#i promise im not trying to make a habit of showing ghosts face

[bluegiragi]

post match interview.

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[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

i adore everything you write especially erwin like he’s my number one and u write him so well i keep coming back<3 would love to hear your thoughts on the different types of dates he would take you on :)) ty and i hope you’re well !!

Omfg I really needed to hear this today :( thank you so much💛 you're too kind.

Im so happy to hear that I'm write Erwin i a good way! I've actually been thinking about his character a lot! My Erwin posts actually get the least notes bc he's just underappricated, tho imma make sure to write him more from now on just for you 🥰

I actually really liked this request idea so imma split it in two part bc i don't wanna make a long post

Type of dates with Erwin PT.1 {pt.2 in masterlist}

{ Erwin x reader | tw: none | fluff, romance | modern }

{ "La Lettura" 1873 by Antonio Mancini 1852 - 1930 }

Ideal dates : these are dates he plans up ahead, makes sure they go smoothly and you're both are having fun. He really looks forward to these dates, they're like an event for him. He saves them up for important occasions like your anniversary, valentine's day, birthday, etc.

1. Romantic dinner by candle lights: he's a sucker for classics and romance cliches. Once a month or so, when you're both free. He'd make a reservation at a fancy restaurant, a secluded table with multiple candles and a nice view of the night sky waiting for you.

You'd both dress us, he'd be a gentleman all the way and open the doors for you, tell you how precious you look while kissing your hand. Maybe even a bouquet of fresh flowers if he's feeling extra.

The night would be spent quietly, talking while drinking wine as your food is getting ready. You two could talk together forever and not get bored, he also could listen to you talk about your passions all day.

At dessert time, he slowly falls in love with you again when you offer him a piece of yours, he'll gladly eat it off your fork. You hold hands under the table and he circles his thumb against yours.

When going home, he'd wrap his arm around your waist, your head on his shoulder. It's the perfect night.

2. Picnic near the lake at sunset, ends with stargazing: this usually takes place in spring or summer, maybe even autumn. When the weather is just perfect and the sky is just clear enough. You both prepare a basket before hand, he wears a light blue shirt to match his eyes.

You arrive around lunch time, having picked a nice place under a tree to shield you from the sun. The sound of children playing in the distance quieting down as time goes on. You both prepared each other's favourite food before hand.

It's around sunset when he wraps the blanket you bought with you around you, the wind having picked up. He kisses your forehead before pulling you closer to his side. You watch the sunset together as the ducks in the lake swim lazily around.

When it's completely dark, is when you finally lay down together, facing the sky. You point to a certain formation and he tangles his fingers with yours before guiding them to the next, he knows a lot about the stars. He shows you the fading ones who's only remains are ghosts of their pasts, he also shows you the newly formed ones who's light is just reaching us.

With your head on his chest, his calm deep voice talking about the stars and the warmth the blanket is offering, you fall asleep.

You wake up in the passenger seat on the ride home, glancing to the side you can see him driving with a smile on his face, he looks happy, relaxed even. You go back to sleep.

3. Going to see a musical together: it's one of the dates he really looks forward too, he's actually a huge musicals nerd but only his close friends know that. So what's better than mixing his favourite thing to watch with his favourite person? You!

He knows the tickets are expensive but he promises you it's worth the inconvenience, so you book two seats online.

When you arrive, you sit next to each other while the room is slowly getting filled. You can hear the actors getting ready off-stage but can't make out what they're saying. Erwin is next to you looking through the play flyer they gave and explaining the story to you.

That day, is the most day you've seen Erwin laugh from the depth of his heart. He'd look at you each time something really funny happens. Squeeze your hand a bit whenever an intense scene is happening. Bring your hand against his lips for a second when a romantic scene is happening.

He's just fully emerged into it. When you see the shine in his eyes, the way his lips curl up just a bit, is when you realise how beautiful Musicals are.

It becames a habit to visit one each year on his birthday.

4. Go to a museum or an art gallery: one thing you've learned from being with Erwin, is that he can turn the most boring things interesting. He just has a way with words and a matching deep voice to go with it, he could read the ingredients on the back of a shampoo bottle and you'd still listen.

Naturally, it was just a matter of time before one of you suggested visiting a museum. You pick a day when not a lot of people would be there.

He makes it fun, interesting and actually educational. You've been walking peacefully in long corridors with paintings and other forms of art displayed around each corner. He seems to have endless knowledge about each piece, telling you both a secret funny fact about it and a base knowledge.

The perfect tour guide, he encourages you to participate and even guess information based on the art and how it makes you feel. He smiles whenever you get something right and chuckles when you don't, it's a win-win situation.

5. Horseback riding: this one happens whenever you visit his parents who retired in the country side, they're really lovely people and seem to genuinely like you. Not to mention how Erwin just shows you off proudly to his parents like you're made out of pure gold.

It's a quiet small town that makes you forget about the city, the air is refreshing and the people are kind, the patries are delicious and the baker is kind. You two could get lost walking near fields of flowers for hours.

He assures you that you have all the time to try everything else, for now he's excited to show you something he's been doing since he was a kid.

The people at the stable seem to recognise him, even the horses are kinder to him than you. You're a bit jealous you won't lie, but he just guides through befriending a certain white horse with braids in it's hair. You even manage to feed them some sugar cubes.

You've underestimate just how tall a horse is, so now when faced with the option to ride on its back you almost back away. Meanwhile Erwin looks really natural and comfortable just getting on one, is this the same man who didn't know you could turn your phone screen sideways till you showed him?

So you end up sharing a horse, he wraps your hands around his waist and tells you to trust him, it will be okay. And just when a glimmer of hope rises in your heart that maybe this isn't as scary as you thought, that man somehow makes the horse go so fast it almost rivals the speed of sound, at least in your mind it did.

It's the most fun and adventures date so far, your heart is pumping by the end of the day as adrenaline runs through your veins. You're both panting and he seems like a kid on Christmas.

Thankfully his parents somehow foresaw this happening and prepared dinner for both of you while apologising for their son. Soon enough, they arm you with enough embarrassing childhood stories about Erwin for later use.

6. Visiting historical spots: it's something his father suggested to you both while you're getting the car ready to drive home. Soon enough you were discussing it while on the road and both of you seemed to be on-board.

It's an actually entirely different experience to see these places in person than in photos in school history books. Everything is so much bigger than you expected, so much older and all the details.

You can see all the different angles just by walking around, both of you seem to be entranced at just how strangely alluring it is to see this great build and know it's more than 500 years old, even Erwin seems to be lost for words for once.

The memories you made, the silly photos you took, the places you held hand and kissed in. It's all was just so lovely. And so it becomes a yearly tradition that you both save up for.

[muwur]

snapchat headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for using snapchat w ur boi toi ft. the pretty setter squad

❧ gn reader

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a/n: kinda a combo of how they use sc and the kinds of snaps they send you! along w wat u send them, and uh... dating stuf n shenanigans? texting/snapping habits? my fantasies? IDEK ANYMORE EOFHEFJ

this was born from the recesses of my mind , which desired nothing mor than snapchats from suga , us sending cute selfies , others bein dumb n chaotic , no context videos , n him snapping me photos of some mangoes on sale he said he’ll buy for me DXX it’s too late for me now

doing research on hq bois and surfing thru sc features (im just now realizing theres quite a bit?? im hoping i address most of them at some point lolol) instead of real life tings aHHhhhHAHA

requests: open! will be working on a suga one i got, dw, requester!

sugawara

✧ sends good morning and good night snaps

✧ so he’s rlly good at keeping streaks, probs has the longest ones (one of them being y’alls streak)

✧ posts tidbits of volleyball practice on his story every once in a while

✧ snaps you pics of his sleeping teammates when they’re coming back to school after a long day of matches , adding a single ‘❤️’ as a caption

✧ he will also create colorful masterpieces on all of them

✧ gives daichi a santa beard, tanaka a squiggly stache (i imagine it to look like spongebob n patrick’s seaweed ones now that were mEN), n kageyama sum angry brows,,, wait he already has them lolol u good der kags

✧ posts a picture of you when you’re hanging out, captioning it: “🥰“

✧ has conversations with you purely via snaps

✧ ranges from casual chats and checking up on u to crackwhoring ( ** indicates the photo, while the “” quotes indicate the caption, all snaps are italicized, otherwise its regular dialogue)

✧ suga: *peace sign* “hey sweetheart, how r u?”

✧ you: *pics of homework* “ahh, drowning in school ;-; i cant wait for this week to be over fghjkl”

✧ suga: *close up with :o on his face* “let’s study together tmrw!”

✧ or

✧ suga: *complete darkness* “its 3 am n i cant sleep”

✧ you: *the top half of your head, laying on a pillow* “ ;( aw babe. do u want me to send something to help u sleep?”

✧ suga: *still in darkness* “y u still up?? go sleep. n 🥺 yes pls”

✧ you: *snaps pics of feet* “that’ll be 50 bucks, pay up” 

✧ suga: *darkness remains* “can we make a trade instead? i promise to make it worth ;)”

✧ ok now u BOTH cant sleep (im sry my crackheading be acting up around 2am eeryday, i stan a mischievous suga--)

✧ video chats (in the darkness lol) instead until you both pass out (im not in luv u r 😭)

✧ super down to take filtered selfies w you

✧ does all the silly ones with you (things like ’angry face’ or the frog one)

✧ but also rlly digs lookin cute with you using some heart crowns, y’all an aesthetic (n crakhead) duo fosho

✧ def subscribes to life hacks and tries them out himself, has a 50% success rate

kageyama

✧ doesn’t rlly use snapchat too much

✧ but when he does

✧ will either send you a picture to indicate he’s at volleyball practice (wow wat a sexi lookin gym floor)

✧ or some random picture of whatever he’s doing at the moment (*drinking milk*)

✧ this is mostly in order to save streaks

✧ he’s so bad at streaks

✧ “why does it matter?? what’s the point of sending just black screens or whatever’s in front of you at the moment??”

✧ can’t keep a consistent streak for more than 3 days and also doesn’t care (until hinata challenges him to see who can have the longer one)

✧ when you send him videos of him playing, he really focuses on them to try to improve his technique. asks you to send those vids to him (assuming u saved them, which u did)

✧ but when you look over his shoulder when he’s watching a video and give him some compliment (“i recorded at the perfect moment! that was a really good set, kageyama!”), he gets a bit flustered

✧ gets even more flustered but pretty happy whenever you post videos on your story showing karasuno winning some points with captions like:

✧ “footage of the legendary quick >.>” or “karasuno crows flyin high!” or “these bois make my heart 😭 im so proud”

✧ you WILL catch him off guard in photos, using filters that surrounds his head w/ emojis like 🥺💖🥰💘

✧ you also put these on your story (to his dismay)

✧ ppl comment on these mor than anything else (n for those who dont rlly kno kageyama, theyre kinda surprised to him like this)

✧ hinata snickers “hey kageyama you look pretty good here--”

✧ takes some selfies with you, mostly cuz you want them

✧ saves them after u send them over (n secretly cherishes them)

✧ occasionally watches his subscriptions, they’ll usually involve sports, mostly volleyball (who woulda guessed)

✧ you use his bitmoji to test out random facial expressions you would never see him wear

✧ you: “can you smile and wink like this? act like you’re the obnoxious charming guy in a shojo.”

✧ will actually attempt, but it looks so bad that you die inside and he never wants to try again cuz of ur laughing outburst (you: “😭😭 bb im sorry i couldnt help it”)

oikawa

✧ literally sends you anything and everything

✧ morning bathroom selfie to show off how good his hair came out that day, saying:

✧ “he has risen”

✧ or “i woke up like this”

✧ and my favorite, “you’re lucky you get this content for frEE”

✧ selfies with iwa, who just looks annoyed and exasperated at the camera

✧ sends you pics of his lunch and snacks (“bet u wish u had milk bread too”)

✧ always packs extra milk bread so he could convince you to stay at his practice after school--

✧ FILTERSS

✧ I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENUF

✧ will either use the filters that make him kayooottt (cute)

✧ loves the ones named ‘hearts,’ ‘soft,’ ‘peach,’ ‘butterfly cheeks,’ vsco filters LOL, etc

✧ uses ‘big mouth’ when he feelin a bit sASSY; also loves to use this one when he rants, it channels his inner valley girl

✧ sometimes he’ll be snacking or drinking something while he does so (“hey guys today im gonna eat these milk buns from my favorite bakery and this bomb orange juice and complain about this little kid who talked smack to me earlier and almost made me cry--”)

✧ takes cute selfies with you, is an aesthetic selfie king, puts them on his story to show off he’s hangin with you

✧ but on your story you only post the ones he looks bad in LOL

✧ has separate stories for his every need, some r private (and lucky you, ur included in all of them)

✧ titles them ‘mean things iwa said to me today,’ ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ ‘a day in the life of oikawa,’ ‘volleyball 🏐,’ ‘unpopular opinions,’ etc. 

✧ fitting room photoshoots lol

✧ “y/n, what do you think of this??” “and this?” “oOH WHAT ABOUT THIS??”

✧ ends up calling you through video chat so you can live critique his choices

✧ “oikawa, please no, i can’t be seen with you in public if you wear those--”

✧ also changes his bitmoji’s outfits from time to time, hopes you’ll notice, but you don’t LOL (oikawa: ;((((((( )

kenma

✧ uses sc usually just to reply to messages ppl send him

✧ indifferent about streaks, but keeps a few with ppl he’s closer to

✧ mindlessly plays the snapchat games with you, finds some of them kinda cute

✧ you both made his bitmoji for him, dressing his up in the orange cat suit

✧ you also helped make kuroo’s and put his in the black cat suit to match--

✧ snaps you every time he gets a new game, starts playing it, and once he finishes

✧ started to post some gameplays and reviews on his sc story (might as well add them to sc since he was already on other social platforms), and ended up amassing a large following

✧ follows the tech and gaming stories on sc

✧ as well as the ones with cute animals--

✧ open to selfies with you, usually wears a calm expression and holds up a peace sign

✧ even occasionally sticks his tongue out

✧ his story is occasionally heavily bombarded with candids of him w/ pretty sc filters, all taken by you

✧ but of all the filters, you love using the clout glasses on him

✧ especially when he’s just minding his own business

✧ “kenma, in his tru habitat” when hes cocooned in a blanket

✧ “kenma, on his way to steal yo manz” while on his way to the bathroom

✧ “kenma, next iron chef. watch out gordon” as he’s cooking instant ramen

✧ “kenma” n das it

✧ but he thinks it meme-y so he lets you do whatever you want, kinda digs it

✧ you end up dedicating your snap story to memes of kenma and the nekoma volleyball team. ppl are in it for the shits n giggles n hot bois

✧ you later discover someone else did the same thing with their volleyball team filled with hot bois from shiratorizawa, and you befriend tendou and share funni internet tings

akaashi

✧ 99% of his photos include either you or bokuto or both

✧ bokuto spams akaashi’s story and contact list with selfies and videos of himself using weird filters, often gets you to join him

✧ has several streaks, but will send something with more substance than a black screen or his bedroom window

✧ will usually involve smthng that just happened to him or smthing he saw, like:

✧ “a kind older lady offered me some apples in return for helping her”

-or:

✧ “how do i break the news to bokuto that the yaikniku place he’s been wanting to go to for the past week ,,, is closed today”

✧ o n let’s not leave out:

✧ “is it possible to conjure a ghost using a wooden spatula, ketchup, and a chalk drawn hexagram? bokuto’s been paranoid ever since he tried last night and i dont know what to tell him. seriously, help”

✧ looks through stories occasionally, comments whenever bokuto makes questionable decisions

✧ also comments on whatever you’ve posted. his words range from “you’re cute” to “why,” depending on the content

✧ ppl know when y’all are hanging out cuz he’ll post smthing to indicate he’s with you, usually it’s some candid and you’re not paying attention

✧ appreciation posts for you as well! esp if you got him something, like onigiri or his fav, Nanohana no Karashiae , for lunch! (akaashi: *snaps a pic of his food* “thank you y/n for feeding me”)

✧ prefers video calling over texting/snapping whenever possible tho

✧ occasionally reminisces thru his sc memories

✧ enjoys the flashback feature and will send them to you and bokuto (cuz they’re about y’all anyway lolol)

✧ also has secretly saved a bunch of selfies of himself, consists of him trying out a lot of the filters (he feelin himself)

✧ you, one day, looking thru his phone and discovering them: “akaashi, you’re so pretty wtf”

✧ akaashi: “...”

koganegawa

✧ sends you selfies of him before practice

✧ during breaks

✧ and after practice, usually makes a comment about how it went for him that day like:

✧  “i hit a decent toss today and futakuchi actually complimented me!”

