#Dyed my BLONDE hair black last summer and the damn color is still there-

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Helter Swelter

Rating: MA, NSFW

Spoilers: None

Trigger/content warnings: alcohol, semi-public sex, implied voyeurism

This is for the IN THE POOL square of @thatesqcrush 's Sexy Summer Bingo, and was requested!

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"This is a fucking disaster," Olivia sighed, throwing her bag onto the bed in frustration.

Amanda rammed the heel of her hand against the sputtering A/C unit in the window and frowned. "I don't know why you ever expect anything more from Daddy Dodds than a fuckup," she muttered.

Liv ran a hand over the nape of her neck under her hair, finding it moist with sweat, and surveyed their room. Dodds had told her that he had booked them at a high-class hotel for the Extended Learning conference that weekend. A five-star, full-service, swanky joint, he had sworn.

Yet, here they were - sweltering during the peak of a heatwave, in a barely passable room with one double bed and a busted A/C unit. Even better, they weren't even in the right city for the conference - a fact discovered when they called Dodds upon landing to tell him that nobody had heard of the hotel he named.

Fuckup was putting it mildly.

"I'll go talk to someone at the check-in desk and see if they can do anything about the air conditioning," Olivia announced.

"I'm going to take a cool shower in the meantime," Rollins said, palming sweat from her forehead.

The young man at the front desk looked at Liv as though he'd fallen asleep and she had walked out of one of his fantasies into the lobby. Handyman? Not on weekends, it turned out.

"The pool's open 'round the clock though," he shrugged. He finished up by giving her some info on what was available to order from the kitchen, then went back to the glare of his cell phone screen.

When Olivia got back to the room, Amanda was already out of the shower and had changed into light cotton shorts and a sports bra. Liv shrugged apologetically and tossed the info about food to her on the bed.

"No-go on the A/C. There's a pool though." She stopped at the bed long enough to grab her bag. "My turn in the shower, I guess."

Amanda nodded disinterestedly, perusing the menus as the brunette disappeared into the small bathroom.

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The clock in the room was ticking past 1:30am. On the coffee table in front of the room's armchairs was a plate of mostly-eaten chicken nachos, and what was left of a six-pack of beer, still sweating condensation.

On the bed, the SVU detectives were also sweating, awake atop the bedclothes. Olivia was on her back, eyes to the ceiling, Rollins was on her side. They breathed the overwarm air and tried not to move too much, but neither could sleep. Amanda's tossing and turning was more irritating with every creak of the narrow mattress.

Tick -

Creak

Tock.

Always followed by the dying, strangled hum of the useless A/C.

This is it, this is how I'm going to lose my mind, Olivia decided.

Tick. Tock. Tick -

Creak.

"Amanda!" Liv snapped, "Can't you stay still for five minutes?!"

"I"m sorry!" the blonde whined, "I can't fucking sleep!"

Liv rolled her eyes. "I thought you grew up in the South? You must've had nights hotter than this."

"We slept out on the porch in the Summer."

"Be my guest and go sleep in the parking lot if you'll be more comfortable."

Amanda gave a surprised huff that was partway between amusement and annoyance. She leaned up on her elbows, shot Olivia a look, then rolled to her feet. "I'm going for a swim," she announced.

Liv's head turned on the pillow. "Amanda - it's nearly two AM."

"It's still almost 97 degrees! I can hardly breathe, I'm so hot," the blonde groaned. "Plus, I bought an expensive new bikini to wear at the hotel Dodds promised, and it's a damn crime for it to go to waste."

She crossed to her suitcase and unzipped it. "'Sides, you don't have to come. Stay here and melt, if you'll be more comfortable," she mocked.

Ten or so minutes later, both women slipped into the elevator, dressed in thin complimentary hotel robes, bikinis and sandals. In their robe pockets they had tucked cans of the warming beer from their earlier order.

On the main floor, they followed the signs to the door that lead to the pool and pushed outside into the thick, hot night air. The pool was somehow cleaner than their room, and they had it all to themselves. It rippled and beckoned under the starlight and the few florescent lamps that lit the tiled area around it.

Amanda stopped alongside a lounge chair and emptied her pockets of beer before she slipped off the robe. "What do you think?" she asked Liv, hands on hips.

Olivia swallowed dryly, glancing quickly at the bikini and then away. "Very nice," she murmured, busying herself with her own robe and cans. As Amanda walked away toward the pool's edge, Liv took another, more surreptitious look at the bathing suit. It was a dark green color, highlighted with square, gold rivets along the straps, the band under the bust, and along two split straps at the front of the bottom, which tied at each hip.

She popped open a beer and took a long pull from the can. I've seen underwear with more material than that entire suit, she mused. Her own suit looked conservative by comparison: a sporty black two-piece with boyshort bottoms ruched at the sides, and a crocheted, mesh high-neck top that covered her cleavage.

Amanda let out a loud, satisfied groan that startled Olivia out of her bikini thoughts, nearly dropping the drink in her hand.

"Oh my God that feels so good!" she cried. Blood rushed into Liv's face and groin simultaneously. "Hurry up and get in - and bring me a beer!" Rollins urged excitedly.

Olivia shed the last barrier between her bikini and Amanda's gaze, and grabbed two cans of beer. She leaned down to hand one to the blonde at the pool's edge.

"Thank you," Amanda said, and smiled genuinely for the first time since their plane touched down. It raised a relaxed twinkle to her blue eyes, and Liv stared until she caught herself.

She let herself down carefully on the tile and then scooted to the pool's edge, stretching her long legs into the water. Amanda was, of course, right - the water felt fantastic against the cloying heat - and Liv sighed with relief, letting her head fall back as her eyes closed.

The Southern blonde smirked and drank her beer, feeling more herself now that she wasn't sticky and uncomfortable. Setting her drink down, she plunged under the water and wet the rest of her body, kicking hard. When she split the surface, she was a few feet away from Olivia, who was still kicking her legs, watching.

"You didn't come all the way down to just sit on the sidelines, did ya?" Amanda teased.

"What, you wanna play Marco Polo?" the brunette tossed back, smiling as she raised her can to her lips.

"Don't make me drag you in here, City Girl!"

Liv set aside her drink and rolled her eyes, pushing her weight up and over the side with both hands against the concrete tile. The soothingly cool water ribboned over her warm skin, sending goosebumps racing in every direction.

"Better?" she grinned.

Amanda put a finger to her lips thoughtfully. "Mostly . . . " she drawled, "just - " Then she spread both arms wide and used them to scoop and splash water at Olivia, laughing.

Liv opened her eyes as the water settled, letting drops drip from her jawline and hair. "I'll make you regret that, Dixieland," she said calmly.

Rollins laughed and tipped backward into the water, kicking her feet and floating along the surface. Liv ducked under the water to finish cooling off, then swam back to the side for another drink. The dehydration from the heat was making the beer go to her head more than usual; she felt good, and she was enjoying Amanda's flirting.

"You'll have'ta find me, first!" Rollins giggled from behind Olivia.

Rolling her eyes, Liv swallowed what was in her mouth and replied, "Right, because the pool is soo - " she turned around to face the water, finding herself alone, " - big," she faltered. Scanning the pool she didn't see ripples or bubbles - no sign of the blonde mermaid.

Olivia shivered, partly from her lowering body temperature, and partly from the eerie silence of standing there in the water alone.

"Enough, Amanda," she called. "you're not funny." When there was still no response or sound, the brunette turned defiantly back to her beer. The quiet, early morning dark wasn't so peaceful, suddenly.

With absolutely no hint of movement or sound of warning, Amanda tunneled up out of the water behind Liv, the noise breaking the surface like rolling thunder as splashes rained down. Liv let out a gasping yelp as she startled, then Amanda's arms locked around her middle from behind.

"Marco Polo!" she shrieked in glee as she pulled Olivia underwater against her.

Sputtering, they broke the surface again together after just a beat, Amanda still holding tight. "Jesus, Rollins!" Liv coughed out, "You gave me a heart attack!"

They stilled as Liv caught her breath, heart pounding from being caught unawares. Slowly, the feeling of Amanda's wet body wrapped around her from behind began to register with her senses: their legs, sliding against each other, cool skin on skin, the press of hard nipples against her back where Amanda's wet suit pressed. It sparked another shiver, but this one went to Liv's center.

"I don't think that's how Marco Polo is played," Olivia murmured softly.

"Well, we didn't play it that much in Georgia," Amanda chuckled, her warm breath tickling the back of Liv's neck. Then, just as suddenly, she let her go.

Liv pushed away slightly, back to the side and the drink that had been interrupted. But her mind was buzzing about more than beer now, wondering if Amanda's flirting was purposeful, natural or beer-induced. She kept her eyes on the stone tile as the blonde floated over and resumed her own drink. Their bodies were unnervingly close. Liv's breathing shallowed as she bored a hole in the spot she focused on.

Then, Amanda's foot, sliding against Olivia's ankle. Too pointed to be an accident. Higher - the leg was slipping against calf. Underwater footsies, Liv mused, a little drunkenly. Still, she refused to turn her head, not wanting to break the tranquility.

Rollins drained the can she was holding, then set it poolside before shifting her body so that she was directly behind Liv again. Cool, wet lips pressed against the nape of Olivia's neck, and she drew in a ragged breath, held it.

The kiss warmed and went on, lips dragging over the water drops on the sensitive skin there until finally her tongue joined in. Liv's eyes closed, relaxing into the touch as she exhaled. Next there were fingers at the strings where her bikini top was tied, tugging slowly, gently, giving plenty of opportunity for the brunette to call the stops.

All of it felt too good, however, for stopping to enter Olivia's mind. The water, the touch, the buzz from the beer - it all beat an Extended Learning conference to hell and back.

Amanda pulled the ties away slowly, one side at a time, kissing and nibbling warmly over Liv's shoulders, while her legs continued to playfully rub and slip around and between Liv's underwater.

Liv felt a hand return to her middle, pressing firmly, while the other arm crossed her upper chest. Amanda tipped Liv's head to the side with wet fingers to the jawline, then licked the point of her tongue up the curve and pulled an earlobe into her mouth.

A moan escaped Olivia as she wriggled against the blonde's hold, turning in her arms. "You taste like salt and flowers," Rollins smirked, her voice thick and deep. It was all she got out before the brunette framed her face with dripping hands and kissed her mouth.

Her tongue was a shock of heat in comparison to her hands, and Amanda gave back everything she received, their kisses as deep and wet as the pool itself. The turning in her embrace had taken care of moving Liv's top out of the way, and Amanda could feel the brush of wet breasts as the brunette made out with her madly.

She fought to get her hands between their bodies, then the smooth weight of those same breasts filled her palms. The sensation sent a ripple of desire throbbing through her swollen center. Amanda's thumbs grazed over the hard peaks and it finally broke their kiss, Liv's head lolling back.

"Fuck," she hissed, spurring the blonde on to rub harder. When she couldn't take it any more, she pushed her hands under Amanda's arms and grasped the bottom of her bikini top, yanking it over her head.

Olivia ducked low, her mouth just as hungry for this as it had been for Amanda's tongue. One cold, dripping nipple, then the other rolled under the brunette's tongue and pebbled under the scrape of her teeth until Amanda was panting, fingers slipping in their search for purchase on Liv's shoulders.

Kicking her feet, she steered them back to the pool's side until she could leverage her weight to regain dominance. Amanda pushed her knee in between Liv's thighs and made contact with the place she wanted to touch most. Immediately, Olivia's head dipped to the blonde's shoulder, her breathing quickening. She turned so that her lips were just under her ear and breathed, "I want you to make me come."

Without a breath of hesitation, Amanda buoyed Liv's weight up with her hands spread on her outer thighs, and deposited the dark haired woman on the pool's edge. Both hands tugged on the bottoms Liv still had on, until they rolled down and were tossed to the tile with a wet splat.

Amanda pulled Olivia's ass flush to the edge and wrapped her arms around her tan thighs, then lowered her tongue to the dewy pink valley between. Her clit was swollen and aching, twitching as Amanda nosed over it and sucked it gently.

Impatient, Liv bucked her pelvis into every touch of Rollins' sweet mouth. "I'm so fucking wet, Amanda, please . . . "

"Patience is a virtue," Amanda grinned. "Guess they don't teach that in the city," she teased, running her tongue down and inside Olivia's dripping entrance with a moan. She brought two fingers into the mix, slipping then inside carefully, then rubbing firmly against the G-spot.

The normally restrained SVU detective was sprawled on the pool tile, propped on her arms with her head dropped back and her legs over the Southern blonde's shoulders. Mouth open, thighs quivering, Olivia could hear the roar of her blood rushing and the sound of Amanda's talented fingers fucking her blind.

"Oh God, Amanda . . . don't stop, please . . . don't - yes, fuck me fuck me . . . " she babbled, unsure if she was even coherent.

Rollins couldn't stop grinning as she sucked and fucked the trembling brunette with fervor.

"I'm going to - oh fuck, oh oh Amanda! Ungh I'm going to come!"

"Damn right you are," the blonde mumbled as she pulled her fingers out and replaced them with her tongue again. Olivia squeezed her thighs and rode her orgasm out on the thrust of Amanda's tongue, dripping hot juices.

Pleased with herself, she released her grip on Liv's thighs and cupped pool water in both her hands, dousing her face and hair to cool down. "God, you're fucking incredible," she grinned.

Liv let out a laugh. "You did all the work! Get up here, Amanda."

She did as told and joined her on the cool cement tile. Olivia liberated her from her bikini bottom, then straddled over her on all fours. Delighted to once again be presented with Liv's slick, pink pussy above her face, Amanda wasted no time in sliding her fingers back inside. She was distracted this time, however, by the long, gentle brush of Liv's own fingers, spreading her own pussy open.

"Fuck, look how wet you are," Liv praised, gathering the slickness on her fingertips and swirling them around the blonde's hard clit.

"Jesus!" Amanda cried, her hips quaking at the touch as she remembered to pick up her thrusts into Liv.

A greedy race to the finish line started as both women worked to make the other come first with fingers and tongues as the pool threw reflections of light and the stars winked down on them.

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When they returned to their room, the morning was rushing toward dawn. Olivia opened the door and was startled to hear the hum of the now completely functional A/C unit.

"I'll be goddamned," Amanda drawled from over her shoulder.

Liv crossed to the unit and put her hands in front of it to make sure the air was cool. As she did so, Amanda found a new six-pack of cold beer on the coffee table. A post-it was stuck to the table beside the cans.

"Fixed your A/C, beer's on the house," Amanda read aloud to Liv, followed by, "But please feel free to enjoy another night swim anytime." She looked at Liv quizzically.

The front desk kid. Liv rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Oh, God."

"Good thing we ended up in the wrong place, after all," Amanda giggled, and pulled open another beer. "Cheers!"

END

#thatesqcrushsummerbingo #law and order svu #olivia benson #amanda rollins #svu #rolivia #hearteyes4mariska #my writing #in the pool #helter swelter #heatwave #fluffy smut #rollivia #tw: alcohol #tw: semi public sex #my fanfic #requested #semi public sex

[jeogiyall]

Pas De Deux; H.HJ

Word Count; 9.7k

Genre; Fluff, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers, Reader X Hyunjin

Warnings; Swearing, Suggestive, I would advise against reading if you have abandonment issues? It’s brought up a few times,,

Additional; Featured Chan, Felix, Jisung, and Minho; Ballerina Reader, Dance Partner Hyunjin, Reid once again writing about something that she has no idea how to do, (Sort Of) Slow Burn

A/N; when i tell u guys that i literally have no self control,, THE ORIGINAL DRAFT OF THIS WAS 10.46K ASFDSFS someone save me from myself. i’m sorry if anything’s inaccurate, i haven’t done ballet since i was like five and most of my research is from the unreliable internet,,, so if any ballerinas read this and are repulsed i’m sorry asdfdsa. please leave something nice if you enjoy <3<3<3<3

The last time that you saw Hwang Hyunjin was in fifth grade. You were wrapped up in each other on your front porch, him choking out tears as though it hurt. 

“Jinnie!” You cooed while running a hand through his short black hair, “I’m not dying, just going to boarding school!” His cries (along with the ringing guilt in your ears) only grew louder, “You’re really good at dancing, just audition next year!” He shook his head fervently against the crook of your shoulder, wet tears falling onto your skin.

“You know I suck at ballet!” If it weren’t for his palms pulling at his teary cheeks you would’ve giggled, maybe even teased him for the time in class that he almost broke his wrist while warming up at the barre. But he was crying, he was sad, and he was convinced that he’d never see you again. The sight alone was enough to make you pout, which only served to make him cry harder, “You could join my contemporary class for the summer?” He asked with starry, red eyes. It was almost enough to make you say yes.

“You know that I suck at contemporary!” The boy giggled at your counter, a sound that made your heart soar amidst all of the crying.

“Yea, you do...” He brought a hand up to his cheeks, trying desperately to wipe away tears that wouldn’t stop falling, “Just promise that you won’t forget me! I won’t forget you so you can’t forget me!” His pinky finger extended so it was nearly brushing the spot in between your eyebrows, and you were hit by the whispers of your first crush. With the summer days spent riding scooters in your driveway, and the winter ones spent sledding in it. With the long nights spent giggling about nothing underneath a blanket fort, or the endless days spent climbing trees in the bottomless woods behind the boys house. You were hit with the last five years all at once, and you knew instantly that even if he wasn’t standing in front of you with a teary face that you would still promise.

“I promise.” You answered while hooking your pinky in his as if it were a vow.

The school ended up being a perfect fit, your favorite part being the dorm room all to yourself. Even though it was small, and very ugly, it was all yours. Just like the friend group that blossomed out of your first ever co-ed class (which is sadly not a very interesting story. Han Jisung just made you swear to not dislocate his shoulders during partner stretches, and who are you to break a promise? Afterwards you received an invite to sit with him and his friend at lunch, the rest is history. Loud, annoying history.)

Nothing could’ve made it better... Well, nothing except for your sweet friend who had once occupied each thought in your head. Your sweet friend who’s summers were suddenly too full to see you, even for just a day. 

Your sweet friend who didn’t keep his promise.

* 

When it was announced that the contemporary and ballet branches of your dance institute would be merging for a year, your mind immediately jumped to Hyunjin. Despite not seeing him for almost six years. He always had such a passion for the style, making you miss out on hours of homework to watch videos of his favorite performers (it’s not like you minded too much, though.)

Han’s, on the other hand, was pure rage. Pure rage which he was letting out from your bed while watching you unpack.

“I just don’t get why they have to take a ballet class too! I have enough trouble getting solos as is.” The boy pouts while resting his head on your orange wood headboard. You’d feel sympathetic if it weren’t for the fact that he was blatantly lying, Han Jisung had gotten nearly every solo since eighth grade. Instead you roll your eyes dramatically and throw him a wadded ball of fabric from your suitcase. Naturally, he screams.

“Shut the fuck up and be helpful.” You scold, earning a childish whine while he sits up to fold the countless leotards. 

“Remind me why I missed you?” He grumbles just as your other, much nicer, friend walks into the cramped room.

“Aww, you missed me Sungie?” Felix asks, voice booming deeply through the space. The two of you instantly drop the clothes in your hands and run to the boy, which you should reprimand Jisung for seeing as he just lifted a finger. But you don’t, because Felix is here with more freckles than the last time you saw him and fresh pink hair that’s definitely going to be dyed natural again within the first week.

“Yes.” The energetic boy answers while worming his way into your hug. Felix giggles softly while petting Han’s dark brown hair before pressing noisy kisses all over his cheeks. He pokes Felix’s ribs as retaliation, to which the boy screeches (directly into your ear, might I add,) and it’s back to the normal, loud chaos “I will kill you!”

“Hey! No murder in my room, if you’re gonna do that go in the hallway!” You snap playfully, pushing Jisung away while moving back into the hug, “Help me unpack? Jisung hasn’t done shit.”

“Not fair!” The boy shouts from your bed, which he’s already plopped back down on.

“I’ll help, besides do you even want him folding your clothes?” You look over your shoulder to see Jisung with his hands tangled up in three different leotards, then back to Felix with terrified eyes. 

‘No,’ you mouth, eliciting another laugh from your friend. He moves over to the bed as well, then sets Jisungs hands free. The three of you talk mindlessly for hours, rambling on about Felix’s summer home and the month that you and Jisung spent traipsing around the boys hometown.

“How do you feel about the merger?” You ask suddenly, cutting Jisung off in the middle of an embarrassing story about a night spent at his house. Felix sighs deeply while tossing you the rolled leotard (your favorite one, light blue with pearls sewn around the collar,) while Jisung throws a wadded up pair of tights at your face.

“It’s fine I guess, just for a year right?” You shrug while the brunette puts on a grimace, hands suddenly very busy with folding, “They really need that rebuild, building’s falling apart. Ours is way better and we have extra room, so why not share?” 

“Tell that to the rat in my mini fridge.” Han grumbles while passing you a pile of black leotards. You laugh and accept, but not before ruffling his stiff hair. 

“Okay, I’ll make sure to do that the next time I’m in your room. Are you done bitching now?” The brunette pokes his tongue out at you jokingly, to which you respond with blowing a raspberry, “Felix is right, besides how terrible is it going to be? We’re all dancers right, and stuff like that is meant to be shared. Who are we to say that they can’t come and learn?” The room turns uncomfortably quiet, Jisung gnawing at his lower lip while Felix picks up his phone.

“Damn it!” The Australian exclaims as his screen lights up. You and Han look at him with furrowed eyebrows before he rolls his eyes and brings the phone up in between your faces, “Administration says I have to fix my hair.” 

Han doubles over with laughter, knocking the mountain of leotards (followed shortly by himself) onto the floor. You follow his lead, and before you know it the three of you are clutching your sides and wiping away happy tears. Felix’s hands ruffle into your hair with a hum, “Maybe I can try Jisungs color, hmm?” You duck away with a snort.

“No! I draw the line at matching hair!” The brunette defends, hands moving to cover the top of his head. Felix lunges at him, fully ready to engage in a tickle fight. Naturally, Jisung screams as if he’s being murdered. It should be annoying, any other time you would find it annoying. But these are your best friends, one of which you haven’t seen in over a month, and for some odd reason your heart feels so full that it could explode. 

“C’mon Lix, I’ll do your hair. What do you think about blonde?” 

And even though tomorrow your school is going to be flooded with new people, and your classes full of students who have probably never done more than basic positions, in the moment it feels okay. Because one of your best friends is screaming ‘NO DON’T TOUCH MY HAIR!’ while the other assures him that ‘It’ll probably most likely be okay! Look, she did mine!’ It’s a perfect chaos that you wouldn’t trade for anything.

*    

There have been plenty of strange coincidences in your life. Like how your first dog was named Felix, and it’s now the name of one of your best friends (who’s hair ended up looking perfectly fine, thank you very much.) Or how your usual waiter at the diner in Jisungs hometown ended up being the cousin of your first kiss. Or how your dorm room is the only one on the hall with painted walls, that just so happen to be your favorite color. Plenty of weird things, but none are as weird as this. Because you’re sitting on the floor of your second class of the day, ‘Intro To Pas De Deux,’ and Hwang Hyunjin has just entered through the side door. Two minutes late.

He’s hard to recognize at first, seeing as there’s more than an added foot of height and black hair that’s creeping down the back of his neck, but the more you look the more you recognize. Pillowy lips, full cheeks, a freckle right in the set of his eye bags. You’re not entirely sold until he laughs, a sweet and breathy sound. The laugh that’s always been three seconds away from turning into a wheeze.

“What’s wrong?” Jisung questions while pulling himself up by your hands, eyes following the line that yours draw to Hyunjin, “Do you know him or something?” 

You’re about to answer when Hyunjin finally turns around, eyes scanning the room before settling on you. He thinks that you look different, too. Taller and slimmer, everything that used to be squishy replaced with soft muscle. But there’s also the bridge of your nose, your hands that are barely gripping Jisungs, and of course your eyes that are staring at him like it hurts. 

“(Y/n?)” He questions, your name falling from his lips as though it’s meant to do so. You nod, mouth falling open dumbly. The boy takes a step forward then freezes.

“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on? Or at least help me finish stretching?” Jisungs voice reeks of annoyance, you think that if you weren’t in such a state of shock that you’d flick him on the forehead.

“You go to the contemporary school?” Jisung doesn’t take well to being ignored, puffing loudly while scrambling to finish stretching at the barre. Your brain immediately flashes back to Hyunjins second ballet class in third grade, when you were teaching him your favorite warm up stretches. He ended up tangled in between the barre and the wall, which shouldn’t even be possible, but Hyunjin managed. 

“Um... Yea.” Every inch of your body is screaming to stand up and engulf him in a hug, but your legs feel like jello. That, and there’s a small feeling of anger rising in your throat, “L-let me help.” He plops down in front of you before you can say yes. You don’t have to though, Hyunjin still knows that you can’t refuse him. You take his hands in yours, definitely ignoring the pink flush to his cheeks, and pull his torso towards you. 

“It’s been six years.” The words come out choked, full of the pain from your first summer without him. When you’d spend hours playing out in the sun, knocking on your friends front door every morning. He was never there. 

“Sorry.” You want him to show some type of emotion, let you know that he cares. That he’s actually sorry for breaking his promise, “I tried to come and see you in July but you weren’t home.” 

“I was at Jisung’s house, we spend the summers together.” If you were more angry and less hurt you would say ‘now that I don’t spend them with you,’  but he’s still Hyunjin. He’s still Hyunjin, and you don’t think that you could handle the way he would frown at your snide remark. 

Jisung flashes you a look from his place at the barre that reads ‘Who is this guy and why do you look so sad?’ You let Hyunjin pull you into the stretch while responding with a gaze that says ‘I’ll tell you later.’  Hyunjins grip tightens on your hands as you exhale deeply into the stretch, the light blue fabric of your leotard brushing against the dance studio floor.

“(Y/n,) I-” Maybe it’s the way that he licks his lips before talking, or the fact that he looks so much and so little like your best friend at the same time, or possibly even how you can feel the way that he hugged you at your last meeting sitting on your shoulders like a winter coat, but his hands suddenly feel like fire.

“I have to go!” You exclaim, popping up out of the stretch and onto your feet in one swift motion. The boy looks up at you with puppy dog eyes that spark a feeling so intense in you that you have to look away, “I have to go, I-I’ll um... I’ll see you around.” You dash off to the spot in front of Jisung, silently thanking every star in the sky that Hyunjin doesn’t have a chance to follow you. Because just as soon as you get up someone else sits down and begins to excitedly ask the boy questions (he’s short, with a petite frame and an unfamiliar face. Probably another transfer student.)

“Did he say something to you?” Jisung asks as you jump into your favorite warm up routine. There’s not really a right way to answer, because did he say anything just now? No, but six years ago he said that he’d never forget you. He promised as much, and then spent every moment doing nothing but that. You exhale while your feet continue to move instinctively, a slight sense of peace washing over you at the comfort of a routine. 

“We should focus, class is starting soon.” Jisung whines and argues, but you just ignore him. Similarly to how you ignore Hyunjins gaze on you for the rest of the class. 

*

Ignoring Hyunjin is much easier than you anticipated. In class you can distract yourself with Jisung before the teacher comes in, and lunch is fine enough. While he is there, sitting at a table that’s painfully close to yours, he doesn’t try to talk. Or worse, come and snatch up the free seat across from Felix. But no, he does nothing of the sort. Just laughs with his friends and shoots the occasional glance your way (the one composed of sparkly eyes and lips that are a breath away from pouting.)

But then there’s now, standing in the doorway of your stage chemistry class and Hyunjin is all that you can see. Hyunjin, standing in the center of the room and pressing play on the terribly outdated stereo. Hyunjin, running a hand through his raven black hair and inhaling deeply with closed eyes. All you wanted was to get your jacket, but now you have enough Hyunjin for a lifetime.

Loud, bass heavy music swells in the room as he starts to move. At first the movements are jerky, awkward almost. But then the music decrescendos every so softly and he exhales, then proceeds to move as if the dance is being pulled out of him. As if this choreo is the way that he was programmed to move. When the song peaks you swear that you feel tears prickling the back of your eyes, because this is so Hyunjin. The way he’s dancing with every bone in his body, the way his hair is now dripping in sweat and flying all around him, the way his plump lips suck in air. It’s Hyunjin down to the core, and you’ve missed him so much.

