#your art is so good ughhh i want to drink it

[joelmillerisapunk]

Watermelon Sugar

Dbf/neighbor/daddy!Joel Miller x f!reader

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Wordcount: 6,522

Summary: At the annual neighborhood barbecue, you can't ignore the sparks flying between you and Joel Miller, your dad's best friend. What starts as playful flirting leads to a secret, steamy encounter that leaves you both wanting more.

Warnings: 18+, age gap, unprotected p in v, m! oral recieving, soft but dom daddy!Joel, Joel calls reader baby and sunflower, use of daddy, light choking, hair pulling, and spanking. And a lil aftercare. Reader has hair and wears a bikini.

Notes: I've been slow over here and a little inactive due to adulting ughhh, but thank you all for your love and support 🥰 I truly appreciate all of you! tysm @joelslegalwhre & @evolnoomym beta reading for me. Smooching you both forever. Divider by @saradika-graphics

You stand in front of your mirror, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. The annual neighborhood barbecue is a tradition you've always looked forward to, but this year, it feels different. Ever since you can remember, Joel Miller has been a fixture in your life—a man who could make you laugh with a single look and who always seemed to know when you needed a friend. But lately, the glances you exchange feel charged with something new, something you're not quite ready to name.

As you dab on a bit of perfume, you catch your dad's voice in the hallway, calling out that he's heading over to Joel's early to help set up.

“Be there soon!” You yell back.

—

As you step out of your front door, the warm summer breeze brushes against your skin, carrying with it the mouth-watering aroma of grilled meat and freshly cooked burgers from the neighborhood barbecue, hosted by none other than Joel Miller - your dad's best friend and neighbor, the one youve had a crush on forever. You can't help but feel a flutter in your stomach as you walk towards his house, knowing that he will be there waiting for you.

Your heart races as you approach the familiar scene; tables filled with food and drinks, kids running around playing games, and adults chatting animatedly under the shade of trees. You spot Joel standing near the grill, his broad shoulders moving up and down as he expertly flips burgers on the sizzling hot coals. His tanned skin glistens with sweat from all his hard work preparing for today's event.

"Hey there!" Your dad calls out when he sees you approaching. "Just in time! We were just about to start eating."

You take a moment to admire Joel's form; how strong yet gentle he looks handling those flaming hot coals like they were nothing more than pebbles in a stream; how those little black shorts sit on his body just right, how that white baggy shirt hangs over his big broad shoulders hugging his thick neck just right. Damn it. Why does he have to look so good?

As you draw closer, the heat from the grill is almost as intense as the warmth that spreads through you at the sight of Joel. His head looks up for a moment as he sees you approach, a wide grin spreading across his face.

You take a plate from the stack and start to serve yourself, trying to keep your hands from shaking. The array of food is impressive: potato salad, corn on the cob, fresh fruit, and an assortment of desserts that would make any food lover weak in the knees. But your focus is on the grill, where Joel is now plating a burger that looks like a work of art.

"Here ya go, sunflower," he says. The nickname, worn in like a favorite pair of jeans from years of use, still makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world. "I added a secret sauce.” He whispers, his voice low and conspiratorial. “Tell me if it's as good as I think it is.” He winks, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your chest.

As you take the burger from Joel, your fingers touch briefly, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You try to brush it off as static, but deep down, you know it's more than that. You take a bite of the burger, and the flavors explode on your tongue. The sauce is tangy and sweet, perfectly complementing the grilled meat's smoky flavor.

"Mmm," you moan, closing your eyes in appreciation. "This is incredible."

Joel's eyes light up with pride. "M’glad you like it." His eyes follow every movement of your lips, every chew, every swallow. It's as if he's savoring every moment of this interaction.

You try to ignore the flutter in your chest, telling yourself it's just appreciation for a good meal. But deep down, you know it's more than that. Joel has always been kind to you, always looked out for you, but now, as your eyes lock in a silent understanding, you sense something different. Something forbidden.

"So, you really like the sauce?" he inquires, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he wipes his brow with the back of his hand. The gruffness in his voice sends a shiver down your spine despite the summer heat.

You nod eagerly, your taste buds still dancing from the burst of flavors. "Mhmmm! What’s in it?”

Joel chuckles. "That's top-secret information, darlin', Ain't gettin’ it outta me that easy."

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you walk behind the grill and up to Joel. “How about we make a deal? You give me the secret sauce recipe, and I'll show you something I know you wanna see.”

"Alright, you've got my attention."

Slowly, with deliberate grace, you begin to lift your shirt just enough for him to catch sight of the vibrant pattern of your bikini top beneath—your fingers deftly move towards one side strap of this bikini top; teasingly pulling at it as if contemplating revealing even more than intended

"Fuck - " he breathes out, quickly shaking his head to compose himself before grabbing your arm to stop you. "Your dad's right there, the hell you doin'?”

With a mischievous wink, you let the strap snap back into place, leaving just enough to his imagination. "Maybe later then," you tease “If you wanna see the rest come find me Mr. Miller.”

Joel watches you step back and saunter away towards the pool, your words hanging in the air like a challenge. The playful sway of your hips is hypnotic, and he can't help but stare as you make your way over to the pool. He shakes his head, trying to clear the fog of desire that's clouding his judgment. "Christ," he mutters under his breath, turning his attention back to the grill, but the sizzle of the meat does little to drown out the sound of your laughter carried in the breeze.

He glances over at you, watching as you settle by the pool, your legs dangling in the water. You're a vision, your hair catching the sunlight, your smile bright and inviting. He tries to focus on the task at hand, serving people, and making small talk, but his eyes keep drifting back to you. He can't help it; you're like a magnet, drawing him in against his better judgment.

He watches as you reach for a slice of watermelon on your plate, its vibrant red color promising a burst of sweetness. The juicy fruit is cool and refreshing in the summer heat. As you take a bite, the watermelon's juice is so abundant that it escapes your lips, trickling down your chin.

In an attempt to catch the runaway droplets, you quickly bring your hand up to your face. But in your haste, another stream of juice breaks free, trailing a path down your neck and disappearing into the valley between your breasts. The sensation of the cool liquid against your heated skin makes you gasp softly, making Joel groan under his breath. He watches you with an intensity that borders on feral. His grip tightens around the spatula he's holding as he takes in the sight of you, flustered and trying to contain the watermelon's sweet rebellion. His mind races with images he knows he shouldn't entertain—images of him licking away those sticky trails left by nature's candy on your skin; his hands following suit to ensure not a single drop is wasted; his lips tasting every inch they cover until there's no trace of watermelon left.

His body reacts before he can stop it—a sudden twitch in his pants that thankfully goes unnoticed by everyone else due to his strategically placed apron tied securely around his waist. He takes a deep breath to regain control over his runaway thoughts while simultaneously adjusting himself discreetly under the cover of fabric.

Taking the opportunity to step away from the grill, Joel grabs a cold Corona from the cooler, the bottle sweating as much as he is. He approaches you but stops for a split second to watch you. The sight of you lying there, your body still glistening with juices, makes his heart race.

"Thought ya might be thirsty," he says, handing you the beer, his voice deeper than usual.

You look up as he approaches, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Took you long enough," you say, a teasing lilt in your voice as you take the beer and sip it.

He sits down beside you, his heart pounding in his chest. "You're playin’ with fire, y’know that sweetheart?" he warns.

You just smirk, leaning back in your chair, your gaze locked onto his like a little puppy.

"You keep lookin' at me like that, and we're gonna have a problem," Joel says, his voice a low rumble.

"What if I want a problem?"

His intake of breath is sharp, and you can see the effect your words have on him. His jaw clenches, and there's a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes—something that tells you he's teetering on the edge of control. You watch as Joel quickly gets up from his chair and walks away. He rounds the corner of the house before disappearing.

You wait for a moment before you put your beer down beside the one he left and casually stand up to follow him.

Around the side of the house, away from prying eyes, Joel is leaning against the wall, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. The moment he sees you, his eyes darken.

"What are we doin' here?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You close the distance between you, your body brushing against his. "Something we both want," you reply confidently, your hand coming up to rest on his chest.

He captures your wrist, his grip firm but gentle. "This is wrong," he murmurs, though the conviction in his voice is wavering.

"Does it feel wrong?" You challenge, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles through his shirt.

For a moment, he doesn't respond, his gaze dropping to your lips. Then, with a groan of surrender, he closes the gap between you, his mouth crashing onto yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve as if he's memorizing you by touch. You respond with equal fervor, your hands tangling in his hair as you pull him closer, deepening the kiss. The taste of him, a mix of beer and the sweet tang of barbeque sauce, drives you wild.

Suddenly, Joel breaks the kiss, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. "We can't do this here," he says, glancing around to make sure no one has followed you.

You nod, your breath hitching as you realize the gravity of what you're about to do. "Then take me somewhere we can," you whisper back, your hand slipping into his.

With a groan that sounds almost pained, Joel takes a step back, pulling you with him as he leads you away from the party and towards the detached garage at the end of the driveway. His grip on your hand is firm, almost possessive, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.

The inside of the garage is cool and dimly lit compared to the bright sunlight outside. It's filled with tools and gardening equipment—a testimony to Joel's many hobbies. The door lightly closes shut behind you, sealing out the world and the sounds of the party. The air is thick with the scent of oil and wood, a heady mixture that only adds to the intoxicating atmosphere. Joel wastes no time, pressing you against the cool metal of a parked truck, his body a solid wall of heat against yours.

"You've been drivin’ me crazy all day," he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Teasin’ me like that in front of everyone."

You can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against you, and it sends a shiver of excitement down your spine.

His lips crash onto yours once again, demanding and dominant. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, claiming you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. You can feel his stubble rough against your skin.

"You're playin’ a dangerous game, baby," he murmurs against your mouth.

He spins you around roughly, pressing your chest against the truck's hood. You can feel the cool metal against your overheated skin. His hands tangle in your hair, giving it a gentle tug that sends a jolt of pleasure and pain straight to your core.

"Tell me whatcha want," he commands, his voice a low rumble in your ear.

"You," you gasp, arching your back to press closer to him. "I want you, Joel."

He rewards you with a slow grind of his hips against yours, the friction making you moan. "You want me to fuck ya, sunflower?" he asks, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes," you whimper, your hands gripping the edge of the hood for support. "Please, Joel."

He chuckles darkly, his lips tracing a path down the side of your neck. "Beggin’ already? I thought you liked playin’ hard to get." You feel his teeth nip at your skin as he speaks. Your body trembles with need, your breathing coming out in short bursts. You don't understand why this feels so right, but you don't question it anymore. "Stay still," he orders, his voice firm.

You force yourself to comply, your body trembling with anticipation. He takes his time, his fingers tracing maddeningly slow patterns on your skin. When he finally reaches beneath the fabric of your bikini top to palm your breast, you can't help but let out a moan of relief.

"That's it," he encourages, his thumb circling your nipple. "Let me hear how much you want this."

His other hand slides down your body, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. You're already so wet for him, and when his fingers brush against your clit, you can't help but buck your hips.

"Fuck, you're so responsive," he groans, his fingers circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. You're panting now, desperate for release. But he denies you, pulling his hand away just as you're about to tip over the edge. "Not yet," he says, his voice stern. "You don't come till I tell ya to."

He spins you around once again, his eyes dark with lust as he takes in the sight of you. "I wanna see you baby," he says, his hands tugging at your shorts. "All of you."

You help him undress you, your hands shaking with need. Once you're standing before him in nothing but your bikini, he takes a step back to admire his handiwork.

"Goddamn, you're beautiful," he says, his voice filled with awe. "Now, get on your knees."

You do as he says, the concrete floor cool against your skin. You hear the zip of his pants and then them falling to the ground along with his boxers as he steps forward, his hands fisting in your hair guiding you to his cock. "Open up," he commands, his voice gruff. "Show me how much you want this."

You part your lips obediently, taking him into your mouth. He's big and hard, and the taste of him is intoxicating. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, eliciting a groan from above and then take him entirely until he's hitting the back of your throat.

"That's it, sunflower," he praises, his hips thrusting gently. "Just like that."

You look up at him, your eyes locking onto his as you take him deeper. His grip on your hair tightens, and you can tell he's struggling to last. "Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth," he says, his voice strained.

Your hands grip his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under your touch as you bob your head, taking him deeper with each stroke. The salty taste of his arousal mixes with the lingering sweetness of the watermelon, creating a heady combination that has you moaning around his length.

"Feels so damn good baby," Joel groans, his voice echoing in the quiet garage. His eyes are locked on yours, filled with a raw, unfiltered desire that sends a thrill through you. You feel his thighs quiver under your hands, and you know he's close. But before he can reach his peak, he gently pulls you away, his cock slipping from your lips with a wet pop.

"Up," he commands as he pulls you to your feet, his hands roaming your body once again. He unties your bikini top, letting it fall to the ground, and then he's cupping your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples. "Tell me you want this," he says, his eyes searching yours. "Tell me you want me to fuck you baby."

"I want it," you assure him, your voice trembling with need. "I want you to fuck me, Joel."

With a growl, he lifts you onto the hood of the truck and with a hunger in his eyes that matches your own, Joel hooks his fingers into the sides of your bikini bottoms, his gaze never leaving yours as he slowly begins to peel them away. The fabric slides down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to him. He tosses the bikini bottoms aside, his hands returning to grip your thighs, spreading them apart as he steps closer.

"You're so fuckin' wet for me," he murmurs approvingly, his fingers tracing the seam of your cunt. You can feel yourself growing warm at his words, but you don't have time to feel self-conscious because he's leaning in, capturing your lips in another searing kiss as his fingers continue their exploration.

One finger circles your entrance before pushing inside, making you gasp into the kiss. He adds another finger, stretching you deliciously as he establishes a rhythm that has you writhing on the hood of the truck. His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusting fingers.

"Joel," you moan, your hands fisting in his shirt as pleasure builds within you. "Please..."

He chuckles against your mouth, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. "Please, what?" he teases, even as he adds another finger, filling you even more. "Tell me what you need."

"I need... I need you inside me," you pant out, barely able to form coherent thoughts with the way he's playing your body like a finely tuned instrument.

Joel's eyes darken at your words, and he withdraws his fingers, leaving you feeling empty and needy.

You ready for me, sunflower?" he asks, positioning himself at your entrance.

You nod eagerly, your body aching for him. "Yes, please."

With a groan, he pushes forward, filling you in one slow, deliberate thrust. The sensation of being stretched and filled by him is overwhelming, and you can't help but cry out at the intensity of it. He stills for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"Fuck," he groans. "You feel even better than I imagined."

As the initial shock of your union subsides, Joel begins to move, his hips setting a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each thrust is a sweet invasion, a claim that leaves you breathless and begging for more.

"Look at me," Joel commands, his voice gruff with need. You lock eyes with him, the intensity of his gaze searing into your soul. "Who do you belong to?" he asks, his pace increasing with each word.

The question hangs in the air between you, heavy with implication. You know the answer he wants, the answer that feels right in this moment. "You," you gasp out, your voice barely above a whisper. "I belong to you, Daddy."

A shudder runs through Joel at the sound of the word Daddy falling from your lips. "That's right," he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drives into you with renewed vigor. "You're mine, sunflower. Say it again."

"I'm yours, Daddy," you moan louder this time, surrendering yourself to him completely.

The words, once taboo, now feel like a secret language between the two of you. With each thrust, Joel reaffirms his claim on you, his movements becoming more frenzied as he chases his release.

"Harder," you beg, your nails digging into the flesh of his back. "I need more."

He responds with a growl, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. The sound of skin meeting skin echoes in the garage, mingling with your cries of pleasure and his grunts of exertion. "Is this what ya need?" he pants, his hips snapping against yours with bruising force.

"Yes," you cry out, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each powerful thrust. "More... I need all of you."

In response to your plea, Joel reaches up and wraps his hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your heart race and your head spin. The sensation of being restrained by him sends a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins. It's a thrilling mix of fear and excitement that heightens the pleasure coursing through your body.

"You like that baby?" he rasps out, his eyes searching yours for confirmation even as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. "You like it when Daddy chokes you while he fucks your pretty little cunt?"

You nod as much as his grip will allow, your breath coming in short gasps as stars dance behind your closed eyelids. "Yes," you manage to choke out.

The world around you seems to blur into a haze of pleasure and desire as Joel continues to claim your body with an almost feral intensity. His grip on your throat remains firm, yet gentle enough not to cause harm, serving as a potent reminder of his control over you. The sensation of his fingers wrapped around your neck only adds to the overwhelming tide of ecstasy that's building within you.

"Come on, sunflower, come for me." Joel grunts, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Wanna feel this pretty little pussy squeezin’ Daddy's cock.”

His words are the final push you need. With a cry that echoes off the walls of the garage, your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, causing your entire body to convulse with the force of it. Your inner muscles clamp down around Joel's shaft, milking him as he continues to drive into you with powerful thrusts.

As the waves of your orgasm begin to subside, Joel isn't done with you yet. He pulls out, leaving you feeling momentarily empty, but before you can protest, he's flipping you over onto your stomach with a strength that leaves you breathless. Your body is still trembling from the aftershocks of your climax as he roughly pulls you up, positioning himself behind you.

"You think we're done?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. "I ain't even close to being finished with this sexy body of yours."

His hands grip your hips tightly as he lines himself up with your entrance once again. With one powerful thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely and causing you to cry out in a mix of pleasure and surprise. The new angle allows him to go even deeper than before, hitting spots that make your toes curl and your breath hitch in your throat.

"Fuck," he groans, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he sets a brutal pace that has the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around the garage. "You feel so fuckin' good like this."

One hand releases its grip on your hip and tangles in your hair instead, pulling it just hard enough to tilt your head back and expose the long line of your neck. His lips find the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, kissing and nipping at it as he continues to pound into you from behind.

"Such a good girl," he praises between thrusts, his voice a low rumble against your skin. "Takin’ Daddy's cock so well.”

His other hand comes down on the curve of your ass with a sharp smack that makes you gasp and push back against him for more. The sting of the slap only adds to the overwhelming sensation of fullness as he drives into you again and again. Each smack is followed by a soothing caress that sends shivers down your spine and makes a heat pool low in your belly once more.

"You like it when I spank this naughty little ass?" Joel asks wickedly as his hand comes down on the other cheek, this time eliciting another moan from deep within you. "Answer me, baby girl."

"Yes," you manage to gasp out between thrusts, your body shaking under his relentless assault . "I love it when you spank me, Daddy.”

The sound of your admission seems to spur Joel on even more. His thrusts become wilder, more uncontrolled, as he chases his own release. The hand in your hair tightens, pulling your head back further, forcing you to arch your back and take him even deeper. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel another orgasm building within you, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep you away.

"That's it, baby girl," Joel growls, his voice ragged with desire. "Come for me one more time."

His words are all it takes to send you tumbling over the edge once more. Your body convulses beneath him, your inner walls clamping down around his shaft as wave after wave of pleasure courses through you.

Joel lets out a guttural groan as he feels your orgasm milk his own from him. His hips stutter against yours as he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he finds his release. You can feel the warmth of his seed filling you, marking you his in the most primal way possible.

For a moment, the only sounds in the garage are the ragged gasps of your breathing and the pounding of your hearts. Slowly, Joel releases his grip on your hair and hip, his hands gently caressing the skin he'd so roughly manhandled just moments before.

"You okay, sunflower?" he asks, his voice soft and filled with concern as he carefully withdraws from your body.

You nod, still trying to catch your breath. "Yeah," you manage to say, your voice shaky but filled with a satisfaction that you've never felt before. "I'm good. More than good."

Joel chuckles softly, pressing a tender kiss to the nape of your neck. "You're more than good, baby girl. You're incredible."

He helps you to your feet, his arms wrapping around you to steady you when your legs threaten to give out beneath you. His eyes scan your body, taking in the marks he's left on your skin—the redness where his fingers had gripped you, the faint handprint on your ass, the love bites that dot your neck and shoulders.

"Let's get ya cleaned up," he says, his tone gentle as he leads you over to an old sink in the corner of the garage. He turns on the water, testing the temperature with his hand before wetting a clean rag and using it to gently wipe away the evidence of what just happend.

You watch him, your heart swelling with emotion as you take in the tenderness of his actions. This is a side of Joel you've never seen before—a side that's caring and attentive, a side that makes you feel cherished and loved.

Once he's satisfied that you're clean, he helps you dress, his hands lingering on your skin with each article of clothing he helps you into. When you're fully clothed again, he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"You're so beautiful, sunflower," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "Inside and out."

The warmth of Joel's embrace and the tenderness in his voice make your heart flutter with a mixture of joy and trepidation. You're standing in a moment that feels both surreal and more real than anything you've ever experienced.

"Joel," you say, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your encounter, "what does this mean for us now?"

He pulls back slightly, his hands cupping your face as he looks into your eyes with an intensity that takes your breath away. "It means," he begins, his thumbs stroking your cheeks gently, "that I can't ignore these feelings any longer. It means that I want to be with you, truly be with you, in every sense of the word."

Your heart leaps at his words, but reality quickly sets in. "But what about my dad? What about everything else?"

Joel nods, understanding the weight of your concerns. "I know it's complicated," he admits. "And I don't have all the answers right now. But I do know that I can't go back to pretending there's nothing between us, that you're just my best friend's daughter.”