✧ that, or:

✧ “i got yelled at 17 times today 😢😩”

✧ has quite a few streaks, his longest ones being with you and hinata

✧ def uses filters

✧ tries out every funny one he finds and sends you videos

✧ “look y/n im an aaaaAALlliiEEENnnNNN oo oo hoo hhhooOOh”

✧ “now im a chicky nuggy!!” (chicken nugget)

✧ also enjoys the doodle feature

✧ but he uses the filter with the clout glasses unironically--

✧ usually when smth good happens to him and he feels happy and/or cool about it

✧ “just beat the boss in this game on my 69th try B)”

✧ “kogane, that’s--”

✧ plays sc games with you and thinks bitmojis r cool

✧ kinda sad he cant find a hair option that matches him tho lolol rip

✧ you: “you hair’s just,,, unique,,,”

✧ subscribed to anything sports and fitness, as well as pop culture so he can stay in the loop

✧ also watches everyone else’s stories, pointing out whenever he sees smthing cool and/or interesting

✧ “woahh, karasuno’s at nationals right now! i wish we could’ve won, but next year for sure!!”

✧ you encourage him at all his games, hyping him up irl and online

✧ “koganegawa: best setter 😍!!”

✧ luckily you didnt record the parts he completely messed up LOL

semi

✧ before going out with you, snaps you a pic of his casual outfit like:

✧ semi: “does this look ok”

✧ you: “babe you look great, tendou was just messing with you”

✧ will make unwanted appearances on tendou’s snap and complains to you about them

✧ “i didnt consent to being part of his meme page” and

✧ “okay, but he didn’t only have to share all the moments i messed up--”

✧ also indifferent about streaks but will do them

✧ sometimes sends snaps/streaks indicating he’s practicing his music

✧ when you see these you usually ask him to send you vids or if you can come over n watch

✧ initially is a bit shy about it but he loves what he does and you and knows you’re genuinely interested and supportive so he agrees

✧ secretly rlly enjoys having you as his personal audience

✧ lowkey into asmr, like the soap cutting shit as well as chewing crunchy things

✧ also watches food porn and clips of mukbangs, then can’t resist going on youtube and watching the whole thing

✧  “y/n, can we try this, it looks so good--”

✧ will also often watch oikawa’s stories, especially his ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ and makes comments about him being an idiot

✧  “this kid he’s talking about is a savage”

✧ but admits they’re quite entertaining

✧ just looks serious in all the selfies you take with him

✧ you: “can you look like you’re enjoying yourself?”

✧ semi: “i look cooler like this tho”

✧ sc memories filled with shenanigans from you and the volleyball team, doodles, and mirror selfies with him experimenting diff looks (you: “tendou, you got him way too concerned about this”)

✧ also enjoys showing off he’s with you, taking a short video of you when you hang out

✧ you: “semi, i look bad right now”

✧ semi: “but you can never look bad”

✧ you: “🥺 bb”

✧ viewers: “aw”

✧ shiratorizawa: “can he be this nice with us LOL”

shirabu

✧ his main mode of communication with you is mostly through the regular messaging app, so he doesn’t use sc too much

✧ also doesn’t care for streaks and is bad at keeping them

✧ will answer to you or his senpais rather soon tho

✧ but lets all his other notifications pile up a bit before finally going thru them

✧ goes through the snaps he receives really fast, spending like 2 seconds each to look at them cuz aint nobody got time for dat

✧ doesn’t even rlly open goshiki’s LOL

✧ you have fun using filters on him and taking videos while he’s just doing his own thing peacefully like studying

✧ it takes him a second to notice and when he finally looks up, he just gives you an exasperated look

✧ cue you cracking up with laughter bc the filter finally shows up on his face

✧ his eyes and mouth are now on mike wazowski

✧ that, or his face becomes so disturbingly moRPhed like an alien

✧ caption: “ken-chan, my future medical man 😍”

✧ “y/n, please, this is like the 7th time in the last 20 minutes--”

✧ finally convinced him to take a study break and hang out with you

✧ which usually consists of snacking and light banter while you lay your head on his lap

✧ and scrolling through snapchat stories and showing him what everyone else is up to and cool things you’re subscribed to

✧ “loooook, dr. miami’s doing another butt job! is this the line of work you’re studying so hard for?”

✧ “no, it’s really not”

✧ is actually very soft with you and likes having the photos and vids for memories

atsumu

✧ sends you snaps where his brother looks bad, captioning it:

✧ “this is evidence that im the hotter twin”

✧ likewise, osamu sends you snaps where atsumu looks even worse

✧ like, the mans passed out, looking rekt and open mouthed, drool seeping into his pillow

✧ osamu: “u still have time to break up with him”

✧ also lucky for you, atsumu also loves to take unflattering photos of you and send them to you randomly at like 2 am

✧ you: “nani tf when did you even take this??”

✧ usually posts a snap while he’s out somewhere like at a match, the gym, outside on a run, a party, or just hanging out with you or his frens

✧ however, makes sure you look good if you show up on his story cuz he wants to show you off

✧ doesn’t really care for streaks, but has a lott

✧ but also has a tON of unopened snaps

✧ is the type to send just a black screen n call it a day, or maybe spice it up by sending a pic of the sexi gym floor (a comeback) w his shoe in the corner

✧ will, however, consistently respond to you and kinda looks forward to ur snaps (secretly hopes you show ur face)

✧ but when you dont:

*in class*

✧ atsumu: *a smirk on his face* “your content’s kinda dry today” 

✧ you: *your sexi desk* “my nudez ain’t free, i demand compensation”

✧ atsumu: *grasped his chin in thought, but angled the cam up bc he needa hide his phone in class lolol* “what if i... take you out on a romantic excursion”

✧ you: * your face but with ‘sausage’ filter* “🥵🥵🥵🥵 yessir, what u want”

✧ rlly only wants to have pics of your face wat a closeted sOFTIE

✧ likes to have content on his flashbacks

✧ usually has other social media sources to keep up to date with things

✧ actually rlly digs using sc filters, mostly ones that’ll make him look like a queen

✧ captions a selfie of you two like: “me >>>>>>> y/n”

✧ but nearly everyone who comments on it is like: “i think you flipped the sign, bro 🤥”

✧ judges ppl who are into soap cutting asmr (you will never hear the end of it if you also like it)

a/n: sc kinda dying for me, my use went from suga to an atsumu to like nearly nonexistent LOL

also o gawd i already have ideas here n there for a pt 2 so stay tuned fjxnwfesd hope it takes me less long cuz this one took me fkin foreva LOL

idk y i made semi like mukbangs but i feel like he’d be rlly into them--

[realkingjjofwonderland]

i can’t sleep | bang chan x male!reader

pairing: bang chan x best friend male!reader

word count: 1102

description: (M/n) accidentally plays his favorite game for too long and manages to stay up all night, so his bestfriend, Chan, calls him on face time.

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a/n: hi so im setting this up to post later today but i wrote this after not sleeping all night so i’m sorry if it’s not very good. this is my first oneshot  after coming back and i wanted to write something fluffy. hope you enjoy!

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It all started with one innocent match of (favorite game). It was only 9 p.m., and (M/n) already knew he’d be up until at least midnight, so what could just one game do to hurt anyone?

(M/n) blinked slowly at the glaring numbers of his phone screen.

‘ 4:23 a.m. ‘

The answer was a lot, apparently.

With a soft groan, (M/n) tossed his phone onto his bed before turning off the game. He had two choices, either willingly stay up and accept his fate or at least attempt to lay down and get some rest. Memories of other sleepless night spent staring at the wall made it much easier to choose. “Why am I like this?” (M/n) mumbled to himself, making his way out into the hall.

Nights like this most often were spent working on (M/n)’s next project, but he had promised his best friend that he would take a break. They both were well aware of Chan’s own sleeping habits, but (M/n) had a weak spot for seeing him smile. ‘That’s cause you like him.’ (M/n) groaned at the thought, immediately dismissing it as if he wasn’t well aware of how correct his brain was.

He and Chan had been friends for what felt like lifetimes, which in reality was nearly eight years. (M/n) met him when they both had been trainees, and even after (M/n) decided he wanted to go into a different field, they never once lost contact. (M/n) tried to keep talking to a few of the other trainees, but most of them got too busy once they debuted and others ended up just not working out. But Chan? Chan always was making time to still keep a strong friendship between the two. (M/n) would smile every time he thought about those days, the messages Chan would send to keep him in the loop. 

Brring!

(M/n) jumped a bit, head turning toward the source of the sound. He didn’t remember leaving his phone sitting on the counter, but what got his full attention was the ‘1 new message from chanathan!’ that was beginning to fade away. “Oh no…” (M/n) mumbled to himself as he grabbed his phone. After messing up the passcode twice, (M/n) managed to navigate to his texts.

‘chanathan: you awake?’

‘(M/n): no’

‘chanthan: there’s a ghost on your discord then’

‘(M/n): sick vibes yo’

‘chanathan: you know, even if i wasn’t aware of how late/early it was, your texts are a dead giveaway that you haven’t slept’

‘(M/n): i hath been caught, what a pity’

A few minutes passed by without a response from Chan and just as (M/n) was ready to go back to zoning out, facetime popped up on his phone. (M/n) really shouldn’t have been surprised that Chan would want to see it with his own eyes, so he answered the call and put on the best smile he could. “Why hello chanstopher, how may I help you on this fine spring morning?” (M/n) spoke quietly as he headed back to his room, not wanting to wake his roommate.

“I would honestly prefer Chanathan over that anyday, wow.” Chan laughed softly, his camera barely showing his face as it was pointed toward the ceiling, as if he had his phone sitting on a desk. (M/n) had this confirmed when the lighting changed due to, presumably, a new page being opened. “So, what has you awake at this hour?”

“(Favorite game).” (M/n) chuckled as he shut his door, plopping down onto his bed before holding his phone up. “What about you?”

“I gotta get this song done before Jisung and Changbin are up.” Chan hummed out, adjusting his phone after so (M/n) could see his face clearly. “But I got sidetracked for a bit and when I saw you were up still I figured we could be awake buddies again.” 

“Are we gonna talk about the hypocrisy of you telling me not to overwork myself when you go and do that exact thing, or?” (M/n) tried to keep a serious face, but when Chan began to smile sheepishly he couldn’t fight back the grin. Chan’s smile was definitely contagious.

“I know, I know. I’m trying to be better about it.” Chan sighed out, his smile growing after as he turned his full attention to (M/n). “At least I got my best buddy with me though.”

“I didn’t know Berry was in Korea?” (M/n) gasped, smacking a cheek with his free hand. “I need to come meet her!”

“One, I was talking about you, two, just come with me to Australia next time.”\

If Chan had noticed the way (M/n) choked on nothing at that comment, he didn’t show it at all. Instead he just sat there with a big dumb grin in a big dumb hoodie and all (M/n) could think was-

“Is that my hoodie?”

Chan blinked a few times before looking down, cheeks beginning to flush as he realized it was, indeed, one of (M/n)’s shirts. “Oh, I guess it is, sorry I must’ve mistaken it for mine-”

“I would love to come to Australia with you.” (M/n wasn’t sure if it was the lack of sleep or the lack of brain cells, but after that the next thing to come out of his mouth was: “But only if I can come as your boyfriend.”

The two sat there in equally stunned silence. (M/n) was still struggling to process the fact that yes, he did just indirectly confess his feelings for Chan. Before he could manage to even pretend that it was a joke, Chan began to smile again. “Alright, but we have to have at least four dates between now and then,” He leaned forward with a smirk, placing his chin onto the palm of his hand. “When are you free?”

“...Are you being serious?” (M/n) mumbled out, sitting up with his camera pointed at the ceiling.

“Very, I’m free on Saturday if that works for you? You can come over and I’ll order food.” Chan’s smirk faded into a soft grin as (M/n) pointed his camera toward his face again. 

“I actually just confessed in the most dumb way possible, and now you’re asking me on a date?” (M/n) asked, trying to help his brain catch up fully.

“Seems to be the case.” Chan hummed out.

“...I can be there by like, 6:30 if that’s okay with you?”

