies pouring out of your mouth as you try to distance yourself from the fox hybrid. You were ready to pay the money out of–your own pocket if it meant not having to face his wrath. 

"Dude, Back OFF" you hear someone threaten, and suddenly your vision is filled with black—the black of Jeon Jungkooks back to be precise. His leather jacket shone softly under the warm lights of the cafe and you fix your eyes on it.

You try to distract yourself from the fact that the air around you was growing heavier by the second. Killing intent pouring out of their bodies, making it harder for you to breathe. 

You are the lamest panther hybrid ever,  You tell yourself. You couldn't even stand up for your own damn self! 

You are a disgrace to predators. Always the fucking damsel in distress, The mean voice inside your head continues, and you feel yourself shrink further into your shell. Tears pool into your eyes, as your cheeks colour with shame and embarrassment. 

"Y/N!" your eyes snap ahead, the tears slip down your cheeks and leave warm, wet trails behind. You hiccup and try to step away, to get away, to run.  

It's not like you are good for much else anyway, whispers the voice again. Watering the overgrown tree that has fertilised itself on your insecurities and fears— and you shudder. Your breaths start coming faster—shorter, and you start to feel light-headed. 

You feel a panic attack coming, but before you can think about it too much, you feel as someone wraps their arms around you. The arms thick,  strong and warm, pull you closer to a chest. The chest is even warmer and firmer under your cheek as you lay your head on it and try to get your breathing under control. You know who the chest belonged to, you know your tears were ruining the white tee under Jeon Jungkooks leather jacket. 

You can't even afford to dry clean it for him, your brain rationalises and you pull away because even amid an almost breakdown, you can't forget, just how tight on cash you were. But before you can pull back completely, the arms that were around you tighten and cage you in. Pulling you closer, and your nose hits his neck, before one of the arms snakes around to your head and starts patting your hair—softly, as if you were a child.

It's only then that you realise that you were still trembling like a leaf in a storm. Your breaths were still coming out more as shudders and the ache in your heart only worsens, as you realise how nice it feels to have someone hug you. 

He was still holding you, softly rocking you from side to side. Whispering reassurances softly, but ones that you could clearly hear with your hybrid hearing. You think you should, want to pull back, run away from him after all, he was a predator—a strong and extremely dangerous one at that. If he wanted to, he could snap your spine in half like a twig.

But even with the warnings ringing inside your head, you don't make a move to leave his embrace and just silently accept the affection—even if he was doing it only because he pitied you. You don’t care, you couldn't remember the last time someone had held you so tenderly, with so much care, as if you were a porcelain doll that could shatter with one wrong move. 

So you stop thinking, stop moving and just feel. Silently let Jeon Jungkook embrace you in his iron-clad strong arms. You close your eyes and pull yourself closer to him, barely a hair's breadth closer, too afraid to shatter the moment and assure yourself that he won't notice.

However Jungkook does, he holds his breath as he feels you move closer before a small smile slips onto his lips and he softly nuzzles your hair. Breathing your scent in, he tightens his arms and pulls you even closer.

Next: Part 2 

Soo this was originally going to be a drabble in response to this ask, but then I got carried away with building this imaginary world in my head and it turned into a Two-shot — which is honestly just SO me. I can never pace myself *smh*

I hope you enjoyed this, the next part is gonna be less angst-y and more warm and cuddly—so YAY! to that. 

If you liked this please drop a like and give me your feedback in the comments or well the ask box as always, is also open for anyone that would like to share their feedback in detail or just anonymously. I would be VERY happy if you re-blog too. 

I LOVE you so much for reading till the very end. If I could meet you and give you cookies-I would. But till then here’s a *virtual hug*

[noirrest]

these are literally just headcanons what else am i supposed to say

elvira does get good grades, but those sometimes fall considering her sleeping patterns

magic existed in her home world, but it wasn't the same as the one in twisted wonderland. beastman rarely had the chance to use it in fear of attracting hunters

it's similar enough for her to understand and work off of other things

her sleep schedule is so bad that she's most likely had an entire pitcher of coffee right before first period

most of her homework gets done between 3am — 5am

she'd do good in gym if she actually put in the effort and stopped running away, but then again she's picked up weird habits since entering the twisted wonderland

she quickly realized that she'd— unlikely but still possibly— die if she even showed herself, so she ain't got a lot goin on for her on that side

[old world habits die hard]

["big men? big men who are human? human = hunter. no." is always her excuse]

on that note, she does still have her muscle from her old world and does plan on working with sebek and jack to try and build them up again

her best class is flying since it allows her to be high up

whenever on her broom, she crosses her legs together with her feet facing forward

on occasion, she's just lay down on it. on her back

[as you can tell she no longer fears death]

despite being nineteen, she gets treated like a first year

she takes first and second year classes, she does generally well as mentioned, but she does also struggle since the concept of magic to this degree is pretty foreign to her

elvira has.. strange.. sleeping habits, though that can be said about most of them

she hardly gets any sleep because she's kind of nocturnal

[smh nrc bout rude asl for making the students go to class during the day when they're named night raven college]

her longest record is staying awake for 3 days

no one knows why she was awake

she doesn't remember either, to be truthful

[it was to better her reading and writing skills]

[nobody gotta know all that]

she can't sleep unless she's high off of the ground and it's pitch black

when she's not alone with grim or the ghosts, she can only sleep whenever around people she trusts deeply

she bit people when she was younger

and, i mean, she still kinda does bite people, but she does it affectionately now

she's good at sneaking around because of her life before nrc, so on occasion she'll pull a rook just to scare someone

[on accident every time]

[she got a nasty black eye lol]

for reasons stated below, she gets anxious whenever she's alone or feels as though she's getting stalked

her self-preservation skills are not that great as seen above

she once got into a fight with a couple of lions when she was a child

if she isn't somewhere high up, she's in water

kinda once got her in trouble since she can hold her breath for long periods of time

like a true furry, she can become territorial, but its rare

[she's really only territorial over ramshackle, so guests she's unfamiliar with are rare]

to push my dragon oc but they're not a dragon agenda, she likes to collect things that smell or feel good since she can't exactly see the treasure

she has a lot of her friend's clothes because of this

mainly ruggie and malleus' but she makes it up to him [ruggie] by takin him to buy new ones with kalim's money

her friend group below is her friend group

grim, ghosts, sam, vargas, adeuce, trey, ruggie, jack, azul, kalim, epel, idia, ortho, the entirety of diasomnia, and che'nya's somehow

if she wasn't afraid of his reaction, she'd ask if she could hang around mal's shoulders

she can already hear sebek's reaction

elvira calls malleus tsunotaro no matter what because of habit

she also has a matching tomodachi called t'challa

she takes cheka off of ruggie's hands whenever he gets to busy, or whenever honestly

whenever he comes around, they sorta just hang around in her hammock and play with grim and the ghosts

may or may not have adopted grim

may or may not have had him set her ears on fire so they could match

may or may not have been grounded by the ghosts when they got walked in on

may or may not have given herself tinnitus

she's able to tell when rook is watching her thanks to her life prior to being teleported to twisted wonderland

it gives her severe anxiety

elvira has never met anyone outside of her claw, so when she first saw savanaclaw, she got both anxious and curious

" there's other half humans? i wonder if i can talk to them.. "