When the music dies you clap slowly, causing the boy to shoot up like a frightened cat. He whips around to where you stand, softening like butter when he sees your frame leaned up against the wooden door frame.

“You scared me!” He shrieks, bringing up a hand to clutch his chest. It reminds you of your last Halloween with him, when the two of you got to trick or treat alone. Hyunjin decided that it would be a great idea to go to a fear farm, in which he screeched and clung to you the entire time. It wasn’t even that scary, he’s just a baby.

“Sorry.” You answer, mouth going as dry as the desert, “You, um... You’re really good.” He laughs flatly while moving over to his dance bag to pull out a towel. You watch as he dabs the sweat away, something stupid and needy churning in your stomach. You write it off as hunger.

“Thanks, I still suck at ballet though.” It’s a joke, you know it’s a joke, but something about laughing feels wrong.

“You don’t.” You take a step into the room, wandering over to where your windbreaker is piled on the floor next to the boy, “I’ve seen you in class, and you’re not bad. Just out of practice.” He lets out another flat laugh while dropping the towel, quickly exchanging it with a water bottle.

“Yea, about nine years out of practice. I barely even remember how to do a pirouette.” He’s trying so hard to make you laugh, just like the old days. The growing tension in your shoulders and lump in your throat is preventing that from happening.

“I can teach you.” You offer while shrugging the jacket on. Within seconds he’s babbling out excuses, which you wave off, “Don’t even worry about it, I need to practice anyways.” You bend down to untie your sneakers before moving to the center of the room, Hyunjin following in quick succession, “So you obviously know the proper foot technique, pointed toes only and all of that. And the retire position is just your foot in the notch above your knee.” You demonstrate it in the mirror, and even though he’s far from being a ballerina he’s done enough classes to know that you want him to copy it, “Yea, good. It looks good.”

“Where are my shoulders supposed to be?” He asks shyly, not used to questioning such simple things.

“Back, always back. Now check that your hips aren’t tilted, I-I’ve always been told to imagine that they’re a fruit bowl.” You steal a quick glance at the boy while he’s adjusting, heart fluttering the same way that it did so many years ago, “Okay, now um... Now put your feet into fourth position, just like that yea, then bend your knees and push off from your back leg.” You do the turn, a motion so natural that it might as well be brushing your teeth, “Like that, easy peasy!” The boy scoffs while bringing up his arms the same way that you had yours just seconds ago.

“Yea, easy peasy for you!”  A soft giggle falls from your lips, bouncing off the walls of the empty studio (as well as Hyunjins ears.)

“C’mon!” You tease while moving around to face him, a soft smile playing at your lips, “You see me mess up in class all of the time, just go for it. The worst that could happen is being wrong.” He nods, then exhales shakily. When he does the turn it’s a bit wobbly, but definitely not anything worse than what you’ve seen before.

“Oh my god, (Y/n) that was terrible like genuinely awful-” The words feel harsh, but he’s wearing a bright smile and laughing like there’s not a care in the world. You can’t help but laugh too.

“No, no! It was fine!” You assure through a laugh as he gets back into position. From the corner of your eye you see him mouth ‘liar,’ which earns him a harsh flick between the eyes, “Just bring your hips a little more forward like...” It’s instinctual for your hand to fall onto his hipbone, something you’ve done to Felix hundreds of times. The main difference is that when you adjust Felix he usually tells you to fuck off, then softly knees your stomach. When you do it to Hyunjin he audibly chokes and you feel fire ignite beneath your fingertips, “Like this. Now go into fourth and try again, but keep your hips aligned!” The boy nods before sinking into position and pushing up into a flawless turn.

“I did it!” He exclaims, hands flying up like he’s about to hug you, “You were right, you were right I did it!” Something about his wide, excited eyes makes every wall built around your heart crumble into dust. So you accept the hug, once again allowing yourself to fall victim to the sweetness that is Hwang Hyunjin.

“I was what, I was... Did you say right?!” He rolls his eyes at your teasing, trying desperately to pretend like he didn’t miss it. It’s useless, because the way that Hyunjin’s holding you let’s you know that he’s missed you just as much as you have him, “Alright big guy, let me go. I’ve got studying to do and shoes to break in.” He whines lowly, arms trying to grab you as you snake away. 

“Can we get dinner together or something?” He begs, hand briefly tangling itself in yours. You fight down the blush rising to your cheeks while pulling your hand away and stuffing it into your pocket.

“Not tonight, you have to keep practicing those pirouettes! But don’t worry, you’ll be seeing more of me... Partner.” Hyunjin smiles widely at your words, realization settling in as quickly as they leave your mouth.

“Do you mean...?”

“Yes,” You exhale, mentally preparing for another bone crushing hug, “I’ll be your partner for class.” 

Hyunjins hug is almost nice enough that you forget about how annoying Jisung’s going to be when you tell him.

*

It turns out that the friends Hyunjin made are almost as amazing as the ones that you did. Everyone was a little awkward when the two groups first merged, specifically Jisung who was still butt hurt about you switching partners. But then Felix got to talking with Chan (the person who’s been mothering your friend ever since he started at the contemporary institute. From the way they talk, Hyunjin would’ve both starved and failed if it weren’t for the older boy,) and suddenly everyone was meeting in your room on Fridays for a weekly game of uno. 

“Absolutely not, you’re fucking cheating!” Minho (the other new face from your stage chemistry class,) shouts while pointing a finger across the card pile and into Jisungs face. The boy moves to jokingly bite at it, causing Chan’s eyes to go as wide as the moon.

“No, no, no! No murder, and no biting what the hell!” You snort at your new friends bewildered expression while passing a canned sparkling water to Hyunjin. He accepts with a smile before mouthing ‘they’re insane!’ Felix sees and proceeds to nail him in the face with your favorite throw pillow.

“Says the guy who sleeps in socks-” Hyunjin throws the pillow back harshly, causing Chan to damn near pass out. It’s all that you can do to not roll over with laughter.

“My feet get cold.” He grumbles with a pout that makes both you and Minho coo from your spots beside the boy.

“Okay, okay, Minho just pick up the cards and let’s keep going? I’m about to finish!” The boy grumbles angrily, all ‘stupid card game’ and ‘I don’t wanna pick up twenty cards!’ You lock eyes with Chan from across the card pile, taking brief solace in the presence of someone else with a functioning brain.

“So we all know that (Y/n’)s about to win, and that she’s my best friend and favorite duet partner,” Everyone answers him with an immediate ‘rude,’ which makes a girlish giggle bubble up in your throat, “which is why it makes me so terribly sad to do this.” You watch closely as he dramatically pulls a card from his hand then places it on top of the deck, a fat draw four staring you straight in the eyes. Everyone goes silent while watching your face fall drastically.

“Hwang Hyunjin, I am going to-” The room bursts into chaos before you even finish the sentence. In the end there are about twelve fresh bruises, six entirely hoarse sets of vocal chords, and one demolished dorm room. Just a normal Friday night.

Except for the way that your heart stutters when Hyunjin mouths a simple ‘love you’ over the bustling group. That’s not normal, but you think that you like it.

*

“Hyunjin, if you keep your hands there I’m going to fall.” You say to your duet partner, whose hands are wandering aimlessly up your torso. They’re supposed to be on your hips, serving as an anchor for your body while it dips towards the ground. 

“Sorry, sorry.” The boy mumbles, not entirely meaning it. It’s impossible to be sorry when he can physically feel your heart speed up beneath his hands.

“Try to sound just a little bit less convincing next time, okay?” You shimmy slightly in a futile attempt to move his hands, which only makes him laugh brightly. If it weren’t for your less than ideal position (halfway bent into a split with every ounce of your weight balanced on the tips of your toes,) you would hit him.

“Do you want me to drop you, because I can drop you if it’s what you want-” The teacher snaps her fingers, pulling everyone’s attention out of the various warm up routines and to the front of the room. Hyunjins hands pull away from your torso so quickly that it burns.

“No dropping dance partners on purpose, that’s the first rule of building stage chemistry.” She chastises, eyes brushing briefly over your friend which causes him to turn thirty shades of pink. You giggle quietly to yourself before sticking your tongue out at him, “But of course, you can’t truly start to build a connection until there’s material. So that’s what we’re doing today, I’ve assigned each group with a pas de deux, or ‘dance for two’. Whoever I think shows the most promise within the next week will be given the opportunity to enter in the regional competition.” She says opportunity, but the stern tone of her voice means that whoever she picks will definitely have to do the competition.

Everyone floods to the front of the class before she even finishes, Hyunjin moving to do so as well before you quickly grip his wrist.

“She didn’t say to go yet, and if we want to qualify for that competition we’re going to have to start kissing up now.” You keep your face forward, chin up and shoulders back, but even then you can feel Hyunjins smile, “What?!”

“You want to do the competition?” He sounds hopeful, nearly childlike.

“Of course! That’s like half the reason I go to school here, the competitive atmosphere.” People are starting to settle back into place, your teacher wearing a look of utter annoyance. Hyunjin doesn’t seem to notice, seeing as his mouth keeps moving.

“I’ve only known how to do a pirouette for a month, and I still can’t really get my double. You’d have a better chance with Han, or-” As soon as the teachers back is turned you whip around to your babbling partner, hands planted firmly on his broad shoulders. It takes a second for his eyes to meet yours, but when they do he nearly melts.

“I don’t want to do it with anyone else, I want to do it with you. And just because your double isn’t perfect doesn’t mean that it’s not good so stop stressing.” He looks down for a second, cheeks growing as pink as your shoes. By force of habit you hook a hand beneath the boys chin and force him to look at you, “I mean it.” He swallows harshly, then nods. With a sigh you let go of the boy and return to your previous (assigned) position. Just in time too, seeing as the teacher turns around right as you settle next to the boy.

“You may check your assignments at the end of class, if you haven’t done so already.” You flash a knowing glance to Hyunjin, almost as if to say ‘I told you so.’ He knows better than to argue.

At the end of class you go up to look with Jisung while Hyunjin gathers your things for you, the short brunette babbling excitedly about the previously mentioned regional’s. 

“I thought that you don’t do partner work?” You tease lightly while ducking down to look at the list.

“I don’t, but neither does my partner! So we’ll just be okay at...” He bends next to, head full of brown hair hitting you straight in the eyes, “Romeo and Juliet?” You bite down a laugh while pushing the boy away.

“Don’t try to fight it, you’re such a Romeo. Just like I am such a... Lise!” The boys face contorts with jealousy as he ducks back down, once again knocking your heads together.

“You guys got La Fille mal gardee? And the ribbon dance?!” You giggle back a small yes while pinching the boys frowning cheeks, “No fair! Absolutely no fair, I have to do stupid Romeo and Juliet and you got my favorite ballet, no fair!”

“It’s my favorite too!” You defend, which ends up being pointless because both Hyunjin and Jisung chorus back with ‘not true!’ 

“Your favorite is swan lake.” Hyunjin states while sliding your dance bag onto your shoulder. Maybe it’s the fondness in his action, or the way that he named off your favorite ballet as though it was a fact ingrained into his brain, but your heart swells so large that you swear it could pop like a balloon. 

“Okay,” you exhale, hand moving to the spot where his fingers were ghosting just seconds ago, “one of my favorites.”

*

At your first rehearsal for regionals you and Hyunjin are given the ribbon to use, seeing as it’s literally the ribbon dance. Practicing without it was honestly getting awkward, which is unfortunate seeing as the boy nearly got it taken away within minutes. 

“Look (Y/n,) I’m a present!” He had exclaimed, causing you to whip around to the sight of your partner with a pink silk bow tied around his chin.

“Oh no, Hyunjin!” You whispered through a quiet laugh, moving towards him to untie it, “You are so ridiculous!”

“What? Am I not a gift?” He pouted while trying to pull your hands away, which earned him nothing but a harsh smack on the wrist. You slipped it off his face and behind your back just as the teacher walked in the door to give the ‘your ribbon is not a toy,’ talk.

At the second you describe the plot of La Fille mal Gardee, which proves to be slightly (read: very confusing.)

“Wait wait wait, she doesn’t even like the other guy?!” He asks while shaking his head cutely, black hair bouncing along with the motion. If it gets any longer he’s going to have to start putting it up.

“Nope, not one bit.” His eyebrows furrow as he starts to grumble ‘this is kind of stupid,’ earning a giggle and a push to the shoulder, “No it isn’t! It’s funny, and sweet! I really relate to Lise and her... Character arch I guess.”

“Isn’t she the girl who needed guarding or something like that?” His tilts to the side, teeth catching ever so slightly on his puffy pink lips.

“Yea,” You exhale with a quickening heart rate, “something like that.” There’s silence for a minute, nothing but Hyunjin shaking his head and sighing softly.

“That’s not you. No one needs to guard you.” For some reason your brain flashes back to the third summer alone (that awkward stage where you were too old to make new friends and too young to go see Jisung,) when you spent everyday walking through the woods alone. Sometimes you would just walk until the sun went down and your only company was the stars, but most days you would find a new place to sit down and hum out the motifs of your favorite ballets, “No one.”

For a moment you think that he’s right.

The fourth rehearsal (exactly one week after the first) is when you get to a stage kiss in the choreography, your teacher describing the motions along with a recording that’s projecting on the back wall. It starts with the boy pulling in the girl by the ribbon, then swooping down to meet her lips with a smile. Then she twirls away, leaving your skin hot and crawling. 

“We’re um... A-are we gonna do that?” Hyunjin asks through a whisper, leaning close enough that you can feel his breath. It’s warm and smells like spearmint.

“We’ll know when we get there I guess, now pay attention!” You push his face away from yours and back to the projection, watching as the couple wraps each other up in the silky ribbon.

When you do finally get there an hour later he looks so nervous that he could puke. Your teacher shouts out the next move, ‘kiss and then twirl away,’ which only adds to the painful drumming of your heart.

“It’s okay, (Y/n,) you don’t have to.” His voice is low, hushed. Almost like he doesn’t want anyone else to hear.

“No, no! It’s okay, I’ll just...” You lean forward as much as you can with the ribbon hugging your waist and press a feather light kiss onto the tip of his nose. The teacher coos, maybe even praises the two of you on the developing stage chemistry. You don’t hear it. You don’t hear anything over the erratic beating of your heart, “I’ll just do that, okay?” He swallows dryly, eyes flashing quickly down to your lips then back up to your sweet gaze.

“Y-yea, perfect.” There’s something building up in the space between your bodies, so thick that you could spread it over toast, “You should twirl away, right?” You nod, wanting desperately to stay. To kiss him in an earth shattering way.

A part of you thinks that you shouldn’t. That Hyunjin has the power to ruin every part of you, and that wanting to give that to him after your hearts already been broken is foolish. But you do, you want to. Because loving Hyunjin feels good enough that the pain doesn’t matter.

After the fifth rehearsal the two of you feel as though you’ve torn every muscle in your body. Your teacher decided within the first twelve minutes that the two of you would benefit from some conditioning, which resulted in you and Hyunjin holding side by side planks (as well as other terrible positions) and muttering curses for a solid hour.

“I’m gonna collapse.” Hyunjin whines, plopping down onto the hardwood floor beside his dance bag. Something that’s probably supposed to be a laugh falls out of your mouth before you pull the water bottle from your bag.

“At least you haven’t been wearing pointe shoes all day.” You groan while moving the bottle to your mouth. A mouthful of water slides down your throat right as the boys face twists into one of horror.

“Oh gosh, oh no I’m so sorry!” You try to wave the black haired boy away, which only makes him feel worse, “No, no! I wanna help let me umm... Come back to my room? I can set up a foot bath with...”

“Epsom salts.” You answer after swallowing another swig of water, “But I have all of the stuff in my room, I can take care of it.” Hyunjin whines again while rolling over onto his stomach and pushing himself into a sitting position. There’s a bead of sweat dripping down the bridge of his nose, something that you shouldn’t focus on. It catches on the tip before falling delicately onto his collar bone.

“I wanna take care of it,” It feels like all of the air has been sucked out of the room, “just... Here, wear my jacket into the building so no one can see that you’re uh... A girl.” You try to argue again, but then your cheeks are squished in between his hand and his eyebrows are furrowed just enough for it to be cute, “Let me take care of you.”

And really, how could you say no to that?

*

“Hwang Hyunjin, you are my favorite person in the world.” You sigh, feet dipping into the warm cloudy water. He plops down next to you with a laugh and arms full of snacks.

“Can I get that in writing? You know, just to prove it to Jisung.” Laughter bounces off of his dorm walls, filling the boys brain with childhood memories. Like the time that you two were riding scooters in your driveway and just as the sun started to set you skinned your knee. Hyunjin had thought for a minute that the shaking of your shoulders was sobbing, but quickly discovered by a tilt of your chin and hands wrapped around your sides that you were indeed laughing. Beautiful, clear laughter complete with sunshine dripping from your skin. It was the first time he can remember thinking that someone was beautiful.

“Yes!” You exclaim, effectively pulling the boy from his memory, “But only if you give me food.” He giggles tiredly, a sound so sweet that it might as well be honey, and tosses a bag of pita chips your way.

“You don’t even have to ask.” 

You’re supposed to go back to your dorm at eleven, thirty minutes after arrival. But then Hyunjin starts talking about anything and everything, ranging from how he met Minho to the old building of his school. The way he chuckles sleepily while reminiscing on water logged ceilings is enough to make you melt.  

Somehow your head ends up pulled against his chest, rising and falling with his breaths. There’s an arm tied around your waist like ribbon, lips softly brushing your hairline as he mumbles endlessly about everything, your leg across his lap as though they’re supposed to be. 

“What time’s it?” You slur, clenching onto the fabric of his shirt. It smells like spice and fresh pine and Hyunjin. So much like Hyunjin.

“Midnight.” You think to yourself that it’s time to leave, that if any of the staff found out about this you’d be dead. You also think that Hyunjin smells like fresh pine and that he’s holding you in a way that you’ve never been held.

The sound of his even breathing and the weight of his arms on you lulls you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

*

When you wake up it’s to the obnoxious blaring of Hyunjins alarm. The boy whines lowly before punching it into snooze. It’s enough to make you laugh, then pull your head away from the cradle of his chin.

“C’mon sleepy, it’s time to get up. What do you have for breakfast?” If it weren’t for your hair tickling his cheek or the way your torso writhes beneath his arm he would be annoyed by your chirping voice. After the hundreds of early mornings school has thrown your way you can’t really help but be a morning person. 

“More sleep, that’s what I have.” He grumbles as you crack the curtains open, trying desperately to pull the comforter over his eyes.

“You need food to fuel your body Hyunjin-” Before you can finish lecturing him an arm shoots up from beneath the gray blanket, crashing your body onto his with a sleepy groan.

“M’ just kidding.” He pulls you under the blanket with him, mimicking the first time he spent the night at your house. You two stayed up until the sun was rising, hidden away from the world by the fluffy pink comforter of your childhood bedroom, “Protein bars are in the closet and apples’r on top of the mini fridge.

It’d be so easy to skip classes and stay here all day, not a care in the world besides the sweet boy that you’re currently tangled in. A part of you wants to melt away and give in, but a bigger part knows that doing that is a commitment. Like saying that you’re his to hold and break however he pleases. It’s the scariest thought that you’ve had in months.

“W-we should get going. Yea?” The words sound like you’ve been choking on them. A fact that Hyunjin takes notice of, eyes growing sad and attentive as his arms wiggle away from your waist.

“Yea, yea. Minho will be here in ten minutes, we walk to pas de deux together.” Before you can help it your expression turns panicked, eyebrows shooting up as your jaw drops open, “Sorry! He’s not gonna tell anyone or anything I promise!” Something clenches in your chest at the sight of him sitting up in bed, black hair sticking up every way that it can.

“I know he won’t, it’s just...” You look down at your body, clothed with Hyunjins sweatshirt and a pair of his long socks (turns out that he was onto something with the whole ‘sleeping in socks’ thing,) “I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.” His gaze shoots up to meet yours, so soft and relaxed that you could cry.

“Which would be?” There’s a pounding in your ears that’s quickly recognizable as a heartbeat. 

“That we’re together.” It’s barely above a whisper, but Hyunjin hears you loud and clear. From the light tremble to the breathy finish, he hears you.

“We could be, if that’s what you want.” He puts a hand on your shoulder, an action familiar enough that it’s normal yet tender enough that your cheeks are flushing pink, “Is that what you want?” 

“I-I, um...” Your heart is screaming yes, that you want to be his and only his. That while you aren’t a girl who needs to be guarded, you are a girl who wants to be guarded. Guarded from everything by Hyunjins thin comforter and strong arms.

But then you think about the promise that Hyunjin broke. The promise that he wouldn’t forget you, and then broke less than twenty-four hours later. You think about how badly you’ve wanted to spend the last day of summer with him every year since. Your mouth opens right as a knock sounds against his door, “Can we talk about this later?” Hyunjin nods lightly while getting up to grab two apples off of the top of the mini fridge. 

“I’m so sorry for however he reacts.” The boy groans under his breath, offering you a light green apple along with an apologetic smile. You accept, smiling back before popping out of bed to pull your dance bag over your shoulder.

“It can’t be that bad, Minho’s level headed.” If it weren’t for the fact that Hyunjin still has a question lodged in his throat he would’ve laughed.

You’re the one who finally opens the door, interrupting Minho mid-knock. At first he looks aggravated, ready to launch into a long speech about how ‘timeliness is important’ and ‘you always fucking make us late’ but when his eyes meet you his jaw goes slack. 

“What the f-”

If the sound of Minho screeching wasn’t telling enough, you were very very wrong.

*

The next four days are spent dancing around Hyunjins burning question, constantly talking about anything else or switching the topic when it seems like he might bring it up. At first he barely notices, simply assuming that you need time to mull it over, but then Jisung and Chan sit in on a lunchtime rehearsal.

The dance is coming along perfectly, so much so that the boys don’t even notice your hesitations. Hyunjin sees it though. Sees the way that your hands tremble before planting on his shoulders, the way that your face looks sad after pressing the soft kiss onto his nose. While he hasn’t seen you dance as much as Jisung or Felix probably have, he’s still seen enough to know that you’re never like this. Never uncertain.

“What was that about?” The boy asks after the rehearsal, hands crossed against his chest. You’re going to ignore him, focus on nothing other than getting out of your pointe shoes and off to your next class, but then his dark brown eyes catch on yours, “Seriously!”

“What are you talking about?” You respond, fingers working quickly to undo the ribbons around your ankles. A sigh leaves your mouth as one shoe slips off and into your bag, quickly moving to the other one before Hyunjin can continue the questioning.

Turns out that your friend is terrible at picking up on social cues.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” Your head is briefly pulled up from the floor as his voice grows impossibly soft, your heartbeat faltering ever so slightly. There’s a quiet goodbye as Jisung and Chan leave the studio, “Y-you scared me.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, throwing the second shoe into your bag while a lump takes form in your throat. If he wasn’t your best friend then he would think that you’re just tired, or hungry, or anything other than deflecting. But he is your best friend, who knows that being tired or hungry only makes you sad. Your best friend who knows that you’re deflecting harder than you ever have before.

“It’s okay, just tell me. Please.” His last word is so hushed that you can barely hear it, but it’s there. Light, and airy, and perfectly there, “Is this about what I asked?” Before you can help you’re nodding, once again giving this boy every part of you that can break.

“Yea, kind of.” It feels like your mouth is full of cotton, leaving you uncomfortably hot along with speechless. A loud sigh rings through the studio as Hyunjin slides down to meet your height, hands burying into his raven black hair. The sight takes you back to the last day of fifth grade; you and him holding each other on your front porch as if the world was ending, your hands tangled into his hair.

“Is it because you don’t want to?” There’s his eyes on yours, your chest heaving, and nothing else in the entire universe. Just (Y/n,) the girl who wants to be guarded, and Hyunjin, (Y/n’)s beloved.

“No.” 

“Then why didn’t you say yes?” Right now feels like when you’re at a competition, in the middle of a variation that’s been giving you hell since you started working on it. It’s seconds before the hardest part, the one that you’re still not sure of. It’s the adrenaline rushing through your veins and the words ‘now or never’ echoing with each timed exhale.

“Because. How do I know that you won’t forget about me when summer comes?” Your words hit him like a punch to the gut, causing his lips to part and then heave for air. 

“I-I never forgot about you.”

“Yes you did!” There are tears prickling the back of your eyelids, which you quickly blink away before continuing, “I waited for you outside your house every day! And then, when you wouldn’t show up, I-I’d spend every day alone. Doing what we used to do together, but by myself! I was all by myself and I missed you so much, Jinnie. So, so much.” He’s going to tell you that you’re wrong. That while all of those things happened, he never ever forgot about you.

But then there’s that old nickname, the one reserved specifically for family and you. He hasn’t heard it in months, and when he finally does it’s rolling out of your mouth like a plea soaked in honey. Something that’s going to stick with him for forever.

“(Y/n,) please-” You’re up and out of the door before he can even finish.

*

It’s a dreary Friday morning, rain trickling down your window and painting your room a gray shade of blue. With a deep inhale you realize that everything is finally smelling like fall, which only solidifies the fact that you never want to get out of bed. Unfortunately you have a class in half an hour that you do kind of need to go to. 

But it’s not too terrible. Maybe if you were getting up to go take a math class, or run a marathon, but you aren’t. You’re getting up to go to ballet class, and you can wear your favorite leotard again (the light blue one, with pearls sewn around the collar,) and the rain outside is heavy enough to be calming but light enough that you can fend it off with an umbrella. The only thing that could make this morning any better is your favorite childhood breakfast, honey nut cheerios with strawberry milk.

Which is, oddly enough, sitting outside of your door when you open it to head off to the dining hall. A gallon sized jug of bright pink milk next to a family size box of your favorite cereal, just sitting in the middle of the hallway with a folded piece of paper resting precariously on top. Something about this has Hyunjin written all over it. You lean down to pick up the note, reading it about a thousand times over before rushing back into your room to wolf down the breakfast that you haven’t had in months.

‘(Y/n,)

I never forgot you.

Come to my room tonight after rehearsal. Please.

Sincerely, Hyunjin.’ 

When you two do the first full run through of the pas de deux that night he holds you extra tight. Maybe because he misses you. Maybe because he thinks that after tonight he’ll never have the chance to do so again.

But when he opens the door to his dorm room you see pink fluffy blankets folded on his bed. On top of them is a basket, filled to the brim with every last one of your favorite things. Strawberries dipped in chocolate like the ones your mother would make on hot summer nights, snickers bars like the ones that you two would share after days spent in your driveway, glass bottled lemonade like you would buy from the stand up the street.

“I may or may not have also bought your favorite movie. Well, if it’s still Barbie And the Twelve Dancing Princesses.” A giggle sounds through the room, bouncing around the walls and then back onto Hyunjins burning cheeks.

“It is, but don’t tell Jisung!” Rain starts to fall again, the soft pitter patter mixing perfectly with the boys soft laugh. His hand grazes briefly against the small of your back as he starts to guide you into the tight room, “I’m serious! Him and Lix will make fun of me!” The pout on your face is enough to melt anyone’s heart, which is why Hyunjin doesn’t even think twice when his knees go weak as jelly.

“My lips are sealed.” He says, walking over the boxy tv (that certainly wasn’t there last week) on his desk and inserting the disc, “Now sit back and enjoy.”

It’s not a hard request to fill, your tired body sinking immediately into the fluffy blankets and mouth watering each time you bite down on a strawberry. Rain continues to patter softly against the window, the sound occasionally being replaced by a loud roll of thunder which makes the boy next to you jump. You had laughed at the action, asking softly if he was scared. It was a rhetorical question, you know fully well that he’s always been scared of thunder.

“No! Yes, shut up.” And if you mind that the boy cuddles softly into your side, one arm wrapped around the curve of your waist while the other holds a chocolate strawberry, you don’t say so. 

The two of you stay tangled up in each other like that until the credits roll, Hyunjins breathy sigh hitting your cheek as he shifts to get up. You watch with heartfelt eyes as he crosses the dimly lit room, his black hair briefly sweeping across his eyes. You want to reach up and push it away, but right as you manage to sit up straight he’s done with it and headed back to the bed. With a short laugh you realize that your noses are touching.

