#this is my 5th day of drinking in a row lol

[appalachy]

I do nothing in portugal except choose wine to drink near the ocean lol and i havent even found The One™ yet

#gotta try their beer sometime soon as well #ive already tried sagres but apparently super bock is the most popular and the best one #we'll see abt that 🥸 #this is my 5th day of drinking in a row lol #like what else am i supposed to do here #tesknie za perla chmielowa 😭😭 #i w auchanie tutaj z wody widzialam tylko wyborowa z polskich #dam rade jakos 😔

[comeasyouare96]

Kinda crazy to think I've been on Tumblr for like 10 years, can't even remember why I got it,maybe to follow food blogs or relationship ones,have no idea, or to just post screens n quotes from the shows I was watching

Is my time here even worth a shit? After being a loner for so long I don't have much daydreaming euphoria I used to get from watching relationships goals posts, IDK how many times I searched kissing and cuddling etc just to watch and daydream, looking at food blogs filled some kind of void at least for a bit because for a better part since graduation I was poor and looking at food and coffee posts made me think that one day I'll visit places, restaurants with my gf, thinking life in gonna be Tumblr like one day,

here we are, nothings changed,26yo,not even army could change me,years of alcoholism didn't do much either, hell, haven't tried hard drugs yet, maybe it's time to dabble into that, who the fuck knows, the older I get the more I believe that there's no cure for the lonely

Like I literally been skinny, rocked Cobain look, been chubby, been extra chubby, been fit and could run 3.5km in 13:40min, however I looked I was still just me, like I'm just existing, there's seriously something wrong with me and I know I'm gonna die alone after many years of being just that, yall don't know how depressing it is when your parents ask and bug u about how come u don't have a gf yet,

I've literally become that one guy in a small town that was never seen with a girl as in a relationship type of way, idk wtf am I even talking anymore like who the is gonna read this anyway lol

So yeah anyway took these random pics on my start of day drinking season, I just walk and wand around and out of my home town and drink and think

Drunk, alone, again

For probably 5th summer in a row

#loneliness #depression #existential crisis #existentialism #10th anniversary #croatia #usamljenost #alcoholism #day drinking #loner life

[barkingangelbaby]

dude i miss my fuckin dad so much. gonna list the few memories of him under the cut

him walking us to the bus stop every morning with our neighbor- in his hat and leather jacket, smoking his Marlboro reds. one day he was like "why are you walking like that??" bc I was pigeon toed and my right foot was like sideways lol (he died before we found out my hips were v inlined)

going to (redacted) amusement park so often in the summer. I rode my first real rollercoaster with him in the 4th grade, I think we were in the second row.

same amusement park, during Halloween times, he was walking with a cane & we were in a pirate ship horror maze & he kept saying my sister's name aloud so the workers would say it in their creepy voices and scare her

snuggling up in bed and watching wrestling together

"the claw"

I can still vaguely remember his laugh

when he sent us drawing when he was in jail (powerpuff girls for my sister, scooby doo for me, pooh for my younger sibling)

one time we went to his sisters house (she lived two hours away in the town he met my mom in) and I asked to drink his mountain dew but suddenly forgot how to drink out of a bottle so he was like "drink it right or don't drink it at all!" (I fully put it in my mouth, I think I was 9)

vaguely remember him walking next to me while I rode my razor scooter down the street

my family was watching I am legend together and my friend called me on the house phone and everyone yelled at me to go outside if I was gonna talk (understandable)

going sledding at my great grandma's house in NW PA & I hit an ice ball or something and flipped/hurt my back lol. he carried my sled back up the hill

watching eight crazy nights with him

one time his friend visited and brought his big black lab and that was cute

going dirt bike/atv riding at his friends house in the woods. I had pink acid wash jeans

riding roller skates on the cement slabs next to our trailer

watching him play video games

(unfortunately) him spanking me when I got in trouble

watching thirteen ghosts with him n my mom and sister

father/daughter girlscout dance in 4th grade

him hanging out with my friend's mom when we had playdates (3rd-5th grade)

watching him at his baseball games

him playing with the calico cat we used to have

doing the extreme skyflier thing with him at the previously mentioned amusement park (4th grade)

(unfortunately) him getting very sick very fast. losing the ability to speak/walk.. he listened to Stephen king audiobooks. I don't remember his regular speaking voice much but I remember him trying to talk

the last thing we said to each other was "I love you", I gave him a kiss on the cheek and went to school. he died before I got home.

I wish I remembered more but this is about it, I think. I wish I had more pictures besides the two photo albums my mom made. I wish I knew where any of the digital photos of him were. I wish he could have watched me grow up and know who I am today. I can't believe he died when I was 11. blah. I love you, dad. I miss you all the time.

#talking 2 myself #orphan hours

[nightmare-writes]

“Yes, mommy”

Dom! Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Hello! I wrote this at 3am so hopefully my grammar isn’t awful lol. Anyway! This fic is somewhat self indulgent since I am also a engineering student who works a little too hard sometimes. I might write a part two to this with the actual smut at some point but we will see!

Summary: You’ve been overworking yourself and Wanda can’t stand watching it happen, so she has a plan to get your attention.

Contains: Pet names (puppy or pet mostly), dom/sub themes, a singular slap, and degradation if you squint. [18+ content]

Word count: 815

This was your 5th night in a row of staying up till ungodly hours in the morning working on your final project for your engineering class. This thing was going to be perfect! If only you could correct the code, then fix the mechanics, and change the wiring, then change the code again… this was an excruciating process to go through but it was even more excruciating for your girlfriend, Wanda, to watch. The most she has seen of you awake is you scurrying into the kitchen to grab another energy drink from the fridge before going back into your “Nerd den” as wanda dubbed it. You promised her that the late night working sessions would stop after day one and then it changed to day three and you have yet to update her on when your actual final late night work session would be. Wanda had enough of the lonely nights in bed waiting for you to show up, so she devised a plan.

“Detka? I wanted to know your opinion on this new outfit I got” Wanda says through the door.

Without looking away from your laptop screen you say “Sure, come in”

Wanda opens the door and is greeted to you, hunched over in your desk chair in complete darkness except for your laptop screen. Your desk had discarded granola bar wrappers and energy drinks, aka your dinner for the past few days. Your eyes looked strained as you tried your best to keep them open and working. Your pajama shirt was one of hers that you stole because the smell of wanda was your personal version of lavender, the one thing that could somewhat soothe you during this. Wanda could not let you keep going like this.

“What do you think, detka? I’m thinking of wearing this to the bar with some friends tonight.” She says. You slowly turn your head towards her and immediately perk up when you realize she was wearing red, lacy lingerie.

You couldn’t help but stare at her curves and the way the lace fit against her hips or the curve of her breasts or how they barely covered her wet core that was waiting for you-

“No response? I thought you’d like it… well I guess I’ll go put something else on.” Wanda says smugly

“No! Wait- I like it- I mean I don’t just like it, I love it, wanda. You are absolutely breathtaking.” You push out in an attempt to make her stay.

She smiles and saunters closer to you, swaying her hips with every step. You turn your chair to face her fully. She places her hands on the armrests of your chair and slowly lowers her face towards you, close enough for you to almost be able to reach out and kiss her, which is what you try to do before you feel her finger over your lips. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet, puppy. I’m very upset with you.” She whispers before moving her hand back down. “I don’t like when my things are treated properly and that extends to you too. Do I have to remind you what happens to people when they hurt my things?” She says calmly.

“No, Wanda, I-“

She tuts “Has five nights alone made you forget all of your training, pet? I know you’re just my big, dumb puppy but the least you should know is how to address me correctly.”

“Sorry, mommy, it won’t happen again”

“There’s my good puppy. Now, I’m going to say this once, you’re going to turn off your laptop and go into our bedroom. When I get there I expect you to be stripped down and on your knees waiting for me. Do you understand, puppy?” Wanda says firmly, not leaving any room for discussion.

She could see the gears turning in your head. You usually were extremely obedient and would do whatever she asked in the blink of an eye. What was taking you so long to answer?

“I can’t leave my work now, I just have to adjust a few more things and then it’ll be working great. Half an hour max and I will do whatever you want, mommy.” You said nervously with a hesitant smile at the end, praying to any god out there that your girlfriend wouldn’t punish you severely for answering with anything other than ‘Yes, mommy’

Apparently your prayers were not heard.

She tilts her head and stands up straight again. She looks down at you before slapping you hard across the face. “I think my pet has forgotten their place, hm? I was going to go easy on you but now you’re in for it.” She says as she slowly backs away from the chair. “Up. Now. I will not ask again.”

The feeling of pure fear spikes through your heart while another spear of arousal goes straight between your legs.

“Yes, mommy”

I hope you enjoyed!

#Dom Wanda Maximoff #Dom Wanda #Dom Wanda x Sub reader #Dom Wanda x Reader #Wanda x Reader #wanda maximoff #Wanda Maximoff x Reader #Wanda Maximoff x you

[daggerzine]

Celebrity Mixtape Party #1 with Steve Michener (Volcano Suns, Dumptruck, Big Dipper) Part 1

Steve (far left with Big Dipper) 

Mixtapes. They're back! Or maybe they never went away? What happens when you make a mixtape for someone who MAKES music? And then they talk about that mixtape? Well, dear reader, let's find out in..

Okay!  First song. Side A. So I'll give my impressions and then we can talk about the song. Okay? Then the reveal, when appropriate.

Sexy

Thanks for this tape, Matthew, I've really been enjoying it.  However, I gotta say the first song is my least favorite.

What is it pray tell

I don't know but I usually love that style of song.  Very Love/Byrds-y but there was something cloying about that hook of 'Let's Get Together'

Oh yes. Justin Trouble.

Can't tell if it's authentic 60's pop or revival

Early '80s. He was friends with Johnny Thunders.New York City area guy

Never heard of him but I'm not inspired to search him up. Too many words.

Aw man he's just riffing

Anything you wanna say in his defense?

I mean I could. I think that song and the whole record is genius. To me it's the very essence of rock and roll.

Okay, maybe that's just one song that I wouldn't like. I'll check it out. I know you love your 60s stuff  but to me it's just too twee. But if you were using this as a "courtship tape", the relationship is over.

Since we can't "get together" on that song?

Courtship tape. I think they were called love mixes back in the day my friend.

I'm older than you. We used to bring them and play them in the parlor. So this second song is right up my Alley. Great guitar sound, great drummer.  I love that it's poppy but it takes a minor key/dissonant turn when he sings the tagline 'Solid Gold'. Kind of a Fall vibe to that hook.

So what is that second song?

Boston band....Real Kids...1974 demo...EARLY REAL KIDS

I knew you'd get a Real Kids song on there but that is very 'Unreal' real kids.  Sounds like they were way ahead of their time

Yeah. That song is unhinged. Nothing twee about it.

Amazing band.  I would have maybe guessed that but that chorus is so left field.  If I knew about that song back then, I would have had the band cover it. Real Kids sounding like the Fall. They should have been as big as the Ramones.  Worse drug and ego problems I guess.

To me it sounds like The Dolls. A little bit of Glam in there.

I saw them a few times at the Rat.  Always a reliable live band. I hear the 60's thing in there but that turnaround into the chorus is at least 5 years ahead of its time. I need to hear more of those demos.

It's on vinyl.

Next song- One thing that I know about you is that you love your 60s stuff.  This sounds like an authentic acid rock band. Roky?

I don't have the tracklist

Ah, okay.  It's by Girl Trouble-"Storm Warning'. Don't know them but I love the song.

The pride of Bellingham

Kind of like the Seeds meet Nick Cave. What year?

1993 on Empty

Love the sax and guitar interplay at the end.  Wow. I would have placed that in 1965

Yeah except for the production. I think he's one of the Great rock and roll vocalists of the '90s

Yeah, great singer.  Are they still around or mutate into something else?

Kurt Kendall. No, I don't think they really play around much anymore. There was a reunion show not too long ago but I missed it.

Great stuff, I'll check it out. Next song? Okay, this one I knew from the first note--the great NRBQ. The greatest rock and roll band ever, at least in this incarnation.

Green Lights?

Yes.

I saw them around this time with the WW Horns, opening for Thorogood.

Another great vocalist

I didn't appreciate them back then cuz I was too into the alternative scene (tho still loved GT) but when I saw them in the 80's I was amazed.

This is a band that should have played the bar band in every '80s movie ever made

Exactly.  they were my template for 'a band'

That's Joey singing that one? favorite bass player ever, favorite drummer ever.

I'm not entirely sure what that guitar is in the solo. Sounds almost like a pedal steel or something.

Big Al could make anything sound like anything.  Genius band. Shoulda been huge.

The YouTube comments say Joey.

Yeah, Joey wrote the hits. Like most bass players.

Lol. The album is called nrbq at Yankee stadium and it's funny because the picture shows an empty Yankee stadium with them far away in the bleachers...a play on words...clever

I see.

I'll explain humor to you another time.

Make me a 'humor' mixtape

Okay next song

The 5th song on side A is called Buried Alive.  A 3 chord slab of brilliance.  Sounds like another Boston Band.  More Real Kids?

Hmmm

Should I peek?

It could be Avenged Sevenfold. Yes peek.

Oh no, it's the Nervous Eaters!  Born to Die.  I thought he was singing Buried Alive.

Ahhh!!

I knew it was Boston, can't believe I missed the Eaters.  Loved that band.

Another Boston band you didn't ID! You are 0 for 2

I wrote down it was "the Lyres without keyboards" so I get half credit.

Okay so one of the cool things about this band is it had one of the Paley Brothers. Who never did anything this "heavy" outside of this band?

I had their singles and saw them live a few times.  They were great. Just Head is a classic.

The major label debut was a bit of a disaster:  slick production, terrible cover art. I swore that I'd never let that happen to any band that I was in.

This song for some reason reminds me of Judas Priest.

I thought Saints at first but Priest would work

Next song?

Ok

This is one that I will probably miss too. Sounds VERY familiar and my first guess is Rockpile/Brinsley Schwarz.  "I'll have another drink and then I tried to crawl out the door.."

"I never did know a thing about it." It's got that Nick Lowe/Dave Edmunds vibe.