You smile at that, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "So... where do we go from here?"

"First," he says with a grin, "we get back to that barbecue before your dad sends out a search party." He gives you one last lingering kiss before stepping back to survey the scene. "Then we figure this out together—away from pryin’ eyes and family gatherings."

With a nod of agreement, you follow Joel out of the garage, your hand securely tucked in his. The world outside seems different now—brighter, more vibrant, as if your encounter has somehow altered your perception of reality. The sounds of laughter and music from the barbecue drift towards you, a stark contrast to the intimate silence you've just left behind.

As you approach the party, Joel gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "We'll take this one step at a time," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the noise of the gathering. "Okay?"

You nod, grateful for his presence and his promise. Together, you reenter the party, blending seamlessly into the crowd as if nothing has changed. But everything has changed, and you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the secret you now share with Joel.

Throughout the afternoon, you catch each other's eyes from across the yard, exchanging knowing smiles, and subtle touches whenever possible. Your dad, none the wiser, chats happily with neighbors and friends, his laughter mingling with the sounds of summer.

As the sun begins to set, casting a warm golden glow over the neighborhood, you find yourself standing next to Joel by the grill once more. He hands you another beer, his fingers brushing against yours in a silent gesture of affection.

"So," he says, nudging you gently with his elbow, "how's that secret sauce treatin ya?"

You can't help but chuckle, the memory of your earlier exchange bringing a flush to your cheeks. "I think it's safe to say it's the best sauce I've ever had," you reply with a wink, taking a sip of your beer to hide your smile.

Joel laughs, shaking his head in amusement. "Well, I don't know about that," he teases. "I might have to give you a few more samples before you can make such a bold claim.”

But before you can retort, your dad saunters over to join you by the grill. He claps Joel on the back affectionately and turns to address both of you.

"You two look like you're up to no good," he says with a smile. "What are you plotting over here?"

Your heart skips a beat at his words—does he suspect something?—but Joel seems unfazed as he throws an arm around your dad's shoulders with brotherly affection.

"Just discussing some top-secret barbecue business," Joel replies smoothly, giving your dad a reassuring squeeze before releasing him and turning back to tend to the grill once more.

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Eventually, as the crowd begins to thin and the night grows deeper, your dad announces that it's time to start cleaning up. You join in, helping to gather plates and cups and fold tables, all the while feeling Joel's gaze on you.

Once the last of the guests have said their goodbyes and the yard is returned to its peaceful state, your dad claps Joel on the back, thanking him for another successful barbecue. "You outdid yourself this year, Joel," he says with a smile.

Joel returns the smile, though his eyes flicker to you for a brief moment. "Always happy to host," he replies, his voice steady despite the undercurrent of emotion that passes between you two.

Your dad turns to you, his eyes tired but content. "I'm gonna head home, kiddo. You coming, or are you gonna help Joel clean up?"

You glance at Joel, who gives you a small nod, understanding the silent question in your eyes. "I'll stay and help out, Dad," you say, your voice calm and composed. "You go get some rest."

Your dad chuckles, shaking his head. "Always the responsible one, just like your mother. Alright, I'll see you in the morning."

With a final wave, your dad heads off down the street, leaving you and Joel alone under the starlit sky. The moment his figure disappears into the distance, the air between you seems to crackle with anticipation.

Joel steps closer, his eyes searching yours. "You okay?" he asks, his voice low and intimate.

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, I'm good. Just... processing everything, I guess."

He reaches out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "We don't have to figure it all out tonight," he says softly. "But I want you to know what happened between us... it wasn't a one-time thing for me."

Your heart swells at his words, the warmth of his touch igniting a fire within you. "It wasn't for me, either," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, you simply stand there, lost in each other's gaze, the world around you fading into insignificance. Then, with a shared look of understanding, you both begin to tidy up the remaining mess, working side by side in comfortable silence.

When the last dish is washed and put away, and the yard is once again pristine, Joel takes your hand, leading you to the porch swing. The night is quiet now, save for the distant sound of a dog barking and the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.

You sit down next to him, the swing creaking slightly under your combined weight. His arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you close as you both look up at the stars.

As you sit there, nestled under Joel's arm, the stars twinkle above, casting a serene glow over the quiet neighborhood. You feel a sense of peace and contentment that you've never experienced before, a feeling of being exactly where you're meant to be.

"It's beautiful tonight," you murmur, your head resting against Joel's shoulder.

“It sure is," he agrees, his voice a soft rumble. But when you tilt your head back to look at him, you realize he's not looking at the stars. He's looking at you. His eyes trace the contours of your face, drinking in every detail as if to memorize you, to etch this moment into his memory forever. The corners of his eyes crinkle slightly, a silent indication of the smile he wears in his heart, a smile that reaches out to you, enveloping you in its embrace.

"Joel..." you begin, unsure of what to say next. There are a million thoughts swirling in your head, a million questions about what the future holds for the two of you.

He seems to sense your unease and gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We'll figure it out, sunflower," he assures you again.

You take a deep breath, letting the comforting weight of Joel's arm around you anchor you to the present moment. The uncertainty of the future looms ahead, but for now, you choose to bask in the warmth of his affection.

"I know we will," you reply.

Joel's smile is soft. "That's my girl," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Brave and beautiful.”

The gentle sway of the porch swing and the rhythmic chorus of crickets lull you into a state of peaceful tranquility. Your eyelids grow heavy, and despite your best efforts to stay awake, you find yourself succumbing to the pull of sleep.

Joel notices your drowsy state and smiles softly, his eyes reflecting a tenderness that makes your heart flutter. "Come on, sunflower," he whispers, his voice a soothing balm to your weary senses. "Let's get you inside." With surprising gentleness, Joel scoops you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he stands from the swing. You let out a sleepy protest but quickly settle against him, your head resting on his shoulder as he carries you into the house.

He navigates through the darkened rooms with ease, making his way to his bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, pulling back the covers so he can tuck you in.

You watch him through half-lidded eyes as he moves around the room, turning off lights and setting an alarm for the morning. When he's satisfied that everything is in order, he begins to undress, shedding his clothes until he's standing in nothing but his boxers. The sight of him—all hard planes and toned muscles—makes your breath hitch in your throat despite your sleepy state.

Joel catches your gaze and chuckles softly. "Like what ya see?" he teases gently as he slips into bed beside you.

You nod, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "Always," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel's eyes darken at your confession, but he makes no move to act on the attraction that still crackles between you. Instead, he reaches out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Get some sleep, sunflower," he says softly, his fingers tracing a gentle path down the side of your face.

You nod again, snuggling deeper into the covers as Joel turns off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. The bed shifts slightly as he settles in beside you, the heat of his body a comforting presence in the cool room.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel Joel's arm wrap around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His breath is warm against the nape of your neck, and he lulls you into a deep, peaceful slumber. In the quiet darkness of the night, with Joel's protective embrace surrounding you, you feel safe and cherished. The worries and uncertainties of the future fade into the background, replaced by a sense of contentment and belonging and you know this is exactly where you were meant to be.

[onlyjaeyun]

HELLOOO ZADIEEEEE UGHHH INKED HEARTS IS PERFECTION ISTG

tattoo! artist jay is basically what we all needed like it's a blessing we got to experience a tattoo! artist jay even if it's through fiction and YOU BROUGHT HIM TO LIFE!! it's just so so so real of him to be a tattoo artist and the most requested one too oh i smiled, not only is it cool but he'd do an amazing job at it for sure soo

i'm crying he was so soft for his doll :( the way he'd just be nicotine if it wasn't for doll is so soft byeee, i know it's also doll feeding him good food but i also got that he's tryna quit for her idk I KNOW ITS A REACH!!

he literally talked about her everytime the boys went for drinks and he's soo protective and caring :( the way his anger faded for his doll and he just completely focused on her :( he's so protective omfg daddy fr :( we all need a jay in our lives to protect us from creeps like mr. jaems!!

and him wanting to spoil his doll ahhh it's so cute how now that there's the new studio and the new deals he just wants to give her the worlddd ahh hdlgdlfgfd

the smut tho FUCKKK the way he would tease her stutter dkgfhfd him being aware of the affect he has on his doll is sooo... i'd say he's mean but like, the way he treated her after :( he's so soft, he just wants to take his doll home and look after her!! him suggesting cockwarming and being gentle and and and and dkfgdfg because doll didn't wanna move is so real, we love a big brain. they did it everywhere in the studio too aur i love this couple actually

zadie ily thank u for giving us this art because god knows i needed it!!! daddy tattoo artist! jay with his lovely doll </333 u r the best!!!

🎀

AAAAH THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you so so so much for taking the time out of your day to send me this you have no idea what this means to me, am gonna hold it so close to my heart foreverrrrr, i love and appreciate you so much 🥺🧸🎀

[fluffyydumplings]

Chocolate, You are Late

Pairing: hoseok x reader

Summary: Agagagaga! Another day of boring old college! Well.. Today is a little different. White sweater, black-rimmed glasses, heart lips and cute bangs different. Fishing hell, why does Jung Hoseok have to be your partner for this stupid little project. Why can’t you go back to staring at him from afar? Ughhhh... Fish! Fish! Fish! Speaking of Jung Hoseok, where the fish is he?

Genre: fluff / crack / friends to lovers / pinning / crush!au / idiots in love / college!au

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning: profanity / consumption of food (chocolate to be exact)

A/N: Mother fucking jay: ‘Happy 500 followers and Merry Christmas!’.. Ahhaaa, you never knew this day would come. Didn't you? Ahhahaa, well here it is. Jung Hoseok is all yours for today :].. I’m writing this before I actually write the actual fic. But I’m pretty sure this one is going to be so sweet it’ll make you want to barf. No heart aches for today, I guess :) @jayhopely - And now you know what the mbti question was for :D Inspired by this

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Tikidey Tik Tok Tok.. 6 pm

Tikidey Tik Tok Tok...6:20 pm

You never expected to have such close connections with your all-time fascination, Jung Hoseok. The genius who seems to know the answer to every question there is to answer - the one with the pretty yet adorable face. He could cut you in half with his knife-like jawline or blind you with his radiant smile.

‘6:22 pm..’ you smile awkwardly at your glistening cup of coffee.

‘Oh.. Hi, Hoseok.. What’s up, dude..’

‘You’re late.. We were supposed to meet up at 5:55 pm.’

‘Oh.. You forgot, dude. Nice!’

Your favourite drink unfortunately doesn't answer you back. What a shame..

Smiles awkwardly for the seventh time... Fish you, Jung Hoseok! I hate you even more now! How rude! Eeeeeek!

‘Oh.. Y/N, I’m sorry for being late. I got caught into a bit of traffic..’ he smiles, teeth showing and cheeks pinched to the side.

Ever so charming.. Aren’t you, Jung Hoseok? Aren’t you.. Ughhh..

Your fucking smile!!! TAKE MY NON-EXISTENT SOUL!!

‘Huhh..’ you look slightly over to his way, a stiff smile in return.

‘Help me with mixing these,’ you direct at the tubes of red and green paint on the table, his hands unconsciously brushing over yours.

Heart.. Ahahaa.. Why are you like THIS What the FISH EWWWW EWWWWW

The same feeling you had when you realised your eyes were lingering a bit too much on that little sunshine shorts, named Hoseok.

‘So.. I really like the way this person acts, I think they are cute, and they are very attractive to me. What is that supposed to mean?’

Please don't say what I think it is! Pleeeassseeee! Pleeeease!!

‘That is what one would call a crush.’

Fish You!!!!!!!

EWWW!! YOU REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT.. Okay, maybe you do. HOSEEEEOOOKKKKKK!!!

‘It’s probably nothing.. Bye!’ you waved your hands up in the air, trotting away as quickly as you could.

EWWWWWW! Fish You!! Fuck You!!!

‘Too light,’ you comment, using your paintbrush as a pointing stick.

‘Too dark,’ your pointing stick of doom returns.

What? It was necessary.. The candy cane painting you were to copy had to be perfect, alright!! P-E-R-F-E-C-T!!

‘This?’ he looks for your approval, eyes shimmering with desperation.

‘Oooh.. Nice, you did a wonderful job! I think you’re getting better!’ you cheerfully exclaim.

‘I don’t know. I plan on dropping this art course soon..’ as he coats the canvas in green, he confesses.

‘Oh.. Why is that?’

‘I don’t think I’m getting any better. Even after two years.’

‘Hey.. Hey, you don’t have to be good at something to enjoy doing it. You can struggle to draw stick men, for all I know. But if you enjoy it, just go for it.’

‘Everyone else is so good at it though.’

‘Who cares about everyone else?’ you roughly sketch the candy cane out.

‘I really suck though.. Like, seriously.’

‘Everyone sucks, Seokiee.’

A blush creeps up his cheeks. Could it be? Could it be?!

*eeek*

His hands accidentally quiver, messing the painting up.

‘Oiiiii.. The lines.’ you frown slightly.

‘Sorry... See, I suck.’

‘Dude, we can just cover it up with more paint. No worries.’

‘Wouldn’t that make it bulky?’

‘We aren’t painting frauds.. Whatever you call them... It doesn’t have to be perfect. Plus, I’m sure a little overlaying would simply add more personality to the painting.’

You have a way with words, he is impressed.. More than impressed..

‘Time?’ you swing over closer to his side, eyes focused on the hands of his watch.

A pause-

‘You smell like chocolate.’

Ughhh.. What the fuck?

‘Oh.. Do you not like chocolate?’

‘I do.‘

‘I was late because I grabbed some,’ he brings out a bar like one would bring out a gun.

‘If I had left a few minutes earlier, the traffic wouldn’t have been so terrible,’ he smiles, he always does.

You’re an ANTI-ROMANTIC! Say it again, you bitch! A- N- T- I- R- O- M- A- N- T- I- C-!

‘Chocolate?’ he breaks off a piece and offers it to you.

Like chocolate binding together in a pot, perhaps that day he was offering over to you a small piece of himself.

*ding dong*

‘Oh..’

On the sofa..

‘He should have received it by now. I’m pretty sure.. Yeah.. Yeah....’ you gently pat yourself on the head.

‘Oh.. What in the world is this?’ Hoseok creeps over the package dropped at his doorstep, almost as though a spider would jump at him if he didn't.

He picks the package up with one finger, the cardboard box dangling from a piece of yellow tape.. He can’t afford to lose a whole hand!

‘Oh.. What is this?’

Marching over to the table, he carefully dissects it open with his handy-dandy box cuter. (nicknamed: Mr fuzzy not so fuzzy sharpie sharp sharp)

‘A box of chocolates..’ his teeth shows.

He’s happy to receive gifts.. He loves affection.. He loves love..

He doesn't remember it being Valentine’s day or anything.. But, okay..

It’s Christmas, actually. The ground is covered with an unholy amount of freaking snow and his hands are freezing. But, okay...

‘Oh.. What is this?’ there was something else in the box.

He doesn't hesitate now that he knows a bomb or grenade isn’t hidden in there, ready to blow him and his house up in seconds.

‘It’s shaped like a cup of chocolate,’ trailing his fingers over the cleanly-shaven piece of paper, he opens it.

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Dear Hoseok,

It’s me, Y/N.

The holidays are here, and I wanted to give you something. (In return for your help with the project, of course.) You seem to like chocolate, so yeah, I decided on this gift. It’s simple, but I hope you like it.

Ah, yes. One more thing. You did a great job with the painting, I’m proud of you.

__

‘Sweet, where are you?’ he presses the phone close to his ears.

‘Traffic, Hoseok.’

Instead of a frown, he hands a box wrapped in red and green paper over to you.

‘Chocolate, You are late.’

‘I know, Hoseok.. Traffic.’

‘Now that I think of it, that rhymes.’

‘Oh.. What rhymes?’

‘Chocolate, You are late.’

‘Ha.. Reminds me of when we first met two years ago,’ he giggles, taken back to where he first interacted with you.

‘That’s true, it does.’

‘Hahaha.’

‘Now.. Now.. Is there actual chocolate in here or are you messing with me, you evil little chocolate latte..’

‘Cocoa mix, chocolate kisses, and...’ he pulls something out of his sweater.

‘It’s.. It’s.. Oh, it’s that bar from two years ago.’

‘Yes, it is.’

‘Here, have some.’

This time around, he breaks half of the bar off for you. After all, over time, you have become his other half. Not a dot in his life, and instead everything he could wish for and have.

Doses of shy smiles, sparkling eyes, hidden glances and held back shots of laughter. Love isn’t so bad after all.

‘We both should stop arriving in late.’

‘I always come in early, Mr Latte.. You’re the one who’s always late.’

‘Okay.. Okay, you win.’

‘I was only five minutes late by the wa-y,’ he shoves a piece of chocolate into your mouth, some clinging to your cheeks.

‘I could have choked on that.’

‘Hush.. Hush.. You’ll choke if you keep on talking.’

‘Shut up, Mr Latte.’

‘If it takes a kiss to make you shut up, then so it be.’

*mwah*

Maybe love is terrible after all... Loud and clear, bitch!

A- N- T- I- R- O- M- A- N- T- I- C-

Ewww.. Ewww.. Eww.. Jung Hoseok!!!!!! Fish you! Fuck You!

[deviliciousdev]

MBTI✨Emotionally Blind as a Bat🦇

(follow up to A Small World)

intj (the architect)

x

enfp(the campaigner)

couple

+

intp (the logician)

best friend

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[monday, midday. intj & intp re-painting intj's private office space]

intj: *takes a deep breath* intp. do you have to paint genitalia all over a wall before you paint it?

intp: *gasps* it's not ALL genitalia, that ones a UFO 🛸!

intj: [looks at giant odd shape below UFO] what is that suppose to be? a malformed penis with... teeth? 🧐

intp: what?! it's a Carnotaurus 🦖! A theropod dinosaur from the Late Cretaceous Period resembling a tyrannosaurus with a frontal cranial horn. [looks at art work that looks like a five year old did it] rawr.

intj: *camera looks*

[office door opens, enfp enters with coffee]

enfp: heyyyy 😁

intp: [not looking up, splattering paint on wall like a three year old] ollo!

intj: *glaring at intp as enfp comes up and kisses them on the cheek* hey, [grabs coffee] oh thanks i really needed some caffeine.🙏

enfp: mmhmm 🥰 [looks over at intp's chaotic horrible drawings] oh my god what the hell is that? a vagina with horns and... claws??

intj: [laughs] 😄

intp: [rolls eyes] 🙄 ugh! it's a Carnotaurus! you two and your dirty minds bunch of perverts. [shakes head]

enfp: [hands intp their iced coffee]

intp: oo! thanks! [keeps splatter painting]

enfp: no worries 😌 [points to drawing above intp's head] what's that one? a flower? 🌹

intp: huh? oh that's a vagina.

enfp: [looks at intj with a smile]

intj: [closes eyes and shakes head]

enfp: [goes and sits on plastic tarp covered desk and crosses legs] soooo intp, someone really liked you on saturday night 😁

intp: oh god, how?! it was so awkward between me and esfj. 😣

intj: [starts laughing] when they put the healing crystal around your neck and started explaining how essential oils are more effective than vaccines [dying laughing] you can't buy that kind of entertainment. 🤣

enfp: [chewing on straw laughing too] the way your eye started twitching 😂

intp: HOW IS PEPPERMINT OIL GOING TO PROTECT YOU FROM POLIO! I- *takes a deep breath* nope nope nope, not worth it, intellectually deficient minds *takes another deep breath* are not worth the energy. [starts painting normally]

intj: yeah that was uh ahaha really terrible ahhh [starts painting with roller]

intp: [turns toward enfp] exactly thank you so how could esfj possibly want anything more?

enfp: oh no esfj actually went home that night with estp.