"nevermind what if they try 'n kill me—"

if she were to see another panther beastman, she'd wanna learn more from them, but at the same time she's hesitant because, once again, she's never spoken to anyone outside of her claw

she's very, very, very, very tactile with people she's close to, both romantically and platonically

the only thing is that she's also hesitant about it since she doesn't want to overstep her boundaries

if the receiving party is fine with it, then they'll receive those thumb rubs, hugs, and get turned into a pillow

she works at sam's shop [and the palace] and is most likely friends with his friends

trein lets her steal lucious, so them and grim just go out and vibe

trein is there for parental supervision

jamil [intimidate], leona [intimidate], and vil all scare her 🗿 vil more than the other two

she isn't as afraid of riddle as she is of the people above, but he still intimidates her for a multitude of reasons i feel like i don't have to explain

she can hold a ten-sentence conversation before blanking

she asked the ghosts to flood the basement, they did, now they have an indoor pool that may or may not have a monster in it

we don't snitch

[her and the monster r good friends <3]

she's.. impartial.. to crowley, if that makes sense

on one hand, he gave both her and grim housing, so now she can't imagine being in twisted wonderland without our favorite monster or ghost trio

but on the other.. he's kinda just deadbeat and shoves shit that he needs to do onto the students

also because he bunched her with the first years

[she's damn near old enough to drink damnit]

she can do hair! mainly poc though-

she enjoys doing it and frequently finds herself changing hairstyles whenever she's bored of the one she currently has

[she mainly gives herself passion twists, faux butterfly locs, faux goddess locs, or box braids]

in her old world, the world was dominated by humans, so the hunting as beastmen wasn't unheard of

they hid in the rainforest

her old home was a tree house, so that's part of the reason she prefers to be high up

she received trauma from her past world

her [older] brother got fatally wounded when they were 12 and 15, respectively

her parents literally ✌🏽 like Dr. Doofenshmirtz's when her youngest brother was born

as mentioned, the only beastmen she's ever known was her claw, but they're often solitary

because of this, she doesn't know shit about them or how they work

plus there were only 15 members so i think that says a lot

if you wanna get to her room, you'd have to pull some team skull [guzma] shit

the floor that leads to the door of her room collapsed a while back, so you'd have to go around to the room beside it, climb out the window, then get in through hers

she chose the room specifically knowing people would be less likely come in

in ramshackle, she has a hammock with a ton of blankets and pillows to block out any light

her eyes are similar to the warhammer titan's from attack on titan, she has trouble seeing because of that

[everybody say thanks human hunters !! (derogatory)]

if she's in the right light, you can see very faint purple spots, it's rare

she's not all to confident in them though

her handwriting is not legible, her claw mostly communicated through sign language and markings

she was illiterate prior to entering the twisted wonderland for reasons stated above, though she is able to understand non-verbal communication

therapy? nossir, i've only heard of blazin' it!

seeing as crowley doesn't give her enough time to calm her mental state, she took to drugs

she grows them herself and smokes in the forest

the scent never seems to hang onto her

["hey saaaaammmm~"]

she didn't have a last name prior to entering twisted wonderland

["what's your name?"]

[".. .. .. .. .. el.. .. .. .. .. .. .. vira.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .."]

["last name?"]

["..?????? huh??"]

her brothers named are muhammed (oldest) and mikau (youngest)

[hxseok-honee]

i found | part 22

a/n: i wish i could tell you that i was in my right mind when i wrote this but we all know i wasnt - you can really see the point when i stopped listening to cute songs from the playlist and started to listening to Trampoline smh. hope you like it! 

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“Listen, all I’m saying is that if we all pitched in a little and made a book of study materials for the NEWT exams, we could make so much fucking money selling copies to all the seventh years!” Everyone groans at Hoseok as he continues to push his idea on them. They’re rushing into the Three Broomsticks, trying their best to get out of the cold. Making their way inside, Taehyung pushes past the insane amount of people in the room to snag the last open booth by the wall. He’s angered a few people on his way, but it’s nothing a charming smile can’t fix. The rest of the group makes their way over to him, Y/n sandwiched safely between Jin and Jimin in their little march to the table.

She’s almost there when someone bumps into her from the side, sending her flying into Jin’s back. Clinging to him and laughing brightly, she brushes off the young student apologizing to her and waddles the rest of the way to her seat, sliding into the booth behind Jin. She’s about to thank him dramatically for having such a large frame, but her phone buzzes in her coat pocket as she’s opening her mouth. Pulling the device out, her eyes barely skim over the name of the sender before she’s unlocking her phone and opening the message, a soft smile gracing her features.

coordinated as always, I see

Glancing at the other tables in her line of sight, her gaze scans the room until it locks onto someone who’s already looking her way. Yoongi’s sitting in the furthest corner he could find, occupying a small booth meant for two people. He’s got his bag on the table, his books spread out and a half-empty butterbeer cradled securely in his hand. He looks like he’s been there for quite a while, comfortable with staying in his little space for a long time. Once they make eye contact, he raises an eyebrow at her, his eyes bright with amusement as he recalls how she almost just wiped out in front of everyone.

Tearing his eyes from her own in case someone happens to notice, he brings his gaze back down to his phone, seeing that she’s typing out a response already.

“iM noT t H a T muCH oF a rEcluSE” whatever headass, you look like you’re going to die alone in that corner- what’re you even reading anyway?

Covering his mouth to muffle the laugh that’s threatening to come out, he types a quick response and goes back to his book, tossing his phone onto the table and glaring lazily at anyone who comes too close to him while he reads.

just some dumb legilimency book my dad sent me- he wants me to brush up on my skills apparently

Scrunching up her features, she types a quick response before looking at how he glances at the screen once it lights up.

ah yes, just some light reading then

Y/n watches as he laughs to himself, and she wishes greatly that she could hear it, but she’s already turning back to her friends in an attempt not to be obvious. When she glances up at the boys, however, they’re all giving her the same look.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” Namjoon rolls his eyes at her, using his chin to point in Yoongi’s direction.

“Why don’t you go talk to him?” She gives him a hard stare, turning her gaze dramatically to land on Jungkook, who smiles awkwardly at her.

“Maybe because if anyone were to see me interacting with Yoongi in a friendly way, they’ll all react the same way this brat did?” Jungkook’s smile grows more awkward.

“That’s me, I’m the brat.” Hoseok reaches over to ruffle his hair affectionately as Taehyung drops his head onto his boyfriend’s shoulder. Y/n finds herself smiling at her boys, realizing how much different they’re acting about Yoongi even just a week after she’s forgiven them. She’s seen both Jin and Hoseok acknowledge Yoongi subtly in potions- a simple head nod whenever he walks into the room, but it’s better than nothing- and Yoongi himself mentioned that Jimin even smiled at him once in the corridor, but he swears Jimin mistook him for someone else. She’s happy the boys are listening to her and taking her feelings into consideration, even if they don’t particularly trust him yet.

Looking at Jimin beside her and pinching his face lovingly, she laughs when he complains and finds herself glancing over at the far corner almost out of some uncontrollable instinct. When she locates Yoongi’s form, however, she finds that he’s already looking at her, a small smile lingering on his lips as he watches her. For a second, she thinks he’s texted her again and is waiting for a response, but when they make eye contact he looks away so fast that she wonders if he was even looking in the first place. She watches as he raises his glass to his lips before pausing, staring down into it before grimacing and placing it on the table. She realizes it’s empty, and it’s obvious by the way he glances unhappily at the bar that he’s not looking forward to getting up and ordering another one. Once he goes back to his book, Y/n nudges Jimin, pushing him out of his seat so that she can climb out of the booth. Glancing over her shoulder at the guys, she calls back to them lazily as she starts to walk.