Take a peek

Status Quo-Lies

Ah yes

Wow, I don't think of SQ sounding like this. This is pub rock, I thought they were harder

Very boogie

Don't you get the Rockpile thing tho?

Oh absolutely

Great song.  I'd cover this. Was it a hit?

That status quo song is from 1980. I think so. They did it on Top of the Pops

Good. I'd be depressed if a song that great didn't get an audience.

Agreed

Next?

Yes

I also don't know this and I'm not sure what the hook is but it sounds like what I imagine the Muffs sound like. Be my baby.?  Sneering female vocals, 3 chords, loud guitars.

Fastbacks - Read my Letters

Yeah, another band I completely missed out on.  From the PNW?

Seattle

I've seen them quite a few times and they were always amazing. Big fan.

I'm sorry I missed them live. I don't care much for this song but I'll bet it sounded good in a sweaty club.

Ok

Did you like the Muffs?

Not really. I mean I respect them a lot but they never resonated with me. I think Kurt Bloch is a great lyricist. And I love that he didn't sing his own lyrics.

Wait, that was a guy singing?

No. The guitar player Kurt wrote the lyrics for most of their songs.

Got it.  So he left them to join YFF?

He did both simultaneously. Kim Warnick is the singer and bass player.

Too talented.

Definitely.

I saw the Fellows quite a few times also.

They opened for us in Seattle in 1990. I loved them but, as an east coaster, had never seen them.

Also amazing one of my favorites. During that time that both the Fastbacks and the Young Fresh Fellows were active it made me envy Seattle because Portland didn't have bands like those bands.

This is a different convo, but Seattle is a much more rockin town than Portland.

Full disclosure in the '90s I was not a fan of Portland's music scene. But I did like Hazel.

They were so cute!

Alright, let's not get distracted!   Next song I recognized easily , though I may not have a few years ago.  This is Sparks - Something For The Girl Who Has Everything. Brilliant band but one that I missed out on until recently

You know I never introduced you at the beginning of all this. Dear readers, I am discussing a mixtape with our esteemed guest Steve Michener from Skid Row.

Skid Row UK, legally. Not to be confused with those dorks from Hollyweird. Michael Cudahy was my roommate back in the day and he was way into them. I could never get past the vocals.Recently though, I have come to appreciate them and now I am a big fan.

I love the vocals. It's its own thing. Who is this Michael you speak of?

Michael was in Christmas at the time and then started Combustible Edison.  Now he does movie soundtracks.

Have you ever seen the video of Ron Mael singing karaoke to a Sparks song?

No, I'll google it.

Next song?

Ok

Well, I didn't recognize the song itself but it's hard to miss the unique guitar sound of The Wedding Present-The Boy Can Wait

Fastest wrist in the west

Trademark double strum. They're one of those bands that I just love the sound of but never bought any records.

That's a Peel session by the way.

They were around last year but I failed to attend.

I like the lyrics. They're clever. Kind of misanthropic but not in a Morrissey way. More humorous.

I'm not a lyric guy but I do love a good Morrisey couplet

The dude could pen a tune

Stephen I mean

Moz

The Moz

Himself.

He should pull a Prince and just change his name to Himself

Next song is one that you would never get past me, tho I'm 0-2 with Boston bands before this.  Heading into a Boston binge here.

Ok. Just another band out of Boston

I was the world's biggest Peter Dayton fan for years.  I moved to Boston the week that LaPeste broke up so I never got to see them.  So I made up for that by seeing every PD gig for years. 'She's a Girl' by LaPeste, probably one of the best bands out of Boston ever.

I like how evil La Peste sound. They sound like they carried shivs.

It means "the pest"

Perfect

"la" is "the" in french

Waow

I don't know if you knew that. Anyway, this must have been an Ocasek demo?  Sounds like they were trying to go pop. I had a live tape of them from the rock and roll rumble in 1979 that I wore out. Just a great pop punk band. Next song is also LaPeste- Die in My Sleep.Ric got involved with them later in their career and produced some demos.  Or maybe it was Greg Hawkes.  But Ocasek worked with him solo for a few years.  Dayton's EP, which came out the same time as Panorama by the Cars. It's a fun record.Better off Dead is an amazing single.

I'll check out solo Dayton.

Jim Janota on bass. I think he was in some of those early boston punk bands

But Ric was the producer guy then . Alan Vega etc

Yeah, Ocasek was cool.  He had Dayton's band open for The Cars at the Boston Garden.  Big supporter of smaller bands.

Next two songs had me stumped. I just wrote 'Sex Pistols'.

I would never put a sex pistols song on anything ever. But I do love a lot of things that Cook and Jones were on later

This just has a Pistols energy and sneer. Hey Hey! Hey Hey!

Hmm

3 chords, English. Fall-like but harder.

Not ringing any bells

Ha! I looked at the list--Naked Raygun-Roller Queen.

Yes

"trying" to be british

Nooo

I tuned this band out early.  Not my cup of tea.

I love the Raygun. Midwest thing

Just like Soul Asylum.  I was (and remain) a judgemental asshole when it comes to music.

Hard. Arty. Humorous.

I lump them together.  Prejudice.  But this is why I like the idea of listening to the tape blind.

Throb Throb is fantastic

It can blow up my preconceived notions  or reinforce them. I know they were hugely popular in the scene and it's probably my loss that I didn't explore their stuff. I was probably reacting negatively to the Big Black thing.  Lots of competition and jealousy-fuelled listening bias.

Eh no biggy. I never really liked Big Black. To me they were great in theory but not in practice.

I prefer Shellac

Great band

But i think BD covered 'Bazooka Joe'. Not my idea.

There was another Chicago band from that time that I like a lot called Breaking Circus.

Yes, I liked Breaking Circus.  We played with them.

Yay

Next song. 60s sounding psychedelia

Ok

Didn't recognize it, but liked it. reverby guitar,

Hmm

La Luz- I Want to Be Alone. Cool sound.  What's their story?

Ah. Seattle. Then moved to LA. 4 women. On Hardly Art (label). Started in 2012. They have three lps. Saw them at The Aladdin.

Short but sweet. I'll check them out.

Very very good band

I like good bands

No bad songs. They were VERY GOOD live. Jealous of the drummer's speed and dexterity. They play with a lot of feeling.

If we ever get to see live music again, I'll check them out.

You need to.

Next song is a classic Boston number called 'No Place Like Home' by The Neighborhoods. Such a great power pop song. B-side to Prettiest Girl, which was probably the biggest indie single of the time in Boston.  That and Academy Fight Song. Both on Ace of Hearts records

Oh really? Nice that I got airplay in Boston. I mean it. I didn't get any airplay in Boston

Yes, it was huge! (sorry about your lack of airplay)  top song on WBCN, the local rock station. They should have been huge-they had it all.  Cute guys, great songs, amazing live show. I woulda bet on them

Despite looking like a reggae album I've read good reviews with their first LP. The thing with a lot of these bands is they're from a time when there were regional scenes period and if they didn't make the jump to Major label then a lot of what they were about might have been lost on people outside of their scene

Honestly, I don't remember that LP at all.  Maybe I had dropped them and moved onto hipper stuff. They were kind of a high school crush for me. They got progressively more hard rock as time went on. Yes, probably a common theme with local bands. Some focused on getting a 'deal' and making it big.  Thank god for labels like Homestead, who gave smaller bands a chance to make mistakes and grow

If you had any anecdotes about any of these guys share away.

Anecdotes? I do

'dote away

Dave and Lee worked at Harrington's Liquor, the biggest booze shop in Allston and were always in there when I went to buy cheap vodka. Then, one day, they were fired. Word was that they tried to lift some expensive champagne from the shop to celebrate a record release party or something.  They were both dating members of Salem 66 at the time and Dave married Judy.  They were very nice guys.

Lee?

Lee Harrington, Beth's brother was their bassist in the late 80's. Beth Harrington was in Jonathan's band.

That's a good anecdote.

Jonathan?

Richman

Oh I thought I recognized her voice from Jonathan Richmond records. She was a backup singer. She had kind of a classically trained sounding voice

Yes, her and Ellie Marshall. Beth married my old roommate, whose girlfriend when I knew him, left him for Steve Forbert.

Ellie Marshall was related to who?

Something related to Paley Bros. It'll come to me.  Barry Marshall.

The next song is the Office Supply song. Swivel Chair. I don't recognize the song but it's gotta be something like Fountains of Wayne or Weezer.

Nothing Painted Blue

Oops. Hope they aren't insulted!  I kinda knew of NPB but obviously didn't get into their stuff.  Sounds like a certain pop band from Boston in the late 80s. Where were they from?

Franklin Bruno. Great songwriter in my opinion. Great band. LA

Oh, I know Franklin.  Of course.  I confuse them with that band from Boise

Franklin bears a slight passing resemblance to Bill? Cool that you know Franklin.

Well, on FB at least.  Very nice guy.  He's probably gonna unfriend me if he reads this.

I can edit it out. Celebrity mixtapes is about bringing people together, not about fighting.

No, it's fine.  It's part of the process. I'll take my lumps.

Ok

I just thought it was a little bit of a novelty song.

I just think it's adorably nebbishy

Not that we didn't veer close to that sometimes. It's a risk when you are trying to write songs that have humor in them.

Singing about office supplies. One of my favorite things about Big Dipper is you guys never crossed over into parody even though you were slyly funny.

Yeah, it def sounds like something I would write. I was an office supply nerd.

Maybe I sensed that. Dilbert Rock

Thanks. It's a fine line between clever and stupid, as the Tap says. Anyway, super catchy but maybe a little too clever for me.

NEXT!

Next song has to be Scrawl. Apple of his Eye.

Nope

Very Gang of Four with female vocals.

I did like Scrawl back in the day though. Bratmobile-Queenie.

Ah, well they should write a check to Sue and Marcy. Sounds like early Scrawl. Catchy song but a little derivative to my ears.

Yeah Scrawl predates the Bratmobile.By a few years.

You could steal from worse.

True

Scrawl were an amazing band.

Pride of Columbus

Really had the goods live and on record.

Never saw them live unfortunately.I always thought they were on Homestead but it turns out no.

You had your Homestead goggles on.

"I like everything that comes out on Homestead..."

Well that was me back then too

Last song on side A.  Permanent Wave.  No idea who it is, a short, catchy, new wave song.  Mo-dettes?

I do like the Mo-Dettes but no.

Oh Ok. From Athens

Ah!  i had their single, was this on it?

Michael Stipe's sister

Sister of Stipe

Matthew Sweet was in the band for a minute too, later on.

I bought it, I think, cuz I thought I could resell it when rem got famous. Retirement investment

I think the single and the lp are both amazing

Kind of twee, to revisit a theme

The lp is not as twee

That song sounds a little thin

I like the production. it sounds live.

I see that. Okay, I've gotta run.  This was fun.

Ok. Thanks for doing it.

https://www.mixcloud.com/matthewkenneth9/steve-michener-mix-pt-1/?fbclid=IwAR2hhMS8KXo51QjlpJ__ANfdmKY3Ux7vRyIqHHOxGfY_UK4H6tz6vIXyaxE

[letsnotdoanything]

‘’Morning Coffee’’

Sorry I’m so late, I wasn’t home since friday and didn’t have much time to write...

However, I hope you’ll enjoy this late valentines day special!

Pairing: Bobby x Reader

Genre: Fluff (ofc, what else lol); 

Song: iKON - My Type (if you want to request something similar, send me an ask with an idol and the name of their song!) 

Words: 1.3K

You tied the strings of your light brown apron and started to grind the coffee beans immediately after. It was a Saturday morning, which meant that as soon as the clock would hit nine, customers would start coming in to begin their day with the best coffee in town and a side of freshly baked bagels or croissants.

You were working part-time in a caffé near the university you studied in. You thankfully didn't have anything scheduled for weekends, so you decided to allocate it to something useful for a change. This has led you to this small and cozy place ran by an adorable old lady named Susan. She was so sweet, the warmth radiating from her made you feel like a little girl visiting her loving grandma. You and all of your co-workers were calling her by name and fully trusted her; you knew that you can always turn to her with any issue.

You looked at the clock, which showed that it was 9:01 am, and smiled a little. You went to the front door to open it, letting in the warm spring breeze.

You could feel that it was going to be a good day, and nothing nor no one could ruin it. Even that annoying hipster Modern Art major who always ordered a half-sugar decaf latte with almond milk, whipped cream, and spices, and then rushed you because "he was already late". Especially not him.

A sound of the bell, which signalized that the first customer of that day just came, made you jump. However, you showed your professional (yet honest) smile and waved. "Good morning, what can I get for you?"

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After a long week of listening, writing, reading and studying, it was finally Saturday - time to take your mind of work and go out with friends, or, like Jiwon, sleep in and enjoy the free time by laying on the couch in your PJs.

Everything went as usual; after coming out of his bathroom he went straight to the kitchen to make himself a cup of hot, fragrant coffee to start his day. He poured filtered water into the coffee maker, put a pod inside and then clicked the power button. 

Nothing happened, so he pressed it once more. And again. 

"Why isn't it working?" He murmured under his breath, looking at the machine from different sides to see if everything was in place. "Ah, there it is," Jiwon said when he noticed the empty socket on the wall. He plugged in the cable and pushed the button again, happy that his weekend was saved and he could enjoy this sunny weekend morning. 

Or at least that's what he thought. 

"Oh, come on!" He slammed his hand on the wooden counter, what he immediately regretted after sharp pain spread through. He held it close to his chest and sighed, knowing that he had to go out if he wanted his morning coffee. Great.

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Going down the street, Jiwon kept wondering - why are all these people outside at this hour? Like, guys, it's Saturday. 

"Maybe their coffee maker is broken too?" He thought. "That's a lesson for all of us - don't trust machines with important things, like coffee."

Luckily, there were a lot of restaurants and caffés near his campus, so it didn't take long until he stepped inside one of those. It warmly welcomed him with the smell of coffee beans and cinnamon, creamy walls and light brown sofas encouraged him to come further in. There were various kinds of coffee in the menu - black, Irish, flavored and more, so he decided to go a little fancier than the traditional flat white. "Let's go with a latte. But with caramel syrup? Or hazelnut? Oh, maybe-’’

"Hello, what can I get for you?"