[at the same time]

intj: what?!

intp: what?!

enfp: *giggling* i know right i was whattt okkkkuuurr ahaha!

intp: wait then who are you talking about?

enfp: oh entj! obviously, aha!

intp: [silent panic triggered by human emotions sets in] entj... really?

enfp: ummm yeah it was pretty obvious they were super into you. 😄

intp: it was?? [actually confused]

enfp: ummm yeah! they were flirting with you so hard! are you kidding? how did you not get that??

intp: i don't know!? i just thought they were being friendly and joking around!

enfp: [utterly stunned at intp's emotional blindness] 😦 intp. entj ate the cherry out of your drink while maintaining full eye contact...

intp: i just thought they really liked cherries!

intj: [laughing, shaking their head]😆

enfp: they tied the cherry stem in their mouth and gave it to you!

intp: i once saw a drunk frat boy eat a cheeseburger out of the garbage! you never know what effects alcohol will have on the brain!

enfp: ohhh myyy godddd intppppp!

intj: [crossed arms, laughing hard, shoulders bouncing up and down]

enfp: they gave you their phone number! AND asked for yours!

intp: i thought they were being polite! i don't know i didn't want to assume anything!

enfp: [face palms] 🤦 oh my god. *takes a deep breath* well annnyyywayyy, entj really liked you. 😁 they told me they're gonna text you asking to grab coffee with them this week. [raises eyebrows in an enticing manner as they sip their iced-tea]

intp: 😳 [more panic sets in] wha- what- why- why would they do that?

enfp: because they like youuuuu...

intp: why?

intj: *laughs* [teasingly] yeah why?

enfp: [gives intj a death glare] you shush! intp you have so many great attributes why wouldn't someone want to go out with you?!

intp: no i know. i mean what do they like about me. i need at least some evidence to back up this claim of "liking me".

intj: [painting] Error 404 Not Found. [snorts holding in a laugh]

enfp: [throws unopened pack of soft paint roller rolls at intj] look intp, if you wanna know that you're just gonna have to go to coffee with them and ask em yourself 😏 [sips tea ☕️]

intp: 😳 [looks back and forth in indecisiveness] coffee? are you sure they didn't just mean like as friends?

enfp: ugh! intp! entj said and i quote: "i'm gonna text intp and ask them out, what'dya think lil coffee date"?

intp: oh...

enfp: what's the problem? do you not like them or something?

intp: [without skipping a beat] no! um i mean i don't dislike them. i mean i don't know them!

enfp: that's sort of the point of going on a date. but you did like them when we hung out on saturday night right?

intp: i found their opinions and persona- um intelligent, humorous and... refreshing.

enfp: and hot, right? [raises eyebrows]

intp: well, duh, i'm not blind!

enfp: [laughs a little as intj walks next to them to organize paint tools] soooo?

intp: soooo??

enfp: are you gonna say yes?! 😆

intp: umm... i don't know, i'm not really good at nor fond of the whole interrogation ordeal that accompanies first dates. it always feels like i'm on a really boring but difficult gameshow.

enfp: [wraps arm around intj's waist] ughhh c'mon intp!

intj: [fake coughs] coward!

intp: [gives intj furrowed brow] 😠 wha-?!

intj: oh sorry i said, coward.

intp: how-?!

intj: [cuts intp off] you're using this weak theory about the awkwardness of first dates, which most people feel, you're not special, to justify the fact that you are just nervous to go on a date with entj, because you're not only physically attracted to them, but you also have a genuine emotional connection with them, which you preceive as being illogical due to the brief time you've spent with them, and you're confused about having human feelings for someone for the first time in a long time and you're afraid you're going to fail or mess it up in someway, so you make excuses to avoid the whole illogical and messy ordeal all together.

intp: 😐

intj: and in some ways, or most ways i suppose, i completely understand that. [looks at enfp] but, i've learned that sometimes you have to stop being a coward and jump in the mess and see what turns up.

enfp: awww 🥰 [hugs intj tight with one arm around their waist]

intj: 🙄😏 [puts arm around enfp's shoulders]

enfp: plus you'd be a total idiot not to go out with someone as hot as entj.

intp: [taps finger on chin with squinty eyes] you're absolutely right enfp!

intj: [throws arms in air] 🙄

enfp: yes!

[hoplessdreamer9796]

BTS 8th Member - All Grown Up; Part 1

The BTS members realise their Y/N is all grown up. Set in 2016 Y/N age is 20 internationally and 22 Korean age. She isn’t a billionaire yet but is still very wealthy.

Read “Your Friends” to read character info on all of your friends mentioned.

Haeje, meaning release, is the name of a club (made up), in this au the club makes everyone sign non-disclosure agreements before entering and also takes your phone away. Which is why it’s going to be the regular club for Y/N in this au.

A-Lounge is also a made up club but won’t be mentioned as a regular.

Y/N - Your Name N/N - Nick Name

(English conversation is written in bold) It was a lazy day for the guys. 6 of them were sat in the kitchen eating a late breakfast at around 11, both Yoongi and Y/N were still asleep. “Yah Jiminah, do you want to play join me and Jungkookie today? We’re gunna have a gaming marathon.” Taehyung asked swallowing his mouth full of rice. “I can for a while but not tonight. I’m hanging out with Eunhee tonight.” He replied a smug smile taking over his face. All of his friends simultaneously rolled their eyes. “I thought she wanted to stop seeing you.” Namjoon said. Jimin laughed, “I guess I’m just irresistible, she said she wanted to meet up and that she missed me.” Jin’s head whipped over to Jimin, “Yah! Don’t get involved with her again. That girl’s crazy.” Jimin pouted and replied defensively, “I’m not! I told her that I don’t want a relationship. She agreed.” Taehyung threw a grape at Jimin which he dodged, “So you’re just going to cancel on us for a girl? You used to have priorities!” Taehyung dramatically proclaimed. Jimin rolled his eyes at him, “No I’m ditching you guys for sex, have fun playing video games all night though, sounds fun.” Jimin said teasing so this time Jungkook threw a grape at him that hit him in the eye. To which Jimin clutched his eye, screamed and dropped to the floor making everyone laugh.

About ten minutes later Yoongi trudged into the kitchen. His face was puffy from sleep. He got a cup of coffee before sitting at the table. He chugs his entire cup of coffee then drinks some water. He banged his head on the table. All of his members chuckled at him to which he looked up and scowled at them. “Hyung how much did you sleep last night?” Hoseok asked half amused and half concerned. “11 hours.” Yoongi replied straight faced. Jin looked at him like he’s stupid, “11 hours! And you have the nerve to look tired. Wah!” Yoongi glared at him. “Hey! I am tired okay. And why are you shouting at me? Y/N went to sleep hours before I did and she’s still asleep.” Jin scowled at him. “Leave my princess out of this, she had meetings all day.” Jin said to Yoongi, pointing his chopsticks threateningly at him. Yoongi grumbles about clear favouritism and stuffs a big spoon of rice in his mouth.

10 minutes later Jungkook and Jin were bickering about who’s the dumbest when Y/N stumbled into the kitchen, clad in pyjama shorts and a tank top, and tugging a hoodie over her head. Still half asleep she bumps into the counter as she turns the kettle on, Jin having filled it up beforehand for her. She gets her mug down before placing a green tea bag in it then leans back onto the countertop. All while her eyes are still closed. She blindly fills the cup with water and sits down at the table next in between Namjoon and Jungkook. “One day you’re gunna burn yourself like that.” Hoseok said smiling at her fondly.

Y/N looked up at him finally properly opening her eyes. They were watery from sleep, her blue eyes looked sparking, her cheeks were puffy, and her lips were swollen which caused her naturally pouty lips to pout even more. “Aww!” Jimin, who was sitting next to Hoseok, cooed. His heart melted and he reached over the table to pinch her cheeks, she dodged his hands and looked at him weirdly before filling her plate with fruit. He pouted at her, “Yah! Accept my love!” Jimin whined. “I don’t want it.” Y/N mumbled voice still heavy with sleep. Jimin gasped and clutched his heart. “How could you do this to me? You used to love my affection. The money has changed you.” Y/N just looked at him and rubbed her eyes before laying her head on Namjoon’s shoulder and saying, “I never loved your affection.” Closing her eyes and ignoring Jimin’s gasp of betrayal that made a small smile tug at her lips. Jimin smiled seeing her smile.

Namjoon patted her hooded head affectionately before speaking, “Do you have any plans today?” Y/N raised her head and nodded, “Yes, meetings ‘til 7. Thankfully no morning meetings.” Jin grabbed her plate of fruit before she could take a bite from it making her look up at him confused. “If you have a full day, you’re going to eat a proper meal.” Jin instructed giving her bowls of rice and stew. Y/N scrunched up her face, “It’s too much for breakfast I’ll just eat more for lunch.” She said reaching for the fruit. Jin frowned at her and moved it further out of her reach and said to her, “We both know you’ll be too distracted by work to eat properly.” Y/N was about to object before Jin squinted his eyes at her, daring her to say he’s wrong. “Honestly N/N-ie what’s the point of you paying for a personal chef if you’re the only one that doesn’t eat her food?” Jin asked. Y/N looked at him shocked. “What? I always eat her food.” She proclaimed in a dramatic voice that had Jin rolling his eyes at her. “I’m just not a fan of stew in the morning.” Y/N muttered pouting before sullenly eating her food.

Jungkook perked up next to her, “Noona do you want to join me and Tae hyung playing video games tonight, we’re having an all-day marathon, we can play Mario cart.” Knowing that that’s his noona’s favourite game. Y/N ruffled his hair. “Sorry Jungkookah, after work I’m going to visit my parents.” Yoongi looked over at her curiously, “Why?” Y/N looked at him, “My Mum said that even though Hanuel and I live in Seoul she sees us less than our brothers who live in England.” She said rolling her eyes but smiling.

Everyone chuckled before Jimin looked at Y/N, “So are all of your brothers going? Are you staying over?” Jimin asked curiously but eyes shining in mischief. Y/N shot him a look of annoyance to which he smirked at. “I don’t know if any of my other brothers are going. Hanuel is staying over. And I’ll probably come back at really late tonight, me and my brother will probably have some drinks so I’ll wait till I can drive but I have meetings all day tomorrow and documents I need to go over, so I don’t want to sleep there.” Y/N replied, imagining pouring water over Jimin. “What is everyone else doing tonight?” Y/N asked changing topics. Jimin chuckled lowly shaking his head before drinking some water. Namjoon looked at him suspiciously for a moment before shaking it off.

Jin looked up and replied, “Well those two are playing games all day, and I think Namjoonah is going to the gallery today, but I think tonight all of us are hanging out at home except for Jiminah and you.” Y/N tilted her head and looked at Jimin. “Where are you going?” Jimin smiled, “I’m hanging out with Eunhee.” He said happily. Y/N smirked at him before holding out her fist, “Get it oppa.” Jimin reached over to return her fist bump but Hoseok reached over to push their hands down and said, “Stop. Don’t encourage him. And don’t say that ever again.” Y/N rolled her eyes and laughed. “Why? She’s hot. What’s the big deal?” Y/N asked. “Thank you! At least someone gets it. We’re not going out it’s just casual.” Jimin exclaimed. Y/N nodded, “Yeah it’s just sex, have fun. Just make sure you take your own condoms I’m pretty sure she’s the type of crazy to put holes in them to tie you down into raising a child. Bitch is psycho.” She could hear Jin clear his throat in disapproval at her words, but she ignored it. Jimin had a look of horror on his face before nodding vehemently in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right. Ughhh! Why are the crazy ones always good in bed?” Jimin asked before puffing his cheeks out and resting his head in his hands in misery.

“Could you never say the words sex or condoms again? I want to throw up.” Yoongi said to Y/N with a grimace on his face. Y/N smirked and took a sip of her drink. “I agree my N/N-ie shouldn’t know words like that.” Seokjin said. Jimin let out a loud laugh which caused Y/N to glare at him. Namjoon squinted his eyes at them. What was he missing? Y/N noticed his look and internally panicked. She covered Jungkook’s ears, “We need to stop talking about these things in front of Jungkookie, he’s too pure to be corrupted by the likes of all of you!” She jokingly exclaimed hoping to distract Namjoon. Jungkook grabbed her wrists gently and lowered them pouting at her, “Noona, I’m not a child! I’ve done-I know about this stuff!” Jungkook whined. She just laughed at him and squished his cheeks together. “All right, I’m sorry.” Y/n said. Jimin glared at her, “Yah! This isn’t fair, why does Jungkookah get special treatment?” Jungkook grinned at him and stuck his tongue out. “Because I’m noona’s favourite.” Y/N flicked his forehead, “Yah! I have no favourites.” Y/N said finishing her tea. “Then give me a hug.” Jimin says pouting. Y/N grimaces, “No thanks oppa.” Taehyung laughs and hits Jimin’s shoulder while Jimin huffs.

Y/N’s phone pings with a text. She sighs tiredly, “It’s Sooah I have to get ready we’re leaving soon.” Y/N says grabbing her half empty dishes before standing up. Namjoon grabs her hand stopping her, “Can you drop me off at the art gallery on the way?” He asks. She smiles at him, “Yeah of course oppa, we’re leaving in half an hour.” He smiles at her. “I’ll meet you in the living room in 30 minutes.” Y/N nods at him and then grabs her half empty dishes washes them quickly and goes to leave the kitchen, before rushing back and grabbing the plate of fruit and smiling sheepishly at them before going to her room. Everyone chuckles at her actions. One by one they filter out of the room.

Later Y/N (dressed up in a pair of light blue high waisted loose Levi’s jeans, with a black leather belt and a black polar neck tucked in, hair in a low ponytail with strands framing her face) was finishing putting on her makeup (light foundation, orangy-reddish blush, subtle eyeshadow, mascara and red tinted lip balm) in her bathroom.

She saw Jimin approaching through the mirror and glared at him, “You’re such an arsehole oppa, you totally baited me out!” She pouted and Jimin laughed before wrapping his arms around her waist from behind her, “I’m sorry it’s just so funny how all of the guys are clueless to all of your sexcapades.” She leaned into his arms and put her mascara back in her makeup box. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on Jimin’s shoulder, he looked at her with worry. But then she got a hold of herself and gently stepped out of his arms before leaning against the counter to face him. She sighed in disappointment, “It’s necessary, I mean Yoongi oppa literally almost threw up after I said the word condom.” Jimin laughed half-heartedly, feeling sorry for his dongsaeng, before nodding. “Don’t worry N/N-ie I won’t tell them.” She laughs at him, “I know you won’t. I’m your wingman.” Y/N says smirking at him.

Jimin looks at her with a worried frown, “You know I don’t care about you fucking around that’s your choice, I mean, I’d rather you not do it but it’s your choice. However, that being said please be careful N/N-ie, I still worry about you. So just be safe. You’re still going to the same hotel, right? You’ll watch your drink, right? Keep your location on okay?” Jimin questioned frantically. Y/N just laughed before cupping his face in her hands and then tapped his cheeks. “Owww!” He over exaggeratedly exclaimed and pouted at her. “Yes, yes and okay. Oppa I’ll be fine it’s not like this is my first time going out. Soomi and her boyfriend just broke up and we all wanted to take her to a club for some fun. So, you have fun with Eunhee tonight and I will have fun with Kyungseok.” She said smirking referring to her current friend with benefits and putting her makeup away.

“Okay, okay I’ll chill. Hey, are you guys going to Haeje?” Y/N shook her head, “No we’re going to some other club called A Lounge that Soomi’s ex hated. Apparently he would never let her go because people like them shouldn’t go there or some bullshit like that. Honestly boyfriends are such a pain in the arse, like why bother?” Jimin chuckled, “Because love is a beautiful thing?” Jimin asked sounding not so sure of himself. Y/N looked at him weirdly, “What have you been smoking? That’s somehow more stupid than what you usually say which is hard to accomplish.” Jimin looked offended and went to slap her arm but she ran past him, out of the bathroom, “Too slow!” She exclaimed grabbing the set of keys for Romeo, her black trench coat and her duffel bag, which contained her makeup and skincare, her party outfit and clothes for when she’ll leave the hotel and other necessities, running to the living room. Jimin chuckled running after her.

In the living room Taehyung and Jungkook are setting up there gaming area. A huge pile of snacks and mountains of blankets and pillows surrounding them. Namjoon was sat on the sofa on his phone, purposefully ignoring the mess, when Y/N ran in. “You ready oppa?” She asked. Namjoon nodded smiling. When Jimin ran in, Y/N yelped before throwing her bag and coat on the sofa and running away. She ran behind where Taehyung and Jungkook were standing, sorting out their games and being completely unbothered by the her and Jimin, they circled around them. Y/N hugged Taehyung’s waist, “Oppa save me!” Taehyung looked down at her and chuckled, “What will you do for me if I help you?” He asked, she narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. “What do you want oppa?” She asked apprehensively. “Tell me you love me!” he exclaimed. “I love you.” She replied sarcastically. “No tell me sincerely.” He demanded. Y/N stared at him blankly for a moment before letting go and stepping out from behind him and looking to Jimin, “I surrender.” She said. “Yaaah!” Taehyung whined as Jimin grabbed Y/N before flicking her forehead. She pouted and rubbed her forehead. Taehyung scowled at her. “I can’t believe you’d rather be hit than tell me you love me properly. Really?” Taehyung asked exasperatedly, a disbelieving look on his face. Y/N just nodded, “Yeah.” Taehyung shouted in offense, putting a hand on his heart. Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook laughing at the situation.

Y/N’s phone pings. “Sooah’s losing her shit waiting for us. Let’s go oppa.” Y/N said putting her coat on and grabbing her bag. Namjoon grabs his bag, “Which car are you driving?” He asks Y/N quickly taking her bag from her, she smiles and thanks him putting on a random pair of her trainers from the shoe rack. “Romeo.” She said smiling with a loving tone. Namjoon rolled his eyes at her unhealthy adoration for her car. “Bye noona!” Jungkook shouts from the living room. “See you later Jungkookah!” Y/N replies as her and Namjoon exit the apartment.

Y/N and Namjoon are in the lift. Namjoon couldn’t stop fidgeting. He knew something was going on, he just didn’t know what. “Y/N you’d tell me if something was wrong right?” She knew he had caught onto Jimin’s behaviour and now really wanted to pour that water on Jimin. She smiled at him soothingly. “Of course, I would oppa.” Y/N felt kind of guilty for lying to him, but she didn’t have any other options, they’re so protective it’s suffocating.

As they reach the car park talking about random things, they hear Sooah shout, “Yah! I’ve been waiting down here for 15 minutes!” Y/N laughed at her, “That’s sounds like a you problem love.” You tapped her arm, gently took your bag from Namjoon and walked past her to Romeo. You placed your bag in back seat of your car.

Romeo is your 1970 dodge charger, painted a glossy black he was absolutely beautiful. Out of all your cars he is your favourite, despite your expensive super cars, this one is the one you’ve wanted since you were a child or more accurately ever since you watched Fast and Furious for the first time. As soon as you started making money you bought this car. Unfortunately, you’re only allowed to keep 2 cars at the apartment at a time as each apartment is allotted a certain amount of parking spaces. So, you keep your others at your private parking area at the company and alternate which ones are kept here. Except for Romeo. He always stays with you. If they ask you, you always let your friends and family borrow your cars, just not Romeo. No one drives him except for you.

Namjoon laughed at Sooah as her mouth gaped open and closed repeatedly as you walked past her to get to your baby. She glared playfully at him before walking over to the car. “I can sit in the back Sooahya.” Namjoon offered politely. She grinned at him, “It’s okay oppa, I want to be as far away from her as possible.” Y/N just smirked at her before cockily putting her shades on. Sooah rolled her eyes groaning at her best friends douchiness and got into the car. Y/N and Namjoon both chuckled at her and followed her actions.

Y/N sighed in relief once she got into her car. “Hello love. I missed you.” She said to Romeo gripping the steering wheel tightly, the feeling of the familiar leather wheel soothing her. Sooah moved her head in between yours and Namjoon’s seats, “You do know your precious Romeo can’t talk back right?” She questioned sarcastically. Y/N lowered her shades and glared at Sooah through the rear-view mirror, “Do you want to walk?” Sooah sighed in defeat and moved her head back. Namjoon chuckled at the both of them.

As they drove out of the car park Namjoon talked excitedly about all the new pieces of arriving in the gallery. Y/N hummed along responding when asked something. When they reached the gallery Y/N looked at Namjoon, “Oppa how do you plan on getting home?” Y/N asked Namjoon her head tilted. He paused midway through taking off his seatbelt and looked at her with wide eyes “Taxi?” He answered unsure. She chuckled at him and asked, “Do you want me to ask Sungmin oppa (her driver) to pick you up?” He nodded smiling sheepishly. “I’ll let him know just text me what time he should pick you up.” Namjoon nodded and grabbed his bag and looked at Y/N, “Thank you princess.” He said and kissed her cheek. She smiled at him, “No worries oppa.” He got out of the car, after saying goodbye to both of them and putting on his mask, and Sooah took his seat.

“Okay now he’s gone can we talk about tonight please?” Sooah asked. Y/N nodded grabbing chewing gum from the glove compartment, offering Sooah a piece, who shakes her head in denial, putting a couple of pieces in her mouth. “Great, because I need to talk to you about something.” She says. You raise an eyebrow at her. “Y/N you’re not allowed to leave the club until at least two hours after we get there or until Soomi leaves with someone.” Y/N looked at her offended, “What the hell? I wasn’t gunna leave.” Y/N said looking at Sooah. Sooah just looked at her incredulously. “So, you’re telling me your plan wasn’t to get drunk and leave with Kyungseok?” Y/N just looked at her for a moment then sighed, “Lucky guess.” Sooah looked unimpressed. Y/N looked at her, “Hey! What about Hangyeol? It’s not just me.” Y/n said pouting. Sooah nodded, “Daeho is giving him the same talk I’m giving you.” Sooah said.

Y/N dropped her shoulders sadly before perking up, “So if Soomi gets laid, I can get laid?” Sooah sighed in defeat and said, “Yes.” Y/N smirked deviously. Sooah looked at her in apprehension, “I know that look, I have nightmares about that look.” Y/N chuckled and unlocked her phone before tossing it to Sooah, “Call Hangy-” Y/N was saying before she was interrupted by her phone ringing. The caller id read Lee Hangyeol and Y/N smirked looking at Sooah smugly who rolled her eyes and answered the phone, “What?” Sooah spoke into the phone in an annoyed tone while Y/N laughed lowly at her.