“Hi.” The word comes at as a short exhale, leaving a taste on your tongue that’s sweeter than chocolate strawberries.

“Hey.” Your heart flutters at the sound, an exhale laced together with a smile, as his arms return to their previous spot around your waist. There’s probably nothing in the world brighter than the smile he wears for you. Stage lights, the sun, every last star in the sky rolled into one. None of it even comes close to the way that his pink lips stretch perfectly from cheek to cheek, “Do you finally believe me?” He brings up a hand to caress your cheek gently, as though to rub away tears that haven’t fallen.

“Believe wh-”

“Do you believe that I never forgot you? That I never forgot any of you, not even the little things like your favorite color or what you liked to eat for dinner. Maybe I pulled away, but I think it’s because even then I knew how badly losing you would hurt. I-I knew that I never wanted to lose you, which is just what I did...” He swallows harshly, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, “But I’ll never do it again. I’ll never lose you, and I’ll never forget you a-and... And I don’t want to remember you anymore, (Y/n.) I’m so done with remembering, let’s just be.” There’s something stuck in your throat, but it doesn’t hurt the way that tears do. No, this is a release gathering inside of you. One that’s waiting for you to finally give in.

“Hyunjin,” His fingers cradle the curve of your jaw, sending goosebumps down every inch of your body, “kiss me.” And that’s all the confirmation he needs to brush his lips over yours.

At first it’s gentle, almost questioning. Like he’s asking one last time ‘Is this okay?’ But then your hands tangle in his black hair, the way that they’ve been aching to since you first saw him, and he knows that you’re okay. More than okay, you’re in love. With every muscle in your body, you’re in love.

Hyunjin’s hand that was previously holding your face drops back down to your waist and pulls you in softly. They then travel down to your thighs, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips before he picks you up and guides you onto the bed. Every movement is so perfect yet raw, feeling like the stuff of ballets. Until your back hits an unopened glass bottle of lemonade, that is. The sudden cold is enough to make you jump.

“What?!” Hyunjin questions, eyes shooting as wide as saucers, “Did I hurt you?!” A laugh sounds through the room while your hand detaches from his hair, opting instead to reach around your body and remove the glass bottle that’s poking you in the least conventional way possible.

“No.” You answer through soft giggles, bringing up the bottle to lightly tap his forehead, “There’s just a lemonade poking me in the ass.”

He flushes bright pink before answering with a tiny ‘oh’ and burying his face into the crook of your neck. If you were less malleable you would’ve teased him even more, but then there are warm kisses on your skin and nothing in your head.

“I love you.” He whispers, head slowly moving until his lips are against your jaw. You’re going to answer, really, but then there are soft lips on your chin and a smile ripping through your body, “I love you.” 

“M-me too.” You stammer dumbly, body going entirely limp as he (finally) presses another kiss onto your lips. The boy pulls away entirely too soon, but it’s okay. There’s something that you need to finish saying, anyways, “I love you too, Jinnie.”

When you fall asleep that night it’s to the sound of pattering rain, with Hyunjins arms guarding you from the world. 

*

The bus back from regionals is quiet, the few sounds that do come about being Chan and Felix whispering softly or Minho giggling at Jisung snoring. You’re about there too, but who can blame you when Hyunjins hands are buried in your hair (which is both stiff and wavy from a combination of hairspray and braided buns.) If you close your eyes and focus really hard you can even feel the rise and fall of his chest where it’s connected with your back. 

“Who’s gonna keep our trophy?” The boy questions, lips moving softly against the shell of your ear. It generates a warm feeling in your gut, one that spreads quickly to your cheeks and ears.

“We’ll trade it off on the weekends. Like divorced soccer parents.” He giggles softly, moving forward to kiss your temple.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” If you were a little bit less tired, or a little bit less in love, then maybe you’d joke back. But you’re wrapped up in him like a ribbon on your waist, foot nudging against a plastic first place trophy while his lips move against you in a way that you could get drunk off of.

“Never.” You answer, hand coming up to wrap around his as if it were a vow, “Never.”

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[makeupbychio]

Wildflower // C.H

(credits to the owner of the picture)

Pairing : Calum Hood x Female Reader.

Warnings : Smut, things are getting hot and heavy so take a seat. Swearing and fluff.

Words : 2.5k.

Inspired by : Wildflower by 5sos, duh. And Calum’s pink hair and also a Bad Bunny’s song called A Tu Merced and his videos that he’s been posting with his girlfriend.

a/n : I wrote this today so all mistakes are mine. Feedback is more than welcome. Love y’all and stay at home if you can, stay safe and take care.

"Calum what have you been doing this quarantine?" Calum read the sticker question on his Instagram story while he did the video for the answer.

"Well, not too much to be honest" he said with his raspy morning voice and with his notorious aussie accent. "I'm watching tons of tv shows that I left in the middle, taking the sun, believe it or not baking a lot so also exercise so at the end of this I'm not a ball so yeah".

"Do you have in mind your next hair color?" the question said. He was using a cap since he is recording the videos in the patio. It was a sunny day and people could noticed the glow the sun and maybe another thing was making on his skin. "Actually I did something the other day, I had another color and yesterday I changed it to this one I don't think you guys want to see it" he said removing the cap pointing at his blonde hair.

He answered a couple of questions related to the upcoming album releasing soon and then he said goodbye. "K' guys I'm gonna start my day, hope everyone is okay and please stay home. Love ya' and take care".

+

He didn't mean it to film this video for his social media and he had in mind to keep it to himself but he wanted to change that and posting anyways since everyone is doing something to show that we are in this together and just to goof around. He is always been so quiet when it comes to big things happening around the world and fans didn't like that about them sometimes.

The previous week he was so bored and had no idea what to do next. You and Calum already had breakfast and exercised early in the morning. It was hot outside so you bring up with the idea to be in the pool. He agreed and went upstairs with you to change into your swim suits.

You and Calum have always been a hot couple but keep it reserved to yourselves even when there is no surprise for the rest of the world even when you try to hide it. You were wearing a tiny red bikini that always drives Calum crazy. He had to control himself for not ripping it off, he wanted to enjoy the moment with you.

"Damn mama, you know how much I love you and thank God for this bikini" he said almost frustrated and kissed your neck before he asked you to help him with the sunscreen on his toned back. Then as he was laying on the grass you also applied the product on the back of his legs. You laughed when you remembered that time when last summer he was laying on his stomach all naked taking the sun and helped him with the sunscreen too for his thighs and ass.

After a long time in the sun when it was burning so much you both went to the pool and enjoyed there with music in the background.

"K' time to get out?" Calum asked you while your legs were laced on his waist and your arms around his neck. You nodded at him and with the same position he hold you with his strong arms out the pool. If it is a cold day he would do the same but in the jacuzzi.

During the last weeks you have been listening to Bad Bunny's new album. It is a hot album like he said in an interview that his mom asked him to go to church on sundays. You have been teaching spanish to Calum since you listen to latin artists and know perfectly the language.

You both are always goofing around so he was next to you dancing in the grass. 'La Santa' was playing in the back in the big speakers so you had a whole party for two. He hugged you from behind while you sang the lyrics and when the song ended he lifted you again to sit in the glass table he has in the shadows. He sit in the comfy chair and you take a sit on his lap, both still with wet hair from previous the swimming.

"Ugh, can we take a picture like this, please?" he asked you and let you know he is been dying to freeze this moment with you like this on his lap and your famous bikini. He took more than one and when he checked them he is mesmerized at your natural beauty and gorgeous body. He sent the pictures to you and you teased him how needy he is today.

You took his face in your hands to give him a peck. "What are you thinking, handsome?" you asked him knowing him perfectly he had something.

"I saw a meme about please do not cut your bangs during the quarantine and I was thinking what if I dyed my hair?" he said. You laughed at his childish idea and told him that he is doing exactly the opposite what the meme he saw said.

"And what color do you have in mind?" you said brushing his little curls with your fingers.

"Mmm I don't know why I had a pink tint upstairs" he said thinking while he rested his head on your boobs, still holding your waist.

"Now you have my attention" you said at him. He gave a little kiss to your exposed breast before he stood up to go find the tint.

Once he came back with everything he needed. You offered him to help him.

But, before you could start, 'A Tu Merced' started playing and Calum knows how much you love this one. The song basically says how she has he wrapped around her finger, that is why in the song Bad Bunny sings that he would do anything she asked him.

Calum started filming with his phone with the front camera as he left his phone in the glass table pointing at the back of the patio where you two started dancing closer since it is a little bit slow song, he tried his best and followed your hips while he sang in your ear the chorus of the song in spanish, and when he lost the rhythm he sit again and you came closer to hug him from behind and you buried your head on his neck and kissed his temple. He was fast again to put you back on his lap. "God, I love you baby. Can we spend all of our mornings like this?" he asked while he devised your lips and kissed you. You shifted yourself better to straddle him so you were blocking the view so his phone was recording your back and when Calum grabbed your ass firmly with both hands. Both of you forgot about the phone and got lost in your make out session while the songs keeps playing. Calum took advantage of what he had in front now that you looked taller on his lap and kissed your exposed skin closer to his mouth then he moved his hands up to the side of your boobs where the straps of your bikini rounded your chest. You groaned because the difference of temperature of his hot hands and the cold of his chains against you compared to the coldness of your clothed skin because of the damp bikini.

You kissed him on the lips interlacing your arms around his neck but broke the next move when the song ended and you came back to reality. “Cal, is still recording or you stopped the video?” you asked him referring to what he started what should be how you dyed his hair. Not that you wanted to do a sex tape with him, at least not in the back of the house.

“Fuck” he jumped and stopped the video immediately. You hid your red face on his neck and laughing at how you both were a mess. You protested at him to not see the video now, you were still embarrassed but he did it anyways and praised you at how amazing and hot you looked on top of him.

“You should keep the video, ya’ know if you miss me on tour” you winked at him and you felt his bulge against your clothed sex. He suggested to move on to dye his hair before he make love to you right there. 

You know he is not going to show the video to anyone and you kinda liked the take from that angle when you saw it.

Now, without distractions Calum was recording the process for his new hair color. “Day one thousand of quarantine, we are going to dye my hair” he said to the camera like youtubers doing a tutorial. He introduced you and you started doing what he wanted so you put the gloves and dyed his hair, the video was really funny and his final reaction of the result was hilarious. He was in the bathroom looking at the mirror still with the towel around his neck. “Don’t try this at home, I look like Nicki Minaj but in a bad way” he joked. 

During the rest of the day you couldn’t stop running your fingers through his pink hair. It looks amazing on him even when you miss the black curls and even more his afro and you let him know that he looks so handsome. 

Once he finished a live stream with Luke (but hiding his hair with the hoodie) on Instagram he went upstairs to get ready for bed. He looked so cuddly with his white cream hoodie and just boxers. He gave you a look, open wide eyes when he found you were wearing the empathy hoodie that he found the last week, and your black lace panties.

“I think I’m going to make this my wallpaper” he pointed at you his phone and the photo he chose. It was the exact moment of his hands on grabbing your ass and the rest was your back with little drops of sweat and water. You hid your red face and laugh on his neck at how shameless he is. "What?! We are staying at home just the two of us, it is not like someone or the guys are going to see your beautiful curves as my background" he said but definitely when the quarantine ended in a future he forgot to change the wallpaper so everyone he knows saw it, even the paps or fans when he walked in the streets and were holding his phone unlocked and cameras did catch what picture he has.

"You are playing a dangerous game, Hood" you looked at him daring him that this game can be played by two.

"Uh yeah?" he bit his lower lip and put down his phone on the nightstand as he got closer, his hands have been always curious so he dug them under his hoodie that you were wearing and for his surprise of your bare chest already. He positioned himself on top of you as you melted into the mattress. He supported his right arm by your side while the left one lifted the green hoodie to show your breasts. He licked all the way up from your stomach to your nipples, you moaned at his warm breath against your skin and arched your back when he played with your nipples. You managed to take off your hoodie so he could continue with his way now kissing your neck where he left hickeys and later you are going to notice that he left in your breasts too.

"I'm going to choose a turtleneck sweater if I want to facetime my family tomorrow" you said thinking of your next move. Got it. "What if we end what we started earlier in the pool?" you asked him with a playful grin.

"What do you have in mind? you know I'm all yours, baby girl" he said lifting his brows making you laugh.

"Ya' know like a hotter video than we did accidentally before I dyed your hair" you could feel how he got even harder against your panties and you love that you have that effect on him. You and Calum are very open mind when it comes to your privacy, it is another topic that he plays an angel role in public.

"Oh my goodness baby girl you are already the death of me" he jumped off the bed to settle his phone so the view were your bodies but from your left side so both of you can see your figures. He took off his clothes and turned off the lights so the moon light is illuminating your bodies.

You were thinking to take care of him but he had other idea. He let you know that tonight was all for you and he wanted to hear you calling out his name with no shame.

After the first round and you both were breathing hardly enjoying and waiting for your waves of pleasure after reaching your highs to pass. "Are you down for another round?" he asked you kissing your chain he gave you for Valentines day. You admired him and softly brushed his pink hair backwards, you got a little bit of the tint in your fingertips since he is so sweaty. Calum was looking down at you too, taking his time looking your features amazed of your beauty and your curves he was touching carefully, god he loves you so much. Despite your or his previous relationships, he talks for himself that you are the only who make him feel like this.

"What are you looking?" you grinned at him after his admiration.

"Nothing baby, I just love you so fucking much" he said putting your hair off your face.

"I love you too" you said, it was the most honest and tender moment you exchanged.

He was going down again to make love to you twice that night. When his fingers landed close your pussy you jumped because you were still so sensitive. He started kissing you from head to toe before he ate you out, king of oral sex. And when again you reached your orgasm and his name left your mouth loud and clear. 

He went up to kiss your skin and give attention to your side boob tattoo. It is a wildflower tattoo, not to big but when that piece of your skin is exposed it caught everyone attention.

"My wildflower" he said in a lusty voice like if he was eating his favorite meal when he kissed your tattoo. And that’s it, that’s how he got the inspiration for the song, plus he is going to have his pink hair for a couple of days that you let him clear that you love it. And he just posted on his account a short video when you dyed his hair because the rest of the video and pictures and the video from the previous night it is just for you and him.

#calum hood fic #calum hood imagine #calum hood au #calum hood blurb #calum hood #ch #calum #calum fic #calum imagine #calum au #calum blurb #5sos fic #5sos imagine #5sos au #5sos blurb #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer fic #5 second of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer blurb #5 seconds of summer au #ashton #michael #luke #ashton irwin #michael clifford #luke hemmings #blurb #fic #au

[a11235carrot]

Ever Onwards-Dragons?

"Naruto Uzumaki" Normal speech

"Naruto Uzumaki" Normal thoughts

"Kurama" Big guy speech

"Kurama" Big guy thoughts

Chapter 1

"Naruto!"

"Sasuke!"

"Shannaro!"

Three voices intertwined as their owners finally triumphed over the greatest threat the Elemental Nations has ever faced.

Pale, royal lavender Byakugan eyes helplessly glared with hatred at the reincarnations of Indra and Ashura as the sun and moon reached out to forever shatter her dreams of eternal peace. "Im…possible. For me, the mother of all chakra, to be bested by the wretched offspring of Hagoromo." Alabaster fists, capable of ending all of existence, tightly clenched as Kaguya Ōtsutsuki bitterly railed against her oncoming defeat. Suddenly, just as she felt Naruto and Sasuke grip her shoulders, her hate filled all-seeing eyes spotted her only path of freedom, the seal on the belly of the glowing blond who, out of the two, managed to humiliate and infuriate her the most.

"If my fate is to once again be sealed…"

"RIKUDŌ: CHIBAKU TENSEI!"

"...then you shall suffer with me!"

The instant Naruto and Sasuke finished the strongest sealing jutsu, a giant black sphere of impossible gravitational power emerged, forcing even Kaguya, the progenitor of chakra, up into the sky. As she drew closer to the orb, wisps of dark blue streams swiftly turned into raging rivers as Kaguya's god-like chakra constantly streamed from her body into the seal, strengthening its already powerful gravitational pull to the point of distorting space itself.

Below, the earth tore itself asunder as distant mountain ranges cracked and groaned before violently hurtling up towards the Rabbit Goddess, forming a giant prison not unlike the distant moon in space.

"Finally, it's done." Back down on the ruined earth, Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, and Kakashi all relaxed when they saw Kaguya about to be completely hidden from view.

However, just as the two incarnations of the Sage's sons were about to send the second moon into space, the enormous ball of compressed earth and stone suddenly trembled, causing bits of rocks to tumble to the ground. Yet none of them noticed the tremor since the unbreakable prison was already shaking from all of the tons of earth to begin with.

That didn't last long.

With a last burst of her godly chakra, Kaguya shuttled her prison between dimensions towards the quartet, who only now began to realize something was wrong when a black rift in space abruptly swallowed her.

"What the…"

Naruto, still garbed in both Kurama's and the Rikudō Sennin's Yang chakra, uttered his astonishment before widening his crossed eyes in shock when Kaguya's prison teleported not twenty feet above him.

"Oi, Sasuke! What the hell is going…AHHHH!"

Then, before Sasuke's shocked mystic eyes, a scene unpleasantly reminding him of when Madara absorbed the God Tree into himself occurred just hours earlier happen to his only friend.

But it was what he heard and saw that raised the hairs on the back of his neck.

Unlike the mad Uchiha, Naruto - the same person who would go to ridiculous lengths to hide away his suffering - was screaming out in terrifying agony as bloody cracks ripped apart his skin, swiftly dyeing his clothes a hideous red, before closing up thanks to his powerful regeneration...only to open again.

And again.

And again.

And again until the ground beneath was soaked in blood.

Through it all, an ugly grimace etched itself on his whiskered visage as what was equivalent to more than double an entire world's worth of chakra - determined to do nothing else but make its new host experience a living hell - maliciously barged into the seal that currently contained only the Yin half of Kurama.

"Kurama, what…the hell is going on in here!" Tearing his attention away from the pain and into his mindscape, a kneeling Naruto bore witness to what equated to a second moon pushing its way into the Kyuubi's cage, the bars that once held back the fox beginning to crumble and shatter under its impossible weight and presence. Had he been anyone else, his body would have simply evaporated, leaving nothing behind except a giant construct of rock and goddess as his tombstone. As it were, the only thing preventing this from happening or his chakra pathways outright shattering was a giant nine-tailed fox with dark russet fur desperately pushing against Kaguya's prison, only allowing the foreign object to slowly enter as the seal attempted to readjust itself.

"Hold on brat! Just hold on a little longer! Kaguya must have used the last burst of chakra under her control to teleport herself into your seal!"

"I…see." A crimson eye twitched. "NO I DON'T! HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO THAT AND OWOWOWOW…"

"SHUT IT BRAT, I'M A LITTLE BUSY OVER HERE! AND HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT SUPER GRANNY OVER HERE DID?!" Kurama ferociously roared as he was steadily pushed back further into the seal by the moon.

"…!" Naruto didn't bother answering back as he was yanked back into the real world from a sudden jerk on the back of his shredded jacket. Flipping through the air, the first thing he saw and felt was solid stone as his face bounced off of Hashirama's arm. Arms trembling, his vision blurred and twisted by the body-ripping agony, he shakily pulled himself back on his feet, only for his gut to sink when he saw his brother from another life stand opposite of him.

A Chidori chirping on his hand.

60 Years Later

Fragile russet brown leaves, cracked and dried as they always were at this time of year, faintly rustled as the cool wind of Fall whispered through the boughs of the trees surrounding the Uchiha compound before falling to join the small, colorful tornado of leaves swirling above the ground, much to the delight of children running around the compound. Just a few blocks away, the barking of Inuzaka clan dogs intertwined with the sharp chirps of birds could be heard all over Konoha as the sun rose to greet the new day. Only the faint wisps of smoke that rose from budding industry marred the otherwise picturesque scene.

All in all, it was a normal day for the Village Hidden in the Leaves.

Yet, as laughter and barks drifted through the air, the Uchiha compound was silent, the heavy, almost tangible, atmosphere hanging above a stark contrast to the one outside. No light or signs of life could be seen from the rows of old, but well-maintained, houses, except for one deep within the ancestral area. Inside, behind a pair of thin paper walls and beneath a blanket laid a man with pitch-black hair and streaks of silver running through it, inky eyes, and a missing left arm shorn off near the elbow. His face and build, once the object of rabid affection from women across the Elemental Nations, now withered and lined with age.

On each side of him knelt two people. On his left was a woman with pale pink hair, startling green eyes, and a fading violet diamond on her wrinkled forehead. Faint lines marked the edges of her lips and eyes, the legendary seal taught by her master now losing its potency in her advanced age; yet, such trivial blemishes did nothing to diminish the gentle smile that played on her lips as she gazed down at her husband. On the opposite side sat someone who didn't seem to quite belong: a young man with sun-kissed blonde hair, eyes as blue as a cloudless summer sky, three whisker-like birthmarks on each cheek, and a right arm completely wrapped in bandages covered in a myriad of minute black seals. If not for his radically different features, he could've been mistaken as the son or even grandson of the old couple before him.

For several minutes, none spoke as dust lightly settled on the soft mats. Yet, despite the depressing air surrounding them, there was a sense of peace and comfort brought along with years of friendship and complete trust in the other. Finally, it was the bedridden man who broke the silence.

"Dobe, Sakura, I'm cough cough!" A string of coughs broke Sasuke's sentence. Only after Sakura, her hands speeding through seals with almost nonchalant ease, passed a glowing green hand over his chest did he stop. Taking a deep breath, he locked eyes with the man he called friend. "I'm dying…and there is something I must -"

A grunt interrupted his words. "Tch, you've been saying that for the past couple of years ya damn bastard. Yet here you are, still breathing and going on about that insane plan of yours. I've said it before and I'll say it again! With the power of the Six Paths and your eyes, you can still live for a few more years with Sakura and Sarada! Come on Sakura, you have to back me up on this." Naruto retorted with his arms crossed before his chest, glancing between the two as he pleaded for them to see reason, hoping to trigger even a fraction of the unyielding resolution Sasuke used to have. However, the worry in his eyes betrayed him.

Off to the side, Sakura merely sighed, not bothering to give a straight answer, having long agreed with Sasuke's proposal.

Suddenly, just as Sasuke was about to respond, a shudder wracked Naruto's powerful frame as pain capable of driving a god insane coursed through his body. Slowly, his shaking form started to keel over, and would have if not for the thin layer of gold flames which erupted from within. As his companion from birth undid the changes that took place in his very genes, Naruto spat out a small wad of blood before righting himself.

Through it all, neither of his friends bothered to react, as if used to the sight of someone capable of punching a hole through the moon losing control of his body, the only sign of worry reflected within their eyes while the scent of rusted iron filled the air.

"Even after all these years, you're still a dobe." Sasuke chuckled quietly, more amused than angry at the weak attempt to rile him up; he knew Naruto meant nothing by it. His eyes grew misty as he remembered all the times they clashed, whether it be with words or their fists, each bruise and scar a proud reminder of their times together. As he watched Naruto wipe the blood from his lips, he mentally sighed, "How time has flown by..."

Before he could sink deeper into nostalgia, a streak of agony lanced up his crippled arm. He winced at the unwelcome surprise.

"Enough, the past is the past. There is work to be done."

Taking a deep breath, Sasuke glowered at the stubborn blond, lifting his decrepit body inch by inch with a trembling arm. "Hn, do you take me for a fool, or do you think me so blind as to not see the seal holding both Kaguya and Kurama is already on its last legs, not to mention your body is already breaking down at the seams? How long do you have? A day? A week? Maybe a month? Maybe you even have a year, but by then, when that bitch finally claws her way out of that seal, I won't be able to even stand never mind fight! And you?" His voice trailed off, the room still trembling under the force of his fury and chakra.

Flopping back into bed, beads of sweat rolled over his heaving chest as he cursed how weak he was. Yet not once did his eyes leave Naruto's, his tone now soft, almost begging for him to see the inevitable. With a sense of finality, he delivered the finishing blow.

"And you...you will be dead. Either by internal combustion, or by her hand after she rips Kurama from your belly. Along with everyone else."

For a moment, nobody said anything, for how could they? No matter how Naruto wanted to deny, yell at his friend he was wrong, that there was always another way, his throat choked up before he could say the words.

Because the bastard was right, as he usually was.

When he saw Naruto stay quiet, Sasuke seized the opportunity to say the words that had to be said.

"Only when Yin and Yang combine back into one will you be able to preserve your body from breaking down anymore than it has already. And with my eyes, you will be able to resist Kaguya's pull on the Jūbi and only then stand a chance against her." He paused for a second before adding, "Perhaps your seal will even stabilize and give you time to adapt to your new powers."

Naruto irritably rubbed the back of his head as he sighed in frustration.

"Maybe my the changes to my body can be halted. Maybe the seal will stabilize. There are too many maybe's! You already know I'm at my limit, what with the old man's Yang chakra, Kurama and Kaguya, not to mention my own considerable reserves. I'll give you a maybe too. Maybe I'll explode the moment you transfer your Yin chakra and damn pinkeyes into my skull! There are just too...many...maybe's for this 'plan' of yours to work!"

It was a weak reason, and Naruto knew it.

Sakura knew it.

And Sasuke definitely knew it. And he made sure Naruto knew he knew. Ignoring how his body protested the motion, the elder Uchiha forced his body back up into a sitting position.

"Idiot!"

In response, Naruto slapped his hands down on the mat...or rather through it.

"Brooding emo!"

A hint of red and violet emerged within the inky darkness as Sharingan and Rinnegan whirled to life.

"Knucklehead!"

Ha! That's a compliment you son of-!"

Just as the two seemed ready to leap at each other to brawl it out, a hand appeared behind their skulls.

"ENOUGH!"

Smash!

A certain someone finally couldn't stand it any longer as her legendary temper, rumored to even surpass her mentor's, burst to life as she slammed her teammates' heads together until all they could see was stars. Finally, as the two legends slumped to the ground, a lone figure stood tall, her figure illuminated by the morning sun as rested her hands on her hips, green eyes ablaze with victory and exasperation alike.

"Ow, Sakura, what was that for?/Hn, was that really necessary?" Their complaints quickly petered out when they saw the culprit raise her glowing fist in warning. Seeing them simmer down, Sakura withdrew her fist to point at Naruto.

"Naruto, listen, and I mean really listen. I'm only going to say this once. You've already heard Sasuke's reasons for transferring his powers to you, and there's nothing wrong with what he said. So I won't say anything more about that. But there's something else you must consider. You know that the Elemental Nations have changed, for better or worse. Peace is now the name of the game and with everything you've worked for, power such as yours and Sasuke's is no longer needed in the new society, not with everyone across the land being so goody goody towards one another. Even the shinobi way is dying out, with the lack of wars and safer roads. It can be seen everywhere. Last year, only two children signed up for the Shinobi Academy and even then, they soon dropped out to become...businessmen. Not to mention the recent Kages are a joke compared to the past ones; some haven't even seen death."

The light in their eyes dimmed as they thought of how a core part of their childhood was dying out. However, they had come to terms with this long ago; the tradition of the shinobi was one built on blood and hatred and no longer had a place in the new age of peace. Lowering her hand, Sakura sat back down, her face slightly pale with exhaustion as her other hand sought for Sasuke's.

"Naruto, the last shinobi who could be considered true shinobi was Sarada's generation. Soon, the shinobi will cease to exist after her generation passes on, but you...should you survive the coming fight, you will be the last shinobi. So just take it, take the gift that he is offering, even if it's just a way to remind you of us after we pass on." Sakura softly said as she held her husband's hand.

A minute passed while Naruto tightly clenched his fists as his mouth opened and closed while trying to form words to somehow dissuade them. But to no avail. Shoulders slumped, his head drooped down in defeat.

"Do it then. Do it before I change my mind." Naruto softly whispered.

With hardly a pause, a paper seal slapped down on the back of his neck. As he slumped towards the floor, the last thing he felt was a slight body holding him before gently laying him down next the bed.

"Finally, it's done." Sasuke whispered; the corner of his lips quirked up as what seemed to be the weight of the world fell off his shoulders. As Naruto lost consciousness, he looked back to his wife's face to see two tracks of tears spilling out from her eyes as she fussed about with the blond's eternally spiky hair in preparation for the surgery. Stretching out a trembling hand, the last reincarnation of Indra took hold of his friend's right hand.