He looked towards the source of this voice and almost let out a gasp when his gaze met with yours. Your green eyes were perfectly enhanced by your long, dark hair and subtle makeup while your pink lips formed a friendly smile, exposing a straight row of pearly white teeth.

Jiwon shook his head when he realized that he drifted away with his thoughts when one of the customers behind him tapped his arm, a little annoyed by his delaying.

"Uhm, y-yeah, can I get a... large caramel latte?" This sudden shyness got him surprised, he has always been a rather confident and bubbly person. He looked at you more closely when you typed the order on the cash register; you looked his age, were you studying at the same university? How come he's never seen you there? He sure would remember passing by someone so pretty.

"Is that all? Maybe you would want to try our banana bread? It's fresh out of the oven."

Jiwon's mind was still somewhere beyond the clouds when he responded, not really aware of the words coming out of his mouth - "Anything you want..."

He saw your confused expression and snapped back to reality, eyes wide open. "I-I mean, yeah, s-sure."

Seeing the other customer's impatient looks, you decided to let it go and quickly finish the order. After receiving the amount due you suggested for him to sit down beside the nearby table, where you would bring his order when it's ready.

"Dude, what's up with you?" Jiwon thought when he was already seated down. He's never been this awkward around anyone, even that girl he had a huge crush on in the 5th grade.

Well, maybe it was a sign that he should have gone outside instead of spending every Saturday watching documentaries in an old, dirty t-shirt?

He looked in your direction just when you picked up the tray filled with different beverages and started to give them out, walking around the little room.

Your sneakers under your thin ankles

A perfect harmony with your denim skinny jeans

Under your slightly big cardigan

Your falling, long, straight hair is so pretty

Jiwon's gaze drifted from your body to the window when you started to move towards him, only one glass and one plate left on the tray. He bit his lip nervously, trying to figure out how to rebuild from that poor first impression.

You soon approached him and placed the drink and food he ordered on the table, smiling politely.

Oh, oh, your delicate smile

Oh, oh, your eyes when you look at me

There is no flaw anywhere

There’s no time to be bored, you’re perfect

The boy smiled back, surprisingly confident, what encouraged him to take a step further and chat up. This time though, in order not to seem like a lost puppy, he thought over what he should say. He analyzed every pick-up line he learned during high school days and when he finally chose the right one, he looked up to see that you were not there.

Jiwon ran his eyes through the small caffé and spotted you standing back at the counter; a sight left his mouth as he placed his chin on his hand. 

"You coward." He ridiculed his actions, feeling disappointed by his lack of confidence. He looked at the glass in front of him; he had already forgotten about the coffee he ordered and even the reason he came here - the broken coffee machine. His mood dropped even more when he realized that he would have to purchase a new one, which was a pretty big thing for an average student's wallet.

"If we're talking about money..." Jiwon thought and picked up the receipt from under the small plate with banana bread. He didn't even pay attention to the prices when the only thing on his mind was an adorable waitress, who ditched him in the end anyway. "5 bucks for coffee? Geez, are they making it from molten gold or something?"

Then, an odd shape shined through the thin paper he held in his hand. He turned it around and saw a short note written on its back. 

‘‘If I only knew earlier, I would have broken that damn coffee machine a long time ago.”

You’re my type X

111-222-33

- Y/N

The translation is not mine!

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[sunsettsimss]

57 facts tag

rules: post 57 facts about yourself and tag others

I was tagged by @budgie2budgie and I’m up for this challenge >:3

im excited for my grey hairs to come in

i LOVE kombucha 

i prefer sparkling waters to soda

when i was a junior in HS, I was hit by a car a week before prom...

...i ended up having to wear Toms to junior prom (it was cute)

i just learned that i really love bergamot perfumes (mainly Commodity brand *drools*)

im in an art collective and right now we’re kinda dormant xD

i despise time square

i was born in Brooklyn

my first language was french

water is my favourite drink

24 year old virgin 0:)

being ashy in public is a big fear of mine, esp. being dry between the fingers. NOOOO WAAAAAAY

i was high school valedictorian 

i got streep throat right at the start of my senior year of college

frogs were my favourite thing 3rd-5th grade

i still hold pea-sized grudges towards bullies from middle school/junior high

grilled pb&j sandwiches are really... really... really good

it brings me so much joy that i share the same birthday as conan o’brien

and kourtney kardashian (aka the better one lol)

sims 3 was the most difficult to play because it’s crashed my macbook several times. 

sims 2 and 4 are my favourite

i only played sims 1 one time -- lol how fitting

im on a classic rock kick at the moment

birthday cake flavoured oreos are my weakness (UPDATE: I brought two packs the other day...they were on sale)

i can eat a whole thing in three days, by my self

french fries are my favourite greasy food from pizza places

i eat my french fries with mayo/aioli 

when i was little i kept stacks of notebooks with drawings and stories

i love a good dad joke

podcasts are the number one for public transit commutes

im actually going to a live show of one of my faves (the read) with two of my close friends, in October!!!

also ive fully embraced looking like a fool when i lol whilst listening to one

the read was my first podcast

i accidentally stood up a guy friend for a VDAY “date” to taco bell because i thought he was joking 

IN MY DEFENSE his delivery was in NO WAY convincing... but i felt so bad 

i am a total and complete empath

sometimes i worry that i come off as boring because my voice is kind of monotone

 im the youngest of two sisters 

people always think im the eldest because im taller

sometimes i wish i was a twiin

i take my sweet time with most creative projects ( im sure ya’ll know this about me already)

i prefer backstreet boys to n’sync 

POP is my favourite n’sync track

i own ALOT of BAGGU bags (plus a wallet)

ive been to bible camp three years in a row (fun but painfully conservative)

im in the process of rewatching all of charmed

i dont know what else to say... D:

i went natural my freshman year of college???? eh. 

apples and nut butter are THE SNACC

i’ll only eat smooth if it’s smuckers natural

i prefer short nails because they dont get dirty easily...

...these are getting boring. And im done! :* g’night!

#tag #57 facts challege #8) #about me #nonsims

[writesaboutbangtan17]

the right bite | 01

vampire!minghao x reader fluff, angst, and (eventual) smut

16,180 words

a/n: sooo...here’s the vampire minghao fic...it is...very explicitly halloween-themed lol...but i changed the whole concept at the last minute n it’s taken me awhile to write...so here it is in early november instead of on halloween as promised. i’m sorry. it was hard for me to get into halloween this year :( so this is my love letter and “i’ll try harder next time” to my favorite holiday. part 2 has the smut! it’s almost done n will be out in a couple of days. enjoy!!!

~ in which you fall for some guy at some party without meaning to and soon discover he’s not exactly what he says he is...

Tues., October 31st, 2017 @ Kennedy South Residence Hall, 6:24 P.M.

 In the grand scheme of things, you knew that you’d been through a lot worse than this, and if history was any indicator, there was worse yet to come. But right here, right now, rolling around on your friend’s closet floor on the verge of tears—you decided this was the worst moment of your life.

 Momo wasn’t of much help, of course, with all of her attention hyper-focused on her phone instead of anything you were up to. If you had only one chance to guess exactly what she was doing or be mauled to death by a bear, you'd bet your entire life that she was sexting Mina...and your suspicions were confirmed when you popped your head up out of the laundry pile you'd buried yourself beneath and caught sight of the "racy" picture that your friend was drooling over. A pout, a loose sweater, some sort of bedroom eyes. Gross.

 "It's just her shoulder," you whined, "you've spent the better half of the last two years elbow deep in her front bottom and you're gonna bust a fucking nut over that?" Any other time Momo's glare would have split you in half, but after this long, exhausting month you'd had, you were impenetrable. It was a shame, really. You'd have preferred to melt under her gaze than live just one agonizing second longer.

 And you couldn't believe you were feeling this low in October of all months. Sure, you'd had a few bad Marches and a shitty September or two, but you loved Halloween. You loved pumpkin spice everything and leaves falling and screaming at all the scares you knew were coming in movies you'd seen eighty times and running out of haunted houses—you lived for all that shit.

 Leave it to some stupid boy to ruin your favorite time of the year.

 They were always ruining everything. That's why you had, up until now, happily remained the one forever-single friend in the group.

 "How dare you call my girlfriend's vagina a 'front bottom'?" was all she said, and she didn't even have the decency to admit it was ridiculous to get all hot and bothered over a selfie with some off-the-shoulder sweater action, let alone get off her ass and give you a hand trying to throw yet another costume together. You regretted helping her pack all of the boxes stacked up in the living room if this was how she was going to repay you.

 Off her shoe rack, you grabbed a pair of knock-off Louboutin pumps and all you could think up in your wilted, dusty little brain was to dress up as a hooker. One of your friends had to have some sort of little metallic tube dress and faux fur jacket you could borrow, too. He’ll have to take me home tonight if I show up at the party with no underwear on, right?

 "I can call my best friend's vagina whatever I want," you insisted, "do you think I could squeeze into these?" Finally, finally, Momo locked her phone and tossed it onto a pillow before coming over to kneel at your side. At last, she gave you a look filled with all the pity and shame that you deserved, and reached out to ruffle your hair in some sort of attempt at comfort.

 In the softest, most tender voice she could manage, she reminded you, "No, Bigfoot, I'm like two shoe sizes smaller than you are." And with the moment effectively ruined and your mood suddenly five times worse, you dropped the shoes and threw the closest (softest) thing within reach right at her head. You didn’t even see what it was until she was trying to pull it off, only becoming more and more wrapped up in it. It was an ratty old black blanket with red lining—and there you had it, the lightbulb gone off over your head.

 "Give me that!" You screeched, making frenzied grabs at the fabric. You pulled one way and Momo pulled another and if the gagging noises happening in there were any indication, you were pretty sure you were strangling her to death. She totally would have chokeslammed you when she was free of her fleece cocoon but you had that manic look in your eyes that meant trouble and she knew that one of you needed to remain calm. For once, it was her.

 "I'll get the scissors and the fabric glue," she sighed before she disappeared out of the room and left you spreading the blanket out on the floor.

Thurs., October 5th, 2017 @ The Yard, 9:13 P.M.

 "I can't see anything," Nayoung whined as she ran into yet another tree. The fourth, to be exact, since you’d all gotten out of her car. You'd seen her heading right for it, but out of tough love had just allowed the collision to happen before your very eyes.

 "That's what you get for wanting to dress up as the three blind mice," you lectured her for the five thousandth time that night, "that shit's ableist." From her side, in a matching black dress and mouse ears and sunglasses, Minkyung flicked you off as she helped Nayoung pick leaves out of her perfectly styled red hair. The third blind mouse, Kyungwon, ran up from behind to smack you on the head with her walking stick.

 "Fuck you! We look cute!" She cried indignantly when you ripped the walking stick out of her hand and threw it into the crowd. A painful yelp cut through the sound of "The Monster Mash" warbling out of speakers set up around the courtyard, and you relished in the fact that if that poor unintended victim of your frustration came looking for somebody to rip a new asshole for hitting him, his rage would be directed at one of these insufferable three.

 They did look cute, but it didn't stop the concept from being any less…offensive. You, on the other hand, had gone the safe route and dressed up as Rosie the Riveter for the third Halloween season in a row. Even if you gained a few pounds over the holidays and through summer and the beginning of a new school year, all you needed to recreate the outfit was the same red bandana, a denim shirt from the thrift store, your trusty high waist jeans, and boots. It wasn't the cutest costume, or the sexiest, but it portrayed exactly what you wanted it to: you were an independent, strong woman who wasn't looking for a guy to ply her with booze and sneak her back to their dorm tonight.

 Momo promised it would only attract girls, and all the women-loving-women you knew were taken for now—so you were safe. Being the forever-single friend in the group was a tough job to keep up, that was for sure, but someone had to do it. If you had to not waste money on a new costume and not have your boobs hanging out when the fall chill was coming in, then so be it. You would take one for the team.

 "Where are the boys? Can you see them?" Minkyung tugged on your sleeve to ask you, and you reluctantly scanned the gyrating crowd of bodies for Seokmin and Mingyu—she and Kyungwon's boyfriends of the semester. You had only met them a few times before, when your friends dragged you out to the movies, refusing to let you spend a night in instead of being the thirteenth or fifteenth or seventeenth fucking wheel on their massive group dates. Catching sight of Seokmin and his smile by the drinks only reminded you of being introduced to him before the movie, and then having to sit through it trying to focus on the plot and the characters and the god awful dialogue instead of every one of your friends making out the whole time.

 "They're over there," you pointed them out flippantly, and you were about to turn and head off in the opposite direction to find the rest of your friends when Minkyung latched onto your sleeve again and asked in a tiny voice,

 "Can you take us over to them? I really can't see." You were too soft for she and Kyungwon, you knew it and they knew it and they were always using it to their advantage. Tough love wouldn’t work with them the way it worked with Nayoung, either, so you didn’t do what you should have: stolen her sunglasses and run off with them, not giving her an excuse to make you walk all eight yards or so over to their annoying boyfriends.

 You didn’t know it yet, but it was over by their annoying boyfriends that your life was about to change forever—so it was pretty lucky that you’d somehow inherited two children over the course of the past year. You wouldn’t be thanking them any time soon, though. They were still juvenile, petulant little babies who had a whole lot of growing up to do.

 Arm-and-arm with Minkyung, who grabbed Kyungwon to drag along behind the two of you, you made your way through the crowd. You passed Eunwoo and Hansol yucking it up, Yebin grinding with her not-a-fling-but-not-yet-girlfriend, Jihyo and Nayeon showing off their angel and devil costumes to Seungcheol and Jeonghan (Nayeon was the devil, of course.) Somewhere in the crowd, you were sure Momo and Mina were in the middle of a heated dance battle with another couple from their exclusive lesbian squad. They'd dressed up as the tap dancing girls emoji, which had been your idea, not that they'd give you the credit for it.

 "Oh Y/N! I'm so happy to see you!" Minkyung sent you pleading eyes not to murder Seokmin right then and there as his screaming sent spittle flying all over your face. You didn’t, just for her. He threw his arms around your body to engulf you in a bear hug that only two people who had known each other for years, knew each other intimately and personally should share—he was a weird kid. Nice, super nice, but…too nice. Weird. Mingyu, on the other hand, went right by you to get to Kyungwon, which was much more normal and you didn’t mind at all. You’d only met them, what, twice? Three times?