“Y/N!” Sooah winced at Hangyeol’s outraged scream. “Aish!” Sooah muttered lowly before putting the phone on speaker while glaring at it. Y/N answered Hangyeol, “Hey what’s up?” Even though she knew exactly what he was going to say. “What’s up?! What’s up?! I’m pissed that’s what’s up. All I wanted to do tonight was to get smashed and then smash someone but nooooh!” Y/N laughed at his crude language while Sooah made a face of disgust at it. “You’re being an idiot there’s an easy solution, we help Soomi find a guy and then I can leave with Kyungseok and you can do all the smashing you want.” You said. Sooah whipped her head to you, glaring heavily. You pointedly ignored her glare and focused on the road. “Holy fuck, see N/N-ie this is what your genius should be used for.” He said. You laughed at him and partly at Sooah who literally face palmed. “Okay that’s it! You go fix cars! We have meetings to attend! After which I will find a religion and then pray for both of your souls because you’re both horrible people.” Sooah said. Y/N nodded, “I’m okay with it.” Hangyeol also replied, “I’m okay with it too.” Sooah glared, “I hate the both of you and now I’m hanging up.” Hangyeol laughed, “Okay I’ll see you guys at Soomi’s after work. Dinner’s on Daeho!” Y/N and Sooah could hear Daeho shouting in protest in the background, before saying goodbyes and ending the call.

Several Hours Later…

Y/N finishes her meetings at 7 and now her and Sooah were heading to the Ikon dorm to pick up Hanbin. They reach the dorm and Y/N texts Hanbin to come out. A few minutes later he leaves the building and gets into the car. “Did you tell her?” He asks Sooah skipping any greetings. Sooah nods looking up from her phone and says, “Yep.” Y/N faces Hanbin, “You bitch! You knew about this and didn’t give me a heads up.” Hanbin shrugged unapologetically, “Because I knew you’d find a way out of it and honestly it’s way funnier this way.” He laughs. Y/N glares at him through her shades but he doesn’t stop laughing. Y/N pouts petulantly and starts driving to Soomi’s apartment. Sooah puts her phone away and faces Hanbin, “Well it’s not like her and Hangyeol didn’t find a way.” Sooah says with an annoyed tone that makes Y/N roll her eyes behind her shades. Hanbin looks confused, “What?” Sooah jerks her thumb at Y/N, “The two of them are going to find Soomi a guy as quick as possible so they can fuck off.” Saphira briefly looks away from the road to face them and says, “Literally.” With a smug smile on her face.

Hanbin throws his head back against the seat groaning. “I knew you’d do this. Would it kill you to just maybe not think with your downstairs brain for once and have a good time with your friends?” Y/N tilted her head and then answered, “Why would I do that when thinking with my downstairs brain is so much more fun.”  Seeing the unimpressed looks she received in return she sighed in defeat. “Listen guys I’m not gunna force Soomi to get with some guy unless she wants to. And I’m not just gunna ditch early with Kyungseok, Soomi is the main priority. I want us all to have a good time and for her to feel better, so you guys need to chill.” They both relented and the car was silent for a moment before Y/N spoke again smirking, “But you know the best way for her to get over someone is to get under someone else.” “Y/N!” They both shouted Hanbin more amused while Sooah sounded appalled. Y/N just laughed, “Well it’s true.”

Later they arrived at Soomi’s and all had dinner which Daeho paid for grumbling about how even though 3 of his friends (Y/N, Hanbin and Soomi) are rich and famous he still has to pay for dinner. Then they all got ready and headed out at ten.  Y/N wore a spaghetti strapped black dress with small nude wedges as she was already tall. The brands were unknown to her as Hwayoung bought them. Your makeup was a Korean brown smoky eye with a red lip tint and your face was lightly contoured, highlighted and blushed. Your hair was straight and in a mid ponytail with strands framing your face.

Daeho was driving one car as he wouldn’t be drinking tonight, and Y/N was driving her car too as Sungmin would drive her car from the club and drop it off at what the hotel that she normally used for her hook ups. He has a spare key to all of her cars. He’d get her duffel bag that is in the trunk of her car and drop it off in her hotel room. The people that Y/N drove would all get cabs back, Daeho would make sure they did so safely. Kyungseok was meeting her at the club.

As they arrive at the club, they hear a voice shout, “Y/N!” Y/N smirks and turns towards the voice, smiling charmingly, “Oppa.” Kyungseok hugs you briefly before kissing your cheek. Y/N looks at all of her friends smugly, all of whom roll their eyes at her except for Hangyeol who gives her a thumbs up before Chungae slaps the back of his head.  

The 11 of them walk into A Lounge looking around. The club was not nearly as nice as Haeje. But Y/N knew that this was something Soomi felt she needed to do. They got a table and ordered drinks and loosened up.  Although Hanbin and Y/N were still careful as even though this club took your phone away, they didn’t make you sign non-disclosure agreements meaning people could still tell the press what they saw. They probably wouldn’t but she couldn’t risk it.

Y/N told Kyungseok she couldn’t be to touchy due to this. He grudgingly accepted and she inwardly rolled her eyes, he’s lucky he was hot. Y/N smirked at him before placing a hand on his thigh under the table raising it higher and higher until he grabbed her hand in alarm stopping her. He looked down at her, his eyes clouded in lust, but she just smiled teasingly at him and turned back to her friends and taking a sip of her whiskey while keeping her hand planted on his thigh squeezing it teasingly at random times, frustrating him to no end. He didn’t talk to her friends, he didn’t really care about them, he was only here for Y/N.

Hangyeol had managed to find a pretty girl to join him to no one’s surprise. Everyone was laughing and having a good time until Daehyun saw something. He nudged Y/N who was bickering with Hangyeol across the table over who finished their shots quicker. She looked at him in confusion before following his line of sight.

There was Soomi’s ex-boyfriend grinding on some random girl. “What should we do?” Daehyun asked. “Tell her!” Y/N whisper shouted. He looked at her incredulous and glared at her, “Why me?!” He whisper shouted back to her. Y/N glared at him and as they continued to bicker all of their friend’s attention soon drifted to them. Their friends all looked at each other curiously wondering what Y/N and Daehyun were bickering about. Hwayoung shouted at them in order to get their attention, “Hey!” They both snapped their heads over at her impatiently, “What?!” They both shouted simultaneously, Kyungseok looked up from his phone at the situation wondering what he missed. Hwayoung raised her eyebrow at them, “What the hell is wrong with you two?” They both glanced at each other nervously and then to Soomi and then back to each other. Y/N jerked her head towards Soomi gesturing to Daehyun that it was all his before downing her glass of whiskey. Daehyun scowled at her before looking back at their friends. He cleared his throat nervously. He looked at Soomi before glancing behind her pointedly. She looked at him confused before turning around.

Her eyes fell upon a random couple on the dance floor. Just as Soomi was about to turn back around and ask Daehyun why she was supposed to look at them she noticed something that made her breath catch. The male wore a dark blue dress shirt. There was nothing special about it except for the neon yellow embroidered smiley face on the cuff of the shirt. The shirt that she bought for him. The smiley face that Soomi embroidered in hopes that whenever he looked at it, he would smile thinking of her. The smiley face that she thought meant so much to them. The smiley face that was embroidered on the cuff of the hand that now rested on another girl’s waist. The girl that he insisted was just his friend. He looked just as handsome as always and she missed him but fuck she hated him. Is this why he never wanted her to come here? She could feel tears stinging her eyes.

Chungae reached her hand out and placed it on Soomi’s arm, “Soomiah?” She asked concerned. When Soomi turned back to her friends they saw her watery eyes. Hangyeol slammed his drink down and glared at Soomi’s ex-boyfriend. Going to stand up he growled, “I’ll kill the son of a bitch!” Daeho rolled his eyes at him, grabbing his arm he pulled him down, “You’re not killing anybody you idiot!” He said to Hangyeol.

Kyungmin ignored the two idiots now bickering and reached over to pat Soomi’s shoulder gently. “Do you want to leave?” He asked her gently. She nodded and her friends instantly started gathering their things. Y/N went to pay the tab despite Hanbin objecting. As Hanbin tried to reach around Y/N to pay she just slapped his hand and handed her card over sticking her tongue out at Hanbin who glared at her and tugged a strand of her hair. Daehyun was checking under the table to make sure no one left anything behind while Sooah was nagging him, telling him that no one forgot anything and that he was being stupid. Daeho and Hangyeol were now wrestling each other. Hwayoung was grabbing all of Soomi’s things before wordlessly carrying her bag smiling at her, Soomi smiled back in thanks. Chungae broke up both Hangyeol and Daeho by grabbing their ears, both of them shouting in pain. Kyungmin grabbed her coat and put it over her shoulders. She smiled at him and looked at all of her friends, a warm feeling replaced the anxiety, sadness, betrayal and anger at seeing her ex-boyfriend again. With friends like these she’d be fine.

As they were all walking out of the club, Kyungmin suddenly paused making Sooah pause too as his arm was over her shoulder. Y/N cursed at his abrupt pause as she was right behind him, Kyungseok’s arm over her shoulder. She glared at Kyungmin, “What the fuck man?” She asked, voice slightly muffled through her mask. He just smiled at her not offended and looked at Sooah. “We’re not letting this ruin tonight. You wanted to have a good time don’t let him ruin it.” He said to Sooah smiling warmly at her. Sooah bit her lip unsure. Y/N sighed, “I can call Haeje, get a table, I mean it’s only 11.”

Kyungseok looked at her upset, he honestly just wanted the two of them to go back to her hotel room. Y/N ignored him and focused on Soomi, “But only if you want?” She asked gently. Y/N stepped out of Kyungseok’s hold who frowned at the loss of contact. She held both of Soomi’s hands, “We can just as easily scrap this night, order a ton of food and have a movie marathon.” Soomi looked down at their joined hands for a moment before squeezing Y/N’s hands and smiling at her confidently. “No. I want to go. I don’t give a fuck about him. So, you’re gunna book that table at Haeje and we’re going to have a great time. And I’m going to get wasted, find a hot guy and have sex with him. Yep, that’s what I’m going to do” Soomi said. Her friends all cheered at her proclamation. Y/N kissed her cheek. “Yes ma’am.” She said smirking pulling out her phone and stepping away to call one of the people that worked at Haeje to get a table for them.

Kyungseok frowned and followed after her. He was horny and annoyed. All he wanted was to leave and have sex or at least get an ounce of Y/N’s attention. Don’t get him wrong this whole “friends with benefits” thing has been great for him. Y/N is hot and rich and famous. But there are downsides to it.

One of which is that she always puts everyone before him, they could have made plans to meet but as soon as one of her family, friends or her members call, she ditches him without second thought. Another downside is that he can’t tell anyone. She made him sign a non-disclosure agreement, which he did out of fear that he wouldn’t get to see her again if he didn’t. However, an unexpected downside was her lack of emotion towards him. Usually, it was the other way around for him. With every other girl he’d been with he was always the one being emotionally distant, he’d always be the one that blew them off at random times just because he could, with them he felt important. But with Y/N he just felt replaceable.

They call each other when they wanted sex and that was it. But she was busy most of the time so whenever he wanted to meet up most of the time it was a rain check. But when she called, he dropped everything and ran to her. It stung and he always felt rejected whenever she would nonchalantly turn him down. He wanted to say no to her just once, so she’d know what it felt like. He always told himself he would but then wondered if she’d even care or just seek out someone else. Out of fear that she would just replace him he always makes himself available for her.

Every time he sees her name flash on his screen, he can’t help but respond. He’s addicted to her. He knows that she’s bad for him, that she doesn’t care about his feelings and he’ll wake up to an empty bed in a cold hotel room but as long as he can have her for that one night he’ll gladly go through it all.

“Y/N! What the hell?! You said we wouldn’t be out for that long.” Kyungseok said to Y/N after she had gotten off the phone. Y/N looked at him expressionless. “My friend’s upset that’s more important than you getting your rocks off.” She said to him. He looked at her offended and angry, “Yah! That’s not what this is about. This is about how you alw-” He was cut off mid-sentence as she reached up and placed her lips on his. He instantly melted into the kiss, momentarily forgetting his anger and what he was going to say. But when he felt her smirk into the kiss smugly, he got angry again. He was going to pull back, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The scent of her perfume made his heart flutter, the feel of her lips on his made his mind fuzzy and he knew she had won. He held onto her waist, pulled her closer and kissed her more urgently, intoxicated with her. When he darted his tongue out, she pulled back and smirked at him. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he had to hold back a groan, while his hands held her waist tighter. “Tonight, we can fuck all you want, but right now I couldn’t give less of a crap about the sex.” She said to him glancing at Soomi concernedly.

His eyes softened. He was so screwed. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that she was a horrible person, that she had no feelings, moments like these he could see the love and affection she reserved for those special to her. Seeing her like that made him feel for her all the more. To him that was worse, it meant that even though she could care for him she simply chose not to. He wasn’t important to her. He was just convenient. Whatever his feelings for her were, be it attraction or something more he didn’t know. All he knew was that it was the best and worst feeling in the world. He was addicted to it and would hold onto it as long as possible.

After he gave in, they both walked back to her friends. The four that Y/N drove got a cab while Daehyun drove the four he originally had in his car plus Hangyeols new girl who had to sit on his lap as Kyungseok was bitching. Y/N apologised to Hangyeol who didn’t look like he minded at all at the prospect of having the pretty girl sit on his lap. So, Y/N got her and Kyungseok a cab of their own in order to placate him for a few hours.

And they were off to Haeje.

Back at the BTS dorm 2 hours ago

Jimin stormed into the living room where all of his members were sat. Jungkook and Taehyung were still playing video games. Taehyung groaned in anger when Jungkook won again. Jungkook raised his arms in victory with a gummy worm half hanging out of his mouth. The rest of them were just hanging out. Jimin huffed and sat down on the sofa with his forehead scrunched in irritation and lips frowning. Hoseok raised an eyebrow at him half-heartedly most of his attention directed towards watching Taehyung and Jungkook’s game. “What’s wrong?” Jimin only huffed again and crossed his arms, by now he had the rest of his members attention except for Jungkook and Taehyung who were focused on their game. “Eunhee called said she didn’t want to go out asked if I could come over and we could just ‘talk’.” He said looking at his members. “She’s just playing games.” Namjoon said not looking up from his book. Jimin sighed in disappointment, “Yeah I know but I’m horny and I’m already dressed. Let’s go out guys!” He said enthusiastically. None of his members responded to him and he frowned. “Yaaah! I’m serious!” He said sternly.

Taehyung paid him no attention until Jungkook was about to beat him again. Then he quickly quit the game. “I agree with Jimin, let’s go out guys.” Jungkook punched his arm, “Hyung! You’re just saying that because you were losing.” Taehyung scoffed at him, “It was obvious that I was going to beat you, I just wasn’t in the mood for video games anymore!” Taehyung exclaimed. Jungkook just rolled his eyes. Hoseok looks up from his phone, “I wouldn’t mind a night out.” Yoongi groaned from his seat, “Count me out.” Jimin looked at him, “Come on hyung let’s all go it will be fun, we’ll have a few drinks. It’s on me tonight.” Jungkook looked away from the TV, “If it’s on Jimin hyung I’m in.” Jimin deadpanned at him. “But won’t noona want to come if we’re going drinking?” Jungkook asked. “All the more reason not to tell her. I’m genuinely worried about her liver. Plus, you know if she already made plans with her parents she won’t cancel.” Jin said to Jungkook. Jin then looked at Jimin, “I’m also in.” Jin said. Namjoon nodded wordlessly when everyone looked at him. Then they all looked at Yoongi who was trying to ignore their stares. After few seconds he looked up to see them still looking, He groaned in misery. “Fine!” Yoongi relented. Jimin cheered and then said, “We leave in an hour for Haeje.”

‘Thank fuck Y/N is at that other club.’ Jimin thought to himself.

[134340am]

sweet dreams yuna!!

i had a relatively restful sleep! 😴 honestly nothing is better than fresh sheets where I just melt into the comforter and just- ☺️ today is me living my stem woman vibes, microscoping! but it's nice because i just listen to music the whole time and will peep your connie fic during my break 👀

ushijima doesn't even realize the power that he holds. i really like the idea of him being into pottery, it's kind of the same meticulous focus that i imagine he would have as like a farmer!au or a plant enthusiast. the hyper focus of tending to something with his hands just UGHHH.

mans would ABSOLUTELY make that volleyball to scale. the prof asks him what he plans to make for the final project and he's just "a mikasa volleyball" 😐 and brings in a ton of photos of them to get the color *juuuust* right since he doesn't wanna bring in and get the gym ones dirty. imagine ushi bringing his clay volleyball to the student art show and tobio is like 🤩!!! wait a minute, this is IMMACULATE. the curves!! the colors!! then they take an ugly ass selfie with the volleyball. 😬 you got me thinking hahaha.

but yes, i'm glad your day was pretty good overall! i saw your little gratitude post and 🥺 we love cute intern bonding and soup for the soul!! it's those little things that can really keep us going throughout the day, week, etc. 😌 hoping the goodness continues as we approach the weekend <3

laura my darling! i'm so sorry i got to this ask so late. i'm not ignoring you, i promise! just wanted to sit down so i could answer this properly and i was out for a good chunk of today </3

the feel of fresh sheets is right Up There in my list of favourite feelings ever. wish i could package it up into a drink i could sip on whenever i'm tired or down :*) but i digress, and i'm happy to hear you had a good sleep! happy saturday <3

farmer!ushi, plant dad!ushi, and potter!ushi all sit at the same table. your brane is huge for that drabble, and the recent follow-up to it you just wrote (☆▽☆)!!! i was busy awww-ing while i was reading because your characterisation is impeccable as always, but had to sit down and take deep breaths when i got to end because :-( the thought of having my own place, with a sunroom, and matching mugs with the love of my life... idk it's all i ever wanted, yknow? and the thought of having all this with him sends happy shivers down my spine <3 ur mind... it amazes me. giving you the biggest hug for that

thank you laura and i hope your weekend is filled with many joyful happenstances as well! again, sorry for the late response </3 kisses u on the nose hehe

[childofhalloween]

A Story With No Name Aka Why You Don't Ask Idoits for Dating Advice

So this was a short little one shot I got an idea for after binging Graystillplays Sims videos for days. If the formatting or anything seems off it's because I wrote it all on a phone. Well this short one shot turned out 9 pages long opps. So I hope you enjoy. Also writing an Austrillis slow burn not really sure where it goes but if anyone is interested let me know. Anyways onto the show! Thomas Alan Wenis better known as Tommy looked down at the paper in his hand. This address had to be a mistake. He had just flown down to Florida to get away for a while, see the ocean, maybe even clear up his depression. He hadn't brought much with him just an old suitcase and what little money he drained from his savings account.

That was exactly what attracted him to the random message board offering low rent living. With the price of rent all Tommy was expecting was a cot in a closet somewhere. Not that he minded as long as he had a roof and somewhere to put his black boots he didn't care.

But this, this wasn't right. Couldn't be right. The place was huge. Probably the biggest house he had ever seen. 4 floors are least and he could see the corner a large pool in the back.

He checked the address of his contact Melvin, and it matched. This had to be some sort of scheme. He knew it was too good to be true, like everything else in his life.

With a sigh he picked up his bag walking to the front door. Maybe they would be able to at least point him in the right direction.

Ringing the bell he sat out on the front step for a moment before the large oak door opened and a man dressed only in a towel and some sneakers opened the door.

"Uhhh hi. I'm sorry to disturb you but I am looking for someone at this address. His name is Melvin." Tommy said avoiding eye contact with the red haired man.

"Yeah that's me! Melvin Eugene Johnston. But everyone just calls me Florida Man." He said holding out his hand Tommy awkwardly taking it. "You must be Tommy!"

"Uhhh yeah. I'm sorry did I come at a bad time?" He said motioning to the towel.

"Huh this? Nah. Just like to feel a cool breeze if you know what I mean." He joked opening the door motioning for him to come in.

The place was almost too much for Tommy to take in but nonetheless followed Florida Man on a tour around the house.

"I uhhh….I hate to say I think I miss understood about the price." Tommy said knowing their was no way he could ever afford a place like this.

"Oh don't stress about it. Just get me the $300 whenever. Everyone here is pretty cool. We all just pitch in when we can ya know? We all take turns cleaning and cooking….well except for Aussie. Fire department said they are gonna fine us for another kitchen fire." He said casually. Tommy couldn't help but wonder what he was getting into.

"Then toss in some cash for some beers or food when ya can. Everyone just kind of does their own thing. You will see all kinds of people come and go. Right now we got a lot of our 'lifers'."

"How can you afford this place?" Tommy said looking at another large staircase.

"Oh it's already paid for. I bought it with the money from my lawsuit with Madonna."

"You sued Madonna!?!" Tommy said, not believing what he was hearing.

“Oh yeah I did. Her show was supposed to start at 8 she didn't go on till 10. I wasted so much money on overpriced water down beer I don't even remember the damn thing. Next thing I know I'm in the hospital. Apparently I fell down 12 rows of concrete stairs trying to get some nachos from concessions." He said casually as he continued. "Then I used the money I won to buy this place but it got lonely & quiet by myself so I started renting out rooms. Made for one big odd family."

Opening a door he motioned to Tommy "So here's your room. Get comfortable. When you're done feel free to head on down to the kitchen, meet everyone."

Tommy had hoped he could even find his way back down to the kitchen. It was going to take a little while to get used to this place. He still couldn't wrap his mind around all of this.

But unbeknownst to him the craziest part was yet to come. His new roommates.