[girloikawa]

because im convinced noah isn’t very fond of adam, here’s noah & adam headcannons for the soul:

deep in the night, when adam is studying atop st agnes, noah pops up. “you should go to sleep.” adam, very sleepy, “you should go to sleep” “I’m dead” “oh right”

noah wanted to make his own snow globe, so he recruits blue and adam for the matter. blue for the decorative sense, adam for the mechanical sense. in short, glitter gets everywhere, so blue goes to get something to clean it up with, adam and noah left alone. adam: “sorry for spilling the glitter, I forgot it was there.” noah, near blue so he was physically there, got up to hug adam. “you don’t need to apologize, I know it was an accident.” it really struck adam because he realized that someone else was how much he apologized for stupid things

before they could get close, though, they had this conversation:

“why are you scared of me,” adam asked. “I don’t understand you” “doesn’t mean you have to be afraid of me” “yes it does” “then...try to understand me”

at monmouth, the four boys are just hanging out, ronan listening to some angry music (adam assumed), gansey reading some history thing on the mannerisms of knights (adam assumed), noah staring out the window, and adam doing homework. noah grew bored, so he went over to adam. “do you need help?” adam just looked at him. noah said, “you do remember that I went to the same school as you” “yeah but...” “but I died?” “...yeah...” noah pulled out a chair, saying, “then teach me” so now adam was noah’s teacher for no other reason than it was a nice source of review and they happened to like each other’s company

this time, adam went to noah. he was in distress over ronan and his feelings for adam, and how adam didn’t know his feelings for ronan. noah sensed it by the look on adam’s face, so he said, “you’re freaking out.” adam slumped into the couch, no one was there except noah and him. “yeah, I’m...yeah” “why?” “ronan.” “oooooh, so you’ve noticed,” he laughed, “finally.” “how long have you known?” “since? the beginning???” “what?” “yeah. at first I was worried, you know, for ronan, but now...I’m not all that worried.” adam had no clue what he meant by that, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to, so he didn’t ask

“I don’t like how you don’t take care of yourself.” it come out of nowhere, like most things noah. “I don’t like you showing up in the middle of the night to scold me on my sleeping habits” “if you go to sleep now, I’ll come over half as much” “fine,” adam said, getting into bed. let’s just say, noah came back twice as much

now that noah was coming back more, he accidentally walked in on ronan on adam’s floor, both sleeping soundly. he left with a smile on his face

noah occasionally stops by at adam’s work. his justification was that he had nothing else to do. (“you could bother ronan, I know for a fact that he’s not doing anything” “but that’s boring too”)

once, “what’s your favorite color of glitter?” “as opposed to...my regular favorite color?” “oh thank goodness, you get it! yes! my favorite color is yellow, but my favorite glitter color is pink! when I asked ronan, he flipped me off.” noah definitely misunderstood why adam asked the question, but he wasn’t about to correct him, so he thought it over. “well, my favorite color is green, but I guess black glitter is pretty nice. yeah, black glitter.” noah smiled. “because ronan wears black?” “what- I- no-” “bye!” he disappeared, leaving behind a stuttering adam. “noah!

another time, “what’s this?” “that? oh that’s—that’s nothing! don’t worry about it!” “did you buy hand cream? good job taking care of yourself, adam, I’m so proud of you!” adam didn’t tell him the truth

and another, “I have a secret,” noah said. “really? you’re so...transparent.” bursting out laughing, noah continued. “okay, okay, nice ghost pun, but I’m serious. I have a confession to make.” adam was starting to get concerned. “what is it?” “promise not to get mad?” “yes, I promise” “okay, well...me and blue kissed” adam was surprised to say the least. “when?” “when you were together. pleasedonthateme. she was curious and she knew kissing me wouldn’t kill me because I’m dead so yeah sorry” it was a lot to take in, but all adam said was, “okay,” and it really was

after noah died, adam said to gansey, “he probably could’ve made a high score on the SAT, you know” and then he started to cry

[amhohwa]

「 headcanon questions | accepting 」 —asked by @holographic-confidence, @exhuntra, @gueyveloz, @diamondtrail, @kiiingkobra, @lovclythief, @paquectric, @illusionage.

016. WHAT IS HIS WEAPON OF CHOICE? in the arena, he likes a few different types of weapons. im also biased so he likes the weapons that i like since he’s my main LOL. ideal loadout is a volt smg + r-301 carbine, though he’d also be satisfied with r-301 + charge rifle or r-301 + longbow dmr.

for any reconnaissance missions or other outside-the-arena activities, he favors a silenced pistol and a data knife.

also, of course, using hack as a bludgeoning weapon. he likes doing that quite a bit.

019. IF HE COULD HAVE A SUPERPOWER, WHAT WOULD HE CHOOSE? time travel. :^)

023. WHAT DOES HE CONSIDER BEAUTIFUL IN OTHERS PHYSICALLY? movement and posture. there’s something about the way a person carries themself, whether it’s with graceful poise, a tall and strong posture, or a confident swagger that crypto admires. probably because he tries to make himself as unobtrusive possible, to move through the world without being noticed too much. others who can carry themselves with confidence, not caring if anyone is watching them—he finds that really beautiful.

024. WHAT DOES HE CONSIDER UGLY IN OTHERS PHYSICALLY? this is hard just because i dont think he really cares what a person looks like when it comes to attraction. he’s definitely a believe that ugliness is something that shows in you because of your actions and your personality.

bad breath and bad teeth are up there though LOL

025. WHAT DOES HE CONSIDER BEAUTIFUL IN OTHERS PERSONALITY-WISE? kindness and optimism, even when faced with really difficult or terrible circumstances. he finds it really admirable that some people don’t feel the need to harden up and close themselves off in response to their trauma and hardships.

026. WHAT DOES HE CONSIDER UGLY IN OTHERS PERSONALITY-WISE? blatant and extreme cruelty. like, yeah, he’s a huge dick himself and he can say some mean things at times, but he’s definitely not the type to revel in making other people’s lives hell for the fun of it and he’s disgusted by people who do.

027. WHAT IS HIS IDEA OF PERFECT HAPPINESS? right now crypto thinks he’ll be happy if he can clear his name, reunite with mila, and go home to suotamo and mystik. of course all of us know that is not a realistic dream and it’s never going to happen because he is unable to come to grips with the fact that he will never go back to his old life.

028. WHAT MAKES HIM LAUGH OUT LOUD? sadly nothing really does :/ it really would take a lot for that to happen. either some kind of unexpected funny thing happening or some kind of absurd statement or joke or something like that. crypto’s not a laugher, sorry 😔

029. WHAT SORT OF SENSE OF HUMOR DOES HE HAVE? on the surface? a very mean sense of humor. insults, ‘playful’ ribbing, calling everyone that’s not natalie an idiot, etc. he also enjoys sarcasm a great deal as well as deadpan humor just to fuck with people.

but he’s also not immune to a good pun (’data way,’ for example)

030. DOES HE BELIEVE IN THE AFTERLIFE? no, not really. he’s an atheist and doesn’t think there’s anything waiting for us after we die.

031. IS HE SUPERSTITIOUS ABOUT ANYTHING? not in the way this question is asking, no. he’s too much of a realist/left-brain for anything like that.

032. DOES HE BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? no (see above)

033. DOES HE KEEP HIS PROMISES? i feel like crypto makes very few promises to anyone he doesn’t trust because yes, he does actually try to keep them.

034. WHAT’S HIS VIEW OF LYING? big big fan of lying over here. love it, will do it until he dies, 10/10 because to him lying = security.

035. WHAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT RULE CRYPTO LIVES BY? trust nothing and no one.

038. WHAT BAD HABITS DOES HE HAVE? where to even start! LOL 

he has a plethora of bad habits. some of the more obvious are:

not getting enough sleep/pushing himself to stay up all night

not eating consistent meals

vaping

overworking

but then there are some less obvious ones like pushing people away, freezing people out, distrusting EVERYONE, and all his other little paranoid habits like:

scanning everyone who comes to his home for weapons

setting up surveillance cams around places he frequents

not eating food made by others/that doesn’t come in a sealed container

maintaining a minimalist lifestyle specifically because he will have to run again in the future

crypto is an unhealthy mess!

039. WHAT DO THEY THINK IS THE WORST THING THAT CAN BE DONE TO A PERSON? hmmm this is a hard one. because there’s the very obvious answer of, like, being tortured or assaulted and really terrible things like that but maybe those things go without saying. so in his opinion, the worst thing that can happen to a person is becoming completely stripped of their identity. it is so alienating and othering to have who you are at your core foundationally upended 

046. HOW DOES HE HANDLE GETTING SICK? like most things, crypto doesn’t handle it much at all LOL. once he realizes he’s getting sick he pushes himself through it as much as he possibly can to keep working/fighting/whatever until he physically collapses from it, whether that’s literally fainting or just falling into bed at night and waking up the next morning too sick to move. then he just lays there and hopes it passes quickly. he is horrible at self-care

049. HOW DOES CRYPTO FEEL ABOUT GROWING OLD? this is maybe a little morbid but crypto doesn’t have many feelings about growing old at the moment because he doesn’t think he’s going to live to being an old man. either the Syndicate is going to kill him or he’s going to die trying to take them down

050. HOW DOES CRYPTO FEEL ABOUT HIS OWN MORTALITY? he accepts his own mortality, and even if he’s not happy about it and even if he will fight it with gnashing teeth and claws, he accepts that he is going to die, probably soon. he’s just working to try and make it so that isn’t a thing that happens

051. IF HE KNEW HE WOULD DIE TOMORROW, WHAT WOULD CRYPTO DO TODAY? send a letter to mystik. try to get a message to mila. then he’d come up with some elaborate plan to try and really fuck things up for the Syndicate. sure it probably wouldn’t matter in the long run since they’re a huge conglomerate and have so much power but he can at least get some people thinking. so something like taking down a big rig of theirs or even just fucking up one of the arenas. something like that

068. HOW STRONG IS CRYPTO’S SENSE OF RESPONSIBILITY? WHAT KINDS OF THINGS TRIGGER IT? hmmm i think crypto has a strong sense of responsibility, just generally speaking. like he keeps his living space neat and does his work on his own time and puts forth effort in the game and all that stuff. he is a very hard-working and dutiful person. i don’t think there’s anything that really ‘triggers’ it either because it’s either he does these things, or he doesn’t, but the only person who cares if he does or not is himself.

072. IN A DUNGEONS & DRAGONS GAME, WHICH CLASS WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE? i’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about this. if he was playing as a character, crypto would be a Divination Wizard for a couple of reasons. first and foremost being that of course he would get access to spells that rely all around foresight and knowledge and that’s what he’s all about—knowing more about everything going on than anyone else. he’d also favor spells that deal lightning damage. the second reason is that the main stat for wizards is Intelligence and u know he’s gotta have that 20 INT babey.

in my D&D au, though, crypto is a multi-classed Divination Wizard and Inquisitve Rogue. started out as a divination wizard as tae joon but then took up some rogue-like skills after going on the run. i picked Inquisitive Rogue because they’re all about perceiving little details and stuff like that. i know that’s more WIS and less INT but it suits crypto imho.

074. WHAT IS CRYPTO’S FAVORITE GAME? sorry in advance that im not going to pick just one. he likes a lot of different kinds of games, but i think his favorite kinds are horror games, games of strategy, and fighting games. so, stuff like detention, dead space, cultist simulator, portal, tekken, street fighter, etc.

078. HOW EMOTIONALLY STABLE IS YOUR CHARACTER? heeeeeee is not LOL. i mean, the reason he keeps such a tight grip on his persona and his emotions is because he’s like one misstep away from a total meltdown. he’s never properly grieved or mourned about what happened to him and having to go on the run, and now he can’t show any kind of emotion because that equals some kind of weakness or chink in the armor.

but under that armor he feels things INTENSELY. everyone gets on his nerves so easily, and everything that’s happened to him in the games so far is piling on: being framed as the mole, having to tell natalie his name, and now pathfinder/caustic. and thats not even touching on his crippling paranoia. it’s a lot from him and he is barely keeping it together. he’s just good at hiding it.

even so, it manifests in all the little ways, right? so like how he cant even enjoy a meal without wondering if it’s poisoned, his inability to sleep through the night, how he has to scan even pathfinder for weapons when he comes into his house. crypto is an mental and emotional disaster

085. DESCRIBE HIM IN THREE WORDS. stoic. resilient. paranoid.

087. HOW WOULD CRYPTO DESCRIBE HIMSELF IN THREE WORDS? genius. prepared. determined.

[bound-writings]

Lemon and rosehip tea for Kou please 💖

BABEY TIME!!! (also guys i promise i’ll get to ur requests soon,, ive been sitting on my ass all day watching anime im sorry-)

tea prompts here!

Kou - Lemon And Rosehip Tea

(kou when he sees you^)

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

Mornings with Kou are very fuzzy, sweet, and slow. Teru probably goes to school quite early, leading to Kou being forced to do the same. And let me tell you, despite being so energetic during the day, Kou is a complete mess in the mornings. Half lidded eyes with the wildest bedhead you can see from a mile away. Kou is just head empty no thoughts. Of course, it’s your job to snap him out of this fuzzy state.

Ever since he met you, he’s gotten into the habit of skipping eating breakfast at home, as he’d rather eat your homemade one or pick something up at a store, walking while talking to you. It’s just something peaceful he enjoys, munching on your cooking still half asleep. A good morning spent with you leads to him changing into his normal happy go lucky self.

Kou likes to sleep in. So, if you have any sleepovers with him (which you will, who tf wouldn’t want to cuddle with this bb) get comfortable because he won’t let you leave his arms for a while. If you do wake him up, he won’t really get mad because it’s impossible for him to get mad at you. He’d just kinda stare at you and blink a few times, admiring your beauty, while tightening his grip on you, while muttering something about you staying. He wants this moment to last longer, Kou drinking in your presence and the feeling of your warmth against his.

“(Name)... it’s still early…”

“Kou Minamoto, it’s 12:24!”

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

Kou really does try to be romantic but in the end, he somehow manages to mess it up. Rather, the times he is romantic is when he’s not trying to be. Holding the door for you, walking you home from school every day, Kou always offering to carry your bags for you. Kou always tries to protect you from any evil spirits and from Hanako’s flirting (he gets very heated at that.) Without him even trying to be, Kou is very endearing in his own way.

Kou is quite affectionate! It takes a while for him to get used to the fact ‘wow I’m actually dating such a cool and amazing and pretty person and they actually want to hold my hand???!’ So yea, once he realizes you actually want to have physical contact with him, he’s game!! He blushes incredibly whenever you make the first move. Hell, even when he initiates it, he’s bright red! He tends to hold your hand a lot, it’s quite soothing for him to feel your small one in his larger one and makes him feel like he’s protecting you. He also tends to do it while yelling at Hanako because you’re the only thing keeping him from punching that perverted ghost at this point. In private, he’d try to be a bit bolder by attempting to kiss you on your cheek or forehead!

Kou likes to cook you meals as well. As soon as he finds out your favorite food, he rushes home and is in the kitchen trying to make it. He just loves to make you happy! Eating lunch on the rooftop or some other quiet place, believe it or not, is one of his favorite things to do with you. Watching your face melt with pleasure as you praise his dish makes him go 🥺.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Love Me Less

A/n: This was up on Patreon a week before I posted it here, I release fics around a week early over there and have some Patreon exclusive drabbles, fanart, so feel free to check it out at my Patreon. Commissions are also always open. I’m going to be doing profiles and such for characters here too, so stay tuned!

Summary: Jimin is an undercover cop, and you know he’s lying to you. But he’s trapped in a huge mess, and he doesn’t want you in the crossfire. Multifandom Mafia AU (BTS, EXO, Got7)

Warnings: Some violence, mention of drug use, angst

Word Count: 2892

Jimin winces when the door shuts too loudly, but it doesn’t matter anyway, because you’re sitting at the kitchen table and there’s a bag packed by your feet and his heart sinks to his toes. Suddenly he’s so tired he can barely hold his head up, and you’re looking at him warily and he can’t help thinking about how this all started.

Jimin couldn’t help but notice you bartending at this little place near the freeway, a dive bar called the Dirty Dozen and owned by Min Yoongi, who was well known for playing all sides of the game, letting certain gangs drink free depending on who owned the area that month. He’d been trying to blend in, trying to be just another thug ordering soju from you, but he couldn’t help catching your eyes when you brought him a drink in these little cut off shorts, asking you about the tattoo on the long line of your thigh.