 You tried to shuck Seokmin's arms from around you in as friendly a way as possible, and Minkyung came to your rescue by squeezing in between the two of you and pushing her boyfriend away. Air rushed back into your lungs, free from being crushed by the lively boy, and next on your agenda was getting your hands some liquor—right there behind Kyungwon and Mingyu in a sudden liplock was the table endlessly full of glass bottles and juice to mask the alcohol with and red plastic cups.

 There was a lot more vodka in your drink than the blue punch allowed you to taste, which was exactly what you were going for, and you were already feeling much more light and loose after you downed your first full cup. Had any of your friends been paying attention they might have stopped you from immediately pouring yourself another, but they were too busy with their significant others to pay you any mind—as always.

 So you were a little bitter, how could you not be? You were a strong, independent woman, yes, but...kissing was kind of nice, at least from what you could remember of it. Admittedly, your romantic history was sparse. You'd gotten used to being single, it was just that seeing your friends in happy relationships made you wish you had someone's hand to hold and someone to show off a cute couple's costume with sometimes. Even bad single bitches were allowed to feel lonely every once in awhile.

 "Hello there, are you alright?" And it was in that moment that the clouds parted, and God himself, should he truly exist, shone the light of the sun down on you—well that's what it felt like. It was the middle of the night. But when this new voice chimed in your ear and the sight of this handsome new face came into view, perhaps the stars twinkled a little brighter, excited just for you. This concerned stranger with golden skin that looked warm to the touch, large brown eyes, this darling round nose, and perfectly kissable petal pink lips had come at just the right moment.

 "Oh, I-I'm fine?" Too bad your stupid mouth couldn't keep up with your brain and your heart that were screaming at you not to fuck this up! This was the Prince Charming you'd been waiting for, obviously. He was relieved to hear your answer, running a hand through his dyed bleach blonde hair and letting his pout relax into a grin.

 "Good. It seemed that your mind had wandered off somewhere," he said. Belatedly, you noticed the pointed pearly white fangs he was wearing and the fake blood smeared across his chin, splattered onto the collar of the crisp white button-up he had on beneath a vest made of crushed red velvet. There was a pair of black slacks and shoes to compete the outfit, but what pulled it all together was the cape that he had draped over his shoulders, black lined with a rich, rosy red. You didn't miss the bat brooch pulling his collar together or the cross dangling from the ear, either.

 It was a little embarrassing for you that a cliché, basic Dracula costume could seem so impressive just because it was on a man this beautiful. You weren't used to being reduced to nothing by college boys anymore.

 "It...it did but...I'm back now," you explained, piecing the words together slowly, "I'm Y/N." The good-looking stranger's smile shifted again into something darker, the tips of his fangs peeking out from beneath his upper lip, as he took the hand you held out to him. When he lifted it to place a delicate kiss upon your knuckles, you didn't cringe the way you knew you would have had he been any other guy at this party.

 "My name is Minghao," he offered. You repeated the name in your head a few times, then finally allowed yourself to taste it on your tongue,

 "Hello, Minghao," and it tasted good. That was a name you could get used to saying, could get used to moaning underneath him in bed. The dirty thought gave your cheeks a pink tint that Minghao noticed straight away. He lowered your hand but instead of letting you go, moved to link your fingers with his.

 "Would you like to dance with me?" There was no answer but yes, please, right now, f o r e v e r. He led you away from your friends, deeper into the crowd until you'd reached the exact middle of the yard, and "Disturbia" by Rihanna might as well have been a brilliant waltz with the way Minghao began to twirl and dip you down to the grass. Lucky for you that you were wearing your heavy boots instead of one of the pairs of break-your-neck heels that any of your friends had on with the way you tripped over and over again, but Minghao always scooped you back onto your feet and kept going.

 It was strange, that was for sure. You should have felt embarrassed, and the two of you got your fair share of stiff stares and unkind chuckles thrown your way, but if Minghao didn't mind them than neither did you. It was just like a dream. He never took his eyes off of yours, and he never let go of your hand.

 Well, not until, per standard stereotypical Halloween playlist rules, "Disturbia" faded out into "Thriller". Minghao immediately disengaged from you, grabbed you by your shoulders, and yelled over the opening sound effects, "Oh, shit, I've been waiting for this to come on all night! Stay right here, I've gotta find Chan!" Then he was sprinting through the crowd looking for this so-called Chan and leaving you behind.

 Who...was that person? His name was Minghao, he was dressed as a vampire, and one second he was acting like a Victorian prince straight out of a an old English romance novel but the next he'd reverted right back to the average frat boy you knew he had to be. Still, you waited. At least his sudden shift in behavior was just to excitement and wonder instead of to that of some sleazy fuckboi trying to to get in your pants.

 "It's close to miiidnight and something evil's lurking from the dark…" Michael Jackson was singing as Minghao returned with this short, bright-eyed boy, definitely a freshman, and the pair of them immediately stepped into choreography that there was no way they hadn't prepared beforehand. You honestly didn't know what to do or what to say, just stood with wide disbelieving eyes as they perfectly mirrored each other's moves, a tick of the head here and a two step there and thrusts all over the place.

 And yet the most mystifying part was when Mingyu and Seokmin came jogging over and started dancing, followed by Hansol and Jeonghan and a few other guys from their frat. As shameless as ever, Nayeon threw herself into the mix, picking up on the moves quickly, and Minkyung and Kyungwon stood beside their boyfriends showing them what to do. It was like watching a scene from a cheesy 80's movie play out in real life—too bad you didn't fit into any of the cheesy 80's movie stereotypes.

 The least surprising part was when Momo and Mina ran by you to join the fun, but as soon as they turned and saw you attempting to be nothing more than a peaceful spectator to this performance, Momo grabbed your hand to pull you in. "You know I can't dance," you hissed as Mina grabbed your arms to move into the right position, "God, this is why I hate you guys so much!"

 "You're doing great," you heard Minghao say, and behind Momo there he was, but he was faced away from you pulling off the perfect moonwalk for the crowd. Holy shit, you hoped this was all just a weird dream, because if that wasn't the case you were going insane and imagining the voice of some guy you'd just fucking met in your head.

 You let Mina and Momo puppet you through the whole routine, until the ending narration was echoing through the yard and they let you go. Before you could escape into one of the nearby houses to hide in the bathroom until you woke up, you felt the telltale tug of Minkyung grabbing your sleeve.

 "Minnie, I really can't talk right now," you were saying as you turned around, "I've gotta get out of here, I think I've finally gone off the deep end and made up everything that's happened over the past twenty minutes in my—" She wasn't standing there alone. Seokmin was at her side, of course, so was Kyungwon, and Mingyu was coming up behind her with his arm thrown around Minghao's shoulders, the two laughing like old friends.

 "Y/N! What did you think?" Minghao asked as they approached you, and he was so eager to hear your praise that you couldn't just duck out to make the getaway you so desperately wanted to.

 "It was amazing," you said, and you meant it, even though your heart had been filled with dread and confusion and panic for much of it. And that's when he slammed the final nail down into your metaphorical coffin—the son of a bitch giggled. It was a twinkling sound, one that skipped into your ear and danced around while it embedded itself into your brain, swam through your bloodstream so that it could take a dip in your heart. He giggled and you were gone—gone for him.

 "I know it was kind of silly," he said quietly, so that only you could hear, "but dancing is one my simpler pleasures." The shift back to the language and speaking rhythm of this classic gentleman you'd first met gave you whiplash. At a loss for words, you could only present a soft smile and nod, and let him take your hand back into his. From the corner of your eye, you saw Minkyung's jaw literally drop at the sight—now that you thought about it, she'd never really seen you flirting with or getting any attention from a guy, and especially hadn't seen you turn into complete and utter mush for one.

 Just as she was lurching forward to grab you and demand answers, Minghao whispered, "Would you like to find some place quiet to talk?" into your ear, and he was whisking you away. One of the houses further from all of the action had a porch swing swaying lightly in the breeze that he led you to, and when you were finally alone you had so many questions that you wanted to ask him: Why did he talk like that? How did he know Mingyu? Did he make that Thriller choreography himself? Where did he learn how to waltz? Who was Chan? Why did he dress up as a vampire?

 (He pulled it off, of course, but to settle for a default vampire was kind of lame. Minghao didn't seem lame.)

 You didn't ask any of those questions, though. The two of you settled down onto the swing and he smiled down at you leaned against him and all you could say was, "You're an...interesting guy, Minghao."

 "That's one way of putting it," he laughed, and then his laugh tapered off into a warm, pleasant silence. The swing rocked you back and forth and you might have fallen asleep if Minghao's presence alone didn't make you feel like you were at the end of a live wire, packed with all this energy that only wanted to direct itself into one action—kissing the hell out of him.

 You considered for just a second that maybe he could read your mind when he bent down to bring his face closer to yours, but you quickly abandoned that thought so you could concentrate on only what was so physically him. He had one arm curled around your shoulder to pull you into his chest, and his other hand found its place resting on your thigh. Both of your own hands gripped tight onto the lush fabric of his vest, knuckles turned white with anticipation.

 He was so close, and you let your eyes close just as his lips were about to touch yours...but at the last second, you felt a finger on your chin turning your head to the side, and his nose brushing along your collar. You'd never felt so much before like your heart was going to beat out of your chest as the tip of his nose traced a line along your collarbone from your chest to your shoulder, than back up your shoulder and your neck to your jugular.

 With his nose and lips against your throat, Minghao inhaled as deeply as if he'd just come up after a trip to the bottom of the ocean for that first sweet breath of fresh air.

 You didn't see it happen, didn't feel the swing move or feel his hands slipping from his hold on you—you must have been just that lost in your thoughts and the overwhelming bliss of the moment. One moment Minghao and you were nearly melded into one being beside each other, and the next he was on the opposite end of the porch, breathing as heavily as a marathon runner at the finish line.

 It took a few blinks and steady breaths of your own to disconnect from what had just almost happened and come back to reality, but when you did and saw him gasping and clawing at the air for something to grip onto, you felt a physical ache in your chest. Why did he look so scared?

 "Minghao, are you okay? What happened, what's wrong?" You were back on your feet hurrying over to him, but instead of letting you back him into the corner, Minghao hopped over the banister and landed gracefully back on the grass behind him.

 "Did I...did I do something wrong?" You asked, because that's what it fucking seemed like if he couldn't so much as bear to be within two feet of you all of a sudden. He was backing up slowly, wiping his palms against his pockets, stammering and grasping for any words to explain himself to you. You would have run off of the porch to chase after him, but you had a strange feeling that the moment you turned your back, he'd disappear.

 "No, of course not," he stressed, "you didn't do a single thing wrong. I just...I just, um...I remembered something really important and I have to leave. Now. Right now." You wanted to say that you couldn't believe it, but the pesky part of your brain that knew just how repulsive you could be to the opposite sex was singing I told you so! I told you so! You'd been trying to quiet it to control your nerves this whole time, but...well, it really had told you so.

 "Please, don't look so sad," Minghao said before you even realized you were frowning and glowing red with embarrassment and there were potentially tears building at the corner of your eye, "it was really so special to meet you here tonight, Y/N. I mean it." And with that, he was gone, bolting around the house and into the dark instead of back towards the party.

 The mocking chant in your head died down at once. There was something about Minghao, about the way he spoke. At least to you, it was clear when what he was saying was the truth or a lie. 'I remembered something really important and I have to leave right now,' was an obvious excuse for...something. But 'It was special to meet you tonight, I mean it'? You'd never heard anybody sound so honest before.

 You untied your bandana from around your head to dab away your useless tears, and felt a steely resolve settle into your chest as you walked back to your friends and remembered: Kyungwon had mentioned another party that she was meeting Mingyu at tomorrow night. Maybe Minghao would be there, and you definitely would be, too.

Fri., October 6th, 2017 @ Green Heights Residential Complex, 3:46 P.M.

 "I can't believe you're going to that party," Minkyung whined from where she was curled up on her couch, "that party that he's going to be at." You ignored her while you spooned the comfort ramen you'd rushed over to make for her into a few bowls for the two of you and Kyungwon, who was sitting on the counter speaking in hushed tones over the phone with Mingyu. The two of them couldn't go a single afternoon without drama.

 "First of all, you broke up with him, so how is he the bad guy?" You asked as you set her helping down in front of her on the coffee table. She slid down onto the floor and immediately started slurping noodles into your mouth, not bothering to thank you or answer your very reasonable question. Which was fine, that was just how you knew that she knew you were right.

 "Secondly, ex-boyfriend of yours or not, Seokmin is a decent dude. I'm not going to put him on some blacklist to avoid like the plague just because you decided you think he's gay or something," you continued. Minkyung huffed into her bowl, making the broth splatter over the rim and onto the table. Trained as you were, you reached over to wipe it up with your own napkin.

 "You should have seen him with that Soonyoung guy!" You had seen him with 'that Soonyoung guy', whom he introduced to both of you as one of his best friends. They had gotten into an argument with each other about which one of them looked more handsome in their costumes, which you hadn't even realized were a pair before you saw them together—Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy. Seokmin thought the clam shell bra accentuated Soonyoung's figure—you knew because he'd said so approximately thirty times.

 Soonyoung, for his part, gushed over how the blue latex of Seokmin's gloves really brought out the color of his brown eyes. They truly belonged together.

 "Maybe they're just good friends?" You said, "Or maybe he's bisexual? Or pan? I don't know, Minkyung, but you made an assumption and I'm not gonna judge the guy based on your crazy ideas." You were leaning more towards him having an attraction to men than not. There was something about the way he'd slapped Soonyoung's ass at one point that seemed explicitly non-platonic.

 "Last and most importantly," you concluded around a mouthful of chicken, "is that it's not his party and I'm not going for him."

 "Then why are you going? You don't even like parties, you just go there to babysit us," Kyungwon made a good point as she came back into the room with her phone tucked between her ear and her shoulder and her bowl of ramen cradled safely in her arms. She dropped down onto the couch where Minkyung had been, throwing her legs into your lap, and waited expectantly for your answer.