"At last, the cycle is broken. Perhaps, this is another form of revolution as the old man foretold..." Preparing to transfer his half of Hagoromo's power as well his own chakra reserves, Sasuke glanced up at his wife for over fifty year's glistening eyes before an uncharacteristically large grin broke out on his face.

"I love you Sakura. See you on the other side."

A small chuckle squeezed past Sakura's lips even as more tears dripped down her cheeks when she saw that smile. Leaning down, she tenderly kissed him placing a seal on his chest.

The last thing Uchiha Sasuke, Savior of the World, Last Reincarnation of Indra, heard was, "I know, Sasuke-kun. Have a good rest."

Then he saw nothing.

One Hour Later

As Naruto regained consciousness, he realized that all he could see was black before realizing the thick layer of gauze and bandages wrapped over his eyes. But he didn't motion to remove it. Instead, he reached out towards the last constant in his life.

"Kurama, you there?"

A puff of hot air rustled his hair as the giant fox made himself known.

"Yes, I'm here."

Turning around, Naruto stared into the giant crimson eye that towered above him. "...and Sakura and the bastard?"

Kurama hesitated before cautiously replying, "Naruto...they're gone."

"...I see."

Drip...drip...

Bloody tears slowly stained the bandage over his eyes red before splashing onto the floor. Gingerly standing up, Naruto fell again before steadying himself. Reaching up, he slowly began to remove the bandage around his head. When the last piece of gauze fluttered to the ground, he opened his eyes, an inky black much like the bottom of a lake during the new moon. If he looked closely, on his previously unmarked left palm was the small symbol a moon, the proof the operation worked. If he cared to pay attention, he would notice the constant bouts of agony that once consumed his mind and body were now nowhere to be felt, now replaced by a new sense of completeness as well as a new source of power lurking just underneath the surface of his skin.

But he noticed none of this. All he could see was the blurry image of his friends nestled together, their eyes forever shut and their hands tightly intertwined. Stumbling forward, he fell onto his knees and as he drew closer, he saw the small, but genuine smiles mirrored on their lips.

"Goodbye Sasuke, Sakura," Naruto whispered; leaning in, he kissed their foreheads before staggering away, his form blurring into nothingness as he raced away from Konoha, unaware and uncaring of the swathe of trees that exploded when they stood in his way.

That night, a sorrowful bellow rumbled through the land as Naruto lamented the loss of two of its legends, and more importantly his dearest friends.

30 Years Later

Three decades of time found Naruto silently standing on the easternmost shore of the Elemental Nations, watching the endless sea break against protruding rocks while enjoying the cooling sea breeze that sprang up now and again. After a particularly rough gust, the loose sleeves of his orange shirt and white trenchcoat with the kanji for Seventh Hokage sewn on it in red fluttered up, revealing a nearly invisible storage seal etched into the back of his left arm. Patting down his rebellious sleeves, he returned to quietly gazing into the endless blue sea with his now lighter black eyes, recalling everything that happened since the end of the 4th Shinobi War. From the defeat, sealing, and absorption of Kaguya, his marriage with Hinata, becoming the Seventh Hokage of Konoha and all the good times in between.

However, despite all the years he had to grieve, he refused to dwell on their deaths, rather choosing to remember them when they were alive.

A rumble through his mind broke his reverie.

"Naruto, you sure about this? If you do this and ever come back, no one will remember or even recognize you." Kurama asked.

"I'm fine Kurama. I have packed more than enough ramen and weapons…"

The giant fox interrupted him. "You know that's not what I meant brat. I'm asking whether…"

A tired sigh held back the rest of Kurama's words. "That's enough Kurama. You know why I must do this. Besides, I thought you out of the two of us would want to leave this place the most, since you've already been everywhere and don't want to potentially become a tool for others." Naruto remarked.

"Tch, fat chance of that happening if Kaguya manages to kill us. Whatever, I was just making sure you had no regrets since it would be annoying to hear you complaining about home."

"Hn, love you too furball." Naruto thought back.

"Humph, I guess anything is fine as long you don't get us killed in our journey. Anyways, your other…tenant is starting to wake up." Kurama said in a worried tone.

"Think she'll be a problem?" Naruto shot back with narrowed eyes.

"If you mean whether she will wake up in the middle of the sea…that is a very real possibility. So what will you do? Stay here and possibly lose control, or lose control in the middle of the sea with no land in sight?" Kurama asked.

"My decision remains the same. Better than possibly sinking the entire continent by accident before managing to drag her ass into space or some other dimension. Besides, it's not as if it's decided that I will lose control!" Naruto unintentionally tightened the seal-covered bandage around his right arm.

"Well said Naruto, as expected of the one holding both of my sons' chakra." Said a voice behind Naruto.

"Oi, Hagoromo-san, what did I say about suddenly talking behind my back." Naruto exclaimed, turning around to see the Rikudo no Sennin, Hagoromo Otsutsuki.

"I see that you are going with your plan on leaving the Elemental Nations? If so, I have some knowledge to share with you, along with two gifts." Hagoromo said. "First, you must know after my brother and I first sealed our mother, I created a spacetime barrier with an element of illusion around the Elemental Nations that stretched into the sea. It is because of this barrier, that there has been no visitors from outside the Elemental Nations or mention of other continents beyond this one."

"So this means…" Naruto said

"Yes, once you cross the barrier, it will be difficult for you to return to the mainland. Not even the Hiraishin no Jutsu or the Kamui can guarantee your return due to the nature of the barrier. Only when you have complete control of space and time will you be able to surely return. Should you try it without the knowledge, you might just get tossed into the void and forever drift between dimensions before landing in a random world. I never intended for the way of the shinobi to spread beyond this continent to the rest of the world. However, I should inform you, before I set up the barrier, there was a group of explorers who left soon after my creation of Ninshu around 1000 years ago." With that out of the way, Hagoromo moved closer as he raised a finger.

"Now for my gifts. My first gift is a complete list of Ninjutsu and Fuinjutsu that the Elemental Nations has ever created. No doubt this will prove useful to you. As for my second gift, I will strengthen the seal on my mother with the last of my chakra. With this, she will remain sealed for at most another three or five, years." Hagoromo said as he poked Naruto's head, instantly transferring huge amounts of knowledge as well as strengthening part of the seal that kept Kaguya dormant.

Shaking his head to get rid of the stars that had flashed in his eyes, Naruto took a deep breath before raising his fist, a layer of yellow flames flickering over it. "Thanks for everything old man."

Blinking in surprise, the Sage stared at the proffered fist before smiling and knocking against it with his own. In an instant, a stream of emotions flowed between the three: concern, fear, confidence, sadness, excitement, and others unknown to words.

As Hagoromo retracted his hand, he made one request, much to the fox's protest. "Take care of Kurama, will you. He always was the stubbornest of his siblings, and yet the most sensitive out of all of them."

"Of course…after all, he's my lifelong friend and partner." Ignoring how the fox in his belly roared out in denial of needing anyone to look after him, Naruto flicked his thumb up. However, the hidden melancholy lurking beneath his dark orbs did not escape the God of Shinobi.

"I can only hope you will one day heal and that you find somebody that can bring you happiness…son." The elder Ōtsutsuki inwardly sighed, guilt eating at him when he remembered the day the presence of Kaguya forced Naruto onto the immortal path.

"I believe you. Now it is time for you to go. Remember to train with all of your powers, and good luck." Tapping his staff against the ground, Hagoromo slowly faded from the Elemental Nations, never to be see again.

"Goodbye Hagoromo-san/Otou-san." Naruto and Kurama said one last time.

Just as he disappeared, his voice rang out one last time, just barely audible to the two, "Oh, and Naruto...Happy 100th Birthday."

Naruto sadly stared at where the first God of Shinobi disappeared with a few tears in his eyes before wiping them away.

"So even you have faded away…"

"Come on brat, let's go."

"Yeah."

#naruto #eragon #fanfic #crossover

[jamesashtonisbae]

She Sets the City on Fire Part 1

She Sets the City on Fire Part 1

Word Count: 1453

Pairing: Logan x MC; Colt x MC 

Book: Ride or Die

Rating: M

Warnings: Swearing - J. Cole lyrics

Summary: Aleigha is a good girl gone bad.  She’s going to try to keep both parts of herself.  

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, Pixelberry studios does!

Author’s Note: This flew off my fingers and is one of my favorite ideas I’ve had.  I love good girl gone bad Aleigha.  Ingrid starts as the narrator briefly, but MC will be the narrator for almost all the rest.

Tagging: @desiree-0816​ because she is my ROD encourager.  Also @brightpinkpeppercorn​ and @princessstellaris​ because 100 years ago (June or July) when I wrote a Logan x MC fic they were so kind to comment and ask to be put on a tag list!

Songs: Middle Child, Miss America, Motiv8 by J. Cole

Ingrid 

“Where are you going?” Ingrid asked as Aleigha as she flat-ironed her hair one last time.  Ingrid took in her roommate’s zebra Yeezy Boost’s, prison orange pants with a cutout where she could see Aleigha’s black lace panties, black bandeau showing severe underboob, and thick orange choker. 

“Out,” Aleigha said as she applied some nude lipstick.

“What on earth are you wearing?  You look like a traffic cone,” Ingrid shoved a bite of takeout into her mouth.

“A hot traffic cone?” Aleigha stuck out her tongue as she touched up her mascara.

More like a hot mess, Ingrid thought.  Out loud she said, “You’ll have no shortage of guys who want to fuck you, that’s for sure.”

“Good. That means they’ll underestimate me.”

“Aleigha, where are you going?” Ingrid insisted.  Who was Aleigha talking about that would underestimate her?  Ingrid never knew what Aleigha was talking about, but especially not when she was being so cryptic.

“Out.”

Ingrid blew out an exasperated breath at her roommate.  All throughout the summer, Aleigha would take off for hours upon end, and she had no idea where she went.  Whenever Ingrid would text her, she would get a ‘Message Not Delivered’ response.  But, as long as Aleigha kept her side of the room clean and didn’t wake her up when she came home late, Ingrid didn’t really care where Aleigha was going and what she was doing with her time. 

Maybe she should have cared a little more.

Aleigha

Aleigha left her dorm in what she knew was the most revealing outfit she could possibly have worn.  It had taken her months to find the underground racing connections in Boston, but with a well-placed bet on the MLB All-Star game, she won one name.

With that one name, she had been able to prove she was a damn good driver.  She outsmarted more experienced drivers, outpaced faster cars, and took down whole crews.  Tonight was her first night attending an actual sideshow since LA.  It was her first night competing as the solo driver ever.

She got into her firetruck red car, and batted, in order, the dice hanging from her rearview window, the sparkplug necklace next to it, and the cactus ornament on her dash.  After one last glance, she put LA out of her mind.

Every day she thought about getting a new paint job.  She knew it wouldn’t change anything about anyone finding her, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.  She’d dyed her hair blonde, she’d gotten blue-colored contacts, she’d gotten a phoenix sleeve tattoo.  But changing her car was something she wasn’t ready to do.

She flicked on her stereo, turning up J. Cole’s The Fall Off album, losing herself in the beat and the poetry.  She loved driving in races, the precision, the strategy, the adrenaline all made her feel alive.  Aleigha was a student, always studying the best outcomes and the best means to the desire end.  And so, she was well-suited to racing.  But, she loved letting go and just driving for fun.  Like right now.

10 minutes later, she pulled up at the location.  As she got out and stood out in front of her car, she knew that all her hard work had paid off.  Not to get into Langston, instead, to get into this sideshow.  She was finally home.

After a couple hours of interacting with people, talking about her car and her experience in Boston, trying to get anyone to take her on their crew, the races finally started.  She had made it into the second to last one, the headliner was some out of towner everyone referred to as “The Troublemaker”.  The irony of that being Logan’s nickname for her was not lost on her, but when she asked what he drove, she was told he drove some model she’d never heard of, not a Devore GT.

“Why do you care, Babe?  It’s not him you’ll be going home with at the end of the night,” a burly man in a wifebeater said, leaning down toward her.

Internally, she cringed, but externally, she winked and said, “I know I’ll need some consoling if the Troublemaker beats me tonight.  You’ll be on the list, big guy.”

He grinned, a big toothless grin, and finally walked away.  She shuddered, then got into her car to drive it up to the start.  As she fiddled with her radio, trying to get the volume on the right number, her playlist in the right order, and her ornaments in the right position, she heard other cars pull up next to her.  Deciding to ignore them, she looked up at the girl holding the flag and wearing the same outfit she was, basically, and waited for the signal.

I’m counting my bullets

I’m loading my clips 

I’m writing down names 

I’m making a list

I’m checking it twice and I’m getting ‘em hit

The real ones been dyin’

The fake ones is lit

This game is off balance

I’m back on my shit

The Bentley is dirty

My sneakers is dirty

But that’s how I like it

She took in a deep breath, and then the flag went down.  In an instant she had thrown her car into gear and jumped to a fast start.  She maneuvered out in front of her competitors and was flying down the track. 

Even if it was a bit flawed, her strategy was start ahead and stay ahead.  She knew her car was not as fast as others, so sometimes she wouldn’t be able to win with that strategy, but if she fooled people into thinking she couldn’t maintain it and she did, she’d be fine.  She banked on everyone underestimating her and thinking she was naïve.  So she leaned into it a lot.

And the fact that she timed her playlist to the track she was driving required her to start ahead and stay ahead.

A glance in her rearview told her a car was keeping up right behind her.  She knew that trying to block out this one car would probably mean that someone else would pass her.  So she let him pull alongside her.  She didn’t dare look, but she knew it had to be The Troublemaker.

They stayed that way around curves and corners and past the halfway mark and all the way to the final straightaway.  She knew he was going to be very precise when he turned on his NOS, so she would have to be on her A game.

She held until she knew she heard her cue to release.

Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won’t sell your crack

I won’t fight your wars, I won’t wear your hat

I’mma pass your classes, I’mma learn your craft

I’mma fuck your daughters, I’mma burn your flag

As soon as she heard it, she released the valve.  She shot out in front of the person next to her and knew he had done it a second too late.  She knew she had won.  All she had to do was hold her car straight.

When she crossed the line a few moments ahead of the other driver, she sighed in relief.  It was nice to have beaten someone who was pretty renowned at her first sideshow.  She grinned and cranked her music, listening to her last few bars. 

Too many times I swallowed my pride

I'm crackin' a smile, I'm dyin' inside

My demons are close, I'm tryin' to hide

I'm poppin' a pill, I'm feelin' alive

She was lost in the lyrics when she heard a knock on her window.  Looking out, she saw the sideshow organizer looking in at her. 

“You getting out,” he glanced down at his list and read her name, “Lennon St. James?”

“Yes.  One second,” she turned to her glovebox and pulled out an orange hat, just to cover herself a little more and make herself even less recognizable.

She walked over to claim her prize money, getting second looks from all the people who had spoken to her earlier and told her they didn’t have room for her in their crew.  A couple of men whistled at her still, but now looked like they had a healthy fear of her.

Aleigha took the cash the organizer held out to her, then turned to head back to her car.  She was bumped by whoever the second-place finisher was on his way to get the cash on her way back.  It knocked her off center and she fell to the ground, disgusted.

“Hey!” she shouted, glancing up into a familiar pair of chocolate brown eyes. 

“You know, there are easier ways to get my attention.”

“Lo…” she breathed out. 

“Hey Troublemaker.”

#pixelberry choices #choices ride or die #choices rod #logan x mc #ride or die fanfic #ride or die au #pixelberry rod #pb rod #ride or die a bad boy romance

[notmyrick]

General Arc 7

/She had a Rick once/ She remembered, she used to love sweets. /She had a Rick once, but she also had a Diane./ She remembered her life in Washington, in Michigan. /She had a Rick once, but she also had a Diane. Then she had a Beth. / She remembered the fights, the tears, the chaos. /She had a Rick once, but she also had a Diane. Now she only had a Beth. / She remembered her lowest point in life, how her sun can in the form of a small little girl. /She had a Rick once, but she also had a Diane. Then a Beth. / She remembered a house filled with only women at one point. /She had a Rick once/ She remembered her life before she pushed papers for the council. A life before she became the most trusted advocate for the Citadel of Ricks, before she used her business expertise to grow this space hub into the most glorious city on the central finite curve. She also remembered how she was experimented on for her "unique" effects on Ricks. /She had a Rick once/ And she'd be damned if she didn't get her Rick back. /She had a Rick once/ After 10+ years, both Rick and Roxxanne dropped back into the lives of Beth. She was undoubtedly pissed, but after a few months, and a lot of yelling, Roxy was able to explain what happened, to Beth. With this Roxx and Rick was introduced to the newest edition to the family, they might've been 14 years too late, but the boy finally got to meet his grandparents. The first thing Rick did with his grandson was go on an adventure. By the time both came back for dinner, Rick was yelling "Rick and Morty forever, 100 years!" Roxy smiled, age lines starting to grow in. Rick and Roxx finally looked like grandparents. /She had a Rick once/ Rick roped Morty in his antigovernment sentiments and most of their adventures started to target either the Federation or the council of Ricks. While her husband and grandson went off adventuring, she had a mission of her own as well. She started to target every Rick that has done her or her husband wrong during their time in captivity on the Citadel. With her unauthorized portal gun and a husband who could make portal fluid with a snap of his fingers she was able to maintain this lifestyle for a while. She didn’t know why it took her forever to learn that her actions create consequences. But by the time she learnt her lesson, it was already too late. /She had a Rick once/ And her Rick bled on the asphalt of the street. The red liquid painted the ground with majority on black pavement instead of his body. She walked into the Beth's home, where all their, now only her, memories were kept. The destruction in the living room, the kitchen, the garage, everywhere. Her lips trembled, truly scared of what she'll witness, but she must. If not for her, at least for them. For her Jerry, for her Beth. For her Summer and her Morty. But most of all for her Rick. "Surveillance, playback security cams. Reenact crime scene." She ended up puking for an entire day after watching. /She had a Rick once/ "Blow up dimension SW-33T. Record destruction and blame on terrorist Ricks C-550, 301B, C-132, and C-137. Follow same procedure for dimensions A-17, Zeta 02, and alpha 9 and all their sub-universes. Send "evidence" to the Citadel." "Action confirmed, now commencing destruction on 12 multiverses." The AI replied. Roxxanne did it, she got all her revenge to the people who did her wrong, but she never felt so empty. She caressed the portal gun her Rick made her. She modified so she can go unseen, by even the council of Ricks. She was able to create her own Portal fluid since the passing of her husband. She felt empty, and now wanted to fill the void. /She had a Rick once/ She did drugs, alcohol, and sex, but they were so temporary. Why couldn't something more fill the void, why couldn't be happy? Then she found her vice. 

/She had a Rick once/ She turned her body toward the man she was sharing a bed with. Her vivacious red hair turned strawberry blonde. Her body, although impressive for her age, was still saggy in some places. She turned away from the ebony skinned man and got herself dressed. It was time for the act to begin. She grabbed the expensive but very valuable cigars he gifted her last night and left. She came back with a drugged-out woman with similar hair color as herself and draped her across the man. She checked their pluses and vital signs to ensure they were alive but knocked out. Finally, she gave a call. --- Roxxanne with makeup, a tank top, and tight jeans ran into the motel room and covered her mouth. She looked at her "friend" then at the two dead bodies on the bed. She ran back out, stuck a finger down her throat with her hands still covering her face and puked over the railing. Her "friend" came out and held her hair. Roxxanne started to pinch her skin, willing tears to come out. "I told you where he was at so you could work things out, not kill him!" "Roe! He was cheating on me! With a sex offender! That woman is a known sex offender in at least 2 states!" "What if you husband was the victim!" "Oh don't give him too much credit. Once I could believe, twice I'll pity, but for months! There is no way!" Her "friend" tried to bring Roxxanne inside, for a more private discussion, but she could already see the neighbors calling in the cops as the look out their window. "I’m going to jail. I should've never told you where he was! I can't go to jail, what am I going to do with my granddaughter!" Roxxanne broke down crying in public, she edged her peripherals to see some of the callers seem to pity her. Perfect. "Roe! Get in the room!" "No! I don’t want to! Please, don't make me go back in!" She protested and "struggled" against her grasp as she was dragged into the murder scene. The man she slept with hours before her "friend's" arrival had his head blown into smithereens. The woman she dragged in had her insides spilling out of her. She was a known sex offender with quite a racist profile, she would rape people of color and either cry wolf or torture them. Both were shot with a shot gun at close range, which is why the scene was so messy. "Roe, take the shotgun and hid it somewhere." "Please, please don’t make me do this." "We are already in too deep, you are now an accessory of murder. If you want to ever see your granddaughter again, we need to clean this up." Roxxanne looked passed her friend and saw and undercover cop car, parked outside. Roxxanne vehemently shook her head side to side, but her "friend" shoved the gun in her hands and shoved her out the door. Roxxanne shivered and shook as she descended the motel stairs with a shotgun cradled into her arms. Suddenly a man appeared in front of her and covered her mouth. She "jumped" and bit the inside of her cheeks to start the water works. "Okay miss I need you to- wait calm down, look I'm an undercover cop, not some bad guy look. Here is my badge. Everything is going to be fine now. We got witnesses that can testify for your innocence. You’re not in trouble." Roxxanne nervously shook her head and "complies" with the police. He took the gun away from her arms and told her to go to his colleague and pointed at the undercover car she spotted in the window. She agreed. --- That day her “friend” was instantly arrested and was sentence to life imprisonment. “Roe” came by and visited that friend for 3 months. Roe kept this friend sane and happy. For it was Roe who told this friend about her cheating husband, for it was Roe that was with her through the toughest times of her marriage. This friend talked to Roe everyday she was in prison through a phone and glass. In a short while, this friend looked forward to the everyday, mundane transpires of Roe. Everyday she waited for her to come back. Until one day she didn’t. This friend waited for hours, then days, then a week. This friend asked one of the guards what happened to Roe. They informed her that her friend “Roe” was assaulted last week and died just outside the prison. That friend got emotional really quick. The following week after being informed, she challenged and fought many inmates. By the next week her “friend” was found dead in her cell with no one cause how she died. The official cause of death statement: depression. Just like Diane. "Roe" disappeared neatly off the census and so was her “friend”. Roxxanne was on her driveway, garage open, smoking a big, fat cigar with a margarita on the side and sunglasses. Her strawberry blonde hair was dyed lighter and bit more pink. She puffed hazy air, relishing on the high she was on, lounging on a chair. She tapped the singe off in the designated jar that was placed on a cooler along with her drink. Although this game was quite messy, she killed three birds one stone. The void in her chest seemed to shrink, it almost made her feel complete, but previous attempts told her this was only a temporary bliss. 6 months, this game lasted her 6 months. 3 for the husband, and 3 for her "friend". She honestly thought the game would last longer; she overestimated her targets. She was always down for the long game. She had the time, money, and patience. For a 63-year-old she didn’t look a day over 50. Or at least that what she told herself. She was obsessed with a few things in life. One of them was beauty. She wanted to look young even though she did not feel young at all. Personally, if she had the option to choose, she would rather feel young than look, but she hasn't felt young since she lost her husband, so she could only go for the next best thing: looks. She was also obsessed with pushing people to their own toxicity. It didn’t really matter who, but she still has morals so she tries to aims this obsession to the disgusting people of the world. Finally, she was obsessed with- "Ah gee, Rick, we- we need to clean this up before mom gets home!" "Sh...ut up Mooorty. I... I've... You k-know what, just don't think about it. I al... always have a p-plan." A blue haired scientist just crash landed on his own house, burping through his sentence with alcohol splayed on his face. Beside him was a young brown-haired boy hunched shoulders looking at his grandfather nervously. The space craft skidded on top of their house and into their driveway. Thankfully for Rick it didn't crash into the garage, but the vehicle itself looks worse for wear. Oh, and the roof. Roxxanne took a sip or her margarita as she watched the Smith duo from afar. Her shades displayed nothing abnormal on the outside, the world oblivious to her actions. The scientist grabbed a familiar box and pressed the button. "Hi I'm Mr. Meeseeks!" "Mr. Meeseeks, repair the roof." "Can do!!" The blue humanoid immediately began the process of repairing the roof. Rick ordered Morty to pick up the metal scraps scattered on the driveway from the space craft. With only very little resistance, he agreed, and the blue haired man took off his lab coat and start fixing his hovercraft. The woman sighed and took off her sunglasses. The Smith house disappeared as she did so. Her eyes gazed around the neighborhood she actually lived in. Generally, a better-looking neighborhood than the Smith family. It was more well-kept, a bit more pretentious, and still a suburbia: the grass was a bit greener, the streets were well paved with no cracks, and the sidewalks were clean. She was a few blocks down from where the Smith family lived. She stretched in her chair before moving to place everything back in her garage. In her driveway was a posh looking car and inside the garage was a motorcycle. "Great aunt Roxx?" She stopped briefly and looked at the person who called her. She smiled and continue to pack up as she replied. "Yes, sweet pea?" "Can my friends and I stay over your house for a study session?" "No problem, just tell me the date." "Thanks grandma!" "No problem, Jessica." Once the teenage redhead left back inside her house, she finished packing. Smoking the last of her blunt, she also downed her margarita like it was a shot. The sunglasses she took off hanged on the shirt near her chest. She took a brief look back at the Smith house and saw the same scenario. She took the glasses off and placed them in a cabinet in her garage. The garage was well maintained and clean. One half was dedicated to her tinkering or self-repair for vehicles, while the other hosted her joy ride. She closed the garage door and entered her two-story house through the garage. In this dimension, she never met Rick. In this dimension she didn't meet Diane. In this dimension she never had a Beth. In this dimension, she didn't have anyone. Not until she got an invitation to a funeral. A funeral of her apparent older sister by a few years. She went out of curiosity, and met her grandniece, Jessica. Memories, probably suppressed by this Roxxanne's body, flooded into her. She had a family? In this dimension, she never found anyone who could keep up with her, thus making her all alone. In this dimension she was smart, too smart for her own good. She was a successful business woman, did time in the army, and loved to tinker with improbable science ideas. This dimension was almost an exact mimicry of her own, the only difference… The only difference was she had no relation to the Smith family. Her consciousness, after she died in her original body, rerouted her to this dimension. To be honest she was ready to start over, turn a new leaf, be a better person. Sure, she had an estranged family, but this was her chance to reconnect. In addition, she could be herself and not act in front of them because they didn’t know her. The set up was perfect. Yet, it all came crashing down when she saw a familiar family at a grocery store a month after.

She knew then, this was the catch and she was too curious for her own good.

What was this Rick like? Was he good? Was he Evil? Was he bad? Old habits die hard. Yes, she had one more obsession. She was obsessed with Rick Sanchez. This Rick was one of the terrorist Ricks. One of which she blamed for the destruction of a few multiverse. /She had a Rick once/ Rick SW-33T. /She had a Rick once/

And this was not her Rick.

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[grimmtnykan]

The Nykan Situation: Episode 1

     "Hurry up, Grimm!"

    "Ugh...Five more minutes."

    "Do you want to go out and play today, or not?"

    Grimm opened his eyes to see his older brother, Jacob, looking down on him. School was cancelled due to the heavy snowfall. Jacob made a promise to Grimm that they would play in the snow if they had a snow day, and what better day than today? Little Grimm shot out of bed and scurried to his closet to retrieve his winter attire. He made sure he was bundled up to go play out in the cold, wrapped up in a scarf and other necessary clothing items for the cold. Jacob was wearing his signature black trench coat and could see the excitement through his brother's bright blue eyes. The two ventured off into the snow and ran across the street, laughing on the way, the snow falling upon their pink and chubby faces.

    "Wow, it kinda looks dead in the park today. I figured more people would be here." Jacob said as he put his hands into his pockets. Grimm couldn't contain his happiness any longer and just dashed for the park. Grimm was a very happy kid and always found energy inside of him to play with his brother. Jacob was sixteen and spent most of his time in Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Grimm would be going into said school in the next upcoming year. Not only would he get to spend more time with his brother, but he would learn how to harness the powers within magic and go on his own mystical path. Life was good for both of them.