It’s second nature, flirting with a bartender, especially one that looks like you, and your easy smile made the two years he’d already been undercover seem just a little bit lighter. It’s fun and casual and easy, and he tells himself it’s just for intel, buying you soju so that your tongue gets looser, maybe you’ll slip out something about Kim Yugyeom since he was always hanging around you at the bar.

A month later, he has a drawer at your apartment and he’s spending four nights a week there, barely making it out of the house to meet with Namjoon and Hoseok because he just can’t stop kissing your upturned mouth.

Hoseok gives him a wary look the sixth time he shows up with your nude lipstick on his collar, and throws a few pictures on the interrogation table. Jimin only glances at them, sees they’re mostly of you with those long thighs draped over his lap at the bar, and looks up at Hoseok expectantly.

“What? You gonna tell me you never got some strange while undercover?”

Hoseok shrugs, sits down across from him, slumped in the chair a bit, legs spread wide.

“Sure. But that’s not what this is, and we both know it.”

Jimin leans back in his chair, smirking a little, putting his hands behind his head. He hasn’t even seen Jung in a couple of months, not since he’d given him the poke and stick “Nevermind” across his ribs, telling him if he’d be telling people that he’d done time, no one would ever believe he got away without a mark.

“It’s not? You know something I don’t?”

“I know you’re spending an awful lot of time at her place.”

Jimin shrugs. “That Yugyeom kid from the Im gang is sweet on her. Sometimes he tells her stuff.”

“Yeah? You think he’ll keep doing that after you threw him up against the bar wall last night?” Hoseok says, deadpan, and Jimin laughs a bit.

“What can I say? I’ve always been a bit territorial.”

“Just tell me you aren’t getting too deep, Jiminie,” Hoseok says, softly, and Jimin loses his smile, sighs and places his forearms on the table.

“Maybe I am. I don’t know. It’s hard to tell, Seok. At first it was just a pretty smile and long legs and intel, but now… I’ve been in this what? 18 months now? It’s easy enough to believe a street kid from Busan chose a different path. Hell, sometimes I believe it myself.”

Namjoon comes in, then, with a huge file, and Hoseok groans.

“Fun’s over. Christ, look at that paperwork.”

“It’s good news,” Namjoon promises, throwing it down on the table with a thud. He looks as if he’d had one too many late nights, his white button up wrinkled and stained with coffee, hair mussed and too long at the collar.

"Good news?" Hoseok looks skeptical.

Namjoon slides a photograph out of the file and flashes them at Jimin.

"This is your girl, yeah?"

Jimin stiffens a bit. It's you, all right, piggybacking on this muscle pig's back, he'd recognize those legs anywhere.

He nods. "Who's the beefcake?"

"Lee Hoseok. He was high up in Hyunwoo's crew until he went ghost a couple of months ago. Everyone thought he was dead along with Hyunwoo, but turns out both of them have been in lock up over in Daegu. Turned themselves in, been ratting out all their friends for weeks. We just got the file."

Jimin groans. "So you're telling me the crew I've been trying to bust for a fucking year and a half just rolled over? Just like that?"

"Just like that," Namjoon agrees, but he's rifling in the file again and Jimin knows there's more.

He slides a photograph across the table to Jimin.

Jimin looks it over curiously. The guy is tall, lean but his suit is expertly tailored and there are muscles there, for sure. His first undercover stint had been in an underground fight club and he hadn't broken the habit of sizing people up. Probably not too strong, but fast, likely, well balanced. His hands look manicured so he probably didn't get his hands dirty, and that suit…

"New player? Family ties, I'd guess?"

Namjoon nods. "Good eye. He's Kim Junmyeon's cousin, and mostly we'd dismissed him because he stays quiet, to himself. Lately he's been seen with Do and Zhang, though, and the rumor is that he's up to take over for Kim."

"He looks young," Jimin muses. He's handsome, full mouth, charming smile.

"He's only a few years older than you. We'd expected Minseok for next in line but he's been in the spotlight so much, been arrested five times this year. This kid... Jongin... he's clean. No record at all."

Jimin throws the photograph down on the table. "What's this got to do with me?"

"Turns out he drinks at your girl's bar. Not only that, Min says he tips double when she serves him."

Jimin frowns. "Min's giving intel again?"

Hoseok snorts. "Yoongi would sell out his own mother for a few thousand won."

Namjoon nods, his eyes going wide and bright like he gets when he's chasing something.

"Your girl has all the connects. She used to live with this Lee Hoseok and now someone from Im's crew and Jongin have the hots for her? You've gotta stick with her."

"She's popular," Hoseok grins, and Jimin wants to punch him in his perfect teeth.

"So you brought me in to tell me to use my girlfriend for intel?"

"Oh, she's your girlfriend now?" Hoseok teases, but Jimin ignores him.

"She's got ties to three of the major players in Seoul, Jimin. You know how to pick em."

Jimin leaves soon after, popping the collar of his leather jacket against the wind. He's pissed off, having them tell him to stay with you as if he'd ever had any intention of leaving.

Hoseok was right. He'd been in over his head since the moment you'd smiled at him and now that he knew you lived and worked in a snake's den, it made panic claw up his throat to think that he couldn't protect you.

First, Kim Yugyeom with his predator's eyes and wolf's smile and now the fucking future head of the Kim crew?

Jaebeom and Hyunwoo were small potatoes compared to Kim, dabbling in carjacking and marijuana mostly.

Kim had his fingers in all the pies, heroin and cocaine smuggling, black market guns, whores, every crime you could think of, they were committing...and most of them got away clean.

Only a couple of them even had records and it was for petty shit like battery or simple assault.

Jimin would have stayed with you anyway because of the way he felt waking up with your long leg looped over his hip, the way you'd grumble and tuck your face into his neck in the mornings.

But now? He had to make sure you were safe, no matter what that meant for him.

It's less than a month later when everything falls apart for Jimin, and he can't tell you a single word of it.

Jimin manages to track this low level crew boss, a foreign kid, not even 21, goes by Lucas to an opium den.

He catches him outside the abandoned building, has the arrest warrant based on pictures and intel already. There's no one in the alley so Jimin cuffs him on the spot as he whines in protest. Then he hears a familiar verse and drops the kid on the ground, cursing.

"Well well well," Yugyeom drawls. "Park Jimin the piglet. I can't fucking believe it."

"Don't fucking try me, Kim. I could bust you right now."

"Bet you won't. Bet you won't want that pretty little thing of yours knowing how clean you really are, yeah? She wouldn't like you as much."

Yugyeom is grinning, eyes glassy from alcohol or weed or god knows what and he's getting closer to Jimin.

"Don't-" Jimin warns, already instinctively spreading his legs, in a fighting stance while barely realizing it.

"Baby likes it dirty," Yugyeom continues. "She likes to slum it, I should know."

Jimin's hands are itching to clock him, right on the chin because Yugyeom isn't protecting himself at all, too drunk or stupid to block, but he waits for him to get closer.

Yugyeom is tall and lean, has a higher center of gravity and the closer he gets the better, and they always do, the tall ones, think because they tower over Jimin they have the advantage.

But they're easy, always go high, swing wide without protecting their middle and when Yugyeom swings, Jimin ducks and punches him in the gut, a sharp jab that takes the younger man's breath.

While he's gasping for air, doubled over, Jimin grabs him, swings him around and puts a knee in his lower back, taking him to the ground easily.

Yugyeom is still laughing and Jimin presses down on the back of his neck, grinding his face into the gravel.

Lucas is staring wide eyed at them, having turned over on his side, but Jimin ignores him.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" Jimin growls, and Yugyeom's snorts, blood spurting from his nose when Jimin presses down harder.

"Now I get to do whatever I want. You can't fucking touch me."

Jimin's heart sinks and he hauls them both into the station but of course, Yugyeom is right, he sings like a canary and now he's an informant and Jimin can't touch him with a ten foot pole.

Now instead of shoving him into the bar wall for palming your ass when he slips a tip into your back pocket, Jimin has to grit his teeth and ignore it.

Jimin buys a ring after nine months, keeps it in a sock in his underwear drawer because he can't get down on one knee when he's lying to you.

He starts to drink more than he should, stays out too late because he can't bear to come home and lie to you about where he's been.

The third or fourth night he gets home and you're already asleep, you wake when he plops down clumsily on the bed, turning over and trailing your hand across his chest.

"Baby," you murmur. "What's wrong?"

There's something stuck in his throat, all the secrets he's been keeping from you and he snakes an arm around you, squeezing you tight.

He can't bear to say "nothing" because that'd just be another lie so he tugs you on top of him and kisses you silent.

When he's got you flipped onto your back, buried inside you, he says the one thing he can, the one truth he can tell you, over and over.

"I love you, jagi. You know I love you, yeah?"

But of course, love isn't enough.

He ends up here anyway, with you looking at him with hollow, wary eyes.

"Jagi-" he starts, but you cut him off.

"Is there someone else?" You ask, your voice low and shaking.

Jimin scoffs. He's barely noticed other women even exist since you'd come into his life, but when he puts himself in your shoes, he supposes it isn't a far stretch.

"Not since the moment you smiled at me, jagi," he says earnestly, and your face softens.

"Then what is it? What's going on?"

You stand up, come around the table to wrap your arms around his waist and Jimin wants so badly to tell you everything, to pour out all the secrets that burn like acid in his throat.

"You're leaving me," is all he can choke out, his voice hoarse, and you sigh and rest your forehead against his chest.

"I don't want to," you admit, locking your hands at his back.

"Then don't. Jagi. Y/n. Please don't."

You shake your head against his chest and Jimin's heart cracks right down the middle when you look up at him, tears standing in your eyes.

"All you have to do is tell me the truth."

His throat works and you sniffle.

"Jiminie...please. I don't care what it is. We'll work it out just...just tell me."

He feels tears rolling down his face and he doesn't bother to stop them.

"Please," he pleads, and you release him, put a hand on your suitcase and Jimin wants to rip it from you, throw it across the room but all he can do is stand there and watch you, a sob catching in his chest.

He can't watch you leave, stands with his back to you, and when he hears the door close behind you, quiet and anticlimatic, something inhuman rips from his chest and he grabs onto the back of the dining room chair when his knees give out.

Jimin lets himself wallow, turning off his phone so that he doesn't call to beg you to come home, crying into your pillow because it smells like your shampoo, going only as far as the corner store to replenish the soju he replaces all his meals with.

It's Hoseok that finally nearly breaks down his door and Jimin stumbles to the door and jerks him inside, rubbing at the stubble on his chin and blinking at him blearily.

Hoseok looks around at the bottles of soju littering the table and Jimin gives him a look.

"Don't, Jung."

Jimin expects him to berate him, tell him he was stupid for falling in love and losing all their intel, but he doesn't.

Hoseok just puts a hand on his shoulder, pulls him into a hug, and Jimin can't stop the tears that are always so close to the surface.

After Jimin is sniffling instead of sobbing and Hoseok has gathered all the bottles to throw in the garbage, he sits down at the kitchen table.

"Jimin...I came to tell you something."

"Fuck," Jimin mumbles, rubbing a hand across his face and taking a long sip of the glass of water Hoseok had brought him.

Hoseok nods. "Jongin is spending four nights a week at the Dirty Dozen."

"Let me guess," Jimin says tiredly. "Only the nights Y/n works."

"Bingo. Joon has been going in your absence, he's gotten close to the other bartender. Y/n is living with her and Joon says…" Hoseok pauses and Jimin drops his forehead to the table.

"Just spit it out, Jung." He says miserably, keeping his head on the table.

"Joon says Y/n went home with Jongin a couple nights ago."

Jimin had been bracing himself for what his friend would say next but he hadn't been prepared for this, how it took the very breath from his lungs.

"No," he wheezes through the pinhole that has become his throat. "No, he's wrong, it's only been a couple of days, she wouldn't-"

"You've been mia over two weeks, Jimin," Hoseok says softly.

Jimin gasps in a breath, lifts his head.

"We've got an unmarked car following her. We'll watch out for her, you don't have to-"

Jimin barks out a bitter laugh. "Shut up. Just shut up, Seok. Of course I do."

Hoseok sighs and nods. "I told Joon you'd say that. Word of advice?'

Jimin looks at him.

"Shower first."

So Jimin ends up right back where he started, sitting at a table at the back of The Dirty Dozen breathing in the fog of tobacco smoke and the errant joint, watching you walk toward him with a bottle of soju and a shot glass.

"Hey," he says dumbly, and you give him a ghost of your easy smile that makes his heart skip.

"Hey, Jiminie. Long time no see."

You pout the shot and go to leave but Jimin takes your wrist.

"Ah, leave the bottle."

You frown at him, and he wants to tell you he has to stay a certain level of drunk so that he doesn't beg you to come home, break down when Jongin inevitably shows up and arrest him the second he smiles at you, to keep the steady ache in his chest just numb enough.

You leave the bottle, though, going back behind the bar, and sure enough, Jongin has already slipped in while Jimin was distracted, leaning across the bar with a big smile.

Jimin takes in a shaky breath and downs the shot, thinking he had a lot of long nights ahead of him.

[lykkefm]

            hello   my   lovely   humans      !      it’s   lina   ,   back   again   w   another   muse   bc   lbr   i   have   no   self   control   n   u   deserve   better   than   the   piece   of   trash   that   is   atlas      !      so   ,   i   hereby   introduce   u   to   my   entirely   new   bby   aka   lykke      !      it’s   the   first   time   i’ve   played   a   muse   like   this   so   pls   bear   w   me   angels   while   i   figure   her   out   adkjfgkn   but   if   u   would   like   to   plot   ,   pls   hit   that   ❤️   or   if   u   prefer   msg   me   on   my   discord   @𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧’𝐬   𝐫𝐞𝐝   𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖊#0369      !

chicago’s   very   own   𝐥𝐲𝐤𝐤𝐞   𝐳𝐚̈𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫   has   been   spotted   on   madison   avenue   driving   a   𝐛𝐦𝐰   𝟐   𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞́   ,   welcome   !   your   resemblance   to   𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆   𝒔𝒌𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓   is   unreal   .   according   to   tmz   ,   you   just   had   your   𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲   -   𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡   birthday   bash   .   your   chance   of   surviving   new   york   is   uncertain   because   you’re   𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬   ,   but   being   𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐱   might   help   you   .   i   think   being   a   𝒍𝒆𝒐   explains   that   .   3   things   that   would   paint a better   picture   of   you   would   be   𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩   𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬   ,   𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫   ,   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬   𝐨𝐟   𝐚   𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬   𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭   .   (   𝒎𝒚   𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔   𝒊𝒏   𝒂   𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏   𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅   𝒊𝒏   𝒎𝒚   𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔   𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒚   )   &   (   𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎   +   𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛   )

:   /   /   𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔   .

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋   𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄   :   lykke   (   happiness   ,   good   fortune   )   freja   (   lady   ,   noblewoman   )   zähringer   (   i   couldn’t   find   a   meaning   but   it’s   probs   smth   Schmancy   )   .

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒   :   alright   listen   ,   ,   her   parents   chose   her   name   so   it   wouldn’t   b   shortened   so   !   have   fun   w   this   !

𝐀𝐆𝐄   :   twenty   -   four   .