 You weren't going to give her one, of course, especially not with Mingyu on the phone since he and Minghao were apparently so chummy. All you could do was shrug and stuff your mouth full to avoid having to explain yourself.

 "It's because of that guy! The one who started the Thriller dance!" Minkyung was hopping around on her toes at the realization, self-pity and irritation forgotten as she remembered seeing you disappear with Minghao. Somehow it had slipped her mind until just now, since she hadn't mentioned it at all once you returned to the party after he left. Actually, that had been around the time that Soonyoung made an appearance and ruined her night.

 "What guy? Is she talking about Minghao?" You heard, just barely, from the speaker of Kyungwon's phone. The name sparked a light in her eyes that struck fear in your poor old heart. With reflexes you didn't even know you had, you managed to safely put your bowl down before flinging yourself on top of your friend, grabbing her phone, punching the red button that you knew would end her call, and throwing it behind you somewhere, anywhere away from her.

 "Oh, my god," she didn't even care that you'd done all of that, and that was how you knew you were really in for it, "you're into Xu Minghao."

 "Wait, the Chinese exchange guy? The astronomy major? That's who you were with last night?" It was unfair the way all those tidbits of information slapped you in the face and rendered you unable to make a hasty retreat while they all three were filed away in your brain. So far you knew all of this about Minghao: His last name was Xu, he was an astronomy major, he was from China, he could dance, and he talked funny. It didn't seem like enough to make your heart race the way it did any time you thought of that giggle or the feeling of his nose running along your collarbone.

 "She was with him!? When!? What were they doing!?" The conversation went on around you, Minkyung explaining Minghao seeking your approval of his dance, the way you ran off together, and...the way you came back alone not too long later, and Minghao wasn't spotted again for the rest of the night.

 "What was that all about?" She asked, settling down at the edge of the table in front of you and going into concerned guardian mode. It was rare that she did, and it always made you super uncomfortable to see her eyebrows knitted together that way and the worried frown against her cheeks.

 "He ran off," you relented, "we were about to kiss and then, he just...I don't know. He got spooked and left." Minkyung sighed, taking your hand in hers and hooking an arm around your neck to bring you into a hug. Her cooing and awwing like you were a child was kind of annoying, but you appreciated that she cared about something that happened to you for once instead of all her own made up problems.

 In contrast, Kyungwon laughed.

 "So you're going to the party to show him what he missed out on," she decided, and you would have told her how dead-wrong she was, but your face was smooshed against Minkyung's chest and you couldn't get a word out, "I have just the costume for you to wear. He'll regret bailing on you like that."

Fri., October 6th, 2017 @ Delta Omega Delta House, 8:59 P.M.

 As expected, you felt fucking ridiculous. Ridiculous, exposed, embarrassed, angry at Kyungwon (as always), angry at Minghao for starting all of this, angry at the world for letting Britney Spears' "...Baby One More Time" happen in the first place. You'd walked into this building less than five minutes ago and already two guys had tugged on your pigtails, one of them had grabbed your ass beneath your tiny black skirt, and the wolf whistles were getting out of hand. Tonight you hated your life.

 At least the guy who grabbed your ass had been shoved up against the wall and threatened by Mingyu. If you had to walk around a frat party like this, you were glad to have a big guy there to back you up, even though you were pretty sure he'd never actually hurt anybody. Maybe he'd punch someone for you if he had to, but he'd definitely cry about it afterwards.

 "You look hot," Kyungwon said, "stop frowning like that." It was physically impossible for you to smile at a time like this, when it felt like everyone's eyes were on you judging the way you pudged out of the cropped white button-up knotted together just beneath your chest and the way you stumbled in the patent black pumps you'd been forced into. It kind of felt like you'd be telling your therapist about this night years from now, recalling the way all of your anxieties and fears had culminated in those one awful moment.

 "Y/N?" And then, like a sun ray in the dark, Minghao was in front of you to make everything okay. You were frozen a few feet away from him, but Kyungwon assisted you with a violent shove from behind until you were tumbling into his arms. He scanned your face with hard eyes, taking immediate notice of your shallow breaths and the way your own eyes were glossed over. Twice in as many nights now that you'd almost cried in front of him—how humiliating.

 Once he'd finished his assessment, he immediately righted you and brought you into the kitchen, out of the spotlight. There were still plenty of people there to gawk at you, but significantly less of them. Minghao grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge, then ushered you into the corner of the counter so that he could stand in front of you and shield you from your audience.

 "Breathe, love," he instructed you, "deep, steady breaths. Don't be frightened." He was petting your hair back out of your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands after he handed you the bottle of water. You held it to your chest, and it was freezing to the touch but at least you could focus on that instead of the black closing in around your eyes. With the guidance of Minghao's gentle touches and his firm voice, you were anchored back to reality and found your way out of the fog of panic.

 "Take a drink," he suggested, and you gulped down half the bottle. The whirring in your ears died down to become the bass of whatever song was playing in the background, the dull roar of party-goers’ conversations happening all around you. You realized no one was looking at you anymore, and it occurred to you that most of the stares had probably been because you were having an anxiety attack in the middle of a frat party—you felt so stupid.

 Minghao was having none of that—"You're not stupid," he said, "you were just scared, but it's over now. I've got you." Had you said that out loud? You must have. You relaxed with his words. Another thing to add to the list of things that you knew about Xu Minghao: he was the calm in the storm.

 As reassured as you felt, a sudden wave of embarrassment washed over you as it sunk in: you'd just almost had an anxiety attack. In the middle of a frat party. In front of Minghao. And he had to ease you out of it...so much for looking sexy and making him regret leaving you alone last night.

 The suffocating feeling that you were going to die was gone, only to be replaced by mortification. It was like when Minkyung comforted you, but so much worse—it only happened because you were so weak and pitiful. But at least the shame wasn't debilitating, and you were able to squeeze out of the tiny space Minghao had put you in and get away from him.

 "Uh," you started, with no idea what you wanted to say, making it up as you went, "thanks. For that. I should...I should go." There was a part of you that hoped Minghao felt like you had felt when he abandoned you last night, and then there was the larger part of you that figured he was relieved he wouldn't have to handle a girl on the verge of a mental breakdown for the rest of the night and could just enjoy the party. The look on his face as you walked away didn't give away which of those inclinations were true.

 "I'll walk you to the door," was all he said, and he did just that. Mingyu perked up when he saw the two of you come out of the kitchen together, pointing you out to Kyungwon, but she recognized the look on your face and felt her heart sink. The couple was coming up behind you as Minghao opened the door to let you out, and Mingyu was complaining about having to leave already before Kyungwon elbowed him in the gut to shut him up.

 "Get home, then," Minghao sighed against your forehead when he leaned down to press a gentle kiss there, "sleep well." You didn't say thank you, you didn't say goodbye, you just turned on your heel and rushed down the steps towards Mingyu's car so that Minghao wouldn't see you start to cry.

 Why were you crying now? You couldn't decide if it was because you'd blown it with Minghao or because you embarrassed yourself in front of everyone at the party or because your feet fucking hurt in these shoes. Maybe it was because it'd been a long time since someone was that sweet to you, but he didn't even ask you to stay. He seemed pretty eager to get you out the door.

 Mingyu didn't say anything when you were dropped off outside of your apartment building, letting Kyungwon do all the talking. She wouldn’t stop apologizing for putting you in that situation and making you uncomfortable, and that only made you feel worse. You were just about to wave her off so they could get back to the party, climb up into your apartment and stew in your self-pity, when she added, "But he's totally into you, you know that, right? Oh my God, that look on his face when he first saw you."

 You hated her. You hated her so, so much for making you hopeful. You hated her for reminding you that there was another party the next night. You hated her for telling you she had an idea for a different costume—something cute, not alienating and crippling like this one. You hated her for making you promise that you'd be there for her to pick you up at 6 so that you could get ready with her tomorrow. You hated her.

Sat., October 7th, 2017 @ Club Nebula, 10:07 P.M.

 "I don't think he's here," you said, again, for the thousandth time. Minkyung glared at you over her shoulder, then turned around fully to fix the cat ears tucked into your hair when she noticed they were askew.

 "I know he's here, Y/N," Kyungwon said from ahead of you both, "Mingyu came here with him." It was a wonder you could hear her over the mix-up of "Despacito" and "Ghostbusters" blaring through the packed little club, but when you did you could only wonder why she didn't text and ask where he was, then. The three of you had been wandering around looking for them for the past half hour. Admittedly, you'd stopped to get drinks and dance a few times, if the music moved you.

 You were back to your normal self—you couldn't for the life of you understand what the fuck had happened last night. Realistically, you knew there was no reason for you to overreact like that. Your brain was just doing it's own thing, as usual.

 In your little black babydoll dress, cat ears, lace choker with the bell, and whiskers and pretty pink nose painted onto your face, you felt much more relaxed. Although your hope that he was even there was dwindling, you hoped you could fix whatever it was you had with Minghao. You'd promise that you didn't normally freak out like you had, because you didn't. You were always the one who had to be cool under pressure. And in this fantasy, he'd accept that as fact. He wouldn't bail and the two of you would bone tonight.

 A girl could dream.

 "Oh, there's Mingyu!" There he was indeed—it was a wonder you hadn't been able to find him this whole time with the way his head on top of his freakishly tall body stuck out above the crowd. You made your over to him at a booth in the corner, where he was stationed with some of your other friends. There was Hansol and Eunwoo wrapped up in each other, and Nayeon thrown across Jeonghan's lap, but no Minghao in sight.

 There was, however, a very pale Seokmin whose wide-eyed gaze was stuck on Minkyung. She hadn't noticed him yet, as she poked Mingyu in the chest and demanded to know where his Chinese friend was.

 "I dunno, I told him you guys were here and he went to dance," Mingyu shrugged, but sent a sympathetic look over her shoulder at you. You looked away, redirecting your gaze back to the mass of bodies you'd just powered your way through. "The Monster Mash" was playing—now that you thought about it, it had been playing when you got to the party last night, too. A third time around, you didn't enjoy it any more than before.

 "I'll go find him," you told Kyungwon, putting your brave face on, and reentering the swarm of sweaty, smelly ghosts and Pennywises and slutty nurses and Donald Trumps. You encountered plenty of cats along the way, too, but no "...Baby One More Time" era Britney Spears costumes. There weren't any Rosie the Riveters, either.

 "Here, k-kitty kitty," you heard at the same time as you felt someone tug on the tail that Kyungwon had stuck onto your skirt. You would have slapped him, or at the very least smacked his hand away—but when you saw the guy, you just felt bad for him. He wasn't bad looking at all, but he was wearing a bright yellow sweater, dark denim overalls, and a yellow beanie with blue goggles glued onto it. The poor son of a bitch was dressed as a minion.

 "Wanna dance?" He was also very, very drunk, stumbling on his feet, nearly ending up on the floor a few times in just the thirty seconds you'd been watching him. You grabbed the beer out of his hand and chucked it into a nearby trash can, then got an arm around his shoulders to take him over to sit.

 "What's your name, dude?" You asked once you'd gotten him out of the crowd, and through a boxy smile he told you, "I-I'm...hic...Kim Tae-Taehyung." Taehyung flopped down into the chair you found for him, then made grabby hands at you as you backed away from him.

 "Nooo, stay with me," he begged, but your sights were already back on the club's horizon, scanning for that familiar head of bleach blonde hair.

 "Stay right here until one of your friends finds you, alright? No more beer," you told him, "promise no more beer and I'll give you my number." He slurred out the promise faster than any normal drunk person should have been able to speak, and you rewarded him with a fake number scribbled down onto the palm of his hand. He was cute, but he was a mess. Not to mention you had already accidentally fallen head-over-heels for some other guy you barely knew. There was no time or space or energy in you for Kim Taehyung.

 It was only two steps back into the masses before you saw it. She was sitting at the bar with her pretty caramel-colored hair curled out of her face, her pom-poms forgotten on the counter top beside her drink, her tiny cheer skirt spread across legs split for Minghao to nestle himself in between. You could tell it was him thanks to the black cape hanging off his shoulders and the velvet vest and the telltale blonde hair—not because you could see his face.

 No, his face was buried in the crook of her neck doing God know's what to get her making that expression, eyes screwed shut and jaw hanging slack and all. You looked away before you could decide whether he was kissing or licking or biting, before you could see exactly where his hands were. Bile bubbled up in your throat, tasting like the buttery nipple you'd thrown back with the girls when you first got here.

 The girls. Kyungwon. You would end her. You desperately wished she had never brought you here, had never given you false hope. You wished that you could go back in time and stay curled up in your bed feeling sorry for yourself instead of getting all dolled up again and making the drive downtown.

 "I'll take you up on that dance, actually," you blurted out as you stalked back over to Taehyung, because fuck Minghao. Okay, so he wasn't your boyfriend. He wasn't even your friend, really. But what gave him the right to go fooling around with other girls when he didn't even know you were there and had no accountability towards you? What a piece of shit.

 So you danced with Taehyung, who miraculously managed to stay on his feet the whole time, and tried very hard to ignore the fact that he was dressed up as a minion. At some point, you "accidentally" knocked the yellow goggled beanie off of his head, which made it a little bit easier. And he was a good dancer, even if he couldn't keep his mouth shut for a full sixty seconds.

 "I was...was ssseven-years-old when my h-hamster escaped and...and got eaten by a ssstray c-cat," he informed you as he ground his dick against your ass, "that was the day I...hic...I truly learned about life 'nd death." You nodded if only so that he wouldn't ask ten times in a row if you were actually listening to him, as you'd learned he would do without any acknowledgement.

 "That's great, Taehyung," you monotoned at him, turning to wrap your arms around his neck and grind against his front. He could barely talk, but the guy could body roll like a pro. Over his shoulder, you saw that Minghao and his mystery girl were long gone. It had been over a dozen songs since you and Taehyung started dancing, after all. Apparently that girl was worth taking home, you snarked instead of letting yourself feel self-conscious about it.

 Of course, it wasn't just that simple to not feel self-conscious about it. What did she have that you didn't? Well, perfect hair, for one. And probably decent mental health, for another. Only a girl with decent mental health could have hair that well-styled and maintained.