    "Well, if it isn't Jacob Nykan. The freak on the block." said a nearby voice. Jacob and Grimm looked up from playing in the snow to see three people. Jacob's had problems with them before. When he attended a muggle school in his hometown, these three people would always bully him. Jacob wasn't exactly a very extroverted person; in fact, he didn't like human contact at all. Unless it regarded family, he could care less about making friends or even holding a stable relationship. Being introverted in their small town wasn't seen as "normal."

    "Aw, look! He's with his little brother. Just look at how scared he looks!" cackled one of the other boys. The group walked closer to the two siblings and Jacob stepped in front of Grimm. Grimm wasn't very great at handling confrontation. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was afraid of what their intentions consisted of. Would they hurt him or Jacob? Would they harass them? What did these three want?

    "What do you want, Kai? I told you to stay away from me." Jacob said in a stern tone.

    "You got another thing coming if you think I'd obey someone like you. I take orders from no one, Nykan!" said Kai, a silver headed boy. He rubbed his hands together as he looked at Grimm. "That's a nice, red scarf you got there. Red is my favorite color." he spat.

    "Bet it's pretty valuable." snickered Everett, the tallest one in the group. Jacob tried to shove Grimm behind him, but Everett stopped him by grabbing his shoulder.

    "Be a nice thing to have, ain't it?" said Darren, an orange headed, dark skinned boy. He looked at Kai as he cracked his knuckles. Darren and Everett grabbed Jacob and held him back. Kai, on the other hand, grabbed Grimm by his scarf. Grimm could feel himself choking and tried slapping at Kai's hand to make him stop. Tears flooded his eyes and he gasped for air, panicking. Jacob thrashed all around with Darren and Everett.

    "Y-You can't have it! My mom made it for me and it's mine to keep!" squealed Grimm. He tried to stand his ground. He thought that perhaps they'd leave them alone if he showed any sign of courage. Kai cackled as he slowly lifted Grimm off the ground, tightening the scarf around his neck. Jacob loosened the grip that Darren and Everett had against him and he launched himself at Kai. The two wrestled with each other, Jacob's clothes being ripped in the process. Grimm got up from the snow and ran behind a tree, hiding. His legs felt weak, his mind raced, and his heart was beating right out of his chest. Grimm peeked his head from behind the tree. Jacob laid on the ground, not moving. The three bullies kicked and cursed at him. They saw Grimm and began to make their way towards him.

    "Don't go near him..." Jacob said under his breath. The three bullies stopped in their tracks and began to panic when they felt their bodies being lifted in the air. Jacob was raising his arm up in the air as he got up and struggled to stand. Grimm stared in shock. What was going on? Jacob's eyes began to glow eerie green.

    "You can bother me as much as you want...Yet, when you mess with my family, that is where I draw the line!" Jacob spat. He clasped his hand into a fist and the three bullies howled in pain. Green swirls of light wrapped around their bodies slowly, and as the light reached higher, their bodies would disappear. They were being vaporized. Eventually, the light secluded their screams and person. Everything fell silent, Grimm feeling confused and scared. He wondered what he had just witnessed. Jacob walked towards him and got on one knee.

    "J-Jacob...What did you do?!" he whimpered.

    "I did what I had to do in order to protect you. Listen, Grimm...We are both destined for greatness, and with people like in our way, we need to take them down. Let's keep today between us. Do you understand?" Grimm stared at his brother. He didn't understand what was going on at all, but he trusted Jacob.

    "...I understand." the two made their way back home in silence. They had enough playing in the snow today.

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    Grimm opened his deep, blue eyes to only see a clear sky and shade from the tree he lay under, blocking out the sun. The two strands of hair slightly blew in the wind to give him a better view of his sights. The young man sat up and scratched his head. Grimm was in average shape for a boy his age, seventeen. His hair was a light shade of brown, buzzed all around each side, with a couple bothersome strands resting over his forehead. He had a light stubble across his jawline and chin. He spoke with a southern accent that originated from the depths of Tennessee in the states, but faded slightly over time due to being in a different environment for so long. Of course, he would go back home every summer to his caretaker, Duke Kelling. Duke was a family friend of Grimm's parents who passed away in a house fire when he was eleven, which was the same night Jacob disappeared.

    "I fell asleep again, damn. Madam Hooch'll want an explanation." he said to himself. He got up and dusted himself off and walked up the trail that led to the training grounds. He was lucky, he got to his class just in time. As we walked over to the rack of brooms to grab one, he felt a presence developing towards him.

    "Hey Grimm!" said a familiar voice. Cesily Eurodite. Cesily is a Norwegian sixth year Gryffindor with hair red as a brick and thick as a shrub. She fixed her glasses as she smiled upon her friend. "How are you? You look dead."

    "I actually just woke up. I skipped potions class last period because I honestly just hate that class. Professor Snape is really a pain. Same for that student teacher, Shiro." Grimm replied to Cesily's remark, grabbing a broom and patting Grimm on the back.

    "Well, year six is almost over. It's been exhausting and trust me, as soon as this year is over, we'll go to Hogsmeade and drink ourselves silly with butter beer and do...I dunno, maybe watch Full House on repeat."

    "We do that everyday already, Cy."

    "And we'll do it again!" she chuckled. Grimm used to hate the idea of summer. Not only because it can be ridiculously hot, but because of how he would leave hearing the rumors about him from the past. When word got around about his well known brother disappearing and his family dying, people suspected Grimm to be behind it.

"He is working with he who must not be named!"

"He died discovering a cursed vault!"

"He is on the run from The Ministry of Magic!"

    People to this day still speak about it. It doesn't help that Grimm brought attention upon himself after discovering an ice knight in a cursed vault and slaying it, helping organize campaigns and activities for the school, excelling in courageous based classes, and the constant rivalry he causes between Gryffindor and Slytherin. He has done and accomplished a lot in the past years he has been at Hogwarts, yet he felt there was so much more he could do and discover, such as finding Jacob. There is still so much to do, yet so little time.

    "Hopefully this summer won't be a pain." said Grimm as he hopped on his broom.

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    Evelyn, Seraphina, and Tay were hanging out in Hogsmeade. The three of them didn't have class for the rest of the day, so they decided to head to town and screw around. They were currently at The Three Broomsticks enjoying a hot meal and butter beer. Evelyn was dazed, staring out the window and thinking.

    "What're you thinking about?" Tay asked. Tay Guinvere is a sixth year Ravenclaw who was quite determined for high marks and obsessed with tea. Her hair was a dark brown and fluffy as can be, though being short to her shoulders. "You look bored."

    "Yeah, what's wrong?" Seraphina asked. Seraphina Steinhaur is a Gryffindor in her sixth year. Her skin is pale like her white, snowy hair. Her eyes, amber like peanut brittle. Unlike her two friends, she was more outspoken and loud.

    "Oh nothing. I'm just thinking of something that happened yesterday. It isn't important" Evelyn replied. Evelyn Fawley is a Hufflepuff in her sixth year. She has woven blonde hair with emerald green eyes. Freckles danced upon her rosy nose and cheeks. She was quite popular, and not just because she is a part of the sacred pureblood family but because of her charisma and charm. People often labeled her as nice and outgoing, but she wasn't so sure if she could identify with that statement.

    "I bet it's boys." Seraphina teased.

    "Too bad we can't do that because we're le--" Tay was cut off.

   "It's not about that, stop trying to expose me." Evelyn took a sip of her butterbeer. "I said something to Grimm and I think he hates me now."

    "You told him that he looks like a wannabe trucker?" Tay chuckled as she chugged her butterbeer.

   "No. Not yet anyway. We have to save that for another time." replied Evelyn.

    "Well then what's the big deal? You're not exactly a mean person. You're a Hufflepuff! There's no way you could be mean." said Seraphina. Tay looked at her and for a moment and then back at her butterbeer.

    "Well...I said something to him a few days ago and I think he's mad at me." Evelyn admitted. "We were both looking through the journal we found in Filch's office that belonged to Jacob, trying to decipher what it said. It was written in this...weird language of some sort. No one we knew could translate it and the library had absolutely nothing to help us. Things got tense later that night."

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    Grimm groaned loudly and threw the journal down. Inside of it appeared to be scribbles and exotic shapes combined together. That was the only thing in the notebook, this foreign writing. He began to grow frustrated.

    "What the hell does this say?! Why would he write his journal in such an awkward manner?" Grimm picked the journal back up and began to study the board he put up in Jacob's room, full of notes and other items that included information about their evidence.

    "Grimm, can I say something?" Evelyn said as she put down a book. He looked over at her. "Isn't it possible that perhaps, he doesn't want to be found?" Grimm stared at her.

     "And why would he want that?"

     "I don't know. Maybe something serious did happen and it caused him to go into hiding. I just know that sometimes, people just want to be left alone." Evelyn replied. Grimm looked over at the door.

     "So far we've hardly gotten anywhere with this investigation. We are lucky to even have a ghost or centaur mention him to us, and we're in year six! We've been looking for him since year one. I'll help you in any way I can, but...I think we're getting nowhere once again--"

    Before Evelyn could finish, Grimm turned around and stormed out of his room and into the night. He didn't come back for a couple of days. He hasn't even spoken to Evelyn since then. Nor looked at her. Let alone anyone in all of Hogwarts.

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    "That wasn't cool." Tay blurted out. "I understand he cares for his brother, but he doesn't have to treat you like that."

    "I can somewhat understand his reaction. If my only form of close family went missing with no explanation, I'd be concerned and worried too. I'd try to find them. We all have found evidence regarding Jacob's disappearance. Maybe he feels that he's too close to the matter." Seraphina pitched in.

    "I don't care how close we are, I just...want him to stop being mad at me. What should I do?" Evelyn asked.

    "Apologize?" Seraphina suggested. "Perhaps you could give him some sort of treat."

    "Nah, that's lame." blurted Tay.

    "You have a better idea?" Seraphina barked.

    "No, but it sounds corny." replied Tay.

    "It's better than nothing. Maybe it will bring us both some closure." said Evelyn.

    "I'm sure it will, even if you bring him a food based treat. You can stab him to death and offer him a sweet roll as an apology and he'd forgive you." said Tay. The three girls laughed and joked for the rest of their visit at The Three Broomsticks. An hour had gone by and Evelyn noticed Grimm sitting in the courtyard reading a book. She approached him with careful steps, hoping to not distract him too obnoxiously.

    "Hey Grimm!" said Evelyn cheerfully as she walked up to him. Grimm lifted his head up.

    "Oh, hey. What're you doing here?"

    "I just wanted to ask you if you could maybe hang out tonight? I don't have any plans and I was hoping you didn't either." replied Evelyn.

    "Tsk, well you kinda came at the wrong time. It's Friday and every Friday, Cesily and I binge Full House Well, technically she makes me binge it with her, but it's better than studying." said Grimm. Evelyn's expression went blank for a minute. Was he just saying this because he was upset with her?

    "Oh, okay. Maybe another time then." she said before she could turn to walk away.

    "Hey, maybe you could join us?" said Grimm.

    "Grimm." she clasped her hands. "I am a Hufflepuff. I cannot just enter the Gryffindor common room."

    "...I never said it was in the common room." said Grimm as he smiled.

   "Oh. Then where are you watching the movie?" Evelyn asked.

    "I can't say. Just meet me on the training grounds around 7:00 pm." Grimm closed his book. "I need to get to transfiguration class. I'll see you around?"

    "S-Sure! See you until then." Evelyn said as he walked away. She wanted to apologize and say something else to him then and there, but words refused to climb up her vocals and escape. As of lately, it nearly felt impossible to speak to Grimm. Was it because he was disassociating himself from everyone, or was it her own fault for feeling that she was at fault for the little things she has said, done, and thought? Either way, she felt trapped in this communication based wall. She sat down on the same bench he was once sitting at, and just began to think, and imagine herself in a more confident aura. Later that night, Evelyn dressed out of her robes and wore only a casual outfit. She sat outside in the cool breeze as the sun began to sun. It looked as if the fallen wizards and witches were painting the sky. Oranges, yellows, pinks, and even blues flooded the sky like a hurricane. It was absolutely mesmerizing. The freckled blonde wished she could enjoy this sight for all of eternity. Scotland certainly did have a wondrous atmosphere, and golden hour was its peak.

    "Hey." said a familiar voice. It was Grimm. Evelyn turned her head around and stood up from the soft, green grass and greeted him.

    "Follow me." he said with a blank stare.

    She followed close behind him, occasionally looking at the horizon. Grimm only wore a black shirt, cargo shorts, and black tennis shoes. Why was he wearing black on such a warm day? That's a fashion curse, Evelyn thought. His face was unreadable. She stopped eyeing him for a minute only to see they were headed into a small patch of woods. Ahead of them was a short, but thick tree with what appeared to be a tree house at the top. Grimm grabbed the latter and began to climb up on it to enter the small home. Evelyn climbed up after him and viewed the room. There were bean bag chairs, rugs, curtains over windows, cans and bottles of soda and water, some clothes laying about, blankets, and a television with a DVD player.

    "Wow, full on man cave, huh?" said Evelyn, jokingly.

    "Yeah. We built it a while back. The second years and above were being rude to us as first years, so we first year Gryffindor's built this with the help of Hagrid. We come here when we need to." Grimm said with a smile. "There wasn't a lot of us. So it was just me, Ben, Rowan, Cesily, and Seraphina. But... Now it's just the girls and I."

   Evelyn eyed at him with a sombering look. She sympathized with him. During the first half of sixth year, Rowan Khanna had died by the hands of Patricia Rakepick. Grimm, Merula Snyde, and Ben Copper were battling the traitorous witch in the forbidden forest and she had casted one of the unforgivable curses at Ben. The killing curse, Avada Kedavra. But Rowan had followed them in a desperate attempt to protect them, to which he did. But he ended up dying as a sacrifice, pushing Ben out of the way before he could be struck by the evil curse. It put a massive effect on Grimm and everyone around Hogwarts. Due to the massive wave of sheer anger and melancholy, Grimm and Ben had a falling out. They haven't spoken since Rowan's death. Evelyn lifted her head and changed the subject to a more happy matter.

    "Wait, there are no outlets. How does the TV work?" Evelyn asked.

    "We use Accio. Electricity is expensive. Good thing we can use magic. It's not like we'll get in trouble either since we're still on the campus." Grimm said.

    "Smart. So, where is everyone?" asked Evelyn.

    "They'll be here later. They went to fetch some snacks for tonight." Grimm answered. He sat down in a red bean bag chair.

    "Hey, there's something I wanted to talk to you about." Evelyn said as she sat down on one of the rugs. Grimm looked over at her.

    "I...I'm sorry for what I said a few days ago. I know how this investigation means to you. I hope I didn't make you too angry." she stated in a sad tone. Evelyn looked up at him. "You looked pretty upset when you stormed off." Grimm sighed and looked at her.

    "I'll be honest, I wanted to protest, but I heard something. I heard a familiar voice, it felt haunting, yet calming. I ran out to investigate it and was frustrated when I couldn't see or find anything." Grimm explained.

    "Whose voice was it?" Evelyn asked. Grimm looked down and choked on his words, wiping his forehead.

    "It was Jacob's."

BREAK

    "What?" Evelyn asked, wide eyed.

    "I heard Jacob calling my name. It became more intense, more profound. Each minute I got closer, he got louder. That's why I haven't spoken to you or hardly anyone. It's... All I can think about. It gives me chills." Grimm's voice grew shaky and quiet. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just--" Before Grimm could finish, the trap door opened and up came Cesily, Tay, and Seraphina.

    "Oops, did we interrupt something?" Taryn teased. Cesily and Seraphina followed up with a chuckle.

    "Uh, no. Then again, a notice would've been nice." Grimm sneered.

    "Yeah, yeah. So Evelyn, you're joining us for binge night?" Cesily asked.

    "I suppose so. I've never done anything like this before. Or at least it has been a very long time since I have. I also had no idea Tay and Sera would be joining us." Evelyn stated as she glared at the two. They just smiled at her and stuck their tongues out.

    "Well, why are we still chatting? Let's start the show already before I fall asleep." Seraphina said impatiently. Cesily used Accio to start the television. It has been almost an hour since they watched the first season. Grimm noticed how everyone except for him seemed to be so in depth with the show. It was as if they were hypnotized. Why wasn't he the same way? He had been waiting for tonight all week; but, when he finally got the chance, it felt less exciting. As he thought to himself, he began to wonder if he would feel the same way if he would ever discover the whereabouts of his brother. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light.

    "What was that?" Tay asked in a worried tone.

    "Was it lightning?" Seraphina said as she sat up and looked around.

    Evelyn sat up and poked her head out of the window to see a bright light hanging in the sky, directly above Hogwarts. It got brighter and bigger, combusting and causing the Earth to quake terribly. The group hollered and began to panic. Grimm fell out of the window and landed on his side. He croaked in pain, his vision growing blurry. He could have sworn his ribs were broken. All he could hear the faint voices of his peers call his name as his hearing went from clear and precise to silent and dead. He closed his eyes and he saw nothing but darkness.

    "Grimm... Grimm..." said a quiet voice. Grimm couldn't answer. He could hear and see in this vision, but he couldn't speak. It was as if he was in some sort of paralysis. "I've risen, Grimm. The time is now!" the voice roared.

    "GRIMM!"

    Grimm's eyes shot open and he saw the four girls beside him, helping him up. The earthquake turned into a chaotic storm. Rain poured down immensely. Thunder and lightning cracked and ran throughout the sky like it was a horse race. Wind pushed down on everyone, like a pressure weight.

    "Protego!" Cesily yelled as she waved her wand. A large shield of blue grew around the group and they made their way back to Hogwarts. It only took a few minutes, but they eventually made it back in time before the storm worsened. Students gathered around in the main hall. Some students were conversing with each other; other students were in a panic about the situation.

    "What's going on?" Seraphina asked.

    "It appears as if there is some sort of birthday party going on, Miss Steinhauer." said professor Snape. "There's a storm happening and it's causing destruction and chaos. What else could it be?"

    "Guys, please put me down..." Grimm said meekly. He felt his legs fall beneath him and he fell onto his dirty palms, suddenly dry heaving. His eyes were bloodshot as he turned on his back, shaking. He felt hot, boiling, and his skin was flaring a red tint. Grimm's fingers dug into the cement floor.

    "Grimm!" Evelyn exclaimed as he fell.

    "GUUUUUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAAAAAAAAHHAGGGGHHH!" Grimm howled in pain. His body twisted and turned awkwardly, crunching and popping being heard all throughout his body. Wizards and witches turned their heads to the commotion and rushed over, only to be forced back by the staff.

    "What in the world is going on here?!" shouted one of the professors as they made their way through the crowd to get to the scene.

    "It's Nykan!" replied professor Hooch.

    The Professors that were there at the scene, which consisted of Flitwick, McGonagall, and Hooch. They gathered around to calm down Grimm.

    "Don't touch him." boomed a voice as it approached the scene in purple and golden robes.

    "STOP THE P A I N!" Grimm screamed. His voice sounded deep and ragged. His ears grew to a pointed arrow head-like shape. His deep blue ocean eyes transitioned into a cyan blue full of electricity, with his pupils turning into slits. He arched his back in pain, immediately punching the ground as an instant reaction. His fist slamming into the ground, causing it to crack and creating a pothole. His clothes began to shred as his body began to stretch, growing from a scrawny teenage boy, to the body of a boulder.. His muscles grew and his veins popped out. This made Grimm begin to cry in anguish. The pain was so surreal. It felt as if he was being impaled by his own spine. To him, this sensation felt as if rocks, pins, and needles were having a race in his body. In the middle of his chest, a bright blue X began to appear. As soon as the light disappeared, the symbol looked like nothing more than a large scar. Grimm stopped freaking out almost immediately and just relaxed onto the floor, panting heavily. The young boy's face was drenched in sweat, tears, mucus, and saliva. Everyone stared at the restless student, jaws dropped at this extraordinary change.

    "The race of Apoth." mumbled the once booming voice. It belonged to the one and only, headmaster Dumbledore.

    "Sir?" Hooch asked.

    "The birth of a lost race. Apothians." Albus Dumbledore stepped closer and got onto one knee, cleaning Grimm's face with a handkerchief and sitting him up.

    "The race of Apoth is a long lost collective race of mortals who would be granted powers from higher deities, particularly Norse gods. The race disappeared mysteriously over 5 centuries ago. Not much is known of their race, except the formation of their symbol that is upon their chest. It forms when they have officially been gifted the powers from the deities. That is, if they are seen as worthy." said Dumbledore.

    "But why Grimm? What is even going on?" Cesily asked. Truly, no one had any idea what was going on. Their classmate had just gone through what seemed like an ultimately traumatizing event and for what reason? And what was with the mention of gods? Hardly no one in the wizarding world believed in such a concept.

     "The Savior's weren't the ones to give him this beauty." said a voice from outside of the grand window. Everyone turned their heads to see the windows suddenly shatter. A bright light poured in, and appeared a tall, fit man. He had coal black hair, pale skin, and wore a jeweled, black robe. He lifted his head to reveal his bright green eyes, and wore half of a white masquerade mask that rested upon the right side of his face.

    "I did." said Jacob Harlis Nykan.

     "Jacob?" mumbled Grimm. His eyes widened as he wheezed. Dumbledore patted his back to relax him.

    "Hello, Grimm. I hear you've been searching for me." Jacob said as he walked towards his younger brother.

     "Only for six years." Grimm replied as he attempted to stand up, but McGonagall and Flitwick stopped him.

    "How did you get here? Zoro banished you!" Dumbledore stated.

    "I figured you'd know that question already, professor." Jacob replied sternly. "I've come for you, Grimm. I've gifted you with 10% of the power the Lost have given me. Eventually, you can become immortal like me, and we'll become gods. We can rule the world! We can avenge our parents. We can have what we have ever wanted! It's your destiny, Grimm! Remember when we were young and I said this to you on the playground? You and I can be one, once again!" said Jacob, as he reached out his hand. Grimm stared at him, confused. Why was Jacob going on about world domination? He had so many questions, but he didn't know where to start.

    "W-wait... You disappear for six years, and ask me to help you rule the world? You've been here for hardly a minute! You could have at least bought me dinner first!" Grimm said as he struggled to stand.

    "All I ever wanted was to see us become a family again. That's all I ever wanted... even ma and pa." Grimm said, his voice cracking.

    "We can, Grimm. Yet, you'd have to agree to rule beside me and bring this cruel world to its knees! We need to show this godforsaken planet that the respect for the gods has been lost, and we as new gods deserve to be worshipped. We deserve the happiness and glory we dreamt about as children." Jacob said.

    "I don't want that! That would require me harming those for something I want, and that's not how I roll. You can do what you want, but I won't participate in any of it. Just listen to yourself, Jacob!"

    Everyone silenced.

    "Stand down, and come home with us. With me, brother." Grimm said as he slowly approached his sibling.

    "It seems I've made a mistake. I expected better of you, Grimm. You've disappointed me." Jacob snarled. "You really are pathetic!"

    Jacob yelled as he raised his arm and swung it to the side, casting a large wave of green energy to hit Grimm with. Grimm gasped and jumped towards the side. The blast of energy destroyed the main hall's entrance, causing it to explode and create an immaculate hole in its presence. Grimm staggered upward and looked at his brother. Before the professors could cast their wands, Jacob jumped towards Grimm and grabbed him by his throat, punching him in the air and straight through the roof. Jacob launched himself after him, opening his hands and spewing what appeared to be like green lightning from them. He eventually reached up to Grimm before he could fall back down. Jacob grabbed what remained of his shirt and turned him over, back facing the ground.

    "Elektrisk slag!" Jacob shouted before the blasts of electricity pushed Grimm down into the ground, creating an impact crater. Grimm could feel himself fading in and out of consciousness, his breath becoming short and rapid. Jacob flew down to face him.

    "Tragic. Here you are, a part of a long lost race, and you don't even know how to use your powers. You don't even know how to summon your own våpen. That is something every Apoth knows instantly after transformation. Your instincts should have blocked my attacks." Jacob spat as he kicked Grimm in the face.

    "You always were weak, Grimm. I can remember the first time you dealt with that group of bullies. I had to deal with them for you. In the end I ended up killing them. I turned their bodies into dust. And you know what you did? Cry, like a pathetic waste of space!" He shouted as he slammed his foot into Grimm's gut. Grimm cried in pain, too weak to move.

   "You are nothing but shit. I don't see how we could ever be in relation. You are not worthy of being my brother or a god. You are my enemy, and I must kill my enemies before they get in my way!" Jacob said before lifting his leg to kick him again. Grimm grabbed his foot and held it, refusing to let Jacob harm him once more. His new biceps and triceps flexed intensely, veins popping slightly.

    "I...I AM NOT PATHETIC!" Grimm screamed as he suddenly lifted himself up. The two were suddenly surrounded by blue flames. Grimm pushed Jacob in the air and flew after him, trails of blue flame following behind him. He balled his fist up, reaching it back and nailing him in the face. This force of strength caused Jacob to fly across the sky, creating a sonic boom wave. Jacob used his mass to stop himself from flying any further. He felt at the right side of his face, feeling a thin crack in the center of his mask.

    "You'll pay for that." Jacob sneered. "Fare!"

    Jacob raised his arm and a long horizontal line of vivid light appeared. What was revealed before Grimm was a long, curved tip sword. Along the blade was glowing green Norwegian lettering that spelled out Fare. The handle had a spike attached to it at the end. Around the saber, waves of green energy produced amongst it. Its power was pressuring Grimm.

    "I won't use all of Fare's power on you since there's no point. As soon as this blade touches you, you'll die. After all, it's what you deserve for betraying your only family." said Jacob as he swung his arm to the side, unleashing a blast of energy at Grimm. The energy broke into many parts, spreading like arrow heads. Grimm dove down, but was struck by one of the arrows. It went through his arm and blood began to cascade down his bicep to his finger tips like a river. The new born Apothian cursed and held his arm as he shot his head up to eye his brother. His eyes flashed, glowing furiously. Grimm screamed Jacob's name as he flew towards him. An aura of white formed around him as he aimed his attacks towards his older brother. Grimm punched as fast and as hard as he could, but Jacob dodged every attack. He raised his sword to slice at Grimm, but was stunned to see Grimm grab it. He tried to remove the sword from his grasp, but Grimm held tightly. The saber cut into his skin but he refused to let go.

    "What?!" Jacob exclaimed confusingly. Grimm threw his sword to the side, causing Jacob to go flying with it. Grimm didn't throw as far as he anticipated, however. He could feel his body becoming weaker and more exhausted. Jacob turned to laugh at the boy's poor attempts to fight. "It appears your energy is draining, Grimm. It's just as I expected."

    "W-What do you mean?" asked Grimm.

    "Apothians can only use their max power gifted by the Saviors if they have at least 10,000% of energy. Right now, your energy is only at a measly 10%. My energy is at least a little bit over 9,000%. That's why I haven't even broken a sweat since this battle. I estimate that in about 15 minutes or less, you'll fall right down to the ground and either die or be close to dying." said Jacob. Grimm met his piercing green eyes with hurt and frustration.

    "Face it, you won't defeat me in time before you die. I honestly expected a more... exciting fight." said Jacob. "No matter. At least this battle is done and over with. I have more important things to do. But first... "

    Jacob turned to shoot a beam of energy from his hand towards the school.

    "NOOOOO!" Grimm screamed as he flew in front of the beam. He began to think of his friends and peers, the many lives that could be injured, or even lost, at this beloved school. He pressed his back against the front of the beam, feeling the energy sting and burn his body. He didn't exactly know what he was doing, but whatever it was, it seemed to work. Grimm looked to his side to see Jacob gone. That bastard, he thought. He turned around and used all of his might to turn the beam the opposite way from the school. Grimm shoved his fist through the beam of energy, burning his hand, and threw it like an Olympian would with a spear. It landed in a patch of woods and exploded, causing another crater in the ground. A huge gust of wind blew as an effect. Grimm turned to the school and flew back towards it, becoming weaker as he got lower. He laid himself in front of the main gates to Hogwarts. As soon as he landed, many professors ran to help him.

    "Madam Pomfrey, get him in the hospital wing!" ordered Headmaster Dumbledore.

    Many professors crowded him, picking him up and carrying him to the wing. It had been several hours since the incident. Everyone was talking about it. Evelyn, Tay, Seraphina, and Cesily sat outside of the hospital wing, waiting for news about Grimm's health.