“This round’s on me!” She hears them all cheer as she’s leaving, and she can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of her. Pushing past the crowd and finally managing to perch herself on a bar stool, she catches the attention of one of the bartenders.

In the time that she’s left, Yoongi is flipping through his book absentmindedly, sighing at the fact that all his butterbeer is gone. Finally leaning back into the wall of the booth, he chances a quick glance over at Y/n’s booth, only to find her missing. Eyes flitting across the room, he wonders if she’s just gone to the bathroom when he catches sight of a pair of shoes he recognizes. The rest of the person is blocked from view by the crowd, but as he watches the owner of the shoes swing their legs almost childishly and notices that one of their shoelaces is untied, he smiles to himself, knowing instinctively that it’s her.

It’s always the left one… You’d think by now she’d have fallen enough times to learn her lesson.

Shaking his head, yet another soft smile on his lips, he pulls his gaze away from her, intending to go back to his book, but he locks eyes with someone before he can. Jin’s staring at him, a knowing smile on his face as he watches the Slytherin look for his best friend. He watches the way Yoongi searches with a little too much determination to just be curiosity, watches as he finds her when it really should have been impossible. He watches as Yoongi’s features soften unconsciously, and he knows the guy is hooked. And if Yoongi wasn’t being obvious enough, the way his eyes widen and he looks away when he realizes he’s been caught by Jin gives it away completely.

Jin watches for just a little longer, taking in just how nervous the Slytherin looks as he flips mechanically through his book, and he wonders if Y/n’s picked up on any of it or if she’s too caught in her own feelings to notice just how clear everything is. Just in time, Y/n returns to the table to break his train of thought, carrying two glasses in each hand as a random 6th year Hufflepuff girl follows behind her, carrying the rest. Setting everything down, Y/n turns back to the girl with a sweet smile.

“Thanks, Claire! I don’t know what I would have done without you-” The girl laughs brightly, shaking her head.

“It’s no problem. I watched you contemplate carrying all eight at once and I knew it was just going to end up being a huge mess.” The boys all groan, the thought of Y/n spilling eight butterbeers crossing their minds at once. Y/n glares at them after she’s waved the girl off, sitting in Jimin’s old spot at the end since he’s taken hers.

They all stay there for a while, drinking and laughing as they enjoy their day off together. Only after they’ve convinced Namjoon to down the rest of his drink all at once and laughed so hard they thought they would cry when some of it came out of his nose did they decide to head out, following the routine they’ve had since they were 3rd years. Just as they’re walking out, one of the bartenders passes them, smiling politely at Y/n. The same bartender makes his way over to Yoongi, who had spent the last half hour wondering if he should order another drink or just leave. Yoongi glances up as the man approaches him and sets a full drink on the table.

“Uh… I didn’t order this…” The man smiles at him, pointing at the empty booth once occupied by Y/n and her friends.

“The young lady who was sitting there earlier ordered it for you. It’s already been paid for.” Yoongi’s only noticing now that she’s left, actually having gotten into reading his book for a while. Glancing up at the bartender, he smiles awkwardly and asks for a to-go cup as he packs his bag.

-

Honeydukes is just as crowded as the Three Broomsticks, if not more. Y/n immediately gets separated from the boys when they enter the store, each of them going in different directions to grab their candy hauls for Winter Holiday. Y/n heads straight for the giant pile of peppermint toads, hearing the sound of Jin already starting to argue with Hoseok over a pack of jelly slugs. They’re there for a while, each of them piling up on way more candy than they can handle. Y/n doesn’t even see Yoongi make his way through the door, too busy examining a pack of licorice wands. He almost laughs when she makes a face at the item and puts it back, and he catches a glimpse into her basket as her name is called by Jungkook and she’s passing right by him.

He chuckles to himself at how focused she is, unable to process her surroundings when she’s on a mission. He wanders the store a little longer, grabbing a few things he knows he likes- mainly simple chocolate bars and a few sugar quills- before making his way to the counter. When he approaches the clerk, he waits until his candy is bagged and he’s handed over enough money to clear his throat, catching the young woman’s attention. Pulling out his phone and scrolling through his photos until he finds the one he’s looking for, he shows her the screen. It’s a photo of himself, but there’s someone next to him. Y/n has her head on his shoulder and her eyes are closed, having fallen asleep after a particularly long night talking at the astronomy tower. Yoongi’s smiling sweetly in the photo, but before the clerk can see too much of that part, the photo’s been zoomed in to focus on Y/n.

“Uhm, there’s a girl here right now- this girl, I mean. She’s hard to see right now because there’s so many people here, but she’s carrying a basket filled to the top with peppermint toads and chocolate wands- I’d like to pay for her items if I could.” The woman looks a bit shocked, wondering just who this guy is, but she nods politely as she tries to estimate how much it would cost. Yoongi only adds to her curiosities about him when he pulls out his wallet and hands her a handful of galleons, mumbling that she’s probably still shopping but that it should be enough to cover everything. Cocking his head to the side and staring into his wallet as the clerk stands there with an open hand full of galleons, he hums to himself and pulls out a handful of sickles, placing them into her hand with a smile and a quick comment to just keep the change.

“Ah, I would also really appreciate it if you didn’t tell her it was me…” The woman nods, finally giving up on figuring him out, and thanks him for his purchase as he grabs his bag of candy worth less than even half a galleon and smiles awkwardly at her, turning on his heel and walking away.

When Y/n approaches the counter not even ten minutes later, lugging a very heavy basket at her side and complaining loudly to Taehyung about how much it was going to cost her, the woman smiles knowingly at her and starts bagging her items. Just as Y/n is pulling out her wallet, the woman addresses her.

“Actually, Miss, it’s all been taken care of already- here’s your receipt!” Y/n takes the receipt blankly, very confused at the fact that she didn’t just have to fork over half of her life’s savings. Staring down at the piece of paper, Taehyung complaining over her shoulder about how lucky she was, her eyes lock onto the amount that was paid.

“Huh?!”

-

After texting Yoongi several times and only receiving very vague responses, Y/n finds herself about to hunt the man down. She doesn’t mention anything to the boys, but Jin knows her well enough to realize by the way she’s looking around as they wander through the town that she’s looking for someone. He’s about to leave her to her aggressive searching when he sees a form he recognizes passing by the window of one of the shops on his left. Nudging Y/n gently, he points at the entrance of Tomes and Scrolls and gestures for her to follow his gaze. When she glances in and sees the silhouette of the man she’s looking for, she smiles gratefully up at Jin, calling out to the boys.

“Hey, I’m just going to head in here for a second! There’s a book I wanted to buy!” Thanking Jin when he takes her bag of sweets, she makes her way into the dimly lit shop, not hearing as Hoseok questions the rest of the group (“She reads?”).

The bell to the shop dings quietly when she enters the store, the clerk smiling at her as she passes him, happy to have a new customer. The store is essentially empty except for her and her target of attack, who at the moment is hidden from view. She makes her way slowly down the aisles, peering into each opening and searching for her friend. She’s starting to wonder as she’s reaching the last aisle if maybe both she and Jin were hallucinating when they saw Yoongi, but there, in the very back where she should have expected him, is the exact person she wanted to find.