 "Hey," you leaned forward to say close to Taehyung so that he could actually hear you, interrupting his story about the day his sister got his first period and he learned about womanhood or something, "can we kiss now?" You figured it would distract you, and drunk or not, with a face as pretty as his, you figured Taehyung had to be a good kisser.

 He didn't need to be asked twice, he barely even needed a moment to register the question before he attached his lips to yours. They were soft, that was for sure, if a little chapped. And his kiss was kind of...slimy. Then again, it had been awhile since you properly kissed somebody, so maybe you'd forgotten exactly what a kiss was supposed to feel like (you didn't think so, but you were willing to give Taehyung the benefit of the doubt).

 But it just felt wrong. Kissing anybody but Minghao felt like a betrayal to your own heart, which was screaming at you to leave this club and find that asshole wherever he was and hand over the lips that were rightfully his.

 Your brain rebelled at the thought—your lips weren't Minghao's. Your heart wasn't Minghao's, your soul wasn't Minghao's. He was some guy that you'd literally met barely 48 hours ago and there was absolutely no reason you should feel so hopelessly attached to him.

 So you kissed Taehyung harder and tried to forget about everything else. Maybe if you cocked your head just so, teased a little tongue, ran your fingers through his hair, this would feel halfway nice? Maybe you could let him consume you and make the world melt away the way that Minghao had when he was barely even touching you?

 "You taste like...salmon," Taehyung informed you the moment you had to break away for air, and yeah, this just wasn't gonna work. One grumbled curse under your breath and Uber request later, the two of you were spread out in the back of a Prius desperately trying not to throw up on this poor guy's floor. He kept nervously glancing at you in his rear view mirror, ready to pull over and drag you out of his car at less than a moment's notice.

 "You're a nice guy, Taehyung," you told him as he leaned against your shoulder, every once in a while letting his eyelashes flutter in an attempt to stay awake, "and you're really hot. Sorry I'm just not into you like that."

 "H-Hey, there's...there's a back road up there onnn...the left. It'll make the...hic...the drive like five minutes shorter," Taehyung said to the driver. You were substantially less drunk than he was, and figured you should get him home safe and sound before you, "and as for...as for you. Th-That's...okay. 'm not sssuper into g-girls...hic...a-anyways."

 You didn't feel guilty leaving him dumped out on his driveway after that. To be fair, you didn't take off until you'd pounded on the door enough to wake up his roommate to let him know Taehyung was there, and you left him your real number. He really was a good guy. You figured he'd make a pretty good friend after you tore him a new asshole for fucking around with girls heads like that.

 Not that you were any better using him to try and distract yourself from Minghao but...he didn't ever have to know about that.

[1:03 A.M.] Unknown: heu

[1:03 A.M.] Unknown: heu?

[1:03 A.M.] Unknown: heu heu heu. Y/N

[1:04 A.M.] You: stop texting me taehyung

[1:04 A.M.] Dumbass: jsut wanted too say thhnaks

[1:06 A.M.] Dumbass: heu................................................who ws that gyu u kTOE starring st........................teh one at the b ar......wsa he ur ex r sehtm,thin...............is taht wyh you sa id u wr;ent into em

 Shutting your phone off was almost cathartic. With the go-ahead from your driver, you rolled your windows down and smelled the garbage piled up underneath the highway and even this shitty moment was better than any moment back at the club or any moment you might have spent explaining who Minghao was to Taehyung.

 You decided you would forget the last few days ever happened. The dumb lace choker, well that was Kyungwon's, so you dropped it into your purse after you unlatched it from around your neck. When you did that, you saw the wet naps littered at the bottom of your bag, and used those to wipe off the ridiculous whiskers and nose painted across your face. The annoying ears and tail, well those you'd bought at the dollar store today for two bucks and change. With absolutely no concern for the world around you, you flung them both out the window (you'd feel bad about that later).

 Clearly, the last three nights had been some sort of glitch in your timeline. All you had to do to right the world's axis was return to your normal routine tomorrow morning and convince your friends to let all of this Minghao nonsense go—easy enough. Back to being the bad ass single bitch it was, then.

Thurs., October 12th, 2017 @ the corner of South and Porter, 8:26 P.M.

 "Get out of my car," Taehyung repeated himself for the eighth time (you were counting). Said car was off, and you were tucked comfortably into the passenger's seat. Taehyung had already gotten out and was leaned in where you'd left the window wide open on your side, thinking of all the ways that he could kill you right now...there were probably a dozen ways he could end it with nothing but the keys in his hands and some patience.

 You'd deserve it. When he asked you to meet up for coffee a couple of days after your failed make out at the club, he probably hadn't expected for the sad single girl to latch onto him like you had. What could you say—you were going through a strange time in your life. You'd never felt quite this way before, so torn up over a guy for no particular reason.

 And Taehyung, bless him, was kind enough to go on with whatever you needed at any given moment. Sunday morning you'd told him that you wanted to put everything Minghao-related of the weekend far behind you and move on, and after forcing a thorough explanation out of you, he was on board. When you sent an early morning text on Monday recanting all of your previous statements about forgetting Minghao, he was fine with that, too.

 He'd never known someone who could change their mind as many times and as quickly as you did, though, and keeping up with whether or not he had to be pro or anti-Minghao at any given moment was proving to be difficult. Just a half hour ago when he picked you up to bring you to this party, you'd been deadset on finding Minghao and hashing things out with him, but now you'd anchored yourself to his passengers seat and currently stood at never wanting to see Minghao's beautiful stupid face every again.

 At least that's what he thought you were trying to convey to him with your wild hand gestures and angry groans behind lips sealed tight. If he'd known you were planning on dressing up as a mime (so that you'd have an excuse not to talk to Minghao if and when you changed your mind about wanting to hash things out!), he never would have agreed to come along with you.

 He had no other choice than to put the muscles that Jungkook—one of his roommates, you'd learned—had cultivated in his arms and legs to good use dragging you out of the car by force. Because he was Taehyung, he was especially careful not to scratch you against the metal or bump your head on the door as he did so. This friend you'd known for less than a week was so much nicer to you than the ones you'd known for years.

 Momo and Mina were jealous of him already, mostly because they lived in your fucking head and just knew there was something Taehyung knew about you that they didn't. That's why they'd suggested you bring him along. Unbeknownst to either of you, he was soon to get the third degree from the most aggressive of lesbian power couples.

 But for now things were relatively pleasant. Taehyung liked skinship, apparently, and was happy to platonically hold your hand as the two of you approached the house—Jackson Wang's place, you were pretty sure. You didn't know him that well, he was a friend of a friend of a friend of Momo's, but you did know that he was a nice guy who everybody liked and who liked everybody right back, so you weren't worried about showing up uninvited to his party.

 Evidently Taehyung was also really good at forgiving and forgetting, since the car hostage incident from less than two whole minutes ago was already far from his mind. "Jackson's a Chinese exchange student, too, so Minghao will definitely be here," he told you, "ready for that?"

 You sent him a thumbs-up just as the door swung open and the man, the myth, the legend Jackson Wang himself, welcomed you inside. For being someone so well-liked, the obnoxious stripper cop costume he had on really caught you off-guard, but at least he had the pecs and the abs to back it up.

 "Make yourself at home, guys," he said without even getting your names, already half-swallowed whole by the horde of dancers in his living room again, "please don't fuck in my bed, though."

 Jackson was already gone, but just for you, Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows and purred, "I can't make any promises."

 Of all four things to do—get a drink, start dancing, head outside to smoke, or get in line for the beer pong tournament going on in the basement—Taehyung chose beer pong. "The Monster Mash" started in the living room just as you closed the door to the basement behind you and you thanked God for the dodged bullet. Once this Hell month was over, you'd do everything in your power to make sure you never heard that song again.

 There were way too many people shoved into the room and too few of them that you knew, so you stayed glued to Taehyung's side as he waited. When he asked if you were going to be his partner, you shook your head frantically—there was absolutely no way that was happening. And when he asked why, you demonstrated 'why' for him by grabbing a beer cap off the floor and trying to throw it into the trash can that was barely three feet away. It was unnatural the way it flew right out of your hand and backwards, hitting whoever was standing behind you in the face.

 You turned around with every intention of apologizing, truly, but as luck would have it your latest victim was none other than Minghao, rubbing the tip of his nose gently over the saddest pout on his lips. Mingyu was bent down next to him, picking up the bottle cap and looking up with venomous rage.

 "Why would you throw this at---oh! Y/N! What's up what are you doing here? Who's this?" Rather than let you answer any of his questions, Mingyu held out a hand to introduce himself to Taehyung. You hadn't known Taehyung very long, but you'd already learned enough about him to know that he was somebody who instantly became everybody's best friend. Mingyu liked him immediately, you could tell by the bro-hug.

 "Wait, do you live with Jungkook?" Taehyung's eyes lit up at the mention of his roommate, one who he had spent hours gassing up to you already in the less than a week you'd been friends, and he replied, "Yeah! He's one of my best friends!" Up to that point you'd kept yourself focused on Mingyu and Taehyung, pointedly ignoring Minghao who didn't bother saying anything to you, either, but it was kind of hard to keep ignoring him when Mingyu brought him directly into the conversation.

 "Minghao! Taehyung lives with Jungkook! You just hung out with him yesterday, didn't you? Playing games at that internet cafe," Mingyu nudged his friend to speak up, and the word slithered out of Minghao's mouth much more quietly and with much less enthusiasm than Mingyu had,

 "Yes." That was all he said, too. The other boys waited a beat longer for him to expand upon that, but Minghao stared back at them blankly until they continued their conversation without him. For what it was worth, Taehyung squeezed your hand that he was still holding as acknowledgement after hearing Minghao's name. You squeezed back to confirm—yes, this quiet, weird, handsome guy dressed up as a vampire was the Minghao.

 "Hey lovebirds, you're up," someone announced as they tapped your shoulder, and Taehyung finally let go of you and wrapped up with Mingyu so that he could turn to the group amassed to watch and ask who would be his partner. Some guy with blue hair stumbled forward, "I'm only doing this because I can't find anymore beer in the kitchen," and the round began.

 The new guy's name was Yoongi. He didn't offer that up on his own, no, Taehyung had to squeeze it out of him, and after that he didn't say much. The two guys on the opposite end of the table, who'd won their past four games, were apparently named Yugyeom and 'BamBam.' They easily got their first ball in, and Yoongi was happy to drink the first half cup of beer. When it was their turn and Taehyung stepped up to take the shot, Yoongi grabbed his wrist before he could.

 "I was a basketball player in high school," he said coolly, "watch how it's done." It would have been funny if it wasn't so sad—Yoongi bent his knees to crouch down eye-level with the cups, lifted his hand to toss it towards the middle of the table, obviously going for a bounce shot...but the ball just fell once and rolled away. There were few times you'd ever seen a man look so devastated in your life.

 "It's okay, Yoongs! We'll get it next time!" Taehyung encouraged him.

 "Call me 'Yoongs' again and I'll rip your balls off," Yoongi warned.

 "So Y/N," Mingyu popped up beside you as the game went on, "how do you know Taehyung?" You narrowed your eyes at him, thinking for a moment on his motives. He was Kyungwon's boyfriend and he knew that you had a weird thing going on with Minghao, but Minghao was one of his friends. Whose side was he on? And then you were mentally backtracking because there weren't sides, of course. No one had done anything wrong, you, least of all.

 Relief flushed over you as you remembered—your costume. You were a mime. You didn't have to say anything. With an exaggerated sweep of your arm, you directed Mingyu's attention to your outfit. He might have recognized the black-and-white striped top as his girlfriend's, and the suspenders holding up your black jeans were Momo's. Mina had offered up the black beret on your head and done your makeup, too.

 "Okay, so you're not gonna talk," Mingyu deduced, "have you known him a long time?" You shook your head. "Weeks or months?" You shook your head. "Days?" Nod. Behind Mingyu, you heard Minghao scoff and tried to temper the simmering ire in your belly at the audacity.

 "Wait—is he the minion you went home with?" You wiggled your eyebrows at him in a poor imitation of the way Taehyung had earlier. When he did it, it was funny, obviously a joke. When you did it, it just seemed creepy.

 "Excuse me? And when was this?" Minghao elbowed himself in front of Mingyu to ask, and Mingyu was shoving Minghao back to the side demanding to know, "Did you sleep with him? Is he even straight?" As it was, whether or not you slept with Taehyung and whenever it might have happened was none of their business. You shrugged and pulled your fingers across the seam of your lips to indicate zipping them closed.

 "I won't play this game, Y/N," Minghao scolded you like your father would have, "what evening did you go home with this 'Taehyung' and—" Before he could complete his intrusive question, two groans rang out in harmony across the pong table and Taehyung was screaming at the top of his lungs, jumping up and down in place. Even Yoongi was smirking some, watching Yugyeom pluck a ball out from one of their cups and chugging the lukewarm beer.

 Which was kind of gross. You were doubly glad you hadn’t played if these neanderthals were going to play the rules so literally.

 "Y/N! Did you see that!" Taehyung cried, whirling around to face you, and when you held out a hand for a high five, he scooped you into a hug, instead. You could feel the heat of Minghao's stare on your back.

 "Don't look now," Taehyung whispered into your ear, "but I think lover boy is about to combust. Wanna give him a show?" The next fifteen minutes went exactly according to your unspoken plan: once Taehyung made the first strike, he and Yoongi crushed the other team. Every time Taehyung landed a shot, after you'd properly overdone your applause, he would demand another hug or a kiss on the cheek, and every time you got close enough to him, he would explain how much angrier Minghao looked.

 When Yugyeom and Bambam had one cup left, Taehyung beckoned you closer before he made his final shot. "I want a kiss for good luck," he pouted, but when you went to give him another kiss on the cheek, he leaned away.

 "Nope, that's not what I meant," he giggled. Any one of the other girls in this room would have jumped at the chance to lay one on Kim Taehyung right now—you could see some of them tense, watching closely, at the ready in case you denied his request. They would get that opportunity, you thought, because you'd have to tell him no. The only other option was to kiss him and feel your own heart and brain fighting against you the whole time.

 Not to mention, you could physically feel Minghao's warring emotions behind you as if they were your own. It was a dubious mix of wrath, shame, hurt. Whether he had any sort of romantic interest in you or not, it was upsetting to watch you show off with Taehyung in front of him. He wasn't stupid. He knew that you were doing this to get back at him, he just didn't know exactly what for.