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘   :   august   3rd   .

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂   :   leo   .

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑   :   female   .

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒   :   she   &   her   .

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋   &   𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂   𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   :   pansexual   &   panromantic   .

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘   :   american   .

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘   :   caucasian   (   danish   &   american   )

𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐒   :   the   astrophile   ,   the   paracosmist   ,   the   aquaphile   .

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   :   former   olympic   swimmer   ,   currently   a   lead   actress   in   netflix’s   fiercer   things   .

𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇   :   10   million   dollars   .

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒   :   adaptive   ,   affability   ,   benevolent   ,   creative   ,   compassionate   ,   dependable   ,   enthusiastic   ,   honest   ,   merciful   ,   open   -   minded   ,   sincere   .

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒   :   absentminded   ,   ascetic   ,   breezy   ,   competitive   ,   dreamy   ,   earthy   ,   emotional   ,   predictable   ,   questioning   ,   whimsical   .

:   /   /   𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔   .

deep   conversations   ,   loose   hair   ,   the   constellations   of   a   cloudless   night   ,   messy   ponytails   ,   bare   feet   in   the   mornings   ,   half   finished   mugs   of   coffee   ,   music   through   iphone   speakers   ,   the   smell   of   rain   in   the   air   ,   tangled   hair   ties   ,   half   used   tubs   of   hand   cream   ,   rolled   up   sleeves   of   an   oversized   sweater   ,   dogeared   pages   ,   paint   stained   jeans   ,   an   unchanged   bedside   clock   ,   warm   tea   ,   good   books   ,   soft   pillows   ,   blinking   neon   lights   .

:   /   /   𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚   .

           as   the   daughter   of   a   well   -   known   danish   director      &      a   world   -   renowned   american   makeup   mogul   ,   lykke   was   born   into   a   world   of   luxury      &      a   world   full   of   endless   possibilities   .   she   had   ,   essentially   ,   the   whole   world   resting   on   the   palm   of   her   hand   .   raised   in   chicago   ,   but   bouncing   between   her   family’s   permanent   home   there   to   the   residence   they   owned   in   los   angeles   was   difficult   ,   but   as   the   youngest   of   four      &      a   child   who’s   mind   was   constantly   buzzing   with   ideas   ,   lykke   didn’t   mind   .

her   upbringing   was   relatively   relaxed   .   her   parents   ,   who   had   busy   lives   as   it   was   always   tried   to   make   time   for   their   children   ,      &      as   their   oldest   began   to   disperse      &      follow   their   own   path   ,   lykke   was   left   alone   most   of   the   time   .   she   didn’t   mind   ,   however   ,   because   with   alone   time   came   more   time   to   let   her   imagination   run   wild   .   she   was   always   a   creative   child   ,   always   thinking   that   believing   isn’t   seeing      &      so   the   thought   of   adventure      &      it’s   endless   possibilities   was   enthralling   to   her   .

she   was   young      &      free      ;      she   had   a   magnetic   aura   that   captivated   just   about   everyone   in   the   room   ,   but   that’s   not   what   made   her   special   .   lykke   was   ,   as   her   teachers   would   say   ,   an   enigma   .   she   was   smart   all   the   while   being   unburdened   by   knowledge   .   she   was   skeptical   of   life’s   meaning   but   at   the   same   time   ,   she   believed   in   the   impossible   .   she   pushed   the   boundaries      &      in   the   end   ,   it   not   only   made   her   a   valuable   friend   but   an   extraordinary   student   .   she   was   inquisitive   ,   always   keen   to   learn   new   things   ,      &      always   dove   head   first   into   new   opportunities   .

it   was   because   of   her   determination      &      participation   in   school’s   extracurricular   activities   that   she   was   persuaded   to   join   her   high   school’s   swim   team   .   swimming   was   ,   of   course   ,   the   activity   she   enjoyed   the   most   at   school   ,   but   she   never   thought   she   would   create   a   career   out   of   it   .   but   still   ,   she   agreed      &      was   fast   approaching   becoming   the   best   in   her   class   .   she   was   a   fast   learner   ,   taking   every   opportunity   to   practice      &      before   she   knew   it   ,   she   was   at   the   top   of   her   class   .   she   was   extremely   valued   not   only   by   her   team   members   but   by   her   coach   ,      &      at   one   particular   swimming   competition   ,   a   representative   for   the   olympic   swim   team   came   scouting   for   recruits      &      took   lykke   under   his   wing   almost   immediately   .

she   was   a   promising   little   thing   ,   however   a   little   too   inexperienced   in   big   competitions   ,   but   she   would   go   far   .   so   ,   to   prepare   for   when   she’d   join   the   olympic   team   .   she   was   thrown   into   national   competitions   ,   opting   for   homeschooling   while   she   travelled   for   all   the   competitions   she   had   to   attend   .   needless   to   say   ,   she   loved   it   .   being   in   the   water   gave   her   a   sort   of   freedom   she’d   never   felt   before   ,      &      the   thrill   of   the   competition   strove   her   to   do   better   .   she   rose   to   success   so   quickly   that   ,   on   the   eve   of   her   eighteenth   birthday   ,   it   was   announced   she   would   be   join   the   olympic   team   in   the   2016   olympic   games   .

the   build   up   to   the   olympics   was   immense   .   lykke   was   thrown   into   training   more   arduous   than   what   she’d   ever   experienced   ,   but   she   loved   every   part   of   it   .   she   loved   the   adrenaline   running   through   her   veins      &      she   loved   more   than   anything   ,   being   a   part   of   a   team   .   in   the   games   she   would   compete   in   the   800   metre   freestyle   race      &      the   4   x   200   metre   freestyle   relay   ,      &      the   faster   the   games   approached   ,   the    more   nervous   she   felt   .   she   had   already   successfully   won   nearly   every   competition   she   faced   leading   up   to   the   olympics   ,   but   this   was   the   real   test   in   her   eyes   .

when   it   came   to   the   games   ,   despite   her   nervous   state   ,   lykke   won   her   solo   race   .   the   thrill   of   this   made   her   want   to   win   more   ,   but   she   was   nervous   .   after   watching   the   other   team   practice      &      perform   their   own   races   ,      &      that   her   own   team   would   need   to   be   faster      &      better   in   order   to   beat   them   .   so   ,   in   her   nervous   panic   ,   when   it   was   her   turn   to   take   over   the   relay   ,   she   jumped   too   early   ,   even   though   she   knew   she   wouldn’t   clear   her   teammate   in   time   ,      &      they   both   ended   up   in   hospital      ;      her   teammate   with   a   injury   to   the   head      &      lykke   with   a   broken   collarbone   .

the   guilt   almost   destroyed   her   ,      &      she   thought   her   life   to   be   over   until   her   father   paid   off   all   involved   parties   to   keep   the   truth   quiet      &      instead   spread   the   word   that   what   happened   was   an   accident   .   lykke   still   felt   guilty   ,   though   ,      &      couldn’t   face   the   humiliation   of   being   a   part   of   the   team   again   ,   so   she   quite   acting      &      instead   opted   for   a   career   less   damaging      &      more   achievable      ;     acting   .   her   father   was   a   director   ,      &      she   was   pretty   involved   in   the   drama   department   in   school   ,   so   it   made   the   most   sense   .

she   landed   small   roles   at   first   ,   but   more   recently   lykke   landed   a   role   in   netflix’s   brand   new   hit   series   called   ‘   fiercer   things   ’   .   the   show   surrounds   vampires   ,   witches   ,      &      just   about   all   things   that   go   bump   in   the   night   ,      &      lykke   portrays   the   female   lead   called   vita   ,   a   vampire   a   little   like   rebekah   mikaelson      !

:   /   /   𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚   .

            lykke   is   a   very   bubbly   ,   very   curious   person   .   she’s   the   sort   of   girl   who   will   try   anything   once   ,   which   to   her   could   be   absolutely   anything   .   she’s   not   afraid   of   pushing   the   boundaries      &      is   the   sort   of   person   to   test   the   waters   before   making   a   decision   on   something   .   want   that   new   dress   but   not   sure   how   it’ll   look   on      ?      lykke   is   your   girl   .   the   new   hot      &      spicy   bargain   bucket   at   the   most   popular   takeaway      ?      lykke   will   take   the   bullet   for   you      &      try   it   first   .   she’s   very   adventurous       &      is   the   sort   of   person   who   will   jump   feet   first   into   any   opportunity   she   comes   across   .

but   lykke   has   a   sort   of   childish   naivety   .   she   tries   to   be   friends   with   everyone      &      is   very   good   at   blending   in   social   situations   ,   but   she   always   believes   the   best   in   people      &      very   often   ends   up   being   disappointed   when   it   turns   out   the   person   wasn’t   what   she   expected   them   to   be   .   although   she’s   loving      &      very   affectionate   ,   she   has   never   been   in   love   .   she’s   the   sort   of   person   who   dates   ,   is   in   love   with   the   idea   of   love   but   she   has   a   very   set   view   on   what   love   should   be   like   ,   so   she   crushes   a   lot   on   people   only   to   dip   when   she   doesn’t   feel   the   way   she   wants   to   feel   .

however   she   is   very   peculiar   .   she’s   smart   in   a   conventional   way   ,      &      is   always   striving   to   learn   more   in   order   to   be   better   .   in   this   way   she   is   very   competitive   ,      &      has   a   habit   of   pushing   the   boundaries   to   become   the   best   of   the   best   ,   which   often   leaves   other   people   being   pushed   out   .   but   she’s   a   very   loyal   friend      &      if   you   know   her   well   ,   you’ll   be   dragged   into   an   abundance   of   philosophical   conversations   that   will   go   on   through   early   hours   in   the   morning   over   a   bottle   of   wine      &      takeaway   food   .

:   /   /   𝒇𝒖𝒏   𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔   .

ok   im   gna   put   this   out   there   before   someone   *   coughs    *    drea    *   coughs   *   miranda   decides   to   joke   abt   it   again   ,   but   u   pronounce   lykke’s   name   like   LEA   -   KAY      !      not   lykke   totally   ,   not   lykke   pipe      (      altho   that   would   b   a   funny   snapchat   user   ty   miranda      )      but   LEA   -   KAY   .   ty   v   MUCH   that   is   all   for   this   section   .

i’m   joking   akdjfn   lykke   has   a   pet   pig   called   dakota      !      bc   she’s   weird      !      n   loves   pigs      !

when   i   say   she’s   weird   ,   i   mean   she’s   RLY   weird   n   a   huge   nerd

she’s   incredibly   involved   in   aliens   /   the   supernatural      (      as   if   playing   a   vampire   isn’t   enough   smh      )      n   probs   has   a   yt   channel   where   she   goes   ghost   hunting      !      talk   abt   OBSESSED

speaking   of   obsessed   .   .   .   she   loves   marvel   n   cries   over   tony   stark   every   .   single   .   day   .   she’s   still   not   over   endgame   n   neither   am   I   SIR      !

she’s   also   in   love   w   stefan   salvatore   bc   😊   i   need   to   channel   that   energy   somewhere      !      idc      !

she’s   also   in   love   w   space   n   is   100%   the   sort   of   person   to   ask   for   ur   star   sign   when   u   first   meet   so   she   can   peep   at   ur   horoscope   n   check   ur   compatibility

she’s   not   rly      ?      a   girl-y   girl      ?      like   she   loves   wearing   dresses   n   stuff   but   she’s   more   comfortable   in   a   pair   of   sneakers   w   some   jeans   ,   like   she   jus   likes   being   comfy      !

idk   abt   making   her   a   model   yet   ,   it   depends   on   how   i’m   feeliN   abt   the   muse   so   bear   w   me   ,   so   rn   she’s   a   retired   swimmer   n   an   actress      !

she   probs   paints   in   her   spare   time   ,   but   doesn’t   let   anyone   see   her   paintings

um   that’s   abt   it   i   think   .   .   .   we’ll   see   ASKJDFNKJ

:   /   /   𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅   𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔   .

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓   𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒   (   𝒂𝒏𝒚   𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓   )   :   honestly   jus   ppl   lykke   vibes   w   ,   ppl   who   can   accept   her   vibrant   n   weird   nature   n   ppl   who   she   trusts   more   than   ANYTHING   .   these   can   be   from   childhood   or   pretty   recent   ,   n   the   amount   doesn’t   matter   bc   we   all   love   some   cute   bffs      !      [   open   .   ]

𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒   (   𝒂𝒏𝒚   𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓   )   :   again   these   can   come   in   a   variety   of   ways   n   i’m   not   fussy   abt   how   many   exes   she’s   had   ,   either      !      lykke   is   100%   a   relationship   person   but   she’s   not   one   who   settles   ,   so   this   can   either   bring   drama    /   maybe   they   had   a   mutual   understanding   /   honestly   anything      !      [   donna   marchesi   ,   open   to   more   .   ]

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒   (   𝒂𝒏𝒚   𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓   )   :   *   gasps   *   n   then   they   were   roommates      !      we   all   love   these   sort   of   plots   n   lykke   is   definitely   the   sort   of   person   who   HATES   being   alone      !      i’m   imagining   cute   movie   nights   n   awkward   run   -   ins   sfgkjnsd   .      [   elissa   altera   ,   1/2   open   .   ]

𝐅𝐖𝐁   /   𝐄𝐖𝐁   (   𝒂𝒏𝒚   𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓   )   :   ah   the   classic      !      i   couldn’t   do   this   w   atlas   so   lykke   sry   hun      !      could   literally   be   anything   ,   besties   who   hook   up   sometimes   ,   a   literal   booty   call   w   ‘   u   up   ’   texts   ,   or   maybe   they   Hate   each   other   n   this   is   how   they   let   their   frustrations   out      !      [   open   .   ]

𝐁𝐀𝐃   𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄   (   𝒂𝒏𝒚   𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓   )   :   this   person   would   be   a   bad   influence   on   lykke   .   gets   her   to   go   out   partying   ,   do   dr*gs   n   basically   dumb   shit   that   she’s   sry   abt   later   .   corrupt   her   sweet   lil   heart      !      [   open   .   ]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃   𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄   (   𝒂𝒏𝒚   𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓   )   :   someone   who   lykke   acts   as   a   good   influence   on      !      she’s   the   typical   mom   friend   ,   n   needs   someone   who   she   feels   protective   over   bc   they   make   so   many   dumb   decisions   so   she’s   just   there   like   .   .   .   don’t   do   that      !      [   open   .   ]

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒   (   𝒂𝒏𝒚   𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓   )   :   could   be   totally   unrequited   or   mutual      !      i   just   need   the   cuteness   .   ok   ty   .      [   open   .   ]

𝐂𝐎   -   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒   (   𝒂𝒏𝒚   𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓   )   :   if   ur   chara   is   an   actor   n   u   want   them   to   be   in   fiercer   things   ,   i’m   100%   here   to   support   u   on   that      !      let’s   make   it   a   whole   thing      !      [   taylor   perry   open   to   more   .   ]

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎   (   𝒂𝒏𝒚   𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓   )   :   lykke   lived   in   chicago   all   her   life   n   has   only   recently   moved   to   nyc   ,   so   i’d   love   for   her   to   have   friends   she   knows   from   home      !      [   open   .   ]

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street racer!lee minho, gods of olympus! au

⚡ chapters: I II III IV V VI  masterlist

⚡  a/n: there’s like. So Much Sexual Tension that i didn’t intend and its not gonna go anywhere,,, im sorry but Minho’s hoe spirit possessed me while i wrote this chapter

⚡ warnings: sexual tension?? does that count??