    "So, are we not going to discuss what just happened?" Tay asked.

    "What can we talk about? I'm still confused about the whole thing." stated Cesily.

    "That battle was... Intense. I feel really worried, guys." said Evelyn, tapping her foot repeatedly.

    "Look at this mess! If Nykan had never come here, then none of this would have happened." said a sharp voice, t'was Danie Lopez, a well known Slytherin. She was popular within her house, but still rather very cruel to others. She and Merula Snyde had a lot in common, but even Merula knew when to stop. Danie is a latina girl with skin of a chestnut. Her hair was short, but curly. Glasses rested upon her face, sitting in front of her dark and sharp eyes.

    "He's probably dying, or something." said Ismelda Murk, another well known Slytherin. The girl has greasy black hair and a pale freckled face. Bags under her eyes were very existent due to the lack of sleep.

    "If he was dying, then it's well deserved. Now, let's head back to our common room. We have work to do for the ball committee." said Danie.

    "Yeah, I'm ready to go. If I don't, my inner zen will disappear." Evelyn sighed. "Will you guys let me know about Grimm's health if you hear anything?"

    "Yeah, totally." replied Seraphina. The rest ended up going back to their common rooms. Meanwhile, Dumbledore stood at the window inside his office, staring at the moon.

    "Headmaster?" said a low voice.

    "Come in, Professor Snape." replied Dumbledore.

    "I think we should make arrangements to speak about the incident tomorrow morning." Snape stated. "The student body will want some questions answered. As well as our newfound student teacher."

    "Perhaps. I will look into it. I am more worried about Jacob Nykan's arrival. We banished him to the spirit realm. How could he have possibly found his way out?" asked Dumbledore.

    "It may have to do with the tranquility and overall status of his abilities. Or as what students say these days," Snape raised his hands to move his fingers up and down to form quotation marks, "Who knows."

    Dumbledore walked over to his desk and opened up a safe, which contained a journal full of notes inside. He opened it and began to look over a few things held within the book.

    "We banished him to keep him safe from destruction. If he was even captured by the Ministry of Magic, then he would have eventually found a way out. Due to his immaculate prowess, I doubt we will be able to do such a thing again." Dumbledore stated.

    "What do you suggest we do?" Snape asked. Dumbledore raised his head slowly and closed his eyes.

    "Jacob Nykan has strayed too far from the path of holiness, gratitude, and peace. There is only one thing we may be able to do, but it'll be a lot of work." Dumbledore said as he closed his book.

    "And what is that?" Snape asked.

    "We need to contact Zoro again. Jacob Nykan needs to die." Dumbledore answered.

END OF EPISODE 1

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Dance with me [SN | F]

pairing: Shownu X Reader (Gender neutral)

genre: Fluff with a hint of Angst

word count: 3.6k

summary: Your life is shattered into a million little pieces when a chance encounter with a stranger changes your life forever.

trigger warning: This story contains hints towards abuse and suicide. If any of these themes are triggering for you please don’t read the following story.

cover: Made by me. Picture credit to 1st Look. 

song: “Livin’ it up” by Monsta X

lyrics: “I was searching for something that would excite the ordinary everyday. This miracle that we’ve met makes it rain on my parched soul.”

This isn’t the end of the world. This isn’t the end of the world. This isn’t…

You kept repeating that thought inside your head over and over and over again like a magic spell that would suddenly turn your life around and make it seem less like a failure.

But you knew that wouldn’t happen.

Because in reality there were no magic spells. No time travels. No nothing.

Instead, you had to face the fact that you’d just failed your final exam for the third time, immediately resulting in you getting expelled from Seoul National University. Which meant you’d just wasted three years of your life working relentlessly for a degree you would never be able to get.

Not now. Nor ever.

You let out a deep sigh as you imagined the disappointed expression on your mother's face who’d always wished for you to become a successful lawyer. She’d told the whole neighborhood about it when you’d gotten into SNU Law school, bragging about how smart you were and how you’d turn your family’s fate around and make them wealthy enough to stop worrying about how to put food on the table for you and your little brother. You’d been a scholarship recipient, defying the odds by being one of the few people in your year to make it into SNU without rich parents and an armada of tutors and teachers stepping on each other just to help you out.

And you’d been able to maintain your scholarship throughout the past three years. Your grades had been excellent. Your behavior had never been off. Not even once. When everybody had gone out to party you’d stayed home to study, your nose buried in the books until the break of dawn. But all that seemed to be of no use because you failed the final exam. Three times in a row. And you had no idea why.

You couldn’t even really remember taking it. Everything was a blur. From the moment you got up on exam day until you left the classroom. You couldn’t remember the questions or the answers you’d given. You couldn’t even remember the faces of the students that had taken the exam with you. Not even one.

And that had been the case every damn time.

So you haven’t been all that surprised when you’d received the notice from SNU that you’d been expelled due to insufficient academic performance. But opening that letter and looking at the black ink on the white paper that turned your worst fears into reality had still hurt like hell. And it still kind of did.

You looked down towards the big box at your feet that you’d brought with you all the way to the Han River Bridge. You knew what was inside but you were hesitant to open it. You didn’t want to look at all your textbooks, notes and cue cards that you’d put together so carefully over the past three years. Because in the end, all that hard work hadn’t paid off. You’d still failed. You’d still let your family down.

God - You’re father would be furious once you’d go back home to Busan. He’d scream at you, calling you a disgrace before eventually kicking you out. And your mother and little brother would only be able to watch since they knew better than to get involved once he’d gone into full-on rage-mode. And you wouldn’t want them to get involved anyway. You’d always been the protector of your family, taking on your father’s outbursts of anger so that those two wouldn’t have to put up with his temper tantrums. So you were used to it. Used to being called all sorts of names. Used to getting kicked out of your home temporarily. And even used to getting hit once or twice. So it wasn’t anything you couldn't handle.

Yet you already dreaded the day of your return, if you were completely honest.

You rested your hands on the railing and looked towards the glistening water of Han River. You knew that people were sitting on the shore, drinking beer, chatting away and looking at the beautiful lights on the bridge in awe. But to you the water down below looked like a dark, black hole even though it was illuminated in all sorts of colors. It would be so easy to just climb over the railing and just let yourself fall into this black nothingness. Maybe it would hurt when your body hit the surface of the water. You had read in some newspaper that it was similar to your body hitting concrete. So it would most definitely hurt like hell. But at least the water wouldn’t be cold in this hot summer night.

And then everything would just be over in a split second.

But unfortunately, quitting on life like that wasn't your style.

You’d always been the stubborn type. The one to fight your way through any situation. No matter how bleak it may seemed.

You father called it stupidity. Your mother called it bravery.

And you? You didn’t know what you’d call it.

“Move it!” Your head snapped towards the loud voices that were coming closer. They were accompanied by thumping footsteps that sounded a lot like a large group of people running. And just as you were leaning back slightly they came into view.

Seven young men were running in your direction. Followed by what looked like a small mob of people dressed like waiters.

The group of young men that you estimated to be around your age was lead by a guy with silver blondish hair. He wore black dress pants and a grey button down while carrying a blazer in his hand. He was tall and skinny with long legs that seemingly helped him to get ahead. The smile on his face was blindingly bright and he seemed to have the time of his life, judging by the laugh that echoed through the night.

He was closely followed by someone significantly shorter than him who didn’t look nearly as pleased or amused as the guy with the silver hair.  Instead, he looked rather angry, gritting his teeth as he looked back for a second, the fringe of his purple hair sticking to his forehead. “This was a stupid idea!”

“Kihyun - loosen up a little.” Another tall guy with the face of a model caught up to the two runners that lead the group. His words were barely audible because he heaved like a dying animal as he sped up his steps to catch up to them.

“Less talking - more running.” Two shorter guys with pitch black hair were next in line. One of them had a very unique nose. He was holding the hand of the other guy, who had a ridiculously symmetrical face, practically dragging him along and preventing him from falling several times.

“Hate to admit it but Changkyun is right.” The blonde guy who was second to last seemed to be jogging instead of running, his blue eyes glistening with amusement. He suddenly turned around to run backwards, taunting his pursuers with an annoying smirk and an offensive hand gesture. It was more than evident that he could have gotten ahead easily. He had massive thighs and was obviously in shape. Running seemed to be a piece of cake for him. Just like for the guy who was running right next to him.

He had dark brown hair that seemed to have been carefully styled while a black suit was accentuating his height and broader frame. He looked comfortable. Happy almost with the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Running seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary for him. His skin didn’t turn bright red. He was hardly sweating even though it was a hot summer night and his breathing seemed to be very steady. His whole body just screamed athlete. The upper two buttons on his shirt were undone, giving you a good look at his toned chest and the bronzed skin while the subtle gold chain around his neck added a nice touch.

He was handsome. In the classic way. His face was very masculine and well structured with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. But his rather plush lips evened out his harsh facial features, smoothing them over and giving him and almost gentle touch. And his warm, dark brown eyes were… transfixed on you.

You couldn’t help but stare back at him, completely caught off guard by the way he looked at you. Or rather the way the look in his eyes made you feel. You’d never met him before. He was a complete stranger to you. Yet you felt oddly calm looking into his eyes. The stress and anxieties seemed to just leave your body, taken away by a cleansing wave of comfort and security.

Who the hell was this guy and what on earth…

“YOU! STOP RIGHT THERE YOU THIEVES!”

You realized that the group was still headed your way. And that they’ve gotten a lot closer to you while you’d been staring into some stranger’s eyes. If you weren’t gonna get out of their way quickly, they’d probably run you over. So you did the first thing you could think of. You took a huge step back and hopped onto the cardboard box that you’d brought with you, just to get out of their way. You weren’t gonna let yourself get stomped to death by a bunch of guys. No way in hell.

Only seconds later they were passing you by, their laughter now mixing with the sound of the cars that were driving across the bridge.

They seemed so happy. So carefree. So… unbothered.

Unlike you.

But they also seemed to be in a lot of trouble, judging by the fact that they were being chased.

You let out a deep sigh. You’d never gotten into trouble. Not even once. You’d always been cautious. Scared to make a mistake. Scared to do something reckless. You’d always been good. But for what exactly? Your life had turned out this way anyway. You should have gone out. Have fun and make friends instead of keeping to yourself and learning for exams. You should have…

You let out a yelp of surprise as you suddenly felt a hand grab your wrist. Strong fingers were wrapped around it tightly and you could feel the warmth of skin on skin before you were suddenly dragged off your little box and back onto the sidewalk.

You looked up just to see the smile of the handsome stranger that had been staring at you so intensely just seconds ago. From up close he was almost breathtakingly beautiful, with his almond shaped eyes and his straight and flawless nose.

When did he stop running? It must have been when your mind had started to wander. Otherwise you would have noticed immediately.

You tried to take a deep breath to calm down that heavy beating heart of yours but instead of some hot summer night air you seemed to only breathe him in. His cologne had an exquisite smell. It reminded you of leather and fresh cut wood with a hint of flowers.

Unique. Just like him.  

“Are you ready?”. That’s all he said. Nothing else. No explanation on why he’d suddenly grabbed your wrist. Or why he wanted you to come along. He just stood there on the bridge right next to you, a complete stranger. He was oddly close, only standing inches apart from you while seemingly being absolutely unfazed by the fact that the group of waiters was catching up fast. He acted like he had all the time in the world to wait for your answer.  

But what answer did he expect?! You knew absolutely nothing about him. Not even his name. Why would you even consider-

“Yes”.

Wait. Did those words really just leave your mouth? Did you really just go insane? Yeah, that was most likely the case judging by the fact that you just...

He smiled at you and suddenly all the thoughts inside your head went quiet. You knew how stupid it was to trust some random stranger. How dangerous it was to even consider following him.

Yet you felt like you could follow him anywhere without having to worry about a thing.

How strange.

“Then let’s go”, he said before he started running again, taking you along to a destination that only he knew.

Coming along with that stranger that you now knew as Shownu had been the best decision you’d ever made your entire life. At least that’s what you thought when you were sitting in the booth of some club, surrounded by the guys you knew nothing about except for their names and the fact that they were excellent dancers. Well, you looked towards Kihyun, at least most of them were.

Your body was buzzing with energy from dancing for the past two hours and your clothes slightly stuck to your skin with sweat. The music was loud enough to almost make you go deaf and the deep base vibrated through your body. It felt like it was making its way straight to your heart, helping it to continue beating despite all the hurt and disappointment you’d felt ever since opening that godforsaken letter.

For the first time since you’d been expelled, it felt like you could breathe again. Like some sort of burden had suddenly been lifted from your chest, allowing you to take one deep breath after the other, pumping oxygen into your lungs while igniting a spark inside you that turned into an all consuming fire of resolve and determination.

Getting expelled wasn’t the end of the world.

Quite the contrary. It was a new beginning. A fresh start that allowed you to finally figure out what you truly wanted to do with your life. It was the key to a future that you would decide on all by yourself, without taking your family into consideration since your father would disown you anyway.

You felt like crying. Not because you felt an all-consuming sadness. But because you felt an overwhelming sense of relief instead.  

All your life you’d been forced onto an already set path. You’d given up on all the sparks of passions you’d felt. You’d given up on friends and hobbies. On love and a social life. Or just on the idea on a life for yourself in general.

You’d been this empty shell that your parents had used as a puppet to fulfil their own dreams and aspirations instead of taking some time to even ask you once what you wanted to do with your life. They’d used you. Molded you into something you’d never wanted to be, making you lose sight of yourself in the process while justifying their actions under the pretense of doing what was best for you.

But had all of this really been the best for you?

When you thought of everything you’d sacrificed and all the times you’d thrown up before taking an exam, you highly doubted that.

“So, are you the next addition to Shownu’s collection of lost souls?” Changkyun’s low voice still sounded so unfamiliar that you could easily hear him over the loud music. He was sitting across from you on the other side of the round table right next to Wonho and Minhyuk.

Shownu’s collection of what? “Excuse me, but I don’t really get it.” You looked at Shownu in confusion.

Changkyun shrugged as he grabbed his glass of soju, drinking the last remaining amount of the alcohol in one shot. “Well, he picked all of us up from the street like some stray dogs. Just like he did with you tonight. So we-”

Jooheon rolled his eyes before he reached across the table and stuffed Changkyun’s mouth with some snacks he’d ordered previously. “Why don’t you just shut up, Mister Theatrical.” Jooheon looked at you and smiled so that his eyes turned into small crescent moons and deep dimples appeared on his face, completely transforming his face. “What Changkyun was trying to say is that we all have our story. So we understand.”

Okay, now they’d really lost you. “You understand what?”

Hyungwon brushed back some of his hair. “You standing on that bridge.”

Okay, what the hell was going on? “I fear I don’t…”

“Come on.” Shownu suddenly grabbed you hand, forcing you to get out of the booth. “Dance with me.”

“But” you pointed towards your water “I still didn’t get the chance to drink anything and…” You gave up as soon as you noticed that he wasn't listening to you. You just followed him unto the crowded dance floor, his hand still tightly holding yours before he pulled you closer to him.  

Being this close to him was still very new to you even though he’d danced like this with you before. Even when the others were around he’d always made sure to dance with you. Sometimes with your back leaning against his chest or like now with his chest touching yours. He let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in even closer.

It was obvious that he didn’t give a sh*t about what people thought of him because otherwise he wouldn’t have held you this close in public. And you kind of wished that he’d care a bit more because you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks while you prayed to God that he didn’t feel the loud thumping of your heart against his chest.

Shownu started to move to the music that seemed to be one with his body before he leaned in closer, his lips brushing over your ear before he started to speak softly.  

“I am very sorry about the guys.” His tone was very careful, almost as if he was afraid of your reaction. “They can be a little… blunt sometimes. Especially Changkyun and Hyungwon.” He pulled you even closer, pressing your body flat against his while all his movements came to a halt. “I am really sorry.”

“About what?” You tried to push yourself away a little to take a look at his face but he held you too tight. “I don’t even really know what they were talking about.”

“About you…” Shownu cleared his throat. “About the fact that you tried to kill yourself.”

His words left you dumbfounded for a second. What? How did they come up with that nonsense? When did you ever…

You couldn’t help but laugh when you finally caught up to things. Gosh, those idiots. “I didn’t try to kill myself.” You chuckled as Shownu suddenly lifted his grip a little to look at you in utter confusion. “Is this some sappy drama? Do all the people go to the Han River Bridge to throw themselves off of it?”

“But you were standing on a box and…”

“Yeah - A box full of things I planned on throwing INTO Han River!” You couldn’t help to smile like an utter idiot. Somehow this was very funny to you. Maybe because of the absurdness of this whole situation. “I never planned on killing myself. Not even for a second.”

“Oh God…” You laughed even more as you saw Shownu’s cheeks turn bright red. “I am such an idiot.”

“Yeah.” You patted his shoulder. “But at least you are a nice idiot who dragged somebody along just because you thought that person was suicidal.”

Shownu forced a smile, making it look a little odd. “Well… I am the type of guy that can’t leave people alone that seem to have a hard time.” He nodded towards the table, his awkward smile tuning into an honest and warm one. “That’s how I ended up with those dorks.” He looked you straight in the eye. “They’ll tell you their stories one day. When they are ready.”

God, what was it with his eyes that made you feel so at ease while your heart started beating even faster?!

“You make it sound like I’ll be around for a long time.”

He nodded slowly. “I’d like that.” He suddenly broke eye contact, looking around instead. “Well only if you’d want to. I mean I forced you along so I-”

You had no idea what gave you the courage to grab him by the collar of his shirt before pulling him in for a kiss. Him, a complete stranger you knew nothing of but his name, his kind and big heart and the fact that you felt so safe with him that you’d follow him anywhere if he’d just ask.

His lips felt incredibly soft and you felt his warmth all over as he pulled you in as close as he could, not leaving any room between his body and yours.

When he kissed you back you just knew that this was your new beginning.

He felt like warmth and home. Like security and understanding.

But he tasted like vodka, energy drinks and endless possibilities.

And you were addicted immediately.

When you let go of him you were out of breath. You felt your blood rushing through your body while feeling a little light-headed. But you weren’t afraid. Not even concerned.

You knew this was where your life would start to feel like yours again. And even if there wasn’t any magic in this world, this moment kind of felt like it.

So instead of answering, you wrapped your arms around Shownu’s neck and kissed him again. Because something told you, that you’d really be around for a very long time.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

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[mimi-love-4ever]

Summer Heat

SasuSaku Month 2018 - Day 13: Summer Heat Rating: T+ (Language) Context: Non-massacre, non-shinobi AU A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you like it! Here’s the previous prompt, Day 12 (Dinner).

Sasuke was carrying a bucket of paint and a tray of brushes the first time he saw her. He blinked several times to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Pastel pink hair and alluring green eyes. She was talking animatedly with his uncle Obito near the front gate of the house as she swept her strangely colored hair up into a ponytail. Since he had his earphones in, he failed to hear what she was saying, but whatever it was it had his uncle howling with laughter with the way he was bending over and slapping his knee. It honestly looked like he was dying from oxygen deprivation.

Whatever the girl said couldn’t have been that funny, he thought to himself, almost annoyed.

He forced himself to look away and kept walking towards the end of the fence where he was supposed to start painting first. When his uncle had convinced his parents to let him stay for the summer, to clear his head before college began, Sasuke hadn’t expected to be put to work. Obito had bought an old house in a nice, quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of Konoha and had decided to renovate it as a summer project. So, honestly, he should have suspected he’d be used for free labor by his eccentric uncle. The only thing that had kept him from driving back home was that Obito had promised to teach him some martial arts, which is something his mother had forbidden him from learning when he was younger.

The next time he saw the girl with the pink hair, he was driving through downtown Konoha one afternoon. Obito had sent him to pick up something or another at the store like a little errand boy. He just happened to take a glance to the right at a stop light and saw her spinning on her tiptoes as easily as a breath of air. She was in a dance studio, alone. The passionate expression on her face caught him off guard. He couldn’t deny she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. Which is why he grumbled to himself and sped out of there before anyone caught him staring. Sasuke was not in the habit of letting girls catch his eye and he did not plan to let it happen.

He arrived back at the house thoroughly annoyed, threw the shopping bag on his uncle’s table, and holed up in his room. He slipped in his earphones and spent the next couple hours trying to put that girl out of mind. He tried so hard that he ended up falling asleep to the image of sparkling viridian eyes, nonetheless.

It was almost a month into his stay when he ran into her again. Obito had left him a to-do list of things that needed to be done while he went into town for a few hours. Sasuke called bullshit because his uncle had been gone since early morning and he was stuck cleaning the stinky gutters as the sun blazed on mercilessly. Sweat trickled down his neck right down to his shirt, making it stick to his body uncomfortably. The heated up metal of the ladder he was standing on wasn’t helping the situation. He groaned in protest and decided to scoop one last patch of gutter gunk before calling it quits. Not even the music blasting through his earphones was helping him put the summer heat out of mind. He let the ball of gunk fall to the ground carelessly, where he could then pick it up better, when his ladder shook roughly and almost toppled him over.

Sasuke cursed loudly and looked down trying to find the source of the disturbance. His eyes widened in shock when he saw pink muddied locks, then a furious face with green eyes  shooting daggers at him. He ripped the earphones off and quickly climbed down.

“What the hell is your problem?” The girl exclaimed. “I was just trying to get your attention and you go and drop this shit on me!”

Sasuke winced. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you, or hear you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I figured,” she pouted and tried to get big chunks of gutter trash off her head. “Great, now I gotta go all the way back home and shower.”

“No, wait.” Sasuke surprised himself by saying and  looked away embarrassed. “Uh, why don’t you come in? You can use our bathroom.”

She raised an eyebrow at his boldness. “I don’t even know your name, buddy. You could be a killer for all I know, looking to kidnap girls like me.”

“Annoying?” Sasuke quipped.

“Young and full of life.”

Sasuke couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her reply. “Sasuke Uchiha. College-bound student, not a killer.”

“Oh, you must be Mr. Uchiha’s nephew!” Her eyes brightened as she stuck her hand out to him. “He hasn’t shut up about you, you know?”

“Great,” he grimaced. “I can just imagine the things he’s said.”

“Well, you don’t look stupid, for one,” she giggled. “Although, he did also mention you have a stick up your ass, so…”

You’re dead, Obito! Sasuke glared at the floor furiously. He could feel the tips of his ears burn red.

“Sakura Haruno,” she introduced herself, chuckling. “Now that I know you’re not a closeted killer, I wouldn’t mind using your bathroom, but I still got my eye on you.”

After their official disaster of a meeting, Sasuke found Sakura stopping by more often. She would try to get him out of the house any chance she got, but to no avail, so she ended up trailing after him and helping out. Once Obito found out what was going on he waited for Sakura to go home before laughing and teasing him relentlessly about her. Somehow his uncle got it in his head that he and Sakura would soon hook up, which is why he almost freaked out when two weeks later Sakura started pestering him about a party. A friend of a friend was hosting a party at her family’s summer house, about forty minutes away, and Sakura insisted he should go with her. Of course, he flat out refused, remembering his uncle’s teasing. That’s when Sakura had pulled out the big guns.

Her pink lips formed a pout as her viridian eyes widened slightly and she looked at him pleadingly. His thoughts betrayed him as he found her to be entirely too enticing for her own good. Needless to say, she played him like a damn fiddle.

Sasuke threw on a clean white t-shirt, jeans and a pair of black Converse and waited for Sakura to show up. Since he didn’t want to tip off Obito of the situation, he told Sakura they should take her car, to which she readily agreed. It seemed Obito had started teasing her too whenever he wasn’t paying attention.

At seven, on the dot, Sakura was pulling up in the driveway. She waved at him without getting off and he hurried over to the passenger seat. The drive on the way over was laid back with Sasuke simply enjoying the cool air from the AC beating away the heat of summer while Sakura played songs from her playlist and sang a long at the top of her lungs. She grinned at him and laughed every time he would complain about the too bubblegum pop songs she played, but he never once told her to shut up or change it. When they finally reached their destination an hour later, the party looked to be well underway already. Sakura parked down the street and was checking over her light make-up as he got out.

The second Sakura stepped out of the car, Sasuke knew this party was gonna be hell. He hadn’t noticed it when he got in the car, but Sakura looked good. Way, way, too good and damn it all if he didn’t find her insanely attractive. She wore a thin red, off the shoulder top that fell a little short and showed off a good amount of her flat stomach. It accompanished a tight, high waisted black skirt that stopped mid-thigh and a pair of black wedge sneakers that had a mesmerizing effect on her long legs.

“Do you think I look okay?” Sakura asked him, biting her lip, as she tucked a rose-colored lock behind her ear.

Sasuke had never felt so conflicted. He wanted to tell her that she looked amazing, but at the same time, he wanted to shove her back in the car and drive away so no stupid hormonal boys could look at her.

“You look fine,” he forced out.

“Oh,” she said. He could have sworn he saw a flash of disappointment in her eyes before it was gone and she smiled. “As long as I don’t look terrible. Come on, Sasuke, we need to loosen you up.”

As soon as they stepped through the door, Sakura was bombarded by a vivacious blonde who grinned like a Cheshire cat at her outfit and handed both of them a half-filled red cup. Ino, he remembered Sakura mentioning the name of her best friend. She wasted no time in pulling her into a throng of people in the middle of the large living room that were supposed to be dancing, but looked to be too tipsy for that. Hard paced music blasted from hidden speakers around the room while a strobe of light flashed every now and then.

He wasn’t the type to drink, but when he caught several leering glances directed at Sakura, he chugged the entire contents of the cup. Whatever it was tasted terrible and almost made him gag at the after taste. Although he hadn’t known Sakura for very long, he felt protective of her. It almost came at no surprise seeing as how there was just something about her that drew people right in.

Sasuke ended up in a corner, mostly to hide from the attention other girls were directing at him in the form of flirtatious eyes and not so subtle looks. He focused instead on Sakura and the big smile on her face as she danced. She had ditched the cup and had both hands thrown up in the air above her, her hips swaying sensually in time to the rhythm of the music. He lost count of how many songs Sakura danced to, but she eventually made her way over to him slightly out of breath and fanning her face.

Her eyes shimmered with excitement and her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink. She looked at him with a certain intensity that made the room heat up a couple of degrees.

“Dance with me?” Sakura giggled, tugging on his arm.

“I don’t dance,” he replied, glancing at the tangle of people unamused.

“Oh, come on!” Sakura crossed her arms over her chest. “I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Sasuke found himself muttering under his breath.

“I’m gonna go get another drink then.” She gave him one last hopeful look before maneuvering through the living room and out of sight.

Having nothing better to do, he followed Sakura to the kitchen area, pushing people out the way. He could never understand why girls tried clinging to him when it was obvious he wasn’t interested. All except Sakura, that is…

He shook away those thoughts and rounded the corner. The sight before him, however, made all those thoughts come roaring right back. Sakura was leaning against the counter, drink in hand, smiling and laughing as some guy was talking to her. He stood a little taller than her, which made him lean down closer to Sakura’s face to be able to be heard over the loud noise of the music. Too close. Sasuke found it incredibly hard to resist the urge to shove him away and punch that smug grin off his face.

I have no claim on Sakura. Sasuke repeated like a mantra over and over in his head.

The guy leaned down even further and whispered something in Sakura’s ear. He put his hand on the counter and placed his other on her small waist. Her eyes widened a bit at whatever it was that he said before an offended expression crossed her face. Sasuke was about to step in when Sakura lifted her arm and dumped the contents of her cup on top of the guy’s head.

“Asshole,” she snarled angrily and pushed him away.

The guy stumbled back, but managed to grab her wrist in a firm hold. “Don’t be such a bitch.”

In a flash Sasuke shot forward and gripped his arm tightly. He squeezed hard until the guy let go of Sakura with a groan of pain and fell to the ground clutching his arm. Sasuke ushered Sakura out of the kitchen, pushing past a small crowd that had gathered around them, and headed out the back door. Unlike the inside, the backyard was deserted and quiet enough to hear. Sakura stomped down a set of stairs and plopped down on the bottom step, fuming. Sasuke followed after her.

“Why are guys such jerks, Sasuke?” Sakura exploded. “Ugh, I swear, I always attract the worst.”