 You opened your mouth to speak your first word of the night, a firm "No," but then Taehyung was pressing the tiny plastic ball in his fingers against your lips. "I meant for the ball, dumbie," he laughed, making a quick save. At ease, you gave the ball a peck and stepped back to give Taehyung room.

 The room was silent as he came to the edge of the table, closed one eye and bit his lip in deep concentration—but you only heard the cheers from halfway up the stairs as you were dragged out of there. You were presented with the sight of a half-naked Jackson leading a conga line when Minghao threw the basement door open, and it was going right by, closing you in between the door and Minghao's back.

 You tapped his shoulder once, twice, three times, over and over and over again waiting for him to turn and explain himself to you, but he was just as silent as you'd been all night. You knew...you knew that you should have felt the anger, the indignation. And you could sense it coming from Minghao, but as you pressed your head against his shoulder blade and breathed in his scent—earthy, but scorched like firewood—any thoughts of revenge and resentment were silenced. Your heart was calm.

 Finally the conga line passed, and more slowly, you followed Minghao out into the backyard where it was quiet. A few party-goers were passing around a blunt by a bonfire further out, but you and Minghao just settled down onto the steps. You watched him closely, watched the way he flexed his fingers against each other and worried his brow, searching for the right words to express whatever it was he wanted to tell you. When he couldn't come up with anything, he let out the breath he'd been holding all night, shrugged, and leaned back against the wall. Defeated.

 "You don't have to be jealous," you spoke for the first time, and Minghao looked over at you with large disbelieving eyes, "Taehyung's mostly gay." Another moment of silence passed as you watched Minghao process this information. He open and closed his mouth a few times, as if he was answering his own questions in his head before he could ask them of you.

 "We didn't sleep together, either," you filled in the blanks, and finally watched the tension flush out of his body with the way his shoulders dropped and his forehead smoothed. There it was again—that giggle that made your heart thump harder against your ribcage. Seven days since you'd heard that giggle were seven days too long.

 "I wasn't jealous," Minghao lied after he cleared his throat and fixed his expression back into something blank and unreadable, "there's nothing to be jealous of. You aren't my beloved, nor am I yours." But you are. I wish I was. You couldn’t bring yourself to say as much.

 Still. Here Minghao was at your side, talking to you, not running away or encouraging distance between the two of you. He was smiling and he didn't move when you leaned your head against his shoulder.

 Tonight, this was enough.

Fri., October 13th, 2017 @ A Big Rock in the Middle of Woods, 11 P.M.

 You liked to drink, of course. Liquor was just so good at taking the edge off or helping ease the stress of a bad day. That being said, you didn't make a habit out of getting drunk, not anymore at least. A few times blacking out and waking up in a puddle of your own puke on the floor had turned you off to that long before you turned 21.

 What made tonight any different you weren't sure, but that party back there had been so boring. Momo and Mina tried to convince you not to go, and you knew that none of your friends would be there, but you'd still held out hope that Minghao would make an appearance. You'd even felt particularly good about your costume—a dark red top that you'd yellow-duck-taped the Wonder Woman logo onto the chest of, a gold belt around your navy skirt to match the gold headband holding your hair back. You'd gone so far as to dig some silver star stickers from the bottom of a desk drawer to slap all over your skirt. You knew that you looked cute, and you wanted Minghao to know it, too.

 He hadn't shown up. So you drowned out your rising anxieties about being at this party alone and the chance that maybe last night was your last night, maybe he had pulled off his greatest disappearance, maybe you'd never see him again—with some rum and cokes. And there was a lot more rum than coke in your cup at all times, and no one to stop you from drinking it.

 You had no idea when or how you'd wandered into these woods, either. A very fuzzy memory of walking outside and seeing them across the street from the sorority house hung around at the edge of your thoughts but never cleared up well enough for you to remember why you'd gone into them. What you could remember very clearly, though, was putting your phone behind a fish tank inside because you didn't have any pockets and you wanted to dance...but never picking it back up.

 Now all you could do was sit on this big rock until you sobered up or the sun rose and hope you didn't die. You weren't sure if it was lucky or very unfortunate that you were too inebriated to be properly scared, too. Sure, the fear was there, but subdued behind the sick beat you could hear in your head that made you just want to fucking dance. Then again, that beat might have been the pulsing of a killer headache building slowly.

 The only thing that really bothered you was that you were cold. It was dark and predators could be lurking in any direction, but you just wanted a jacket. You wanted a jacket so bad that you were worried you might start crying again. You really didn't want to cry. You'd cried too much in the past week.

 "You have such a way of getting yourself into trouble, silly girl," and even though your drunk brain was just imagining it, his voice warmed you from the inside out. Like a true crazy person, you replied out loud to Imaginary Minghao, "I like you...lot. You...'re...so nice. Ssso...warm."

 "I like you a lot, too, darling," you imagined he'd say, "now hop up and let me lead the way out of here." There was no explaining how you found your way back to the road after that, or the car that was conveniently waiting to drive you home when you did, or how your phone was waiting on your bedside table in the morning even though you were absolutely certain you'd never set foot back in the sorority house. It woke you up playing "The Monster Mash."

 You chalked it up to a lot of good fortune, and thought that maybe you'd had your phone on you all along. But the warmth settled into your chest all day—that couldn't be explained. Maybe Minghao wasn't as far away as you thought.

Sat., October 14th, 2017 @ Abandoned K-Mart Parking Lot, 9:53 P.M.

 "There's nothing for us to run into out here," Nayoung sighed in relief as she climbed out of the back of Seungcheol's truck, slipping her trusty sunglasses on to once again complete the Three Blind Mice outfit. Kyungwon and Minkyung came out after her, but neither was giving up hold on the walking stick they were fighting over.

 "There are parking blocks, actually," you pointed out, "bright yellow. Hard to trip over unless you're some asshole wearing sunglasses in the dark." Kyungwon got the upper hand just in time to raise the walking stick to hit you again, but Minkyung grabbed her arm to stop her. You heard a small "Remember what happened last time," and felt proud of the fear you instilled in their little hearts. That was how they'd ended up having to fight over just one of them, anyways.

 "And you're not an asshole for carrying around an umbrella when it hasn't rained in like a month?"

 "It's part of the costume," you held up your finger to shut her up before she could argue that the sunglasses and walking stick were just a part of her costume, as well, "and it's not ableist. Everybody uses umbrellas, bitch." Your umbrella was in service of being Mary Poppins—you'd had everything you needed for it in your own closet this time, too. A derby hat that you pinned big fake flowers too, the same white button-up that had once been part of the tragic Britney Spears costume, a red bow tie, a pleated black skirt, tights, and black kitten heels. It was a wholesome costume, and that was all you could ask for after some of the others you'd experienced so far this month.

 "He did the mash! He did the mooonster mash..." you heard playing in the distance. You were ready for Halloween to be over at this point.

 It wasn't in the best interest of your sanity, but the six of you—Jihyo and Mingyu included—made your way across the parking lot to the crowd of people closer to the abandoned store building. There were lights put up there, and on the roof, someone was setting up a few cameras, one in the middle and two at either corner. Momo and Mina were the ones fretting over the stereo, and didn't even notice you come up behind them until you snapped the bottom of their black leotards against their thighs.

 "Y/N! You actually came!" Mina gushed, throwing her arms around you in a hurried hug while Momo stayed focused on the music. "I can't really talk right now. Minghao's around somewhere, though," and she winked. There was a tick of frustration in your head but you snuffed it out for now instead of pulling your phone out to text a bunch of angry face emojis and red sirens and exclamation points at Taehyung. It wasn't entirely his fault that he'd succumbed to their charms and given in during their interrogation—the two of them were very hard to say no to.

 That was part of how you'd wound up here, at the site of their impromptu flash mob-esque dance party (inspired by Minghao’s little “Thriller” stunt at the party at The Yard.) They'd been begging you for days to take part in it, and after inevitably breaking you down, Momo had delighted in teaching you the dance they put together. It brought her a special sort of joy to see just how bad you were at the thing she did best.

 The other reason you were here, of course, was because you knew that Minghao would show up. How could he pass on the chance to take part in some more mass synchronized choreography? Mina pointed somewhere behind you before getting back to work, and sure enough, in that direction you could see Minghao with his friends. As if on cue, he looked up and locked eyes with you.

 It was a certain magnetism that brought you all the way across the parking lot, through the crowd, and straight to him. "Y/N, love," he cooed as soon as you were in earshot, "I'm so happy that you came." There was a burst of panic as you realized that you were surrounded by all of his friends and were about to be subject to their scrutiny, but as was becoming routine, Minghao took your hand in his and you felt immediately calmed.

 "My friends are going to love you," Minghao said as he pulled you closer to them, "don't be nervous. Even if they don't, I'll make them." It was a promise to you and a secret threat towards them all at once, and you had no idea what he meant by that but you'd take it. One of his friends you recognized—the kid who started the Thriller dance with him. Minghao reminded you that his name was Chan before he came up behind him and kicked him right in the ass to get his attention.

 "Hey, kid," he barked, "this is Y/N. Be nice." The first thing you noticed about Chan was that he was kind of short, and you remembered your immediate thought back at that first party that he must have been a freshman. The light in his eyes, the grasp he had on his will to live, reinforced that theory. It was impossible to look that alive after one full college semester.

 "Y/N! Wow, I feel like I already know you. 'Hao hyung has talked about you so much and it's only been a couple of weeks. You are pretty," Chan immediately overshared, and then you got to watch him turn the cutest shade of pink and slap his hand over his mouth. Minghao, on the cooler side tonight, just rolled his eyes at him.

 "Thanks, kid. You're pretty cute yourself," you told him. Chan only turned pinker. From behind him another guy jogged up, this one you didn't know, but he was almost as inhumanly beautiful as Minghao. He beamed down at you as he introduced himself,

 "Y/N, I'm Jun. I'm Minghao's best friend." The accent gave him away, so much like Minghao's. He must have been one of his Chinese exchange friends. If he really was Minghao's best friend, you wanted to impress him, so you dug around deep into the dustiest recesses of your brain so that you could say,

 "Nǐ hǎo, hěn gāoxìng rènshì nǐ."

 Jun laughed. You weren't sure if your feelings should be hurt or you should feel victorious for getting some sort of positive reaction out of him. It had been years since you had taken a semester of Chinese Language, so of course your accent was a little rusty, but you didn't think you sounded that bad.

 "No, don't look so sad!" Jun said, reaching forward to push the corners of your lips back up into a neutral state. If it was any other stranger there was no way they were getting their hands on you, but again—he was Minghao's best friend. You needed him to like you.

 And Minghao, this wonderful lovely perfect boy you'd found, he pushed Jun's hands away for you. "No touching," he deadpanned. The way Minghao said it, it wasn't a joke. It was a rule. Jun raised them up in surrender, taking a full two steps back to put some room between you and himself.

 "Soonyoungie's helping some of the kids over there," Jun cocked his head to the left, at a few of the boys in their group clumped up together to the side. Minghao gave him a short nod, a terse look that you couldn't exactly read—just something to get across that they were going to have a very serious talk later and Jun was probably going to come out of it grievously maimed.

 "I'm sorry about him," Minghao said quietly as you walked towards his other friend, "He's normally alright. Has no couth, though. Too forward." For the first time since you'd met (not that it'd been long since then), Minghao looked...embarrassed. His lips were pursed, pulled tight at the edges, and the tips of his ears were red. God, he was so cute.

 "It's okay. He's not that bad," and you meant it. You hadn't gotten enough out of him to make an appropriate judgement call, but he couldn't possibly be any more annoying than your own friends. You already dreaded the day that you had to properly introduce him to them. Momo and Mina would tear him apart. Minkyung and Kyungwon would probably call him "dad."

 "Well there's only one more of them you have to meet," Minghao told you, "but he's...a lively one. Unique. Always starting little slapstick comedy bits and scaring people off before they realize he's just joking." That all sounded...new. Certainly not like any of your friends. But not...bad. Manageable, at the least.

 "Minghao, thank God you're here! Joshua, he just. He just can't dance and I don't know what to do," came a voice from within the clump of boys, one that you distantly recognized from somewhere. You realized too late from where. The sight of him, those squished eyes and that bright pink hair and Seokmin glued to his side—you'd only met him once, but you'd have recognized Soonyoung anywhere. Minkyung had only made you look at every single picture she could find of him on social media when she stalked him the day after she broke things off with his extra special friend.

 "I can do the backpack kid dance," the guy who must have been Joshua said, but who gave a shit, you were in the middle of a crisis here. One of Minghao's closest friends was Public Enemy Number One as far as Minkyung was concerned—if she you speaking to him from wherever she was lurking right now, she'd skin you alive.

 Minghao was gently pushing you forward to him, giving you an encouraging smile, and you didn't know what to say to him. "That's—he's—Soonyoung is—but Seokmin, and Minkyung—I'm going to die," you sputtered. It just wasn't fair. Making a good first impression to Minghao's friends was an important piece of this puzzle, of cracking his code, of your scheme to make him love you, and it was going about as badly as it could at this point.

 "Yes. Soonyoung is, but Seokmin and Minkyung, you're going to die," Soonyoung joked, and you knew it was good-natured but you really felt like your life was in danger. Seokmin, the big dumb idiot, was just staring at you wide-eyed and frozen and probably close to pissing his pants. Time stood still.

 "'Hao, can your girlfriend dance?" Soonyoung asked all of the sudden, looking past you at him, but he didn't give him the chance to answer before he grabbed you and pulled you over to Joshua, positioning you between him and some other kid. You'd seen the other guy hanging out with Hansol and Eunwoo before...Seungkwan! Right, his name was Seungkwan. He was another nice but weird kid, so overdramatic, always trying to entertain.

 "Never mind, I know you can't," Soonyoung said, "I saw you at The Yard. It's okay, Young Padawan. Let the master teach you." Minghao had already saved you so often in such little time, but back where you'd left him he was just smirking and shrugged, leaving you all on your own.