He’s facing the shelf, a book open in his palm as he flips through it, his eyes steady as he skims the pages. A receipt for Honeydukes is peeking out of the corner of his bag, confirming her increasingly high suspicions. Walking up to him, completely unnoticed as he focuses on the book, she pulls the item out of his hand swiftly and suddenly.

Turning to face whoever decided to interrupt him, the look of irritation fades from his face as he realizes who it is. She’s staring down at the cover of his book, mumbling the title to herself.

“Moste Potente Potions?” Glancing back up at his face, she gestures to the book. “Isn’t this available in the library?” Yoongi smirks, grabbing it from her and tossing it gently back and forth in his hands.

“Indeed, Miss Y/l/n, it is. But it’s only in the restricted section, and - well, that’s just too much work, don’t you think? I’d have to return it at the end of term anyway, and I like writing in my books- but how are you on this fine afternoon?” She scoffs and steps toward him, forcing him to step back awkwardly as she continues to approach him. Eventually, his back is pressed firmly against the wall and he’s staring down into her eyes as she stares back steadily.

“Mister Min, who asked you to pay for my purchases at Honeydukes? And that much, no less?” Yoongi curses himself silently, mad that he wasn’t able to predict that she’d guess it was him. He reaches out in an attempt to ease her frustration, running a hand over her shoulder and down her arm before coming to a stop at her elbow. He leans down into her face, a sense of mild satisfaction running through him when her expression falters and she leans away a little bit. He thinks it’s funny that she wants to act tough, considering who he is. Coming just that much closer to her, he waits until she’s blinking rapidly, the heat in her cheeks very obvious, before he whispers softly to her.

“I do what I want, Y/n.” If their positioning wasn’t enough to fluster her, the authoritative tone of his voice, no matter how whispered and soft, is enough to set her skin on fire. But he doesn’t seem to be done. Internally, he’s screaming at himself to calm the fuck down, but externally he’s playing a game that she started- the only thing he shows is a smirk that tells her he’s turning the tables on her in this moment they have alone.

Wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer, he keeps whispering to her, using his other hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Just think of it as an early Christmas present. Would you accept it then?” When all she does is grumble about how annoying he is, he chuckles at her and turns slowly, forcing her back to the wall as he switches spots with her. Releasing her waist in favor of placing a hand on the wall next to her head, he brings the hard tone back to his voice, thankful that he’s had so many years to practice it and that it actually works on her.

“You’re so whiny, Y/n. Why are you making me out to be the bad guy when you paid for my drink earlier? You know I don’t like you doing things like that.” He reaches out beside him and drops the potions book on the shelf, using that hand to take hold of her chin and turn it so she’s looking him in the eye, unhappy with the way she’s been looking at anything that isn’t him. When he has her gaze, he keeps her there, wondering if she can see everything he’s feeling in the moment just by looking into his eyes.

Worried now that his own gaze makes him too vulnerable, he lowers his eyes, allowing them to come to a stop just under her nose. He has no idea that to her, all he’s done is gone from looking into her eyes to staring down at her lips. Not wanting to make the same mistake as last time, she forces herself to remain still, deciding instead to speak softly to him.

“I do what I want, Yoongi.” He watches her mouth move, watches as her lips speak his name, and he can’t tell if he’s more amused that she’s talking back to him or more frustrated by his own urge to kiss her. In an attempt to regain control of himself, he raises his gaze to meet hers, not realizing that once he locked eyes with her again, his self-control would only weaken. Thrown off by the way her gaze makes his heart lurch and his breath cut short, he finds himself glancing down at her lips again, trying to decide if he should make a move.

He’s in the process of falling apart when her soft hand comes to rest on his forearm, still propped up against the wall next to her head. She’s wrapped her fingers around his wrist and is staring openly into his eyes, and in any other situation it would be enough to push him over the edge. But before he can even move, the bell above the door to the shop rings out again, signaling another customer.

“Y/n! What the hell’s taking you so long in here?” The sounds of her friends making their way into the shop and greeting the clerk prompt her to realize exactly what they were about to do, if she had even read the signs right. Putting her hands on his chest and pushing him back gently, she ignores her pounding heart and brushes past him, whispering that she would see him later as she goes.

Yoongi watches her walk out into the open aisle, catching the attention of her friends as she claims that she couldn’t find the book she was looking for and that they should just leave. Once they’re gone, Yoongi is leaning heavily against the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor as he breathes heavily. Sinking his head into his hands, he curses softly to himself, thinking about everything that just happened.

What the fuck just happened?

[ingenves]

     ok its ya girl back at it, same deal ! if u wanna plot just HMU or LIKE THIS and i’ll come to you ! wes is my father & u can peep his pinterest board HERE !

     ⌈ chris pine, cismale, he/him ⌋ hey, is it WESLEY BIGELOW that you’re looking for? you know, the THIRTY-SIX year old CARPENTER. typically i see them hanging around GRISTOL DOCKS so you could try there! i hear they’ve been in living in PRINCETOWN for THIRTY-SIX YEARS. gristol wouldn’t be the same without them, right? anyway, whenever i see them they make me think of waking up before dawn, an old rowboat sitting in still water & a kitchen full of fresh produce.

tw: car accident & illness 

this mans has lived in town his entire life!!! his parents, william and rose bigelow owned a historic farm . willy & rose were high school sweethearts, a shotgun wedding joining them together after rose ended up pregnant with their first child at the age of 19. while rose’s parents were furious with their daughter for being so reckless, william’s father was more than happy to offer them a place to stay and lend a hand taking care of the baby that would soon be on the way.

despite the circumstances, wes was never treated as an accident or a mistake. he grew up in his grandpa’s farmhouse with a loving family. the bigelow family followed some pretty traditional gender roles. wes’ dad and his grandpa would wake at the crack of dawn and work out in the field until sunset while his mother hung around the house to take care of him, doing laundry, making dinner, taking him to the park, everything.

from a young age he was encouraged to help out on the farm but being the mama’s boy he was, he was far more eager to help his mom out with the cooking and the laundry. he was close with his grandfather as well, the two always working on little projects together like building a tree house, birdhouses, his own bee house………………….a lot of houses

but wes was never rly close with his father. william wasn’t much of an emotional or talkative guy, usually just sitting there in stern silence and working the day away. a bit of a scary guy despite not ever doing anything scary?? he’s just an ominous guy that doesn’t rly seem impressed by anything so wes never rly knew where he stood u know.

the one time wes ever really felt close to his father was when they would take little weekend fishing trips together, even though they didn’t really speak. just the fact that william took his time to teach wes how to do everything and didn’t get mad or frustrated when he lost a lure or let a fish go by accident was enough to like…..send the message. that was his way of showing his love u know.

the second bigelow child was welcomed when wes was a kid and while at first he was jealous that his new baby sister was getting all the attention, having a baby around the house was kind of fun. she’d make funny faces and funny noises and he grew to love her pretty quickly. he used to always say that his baby sister was the best thing that happened to him. when she got older, he taught her how to make mud pies and how to play pranks on grandpa who was a rly good sport, all things considered.

car accident & death tw !! the winter of ‘94 would prove to be the worst winter of wes’ entire life. on the way back home to pick up a christmas tree from a nearby farm, the family’s old pick up hit a patch of black ice and ended up flipped into a ditch. it was a bad wreck. luckily his grandpa and sister were safe at home during the time of the crash, but wes and his parents weren’t so lucky, his mother being the unluckiest of the bunch. they were stranded in the middle of the road for two hours before anyone showed up for help and by the time they arrived, it was too late for rose, who got the worst of the injuries. doa at the hospital while wes and his dad walked away with mostly minor injuries. that year, there was no christmas tree and no presents. christmas dinner was replaced with takeout and no one said a word.