Finally finding the kitchen he saw Floridaman busy having a beer next to a tall man with the most epic red beard he'd ever seen and a smaller but seemingly louder blond wearing sunglasses. And behind them both a slightly deranged looking man with jet black hair.

They all seemed to get quiet as he walked awkwardly into the kitchen.

"I was wondering if you were going to find us." Florida Man said thrusting a Bud Lite in Tommy's hand not bothering to ask if he'd want one. "Boys this is our newest guest Tommy Wenis"

The blond let out an almost mocking laugh.

"Wenis!?! Ya gotta be bloody kiddin me. Bet that must have been a rough primary career. The names are just endless!"

"Don't listen to him, he can be a jerk but he doesn't really mean it." The redhead said standing up holding out his hand cordially. "Names Tim by the way."

"Ahhh I'm just taking the piss with ya mate...kinda. Name's Trevor but everyone here likes to call me Australian Man. Ya know obvious reasons."

Finally the dark hair man with the slightly odd shaped face spoke up. "And I'm Colono. Colono Scopy"

"Uh huh...so is this everyone who lives here?" Tommy said looking at the motley crew in front of him.

"No the girls are off doing something or another. I think they mentioned girls day. I don't know I wasn't listening." Florida Man said, looking at the clock on the stove. "But they should be back any minute."

As if on cue the door opened and the sound of over lapped talking was heard.

"Speak of the devil mate." Australian Man said slightly in awe of Florida Man's timing.

A brunette wearing what looked to be a thrift store tourist shirt walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Whitley come here meet our new roommate Tommy." Florida Man said.

"Hey I'm Whitley " she shook his hand. He couldn't help but notice the slight smell of cheap bottom shelf vodka radiating off her.

Next a woman walked in with the best blond afro Tommy had ever seen.

"Hey Bab this is our new roommate Tom-"

"Maybe he'll last longer then the others." Bab said almost miserably as she walked out the back door not stopping.

"Sorry she's kin-d of…." Florida Man tried to think of the word.

"Manic Depressive." The girl with blonde and pink braids said matter of factly. "Text book diagnosis really."

"Are you a Dr?" Tommy asked everyone just laughed.

"Not in the slightest. Just been through a lot of psychologists."

"Ellis Dee, meet Tommy." Florida Man introduced.

"Tommy Wenis." Australian Man said with a snicker.

"Oh my God do people call you Tiny Wenis?" Ellis said with a giggle.

It didn't matter though because all Tommy's attention was now focused on the tall blond with golden hair walking in. He had never seen anyone like her. She was like nothing he'd ever encountered. She was…..she was…..she was absolutely stunning.

"Whose that?" Tommy asked Tim quietly.

"Huh? Oh that's Beth. Be nice, she's a sweet girl." Tim whispered back.

"Hey Beth say hi to Tommy the new guy." Florida said.

"Hi name's Beth." She introduced herself in a thick Southern accent.

"I….uhh...I'm Tommy." Tommy managed to mumble out.

All the guys exchanged an odd look.

"So where are ya rollin in from?" She asked with a smile.

"....I uhhh… I come from….places. I gotta go." He said, scrambling out of the kitchen to his room.

"That was odd." Colono said all the others nodded.

As the months went on Tommy found he had more in common with this rag tag bunch then he ever had with anyone else. He spent his days joking with Colono, drinking beers with the Florida Man & Australian Man, discussing art with Bab Ross, hitting the occasional bong with Ellis Dee, and pretty much bonding with everyone.

Everyone that is except for Beth. It seemed like every time they had a moment together his mind just blanked. Like it shut down to nothing and he couldn't figure out what the hell to say so he would say something awkward and just excuse himself.

It became apparent to everyone what was going on, everyone that was except Beth as she walked into the living room one day.

"Mind if I sat by ya hun?" She asked. He looked up at her eyes wide.

"I….uhh….murder show…..its over…..here you go. For you." He said, tossing the remote at her feet before running out the room.

"Ouch that was painful to watch." Australian Man looked up from the card game the guys had been playing.

Tommy pulled out a chair and plopped down not responding.

"Hey man, it's0 ok you will get her next time." Florid Man said putting a hand on his shoulder sympathetically….well really trying to sneak a peek at Colono's cards

"Ughhh. It's like everytime I try to talk to her I look like a total ass." Tommy grumbled.

"Yah we know, we all seen it." Australian Man joked as threw another chip in the pot.

"Well what am I supposed to say? Hey I think you're gorgeous, will you have a coffee with me?" He said, causing all the other men to laugh.

"No, no. You're thinking too much into it. What women love to hear is compliments." Tim Horton said as Bab Ross happened to walk past. "Watch this."

"Hello Bab you are looking positively radiant today!" Tim said, putting on a charming smile.

"Whatever you say Tim." Bab said with a shrug as she kept walking.

This caused all the other men to crack up.

"Laugh all you want but she acknowledged me. That's progress."

"Nah ya got it all wrong mate. What birds really dig on is a badass." Australian Man said getting up walking to the back yard. "This is how it's done boys."

Strutting slightly he slid up to Ellis Dee who was sitting outside enjoying the sun.

"Hey Ellie." He said acting casual.

"Oh hey Aussie what's up?"

"Did I ever tell you about the time I fought off a whole colony of bog frogs?"

"No I don't think you have."

"Yeah I was out with some blokes and came across these wee little bog frogs must have been mating season or something because next thing I know I'm surrounded by the little wankers! So I start beating them off me. Kicking, punching them in their little frog faces. Just throwing them off left and right. Turns out the little bastards were poisonous. Woke up in the hospital 2 weeks later handcuffed to the hospital bed. Turns out those little piss frogs are on the 'endangered species' list. Luckily for me though the judge granted the coma as time served. All I got was probation and I'll be off that by next year." Australian Man said cooly before something hit him.

"Probation…..OH SHIT! My probation meeting!" He said looking down at his watch. "I'm 6 fucking months late! I can not be arrested again! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" he said running into the house leaving behind a very confused Ellis Dee.

All the guys watched as Australian Man ran through the house screaming obscenities as he looked for his cell phone.

"Anyways….what about you Florida Man. How do you talk to the ladies?" Tim Horton asked.

Florida Man shrugged and got up walking to the kitchen to see Whitley at the table drinking a large glass of orange juice.

"Bud Lite?" Florida Man offered holding out a beer. She looked at him confused.

"Its only 11 not even noon. Too early for beer." she said.

"Ok." Florida Man said walking back with both beers.

"Mornings are for screwdrivers." Whitley said to herself pour more dollar vodka into her drink.

"No, no I am sure I called. Yeah right when I landed. No I made sure I message with a Shelly? Or maybe a Jan? Or was it a Steven? I'm not sure. Mighta been a new?.....oh maybe a temp! Bloody hard to find good help huh? I'm sure it's there just check the last few months. Ring when this is all cleared up." Australian Man said, hanging up his phone not waiting for a reply on the other end. "Bloody cunts..….so what'd I miss."

"That's it. That's the only move I got." Florida Man said with a shrug.

"You guys are hopeless. No wonder I'm the only one in a relationship." Colono complained before turning to Tommy. "Tommy don't listen to them they are all going to die alone."

"Hey!"

"Fuck ya too!

"That was rude….but true."

"Women, they love romance. You can sweep a woman off her feet just by words. Just watch my example gentlemen." Colono said as he sauntered out the door to Flo Cane who was watching tv.

"Oh there she is mi amor. I was looking everywhere for you." He said sliding next to her.

"What is it? On no! Are you having issues again? Is the burning back? Have you been taking your meds? Do I need to call the Dr for you again?"

"What!?! No! That's not it!" Colono said in a panic as the sound of laughter came from around the corner.

"Hey don't listen to them. You know stress makes it worse." Flo comforted.

"It's not that!" Colono said frustrated.

"Are you sure? I know how cranky you get when you forget to take your meds."

"I'm not cranky!" Colono yelled as he stormed off.

"I'm making you an appointment just to be sure! I know you are scared of making phone calls." She shouted after him as he stormed off.

The other guys were currently in a huge pile on the floor in total hysterics none of them were able to stand. It took almost 10mins for them to calm down to breathe.

Finally collecting himself Tommy stood up straightening out his clothes. After all that advice he had finally figured it out. He knew what he had to do. Mustering up all the courage he could he moved forward before he could chicken out.

"Where are you going?" Florida Man asked as Tommy made his way outside.

"I'm going to do what I need to." He said walking out into the back yard where the girls currently huddled together talking about how weird the morning had been.

"Hello ladies. Can I talk to Beth alone please?" He asked.

Suddenly a lot made sense as they gave each other a knowing look.

"She's all yours." Whitley said with a l knowing smirk.

Silence still overcame the 2 as they sat there totally obvious to the group of 8 peering around the corner.

"What did you want to talk about?" Beth asked looking over slightly confused about what had been going on. From what she heard it's been a very confusing day.

"I…..I…." He took a deep breath before blurting out quickly. "I think you're absolutely gorgeous and would you like to get coffee with me?"

It took Beth a moment to even figure out what he had said and then another for it to really register.

"You, you think I'm pretty?" She said shocked no one had said anything like that before.

"Gorgeous actually." He said his face was burning red. "Look if I offended you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Yes." She cut him off.

"Huh?"

"I would love to get coffee with you." She said as a big smile crossed her face.

"Ok when?"

"Now?" She suggested.

"Sounds great." He said getting up offering his hand to her. "I know a great place."

They both walked right past the group of the gawkers so invested in their conversation they didn't even seem to notice.

"Oh my God that is the sweetest thing I've ever seen!" Whitley gushed.

"Guys are never that romantic. She's so lucky." Flo said wistfully.

"Man I wish I could find someone who thinks like that." Ellis mused.

"Yeah it was pretty nice." Bab said in her bored Bab tone.

"Are ya fucking kidding me right now!?!" Australian said, throwing his hands up in the air as he stormed back inside.

"Seriously? That? That's it? Thats romantic?" Colono complained following behind.

"Wow guy did have some skills after all." Florida said patting Tim on the back sympathetically as Tim mumbled to himself annoyed.

"What's their problem?" Bab asked.

"Men are weird." Whitley said all the other girls nodded in agreement.

[allie1804-fan]

Kerense Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa - read Part 1 here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Warnings : Just like Keanu in these fics, I don't actually know any of the other real people portrayed here so my versions of them are all supposition!

LA Home?

After a couple of weeks, they moved on to LA. Kerry was Flabbergasted by the size and style of his home. It had a cool feel due to the size of the rooms and the large pieces of art in the main living area which had vast bi-fold doors leading out to the patio and pool. He was most excited to show her his pond with Koi Carp and the breathtaking view.

His office and bedroom were warmer in style, more in keeping with the man and she was thrilled with the kitchen which his sister had designed with herself in mind for when she visited and wanted to cook or for Keanu when he had a caterer come in.

On their first night, they ordered take out and ate outside by the pool. They were both tired from travelling but he promised to take her out to some favourite haunts soon. His bigger priority was making her and Scout feel at home and welcome.

That started with meeting his mum. Having heard a lot about her before he left, his mother, in particular, was very keen to make her acquaintance. She invited them over and had a meal catered.

She was welcoming but there was an edge of scrutiny in her gaze and her questions.

In the car on the way home, Kerry pointed it out.

It’s just like Jason Robards says in Parenthood. “It never ends”

“What?”

“Well, your mum was clearly concerned I might be some kind of leach!”

“Kerry, she thinks that about everyone I meet, but especially women. But she liked you, I could tell. And you bonded over all your English connections right?”

“I guess!”

Next up was Karina who had them over for Thanksgiving. She was more easygoing than her mother and they had a very relaxed day with Keanu and his brother-in-law bonding over the football and Kerry and Karina enjoying working together in the kitchen.

In the weeks running up to Christmas, their projects were on hiatus and they focussed on getting Kerry acclimatised to LA. Keanu bought her a car (she was not up for driving his Porsche) and they went on bike rides up PCH, took Scout on hikes in local parks and continued her introductions to his friends.

Key amongst them was Alex Winter and his family. They spent a great day on the beach at Malibu with him, his wife and their 2 youngest sons. Alex took a cute pic of Kerry and Keanu there - She had straggly wet hair from messing around in the sea and was wearing a loose shirt over her swimming costume. Her arms were draped around Keanu’s neck and they were both grinning broadly. She liked it so much, she had it printed and framed and placed it on their dressing table. It was one way she could try to settle in.

She certainly felt safe and welcome in his home, but, truth be told, not really at home

Some of that was connected to Scout. There was an inner courtyard where Scout could chill in a shady spot and you could walk him along the road nearby but only in the evening when the surface would be cool enough. To walk the dog, you really needed to go to a park, beach or further out into hills. It wasn’t just a stone’s throw away like at Sennen.

Also, in one sense, the house felt huge but at the same time, claustrophobic. It was curious that she could feel hemmed in despite the space and open view at the back - it was like you couldn’t touch the nature that was so near at hand and when she felt like that, the waves of nostalgia for Sennen were powerful.

Another challenge she faced and hadn’t really expected had been the number of female friends Keanu had who, it was clear, were past sexual partners. It wasn’t that anyone said anything to her, least of all him for whom it was all just water under the bridge, but some of them had an unmistakable body language towards him, while others displayed a certain possessiveness that she found, if not threatening then at least challenging.

She knew he’d had a different life from her, longer in single mode, less settled in one place and with a lot of opportunity to be promiscuous, so she knew she had to accept it, but she also struggled to imagine still hanging out with people you’d been so intimate with in the past as it had been a very rare experience for her.

Fortunately, Karina was a bit of an ally in at least filling in the gaps as to who was or wasn’t an ex. Kerry didn’t want to come off as jealous or obsessive, so asking Keanu was a no-no, at least at first. One day, Karina had come over to talk Christmas food and caught Kerry staring off into the distance.

“Hey, where have you gone?” Karina asked her.

Wha …? oh sorry, nowhere, I’m right here”

“ oh no, not falling for THAT. What did he do?”

“Keanu? Nothing. Honest.”

“Kerry?”

“Honest he didn’t. It’s just, errm Autumn came over last night”

“Ughhh”

“What?”

“Nothing, she’s just not my favourite of his exes that still hangs around him”

“Oh so she IS an ex, I wasn’t sure and he didn’t say so”

“He wouldn’t, to him it’s ancient history - and it is. They properly dated in the 90s and then I’m pretty sure she was, you know…. A friend …..”

“With benefits?”

“Yeah, sometime in the 2000s but not in the past few years. Was she civil to you?”

“Yeah yeah, she was just quite, erm touchy with him and sort of “

“Possessive?”

“Not exactly, but she made sure to mention things from way back several times as if to remind me and him that I’m the new kid. I mean maybe I was being over-sensitive, it was weird”

“Naah, that’s her thing. She didn’t manage to clinch him and that still riles her so she hangs in there with the “trusty oldest friend” card.

“Yeah but she’s not his oldest friend right? Brenda is from school and that lovely lady Clare is from before her time right?”

“Right, I mean Autumn is from way back but she’s not the unique one she likes to think.”

Mostly, the exes were subtle in their comments or behaviour but China Chow came close to making Kerry spit her drink out at a Christmas party when she was a bit drunk. She was saying how happy she was to see Keanu happy.

“And you my friend are a lucky girl, he’s good between the sheets too huh?, hic!”

The following morning Keanu and Kerry were lying in bed with a coffee, nursing hangovers and doing a party post-mortem.

“Oh my God, China was drunk wasn’t she?!” Keanu snorted.

“I’ll say!” She replied rolling her eyes

“What?”

“Have you had sex with all of your female friends?!” She asked pointedly.

“Oh my god, what did she say?”

“Oh, how happy she is for you …..”

“Mmmmm, so?”

“And how lucky I am….and how good you are between the sheets”

It was Keanu’s turn to almost spit out his coffee.

“That must have been awkward.!”

“Well would have been worse if we weren’t both at least a little drunk”

“Do you mind?” “That I have a past?” he clarified when she looked questioningly at him.

“No, I just, I never had an ex who I still hung out with after we split so it’s a little weird for me. And they’re all so, you know, LA glamorous.”

“Come ‘ere.” He said pulling her close after seeing the uncertainty in her eyes.

“It’s you I love, you I want to wake up with every morning and hold in my arms each night. And they're so called glamour is no match for your beauty. And, it’s like, over 10 years ago that I was with any of the friends I still see, sexually. Kerry, I promise. Are we ok?”

“yeah, we’re good” she reassured.

And they were. Christmas was around the corner and Kerry enjoyed shopping for gifts, getting a tree and decorating the house. They placed the bird decoration for Ava on the tree and he gave her two angels to hang for her babies and a Celtic fertility symbol in hope of a future as parents. They spent Xmas Day with his mother and Karina and Keanu went on his usual Boxing Day bike ride with old friends while Kerry went to the cinema with Karina.

On 29th they headed back to the UK, where they spent New year with her sister and family and 10 days having catch-ups with friends in London and Cornwall.

By mid-January, they were back in LA and finally, it felt like there would be a period of being more settled. They socialised but there were no more big introductions to make and Kerry planned to crack on with her novel.

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[zipstick-writes]

Inktober 2020 Day 8 - Teeth

Virgil woke up slowly, feeling drained and having no recollection of anything that had happened in approximately the last 12 hours.

Damn, he thought, I must be really fucking sleep-deprived.

After a few moments of staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, Virgil sat up. He got out of bed and drew his curtains.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck why is the sun so bright?

He shut them again.

“Ughhh, I need coffee.” He said quietly. Too tired to get changed out of his pyjamas, he put on his black-and-purple-tartan hoodie on top of them. He put the hood up as he knew the others would have the windows open, letting in the way too bright why is it so fucking bright sunlight, in an attempt to shield his eyes.

-

Logan was in the kitchen, smearing some Crofters strawberry jam onto a slice of toast, when Virgil came down the stairs of the shared house. And by god, he looked awful. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in a week, which, while an unhealthy habit, Logan suspected wasn’t too far from the truth. Still, he felt the need to voice his concerns.

“Virgil, are you feeling alright?”

Virgil jumped at the voice, like he didn’t realise Logan was there.

“Yeah.” He responded, sounding very much not alright. “I just need coffee.” He said, stepping into the kitchen. “Where’s the coffee machine again?”

Logan abandoned his toast and led Virgil to the counter where the coffee maker was.

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” he asked. “You don’t seem very attentive. Maybe you need something other than coffee, perhaps.”

“Yeah okay, I’ll grab some mints or something.”

“Something other than sugar. Would you like some toast? You can have my slice if you’d like.”

“No thank you,” Virgil responded. “It’s yours anyway.”

“Oh it’s quite alright, I can simply make another slice and you need to eat something. You look like you’re not too far from passing out on the spot.”

Too tired to argue, Virgil accepted the toast and started fumbling with the coffee machine as if he had forgotten how it worked.

“Would you like me to help.”

“Yeah, please.”

Logan made Virgil his cup of coffee and handed it to him. Virgil took it, mumbled what sounded like a ‘thank you’ and stumbled towards the table in the living room. Logan would make sure to check that he’d eaten it later.

-

Virgil sat down at the table in the living room and set the toast down in front of him. He picked it up slowly and took a bite out of it. He chewed for a few seconds before he bit the inside of his cheek, which, while uncomfortable, was usually not this painful.

Whatever, he thought, it’s not like it’ll kill me, I guess. He continued chewing.

Oh shit can I taste blood?

“Logan!” he called into the kitchen. “I bit the inside of my cheek and it’s bleeding!”

Logan came hurrying into the room and set his toast down on the table across from Virgil’s.

“Open your mouth.” Virgil complied and Logan looked inside. Virgil noticed his eyes widening slightly, but didn’t question it. “Yeah, that’s blood. Bite down on this cloth for me,” he passed Virgil a clean white cloth, “and try not to spit, as that may worsen the bleeding.”

“Thanks, Logan.” He said, stuffing the cloth into his mouth. Logan nodded and sat down to eat his toast.

-

Roman came downstairs, sketchbook and bag of art supplies in hand, to work on an art project for school, when he saw Logan and Virgil sitting at the table, Logan munching on a slice of toast while Virgil had a cloth in his mouth. Weird, but Logan didn’t question it. Virgil had his hood up, which wouldn’t be unusual if it weren’t for the fact that he kept trying to pull it further down as if to shield his face with it. Also, he was pale. Like, really fucking pale. He looked like he hadn’t seen the sun in a month.

“Hey Virge, have you slept? You look like shit.”

“Thanks, Roman. Much appreciated.” He quipped, but he sounded so tired that any bite it might’ve been intended to contain was gone.

“Yeah, okay, enough with the sarcasm. You honestly look really tired, you should probably get some sleep. Go take a nap or something.”

“But I just woke up!”

“Well you sure don’t look like it. Go back to sleep.”

“Ugh, fine.” He said finally, grumbling under his breath but still very much audibly about stupid princes and their stupid perfect sleep schedules.

Virgil yawned, and why are his teeth so damn sharp? It looked as if he’d put in some of those fake Halloween vampire fangs, only less cheap plastic and more oh my god are those his actual teeth?

Roman pointedly ignored Virgil's strangely large teeth and went into the kitchen for some cereal.

-

It was two days later, and no-one in the house had seen Virgil.