“That idiot, what did he say to you?” He asked a little curiously. He wanted to know whether he had to commit murder or not.

Sakura’s cheeks turned red, but it looked like more from embarrassment than anything. She huffed, “I’d rather not say.”

He frowned and figured it must have been pretty bad if she didn’t even want to tell him. Since he’s known her, she’s never held anything back. He also didn’t fail to notice the glossy shimmer in her eyes that signaled incoming tears.

“Forget that guy, he’s a loser if he can’t appreciate a girl like you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them.

She turned to him and felt the ghost of a smile on her lips. “Annoying?”

He smirked. “Young and full of life.”

A chorus of giggles fell from her mouth, turning into full blown laughter a second later as she remembered their first encounter and the very same words being spoken between them. A comfortable silence fell over them. Sakura enjoyed the cooling summer air and admired the stars above while Sasuke couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

“Hey, Sasuke?” Sakura broke the silence.

“Hm?”

“Thank you,” she smiled so brilliantly, he thought his heart would stop. She leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Hn.”

Sakura laughed at his one-word syllable, but was overjoyed when she could discern more than that one word. Although Sasuke didn’t talk a lot or express his emotions as easily as she did, she was quick to pick up on just what exactly he was trying to say. Not for the first time, Sakura was glad she met Sasuke and more than happy that they had become friends. Friends…

Before she lost her courage, Sakura raised her head up and pecked his cheek. His warm skin felt like silk under her lips and sent a shock of electricity down her spine. She moved away and stared straight ahead, feeling a sense of shyness creep over her.

“Happy birthday, Sasuke-kun,” she whispered.

Sasuke sat frozen in his spot. The spot where she had kissed him blazed hot like wildfire and slowly spread throughout his body. He slowly registered her words and wondered if this was Obito’s doing. A faint blush reddened his cheeks as he tried to  figure out what to do or say. Frustratingly enough, his tongue twisted itself and left him speechless. Instead, he puckered up the courage and cradled her hand in his tentatively, giving her enough time to pull away if that’s what she wanted. She didn’t. Their fingers interconnected effortlessly, like two complementing jigsaw pieces.

“I’m really glad I met you, even if I never see you again after this summer,” Sakura said, every word ringing with sincerity.

“Don’t be annoying,” he stammered and squeezed her hand firmly. “We’re not going to stop being friends just because summer ends.”

“Oh yeah?” Sakura teased, her shyness melting away. “Can’t live without me, Uchiha?”

“I think you mean, you can’t live without me, Haruno,” Sasuke shot back easily.

Sakura poked him in the rib as payback and both erupted in laughter. The party was completely forgotten as Sakura launched into a story and Sasuke listened like he always did, while neither noticed their fingers were still interlocked.

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[szopenhauer]

Would you consider yourself a good flirt?

What do you like better about yourself: your boobs or butt? neither?

Have you ever been homeless? not yet :x

Have you ever been to a palm reader? If so, what did they say? nah, I can learn myself

What’s your bra size? *shrug*

Is there anybody that you’re glad that they aren’t in your lives anymore? could say so

Has anybody ever fought somebody for you? verbally

What color do you wear most often? not sure

Are you more likely to take the blame, or blame somebody else? I blame myself even when I blame somebody else lol

Do you like your hair? wouldn’t say so

Do you find it irritating when people don’t trust you? why would they trust me or anybody actually?

Would you consider yourself a busy person? as for a person who doesn’t do anything in particular...

Do you hate your phone? sometimes it annoys me but it’s fine

What was the reason for your last hospital visit? I’ve been to ER because of allergy

Have you ever driven while under the influence? I don’t drive nor drink so...

Describe the earrings you’re wearing, if any. my ears aren’t pierced but if they were I would wear tiny hoops or some weird shit like this spider I bought for John and never gave her

Do you know anybody who is studying abroad? used to know some ppl who did

How well can you swim? I can’t

What aren’t you going to miss about summer? mosquitos

Have you ever been kayaking before? no and don’t wanna

Do you ever wish you could go back in time? it’s complicated

Can you reach your back with your arms? not some parts

What is your zodiac sign? Aquarius is my sun sign but Capricorn is my dominant sign

Have you ever played Pac-Man? I don’t recall

What is something that you lack? where should I start...

Have you ever been told that you have a nice boobs? my gf likes them 

When’s the last time you ate a Tic-Tac? ages ago and don’t miss them, completele forgot they exist

Do you own any knick knacks? shitload

Have you ever said that something is “whack”? doubt it

When’s the last time you felt attacked? today

Do you crack your knuckles? Any other parts of your body? omg no, I hate it!

What’s the last thing you had to make a stack of? pile of clothes?

Is it hard for you to keep track of things? hmm...

What’s the last thing you accidentally whacked a body part on? not sure what part of my body I banged last

What does your most recent backpack look like? recently used or bought?

Have you ever crawled through a window? I think so

Is there anything in your past that you’d like to try again? sigh...

Who was the last person to come to your house? Gosia visited me yesterday to pee XD

Do you like winter time? nooooo

Who do you not get along with? majority of society

Have you ever been around someone who was high? yup

Do you like where you live? meh

Are you a jealous person? might be

Do you wish someone would call you? absolutely not, I dread phonecalls, unless hospital then only if they have good news

Wouldn’t it be cool to be able to read minds? not all the time like Buffy had because I would go crazy

Do people ever spell your name wrong? they spell and write my surname wrong and sometimes they use different names than I have like Zosia or Kamila wtf

Is there anyone you want to fix things with? ...

Why do you do these surveys? why not? it’s fun

Where did you last go outside you’re house? second hand and local food store to buy bread

What is the point of violence? depends

Do you like horror movies better or comedy? black comedy :P

You could move somewhere else, would you? yes

Do you like calling or texting better? texting

Night out or night in? in

Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back? definitely not on my back

Whens the next time you will see the person you like? we planned to meet today but we’ll see

How do you look right now? not as bad as I feel

What do you think of when you hear the word “meow”? my gf 

where do you see yourself in 5 years? dead

who is the first guy that pops in your head? my father

have you ever read the book “the perks of being a wallflower”? watched a movie, it was nice

do you get dessert normally while out to eat? nope

have you ever let a door slam on someones face on purpose? whaaaat?!

who was your first kiss? my current partner

is there somewhere you’re meant to be right now? not really, nah

name one childhood memory. personal

where is your childhood best friend now? dunno

have you moved in the past 2 years? I never moved in my entire life

how many rooms are in your house? 3

can you see anything red at this moment? hand mirror

do you look at the keyboard when you type? when I start typing 

have you ever dated someone to get someone else jealous? umm...

have you ever been used; and then tossed to the side? more than once

if you look to your left do you see a window? I do indeed

Where do you want to live when you are older?: my own apartment 

When was the last time you were sick?: I’m chronically ill, does that count?

What is the relationship between you and the last person you kissed?: we’re in a relationship

Name something you disliked about the day you had today?: my body is itchy, I have period, my plans got ruined, I’m anxious, it’s cold and my dad isn’t home so I miss him, I regret spending money etc etc etc

Have you had your birthday this year yet?: yeah

Would you ever tell your mom about the things you’ve done sexually?: not in details :x

Who was the last person you talked to last night in person before bed?: parent

Do you have clothes that belong to other people?: I don’t borrow clothes

If you have siblings, which one of you is going to be married first?: my sister is already married 

What would you name your future daughter?: I’m not having children but I have a whole list of my fav names :D

Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a bed?: I have

Angry at anyone?: just a tiny bit

Is there anyone you would do anything for?: not everything but a lot 

Does the last person you held hands with mean something to you?: yep

Is it hard to make you laugh?: to some, it also depends on the moment

Do you think any of your exes will eventually want to be with you again?: pfft

Is it okay to kiss people when you’re single?: *shrug*

Where is the person you last kissed at this moment?: doing her hair

Would you rather pierce your tongue or lip?: lip

Next time you will kiss someone?: today?

Something’s wrong. First person you go to?: parents?

Do you hate it when people smoke around you?: usually, most often

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?: it seems

Ever gotten yourself into a confusing situation?: that’s life

Do you have an attitude?: I guess

Do you know anybody whose last name is a color?: nope

Would you kiss someone to make your ex bf/gf mad?: I’m not single now but if I wasn’t... How was last night?: not good enough

Have you ever dyed your hair?: blue (grey), green, black, red

When someone says “we need to talk,” what runs through your mind?: oh shit oh damn oh fuck I’m screwed what’s going on - so anxious!

Do you know anyone that smokes weed?: used to know

Are your parents still together?: they are

What are you wearing on your feet?: socks and raccoon slippers

Is it awkward when you run into your ex?: would be not only awkward

Who do you blame for your bad mood today?: myself, God, my mom, my gf, maybe even president

Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person you kissed?: not yet

Do you remember names or faces better?: neither

Does it matter to you if your boyfriend/ girlfriend drinks?: kinda

Waiting for something?: more than one thing

You find out your ex is having a kid with someone you say?: stupid, gross

When’s the last time you were surprised? positively or negatively?

What is the last non-alcoholic beverage you had? water

Your mom finds used condoms in your room, you tell her? -

Do you find smoking unattractive? the smell and taste and the fact it’s unhealthy and expensive habit

If you were granted one wish, what would you wish for? health for all, forever, not saying about injuries but diseases

Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? 100%

Whose bed were you on last? mine duh

When was the last time you changed in front of someone? this day

Last person you kissed, have you cried in front of them? 3 times and counting :x

Do you think the last person you kissed is nice? grrr

Could you go out in public looking like you do now? whatever

Do you believe exes can really ever be “just friends”? there’s a tiny possibility of that

Your ex wants you back? that’s why we’re together

Would you rather love one person or have many short relationships? 1 person

Ever dated someone cute with crappy personality? sadly

Do you want your ex to be happy, even if it means not being with you? I said that

What would happen if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? that would be a miracle as we’re both women

Would you prefer a kiss on the cheek or neck? neck

Would it hurt seeing the person you last kissed kissing someone else? that would be also disgusting

Do you have a member of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? dad

Has the last person you kissed, met your family? she knew my father but yesterday met my mom as well

Do you think anyone has feelings for you? my gf

You’re insanely drunk stumbling through the streets, slurring songs, who are you with? someone who made me drunk and will pay for it 

Do you like to cuddle? when in the mood for that

Do you know anyone who would just drop everything to come see you? not everything unless I was dying or smth

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t do? and I regret that

Is there someone you used to talk to every day that you don’t talk to at all? bunch of ppl

Can you have more than one best friend? yas

Are you starting to realize anything? this question bothers me somehow 

Do you hate it when people mispronounce your name? I’m used to it even tho it doesn’t happen that often

Think back to your most important relationship, was it all your fault it ended? it is still going on 

Do you think blondes are stupid, honestly? that ask, really? 

Can you get over people easily? yes and no

Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? second hand, it was in children’s section, whoops I have no boobs nor weight nor height

So, what do you want for your birthday? Jughead’s hat

If the last person you kissed tried to kiss you again, would you start kissing? obvi

Did you sleep alone last night? I did 

Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is okay? NO

Is there anyone who doesn’t like you because of something you didn’t do? many ppl

Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? I have 

How was your weekend? emotional?

Was your last kiss drunk or sober? sober

Do you think that you’re a good person? am not, I wish I was better

If you could seek revenge on someone would you? I’m not a revengeful person but I laugh when someone I don’t like is punished by life, sorry not sorry?

Do you like your best friend’s boyfriend/​girlfriend?​ my mom or myself? 

Ever been called heartless? smth similar

Can a boy and girl be friends without having feelings for each other? if they’re gay or family members

Are you able to get people to believe you when you are lying? I’m good at lying but I don’t like to lie

How many more minutes until you will next eat? soon Do you have to go to school and/or work today? no job and graduated

Have you read all of the Harry Potter books? not interested

Would you rather no heat in winter or no A/C in the summer? no A/C in the summer is way better

Do you do your own laundry? my mom helps me 

Have you ever read an entire book in one sitting? like twice

Have you ever seen your favorite band live? only Ania Rusowicz 

Do you drink water or soda more often? water, I don’t drink soda at all

Do you like cats?  they’re cool but don’t want to own one

Have you ever kissed someone whose name starts with M? my gf’s name starts with M :)

If forced to be one, would you rather be bulimic or anorexic? excuse me?... anorexic tho as I hate puking

Wasn’t Heath Ledger the best Joker there ever was? Nicholson was and I didn’t watch the last Joker movie yet with Phoenix

If you found out your friend was smoking weed, would you be disappointed? mhm

Do you find that people don’t really understand you? most of them, most of the time

Do you like the ocean? nah

Have you ever done something that you knew was wrong? I’m never sure?

Are you listening to music currently? am not

Do you read and believe your horoscope? for fun ;) but once in a long time

Does the news depress you? that’s why I avoid it

Can you resist temptation? more than most ppl I know

What do/did you normally get detentions for? other’s fault

Does your alarm clock actually awaken you? it didn’t today, my mom’s voice did when she came to inform me my alarm is yapping huehue

Ever think you might have seen a UFO? with my dad

Do you know anyone who DOESN’T have a cell phone? my niece because she’s 2 

Have you bought any CDs recently? too expensive and I have yt and spotify so why would I?

Do you type fast? very, I was best in school :3

How long are you usually in the shower for? half an hour

Do you know anyone who has their eyebrow pierced? I don’t

What was the last movie you watched? again or for the first time?

When is your birthday? 1st Feb

When did you last talk to your brother or sister? day ago

Have you done anything sexual in the past 12 hours? romantic

Did the last person you kiss have a tattoo? she doesn’t have one

Have you ever liked someone older than you? I thought so

What color are your eyes? hazel? Do you enjoy going through a car wash? never been so no idea

Ever called a person useless? I don’t think so Is there someone you wish you were still close with? grandma 

Did the last person you kiss have piercings? ears only

Do you like the snow? hate, only snowmen are nice but not Olaf from Frozen

Does it bother you when someone lies to you? usually, obviously

Was the last person you kissed cute? was

Have you ever been in trouble for something you honestly didn’t do? so many times When you trip, do you get embarrassed or just play it off? embarassed af

Would you consider yourself spoiled? in a way? Let’s test your memory, what color shirt were you wearing during your last kiss? white 

Have you ever kissed two people in one night? noooo

Do you still talk to the person you last kissed? not currently but in general we talk

How long does it take you to fall asleep at night? too long, like 2 hours 

What would your name be with just the first three letters? Zuz - cute

Where did you sleep last night? my own bed 

Who was the last person to be in your bedroom besides you? family member

Does anyone disgust you? some at all times, some during certain situations

What do you tend to drink a lot of? water

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Halsey's Short Hairstyles and Haircuts - 20+

Halsey's Short Hairstyles and Haircuts, It later debuted at the MTV EMAs. It was definitely worth the wait. Hairstylist Martin Christopher Harper took the singer to a fiery but supernatural-looking copper hue at the end of October. Taking this approach enabled him to perfectly match both his skin tone and. Eye colour rather than try a striking red colour which suited halsey in the meantime. Now she has dyed her real hair or tried to style. It with just a wig but judging by her tweet explaining the.

Halsey's Short Hairstyles and Haircuts

Halsey's Short Hairstyles and Haircuts, new shade she may have taken the real plunge by later adding some extensions for extra length it's not exactly clear. Take a closer look at Halsey's ginger beer hair in the future, then consider making an appointment with your colorant to try the hue yourself. The back and sides of this hairstyle are tapered into the head, while layers of jagged cuts are added from the top and shaped to the side.

Halsey's Short Hairstyles

Halsey's Short Hairstyles and Haircuts, Layered bangs are also styled on the side to soften the face and made complements 'do brilliantly. I'm looking for Halsey hairstyles. Check here first. Find Halsey's latest hairstyle photos as well as red carpet fashion moments. The photos are arranged in chronological descending order beginning with the last in the file. From her teal long locks to halsey's hair in a few short but brightly coloured cuts, she has seen several different evolutions over the past few years.

Halsey's Short Haircuts

Halsey's Short Hairstyles and Haircuts, After a stunning debut with a Billboard cover in 2020 - 2021 and a Billboard Hot 100 hit Closer with The Chainsmokers in 2020 - 2021, Halsey made his debut on the Billboard 2020 - 2021 most recently at no. 1 solo hit without you with his second album making the Billboard Hot 100 at no. With 1, the momentum continued. Halsey hasn't stopped trying her hairstyles as her success continues to grow either check out how the Pop star's hair has changed from the early days of her career.

Halsey's Hairstyles and Haircuts

Halsey's Short Hairstyles and Haircuts, last year to newer styles. While the back and sides of this hairstyle are tapered into the head, layers are added at the top and shaped to add volume. The short burst is styled up and complements back to show your face 'do brilliantly. The product is needed to keep this hairstyle in place.

Halsey's Haircuts

Halsey looks chic and stylish in a short hairstyle layered here. It is suitable for short hair due to its Oval face shape and high cheekbones. The tapered edges and ridges in this cut show her face beautifully, while the long layers at the top give her a little more texture and bring the focus to her eyes. Her bangs have been styled to add a twist to a fairy cut and are a great way to create an edgy look. This works well with the type of hair that.

Halsey's Short Hair

Has a lot of wave and texture. This cut is a good choice for women with thick locks, such as Halsey, who prefer stylish wash-and-go styles that require minimal styling time. As for her colour, Halsey has a warm complexion and hazel eyes. She brightens her natural color here with this platinum blonde shade which has natural cornsilk blonde highlights throughout.

Halsey's Hair

October October Thursday morning October 31 the cemetery singer, who is known for frequently experimenting with different looks and her ever-changing hair, said she first dyed her hair on Twitter and mentioned it. I lost my hair. Note. the typo even addressed the post this was knowing Halloween. he often tricks us all into adding extensions or wigs to create his look. Next time you think about changing, take a page from the Halsey book and try on a wig or some extensions before taking the big plunge. What is Halsey's real hair? Here are some of her most stylish ‘dos to help you get inspired. Halsey just showed her fans how much her natural hair has grown on Instagram and we can't get over how beautiful she looks. Halsey's third album Manic is finally upon us. January January September 2020 - 2021 after leaving without me, the 25-year-old has now put the finishing touches on his next record, which will end in January. Halsey Hairstyles, Haircuts and Colors Not only does the project feature halsey's latest hit single 'graveyard' but it also includes brand new collaborations with BTS Dominic Fike and Alanis Morisette SUGA. You can achieve a similar look by using a hair wax that keeps your hair light after gently stirring. You're looking great. Here's halsey rocking her natural loose curls. What hair dye does Halsey use? Giving her all the volume she needs. We're talking about Rainbow bursts, a hair trend that's certainly not light-hearted. Still, it looks absolutely incredible. he wrote. I can't use this perfumed diluted White human shampoo. Neither can 50% of your customers. Annoying. The fact that only one type of shampoo is available in hotels, suitable for. Halsey hairstyles All in one size for guests, is outwardly reserved, and we applaud the singer for drawing attention to the issue. But because the internet is a place where even the most unchallenged issues are discussed, he responded to Halsey's tweet questioning his ethnicity despite actually being half black. Halsey haircut victoria secret But soon after the stunning photo of halsey took to social media once again to talk about her natural hair this time with a chin dropping all that fades outgrew. She is currently on a World Tour and achieved a good look with her curly dark hair. It looks incredible, so it's no surprise that the photo has received more than 800 000 likes and hundreds of tributes on Instagram. Unfortunately a number of people reacted suspiciously or. Halsey short hair, Short hair styles, Hair styles Downright negatively to the photo because of how they perceived Halsey's hair. A few people thought she couldn't have real curls. Stop a wig lol reads a comment. The other says perm wig. Here is an example of that. just last week the singer revealed her penchant for wigs in the middle of a growth phase. And now she seems to have turned her natural strands into a fairy cut that we can't stop looking at. What does Halsey look like in 2020 - 2021? We couldn't agree more. Halsey is certainly no stranger to trying out the latest hair trends. Rose gold looked incredible to her this summer as she enjoyed her sharpest haircut and even pulled off her cherry bomb tone. See every angle of the new rainbow tone in. Halsey's Hairstyles & Hair Colors The future. Sorry in advance, you'll probably want both Bang and rainbow hair. After his music, Halsey is probably known for his ever-changing hairstyles. A big fan of wigs she was seen wearing everything from a Yesil bob to a blonde ponytail and she also has a penchant for shaving her head sometimes. It seems the final buzz is magnifying its cut. What does Halsey mean? On Friday night, she was ready to show off her progress by posting a mirror selfie that revealed her voluminous natural curls. The photo caption posted on Instagram and Twitter was accompanied by halsey who sometimes looks almost unrecognisable with so many hair changes that some might call her so much hair chameleon. What color are Halsey's eyes? Whatever she does she always effortlessly rocks whatever colour on her head and fiercely beyond. Halsey's 2020 - 2021 Billboard Music Awards appearance is no exception. The singer graced the red carpet of this year's BBMAs in a bold blue and black dress and cut a new Black Fairy to match. new growth new growth. all that fading I outgrew. Halsey haircut We see Halsey wearing a white dress in the hotel bathroom. the singer shocked fans when she opened up her naturally curly hair, giving her a strikingly different look as we're used to seeing her with straight hair. Halsey, real name Ashley Frangipane, posted a selfie to Instagram of her au natural look while wearing a Beatles T-shirt. What nationality is Halsey? The phone case was also covered with pictures of strawberries. Of course her short hair doesn't come without unnecessary critique yawning, and Halsey has no problem speaking out. People talk to me wildesssst posts when I mention miss my Pixie cut took to Instagram on Wednesday to share a picture of what her real hair looks like after the now or Never singer has been sporting a variety of styles over the past few years. Who is Halsey dating? Halsey who recently sported voluminous red locks strands a sleek black bob one day long wavy the next and recently posed with her short curly black hair in full view. Strawberry Fields. she captioned the pic on Wednesday. Natural beauty Julia Kelly wrote, while fans complimented Halsey's hair in the comments. Pls keep a follower who wrote this hair Hals. 'the public loves short hair,' she wrote. She said that. Halsey natural hair Like I ever gave you a little. f.ın the song Nightmare best sang itself doesn't owe you a g damn thing. The message ended with the 25 year old stating that she could cut her hair shorter. Just a bald shave for this Imma he wrote. I'm kidding, but hey, maybe. A few months ago, hotel chains became so frustrating that not only the talented, famous and stunning in the toilet completely, especially with the lack of involvement in. Halsey long hair The colourful travel and hospitality industry people who have gone to Twitter to call do not want to Halsey personal care products for years. rainbow blast. Halsey introduced her rainbow ombré fringes in an Instagram post that gave her followers two different angles of her new hair. Halsey curly hair Retaining the theme was a series of emojis associated with the title color pattern. It's always a collaborative thing when it comes to it. Halsey has been changing her hair non-stop lately, and somehow the star looks good in every tone. The singer recently revealed another new colour while wearing a red and pink wig in Tokyo. jet. Halsey black hair I'm a great guy. Then there are some things that have the power to make a difference but people who are average on the internet aren't one of them. Halsey does better than engage her trolls, such as singing her heart out to a sold-out Madison Square Garden to close out her Badlands tour this summer. Comfortable. Halsey with hair Taking December Instagram yesterday 12 Halsey wrote Strawberry Fields next to a photo of herself sporting her natural locks. Not long after fans started praising Halsey for how stunning her real hair was. Halsey recently told Elle Australia that she feels comfortable with her natural hair. Halsey hair extensions I've waited for that moment my whole life and it's there with the hair my mum and dad gave me and I'm making up in a way that I'm proud of. Being cool about how the world sees me. it tells me a lot about how I grew up as a person. I feel really happy. If 2020 - 2021 was anything to go by this year, it's all about pop singer Halsey. Halsey hair color Badlands world tour as he kicks off on YouTube. But even before we sing along to her hit New Americana halsey now serves up the beauty inspo for a while. Endless rainbow hair wrench Halsey certainly leads the way with Mac's new #MACFutureFoward line and her choice of lipstick that helped land her at one point as one of her own blue lipstick faces or get an unexpectedly great look. I need more proof. How to get Halsey hair Ashley Nicolette Frangipane, professionally known as Halsey, is an American singer songwriter. He began writing songs at the age of 17. In 2020, he signed his first recording contract with Astralwerks and released his first EP titled Room 93. Sunday May 20 2020 - 2021 Halsey at the 2020 Billboard Music Awards held at the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas Nevada. She may be bad at love, but halsey excels in the beauty department. Halsey hair short From a thin face tattoo in every colour of the rainbow to hair, the girl knows how to keep us on our toes. And in 2020, very few are changing styles as quickly and successfully as they are. More. Halsey keeps hair growth under a wig for another Halsey hair change for another year. Thursday's Instagram selfie showing off her naturally curly hair in a short Black Mirror day, but this time the 25-year-old singer rocked only Rainbow bursts of dramatic extensions and brown locks in a red fairy trimmed by 2023. Halsey hair 2020 - 2021 Strawberry Fields. s Halsey wrote alongside the snap wearing a faded band tee and printed jacket in high-waisted jeans styled haphazardly off the shoulder. The product is necessary to keep this hair in place. Halsey looks chic and stylish in a short hairstyle layered here. It is suitable for short hair due to its Oval face shape and high cheekbones. She also looks best in styles with bangs thanks to her low straight hairline. Halsey hair the voice Give some coverage of the long layers in front of your forehead and close your. Face while the tapered edges bring focus up to your eyes and cut back to show nicely. This â € do works well with the type of hair that has a lot of wave and texture. This cut is a good choice for women with thick locks like Halsey. As for her colour, Halsey has a warm complexion and hazel eyes. She adheres close to her natural colour here with this deep golden brown shade, which has finely kissed highlights throughout the sun. hesley hair dryer This is the best way to get rid of the sun-kissed skin while the sun-kissed hair color heats up the highlights and intensifies the green green eye color. Ashley Nicolette Frangipane, professionally known as Halsey, is an American singer songwriter. He began writing songs at the age of 17. In 2022, he signed his first recording contract with Astralwerks and released his first EP titled Room 93. while another gushed. Halsey bob haircut In a series of tweets she explained she wore a wig so her natural hair. Could grow underneath after a particularly inexperienced. Colourist damaged her hair when she went blonde a few months ago. But still because the internet can be a cold dark place, commentators. Have even accused halsey of wearing a wig in the photo above. I can't believe. I'm growing my curls under these wigs to tell you that my natural. Hair looks like a wig. Some shit sucks lmao he rightly tweeted. Halsey hair colors It was understandably sad by halsey who posted further evidence of her natural roots with an adorable photo of herself as a baby with a similarly wrapped ' do. Omg love hair. Last year Halsey hit back at fans who suggested her natural curly hair was a wig she wrote I can't believe I grew my curls under this wig to say my natural hair looked like a wig. We're not the only ones who like the new look. Her comments burst with love for her new rainbow hair. Rainbows and freckles. Halsey hair closer Halsey can also seemingly do anything with her hair and it comes out absolutely gorgeous. Hmmm I wonder how that feels. Quite stunning I saw her cut out some bangs and paint them various colours so. I could tell her recent hair make-up is going on. Take a look for yourself below. The singer and songwriter who hails Halsey's musically talented New Jersey would also inspire many hairstyles. Read the full article

[elysianjeonghan]

Summer Jobs Series (svt) - retailworker!jeonghan

ok imma write about my favorite person in the entire world rn so I don’t even know if I can finish this without exploding with feels !!! i probably won’t check this after writing it so sorry for grammar and whatnot /// anyways, enjoy~

being a broke college student had its ups and downs

you’ve been to more job interviews than there are stars in the sky

and the jobs you’ve done have been absolute hell

serving rude families with crying babies at diners, being creepily hit on when you were a barista, being asked the most simple and obvious questions and having to answer them when you worked at a call center  

you’ve never had a job you truly liked ,,, you kinda just had to do them or else you would be worse off than you already were

until one day you noticed that a clothing store you pass by often had a help wanted sign

you couldn’t believe your luck

you were a fashion design major and have always dreamed about working in something even slightly related to your passion

you applied and were ecstatic when you got the job

like jumping around on the street happy after being told you got the job because !!! you don’t have to serve screaming children and low tippers anymore !!!