illness & death tw !! not long after rose passed away, grandpa bigelow got some bad news. lung cancer that no one really saw coming. just a few months after the diagnosis they were having another funeral for another member of the bigelow clan.

it was a tough year, but they got through it. wes did his job to step up and do all the things his dad couldn’t do; all the things his mother taught him. he expected all of it to make his dad more closed off but it had the reverse effect and for the first time in his entire life, wes and his father had heart to heart conversations.

jump forward to high school and things finally felt like they were back to normal. william wasn’t dating yet but he wasn’t being all that anti-social, either.

wes discovered quickly he was the kind of person that other people liked and he was quite popular??? he made good grades, played football, dating the coolest girl in school (in his own opinion ofc), everything kind of fell into place for him in high school

and then after high school he…………didn’t rly know what to do asdj;fdksgfkdlj he never went to college and decided work around town doing odd jobs and saving some money so he could go off and travel and live his life as a young person craving adventure.

he was gone for abt a year or so before coming back home & he’s just been here ever since, doin his thing

started working with a family friend in his shop, doing what he loved and building things n working with his hands u know and hasn’t stopped doing what he loves ever since

he owns his own shop now & builds custom furniture 

the….personality section has Arrived

he’s quite the Charming guy but he talks WAY too much

definitely the kind of guy who will just…..talk about himself non-stop without even realizing it ?? he needs to get his Ego in check even after all these years smh

buT he’s very good at making conversation and is rly a friendly guy!!!! will talk and joke with anyone just because……why not ?? it makes his day when ppl talk to him so he will talk to u even if u dont feel the same way

highkey the kind of person to start up a random conversation w a stranger in the grocery story just because

lowkey uncomfortable with feelings and still isn’t super great at expressing emotions and his thoughts but ya boi is trying his best

but he’s rly good at picking up on signals. he can’t express his own emotions but he’s like….pretty in tune with other ppl

a very platonically affectionate guy. loves hugging his buddies and telling them how much he loves & appreciates them

and now for the lil extra tidbits

he’s got two dogs. a german shepherd named mulder & a pomeranian named scully sfddgfhgfg and he strategically uses his dogs to flirt w ladies when they’re out on a walk LMAO

he’s got a 6 year old daughter named aspen with a woman he is no longer dating ( im prob gna put this as a wc on the main so if u want this....hmu???? ) but they are still v close and spend a lot of time together & he loves aspen more than anything :’)

he’s very much a Dad. dad jokes all the time. endless shitty puns for everyonE

the man loves a turtleneck. he can’t keep his hands off a good ass sweater u know ??

he loves to cook and is v good at it, since he’s been cooking his entire life. he is the self-proclaimed kind of bbq and honestly???? he’s always throwing lil bbq parties & they are a hit :/  u know he be winning contests w his grilling bro

obviously.........a handyman. the house he lives in now, he built himself after tearing down the old on.  he built himself a nice big deck and everything so he can have a nice place to host bbqs and everyone will come compliment him on hard work and enjoy his fantastic recipes

he runs his own business building & selling furniture!!!! need a shelf installed??? give him a call. dog chewed up ur table leg??? give him a call. house burned down???? give him a call he’ll build u a new one.

what’s better than this ??????????? guys bein dudes

he rly likes going to the movies. lowkey loves disney but pretends he only cares bc his daughter likes it but……….u know he knows the words to every song

tragically heterosexual ://///////

he loves strong coffee & he loves beer & occasionally he loves a good book & a nice game of chess

did i mention he is such a dad bc………..he is such a dad

someone hold his rough sandpaper ass hands

[wannaonescenarios]

could i request seungwoo roommate!au????

thanks for requesting!! 

edit: its 4 am and i finally finished,,,haven’t betad so ill fix tmr morning !!

- even though he can clearly take care of himself, you always end up looking after him bc you’re scared that he will somehow end himself when you’re gone

- you met him while you were hanging up posters for a roommate bc you couldn’t handle the fees all at once lol and it would be nice for an extra hand around

- daniel ended up moving in with jisung and even though he promised seongwoo that they would live together smh

- so seongwoo needed to find a place fast bc he preferred to not crash in a cramped apartment the whole year lol

- and found your ad for needing a roomie!! so he contacted you and it was history from there

- it was awkward at first but he always ended up cracking jokes to lighten the mood (which always works hehe)

- you two end up getting to know each other well and it seemed like you two are basically bffs lol

- becomes very affectionate to you so get used to skinship

- likes to ruffle your hair or give you big hugs or anything really

- or sometimes cuddles but not a lot!! because seongwoo would freeze up bc why is his heart beating so fast??

- seongwoo is in the dance club for the college so he always ends up coming home late and sometimes doesn’t make it to his room and just crashes in the living room sofa

- and you’re always home before him bc work ended earlier so you’re always there to take care of him

- u just kinda,,leave him there bc he was kinda heavy lol so you just cover him with a blanket and leave dinner in the microwave and a glass of water on the table for him when he wakes up

- even when its his turn to buy groceries or clean the apartment, he always seems tired or worn out half the time so you just kinda do it because you know he’s too tired to do it lol

- and sometimes u just feel like he takes you for granted?? like idk its like you end up doing all the work and you can’t help feeling this way because even if he has dance club,,,he should at least help

- but he does don’t worry

- in fact, he takes notice of all the things that you do for him and even though its his turn to buy things or do chores, you still end up doing it for him when you notice he’s exhausted

- he returns the favor actually!! whenever he notices that you’ve had a rough week or you have a huge project coming up and you can’t clean around the apartment

- he does the work and even buys you extra stuff bc all the things you do for him and he’s grateful fnbjik

- but sometimes you’ll have a rough day and you’ll be pissed and tired and it’s like seongwoo notices because the moment you walk through the door, he just encloses you in a big hug and stays there until you’re feeling better again

- and instantly, your bad mood is gone bc hugging seongwoo is like hugging a teddy bear hehe

- u always tries to shove food down his throat bc sometimes he’s so busy that he forgets to eat and smh like boy!!!! you need to eat!!

- ok moving on!!

- always greets you once you get home because he lowkey misses you and he’s glad that you’re back hehe

- always asks about your day and makes small talk and if you ask about his, will low-key be overdramatic about it because he loves making you laugh hehe

-okokkok  you’re studying music theory and you’re always trying to identify chords or if a song modulates or is planing 

- and seongwoo notices this ofc!! he notices how passionate you are while talking about music theory and he always sends you a random song because he knows that you like to practice a lot

- and you just go !!! because lowkey you didn’t think he would remember and the fact that he always asks about the songs and what you found interesting about it once he came home

- in return, you always ask about the dance club and ask him to show you his new moves hehe

- you always hype him up when you he shows you and move and he’s just !!! flustered but secretly glad

- and sometimes asks him to sing to you and its just !! an experience !! 

- his voice was so good though?? how does a human sound this good 

- like vocal king?? 

- jaehwan, somewhere far away: did someone sAy vocAl kIng?? 

- and its a cute and happy bonding experience!!

- ok but im not saying that if seongwoo were to ever cook for you, all he would make is cheap ramen or that chef boyarde stuff but thats exactly what im saying

- thus, you end up being the chef in the house because you’re the only one who can make sure that the both of you can get the proper nutrients needed hehe

- ok but living with seongwoo would include stealing his sweaters and he’s always like ?? where are my sweaters

- you: *wearing his sweater* hA hA i have no idea?? maybe you lost it hmMMM?