⚡ song rec: angel of small death & the codeine scene

Minho hadn’t called you on the bus ride home, nor did he show up at your apartment the night. He didn’t call you the following nights either. He was, however making your life a fuck ton harder. For three full days, it had been pouring. The first day you had made the mistake of riding in the rain, figuring it would’ve cleared up by the afternoon. But it hadn’t. You had to get to an afternoon class, but you had no spare money to afford riding the bus every day to work. Being a broke college student was difficult, but not everyone could make their weight in money with illicit activities. You didn’t really mind the rain as long as you were inside. The pattering of raindrops against your window was comforting, and it helped calm your nerves as you studied, even if the person causing it was an asshole. You hadn’t blocked Minho’s number, not yet anyway, but figured that he had probably ghosted you anyway- so it didn’t matter.

Besides, you never paid much attention to boys, anyway. Your studies were more important to you, and you literally could not afford to lose the scholarships you busted your ass in high school to get. You knew college would be hard, but you had no idea it would be this difficult. None of these questions made sense- but you needed to study. You never struggled this much with Criminology concepts, but you found yourself rereading the same parts over and over, it wasn’t clicking. It was two am now, and you had a class at eight, ten, noon, and then a shift at the bakery- where you were filling in for a co-worker who had gotten sick. You weren’t even planning on falling asleep, but you woke up from your alarm, wiping drool from your lip as you got up.

This was just your life, it could be worse. You could be in a lot more debt, and your mental health could plummet- but it hadn’t, not yet. You knew if you kept pushing yourself like this than he would eventually crash and burn, but whatever. At least you would go out in a burning glory. You shook your head at the thought, mentally scolding yourself. Recovery didn’t work if you weren’t constantly checking yourself- as annoying as it was, it worked. You promised yourself and made a reminder on your phone to take a day off this week. You needed to relax, or next thing you know you would find yourself attached to your bed, glued to it with tears and a sweaty sadness.

You walked into the lecture hall, being the first one as you always were because you made it a point to actually ask for help. But the professor and his regular t.a wasn’t there.

“Are you lost?” He smiled and laughed as if you had said something funny. You grew anxious and insecure, it wouldn’t be the first time people had teased you like that. “No, not at all,” he said, “I’m the new teacher’s assistant.” You eyed him suspiciously, “What happened to the last one?” He pulled up his sleeves, and you felt embarrassed as he revealed his veiny arms. He twirled his pen and smiled again at you.

“He’s under a new teacher, now.”

“Who?”

“Mr. Park.”

“That’s a convenient answer.”

“It’s the convenient truth.”

“What’s your name?”

“Chan, darl-”

“Oh, fuck off.”

He crossed his arms, slightly surprised at your boldness. “Pardon?” You groaned, gripping your school supplies. “You’re one of those high and mighty gods, right? You and Minho can fuck right off.” He eased into the desk chair, chuckling to himself. “He’s already messed up, huh? I promised I wouldn’t interfere, but-”

“You also could’ve lied about your name.”

“Slip of the tongue. I doubt you wouldn’t figure it out, anyway.”

“What do you want?”

“To help.”

“With what? I’m done with Minho.”

“But you like him.”

“So? Doesn’t mean he’s not an asshole. I’m not here to teach him how to love, what kind of outdated shit is that? I don’t care that you’re a god, and I don’t care that he’s a god. Means fuck all to me.”

“Ah, you’re smart. Athena took well in creating you. But, it is fated. You’ll teach him one way or another.”

“Chan?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t give a shit.”

You probably could’ve reviewed the material with Chan, and maybe he was a nice guy- but you didn’t want to deal with anyone that was even slightly supernatural. You weren’t even going to look at your horoscope. You just wanted to graduated and take the bar exam, hell, maybe even try for a spot at a place with higher level cases. But one thing you were not about to do was about to do is let yourself slip into a game of cat and mouse, you were here to study. If you needed to take a break, you would- but “taking a break” didn’t mean worrying about a boy. If you wanted to worry, you would take the practice bar exam again.

You found the professor calling on you an absurd amount of times, and you shot Chan a death glare. He winked at you, a stupid smirk on his face and shrugged. You heard peers murmur, but Chan just looked amused, even winking at some of them. Were all gods like this? If Chan, the leader of the gods was this chaotic, how would you deal? Being the one you thought you’d like the most, you were severely disappointed. You flew out of your seat as the class ended, but found yourself caught in a sea of eager college students- you were so close to making your way out of the lecture hall doors when your professor called you.

“____, I’m sorry about being late this morning, but I had an incident with my car. I still have to solve the issue, but Chan can stay after. He said you were struggling with theory? I’ve provided a practice exam for you to Chan. Please don’t leave until you’ve got a passing grade.” He left unceremoniously, bidding a polite goodbye as he walked the both of you to a college library.

“I’m not struggling with theory.”

“You’ll start to. You have a bad habit of not knowing your limits.”

“Thanks, Sherlock.”

You sat a table in the back, a room reserved for group studies. “I have another class soon.”

“It’s taken care of, love. I’m going to get some coffee, please don’t go.”

You sighed, you had to finish the practice test after Chan explained the material, and it was unrealistic to think you’d be able to get to your second class. You could use a break anyway, it’s not like missing one creative writing class would kill you. Not physically anyway.

“Here you go,” he plopped a cup on the table, along with a pastry bag, “you should eat.”

“Are you actually going to help me study?”

“Sure, but I think we should talk about Minho first.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

He shut your textbook gently and pulled it away from you. “There’s a lot to talk about. I know Minho can be the worst, but there’s a lot more to him. I know it’s hard, but you’re going to have to trust me.” You wrapped your hands around the coffee cup, the warmth spreading to your hands. The rain was still pouring if it continued the town would flood. You didn’t understand why Minho was being so intense, maybe you shouldn’t have snapped but it wasn’t like he was a saint either.

“Why should I trust you?”

“I’m the one who sent him down here- well, with some pressure from the fates but still. I promise I’m the sanest up there, well second to Woojin.”

“Then why isn’t Woojin here?”

“He’s solving some other matters.”

“Like?”

“Ah, I can’t tell you that. But we’re moving away from the point. Just talk to Minho, honestly, once.”

“Already tried.”

“I know, but hopefully, I can help.”

“W-?”

Chan snapped his fingers, shooting you a somewhat apologetic look but turned to Minho looking smug. “What do you want?” You laughed, crossing your arms and leaning back into the cushioned seat. “Do you have something you want to say?” he snapped, “Oh wait, you already had your tantrum in the most expensive restaurant in town.” You knew better than to provoke Minho in this state, he knew what words that to use to hurt- and if he got any angrier, he would lose control. You weren’t laughing at him in the first place rather than yourself for getting into this situation. But whatever, Minho took it personally and even though you were tired of always being the bigger person- someone had to be. You didn’t even glare at him, you uncrossed your arms let them lay on top of your legs.

“Minho, be respectful.”

“Why are you even here? Fuck off.”

“I’m still your leader Minho, watch your tone. If you didn’t want to be found, you should’ve made an effort.”

Minho pulled away, sinking into the seat and tapped his fingers on the wooden table, settling to glare at you instead. “I thought you were letting me go back to Olympus.” You pulled your books into your lap, knuckles turning white from your grip. “I should go,” you nodded at Chan, “it was nice to meet you, Chan.” He shook his head, and as you tried to open the door, you found that it was just conveniently jammed. “Look, I don’t wanna do this but you guys need to talk it out,” he started, “And the sexual tension is killing me, Jesus.” You turned, taking your hand off of the knob. You let your bag fall to the side and slid back down to the seat, watching as the campus paths filled with large puddles of water. “Look, Minho, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. But you were flirting with a waiter, and not to mention you let me get arrested.”

“Is that seriously what this is about? What are you, five?”

“You’re not exactly known for being loyal, Minho.”

“You’re supposed to be a mediator!”

“I’m mediating you being a bitch boy.”

“I am not! That’s bold coming from someone-”

“Can I leave?” you didn’t mean to interrupt, okay you did- whatever Minho was about to say was probably something personal, “I have a class and I need to get there early.” Minho scoffed at you and you sighed.

“Okay, what? What’s your fucking problem?”

“I took you to the best restaurant in town, and you threw a tantrum.”

You laughed in disbelief, leaning over the table and looked at him.”The sexual tension is like, literally suffocating me,” Chan said loudly, “I’m still here, you know, I’m asphyxiating.” Both of you ignored him, breaths hitched with the attention fixated on each other, suddenly infatuated with the tension in the room. “You flirt because you’re insecure. You thought I’d get bored, so you tried to prove that you’re available, bitch boy.” You weren’t sure it came from, the compulsion that came over you. A ripple of surprise washed over, but he quickly retaliated. Minho’s face as he leaned forward, pushing you back. “You’re just scared you can’t handle me. True, you don’t wanna fix me- but you’re scared that you’re not as exciting as my past lovers.” You were staring at each other now, both of you hauntingly relaxed but maintaining an aura of intimidation around one another. “I don’t need to be exciting, you’re just obsessed with me because I put you in your well-deserved place. You’ve been kept in a bubble all this time. It just gives you the hots when someone doesn’t worship the ground you walk on.” He licked his lips and smiled, “Actually, I think you’re the one who needs to be put in place. You’re too arrogant. You need to learn that I’m god from Olympus, babe- I deserve to be worshipped.” You leaned closer, your breath hot on his face as he watched, lips millimeters away from his but you brushed your lips against his ear instead, whispering lowly as the hair on his neck rose, “Over my dead body, babe.”

He spoke again as you moved back to leave, his finger ran across your lip and you refused to give him the satisfaction of moving away. “If you think you’re so high and mighty then race me,” he tilted his head and brought his lips close to yours, “I mean, if you’re not scared, babe.” You placed your thumb on his chin, tilting it up. This wasn’t like you, but you’d be damned if he was going to win this little show-off. Your nose and forehead were pressed against his as you spoke lowly, “You’re the one who should be scared, babe.”

[dre--scape]

Confessions (Sherlock x reader)

FWOOMP IM BACK MY PEEPS || it may look like i’m inactive but i’m really just procrastinating on homework so i’m active almost all the time but i take so long to write,,, i’m so so sorry ;-;

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes (BBC) x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1702

Request by anon (a long frikin time ago): Could I request a Sherlock x reader high school au? Thanks ❤️

Summary: Childhood friendships can become very confusing.

Requests are open!

Warnings: slight cursing (two words at most), smidge angst(?)

It was quite funny actually, seeing Sherlock Holmes hang out with you, (Y/N) (L/N).

The sarcastic and -often considered- rude teenager hanging out with the open and charming teen. Most people found it weird, some found it endearing, and others made bets on how long it would take for you two to eventually go your separate ways.

You merely laughed at that. Go separate ways after knowing Sherlock? God, life would be so boring after that. Look at you, imitating your best friend’s vernacular. It was only natural for you to pick up his little tells and habits.

“Sherlock! Watson!” You shouted as you spotted them down the hall.

They both looked up and saw you running towards them, making a scene out it. John could’ve sworn you slapped Sally Donovan on the way there and Sherlock smirked.

“You guys looked like you were going to leave me in this hell hole.” You pouted and Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Well you were three minutes late,” He pointed out. “John insisted we wait for you.” A small grin tugged at your lips as you looked over to John.

“I’ve found my new best friend!” You exclaimed, pulling John into a hug. “Don’t get carried away, (Y/N),” John chuckled, rubbing your arm. “I’m with Mary, remember?” The man laughed as you nodded into his chest. “I said best friend, I never said boyfriend,” You mumbled then pulled away.

Sherlock glanced between the two of you and sighed. “Now (Y/N), if you would stop flirting with a taken man,” The taller boy suddenly spoke and both you and John turned to look at him. “Mother is expecting us at home.” You turned to John.

“You’re not coming?” The blond shook his head and smiled. “I promised to take Mary out tonight,” He said and you grinned. “Such a romantic,” You sighed teasingly, placing a hand over your heart. “Oh well,” Sighing, you took a hold of Sherlock’s hand. “Give Mary our best wishes.” You smiled before you felt Sherlock try and pull his hand out of your grip. John saw this and watched in amusement.

“Why are you holding my hand?” Sherlock asked, attempting to tug his hand away. “And don’t forget to use protection!” You called out, ignoring and dragging the taller man behind you.

“(Y/N)!” A smirk tugged onto your lips as you heard John shout in annoyance.

“Why are you holding my hand?” Sherlock reiterated and you shrugged. “It’s cold.” You said simply. “You’re wearing gloves.” He looked down at your intertwined hands and you huffed in defeat. “Fine.” You reluctantly let go of his hand and your hand limply fell to your side.

“Thank you,” He stated and he pulled out his phone from his pocket. “My mother is asking what kind of tea you were thinking of today,” Sherlock said as he checked his screen. “Any,” You mumbled, keeping your stare straight ahead.

He quickly observed the way your hands fidgeted subtly, the slight frown on your face and the small shiver that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. Sherlock sighed in resignation.

You weren’t really paying attention. Sherlock obviously didn’t allow physical affection and no affection at all. Hell, he didn’t show anyone any kind of affection. You were no exception.

That was until you felt a warm hand wrap around yours.

Your eyes snapped up to an indifferent Sherlock, who continued walking like he wasn’t holding your hand. You turned your head away from Sherlock, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Are you tired?” You looked up at Sherlock as he rung the doorbell. “Maybe,” You muttered, a large yawn quickly following. He chuckled as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Maybe?” He asked, a slight edge of teasing could be detected in his voice. “Okay, just a little,” You admitted quietly.

“Where the hell are they?” He mumbled, ringing the bell then knocking furiously on the door with his free hand. “Just use the key to your own home, Holmes.” You giggled tiredly at your own joke which caused Sherlock to roll his eyes once again. “You are very tired.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” You muttered as soon as the door opened. “(Y/N)! Sherlock!” His mum greeted as you let go of Sherlock’s hand. “Mrs. Mum!” You cheered, enveloping her in a hug.

Sherlock huffed out in amusement as all your energy returned. “Come now, we have an array of teas for you to choose!” You laughed sheepishly and waved your hand. “I would’ve been fine with any, I’m sorry for causing you a hassle.” You apologized as she stepped aside to let you in.

“Oh, nonsense!” She exclaimed, rubbing your shoulder soothingly. “You are less of a hassle than my own two sons.” You both laughed and she ushered you in the direction of the kitchen. Sherlock tried to follow until his mum cleared her throat.

He turned around to face his mother, her arms folded. “Aren’t you forgetting anything?” Sherlock scoffed softly, but still gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. “Hello to you too, Sherlock,” She said sternly but lovingly.

“Thank you so much for everything, Mrs. Holmes.” You smiled as she pulled you into a hug. “Of course, honey,” She returned the gesture before pulling away. Your gaze turned upwards towards Sherlock.