you came in the next day, literally skipping on your way there

you get to the clothing store, which is actually quite big for how it isn’t one of those corporate company owned stores

in fact it felt very cosy ,,, it felt like being in a really aesthetically pleasing thrift store

it offered a lot different styles of clothing, appealing to a lot of different customers /// the neutral color palette of the whole store also helped the whole feel ///

when you met the manager, she kindly welcomed you and helped you get acquainted with the store 

she then was like !!!! i forgot !!! i need to go check on the clothes being shipped in !!!! then she tells you to stay put while she finds another employee that can help train you

when she comes back she comes back with ,,, the most beautiful ,,, perfect looking guy you have ever seen ,,, he had the fluffiest and softest looking blonde hair you have ever seen, the prettiest facial structure that was enhanced by his thin rimmed glasses

he wore a simple white tee with black ripped jeans ,,,, and even if the look was incredibly normal ,,, you were just starstruck by his beauty

you had to internally scream at yourself to shut your gaping mouth and stop drooling over him 

he was smiling like crazy and was like !!!! hi!!! im jeonghan!!! you’re new yeah??!! 

you’re still in disbelief at your incredible luck as you stupidly just nod and introduce yourself ,, still in a daze he just laughs, keeping the situation light 

you both said goodbye to your manager as she runs around frantically  cause wHerE ArE mY KeYs???? 

jeonghan’s then like shall we start??? then he GRABS YOUR WRIST AND BRINGS YOU AROUND

and your hearts like !!!! while your brains like ???? why are you overreacting ??? right it’s because he’s someone you haven’t met before!!! yeah absolutely that’s exactly why your heart is pounding so loud people across the street would think a marching band is coming through the city

 and he’s just too nice ,,, he happily shows you where the inventory is and how they organize, how the cash register operates, what to do in some situations 

and you just kinda start to relax ,,, and actually start being like yourself cause you realize ,,, for someone as pretty as him he’s just like any other person

and then you start joking around with him

and that’s kinda how you guys became friends

your manager was swamped with work the rest of the week so jeonghan basically trained you

and since you pretty much got the gist of it from the first day its been pretty smooth sailing

you guys weren’t the only ones working at the store but you just always kinda ,,, gravitated towards each other and just always helped each other

it wasn’t like you guys weren’t friends with the other employees it just that it just felt really comfortable when you guys were working together

jeonghan will never admit it but having you around was like a blessing cause you never realized that you basically did like all the work while he did one thing in the past hour evil,evil angel

and even when things were hectic and all in the store you guys just always had each other’s backs

there was this one time where jeonghan was dealing with this guy who kept yelling about something no one understood and he just looked at you and mouthed help

you smirked at him and pretended you couldn’t understand what he was trying to tell you even though he knew you could

jeonghan’s pleading look got to you so you just sighed and decided to help as if you weren’t gonna sooner or later

you came over and sweetly asked what the problem was

and you just smoothed over the problem like it was no biggie and  jeonghan’s like you, you are my god

on days that were pretty slow cause the lack of customers, you guys would sneak some snacks in and eat them in the back room

you guys would play games and you were dying cause ??? he always won ?? how ?? he would just smile as sickly sweet as he could while saying that no one could beat the angel before laughing

he told you mindlessly before that he kinda nicknamed himself angel and you gave out the biggest laugh since he was far away from being angelic except from his looks wait i didn’t say that what

you guys would just play games when you were bored in the store ,,, like who could come up with the ugliest outfits and stuff

you always had a good time with each other whether there was nothing to do or when you both are literally dying because of all the work to be done 

you had just become so comfortable with each other ,,, talking about anything and everything and always enjoying each other’s company

one day on a particularly boring shift jeonghan was like y/n~ i’m so bored~~~

you laugh while you fold clothes and ask what he had in mind 

he then was like !!! we should try to make an outfit for each other !!! and whoever has the better one wins !!!

you’re like alright game on, but the loser has buy the winner ice cream after this shift

and he smirks and hes like you got yourself a deal

so you guys have 20 minutes to make an outfit for each other

you casually walk around the store ,,, pretending to be fixing stuff up at the mens area and secretly take the clothes you wanted

you took this white plain tee and paired it with a denim jacket that had a fur lined collar, then took some black ripped skinny jeans 

it was yet again another simple look but jeonghan didn’t usually wear something flashy

you thought it would suit him ,,, it was chic yet simple and very boyfriend

you met up with him at the third floor ,,, somewhere where your boss or coworkers wouldn’t find you guys goofing off even though they knew you guys would 

you both put the clothes in bags so the other wouldn’t see until you got into the dressing room 

once you both got in your separate stalls you both gasped softly

you opened the bag and saw this ///outfit///

it was a white shirt dress paired with a denim flannel 

he even got you accessories ,,,  a simple gold chained necklace with your name’s initial ,,, as well as a gorgeous charm bracelet with a charm of your favorite animal

and that really touched your heart ,, like he remembered you saying you loved that animal from a while ago

after you guys changed you came out of the stalls and looked at each other ,,, then looked at both of you in a mirror

“wow we are totally matching” jeonghan says, still gazing at the mirror

you guys started laughing as your outfits are eerily similar 

you kinda ,,, liked it ,,, liked that you were matching

“I gotta say that I won on this one though” he mentions with a confident smile 

“what! the outfit fits you wayyy more are you kidding me?”

“what?? the outfit fits you beautifully ,,, and i even got you accessories!!!!”

you had to cave in and were like ugh fine you win i’ll get you some ice cream

you guys were about to change when jeonghan grabbed your wrist to stop you from changing back

“umm ,,, you don’t have to change,,”

and you’re like ??? jeonghan that’s stealing??? i need to change back lol

and jeonghan’s suddenly shy, which is rare, and starts looking down at the floor

“i kinda bought the outfit for you already ,,,, cause i knew you would look amazing in it ,,,”

and you are ///FLUSTERED/// and you’re intensly blushing as you’re like what??? no no no you didn’t need to ??? i can’t take this

and he holds onto your wrist a bit more firmly and looks into you eyes as he’s like please just take it ,,, you look beautiful in it ,,, if you really wanna pay me back for it ,,, you could go on a date wih ,e?

and here comes the butterflies in your stomach is it bad that my hearts beating hard for this??

and you’re like you wanna go on a date with me?

and hes like yeah,,, ever since you’re and i saw you checking me out LOL

at this point you’re a blushing mess but he makes you look at him and takes both of your hands

and he’s like i seriously like you and asked if that’s a yes and you’re like !!! yes, of course !!!

his smile looked so heavenly you thought you saw a halo above your head as he was like imma go change now, don’t you dare change out of that amazing outfit brought to you by yours truly

you laugh as you think that’s probably one of the last things you would think of doing right now

after he’s done you both giddly try to get out of work early by telling your manager you both have the flu and you both try to act sick 

but your manager just becomes giddy and is like YOU GUYS ARE GOING ON A DATE AREN’T YA

and you’re like what?!?! no!!! we’re both dying from sickness that’s all!!!

your manager wasn’t even listening to you as she was running around telling the other employees that the ship has sailed !!!! jeonghan finally did it !!!

you and jeonghan are like ,,, what have we done to her ,,,

your manager then pushes you both out of the store and tell you to take the whole damn weekend off 

while you guys are walking off you can hear the whistles and cheers of your co-workers and the occasional ‘don’t forget to invite me to your wedding’

and the date was perfect 

you guys just walked around the city, taking pictures of each other, buying all the street food you could then sitting at a nearby park

and the date felt so natural ,,, just like you were hanging out

except ,,, the hand holding, hugging and ,,, kissing hdkssk

you guys wouldn’t usually show pda but you both were just so happy and giddy you couldn’t get enough of each other

and before you said good bye you bought jeonghan his ice cream ,,, and maybe had the best goodbye kiss you’ve ever had sjdkdj

all you could think about that night was even if you lost the game that day ,,, getting your job, meeting jeonghan and falling for him made you the true winner 

#can you hear my screams as i write this #i had to stop cause i kept fangirling whoops #but yeah kinda lateish post !!! #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen au #seuncheol #scoups #jeonghhan #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan au #jisoo #joshua #junhui #jun #soonyoung #hoshi #wonwoo #jihoon #woozi #minghao #the8 #mingyu #seokmin #dk #dokyeom #seungkwan #hansol #vernon #chan

[eyesfilledwith-stars]

i woke up to a tag from @shipaddictsendhelp thank you for tagging me… i love doing these, and it was a lovely notification to wake up to. ☺️ 


Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 people. (If you want.)


LAST: 
 1. Drink: tea 
 2. Phone call: my mom 
 3. Text message: my girlfriend 
 4. Song you listened to: UGH! by the 1975 
 5. Time you cried: idk… a couple days ago??

HAVE YOU: 
 6. Dated someone twice: no 
 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no 
 8. Been cheated on: no 
 9. Lost someone special: kinda 
 10. Been depressed: yup 
 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: no

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 
 12. light blue 
 13. black 
 14. mint green

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 
 15. Made new friends: kinda, not really. 16. Fallen out of love: no! 
 17. Laughed until you cried: i’m sure i have at some point. 
 18. Found out someone was talking about you: i don’t think so??? 
 20. Found out who your friends are: what does this even mean i only have 1 friend 
21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope

IN GENERAL: 
 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: idk, i don’t use FB anymore. 
 23. Do you have any pets: that’s an understatement 
 24. Do you want to change your name: i want a different name in the sense that i wish i had been given a different name at birth. would i change it now? no. 
 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: camping, maybe? idk. we always go camping in the summer, so i sort of just block everything out.
 26. What time do you wake up: if left to my own schedule, around 8 or 9
 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: asleep, for once. usually, i’m on this hellsite. 
 28. Name something you can’t wait for: the future 29. When was the last time you saw your mom?: this morning 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: id live to move out of my parents’ house 
 31. What are you listening to right now: a staticky radio
 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: i’m sure i have at some point.
 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: close-mindedness, i guess.
 34. Most visited website: tumblr and google 35. Mole/s: several all over the place
 36. Mark/s: i have an assortment of freckles and scars. (also, do tattoos count as marks?)
 37. Childhood dream: i had lots. i was a very dream-big, aim for fantasy rather than realistic achievements type of kid. (honestly, i still am.)
 38. Hair color: blonde/brown
 39. Long or short hair: long for a really long time, short for now. 
 40. Do you have a crush on someone: i’ve been recently informed that “it doesn’t count as a crush if we are already dating.”
 41. What do you like about yourself: ask me another time. 
 42. Piercings: ears (1st and 2nd), nose 43. Blood type: A-
 44. Nicknames?: hann, nan, ninny
 45. Relationship status: dating my best friend 💓
 46. Zodiac: cancer 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: Sherlock 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: nope 52. Hair dyed in different color: i’ve had my hair colored aver color of the rainbow at one point or another. 53. Sport: i used to play softball, then soccer, and archery if that counts as a sport, and volleyball, but i actually hate exercise so none of those lasted long. 55. Vacation: i would love to vision Paris and London and Rome and Athens 56. Pair of trainers: some old scuffed-up converse that i wear all the time

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: had lucky charms for breakfast 58. Drinking: tea 59. I’m about to: hang up some clothes 62. Want: to leave this damn town 63. Get married: i hope one day 64. Career: lol what’s that 65. Hugs or kisses: hugs, generally 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller: shorter 68. Older or younger: working about age is just a social construct forced upon us by a society who likes to categorize people into boxes for the simple act of stereotyping a large section of people at once 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: wtf 71. Sensitive or loud: not loud 72. Hook up or relationship: lol, relationship all the way 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant, i guess.

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: no 75. Drank hard liquor: yes 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: absolutely 77. Turned someone down: yes 78. Sex on the first date: no 79. Broken someone’s heart: i hope not 80. Had your heart broken: no 81. Been arrested: nope 82. Cried when someone died: yes 83. Fallen for a friend: so, so hard. you have no idea. DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84: Yourself: not very much 85. Miracles: not in a religious way, but in the sense that the universe is infinite, and miracles happen due to the infinite possibility that good things can happen. i think good things happen by mostly chance and working hard, and we call them miracles. 86. Love at first sight: i’d like to think so. 87. Santa Claus: what about him? 88. Kiss on the first date: eh

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: Jacklyn 91. Eye color: muddy brown 92. Favorite movies: Moana, A Knight’s Tale, The Wedding Date, The Hobbit… idk. i know there’s more, i just can’t think right now.

i’m not tagging 20. i’m tagging 6. @typewrittenthoughts (as always @precioustoasterwaffle @blogging-for-hours @estrellamariposa2022 @aheartshapedrock

[belleroo]

A long ask about me!

I got tagged by @deichqueen​!

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Coffee 2. Phone call: My parents, but they didn’t answer :( 3. Text message: It’s just a Charizard, no worries, Nub. 4. Song you listened to: Allan Rayman - 13 5. Time you cried: Tearing up at Guardians of the Galaxy 2. I cry so much at movies, lmao. 

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: Yes, if you count high-school dating as “dating”. And currently still with him :) 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yup. 8. Been cheated on: Yup. 9. Lost someone special: Yes :( 10. Been depressed: I live with depression, so yes. Everyday.  11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Yes... sigh. Many times XD

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: Baby-pink, royal purple, and grey

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yes :) While visiting my best friend in the USA for her wedding! 16. Fallen out of love: Out of necessity, yes.  17. Laughed until you cried: Yes, a lot. 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes? 19. Met someone who changed you: Yes, for both the good and maybe the bad.  20. Found out who your friends are: Yes. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Yes :D

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them but maybe one? I don’t add people unless I know them in real life. I also don’t use it very much. 23. Do you have any pets: A boston/pug named Beefy, and a black and white kitty named Espurr. 24. Do you want to change your name: No..? 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I can’t remember that far back, sorry! 26. What time did you wake up: Noon :’D I’m awful and have no schedule right now.  27. What were you doing at midnight last night: I was watching Food Network Superstar last night. I love the Food Network :) 28. Name something you can’t wait for: Hearing back from a job I was interviewed for, and also to see if I can get back into teaching at the College I was previously at. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Two weeks ago, but I’ll be seeing her this weekend for Canada Day festivities :) 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: That my sister was happier, and we didn’t fight as much. 31. What are you listening right now: Nothing, just Espurr making brrrrrt sounds at my fish. Oh! I also own fish! XD 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Nope. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Waiting on hearing back from jobs. 34. Most visited Website: Neopets XD 35. Mole/s: Some. 36. Mark/s: Cooking scars and jumping on nails wounds XD I did that a lot as a kid, apparently. It wasn’t summer unless I jumped on a nail. 37. Childhood dream: I wanted to become a paleontologist  38. Haircolor: Dark brown. 39. Long or short hair: Long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: My boyfriend of 8 years, and of course Paladin Danse and my many fictional men *___* And celebrities like Michael Rooker, Michael Rosenbaum,Chris Evans ... damn, I have a problem XD 41. What do you like about yourself: My ability to push forward academically and professionally despite my mental health issues (anxiety & depression) and having a learning disability.   42. Piercings: Just my ears. 43. Bloodtype: No idea! 44. Nickname: Melly 45. Relationship status: Taken. 46. Zodiac: Leo 47. Pronouns: She/her 48. Favorite TV Show: Anything on the Food Network and The Walking Dead.  49. Tattoos: None.  50. Right or left hand: Right. 51. Surgery: Nope. 52. Hair dyed in different color: Sometimes, but if so it is usually blonde.  53. Sport: I don’t sport XD But I DO play softball in the summer with some friends :) We are called the Isotopes!  55. Vacation: Exploring my country (Canada): PEI, Newfoundland & Labrador, Yukon, NWT. Or, go experience history and see Rome and historic England :) 56. Pair of trainers: ???

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: A chicken hamburger and salad I made for lunch :) 58. Drinking: Water 59. I’m about to: Clean up my apartment for my sister to visit... 61. Waiting for: My partner to come home.  62. Want: My family to be well and healthy 63. Get married: Of course :) 64. Career: Accessibility Counsellor :) 

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: Both. 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes :) 67. Shorter or taller: Taller, but given that I’m so short, this is easy to accomplish XD 68. Older or younger: Older ;) 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Nice arms, but really.. just a nice person? I’m with you on this answer, DQ! 71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive. 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship ♥ 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant. 

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: Yes. 75. Drank hard liquor: Hell yeah! xD 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Yes :(  77. Turned someone down: Yes. 78. Sex in on the first date: Maybe... O:) 79. Broken someone’s heart: Yes... I’m sorry.  80. Had your heart broken: Yes. 81. Been arrested: Nope! 82. Cried when someone died: Yes. 83. Fallen for a friend: Of course.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: Ehhh... a bit. I need to, don’t I? If I don’t, I’ll spiral into a depression.  85. Miracles: Absolutely, 100%. 86. Love at first sight: No. 87. Santa Claus: Yes :DDD 88. Kiss in the first date: Yes? 89. Angels: Yes!

OTHER: 90. Best friend’s name: Mickey 8DDDDD 91. Eye color: Blue 92. Favorite movie: Oh man, really? I don’t have a favourite. However, I legit could watch The Mummy and The Mummy 2 over and over again...

Tagging: @dualwieldingtymber @marvilus73 @kickerwrites @failout4

BUT PLEASE DON’T FEEL REQUIRED TO READ ANY OF THIS OR POST YOUR OWN. I GET SO MUCH ANXIETY TAGGING PEOPLE, AAAHHHHHH. YOU DO YOU :’3

#post type: about me

[lady-on-the-grey]

So I was tagged in a thing by @lesblion for this thing

the last 1. drink: coffee or water 2. phone call: my bubbie 3. text message: marty! (@teabank if you want their blog) 4. song you listened to: well right now I’m listening to a shit ton of Miyazaki movie music, all by Joe Hisaishi of course. But that’s not really songs, so I guess the last song I listened to was Rouge No Dengon from Kiki’s Delivery Service, which does have lyrics and is all fun. I’m kind of on a Ghibli kick rn, any other day this answer wouldv’ve probably been some Mitski or LAKE song. 5. time you cried: recently I think, but I can’t remember specifics. time isn’t real

6. dated someone twice: not applicable, I don’t date at all screw that shit 7. kissed someone and regretted it: once more, not applicable 8. been cheated on: n/a 9. lost someone special: that’s kind of vague. does this mean death? or just them being gone? Because I kind of have both 10. been depressed: that’s a loaded question 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: never been drunk.

3 favorite colors 12. black 13. grey (you may have noticed a theme) 14. olive green? maybe? I love colors, but I don’t wear them much lol, so I dunno, I don’t really have favorite colors. There’s different very lovely colors for every occasion. I like red. Anything is cool, depends on my mood

in the last year have you 15. made new friends: yes! I plan to keep my friend group small still, I like having a small amount of people to keep in contact with and all, but yes, I’ve made several very good friends! 16. fallen out of love: love is fake lol 17. laughed until you cried: I think? Yeah I have 18. found out someone was talking about you: yeah, I don’t really have to find that out, people do it all the time and I hate it, but it’s a very common aspect of my life. I’m used to it 19. met someone who changed you: I dunno, I feel like it would take a lot to change me in a big way, but everyone changed you a little at least. I probably have. If I have I probably haven’t noticed it, that’s difficult to track though. (I would like to point out the very nice and good response Ariel had for this one, ilu buddy! You’re the greatest!) 20. found out who your friends are: I guess so. What does this mean exactly? 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: what’s a facebook

general 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: see number 21 23. do you have any pets: YESSS I have five cats! Three adults and two kittens. (Warning, sadness ahead) We used to have another cat but he recently passed, and we all miss him very much. I know it’s weird to mention that in this question, but it feels weird and wrong not to mention for me. We had him for like my whole life. 24. do you want to change your name: I used to really want to go by my middle name, Grey. I feel ambivalent now. I’m okay with my name, it’s a bit boring, but I don’t mind it. It’s a nice name, I don’t think it suits me. Plus I don’t like that my first name is the last name of a neo nazi lol, but that’s not that big a deal. It just puts a sour taste in my mouth. 25. what did you do for your last birthday: I went out to get Polynesian food and hibachi and stuff. I was very stressed and anxious the whole night. I think a few days later or before @gummybird took me to see a cure for wellness, which was one of THE worst films we’ve ever seen in theaters. And we go to the movie theater to specifically watch bad movies together. He also gave me a DS and a bunch of mini kit kats. Thank you Jay (I know it’s been like like more than four months, shush, thank you anyway) 26. what time did you wake up: which time? I wake up like five separate times every damn morning. I’ve set three different alarms with different tones at completely different times to ensure I’ll get up at a reasonable hour, and I still fall asleep immediately after turning them off. 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: showering 28. name something you can’t wait for: @nicehairprincess AND @listeningforpudding COMING BACK TO AMERICA THIS MONTH!!! They’re gonna be here tomorrow for the party my mom is throwing at our house that I don’t want to be at lol (parties make me anxious as all hell) 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: maybe 40 mins ago 31. what are you listening to right now: a fan in my room 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: probably 33. something that is getting on your nerves: my brother is a little pissbaby who gets defensive at everything and can’t ever admit he was wrong. My mom does the same thing. It get’s on my nerves every day 34. most visited website: tumbo dot com

35. hair colour: dirty blond 36. long or short hair: on the long end of short. I’m thinkong of either growing it out of getting one of those cute little fluffy furly mohawk lookin’ things. I wanna do something new with it 37. do you have a crush on someone: see numbers 6, 7, or 16. You’ll notice a theme happening here. 38. what do you like about yourself: next question (I legitimately hate everything about myself, not an over exaggeration. I don’t view it as some tragedy though, I just don’t like myself)

39. piercings: none 40. blood type: blood 41. nickname: god there’s too many. My dad calls me senor speedskate. Everyone else just calls me “that little bitch” 42. relationship status: alone and wouldn’t have it any other way, see number 37 43. zodiac: pisces 44. pronouns: he/him or they/them. tbh I don’t give a shit about pronouns, I probably wouldn’t use any if that wasn’t the most inconvenient thing. The only reason I primarily use he/him is because I’m used to it 45. favourite tv show: gravity falls yo! but it’s over and I’m still crying. my favorite show that’s currently still running is star vs,I can’t wait for the update!! 46. tattoos: none. I may or may not ever get one, I don’t really care 47. right or left handed: right

48. surgery: none? Once I had to get stitches on my head after i cracked it open on a radiator 49. sport: ew, that’s a slur 50. vacation: when I was like 4 my family went to disney? then every summer up until I was in like fifth grade I think we rented a beach house for the last week of summer 51. pair of trainers: ???? is this code or something? Do I need to break out a cryptogram book?

MORE GENERAL 52. eating: right now? nothing 53. drinking: nothing 54. i’m about to: stare blankly into space for four hours then probably shower at way too early in the morning like I usually do 55. waiting for: goddamn anything to happen 56. want: to be less of a sadsack boring peice of nothing lol 57. get married: how dare you say the m word to me 58. career: animator and a lot of other things probably, but the man=in thing is animation and writing

WHICH IS BETTER 59. hugs or kisses: hugs, but please don’t make me do too many. If I hug you it’s fine, if you hug me we got a problem 60. lips or eyes: both, duh. I fnd them both to be visually interesting 61. shorter or taller: both are good, but I’m tall, which I prefer for me 62. older or younger: um what 63. nice arms or nice stomach: why should I choose, they’re just bodies. I don’t care how other’s look so long as mine is good 64. hook up or relationship: hook up but I’ve never done one and probably never will lol. Ain’t no great tragedy 65. troublemaker or hesitant: the two aren’t mutually exclusive. I’m very much both

HAVE YOU EVER: 66. kissed a stranger: no 67. drank hard liquor: no, because taking sips from my older sibling’s cups doesn’t count. The most I’ve had is a beer equivalent like 5% abv thing. It was cherry flavored. But that’s not hard liquor 68. lost glasses/contact lenses: my eyes are in working order, I don’t need those 69. turned someone down: it’s a hobby of mine 70. sex on the first date: I don’t date, binch 71. broken someone’s heart: how would I know that 72. had your heart broken: this is vague but it probably means romantic, so no 73. been arrested: no 74. cried when someone died: not when a human being died, but there have been cats. and friends nearly dying that got me hella upset. 75. fallen for a friend: look, I have some very nice friends but not on your goddamn life

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 76. yourself: did you not read the little shpeil I had about hating myself? Also, it depends 77. miracles: cat’s count as miracles I think 78. love at first sight: no 79. santa claus: I’m an adult. No 80. kiss on the first date: ??? is that somthing I can or cannot beleive in?? it exists whether I do it or not??? 81. angels: no, though the thought is nice, but no

OTHER: 82. current best friend’s name: I have several best friends, I don’t like to categorize my friends, it feels weird, but I’ll just say that Jay and Beck are my closest friends  83. eye colour: like this really muted blue 84. favourite movie: Coraline. But I have a lot of favorites, I talk about them frequently.

I tag @cllusterfuck  and @teabank I guess? and anybody who wants to

#selfawaregothkid talks #long post #answer #questions

[haunterrr]

I was tagged by the one, the only, the babe of all babes @hannibalssweaters <3

Rules: Tag 9 people to do this too!

Are you named after anyone? Not that I know of.

When was the last time you cried? Earlier this morning when I was listening to Nightly Sun and truly realized what a beautiful creature Jonathan Hultén is.

Do you like handwriting? I don’t like my own, but it still is something I enjoy doing.

What’s your favorite lunch meat? I don’t really eat it, but I used to be all about turkey.

Do you have kids? Nope

If you were another person would you be friends with you? Probably! Despite all of my self-deprecating humor I do think I’m a pretty neato person for the most part.

Do you use sarcasm? Not now. Not ever.

Do you still have your tonsils? Yep

Do you bungee jump? Hell to the NO. That is not my idea of fun at all.

What’s your favorite cereal? Hmmm. I don’t eat cereal, and I wasn’t really about that life as kid either. But I did enjoy Frankenberry!

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Usually because my shoes tops come up past my ankles.

Do you think you’re a strong person? Truly? I do. I’ve made it this far haven’t I?

What’s your favorite ice cream? Strawberry or the kind with chocolate and peanut butter chunks in it. I’m much more of a slushee/icee kind of person though.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Typically how they hold themselves... and eyes!

What’s the least favorite thing you like about yourself? There are a lot of things tied for that actually. 

What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now? Uhhh, grey pajama bottoms with totoro on the left thigh. And no shoes. I’m at home.

What are you listening to right now? Nightly Sun by Jonathan Hultén. I’ve been listening to it all day.  

If you were a crayon what color would you be? I would guess some sort of purple? 

What’s your favorite smell? fresh laundry, books, rain, blood of the dragon

Who’s the last person you talked to on the phone? My boss because some things happened at work tonight on my shift.

Favorite sport to watch? I’m not big into sports, but I do watch my hometown’s NHL team.

Hair color? Naturally... a weird light brown with flecks of blonde and gold. Currently though its dyed purple.

Eye color? Dull blue

Do you wear contacts? Nope. I tried to wear them a few times, but I fail at putting them damn things on my eyes.

Favorite food to eat? Pastaaaaaa, rice, veggies, fruits, and a variety of potato dishes

Scary movies or comedy? Scary

Last movie you watched? A Monster Calls

Color of shirt your wearing? Black like usual. It has Felix from Orphan Black on it

Summer or winter? Both are way too extreme for me. I prefer fall and then spring. If I had to choose it would be summer though purely because there is more to do.

Hugs or kisses? They are both great. It really depends on the mood?

What book are you currently reading? Still taking my sweet time on Three Dark Crowns. :(

Who do you miss right now? My brother 

What’s on your mousepad? Nothing. It’s just plain black.

What’s the last TV show you watched? Currently watching IASIP for the millionth time.

What’s the best sound? Paper, whispering before bed, fingers scraping sounds on guitar strings.

Rolling Stones or the Beatles? I think that definitely depends on my mood.

What’s the furthest you’ve ever traveled? Only across my own country.

Do you have a special talent? Hmm. Not particularly. Maybe making others feel better?

Where were you born? Jacksonville, FL I’ll tag @caligurl32 @stranger-ghoul @the-human-stain-k @lysergic-saturnine-desert @jakemcmac @thepastelghoul @ukuleleghoul @eddie-the-rattlehead @giuliaghoulia

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