Patton was beginning to get seriously concerned.

“Roman, when was the last time you saw Virgil?”

“I haven't seen him since I told him to take a nap on Wednesday.”

“Roman, that was two days ago!” He said, beginning to panic. “He hasn’t even come down for coffee! Do you know how unlike Virgil that is?”

“How about we go and see how he is, just to make sure he’s alright? You know how he is, sometimes he’ll shut himself in his room and forget to have food. A bad habit, but undertandable.” Logan reasoned.

“Yeah, but not for two whole days!” Patton exclaimed. “Come on, we gotta check on him right now!”

-

Logan knocked on Virgil’s bedroom door. No response, not even a grumble. Strange, he thought, that is highly unlike Virgil.

“Virgil, are you okay in there, kiddo?” Patton called anxiously. Still no response.

“We’ll come in now if you don’t answer!” Roman added.

Logan opened the door and stepped into Virgil’s room. The curtains were drawn and the lights were off, and Virgil was in bed, asleep. Logan noted idly that he was still wearing his hoodie.

“Virgil, are you feeling all right?” Patton asked worriedly, walking up to the bed. “We haven’t seen you in a couple days.”

No response. I never realised Virgil slept that deeply, Logan thought

“Virgil, buddy, you gonna wake up?”

Patton lightly shook Virgil’s shoulder. This, it seemed, was enough to wake him, up as he rolled oven in bed and yawned.

His teeth are unnaturally sharp, Logan noted.

Virgil sat up in bed.

“That’s gotta be the best sleep I’ve had in years. How long have I been out?”

“Uh, well.. a bit longer than we were expecting you to sleep, but I’m sure it’s fine-“

“Patton, how long did I sleep?”

“Two days.” Roman butted in, as h knew Patton would likely struggle getting it out.

“Two days?! I didn’t know that was possible!” Virgil exclaimed, turning to Logan. “There’s no way that’s possible, right?”

“Well, ordinarily no, but you’ve been asleep in here for two days, there’s no disputing that.”

“Oh, okay, I gue-“

Virgil yawned again, cutting himself off.

Patton was looking at him strangely. And so was Roman. And Logan.

“What? What is it now?”

“Well the thing is, kiddo, you've kinda got... Fangs.”

Virgil leveled them with an unimpressed stare.

“Seriously? You expect me to fall for that? My teeth seemed perfectly normal yesterd- Well I guess it would’ve been two days ago, wouldn’t it? Either way, the point still stands. I know you’re messing with me.”

“Actually, perhaps it would be better if you were to see for yourself.” Logan said. “How about you look in the bathroom mirror? Then you’ll see that what we’re saying is indeed not a falsehood.”

“Fine.”

-

Virgil let himself be dragged into the bathroom by Roman, and opened his mouth.

“Well shit, I guess I do have fangs.”

-

“You want some toast, Virge?” Roman called from the kitchen.

“I'm not really feeling hungry actually.”

“Alright then.”

Just then, Patton opened the curtains, letting sunlight pour in.

“Agh, why is it so fucking bright?” Virgil complained.

“Language, Virgil.” Patton scolded. “It’s not even that bright, anyway.”

“I don’t care, just close it! It’s hurting my eyes!”

“Alright, sorry kiddo.”

“Virgil?” Logan called from the top of the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been doing some research, and you’ve been displaying all the signs of vampirism. In other words, I believe that there’s a possibility you may be a vampire.”

“Logan, I get that you’re the smart one and all that, but I’ll have to disagree there.” Roman piped up. “As much as I love a good vampire tale, they’re fictional. Made up. Not real.”

“Oh they’re real. They just haven’t been very well documented. Very little research has been conducted and so there’s not much we can know at the moment about them, but they are very much real.”

“Okay, nerd. Guess I can’t refute that.”

Virgil was beginning to look anxious.

“Does this mean I’ll have to drink blood to survive?”

“Well, you never had any negative reaction to the toast I gave you on Wednesday, and based on what scientists do know, Vampires only need blood to speed up healing. The onl food that is actually harmful to you would be garlic.”

“He can’t eat garlic? Can we change him back?”

“Relax, Roman. I’m perfectly fine with avoiding garlic. It’s a bit of a bummer but I can deal with it.”

“If you say so, but don’t come crying to me when you’re craving garlic bread “

“Trust me, I won’t.” Virgil responded, glaring at Roman, though there was a slight smirk on his lips and a joking tone to his voice.

“So he’ll be fine as long as he doesn’t eat garlic?” Patton asked.

“Yes, that is correct.” Logan replied

“But what about when we go out? What will the sun do?”

“I don’t go outside anyway so why does it matter?” Virgil joked.

“Based on what I’ve gathered, while prolonged exposure to the sun can have some serious negative health effects, exposure for a short length of time can be painful, but is not necessarily harmful. However, I do recommend that when outside you apply sunscreen to reduce any effects on your health it may cause.” Logan explained.

“Alright, got it, thanks Logan. Now that that’s settled I’m going back to my room to get some homework done. Bye.” Virgil said, and disappeared up the stairs.

“Well, today’s been interesting.” Said Roman.

"Yeah," Patton responded. "Yeah, it sure has."

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Red Roses (A Harry Hook x Reader/OC)

A/N: Yall. This chapter is hella long. I hope you all enjoyed it!! If you see any mistakes at all please let me know so I can fix it pronto! This is such a fun story to write and I'm glad people are liking it! If you have any ideas or requests you would like me to add in future chapters, let me know! This is for you guys! <3 :)

Summary: Ruby Hearts, daughter of the infamous Queen of Hearts, was abandoned by her mother when she was young and forced to live with her father, the King of Hearts, in Auradon.  Harry Hook himself may be the only one who finds her madness enchanting. Will Ruby find her self falling for the rugged pirate, or will the roses bleed red?

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2: The Pool of Tears

It only made perfect, logical sense that Uma, Gil, and Harry managed to weasel their way into every single one of Ruby's classes. Suddenly she wasn't a person made of stone hidden in the back of the class anymore. She had friends. Friends that legitimately either didn't care that she was mildly insane or refused to believe she was crazy at all. Surprisingly, Ruby found herself enjoying her newfound gang of friends.

At first, Ruby thought her little mind palace she enjoyed in Art 101 would be ultimately ruined, but she enjoyed teaching Uma and Harry how to paint and keeping Gil from drinking another bottle of paint. (He claimed the white paint was milk, and continued to drink it all until he got sick.) The boys had even joined the Tourney team, and even though Harry dissed the game everyday, Ruby knew he liked having a way to expel his own frustrations.

Ruby and Uma became close friends after they shared their mutual hatred of Mal. The purple haired girl had given a particularly nasty glare at Uma when Ruby asked if she had disliked Uma.

"Dislike?" Uma had scoffed. "That girl hates me. And trust me when I say the feeling is mutual."

"What happened between you two? Does it...is that why you were crying that day?"

Uma had nodded and told the story of how she earned the nickname Shrimpy from the daughter of Maleficent. The normally calm and collected pirate even broke down into tears, and Ruby had held her in the comfort of Uma's dorm room, consoling the girl like she had wanted to years ago.

But that had been weeks ago. Uma had now made Ruby an official part of her pirate crew, not considering the fact the majority of her crew was still on the Isle, but that didn't seem to bother Uma. The two girls were sitting on the bleachers, waiting for the Tourney game between Auradon Prep and Hogwarts High to start.  

"Goddd it's so hot," Uma complained, fanning herself with her hand.

"It's a good thing I told you to ditch all the leather. You'd be fried like a walrus in winter by now if you were still wearing it," Ruby replied, giggling at the thought of a walrus covered in snow.

Uma snorted, "Right. You'd think this place being full of magic, someone would come up with a way to fix the heat."

"Exactly," Ruby nodded in agreement. "This weather is not the best for tea time. Unless it's iced tea. But then it wouldn't really be tea at all would it?"

Uma made a confused yet amused face and jumped in surprise when Auradon's band began to play, trumpets and drums echoing across the field as the Tourney team ran out. The crowd began to cheer and clap, but of course Ruby and Uma were mainly cheering for Harry and Gil.

The game had gone by quickly, Auradon beating Hogwarts High to a pulp, winning 16-3. Of course it was only possible for Ben and Jay to score because Harry was basically mauling down every enemy in his way.

As Uma and Ruby stepped off the bleachers to go find Harry and Gil, they were stopped by Evie, ever present smile on her face.

"Hey!" She greeted cheerfully. "Sorry to bother you, but Ruby I was wondering if you were free Friday?"

"Next Friday?" Ruby cocked her head in question. What was Friday? It would be the 24th of the month then, the only thing she would be doing was-

The 24th.

Friday was Ruby's birthday.

She told only Evie of her dislike for her birthday last year. Why was she bringing it up? Did she tell anyone else?

"U-um, no I wasn't really planning anything I guess. Why?"

"Just checking! Toodaloo!" Evie skipped off, locking her elbow with Doug as the band walked back towards the school.

"What's Friday?" Uma asked Ruby, shaking the girl from her thoughts.

"Oh, nothing important." Ruby dismissed the question. It wasn't a lie.

Just then, Harry and Gil ran up, helmets off and sweating from the game. Ruby somewhat hated her mind for even thinking it, but she couldn't help but find Harry even more attractive after he finished a game. Something about how his muscles glistened, and his blue eyes seemed brighter with the rush of the game-

They were looking at her. Shoot. She had been ogling at Harry for what felt like ages that her mind blocked out any and all conversation around her.

"W-what?" Ruby asked, ignoring the way she felt her cheeks flush when Harry smirked slightly. It was as if the pirate could read her thoughts. How scary that would be.

"Uma just told us about the special Friday," Gil told her, still exuberant even after an exhausting game.

Ruby flashed Uma a glare. Clearly her dismissal of the day didn't work on the girl.

"Tell us, Heart," Ruby felt an involuntary shiver at Harry's given nickname for her. "Wha's so special about that particular Friday, hmm?"

"Honestly, you guys, it's nothing. 'A tea party with iced tea instead of tea tea' nothing," Ruby covered her nose in mock disgust. "Now you two need a serious shower. You smell worse than the freezing walrus."

Jay ran up to the group, having been talking to the coach, and gave a pat on the back to Gil. "Nice work, man! When you dodged that guy in the second half, dude that was epic!" he exclaimed.

"Dude, no way! When you spun off of Ben to make that shot, that was so incredible!" Gil jumped with excitement.

"We totally deserve a celebratory drink for that win. Whaddya say, man? You down?"

"Definitely, dude! I'll catch up with you guys later," Gil said before running off with Jay.

Harry scoffed, and ran a hand through his hair. "Hones'ly. 'S like I didn't just batter down half the enemy's team to win. I LIKE DRINKING TOO!" He yelled towards the boys, though they were already out of earshot.

Ruby giggled while Uma rolled her eyes at her first mate. "You can drink in the shower for all I care, you really smell like dog."

"Ughhh fineeee," Harry complained head thrown back in defeat as they walked back to the dormitories.

It was ritual by now for the gang to meet up in one of their dorm rooms at least once a week for no particular reason other than to be stupid in the confines of their own rooms. Ruby's curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she actually brought four iced teas for the group. Not a one of them enjoyed, especially Gil, who's knack of liking everything had its limits. Uma had the marvelous idea of sneaking into the kitchen, it was late after all and no one would be there. Needless to say, the school food storage needed to be replenished, and soon.

Thursday classes had come and gone, and Ruby's illusion of her vase of roses singing a sweet tune was broken by knocks at her door. She had expected Harry, of all people, but was quite surprised by Ben's form in her doorway. It had been a while since she and been had talked; ever since Uma and the boys showed up and Ben having to take on more kingly activities, there hadn't been much time for the two friends to hang out. Ruby instantly felt guilt at not having at least tried to find time to hang out with her first friend.

"Ben! Hey, what, uh, what can I do for ya?" Ruby asked, pushing down her guilt and putting a smile on her face. Her hair probably looked a mess, and her clothes were most definitely wrinkled, but she knew Ben really didn't care.

"Hey, Ruby. It's been a short while, hasn't it?" He greeted her back. He seemed kind of nervous, his hands wringing together in front of him.

Ruby's guilt instantly resurfaced. "Ben, I'm so sorry-"

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Ruby. I actually came to ask you something," He said, smiling at the shorter girl.

Ruby raised an eyebrow in question.

"I was wondering if you could paint something for me?" Ben asked her, hope in is voice.

"Oh, OH. Yeah, of course, sure!" Ruby paced back into her room excitedly, images already running through her head of what she could paint for Auradon's king. "What were you thinking? Because I've been having this idea of like a half beast thing that-"

"No actually, Ruby uh," Ben's eyes flicked towards Ruby hesitantly, as if he was scared of her. That's odd, Ruby thought.

"I was hoping you could paint Mal for me," Ben finished.

Ruby stopped her mind's ideas and stood frozen on her rug. She looked at Ben somewhat accusingly. "What."

"I know, I know," Ben said, arms out and moving to stand in front of Ruby. "I know you two don't really get along but I want to do something nice for her and she mentioned to me about how all the royalty here have their portraits hanging everywhere and I thought it would be nice if I could do that for her and well you're the best painter there is Ruby and I just-"

"Ben, oh my aces, calm down!" Ruby told him, effectively stopping Ben's rambling. She put a hand to her head. She did have a hatred for Mal, but Ben had tried hard to be Ruby's friend since she was first brought to Auradon. She couldn't just tell him no.

She sighed, "Okay. Okay, I'll do it. But I'm going to need a picture or something. I don't find myself gazing misty eyed at your girlfriend all that much, Mr Benjamin."

Ben had already turned to walk back out of Ruby's dorm. "No, it's okay I get it- wait, you'll do it?" Ruby nodded. "Oh, this is great! Here-" he pulled out his wallet and handed her a picture of said girlfriend. "Thank you so much Ruby. You really are the best."

Ben pulled her in for a hug as she answered with a smile. "No problem."

Friday morning Ruby rolled out of bed sluggishly, gasping when she saw the time. She dressed quickly in a simple red top with black jeans, and threw her long hair up in a pony tail before practically running to her first class. As her classes rolled on, she tried not to think about what shenanigans Evie was up to.

Ever since Ruby had moved to Auradon, her father saw her birthday as a spectacular event. He tried throwing her birthday parties, but of course no one would come. He tried taking her out for ice cream, but it was unbearably hot and the ice cream melted. Birthday's just weren't meant for Ruby. In her time on the Isle, birthdays were treated as every other day, nothing special in it whatsoever. She used to wake up hoping her mother would have something special for her, but Ruby was greeted with the same fear as always. Ruby was used to this, and never saw any importance in her birthday anyway. After all, it was just like every other unbirthday, wasn't it? In her first year at Auradon Prep, Evie had questioned her, claiming it odd a whole year had gone and she never celebrated on any single day. Of course, Evie found out the truth, but Ruby eventually convinced her to not make a big deal out of it, and made the blue haired girl promise to not tell a soul. "No one would want to come to a party for me anyway," Ruby had claimed. "They'll be too scared I'll go off with their tiny hatless heads."

Evidently, this year, Evie had different plans. And Ruby was slightly scared.

Ruby had barely been in her room for five minutes after classes were finished before Evie materialized at her door.

"You, my wonderful friend, are coming with me," the overly excited girl said.

Ruby blindly threw her bag on her bed as Evie grabbed her arm and tugged her along to Evie's dorm. Ruby marveled at the clothes along one of the walls; Evie's room was always filled with outfits she had designed, and they were always incredible.

"Any particular reason you dragged me to your fashion show of a room, E?" Ruby asked, feeling the silk of white skirt with black patterns.

"Yes, actually," Evie answered, grabbing Ruby by the shoulders and spinning her around.

The sight of the dress in front of Ruby made every coherent thought leave her brain.

She must have gasped, or made some sort of awestruck face because Evie smiled and wrapped an arm around Ruby's shoulders. "Do you like it?" the blue haired girl asked.

"Evie," Ruby started, taking slow steps toward the wonder of a ball gown and cautiously ran a hand over the intricate rose design on the front. "I honestly don't have the words. I think the Hare must have put some sort of drug in my tea today. I can't- Evie this is beautiful."

"Good. I'm glad you love it!" Evie clapped her hands excitedly. She walked to the back of the dress and unzipped it from the mannequin. "Now let's get it on you."

"Yes, let's- wait, what?" Ruby shook from her daze.

"Come on, no time to lose. Undress, Ruby!" Evie exclaimed.

Despite Ruby's confusion, she really wanted to wear the gorgeous dress. Maybe this was what Evie was planning. To make a gown for Ruby. Any thoughts about her birthday disappeared once Ruby saw herself in the dress.

Evie danced around her, making last minute adjustments while Ruby gaped at herself in the mirror. Evie stepped away, looking proud. "Give us a spin," she said.

Ruby lifted the sides of the dress slightly and twirled. The gown was light and it swirled around her legs as she came to a stop. Ruby couldn't help the huge smile on her face. "This is so amazing, Evie," she turned to her friend, "but what exactly is this for?"

Evie's eyes sparkled mischievously. "You'll see. Now come, sit."

Ruby did as told, and watched as Evie deftly pinned a braid to the crown of Ruby's hair and brushed the tangles out of the rest. It was when Evie placed a small crown inlaid with a heart-shaped ruby that Ruby became nervous. "Evie, really, what's going on?" she hated how her voice shook with the question.

"Put on these shoes, and let's go find out," Evie answered, handing Ruby a pair of dark red heels.

Ruby quickly slipped on the heels and tried not to trip as Evie rushed her out of the door. She led the girl to what was unmistakably the school's ball room. Ben was waiting outside the doors, dressed immaculately in a deep blue suit. Evie gave him a nod before disappearing, not before smiling widely at Ruby.

"Ben, maybe you'll give me some answers?" Ruby looked up at her friend, and saw the same glint she had seen in Evie's eyes. Ruby was hopeful, clearly Ben wouldn't keep her in the dark, would he? But her hope simmered as Ben kept his mouth loyally shut.

Suddenly, Fairy Godmother opened the doors. "It's time!"

Ben gave a bow to Ruby, gesturing towards the open doors with a hand, "Shall we?"

Ruby hooked her hand onto Ben's outstretched elbow, and he led her through the doors. Ruby put a hand to her mouth to stifle another gasp as they walked out to the top of the ballroom steps.

The filled room collectively yelled "Happy birthday!" upon seeing Ruby enter. She couldn't believe it. There were actual people here, for her.

"Ben, what-"

"Welcome, dear Ruby, to your birthday party," Ben bowed once more. Ruby caught sight of Uma, Gil and Harry at the bottom of the stairs, but her eyes found themselves stuck on Harry.

He was dressed like a gentleman but still looked ruggedly handsome with his black tousled hair and smudged eyeliner, his hook hanging from his belt loop. He winked at Ruby, shamelessly devouring how gorgeous she looked in her ball gown.

Ruby would have been stuck at the top of the stairs all day had Evie not once again materialized next to her, dressed in a beautiful blue gown. She grabbed Ruby's hand. "Come on, it's much more fun at the bottom of these stairs," she whispered to her. They made it to Uma and the boys on the ballroom floor, Evie leaving Ruby with a hug and a "Happy birthday, Ruby" before disappearing to find Doug. Ruby turned towards her gang of friends accusingly.

"Did you guys know?" She asked.

"Since las' week, Heart," Harry answered, ever present smirk on his face.

"Yeah, Evie told us the whole deal and had us outfits made. I honestly didn't think I'd look this good in a dress," Uma said. She was right. Her sea green dress was really alluring.

"This place is so amazing, there's tables full of food!" Gil exclaimed, charming in his suit.

"Guys, I-"

"It's okay, Ruby," Uma assured her, giving her a hug. "It's your first birthday party. Let's have some fun," she smiled and winked at her friend. Ruby hesitantly smiled back.

Suddenly trumpets blared as Ben appeared on the overhead balcony, Mal at his side.

"Thank you everyone for coming! As you all know, today is our very own Ruby Hearts' birthday! I think it's about time we get this party started!" He announced, earning cheers from the crowd.

Ruby just stared, silent and still shocked at the whole ordeal. Were these people really here for her?

"'S alright, Heart," Harry's unmistakable voice whispered behind her. His breath was hot on her ear as he spoke, "You deserve this, lass."

She turned around and saw a genuine smile playing at Harry's lips that somehow eased her own fear. She smiled broadly at the pirate. "Thank you, Harry," she whispered back.

"Whoooo!" Gil's cheer broke the moment, the boy jumped in and began dancing wildly to the music. Laughing, Ruby and Harry joined in, Uma reluctantly joining the sway.

The night flew by, song after song, the gang stayed dancing together the entire time. Ruby could tell it was late in the night, but no one at the party seemed to care. She felt a poke at her shoulder and turned to see Carlos, Jay, and Evie. She gave each of them a hug as they wished her happy birthday.

"Evie, you know I'm so thankful for this," Ruby started, as she waved to Carlos and Jay who were whisked away by the crowd. "But a whole ball?"

"You know I would only have the best for you," She answered, giving Ruby a smile. "Besides, it wasn't just my idea."