- he would notice and just,,,sigh LMFAO 

- ‘’ok but i need them because they complete my outfit hello’’ 

- ‘’choose a different one this one is comfy’’ 

- ‘’excUSE ME?? these are mY sweaters we shouldn’t have to argue give them back!!” 

- ‘’eXcUsE mE? nO” 

- ‘’just go wear yours wTF!!” 

- ‘’nO!! its different!!” 

- aka seongwoo just wearing another sweater as he ended up making you win because he got lazy LMFAO (even tho we both know he let u keep them bc he thought u looked cute !! hehe like those sweater paws?? he almost fainted wow legend) 

- ok story time!!

- once the two of you didn’t see each other for like three days because of midterms

-which was a wild ride like you breaking down in the library

- seongwoo passing out on the floor during a break from practice

- you almost turning in your paper late and having daehwi distract the teacher by coming up with some sob story of his s/o taking all of his money in his bank account so you can sneak in your paper

- seongwoo end up running from one side of the campus to the other because he went to the wrong classroom and only had like 3 minutes left to turn in his project

- you having a sugar crash and basically passing out for a day straight and waking up,,,,only to realize that u had class in a few minutes LMFAO

- and after that, you ended up collapsing on your bed in relief and probably sleep for like 3894375 years

- then seongwoo joins you and basically cuddles up to you bc a) he missed you and b) he missed talking to u

- and then the two of u end up sleeping and once u wake up, you two spill all the tea that has happened the past three days hehe

- all in all, a very cute relationship!! someone that you trust a lot and is vvvv glad you took the chance to accept him as a roommate!!

[cheerstocrazy]

Dates with Hippie

9/7 Met him from Hinge. We actually swiped right on each other a couple of years ago from Bumble, but I don’t think he remembers, and I only remember bc I stalked him and was making fun of him with PP abt a white guy loving India. He was really eager in conversations with me and replied hella quickly. He even told me I was cute TWICE, when he had never met me in person. He invited me to the mariachi festival at DTSA. I was thinking mariachi?? Whatever, be a good sport. Parking was a nightmare. Walked around bc he wasn’t replying to my texts, watched the mariachi on my own. Started walking toward Wursthaus and saw him, and thought hey, he’s pretty cool, tall, looks abt the same as his photos or even better. Called him to tell him I was there and asked where he was. I don’t think he took it as srsly as he should have. He wasn’t really talking to me?? And was more invested in the performances and also his cousin came, so he was with us the whole time. It was so weird. We weren’t really talking abt anything except what music we both liked. He also seemed to know everyone in DTSA. He went to fix the sound when the girl’s PA wasn’t working. I was thinking wtf, you’re supposed to be on a date WITH ME, talking TO ME. Here you are leaving me alone and talking to other people. My parking meter was going to expire in 90 mins, and I was thinking abt booking it then. I was over watching the girl at the stage, so he said we should go to the mariachi stage to catch his friends. I wanted a drink and mentioned that too….saying I wanted a Michelada. It was 10 bucks, such a scam!! And I was like can we pleaseeeeee go get a drink, I’M DYING!!!! We went to Vacation bar and got a batshit host who talked too much. We got Mezcal drinks, and he was asking me abt my spirit animal, and I straight up said Joanne the scammer. Then he said no, a literal animal, so I said a sloth lol. Then after I heard their way better answers, I was like have you guys thought abt this in detail? I asked what animal is a savage. And they probed me abt how savage I was. I replied: I am the most savage person you have ever met. I’m withholding it rn bc you guys aren’t ready for who I really am. Randal said trust me, you can’t shock me, just be who you really are. That’s what I want to know abt people, who they really are and upfront so I’m not shocked later on. I was like you have no idea who I am. And I’m savage for a reason, you don’t know what my intentions are. You have to know if I’m actually a good person or not, and you need way more context to get what I’m saying. My savagery isn’t from malice, it’s for fun and bc I’m evil. They also insulted me correct gif pronunciation. He asked me abt Jorja Smith. I said I would reincarnate as her. We shit on the govt a little bit, and I said whatever you feel, I feel it 5x stronger. Idr the rest, we left to go back to the mariachi. He saw more of his friends, he was planning on hanging out with his group of friends then he lost them. We ended up going to The Gypsy Den, so his cousin could pee. I also finally checked my phone to realize my PARKING METER HAD EXPIRED FOR OVER AN HR. I WAS FREAKING OUT. I CAN’T AFFORD A TICKET!!!! I ran back to find out someone had put more money in my meter. YOU FREAKING ANGEL!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCHH!!!! The car behind me had been ticketed. I am so lucky. Bless up. There are good people in the universe. He asked me do you have rhythm? I was like with what? Dancing? Yes ofc, I’m not a gringo. I came back and we went to an art gallery. Randall asked me what my thoughts were. Me: I don’t like this art/paintings. It’s all dumb and I don’t get it. We went to this other gallery area and he asked me what my thoughts were on this seemingly Japanese and Native American painting. To which I replied, cultural appropriation. I said I would need more context from this artist to see if he/she really understand the history of these people and how their paintings were highlighting anything abt these cultures. We went into another exhibit, and Idk what lead us to this topic, but I said we need more diversity in art, that goes across literature, music, etc. And that there are a lot of good people in the world, but the bad ones are what you remember. I agreed, but my line of thought was more that the bad have so much power. It fucking sucks knowing I can’t do anything abt it. I said I come from a place of a lot of privilege and I want to lift everyone too. Why do the bad people want to suppress and oppress people?? After this, we wanted to go get drinks but his cousin wanted food, so he FINALLY LEFT, SO WE COULD TALK ALONE. We watched this older group of men perform some surfy music, which was not bad at all. I enjoyed it a lot. It was funny bc everyone stood in this whole ass perimeter away from the musicians. Idky they self-segregated, it made me laugh. If nothing else, this is what I’ll take away from Randall’s date with me. We were laughing at this one lady who was dancing in the middle and recording some of the band. I referenced Kris Jenner’s You’re doing amazing, sweetie, and he didn’t