You grinned and held out your hand. “Since your mum told you to bring me to the station,” The taller boy sighed before grabbing your hand reluctantly. “Bye Mr. Dad! Bye Mycroft!” You announced, waving your hand animatedly. You saw Mycroft’s eyes travel down to your interlocked hands and a sly smirk spread across his lips. “Goodbye, (Y/N),” The older brother said, nodding his head your way. You stuck your tongue out and smiled graciously at Mr. Holmes before dragging Sherlock out of his home.

“Y’know,” You started, staring up into the rare sight of a starry sky. “I could’ve walked to the station alone.” Sherlock scoffed and looked around at the small town he came to memorize by walking alongside you, “Well, mother would’ve had my head if I let you walk here alone at night, and your grip on my hand isn't much of a help either,” You laughed and swung your arms softly.

Sherlock chuckled at the childish gesture but let you continue anyway.

A few minutes passed before you spoke up. “Why do you do this?” Sherlock turned his attention to you and you huffed in slight amusement.

“Do what-”

“That.”

Now he was genuinely confused, not like he’d ever admit it though.

“Why do you do things differently with me?” You asked as you slowed your pace, letting go of Sherlock’s hand. “You allow me to hold your hand and get intimately friendly, we rarely quip, and hell,” You paused for emphasis. “You give me your attention after I ask one question when it takes John a murder and a breakup!” Your teeth clamped down on your tongue before you tilted your head back, closed your eyes and sighed.

Sherlock noticed how your jaw tightened and how your breathing pattern changed. “We’ve known each other for years, (Y/N), of course I’m going to know everything about you,” He chuckled. “I’m going to know how you like physical attention or how you noticeably get irked everytime you can’t think of an intelligent riposte to an insult,” He watched as your eyes opened, suddenly glossed over.

“Did I offend you?” He asked almost immediately after noticing your response to his observations. “I’m terribly sorry about-”

“That’s what I’m talking about, Sher.”

He froze. You never called him that since year 7.

“You think you know every detail about everyone and every little thing,” You let out a ghost of a laugh. “But you really don’t.” You quickly wiped away a tear from your eye and quickly glanced at Sherlock who obviously noticed it. “I guess I’m just that great of an actor, right?” Sherlock tilted his head, giving away his knowledge of knowing he was dumbfounded.

More tears followed, one after the other, and you merely laughed bitterly. “Goddamn teenage hormones,” You cursed softly. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Sherlock Holmes.”

The aforementioned teen felt a squeeze in his chest. “I’ve fallen in love with your stupid hair and your stupid vocabulary,” He could tell you were running out of the air in your lungs by the crack in your voice. You were close to crying.

“I didn’t want to fall in love with you,” You cried. Sherlock felt the squeeze again when you said that. Was it possible he was actually hurting because of your words? “I really didn’t want to fall in love with someone who wouldn’t love me back!” Your legs gave out from under you and you collapsed to your knees. Sherlock quickly kneeled down to your height before pulling you into a hug.

You continued to cry into his shoulder, both of you ignoring the harsh weather of London.

“It’s alright,” He soothed, stroking your hair. “It’s too cliché,” You mumbled into his coat. “The best friend from childhood falls in love with the main character,” A sour chuckle escaped your lips before pulling away from his embrace.

A biting smile tugged at your lips as you looked up at Sherlock. “God,” You scoffed and Sherlock returned your gaze. “This is like some cheesy romance fanfic I would read back in year 7,” Both you and Sherlock laughed softly and you buried your face in his shoulder again.

“This won’t change anything, right Sherlock?” You sounded so tired, he wasn’t sure if it was even you who spoke. “My confession won’t change anything?”

Sherlock felt your body start to shake and he pulled you in closer. “No,” He whispered, placing a careful hand on your head. “It won’t change anything except my train of thought.” Your head popped up, eyes wide with worry.

“I’m sorry! We can just ignore-” A chaste kiss to your nose cut you off and you only stared at the boy in front of you, who donned a cheeky grin.

“You’re going to be very distracting, (Y/N) (L/N).”

[sockpansy]

Lost At Sea

Hey! This is a fic based off of two drawings done by the amazing @thelazyblueshipper who gave me permission to write a fic!

Warnings: blood mention, ghosts, kidnapping (its too a mermaid) and let me know if I need to tag anything else!

_______

Roman had wanted to do it for years, ever since the pirates found out about them. Ever since they started to take, kill, sell their kind.

Roman wanted to stop them.

But Logan wouldnt let him.

"Its too dangerous Roman! As long as we stay farther down and away from nets, we can be safe."

"But then we have no freedom! We are confined to the deep waters only! We have to watch how fast we go, we can even float on the surface to sunbath!"

"But if they catch us, we die." Logan spat. "If we go after them, we Will get caught, then what do you suggest we do?"

Roman fell silent, not able to make a reasonable agrument.

"There are ships we could fix up easily and-"

"No Roman."

That had been the end of that argument.

_____

"Help! Help!" Patton sped through the water in search of someone, anyone who could help.

He found Roman and Logan, who had heard him and came as fast as they could.

"Patton! Calm down padre, what's wrong? Predator? Underwater volcano?"

"Virgil!" Pattin cried.

Logan looked around."where....is Virgil? Patton what happened?"

Patton's tears floated in thw water. "I just wanted to go above for a little bit, i didnt know they were so close! I didnt know there net was so close!"

The rest was lost in cries, but it was obvious what happened. Virgil had saved Patton but got caught by pirates instead.

"Roman." Logan starred at the water above them.

"We need a ship."

_____

Luckily, Roman knew were a ship was in...ok condition and not filled with water completely.

"How did you even find this?" Patton asked as they arrived at a small islabd with an old ship on it. It had a hole in the side and a broken mast,but was rather alright.

"Before we started to stay under, I found it."

"We better get to work if we want to get Virgil back before they reach a port then." Logan was still unsure, but...they couldnt just leave Virgil,to be sold or...killed, if he wasnt already.

_____

It took a few days to fix the ship, but they found swords, and old clothes they could wear when they transform in homaniod forms. Roman was the self proclaimed captain, with logan as the firdt mate who has some common since. Patton was the one incharge of leading the way to Virgil right now.

But logan still worried. They only had three people, a small, barely afloat ship, and they are all secretly mermaids. They were up agianst a full pirate crew, on a big ship, who catch mermaids.

They needed a plan.

"We need a plan." Logan said one night. "We can't just attack, we will be killed or captured."

Patton looked down."if I just stayed away..."

"Patton, we have been over this, it isnt your fault, and we sre gdtting virgil back." Roman said, tilting his captain's hat up.

Patton sniffled but nods, pushing his new glasses up. (He put on a random pair and found out that he can see a lot better with them, same with Logan)

Logan,nods as he thought."we could go under the cover of night, but even then they will have people awake and ready to fight..."

"What about during a storm?" Roman suggested.

"What?"

"Well they will be busy with the storm right? We can show hi in mermaid form, get in, pretend to be part of the crew, get virgil out and only have the fight if we get caught." Roman suggested.

Patton lit up."that could work! Its dark during storms, and...and if they see our patched up ship, they can think its a ghost ship!"

Logan nods along as he listened. "It...could work...that we need some way to have our clothes when we are in the water so we can change quickly..."

Roman hummed."we could...get dressed on there ship?"

Logan shook his head."too wierd and supious."

"We could pretend to be crew members who fell over?" Patton suggested.

Logan nods, "yes...but only one of us, it will be easier to get one then...and other two will stay on the ship and act as ghosts." He grinned ad the plan started to come together.

_____

Virgil didnt know how much time past. He remembered pushing Patton away from a net, just cor his tall to get caught, he remmebered being hauled up over the ocean. He remembered being out in a barrel filled with water, and a lid being put on with holes so he could breath. But he lpst count of the days and nights he spent in there.

He had given up after day two, accepting his fate.

He could feel a few rain drops through the holes in the lid, and couls hear yelljng do the ship didnt get blown off course.

Then he heard screams for help.

A scream from the water.

That sounds way to familiar.

Pattin was screaming for help. They caught him.

Virgil started to fight inside the barrel, knowing full well that it was tied up so he coulsnt move it or knock it over, but he ahd to try. Patton was in danger. Why wasn't Roman or Logan with him!

He could hear pattin on the ship.

"Thank you, i fell off in the storm."

Wait, what?

He couldnt hear much after that, because there was yelling about a...ghost...ship?

It wasnt long before his barrel was opened and Patton stared st hin in human form. He,smiled and held a finger to hus mouth to tell Virgil to stay quiet. Held helped Virgil out of the barrel and threw him over into the ocean, and Patton jumped in after him, transforming once he was in the water and gathering up his clothes.

"Hey Virgil, long story short, we need to get to the pirate ship."

"But we just got off it!" Virgil said, before coughing. He hasn't used his voice in a while. Patton just grabbed his hand and swam to a different, smaller boat.

Patton helped viegil onto the boat and Virgil saw Roman and Logan standing and facing the other boat in human forms, as if daring them to attack in thus storm.

Patton put on his clothes as he got out some for Virgil. "Ok, short story longer, im so sorry I got you captured! We fixed up an old boat Roman found and came up with a plan to save you. I pretend to have fallen overboard in a storm, they gwt me up, i fins you, Roman and Logan pretend to be pirates on a ghost ship, and we are all free!" By the time he finished talking, Virgil was dressed and then hugged tightly.

"Im sorry i wasnt more careful Virgil...you could have been..could have..could...could have..." Patton sniffles aa he held virgil tight.

Virgil hugged back."im right here pat, i promise, id do it agian to save you in a heartbeat."

_____

The ship turned away from the other and left the storm. Once a safe distance away, Virgil was covered in hugs.

Virgil smiled as he stood and loked st his pirate clothes, "ya know guys...why dont we do this all the time?"

"Uh Virgil, I dont think getting caught is something id like to makw a habit." Roman suggested.

"No, i mean...saving mermaids. You guys have a plan that worked. And with an extra person, you have a bigger crew. Why cant we save more of our kind before we are the only ones left?"

"I agree with Virgil." Patton smiled. "And i like being in the sun." He giggled.

Roman tipped his hat grinning. "And ive been wanting to do this forever!"

They all looked st Logan. The first mate. The logical one. The one who fixes plot holes and makes sure everyone is safe.

He gave a smile. "Well, we have to name the ship first, dont we?"

____

It took a while, but soon, a legend was born for the small crew.

Legends that say that if you are a pirate crew transporting mermaids, avoid storms.

For in a storm, you will come across a ship called 'the Siren' with ghosts on it.

No one knows how many are on the ship. They only know that there are always four who will always be seen at one point.

There is a boy with square glasses and a dark blue bandana around hus forehead. If you see him in the ship, watch him, for if he gets into the water, your ship will sink.

Then there is a boy with round glasses, and a light blue scarf around his waist. He seems sweet, but it will be too late when you realize it is him. He is a spy who boards your ships as crew. He is the reason you get caught.

There is a boy with purple hair and eyes. Much like dark blue, beg that he stays on the ghost ship. If you don't see him, then you must fear everything around you. You never know what he will take. Food, gold, your life, maybe all three.

Then there is the captain, who stands at the end of the bowsprit, sword held at his side. It is said that his eyes are red with the blood of those who he has fought, and if you get close enough to see the color, he will add your blood to his eyes as well.

The legends warns you to be wary of boys with light blue eyes on on your ship. To stay clean of storms. To release mermaids when you see the ship, so many you will live to tell about the encounter.

Legend says that it is safer to let mermaids be free.

____________________

Yes i was tempted to name the ship lamp.

And done! First off, i know i kinda skipped around, but in happy with how thiz this turned out!

Bowsprit: the poll thingy at the front of a ship

Also! Some things i wanted to to say! The crew does get bigger. Some mermaids they save decide to,join, others will stay until they heal if they are injured then leave. Others stay to repay a debt, so the amount of crew members change.

At the end, the legend talks about each side a bit, and i wsnt to explain why i chose to do that the way i did!

Logan is logic. He is smart and you can do a lot of damage (probably) to the bottom of a boat if you know what your doing. He breaks boats (with help from other crew members) to make them sink. But only some.

Patton is morality. He is cute and sweet and he volunteered to be the spy. He joins crews and finds out how many mermaids are on board and finds a way to get the ship into a storm. Sometimes he will disappear from a crew ship a few days ans reappear like he never left. He swims right under it and will go inform the sides about the boat by leaving at night.

Virgil as Aniexty. He causes fear. Patton will tell him were gold is, food rations, and on occasion, jerks who need to be taught a permanent lesson. He sneaks on and steals, throws overboard, does anything to inconvence the pirates.and because well...they are pirates,too, they need money!

Roman is creativity. And he is the captain. And what js scarier than the red eyss he has? He started the rumoe about his eyes himself, and does sword fight on occasion. I just feel it fits him to stand dramatically xD

Part 2:

https://sockpansy.tumblr.com/post/179462778629/gaining-a-crew

[dylanobrienisbatman]

oh heyyyy can i please have pirate mechanic and 22?? I'M SO EXCITED

…in a rush of adrenaline.

Raven wasn’t one to be afraid of anything, ever. She was a zero g mechanic, a literal ASTRONAUT, who had been to OUTER SPACE in nothing more than a space suit, for fucks sake. She’d been sky diving, bungee jumping, zip lining, she used to go bouldering off the sides of mountains for fun before she got hurt and her leg wouldn’t let her. She was an adrenaline junkie, to put it mildly, but the one thing she never, ever did, was ride a motorcycle. Everything else, every other insane crazy thing she did, there was a modicum of safety to it. In space, everyone was trained to know exactly what to do, and everything was tested to perfection before she went. Sure it was dangerous, but it was all SCIENCE. She wasn’t afraid of science. Sky diving and bungee jumping and zip lining were SAFE, they had to be for people to be able to pay to do it as excursions. Normal average people could go bungee jumping on vacation. Bouldering was a little risky, but she never went high enough that she could have DIED from the fall, maybe gotten pretty hurt, but she went with friends, and knew the safety rules. Motorcycles though? There was nothing safe about that. In a fast car, you had some kind of buffer, some level of protection from seatbelts and airbags, but on a motorcycle you had nothing. You were out in the open, strapped to nothing, a helmet and some leather if you were smart, flying down the road. When she saw motorcycles weaving in and out of cars on the freeway, she scoffed, and hoped she wouldn’t see them being scraped off the road with a shovel later. She assumed no smart person would ever put themselves in that kind of danger.

And then she met Ezekiel Shaw.

Zeke used to be an Air Force Pilot, and then he was a scientist for NASA. He worked on the crafts on the ground that she worked on in space, and was damn good at it, though she’d never tell him that. He was brilliant, the first person she ever met who could match wits with her day in, day out. And Zeke Shaw rode his Harley into work. Every. Single. Day.

She scolded him for it when they first met, spouting statistics about deaths by motorcycle at him from memory, but he just smirked, waved her off, called her a “fraidy-cat” (yes, he used that exact phrase. He wasn’t catholic anymore, but he had been raised that way, and never swore, ever), and tugged his helmet on, roaring away out of the parking lot while she climbed into her car.