Ruby's curiosity was instantly piqued. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Ben and I might have let it slip to Uma and Harry about your birthday coming up and how we really wanted to do something for you and Harry came up with this marvelous idea to have a ball since you're technically a princess so Uma and her gang helped us set all this up and we invited literally the entire school and-"

"Whoa, whoa wait," Ruby interrupted her. "This was Harry's idea?"

Evie nodded right as a slow song started. She was pulled away by Doug but winked at Ruby when she noticed Harry showed up at the girl's side.

"Ruby," Harry greeted, dipping into a bow, amused look on his face. "Will ye do me the 'onor of dancin' with me?" He held out his hand for her to take.

Ruby knew her face was flushed. She was still processing how this was Harry's idea, and what did Evie say about him saying she was a princess? She didn't know if her brain would function enough to be so close to Harry Hook, gazing into his eyes as she danced with him to the slow tune-

Ruby blinked out of her daze. She could do this. Her hand met Harry's outstretched one and his smirk grew to a smile as he pulled her closer. Her breath hitched when his other hand came to her waist, and he immediately pulled her into the dance steps.

"Don't tell me Harry Hook's been taking dancing lessons, now?" Ruby questioned amusingly, fighting down her blush.

Harry spun Ruby with the waltz, pulling her closer so that she could feel his breath when he spoke. "'S almost like sword fighting, really."

A blur of blue captured Ruby's eye, and she craned her neck to peer behind Harry. Uma stood, watching the two dance and Ruby almost missed the wink she gave her. At the food table behind Uma, Ruby caught sight of Gil chugging down the entire punch bowl and Jay seemingly egging him on. She snorted and turned her gaze back to Harry, feeling bold.

"So, Mr. Hook," Ruby danced her fingers up Harry's arm. His jaw tensed ever so slightly. "What's this I hear about you planning this whole thing?"

Harry's ears immediately turned pink. "Well, er," he cleared his throat. "Uma an' Gil came up with the plan too, ye know."

Harry let go of Ruby's hand to come rest at her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The waltz was over by now, but neither seemed to notice or care. "How kind," she looked up at the pirate. "You know, this party is kind of for you too," she said.

"How so, Heart?"

"Well, it's my birthday, but that means it's also you're unbirthday! And really that's just as worthy as celebrating in my opinion." Ruby's tone was joking, but Harry's eyes were piercing as they held each other. He moved his head so that his mouth was next to Ruby's ear. Her arms tightened around him, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Ye've no idea how beautiful ye are, Ruby," Harry whispered, husky voice making a shiver course through Ruby's body. "All these other goons are jealous of my own little princess,"

Her breathing hitched, and she pulled her head back to peer at Harry's face. His eyes seemed filled with that same sensation Ruby felt but couldn't quite name. His striking blue eyes darted to her lips as his left hand cupped her face. Ruby was quite aware of the almost nonexistent space between them, of the erratic beating of both of their hearts. She whispered his name, not believing her eyes as the moment played out.

"UGH! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" a girl's voice yelled, causing Ruby and Harry to jump apart. They shared a look and made their way to were the commotion was.

There was a circle around Uma and Mal, the former's dress covered in punch.

"You ran into me!" Mal yelled at Uma. "Maybe you should watch where you're going!"

"Look, I know time in Boradon has made you insane, but I would think you know how to walk," Uma snapped back, giving up at wiping off punch from her dress.

Mal scoffed. "If you're so uncomfortable here then you should have stayed in that sandbox where you belong!"

In the blink of an eye Uma pounced on Mal, snarling with her arms outstretched. A full on girl fight broke out, hair being pulled and dresses being torn. It lasted all of two seconds before Ben and Gil rushed in pulling the two girls apart. They continued to yell insults at each other, but all Ruby could see was the floor covered in ice. She watched as every step and stomp of feet caused it to move to the brink of shattering. Ruby had had enough.

"STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU!" She yelled, effectively surprising and silencing everyone in the room. "It's PUNCH! You're not dying and if you don't stop this petty little fight then the frozen floor with collapse and we'll all be eaten by the Jabborwock!"

"Just as insane as ever! You should have stayed with your crazy mother," Mal scoffed before marching out, Ben casting an apologetic look before running after her. Uma tried to apologize to Ruby, but she couldn't hear a thing over the cracking ice.

"Just-..no," was all Ruby could say before she too left the ballroom. She couldn't make it to her room before the tears came.

She fell down onto her bed, letting the water flow. She knew a party was a horrible idea. No one wanted to be there for her, they were there because it was just a party. Maybe Mal was right. Maybe she should have stayed on the Isle with her mother. Maybe she would have learned how to scare everyone away and build a wall around her heart, so maybe then she wouldn't be hurt as easily.

After what felt like ages, Ruby heard a knock at her door. She sniffled as whoever it was walked in and sat next to her on the bed.

"Tears don't belong on that pretty face, lass," Harry said, pulling Ruby up and wiping said tears from her face. She sniffled as he did so.

"I just don't understand, Harry."

"I know, Heart," he said, sad to see her so upset. "Some things are jus' too hard to understand."

Ruby nodded, her mind just registering her sore feet and legs.

"Oh! I, erm, I've got something for ye, Heart," Harry said, changing the mood of the conversation with just a singe sentence. He had something for her?

"What is it?" Ruby asked, rubbing an eye.

"Well, I've been wanting to give it back to ye for a while, but it jus' never seemed like the right moment," Harry told her, ears turning pink as he pulled out something from behind his back.

It was a little stuffed rabbit.

Ruby gasped, new tears forming at her eyes as she recognized her old toy, the one she had lost that fated day.

"Look at ye, getting all happy over a wee toy," Harry joked, happy to see the light in Ruby's eyes again.

"Harry Hook, you thief!" Ruby exclaimed, tackling the boy in a hug. He fell back on the bed, arms wrapping around Ruby's form.

They laid on the bed holding each other for a while, Harry's hand making mindless patterns on Ruby's scarred arm. Ruby had never been more happy than she was in his arms. What is happening? She thought.

"D'ye think they're mad?" Harry asked.

Ruby wasn't sure who exactly he was talking about. "They can't help it," she answered anyway. "We're all a bit mad here."

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 66

“Make a wish” she softly said as he perched his lips to blow the candle, slowly he opened his eyes as the smoke curled up between them only to see her lean in to him, for a moment he thought she was aiming for his mouth, instead her lips connected with his cheek “happy birthday” she repeated as she walked past him. “Oh, were you sleeping?” she stopped as she looked from the tousled covers on the bed over to his naked upper body, “well, I wasn't expecting you back..I thought..” stop before she runs out the door again, Harper suddenly stopped halfway taking off her scarf “Oh, sorry, I..” she quickly scanned the room for other female company “am I interrupting something?”. Jared took a deep breath “like what?”, was that a rethorical question? “I don't know, we're not a couple anymore so we can date other people, right?” her words felt like a blow to his stomach, “well you sure are” he put down the cupcake and helped her take off her coat. “So how was it?” while she sat down on the couch, he sat down on the back of the bed, he needed some distance right now, “Fine..yeah it was good, he's a really nice guy” it wasn't a lie, it had been a lovely evening, they were both a little nervous and now and then that had affected the conversation with awkward silences from her part and one or two inappropriate remarks from him. That was exactly what he was afraid of, the nice guys usually weren't and he knew because he had played the nice guy on so many dates “that's good” what else was he supposed to say? Nothing, because a simple beep was gonna say it for him, ughhh look at her face softening just reading it, fuck it, I need a drink, he got up again and headed for the minibar. The minute she started talking about Nathan she saw him get all nervous, now the shoe is on the other foot how do you like it? You don't, do you? Oh stop it Harper, it's his birthday, he's been nothing but nice to you so far. “So, any new plans for what you want to do on your birthday” she casually asked as he put down a glass of scotch for her too, sure I do, all I want to do is take you right here on this couch, he slowly shook his head as he sat down next to her. “What's wrong?” she frowned, he looked really sad all of a sudden, “it's nothing..just a little homesick, I guess” he mumbled before he sipped his scotch, “I understand, you've been away from home for so long and now you're snowed in here in New York, you had plans for your birthday with your friends in LA, that's gotta be tough, we'll contact the aircompany in the morning, maybe they've started flying again”. Stop talking Harper, just stop talking, I'm not homesick about LA, I'm homesick about you, I miss you, I miss being with you permanently, I miss us being lovers, I don't want to be your friend, I want to be the man in your life  . “All I want right now is..” he leaned over her, reaching for his little present “to eat this cupcake, wanna share?” he took out the candle and split it, giving her the other half.

”Owww” a groan came from the bathroom followed by a curse, “everything ok?” he nervously shuffled around the door, “no” was her frustrated reply “oh will you just come in, Jared! I need help”. He slowly pushed open the door to find her standing in the middle of the room, jumping from one foot to the other, she never was the patient type “can you?..help me take off my bra?” the cast on her wrist prevented her from properly using her fingers.  Tell her, go on, tell her that it's gonna take every bit of willpower to not rip it off your glorious body “uhhm, ok then” he slowly took a step closer, trembling fingers as they folded behind the delicate lace, how many times had a woman told him about his expert fingers? Lost count, but now he was acting like a schoolboy, clammy fingers included. “There” his breath against the back of her neck sent goosebumps down her arms, “thanks” she whispered as she cupped her breasts to cover herself up, “I'll uhmm..” he stammered and turned trying not to trip over his own feet as he scurried out of the bathroom. Harper waited for him to close the door and then quickly put on her pajamas and brushed her teeth, while on the other side of the door Jared didn't know what to do with himself, ok read the first birthday messages then that'll calm me down, next to him on the couch, her phone lit up like a christmas tree as well. No, don't check her phone, just don't! Ok, I can not touch it but I can just check the name on the screen, that's allowed right? Nathan, Nathan, Nathan oh and then some more Nathan, oh fuck you, you stupid weazel, stop blowing up her phone, stop texting her, stop existing!. He sat back up as soon as he heard the bathroom door behind him open and pretended to read his own messages, “I'm exhausted” she plopped down next to him “and this” she held up her painful arm “is hurting like hell”. Slowly he turned his head “I'm pretty much beat too” he put his phone down to stare at her, “I'm so sorry you're stuck here with me” she sighed, it was obvious he was a little down about not being surrounded by his loved ones and friends on his birthday. “Huh? What do you mean? I happen to love being stuck here with you” he frowned, did she really think that he wasn't happy? “sure Jay, anyway, I'm going to bed, birthday boy” she got up, took her phone and walked over to the bed. He slid in bed with her and took her phone out of her hands “you've gotta rest that wrist” and put a pillow against her side, took her hand and put it down on the pillow, “Goodnight” he pushed a kiss against her forehead before he rolled over with his back to her so she wouldn't see how he turned off her phone, enough of that fucker for one night, he was lying next to her right now, not Nathan, if she was really into that loser then she would have spent the night with him instead of ploughing through the snow again, right? Damn right!.

”Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Jared, happy birthday to you” coming out of the bathroom he was greeted by her singing in a room filled with balloons, oh thank god he seemed in less of a grump than last night “I know it's a bit old skool but I got you this” she handed him a card “and then breakfast is on me, I thought it might be handy to go back to my place afterwards because that's where your present is” followed by another kiss on his cheek. “Thank you..you didn't have to get me a present though..I didn't get you anything on your birthday” he bit his lip looking at her, “read your card” she ignored his last comment, now and then things were still awkward between them, it was a long road from lovers to friends. “Come here” he finished reading his card and pulled her against his chest for a long, warm embrace, both of them admitting to themselves how much they had missed this physical closeness “this is the best birthday ever”he breathed in her hair, “but we haven't done anything yet” she murmured against his chest, “just you being here with me, is all that matters” he squeezed her extra tight. 'I don't want to let go of you ever again', 'I could stand here with you forever' were the only two things going through their minds right now, but both were too afraid to say it out loud, one wanted to say it but was afraid for a reaction and the other wasn't ready to forgive and forget what had happened.

”I'm in so much trouble” Harper sighed as she walked back into her freezing apartment and quickly rushed to get the heating on, “why?” Jared frowned watching her turn open every radiator in this place. “That” she pointed at her paintings “Charles wants 20 items by January, I don't even have 15 and they're not all part of a collection, and I keep getting distracted” it was genuine worry this time. “What's even worse, is this hand..I can't do anything decent, I've got this one shot to get an exposition at the most prestigious art gallery and I won't be able to deliver, not in a million years” she was getting lost in her thoughts. “Yes you will..you just gotta take it one step at a time” that was no advice at all Jay, but gee thanks, “I guess so..anyway, you still haven't given me any ideas on what you want to do today, birthday boy”. Jared walked over to her scaffolding and crawled up “paint..I haven't done this kind of work in ages, but I can help you out, we've done this before, remember?” there was a real excited smile on his face. It was better than nothing, right? Some progress was better than no progress “If you're sure..help me up will you?” she took the first step of the scaffolding with her good hand but was pulled up by his hands like she was a feather, “wow, ok..work out much?” she giggled as he held her against his chest to steady her. “Not as much as I'd like to” he breathed, their faces only inches apart, “ok uhmm...paint” she slowly pulled back and started opening up some cans, being this close to him was just uncomfortable. “Ok” she handed him a brush “I need a lot of red..right here” she put her hand over his and guided it slowly over the canvas, “and here” the pressure of her hand on his, skin on skin, it was just divine and unbearable at the same time. “Right there..that's it..just a little more..” stop the whispering in my ear, I know you're talking about painting but to me it sounds too damn erotic, “yes..yesyes” there was more pressure on his hand now “push down a little harder..yes” there was a spurt of breath and he almost climaxed on the spot. “I got this” she took the brush out of his hand and finished the last detail, “there's a 2010 right there” she stepped back to point out her can stocked with brushes “that big, black one on the right” she clarified as he seemed a bit puzzled, was this a good idea? But didn't he say he studied art as well?. “You can maybe start with putting a base on those two canvases?” if he could do the basics then she could make a headstart, “sure, but what about your wrist? I won't fuck it up if you just guide me” he stammered, he just wanted to be as close to her as physically possible, typical restless, impatient Harper. “I've gotta do the rest of this on my own, too many details” she shook her head while guiding him to the cans of paint.

Two hours, several coffees and wine and a headstart later, he sat down and watched her, she had been painting almost non-stop, a work of art was unfolding right before his eyes “you're using all these difficult techniques but you make it look so effortless..it's like watching Rembrandt paint, it's just so soothing” he breathed. Harper took a step back and swung her aching wrist, it had been cramping up all the time “don't compare me to that genius, that would be an insult to him” a painful grimace curled around her face. Just when he wanted to answer, his phone lit up again just like it had been doing all day with messages, missed calls, all to wish him a happy birthday “it's Charles” he said before he jumped down the scaffolding and connected the call. She eyed him as he shuffled around her apartment, looking so much happier and lighter all of a sudden, what was she thinking bringing him back here to paint? To him this must be frikkin boring, “you're leaving, aren't you?” she tried not to sound too disappointed as  he walked back to her with a smile on his face. “Yes, I am” he nodded, fuck, she knew this was coming so why was her heart and her mood dropping in a second? “I see” was all she managed to say, “Charles organized something for my birthday, gotta be there in an hour, so I better make tracks”. Harper didn't know what else to say than “ok”, she took a cloth and nervously started wiping her brush clean, “everyone's gonna be there, Charles is such a sweetheart doing this for me” he casually said as he grabbed his wallet and his phone. “Yes..yes he is” rub it in that you hated spending time with me, I had plans with you too, you know? But hey, dinner and then a bit of dancing is nothing compared to the most expensive party of the year being thrown in your honour. “Ok, well have a great time..” she forced a smile, could he gather his stuff any quicker? “I will..bye” he quickly put on his jacket and raced out the door, letting it slam behind him he left her completely shocked and stunned.

[wangstudy]

Personal study tips

Hey, 

this is my first post sharing study tips that are personally fit for me, but I’m sharing them in case they could help out some of you out there as well.

take care of ALL possible distractions

This means not only your phone, computer and games.

I’m currently a senior in high school and I live with my mum and grandma. My mom is at work on weekdays and usually does’t mind me when I’m studying, however my gran tends to always walk in on my peek concentration times, making me lose my thoughts just because she wanted to offer me a frickin biscuit. To deal with this I just let her know that hey, I’m going to study right now, which is a code for pls don’t bother me unless it’s absolutely important or life threatening like a fire or something I beg u ;;

stop watching an episode half way through

Absolutely amazing, life saving cute tip.

In the middle of my study sessions I have my meal times, aka completely relaxed lunch or dinner watching my favorite anime or series. It’s a wonderful time, 10/10 recommend , however this is the greatest procrastination trap. Episodes I watch are usually 20mins long, which is more than enough for me to finish my food. BUT BUT BUT. you probably know those good ol cliffhangers:) honestly I want to slap them. After one episode comes the second, the sixth and wow look I wasted 2 hours of my precious productivity time ;; nah, the trick is, pause the episode or turn it off in the middle, where there’s not much happening and you can just get back to work without wondering but what’s gonna happen next I have to knows . You’ll find out, don’t worry, but put it off till you’re done with your tasks and unwinding in bed after a long day - you get to enjoy your delicious series without any anxiety and you got shit done so who’s the boss here.

no naps allowed >:(

Seriously, don’t. This is a tip you see everywhere but it’s just so true. Not only does it make you waste at least 1-2 hours by sleeping, but it’s most likely you won’t be energized for at least an hour more after waking up. Also messes up your sleeping schedule yikes. Procrastinaps are the devil okay, don’t lose to the urge to procrastinate by sleeping. UNLESS:

- you absolutely need it (if you had to pull an all-nighter or for mental health issues)

- you’ve mastered the art of powernaps (those are risky, but sometimes when I’m really tired but also busy as hell, I pass out for like 10-15mins, this is the only case when I actually wake up feeling rested and fueled).

set present goals

It’s obvious that in order to learn a subject, you must want to learn the subject for whatever reason. Aside from grades, marks and just knowing, set yourself some mini goals that would be more present time based. Examples:

- because you’re genuinely interested;

- it’s something you want to know in case a topic about it would pop up in a conversation;

- you want to do your best so you could help your friends study and understand the subject;

- useful for your other activities. 

Write these goals down or always keep them in your head when studying to have this little but strong motivation to fuel your will-power.

associate studying with something positive

things you always hear at school is ughhh, studying, yuck. But! Don’t give in to this negativity, find something that would make studying enjoyable for you!

- get your favorite drink for study sessions only;

- find a cute cafe for studying only;

- tidy up your work place and make it aesthetic;

- find studypals from other schools or places with whom you meet up to Study (so when you think of a subject you instantly think of this cool person you want to meet again idk)

so yeah, these tips work for me, they might not work for you, but all in all good luck with your education, don’t forget to take care of yourself and never lose sight of what you’re doing this for. Dream on and work for your dreams <3 

[cl-chlorure]

Flower ask

Alisons: Sexuality? pansexual

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender? she/her whatever

Amaryllis: Birthday? May 9th

Anemone: Favorite flower? lotus these times. But really, they're all favorites. Aaaaa

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show? Malcolm

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger? handshake

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes? "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars" - Oscar Wilde

Aubrieta: Favorite drink? whiskey

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? oh yes

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love? yes

Baneberries: Favorite song? these times, Flashing Lights by Kanye

Basket of Gold: Describe your family. witches. I love them.

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it? @theory-ofcolours 💖

Begonia: Favorite color? purple

Bellflower: Favorite animal? cat or bat

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person? night ofc

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be? a bat, the screaming yo

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? singer or psychiatrist lmao

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children? pure, I love them

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why? ughhh.

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood. Britney Spears 🤘

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth? I'd try to spend a little time with everyone I love idk. Or draw 

Buttercup: Relationship Status? taken

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go? Italy, New Orleans, Maine, London... oh ye Centralia

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved? mornings

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?  22

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?  3

California Poppy: Height?  5ft7

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts? ghoulz

Carnation: What are you currently wearing? Shirt and a skirt.  

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight? yessss it was a Peter Pan one

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?  my boyfriend

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed? my boyfriend

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font? LOL

Columbine: Are you tired? exhausted

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to? life

Coneflower: Dream job? historian

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert? mm both

Crocus: Have you ever been in love? oh oui

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about? I'd die

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it? a kind of monster full of fluff named Bawa

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign? Taurus moon in Scorpio

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering? 🙊🔒 

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment? being alive lmao idk

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)? oof 

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to? My boyfriend

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at? art

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at? art

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month? my love, friendship... knowledge™

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today? amazing

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life? yes

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two? skool

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life? 

- people I love

- pets

- art

- music

- nature

- life

- books

- details

- women

- Dracula

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed? pills

Hellebore: How do you show affection? attentions, thoughts, kisses, hugs, words

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of? me

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day. sleep

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time? sleep

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them? 16 years????!!! @theory-ofcolours

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything? @theory-ofcolours @some-what-damag3d

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have? idk

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? that I'm alive and that I look like Angelina 💕

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself? stronger than I thought

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself? my passions. "Le plaisir est une merveille qui m'apprend que je suis moi."

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself? cognitive distortion

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child? Draw 

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid? 