get it smh. By now, he had put his arm around me and was lightly touching me. It was a bit past 10 and his cousin and he were talking abt leaving. He said there was a mezcalero close to his apt, and that I could stop by…...if I wanted, so yeah…..He said it so awkwardly, both his cousin and I were like why’d you have to say it like that?? And he replied, bc that’s who I am...that’s me. Then they both stared at me for an answer, and I said stop staring at me, it’s making me uncomfortable. I said I’d come. Parking was horrible. I drank more than I ate yday. I texted him I was there, and he came outside. We walked to the mezcal bar, and the service was shat bc the bartenders were so busy so he asked if I had heard of the Blind Donkey, so we went there instead. Neither of us had been there before, but it was pretty poppin. We got our drinks and I stupidly walked us back out to the entrance thinking it was the upstairs lmao idiot. We sat on a random couch, but it was too loud, so we moved back behind the speakers. They were playing throwback indie bangers, and I was loving. They played Banquet by Bloc Party, and An Honest Mistake by the Bravery. I was like ugh so good, I was sitting dancing, then when Gorillaz DARE came on, I was like okay let’s go dance, and grabbed his hand. He wasn’t a horrible dancer, could use more rhythm, but he was legitimately dancing and having fun, which is what I appreciate! They kept playing really good shit, then he went to dance behind me and sometimes he would wrap his arms around me and hold me which felt nice. And I think his head rested perfectly over my head bc I’m that small. I turned around at one point and kissed him, and he’s not a bad kisser at all. I liked it/him a lot. 8/10. I expect nothing less than his caliber of kissing...Males should not kiss like wet fish or be sloppy. You guys are all old and have had multiple gfs!!! All I have to say for these 90 minutes was that I had a blast, and it was so much fun, and it’ll probably go down as one of my favorite nights of this year. I’m pretty sure we were the only ones dancing at most points of the night, and I DIDN’T EVEN CARE. I am wayyy too tired to process everything, but I had a ton of fun. I mean the latter half of the night will be part of that best night of the year too. Dancing with someone remotely familiar who knows the music is always a fun experience. I asked to leave to get some fresh air, and we hugged outside. He said let’s go take a walk. Not sure what we talked about, but it was nice to be on empty streets walking around. We held hands the entire time. The topic of drugs came up, and I was saying I understand why people take drugs to cope with life bc it’s so fucking hard sometimes, and it’s so overwhelming. It’s hard to deal with it on your own. It’s so hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel sometimes. It feels like a hell hole. He said something along the lines of yeah, I’ve succumbed a few times. I’ve fallen into a depression and went to sleep not wanting to wake up bc there was nothing going for me. Then we got back to his apt area, and we sat on some random steps. Not really sure what we spoke abt here or what his game plan was. He put his arm around me and we chilled. And I kept looking to the left bc I didn’t want to make eye contact to the right O_O He lightly tapped me on my shoulder, so I turned around, then he immediately kissed me (which was so smooth). He’s a great kisser. I liked his rhythm and style. He does the triple lingering kiss at the end which is my favorite thing. He also caresses me full body which is nice too. I’m not that affectionate...so...I’ll work on that. He kissed me all throughout my neck, shoulders, ears. He’s pretty good. At one point, I put my legs over his leg, and it got more intense. He started caressing my legs and going up my thighs. I told myself I wouldn’t get WGW or have sex tonight. Generally, my hand goes immediately to a man’s crotch and I tried to remain as restrained as possible. Then he started going close to my underwear or over it, so I was like yo, 2 can play at this game. And I already knew he had been hard for probably hours, so I grabbed it from outside his pants..and he was wet already. I rubbed his balls, and I could hear him moaning in my ear. He kept putting his hand through my hair to kiss me more intensely, and all I could think was I’M BALD. DON’T DO THIS TO ME. YOU’RE LITERALLY TAKING HAIR OUT!!! My life is already so difficult ); I think earlier he had asked if I was going to drive home or wanted to stay over, and I said I can drive home. He said good bc he lived in a studio and space was limited. Then ¾ into the makeout session, that was TAKING FOREVER with SO MANY PEOPLE PASSING BY AND WATCHING AND SEEING MY CROTCH FLASHED, he whispered, do you really have to go home, can’t you just stay? I didn’t reply. Then this one guy with LLD who made a lot of noise passed by us, so I stopped and looked at him. He laughed….then later he asked can we go to your car and do this in a not so sketchy spot. We are not 17!!!! You are too big for my car anyway. This is fine--there is space here! At points, we would stop kissing and I hugged him tight and rested my head on his shoulder to enjoy the moment, intimacy, and silence. I almost wanted to say this is nice, thanks. Thank god, I didn’t. I also wanted to pull out my phone and soundtrack this scene to Heartbeats by Jose Gonazlez, but that’d be TOO CHEEZY. One time I rested my head on his shoulder and was closing my eyes bc I was so sleepy!!! He’s like are you sleeping??? Bitch I MIGHT BE. I always thought he would finish kissing me after we ended with our lingering kisses, then he’d come back for more. Finally, I said I’m gonna head out bc I’m so tired. He said he’d walk me. We held hands and he walked me back. I said I still have my gum in my mouth, it’s called talent. We kissed AGAIN at the car, then he squeezed me tight and let me go. Told me to drive home safe and light slapped my ass. I was so tired. I still am. How do I feel about all of this? It was a nice and fun night. Did it beat the effortlessness and ease of convo with Liorr? No...But I generally don’t kiss anyone I kind of like/who has potential on the first date. We made out for an entire fucking hour. Holy fuck, NO WATER, NUFFIN. That’s impressive m8. We hung out for about 9 hours. That’s A LONG ASS TIME. I didn’t necessarily feel an intense connection/chemistry, but that’s bc Idk him. There weren’t any red flags for me. Whenever I expressed my opinion, he would validate it and build upon it which is refreshing considering most guys would become defensive and be quick to strike my opinion down. You asked for it, you twats. If you asked me for a perfect date, it would be either be dancing + drinks at a festival/bar, and I got that. I had a fucking blast. Imagine if I actually had a FESTIVAL BAE. WAH ALL I WANT IS TO BE HELD!!! 