Her relationship with Zeke was a complex one. On the one hand, he was her friend, a great friend, a confidant who she bounced ideas off of and worked well with, her equal in brains and wit. On the other hand, he was delicious to look at and Raven wanted to jump his bones. This combination made the fact that he rode that stupid motorcycle very troubling to her, and it took a toll on her mental state. She got in the habit of calling him around the time she knew he’d be home every day, under the guise of wanting to talk about work or some new theory she was studying, but really she was just checking to make sure he made it home every day, alive. She always offered to swing by and pick him up when they would make plans, even though it was well out of her way, because the idea of him getting on that bike to come see her and then becoming road burn in the process made her sick to her stomach, but he always turned her down, and always showed up in one piece.

They had known each other about a year and 3 months, when the universe conspired against her.

She had called Zeke to see if he wanted to come into work with her on a Sunday and help her run a simulation she had been tossing around, and he lept at the chance, like always. He had been helping her write the simulation, and plan the program for almost two months, and she knew he’d want to see it through. It was pouring rain, so she offered him a ride, as always, and he turned her down, as always, showing up to work at the same time as she did even though she knew he lived an extra 15 minutes further away. They spent the whole Sunday in the lab, downing espresso shots from the bosses machine in her office and running and re-running the simulation, ordering thai takeout while they tried to get it perfect. It was late, almost 9pm, when they finally called it a day, and headed out the door, walked into the parking lot, and Raven realised she had left her lights on all day long. She tried to start her car twice, but she knew she would need a jump and there was no one around , the lab was almost 10 miles from town. She thought about calling a tow, but calling a tow for a jump seemed stupid, there would be people at the office tomorrow who could give her a jump, and she was halfway through trying to price out an Uber when Zeke shoved a helmet in front of her face.

“Come on Reyes, you’re really gonna pay for an Uber when I can just take you home myself?”

“No way. No way in hell am i getting on that deathtrap.” She kept typing in her address.

“You’ll have to get one back in the morning too, and you know its like… 30 bucks both ways. Thats $60 you could avoid by just strapping on this helmet and letting me take you home.”

“No way!! I dont care how much it costs, im so not doing that.”

“Look. I know you think its unsafe, but the rain stopped at like noon, the roads are bone dry, and I promise ill go slow.” He had this twinkle in his eye that was very distracting, and the sight of him holding that helmet, leaning against the hood of her car, was doing funny things to her stomach. She glared at him.

“Do you kn-“

“do you know how many people die on those things every day?” He raised his voice a bit, to a squeaky annoying pitch, and had to jump away when she smacked at him.

“The only reason you got away is because im a cripple.” She snarked, and he laughed. “Yeah sure, blame the leg.” He said, dancing a little further away, and then coming in close, holding the helmet out. “You can pay for that Uber if you want, but I promise, I wont let anything happen to you.” She eyed him, and the bike, wary.

“Come on Reyes, you ride up into space on a ship i work on.” His voice was all teasing, but there was something else dancing behind his eyes. “Don’t you trust me, Raven?”

He barely ever used her first name, but his sincerity was like a gut punch. He was standing really close now, just enough space for the helmet between them. Finally, she took a deep breath, shut her eyes, and grabbed the helmet in both hands.

“If we die on this damn bike, I’m going to spend our entire afterlife beating your ass.” She said, pulling it down over her head, walking over to the bike.

He sat down on the front, popping the kick stand and sliding forward enough for her to fit. He pulled out a small metal bar that had been hidden in the bike, on her right side. She knew she looked shocked, and even though he couldn’t see it through the helmet, he knew anyway.

“I was always hoping i’d get you on this thing, so i added a place for you to put your leg, since i know you can’t keep it bent for so long.” She couldn’t see his face either, and she thought maybe that was a good thing. She slid onto the bike, behind him, and propped her leg up on the stand, wrapping her arms around his solid middle.

“Remember. If we die. Perpetual ghost world ass kicking.” She called, as the bike roared to life, vibrating underneath her. He laughed, nodding, and they took off.

The speed of it was unreal, the wind whipping all her clothes and the hair that was coming out of the bottom of her helmet, and she held on tighter as the sped up. He zipped down the roads, taking every turn with ease, and even though she knew he had to be going slower than he normally did, her heart rate was a million beats a minute and she could feel her adrenaline rushing through her body. She squeezed him again, and he took one hand off the bike for a second to squeeze her forearm, to reassure her. She kept her head on his shoulder, and somehow keeping her eyes open was better than closed, so she just watched as the trees zipped by, and headlights from other cars came in and out of view. The longer they rode, the more comfortable she got, and soon it was just a rush of adrenaline, and she could feel herself loosening up, smiling, until she finally sat back a little, keeping herself still firmly around his waist, and whooped into the night air. He turned his head, and she couldn’t see his face but she knew he was laughing at her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The ride took about 20 minutes, and when they pulled into her complex parking lot, her heart rate wouldn’t quit. He popped the kick stand on his bike, and they pulled off their helmets. He got off first, and helped her off, and maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the blood rushing through her ears, or maybe it was just him, close and tall and grinning ear to ear, but something came over her.

“See, Reyes, told you you wo-“

She cut him off with her lips, throwing her arms around his neck, running her fingers over his scalp and pulling him down to her, kissing him hard. He was frozen in shock for a second, but then he responded with ferocity. He opened his mouth to her, letting her tongue slide across his teeth, and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her into the air and spinning her around. When he set her back on solid ground, and they broke the kiss, she tucked her face into his chest, holding him close.

“If you say I told you so, I’ll never kiss you again.” She muttered into his chest.

“Does that mean if i DON’T say it, you will kiss me again?” The hopeful tilt to his voice got her to look up, and his eyes were bright, a smile threatening to break his cheeks. She leaned up, pressing a kiss into his cheek.

“So I’ll definitely need that ride in the morning.” She whispered, into his ear, close and intentionally low.

“Yeah,” he said, failing at nonchalant, “what time should i swing by.”

She smirked up at him, taking him by the hand, leading him towards the door of her building.

“I’d say just whenever we wake up is good.” He tugged her back in for a kiss, quick and easy. The adrenaline was still rushing in her ears as she tugged him into her apartment, towards her room, but she wasn’t sure it was from the motorcycle anymore.

[holanads]

Mengosongkan Hati

today, i met my one of fave person. he got brown eyes, it shines as the sun passes on em. i was sitting alone with my all black clothes, bag and even my pencil case, the only thing their eyes going through at is my shoes haha. eye catchy.

so, i was alone and enjoying the weather, hot they said but i was cold, i got fever so i need sun for my vampire-skinned. then suddenly he showed up, his face gazed as he wanted to make sure that it was me.

“Hey!” “Hey you” “alone? what u doing?” “this” *i showed him a blue-covered book off and i answered him concisely* “ah, that’s my favorite!” *my finger pointed at a bottle he held on* “wanna try?” *i shook my head as a no, i didn’t talk much*

i missed him, this friend of mine who always have interesting stuff to be discussed. he is different. he respects me, when i say no, then he takes it as a no.

“now i know, you never write about me. but i enter as me on someone else’s story hmmm.” *he congested and looked at me deep* “hehehe, at least i wrote and mentioned you” he smiled, i read his face trying to figure what he was thinking about out. “what do u want me to write about you?” he laughed. i felt awkward.  “nothing hmm..” he tried to say something. i know him. i probably should ask him. i wondered, does he really want me to write about him?

we muted because i muted (?) the weather oooohhh…

“soo are u still….” *stop! cant tell you gengs about this scene, skip this* i muted. “nad, have you ever fallen in love?” “hm excuse me?” i heard his question but his voice was blur. “you love someone?” “i dunno” “why u dunno?” “i want to empty my heart” “what? how?” “i dunno hoq, im still figuring it out. i wanna find way to emptying my heart, and fulfill it with Allah only” “why you should?” “because, when i find someone, i know he is the best that Allah gives to me. and when my heart belongs no one but Allah, it will be easier for me to love Him completely. deeper, purer, more sincere and idk i want Him alone, all my life and till i die. i sometime think how i’d love my future husband. i dun wanna love him because he is handsome or wealth or smart or something like that. i keep thinking what if the thing that makes me fall in love with him disappear? would i still love him the same? i dun wanna love someone like that. i want someone whom i have no reason to not love him.” 

*it seemed complicated for another people, but i hope he understand it*

“so what if you someday fall in love, how u handle that?” “commitment… i have to promise to Allah and myself to not let anybody in. and i need a wall, like i wanna block any guy before i actually fall. anticipation! i wont let it happen” “aahh i see” *he shook his head up and down, seemed like my answer nailed it.* “i wanna do that too hehe.” “just do it!” “ya i will, i will try. nad, how did you do hijrah? tell me” 

i muted again. my lips dried. i needed oxygen, i was so tired. but actually it wasnt my reason to not answer him. its just because i dunno, i didnt wanna share that, not today. so, i skipped it and stayed mute.

“i wanna be better person. i wanna do hijrah, i wanna do as you are doing right now” “alhamdulillah, do then” *i was getting excited, my exhausted gone as tons of energy came to me in* “ya, i tried so hard. but i passed it, i missed it” “its because you never catch it immediately” “yaaaa.” he looked at me again and lowed his gaze. and i was so happy for that, he was really respectful.  “its not isbal. its sunnah hehe.” “its not isbal? hehehe” “yaa. you will be rewarded” “just do something like this, this small thing? and get reward from Allah?” “ya, beautiful, isnt it?”

“hehe yeah it is.”

it was a very lil of our convos today. my friend, he is amazing. he has a lot of topics. he told me he moved out and rent a house with other boys, they are my friends too. and he said he is so addicted to mobile legend, it makes him stay awake. and he turns to be a lazy person, he tries to change that bad habit, step by step. we discussed about a ghost user of grab and gojek, and he asked me if its haram or not, and i said of course it is. 

he is different. i feel comfort talking to him. he never, not even once to hurt me. he is funny, he deserve the girl that Allah loves. he deserve that chance, i wann see him in jannah with his wife and their children again.

that moment when i felt another moments were flooding my brain. couldnt stop it. it made me feel, i am not alone.

to my brown eyes friend, sigit.

hey! i just wrote about you buddy:) chillax!

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[killer-killjoy]

Do every other question for the ask game

OH BOY OK 

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? - my roommate lol 

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? - i dont know tbh5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? - i mean i dont know. id like to say yes bc he seems like such a considerate person, but i’m not too sure. but i wouldn’t ever put him or myself in that situation lmao so idk.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? - no lmao 

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? - not really. i try not to let it but i get awkward when its like everyones talking about their personal stories i’m like “lol i’m a virgin and everyone knows it and i feel kind of like a loser” 

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? - “hide the children” lmao

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? - absolutely oh my god

15. What good thing happened this summer? - i got to live with one of my bffs so that was really lovely

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? - absolutely

19. Do you like bubble baths? - yeah they’re nice!

21. What are you bad habits? - picking at my nails/the skin around my nails and my lips, or like chewing my lips. ugh. or if i have a sunburn and my skin is peeling i literally have to peel it off bc i can’t control myself haha. i’m gross.

23. Do you have trust issues? - yes & i’m a paranoid bitch 

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? - ugh man i dont even know probably either like my face/chin area where i’ve got a lot of fat or like my stomach

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? - not particularly. never really thought about it too much. i like to be tan in the summer but like i don’t really.

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? - no exes no breakups yeet

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? - yep. although i’m debating on cutting it short again. but idk. 

33. Spell your name with your chin. - no thank u i’m really too lazy to move the computer towards my face

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? - without TV

37. What do you say during awkward silences? - NOTHING BC IM AWKWARD AS SHIT AND LITERALLY PROMISE U ALL IM THINKING IS “wow this is so awkward what do i say right now”

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? - forever 21, hot topic, kohls, target

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? - i dont know it really depends on the situation

43. Do you smile at strangers? - depends, typically i just dont really look at anyone lmao

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? - nothing other than the anxiety i start to feel knowing all the trouble i’ll be in if i dont get up and do the things i need to do 

47. Have you ever been high? - negative captain

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? - not that i know of 

51. Ever wished you were someone else? - every goddamn day of my life

53. Favourite makeup brand? - i dont really use anything brand specific like. all of my stuff comes from different brands.

55. Favourite blog? - i dunno

57. Favourite food? - i really like burgers 

59. First thing you ate this morning? - uhh hash browns and some chocolate milk lol

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? - no i’m a good noodle 

63. Ever been in love? - already answered but no 

65. Are you hungry right now? - no im just bored so i want to eat lmao 

67. Facebook or Twitter? - facebook

69. Are you watching tv right now? - nope

71. Craving something? What? - i was craving this giant hersheys bar earlier and i kinda still want it rn 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? - i used to, not anymore. 

75. Favourite animal? - cats, but birds are a strong contender

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? - chocolate 

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? - grey

81. Favourite tv show? - hmm. i dont know. i’m really into the walking dead. i think that’s my choice. it changes.

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? - mean girls 

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? - i dunno i dont care for the movie enough to have a favorite 

87. First person you talked to today? - my roommate 

89. Name a person you hate? - no i wont drop names 

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? - myself

93. How many sweatpants do you have? - idk like 3 or 4 pairs. 

95. Last movie you watched? - um i truly cannot remember. OH MOANA.

97. Favourite actor? - leonardo dicaprio

99. Have any pets? - cat named Linguini, and a cat named Sasha. even tho sasha lives with my sister she will always be my baby child. 

101. Do you type fast? - speed of light

103. Can you spell well? - yes i love spelling

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? - too fuckin many lmao

107. Have you ever been on a horse? - yeah once or twice 

109. Is something irritating you right now? - yes a lot of things are 

111. Do you have trust issues? - yes didn’t i already answer this question 

113. What was your childhood nickname? - courtis 

115. Do you play the Wii? - to play mario kart ya

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? - no i dont like soup

119. Favourite book? - flowers in the attic is a favorite. also any nancy drew book (like the classic ones yanno carolyn keene yanno the hard cover yellow ones) 

121. Are you mean? - yes i think i’m a mean person i think i can be so mean and i hate me lmao 

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? - um probably not i dont know i dont wear white shoes bc i dont trust my ability to keep em clean lmao 

125. Do you believe in true love? - i want to yes 

127. What makes you happy? - not much lmao but simple things, cats, the sky, books, movies, music, friends

129. What your zodiac sign? - gemini 

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? - i dont have a best friend of the opposite sex bc i legitimately have like 2 friends so i dont know. it depends on the situation. 

133. Favourite lyrics right now? - hmmm all i can think of is “find hope in the hopeless” from james arthur’s ‘train wreck’ 

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? - i dont even know i say so much stupid shit on the daily 

137. How tall are you? - 5″5? maybe? idk

139. Brunette or Blonde? - if you’re asking my preference, then brunette 

141. Night or Day? - hm night 

143. Are you a vegetarian? - noooo mama likes her meat

145. Tea or Coffee? - iced tea

147. Mars or Snickers? - neither 

149. Do you believe in ghosts? - yes spooky boo