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for? my disorder, my weight

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?  my disorder, my weight

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name? it's a flower

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it. Canada, in a little ghost town

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up? messy

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years? hospital much 

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom. She's a gem

Onions: Tell about your dad. he's strange lol 

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents. powerful grandmas, de grandes femmes. My grandpa looks like Bruce Willis

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable? when I was a child. Outdoor party and games. I liked that

Peony: What was your first job? Subway LOL

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? on the internet 💖

If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any? 

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain? endure

Pink: Where is home? here

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change? man idk

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them. mom is a gem 💎

Primrose: Describe your ideal life. full of love always

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child? Vampires and ghouls, i still do ✌

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life? people i love

Rose: What’s your favorite sound? music

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory? the forest

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory? the hospital and shit

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want? coffee

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things? easy peasy on paper

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without? love

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night? Idk

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning? coffee

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job? i dont have a job

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing? a black dress

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.  Halloween with love xoxo

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you? something thoughtful

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now? life in general

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? 4 ;( What were they called? Rebecca, by Daphnee DuMaurier, 15 Ways to Stay Alive by Daphne Gottlieb, Les Paradis Artificiels by Baudelaire and Biographie de la Faim by Amélie Nothomb 🙌

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year? dolce vita

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is? nop

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself. I love Dracula

[fatesinthenight]

Wilford's Smile (part 4)

"So what do you do besides art?" Wilford talks with his mouth full.

"Don't you know how to chew?" You look at him with a raised eyebrow.

He swallows. "I'm not a child."

"You act like one." You drink your soda.

"True." Wilford stuffs his face again with pizza.

"Well to answer your question I have a job too. I work at an office. I'm an assistant." You push more napkins toward Will.

"An office... ughhh why would you do that." Wilford looks horrified at the thought of working in an office.

"It pays the bills and lets me buy food so well its fine. Not the ideal thing I want but what can you do?" You say with a shrug.

"Do you even like it there?" He sips his soda.

"I mean its alright. My boss is nice. Coworkers are coworkers." You sound not so enthusiastic.

"Do you even have any friends?" Will asks curious.

"Of course I have friends. Why did you think I didn't have any?" You feel a bit insulted there.

"Well I mean I don't know. You come off as the kind of person that is serious and does not go out for fun." Wilford puts his hands up in surrender and you give him a look. Not even Dark's looks scared him as much as yours did.

"I just work a lot and I don't have time to have this "fun" you say I don't do. Also I know I'm a serious person. You not the first person to tell me that..." You look away from him.

Wilford can see he hit a touchy subject. "Sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"What for? There is not need to be sorry." You look back at him. "It's no big deal." You wave him off casually. "Your really asking the big questions though. You really are quite the journalist."

"I mean it's me. Did you expect any less?" Wilford leans in grinning. "Why did it feel like you were being interviewed?"

"A bit yea." You admit.

"I guess it just happens naturally." Wilford scratches his head. "I was just trying to get to know you better."

"Get to know me better?" You wonder.

"Yes. I mean you did say that it was weird to have a stranger barge into your house so if I get to know you then I would not be a stranger. Also I find you interesting." He adds the last part with a chuckle.

"Interesting? Me?" You did not expect that. "You just said I was uptight and too serious. How is that interesting?"

"I mean sure that but then there is more to it." Wilford leans in his seat backward.

"Like what? We just met. How can you know that much just from being near me for a few hours?" You ask.

"Well like any good interviewer I have to notice who I am talking to. Their tone of voice. Body movement. How you answer questions." Wilford explains.

You are taken back by this. He must take his job seriously if he gets into this much depth about it. "So what did you learn?" You are curious.

Wilford gives you a sly smile and props himself on his hands. "Wouldn't you like to know hmmm? Now that I will keep to myself."

"Then how do I know what you find so interesting in me?" You get the feeling he is teasing you.

"It makes this more fun. Don't you think?" He wiggles his mustache and twirls one of the ends.

You don't know why but the way he said that made your heart flutter a bit. You shake it off fast. "You really something else you know?"

"I know." Wilford said proudly. His phone goes off and you raise an eyebrow when you hear Britney Spears singing "Hit Me Baby One More Time". As you wonder who it could be you almost choke on your food when you take a bite and hear Wilford answer. "Hey Darky you miss me?"

"Where the hell are you." Dark growls.

"I'm out." Wilford said casually. He acts like this is normal.

"When you go out that usually means I have to clean up after you and I have no time for that if I'm going to be planning this so called meet up. So whatever you are doing now get back here. You know someone has to be with you when you leave the house." Dark reminds him.

"So I wondered off from home and then ended up on the news for painting the Hollywood sign pink. I still think it really added something." Wilford pouts.

"You almost had Mark arrested because you ran from the scene and he just happened to be in the area at the same time." Dark pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Well who's fault is it that we all share the same face." Will complains. "But I'm still the best looking one."

"William just get back here now." Dark is annoyed.

"Ok ok fine. Buzz kill as always. I will be there Darkipoo. Love youuuuuu!" Wilford sings the last part. "Awww he hung up on me... rude."

"How can you talk to him so casually? " You ask. "I mean he is evil right?"

"Dark? Pffff he's a big softy once you get to know him. Like a cuddly grizzly bear." Wilford laughs.

"... grizzly bears are not supposed to be cuddled..." You rather not get clawed up.

"But they look so cute and fluffy how can you not cuddle one. Trust me I know." He said matter of fact.

Before you can question him on that a poof happens behind you making you turn around. You find a portal in the middle of your house. It has a swirl of pink and yellow in a spiral constantly spinning. You have to look away from it as the spinning colors are making you dizzy.

"Well this was fun. Shall we schedule the next one for maybe Friday?" Wilford gets up and throws in the boxed food you both didn't touch into the portal.

"Ummm say what?" You look at him confused.

"I'm coming over again. Just thought I would give you a heads up this time." He chugs down the rest of this soda.

"Who said I will let you come over!" You get up close to him and poke his chest. "You sir don't get to come and go as you please here."

"But doesn't it make it more exiting to see when I will show up? The suspense will be killing you. I mean I am your favorite right?" He smiles at you so cocky.

You look away from him. "I mean sure but then again... I actually don't like the color pink."

Wilford scoffs and puts a hand over his heart like he has been insulted. " You wound me... Well now I have a mission. I will get you to love pink." He steps into the portal then looks back at you. "Til next time (Y/N)." The portal poofs and he is gone.

Wilford pops back into the ego house in the kitchen where the rest of the food he ordered is already on the table. He hears the others come around smelling the pizza. "See I got us pizza today. You can thank me later."

Dark comes in and looks at Wilford. "So this is what you were up to?"

"Yep. See nothing to worry about. O and a made a new friend." He said happily.

"Please tell me you didn't harass the people in the pizza shop again." Dark already gets ready to head out to clean up after Will.

"No this was something different. They are really interesting. I hope to see them again." Wilford grins.

"I don't have to deal with another restraining order do I?" Dark groans.

"No. Trust me. This one is fun." Wilford finds you very interesting and he wants to find out more about you.

[retrauxpunk]

tagged by @sardoniyx THANK U HUN XX 

when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?: I categorically Do Not have cereal. ...but it’s pretty much been milk in the past because i like the cereal much more than the milk.

do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?: i mean i think i did sometimes when cold weather was a novelty rather than the five-year-long winter that this current winter in london feels like 

how do you take your coffee/tea?: coffee with a shitload of sugar and milk and sometimes flavourings ... tea with milk and one sugar.

do you keep plants?: nah

what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?: writing (poetic prose/poetry if it’s a particular brand of romantic/romance-adjacent feeling) ... sometimes drawing

do you like singing/humming to yourself?: yeeeees

what’s something that made you smile today?: oh man. i haven’t had a good day. but something that made me INTERNALLY SMILE was this excellent message @cheapskate-bleeding-queer sent me :)

what’s your favorite pasta dish?: spaghetti/penne with GARLIC and CHEESE and sometimes CHILLI and (usually but not a necessity) a meat like chicken or cured meats, in a cream/egg sauce UGHHH GOD. also bolognese is pretty Rad. with heaps of herbs/spices. unghhhhhh

what’s your favorite eye color?: i don’t know if i have one? my first fave as a kid was green. i used to not think very highly of dark brown eyes (which i have) bc it’s basically never lauded in popular media etc but then i got crushes on a series of guys with dark eyes and now i see they’re PRETTY RAD TOO

what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?: peppermint/spearmint

what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks: SOCKS ARE FUN AND NICE AND WARM. I LIKE SOCKS WITH FUNKY/CUTE DESIGNS. wearing mismatched socks is FUN. socks that fit poorly are deeply bad. i don’t sleep with socks. i used to when i was a kid.

what’s your fave pastry?: anything with cheese and bacon. at work they have these cheese and bacon turnovers which are kind of puff pastry and they are the most fucking delicious thing ever every time i eat one i’m like jesus fucking christ how can something taset this good oh man

tell us about your pet peeves!: when people put their bags on seats on public transport and DON’T MOVE THEM when others approach to sit! when people sit on the outer seat of a two-seater on a bus/train and DON’T MOVE IN OR GET UP WHEN SOMEONE WANTS TO SIT! When someone is playing music through SPEAKERS in a PUBLIC PLACE and they are not some kind of busker/paid musician and especially if it’s shit music! people who roar down busy/populated/suburban/urban areas in EXTREMELY LOUD CARS AND MOTORCYCLES WHY? is this necessary? if it isn’t -- DO YOU FEEL REALLY SECURE ABOUT YOUR EGO? IS YOUR JUNK MONUMENTOUS? IS YOUR DICK SO BIG YOU CAN SWING IT ROUND LIKE A FIRE HOSE? also, fuckwits who open conversations with me by asking “excuse me, what part of china are you from”. if anyone presumes my ethnicity again (i don’t care if they’re correct) i’m going to make up some bullshit like “i am white, with a rare strain of jaundice” or just speak german to them and pretend i don’t know english at all.

think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?: a gold/enamel pendant that’s a disc with a hole in the middle that looks like a segmented colour wheel. i bought it in the Exploratorium gift shop in San Francisco, I was not having a great time and bought it to cheer myself up a bit? and i turned it into a symbol of overcoming unpleasant thought spirals or something like that, in my head.

do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!: i like the tom n toms chain in sydney. i go to the one in central or the one in town hall and i’ve been there so many times with so many people and have basically always had a great time, drinking the peppermint hot chocolate. many hours of bitching/moaning about my love life has been spent there. it’s been great. i was even there with an ex once but the place CANNOT BE RUINED because i’ve also been there with like all of my best friends. and it’s always a stellar experience. yum. also, brainwave cafe which was right near the design building at my uni. a cute aesthetic, nice food, and i love the proximity to my alma mater, and i had nice experiences at uni overall, therefore GOOD ASSOCIATIONS, etc.

do you trust your instincts a lot?: i did, but lately they seem to have gone on a leave of absence so ........... like ........... yeah i dunno.

what food do you think should be banned from the universe?: anything that necessitates inhumane/cruel slaughter or treatment of animals e.g. foie gras, lobster that had to be boiled alive, whales killed by being dragged through the sea by harpoons, those sadistic dishes from asia (don’t google if you don’t want to learn about actually graphic/disturbing mistreatment of animals)

do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?: records yes because i have a record player and kind of want to be a Vinyl Person because aesthetic and i hate having money apparently HAHAH. the last one i bought was Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life by The Wombats -- I preordered it -- there were a series of fiascos about the delivery but I think I’ll have it in my hands by the end of the week FINALLY 

think of a person. what song do you associate with them?: literally anything by the killers (you know who you are). Waiting For The End by Linkin Park reminds me of my first bf (though not in a bad way). 

do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?: yes, but i have very specific taste. i like Kelsey Rakes and a bunch of others whom I found on deviantART back when that was my life. 

what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever received?: a couple times i was regifted the gifts that i got those people in the first place HAHAH not a hug deal though

what’s winter like where you live?: currently london. from the perspective of a sydneysider, it is ....... ......... GREY. you wake up and if you have a commitment like work, you just push through. if you don’t and you’re in the house, you open the curtains and see how the light level inside basically doesn’t change and you think WHAT IS THE POINT OF BEING ALIVE. also in the middle of winter the sun literally sets BEFORE FOUR P.M. WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK. the cold isn’t too bad, but the lack of sunlight is depressing. on the other hand, mulled wine is nice.

what are your favorite board games?: INNOVATION, HANDS DOWN. i also really like Monikers.

is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?: i don’t think so ... sleeping, maybe?

are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?: in isolation they’re pretty cute and in movie context they’re funny but oversaturation/inappropriate usage makes them a little tiresome. also i read a tweet of minion smut and it was hilarious and i loved it.

are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?: i have one tattoo which is one half of a super dumb in joke/relationship meme that i came up with .......... so i want to get the second half at some point. it’ll be a couple inches square, on my right leg. i also want to get a big one on my upper arm of some kind of bird, in a bit of an industrial style.

are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?: i rather enjoy dadaism as a concept ... man there’s one i think is on the tip of my brain but i... can’t think of it ...? i like luminism. i like warhol and lichtenstein’s pop art. roccoco is fun. 

talk about your one of you favorite cities: y’know, i do like london. i love the shit-ton of theatres, the fact that musicians/performers ACTUALLY COME HERE, the WONDERFUL ABUNDANCE OF LIVE COMEDY, the fact i can go see studio recordings of TV shows, the PROXIMITY TO THE REST OF EUROPE OMG, the general aesthetic/vibe, the pleasant accents, the general feeling of safety/cleanliness. also you know what? SYDNEY. SYDNEY FUCKING ROCKS. the weather is beautiful, every fucking sydneysider who complains about sydney weather honestly doesn’t know shit. the harbour/seaside is GORGEOUS. there is a GREAT foodie/hipster cafe scene. it’s relatively clean and safe. it’s wonderfully multicultural. it’s lively but not too busy/crowded. (oh man the weather!!) ....yeah both are also crazy fucking expensive and i seem to hate living in affordable places haha kill me

where do you plan on traveling this year?: i don’t want to go anywhere. i know my family wants me to go to china but considering how my last trip went, i am Not Really Keen? but i probably should, to see the rellies

myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?: either INFP or INFJ i think? depending on the test, aries, ravenclaw/gryffindor

oh yeah tagging: @cheapskate-bleeding-queer @dandelionwyne @soapbubblepopper @whyteraven91 @watching-the-fire-dance @monkiponken @themythicalgarden + anyone who wants to do this ^_^

[lairofsentinel]

Rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people

tagged by @bluegrumps​

(I’m not tagging people)

— what was your last…

1. drink: mate (counts? it’s a south American beverage. I'm an alcohol-free peson)

2. phone call: My doctor, to make an appointment

3. text message: One of my friends (he is like a brother to me)

4. song you listened to: Dubstep _ Instrumental Core - The Angels Among Demons

5. time you cried: a year and a half more or less. When my father died.

__ have you ever…

6. dated someone twice: No.

7. kissed someone and regretted it: I regretted the relationship, because she used me, but no. I liked kissing my partner in all my relationships. (Or you mean outside a relationship? Never did that)

8. been cheated on: Oh... god. Twice. My first relationship, and my second and most meaningful one. The feeling of not being enough is horrible when this keeps happening like a habit. I have this certainty that my relationships will end in that way, always. 

9. lost someone special: Who didn't?.

10. been depressed: Since teenage. Ups and downs.

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Never

— fave colours

12. Black

13. Dark red

14. Brown

— in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: I guess I did. I think.

16. fallen out of love: No.

17. laughed until you cried: A couple of months ago. One of my friends is hilarious... he makes me laugh and cry at the same time.

18. found out someone was talking about you: No.

19. met someone who changed you: No. I changed because I had to pass an exam, and I acquired really good habits that I keep them.

20. found out who your friends are: No. I know long time ago.

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list: What? no. How specific this one is

— general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: 70%. The rest are online friends. I hope I can meet them personally. Eventually.

23. do you have any pets: My dog. She is called Maia.

24. do you want to change your name: Please, yes. I wish so much to change it... but Law is so binary, that never considered that option for us.

25. what did you do for your last birthday: Nothing. I try to make everyone forget my birthday.

26. what time did you wake up today: 3.45 am. Ughhh.

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Trying to sleep.

28. what is something you can’t wait for: Shadowhunters new episodes. And More Magnus Bane.

30. what are you listening to right now: The sound of the Void. Aka, silence.

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom: Never.

32. something that’s getting on your nerves: People full stopping in middle of the street just to watch their phones, while I'm walking super fast behind them, and bump them, and then they are upset. Like, Fucker!. You are the one in middle of the street watching if your useless social life means something to someone while you are burning my almost non existent free time that I have to waste in commuting! And YOU are the upset one!? FUCKER! (yeah, I get really an ass for that... because I'm all the fucking time bumping people doing this, and I spend more than 5 hours per day commuting and walking fast, trying not to waste MORE time than necessary. So, yeah, I become pretty a Golden asshole ever. But these assholes never use their brains to walk aside, stand in a corner, close to the wall, and THEN watch their phones.... Noooo, that's too much to ask)

33. most visited website: tumblr, facebook, email accounts.

34. hair colour: Dark brown. I want half of my kind-of-mohawk in red or blue... but never got the time to do ALL that work.... nou.

35. long or short hair: kind-of-Mohawk. More like Banehawk :D

36. do you have a crush on someone: No. I think. I never know if I have crushes anyway.

37. what do you like about yourself: My self-discipline. Hell, that's the only thing that kicks me all the time when I'm getting down and down with my depression. I love it. It’s like a military voice in my head, repeating:  “Are you fuckign depressed? No, not on my sight, get up, go ahead, fucking hell, DO your things, there is not time for softie bullshit, you are not going to stay alive if you don’t move your ass, asshole”. 

38. want any piercings: Maybe?. I don't know if I want one in my lip. Really I don't know. They look awesome in others... in me, I don't know.

39. blood type: 0

40. nicknames: Maco, Mako.

41. relationship status: Single and nostalgic for things that I know I will never have again (I know, it sounds dramatic, but it's true)

42. sign: Taurus

43. pronouns: They, them. Or mixing the binaries.

44. fave tv show: Currently, Shadowhunters.

45. tattoos: None. I want one that follows the arms muscles, but I never found a nice design. Something like Zevran has in his face, but over the arms, playing with the form of muscles.

46. right or left handed: right

47: ever had surgery: No. Soon I will have my surgery for my wisdom tooth :(. Fucking tooth.

48. piercings: Both ears. Fucking society.

49. sport: Martial Arts.

50. vacation: it means days without commuting.

51. trainers: ??? Jeff Cavaliere?. I mean, I watch his videos on youtube, not that he is my trainer..... what the fuck?. Or you mean the shoes?. I like trainers/snickers. I also like these kind of military boots.

— more general

52. eating: A lot. And everything too healthy. Among the non-healthy ones, ice-cream.

53. drinking: Water

54. i’m about to watch: Shadowhunters, tomorrow. Lot of Warlock Lore! :D

55. waiting for: Shadowhunters. In long term, to find a place where to belong (probably it will  never happen). In long-long term: to realise I'm immortal, so I can destroy the capitalism with just my immortality and my evil plan. (hey, dreaming is free)

56. want: to stop my disphoria. This year has been, and keeps being a monster set free in my mind.

57. get married: No. Never. What for? For being cheated on?. No, thank you. haha.

58. career: Physicist. I also would like to be a writer.

— which is better

59. hugs or kisses: uh.... Both.

60. lips or eyes: Eyes

61. shorter or taller: eh?.

62. older or younger: EH? I like to wear old clothings.

63. nice arms or stomach:  …. this is getting gore.

64. hookup or relationships: Relationships.

65. troublemaker or hesitant: Eh?. I'm not getting this part.... what?. Can anyone explain how I should understand this?. Is this about sex? Because... I don't have a clue what a troublemaker sex would be...... and thinking on it makes me develop the weirdest ideas ever....

— have you ever

66. kissed a stranger: No.

67. drank hard liquor: No.

68.turned someone down: Yes. 

69. sex on first date: No.

70: broken someone’s heart: How would I know?. But probably no. I mean, my ex told me I broke her heart, but, hey.... you cheated on me, so, I think that doesn't count.

71. had your heart broken: Deeply. Beyond healing.

72. been arrested: No. But police always looks at me as if they want me to arrest.

73. cried when someone died: Of course.

74. fallen for a friend: Yes.

— do you believe in

75. yourself: Yes.

76. miracles: No.

77. love at first sight: No.

78. santa claus: Pft. No!.

79. angels: hahahha. No. Well, I believein Shadowhunter’s angels (hahaha, I’m totally rotten in this fandom by now....)

— misc

80. eye colour: Brown.

81. best friends name: Not writing them. But I can write 3 names.

82. favourite movie: No, it's not Shadowhunters’. That was a disgrace. I have many favourite movies... but if I reduce the list to my fave film in the last year.... I would say Die Welle: The Wave. German film related to fascist behaviour and ideology. Loved it.

83. favourite actor: I'm going to be super obvious here, and considering I have no idea about actors and actress in general, I will keep myself in my current well-known area: Harry Shum Jr.

84. favourite cartoon: Natsume, Or Hosou, Or so many films of Hayao Miyazaki, or Mushishi.... no, man. I can't choose. Anime has so many wonderful gems.

85. favourite teacher’s name: Carmen

Tagging: Any person who follows me, and read this whole thing is invited to do it, and tagging me back so I can read too. :D