9/13 Date #2 

Initial reactions: I felt so safe, seen, understood. It’s so easy. I’m shook. You know how after Tyler and Hannah’s date, Hannah said “I’ve never felt so respected”--that’s how I feel on a smaller scale. I like this d00d bc he has no ego and actually listens to me and replies directly to what I say. We’re so in sync physically, it’s stupid. It’s so easy to talk to him, and the way he holds me--everything. Kill me, I love his kisses; I love the way he smells. He’s way more romantic than me and so affectionate. I am stone cold, and he makes me not want to be that and reciprocate to maybe ⅓ of his level. Who raised him? They did so well! And all his exes did so WELL IN TEACHING HIM HOW TO TREAT A GIRL AND HOW TO KISS. 

I think I like him. That was probably one of my favorite dates ever, if not my favorite date. It was so easy, relaxed, chill, low-key. He said he was leaving for HB early, and wasn’t texting me afterward, so I was kind of hesitant if he actually left or not. I was thinking, “What if I get stood up? Whatever, I can drink at the beach by myself. NBD” He did reply and said he was parked which made me feel relieved. I got out of the car and saw that he was parked and walking toward me. I’ll never get over how tall he is. He surely is taller than 6 ft!!! We walked toward the beach, talked abt our day. I saw that there was a patrol looking car driving along the street we were walking. It was a trash truck, and it was emptying/putting new bags along the walkway. We walked away, and somehow it would always end up behind us. Whatever. We mostly talked about drugs and his experiences with it. I opened a beer too while we talking. He talked abt his preference for psychedelics. He said he did acid while in India with a girl he met up with whom he had hooked up on and off for 3 years back when he was younger. He said the conversation they had while on acid was the reason they were able to maintain a friendship afterwards, otherwise that would’ve been over. Hmmm, cryptic. We finally got to the benches/tables I wanted to sit at, and I said my boots were hurting (which they were). It was pretty wet, but I put down my blanket for us to sit on it. We talked a lot abt his experiences traveling in Sri Lanka/India. I wanted to know more abt Sri Lanka and how he traveled there. He also said India is his favorite country and he wants to return again next year. I asked him what’s the pull for India? Why? He explained to me he liked the duality and chaos, the mix of wealth and poverty, there’s always a lot going on, etc. I said it’s so strange for me to hear someone who loves it so much when my experience was so different and frustrating. I talked abt the instance where we almost got sexually assaulted. He replied: yeah, sorry about that. That’s horrible, I can’t imagine how it is to travel as a girl there. I really appreciated that response. How many guys in the world would be able to apologize, validate me, and empathize? Maybe 3 people. When we sat next to each other, he always rubbed/caressed my back, and they were really good massages tbh!!! When I was telling my India story, he didn’t really do that anymore, sensing the urgency and conflict to come in my story. And Idk when he did this, but we were talking and he ended up resting his head on my shoulder leaning back into me, and it was so cute, I nearly died. I hadn’t been touching him or doing anything. He seemed to feel really comfortable. We talked a lot abt his marketing agency bg, and we talked abt being laid off and what we did after that. I think we were in this weird intertwined position. He hugged me from behind, and he was sitting to my left, but his head was on my right shoulder, so I leaned opp way..and he replied so basically we did the same shit and ran away, diff times. I told him I had the same birthday as Donald Trump and I could relate to him when I was 12 bc I’ve since grown up. When I was 11, I told a kid who stood up on a chair, “be careful not to break the chair!” My teacher, Thompson smh and was like Natalie, you can’t say shit like that. Hippie said he was never in a position to be a bully bc he moved schools when he was in 4th grade from Mississippi to Louisiana. He said he was a hillbilly and spoke with a different accent. I asked him what kind of accent it was, and he kept saying oh man, Idek how to do it anymore. Saying I reckon etcetc, and I laughed bc I hear that only in shows/movies and from British people. He told me I smelled nice. I said, “You do too! I can’t pinpoint the smell tho.” Him: I did shower! He said it’s probably my conditioner. I smelled his hair, and it was def his conditioner. He said when he was working at his agency, he was considered the nerd there bc he played video games and was weird, then he said when he went to work at Blizzard in Irvine, he felt like a jock bc he has interests outside of video games. I can’t even imagine how dweeby everyone is there. He kept saying how tough this year is for him, but he feels like with the changing of the seasons, fall feels like it’s gonna be better (I BETTER BE A PART OF IT). I was starting to get worked up abt my job and complaining, so he said we don’t have to talk abt work anymore and kissed me. We kissed for a long ass time, and he told me, “I really like kissing you.” I replied “I like kissing you, too.” Then he said something like, “I could just sit here and kiss you all night, it’s ridiculous. I especially love your bottom lip. It’s so *insert adjective I can’t recall thick? Juicy? plump?* He kept playfully kissing only my bottom lip, and it was so cute UGH KILL ME. He kissed every inch of my body, legs to arms, head to toe. HE KNOWS HIS WAY AROUND ;_; He kept telling me I was so cute. He asked me if we could go back somewhere, but I said none of us live near here. Funny tidbit: He fingered me (and it was really smooth and FUCKING GOOD. I think our sex would be incredible) then he when he ended, he licked each finger, and he said, “Damn, you taste so fucking good. Weird compliment, but it’s true.” I laughed. I was wearing my high-waisted shorts, and he kept trying to unzip from the front, and I told him the zipper is on the side. He asked why the belt was in the front? “Aesthetics.” He was super hard, but I didn’t want to go thru the trouble of unbuckling his belt and unzipping. He said you know you can undo my pants. So I did...and he asked if I could do it with one hand. And in my head, I was like BRUH PLS LEAVE IT TO THE EXPERT. During this period was when the trash picking up man kept going back and forth behind us making so much noise. I was like srsly??? WE’RE DOING STUFF HELLO. And people were walking at night too. It’s 2am!!! Why wouldn’t you walk during the daytime??? We hugged each other during these moments and laughed. It was a full moon this night, so the beach was so gorgeous and illuminated. When we finished, he said “I should put my dick away.” It was def above average and kind of long??? At the end of everything, when I was folding up the wet blanket, he came from behind and hugged/held me, saying you’re so freaking cute. We stood there and idk what to do but it felt so nice, safe, warm. *cries* He kissed my neck and did the sideways kiss (which I always find super fucking awkward and unromantic), but it was totally sweet and natural with him. I really relished the quiet moments between us. Then we walked back and were talking abt the govt, economics, and corporations. He and I agree on everything so whatever I said, he’d say too. He walked me to my car and we said bye. He held me and kissed me for an extended amt of time. He kept doing the lingering kisses and I couldn’t bring myself to leave. He’s my favorite kisser for sure. I remember thinking “not to be dramatic, but his kisses could bring world peace.”

9/18 Date #3 in Orange

There were so many things that annoyed me before the date. So he said hey I have the apt to myself, come hang out. I thought I was going to Long Beach. I think I worked a 10 hr day, and was like fuck I have to haul ass up to LB now. GREAT. I texted him I was headed out, then he said he was going to an open mic night in Orange. And I was like well wtf, we made plans and you’re just telling me this now? He always tells me things so last minute. I HATE IT. 

Initial thoughts: I don’t think we’re compatible with each other. I don’t think we’re at the same points in our live bc I’ve just come out of my crisis (it’s been a year), and he’s in the thick of his. I don’t think he has enough security in his life to take on another human. And that’s fine--I’m not even needy (ok kind of) but self-sufficient. Not only is he not ready to be in a relationship, but I don’t think we want the same things right now either or have enough common ground. He’s into playing live music and his music collective; he’s spiritual, into yoga and rock climbing. I’m not into that at all. He’s going to a festival for a while, and it’s all spiritual meditation/yoga, which is my fucking nightmare. He never asks anything abt me. It’s mostly me asking questions and getting to know him. Maybe he was having an off day yday. He literally said “I need a place to live 10/1...and ya that’s not going” I’m pretty level-headed abt this, but also I don’t want to be with someone (even if it’s casual) at their best or normal self. I don’t want to be a burden or carry the weight of their burdens. Is that selfish??? I’m realizing this may not be in and taking it in stride. It doesn’t have to be a permanent thing or even something that endures. It could be temporary idk. I’m tempering my feelings for sure. I don’t think I’m the girl for him. I think I’d be a stabilizing force for him and a good ear to bounce ideas off and someone to whom he could vent, but what’s in that for me? I’m learning to be more selfish, not just with my standards, but what I get out of these things. I didn’t have as much fun this time as the last 2, but the bar was so high from the last 2. We can’t always be our best selves, but I’m always my best self when I’m with someone new. Interesting tidbit: He told me the first time he cried was 2012 to Brokeback Mountain. The moment I knew I wasn’t it: He described his dream house/living situation..He said he only wanted to live with musicians and wanted a spare room with a studio to host jam sessions, playing sessions, which is not to say he wants that exclusively and can’t like other things. But I’m so faaaaaaar from that and any other of his passions. I think he’s so invested in music and has tunnel vision with that, that he only wants to be surrounded by other people who want that, too, whereas most normal musicians have non-music friends too. This is me maybe assuming, but I think I’m astute. At the end of the night, we hugged bye and it felt so weird, and I didn’t know what was gonna happen. Bc the entire time, it felt like I was pulling out teeth to keep the conversation going, and he was so aloof and withdrawn. I would cater the convo to topics he liked, and he would give me depressing answers that took me aback. Like when I asked if he snowboarded, he said no, that could hurt my legs. He was so trite. Talked abt his ACL surgery, everything bad that he had experienced….I heard abt it. It was draining for me to listen and keep up a positive attitude and maintain any semblance of levity. At the end, he hugged me, told me to have fun, and have a safe drive out to Vegas. He held me for a bit, so Idk we ended up kissing. It felt empty. He dropped his skateboard and hydro before he kissed me, kind of clunky, kind of funny. I left feeling discouraged and frustrated.