 "Okay, everybody! From the top! 5, 6, 7, 8!" Momo had made you repeat the dance dozens of times until she was sure it was embedded into your brain, but in the moment, nothing came to you. There were too many things to do with your hands, T's and L's and antennas and crying motions and knocks. As for anything you were supposed to do with your feet—God help you.

 Joshua actually seemed to be doing well. You were tempted to reach a leg over and trip him when he did some sort of...spin...kick...thing, but kept that desire bottled in. It wouldn't be very becoming of you to sabotage an innocent bystander to your failings just because he could do what you couldn't. You managed to do one or two moves here and there, but for the most part stood still while the others literally danced circles around you.

 "That was...wow," Soonyoung said when they'd all finished, and pointedly wasn't looking in your eyes, "On second thought, Joshua, you're not that bad! Minghao, your girlfriend, she...help her." If looks could kill Soonyoung would have been six feet under already. You'd never seen a glare quite as cutting and fierce as Minghao's, and were suddenly sure that the glares he'd given you the other night with Taehyung were Glare Lites™.

 Stumbling away from the others, you managed to mumble, "I'm not his girlfriend," before Minghao scooted you away to save you anymore shame. He looked pretty shameful, himself, kicking his feet into the ground in a rare display of bashfulness and uncertainty.

 "I apologize for their behavior," Minghao sighed, playing with your fingers but unable to look you in the eye, "they're not usually like this. Soonyoung is typically much more agreeable and light-hearted. I forget how he can be when he goes into Coach Kwon mode."

 "Is he gay?" You really hadn't meant to say that out loud™especially not as obnoxiously as you did. You hoped Minghao knew you weren't asking because of any outdated gay stereotypes or anything, either. Just to be sure, you rambled on, "Just wondering. My friend Minkyung, she was dating Seokmin for a couple of months? But she broke up with him when she saw the way he acted with Soonyoung at The Yard and like. Have you seen them? They seem pretty into each other. I dunno, they touch each other's butts a lot. Dunno if there's some sort of 'no homo' nonsense going on there but, uh. Uh."

 Minghao blinked at you a few times, waiting to be sure you were done. For good measure, you added, "Sorry. I probably sound crazy, it's all Minkyung. I'm sorry. I'll shut up now." When he was sure you had nothing left to say, Minghao reached up to brush some of your hair behind your ear as he laughed. It wasn't a laugh like Jun's, stuck somewhere between mean and endeared and ultimately a mystery to you. No, Minghao sounded...smitten.

 Score.

 "He does like boys," Minghao said, "and girls, too. Sexuality has become much more fluid over the years, you know. I personally find that most people like at least a little bit of both. Like your friend. Zae-ung, or whatever his name was." He was fussing over you now, adjusting the bowl hat on your head and fixing your bow tie, finding any excuse to keep his hands on you.

 You leaned closer to him. "Chan...he was alright," you decided.

 "I like him. You don't come across humans as bright as he is very often," Minghao agreed, and if you weren't so taken with him in this moment, with his soft gaze and tentative touches, you would have found his choice of words somewhat strange.

 Minghao's hands, wide palms and long fingers, were wrapped around your waist now. The music that had been playing quietly from the stereo this whole time suddenly came to life through speakers littered all across the parking lot, some girl group song that you didn't recognize, and if you listened hard enough you could hear Momo screaming at everybody to start dancing.

 Orders from Momo were orders that could not be disobeyed. Much like the first night you'd met, Minghao guided you in some sort of simple ballroom dance, and just like before you were taken to another place. The party-goers around you faded away, there were no more flood lights blaring down upon you, the annoying song drifted into nothing. It was just you and Minghao and his hands on your hips and that earthy, burnt smell that was home to you now.

 "I'll talk you through the choreo," Minghao promised quietly, leading you to the side of the crowd, and you noticed everyone subtly getting into position. With the way Minghao was smiling at you, you didn't even have the chance to be scared of what was to come. As long as Minghao kept looking at that, you felt safe. Nothing could go wrong.

 Of course, he chose that exact moment to let you go and wander away. You grabbed after him, but the abrupt sound of a record scratch stopped you in your tracks, and then the opening synth chords of none other than "Thriller" again. Were there any other Halloween songs besides Thriller and The Monster Mash? You'd have to look into that when you had the chance.

 "Kneel down, love," and there in your head was Minghao's voice again. You really must have been going crazy, imagining him saying he'd talk you through the choreo and then hearing his voice telling you the moves instead of Momo's, the way you'd learned it. By some twist of fate, you managed through the Thriller section of the dance with simple cues from 'Minghao' to “zombie walk” or to do “the thriller claws, you know the ones.”

 When the song switched you ducked down to hide behind the nearest person and started crawling out of the camera's frame. There were lines of duct tape to indicate where the edge of said frame was, and you could only breathe again once you were safely past. You prayed that you'd managed to stay out of view on the journey over here—Momo would have no qualms about literally murdering you if you ruined she and Mina's video like that.

 They were at the front breaking and doing whatever sort of flips and spins they did—you had no idea, you knew absolutely nothing about dancing. The two of them were dance majors, met in the studio, fell in love with each other through the way they moved. To them, dancing was as second nature as walking. They just couldn't understand how it was so much harder for you.

 But your attention wasn't on them, no, your eyes were drawn only to Minghao. He hadn't even broken a sweat. At one point the music dropped out, and most of the dancers fell to the ground. A hollow, tinny beat kept on to which just a few of the dancers kept going—including Minghao. You could hear his voice in your head saying what each move was as he did them:

 "This is a kick step," "A side spin," "The windmill."

 There was absolutely no way you could have known what the names of those dance moves were, even if Momo had ever mentioned them. You never would have remembered or been able to connect the name to the move. A shiver trailed up your spine, goosebumps rising all over your arms. The clouds parted overhead. It was a full moon, and for the first time it occurred to you that there was something...off. About Minghao.

 The light of the moon reflected off of him so brightly and you used that as an excuse to look away from him, but only when the music was fading out and the official choreography had ended. The way he moved was hypnotizing and you couldn't bear to turn your back on him before he'd finished. A normal song came back on, some Top 40's hit, and everyone transitioned seamlessly back into their twerks and sways and grinds.

 You saw the red lights on all of the cameras go off, and finally felt free to move again. Minghao had spotted you on the sidelines and was practically floating across the ground with this wide, effortless smile—but you looked back at him with the most blank face you could manage, blocking out the warmth coming in at the edge of your subconscious, and he halted halfway to you. It felt like he was miles away.

 You wanted nothing more than to cross that distance and let him sweep you into another waltz and not care about any of the things he did, the things he said, that just seemed...out of place. Unfortunately, you couldn't un-realize what you had. You raised your hand in a weak wave to him, one that he didn't return, before rushing off into the maze of cars to get away. He didn't follow.

 Curled up in bed that night, there was a lot to think about. The only thing you knew for sure was that no matter what, you weren't scared of Minghao. Whatever he was, whatever he could do, you knew he'd never hurt you.

 But there had been light conversation while you'd danced with him, most of it forgettable as it were, and one thing was sticking out now that you were as far away from Minghao as you could be and clear of his influence: he'd given you a good once over, asked who exactly you were supposed to be. "Mary Poppins, duh," you told him, and watched his eyes alight with recognition.

 "Oh, I always liked that movie. Remember seeing it in theaters, it was really something." What did that mean? It hadn't seemed like anything important or strange to you in the moment. In the moment, it was just another statement that endeared him to you even more.

 But Xu Minghao was twenty, supposedly, and one Google search later, you knew that Mary Poppins had come out in 1964. It was playing in theaters thirty-four years before Minghao should have been born.

 There was no way Xu Minghao could have seen Mary Poppins in theaters if he was born in 1997. There was no way you should have known the names of those breakdance moves. There was no way your phone could have ended up in your room after your trip into the woods the other night, and there was no way you should have been able to find your way out of them. There was no way a virtual stranger could simply talk you out of a panic attack. There was no way he could have gotten from that spot beside you on the porch swing at The Yard to the banister without you noticing him get up.

 There was no way Minghao was human.

#minghao smut #the8 smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #seventeen scenarios #minghao scenarios #the8 scenarios #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #minghao angst #minghao fluff #the8 angst #the8 fluff #i wrote this #i shouldn't post this at like 4 a.m. but #i'm impatient #and i just!!! don't care anymore!!! #whatever BYE

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #152

“if mary was only 14 when she had jesus, what does that make god?”

What’s something you initially disliked, but ended up liking? Uhhh... I'm drawing a blank right now. If you’re interested in having a long term relationship with someone, do you think that waiting a certain amount of time before you first have sex is a good idea? Or does it not matter?  I think it's a smart idea.  To me personally, sex should be an intimate experience with someone you love, not with someone you don't know deeply. Have you ever discovered something big by looking through someone’s phone, Facebook, email, etc.? No, never snooped on someone. Do you have any financial regrets? Either way, what’s an example of a GOOD financial decision you’ve made?  No, I've never really had to make big money decisions. Do you think it’s a good idea for kids’ sports teams to not keep score, or do you think that’s going overboard in trying to show sensitivity? I think you shouldn't keep score.  Teach children how to have fun for the sake of fun, not winning. Name a movie that you dislike but everyone else seems to love. Why do you dislike it? Drawing a blank again. *shrugs* Are you good at compromising or are you more of a “my way or the highway” kind of person?  I'm pretty nice at compromising, but of course it's going to depend on the case sometimes. Do you know any couples who sleep in separate beds? Do you think that if a couple makes that decision, they will eventually break up/divorce?  Yes, because one of them snores loudly.  But that doesn't mean they're gonna break up... Have you ever had a horrible boss or teacher? Did you ever confront them about it?  No, thankfully. Does it usually take awhile for you to completely come to terms with your emotions after something big happens or do you let it all out right away?  It's kinda both.  But mostly the former; I deeper understand what I'm feeling then. Is Thanksgiving an important holiday to you? Who did you spend last Thanksgiving with?  Honestly no, not really.  I should appreciate it more than I do for the sake of its concept. How far into your current (or last) relationship did you start thinking about your future with that person? Probably too early to be considered normal lmao. Are you a believer in “signs” from the universe about things in your life? If you are, can you think of a particular example? No. Name some things that one or both of your parents are really good at or really interested in.  Mom is suuuper into surgeries/seeing how the body works, and Dad's good at building shit I guess lmao. If someone told you that you would never achieve something and you ended up doing it, would you have any interest in finding that person and showing them?  Tbh yeah lol.  I do NOT take people underestimating my abilities kindly.  That's one reason the breakup was so bad. What is the most jealousy-induced thing you’ve ever done? Ehhhmmm.  I don't think I've done something in hopes of making someone jealous. Ever been kissed under fireworks?  No, but #goals. Which of your friends lives closest to you?  Colleen.  AKA, the only friend whose location I know. Do you like calling or texting better?  Don't call me, like ever lol. When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?  When I learned Mom and I couldn't go to the P!atD concert.  It's been a week or two and I'm still bummed. Do you think its right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced?  ....... Does any human being on Earth believe it's wrong?????? Do you talk dirty to people?  HUNNY I couldn't even talk dirty in the middle of my ex and I doing shit lmao. Honestly, who was the last person to tell you that they love you?  Dad; we talked on the phone a bit. The last thing you heard?  I'm listening to "Demons Are A Girl's Best Friend" by Powerwolf on repeat asjfdakjwi I'm addicted. Have you ever been to an animal shelter?  Yeah. Does it rain a lot where you live?  I wouldn't necessarily say a lot?  Afternoon thunderstorms are just about daily in the peak of summer, though. Do you live in the suburbs?  No. If you have a dog, does it bark a lot?  Ugh, both of them.  Slightest noise outside our house or in our driveway, it's over. What are your 3 top favorite movies?  The Lion King, Finding Nemo, and then probably The Lion King II. Can you juggle?  No. Who was your favorite Disney princess as a child?  Ariel. Who are your style icons?  Like every serious goth in the world give me money to afford this style. Do you believe in an afterlife?  I really do.  Will it be wonderful, bad, lonely, peaceful, reunited with our loved ones, who knows, but I believe in something good. What do you fear most about death?  The possibility there is no afterlife.  I obviously wouldn't exist anymore so wouldn't experience anything, but.  I never want my essence to vanish. What is your favorite country?  Dunno. Glitter or feathers?  I'm a glitter bitch. Have you ever self harmed?  Yeah. What is your favorite type of cake?  Red velvet. Who was your favorite author as a child?  Erin Hunter. Do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything?  Um, everyday???? Have you ever been extremely tired but refused to go to sleep?  Yes, if it's too late to nap but too early to sleep.  And this one time I had a paranormal experience and I was terrified to. What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been stuck in traffic?  Maybe around an hour during a roadtrip? Best field trip experience?  5th grade zoo trip with Dad, my then-best friend, and her mother. What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before?  Nothing impressive. What is the worst thunderstorm you’ve experienced?  We've had plenty, who knows. Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class?  I've never gone to sleep in class. Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert?  No. Are your parents supportive of you?  Yes, Mom especially. Has your mom ever directly told you that she favored your other sibling(s) over you?  No. Do your folks still have sex? Does it disgust you?  They're divorced so y'know. Do you like dried fruit (e.g. bananas, mangos, plums, etc.)?  NO. Can you stand eating the crusts of a slice of sandwich bread?  Yes, but it's my least favorite, so I eat it first to get it out of the way. Do you sleep with your window open at night?  Hell naw I don't want no Welcome to the Game shit. Do you do your homework at home or in class? Or how about in class the day it’s due?  I liked to start it in class if I could, but did the rest at home. When did you last see your parents?  I saw Dad a few days back at Ryder's b-day party, and I saw Mom this morning. Does it bother you when people get too obsessed about stupid stuff?  I feel like you're coming for me. What is the one fast food restaurant you have NEVER been to?  Denny's. Have you ever gotten to see the movie Twilight? Not the whole thing.  Nicole got it for Christmas and played it that day, and I stayed out in the living room with the family 'cuz yeah, Christmas. What was your favorite cartoon character as a kid?  Courage, probably. Do you live in a house or an apartment?  House. Do you live in the city or country?  Country. Do you take any prescription drugs?  Yeah. What is the one TV show you could watch over and over again?  That '70s Show. What is your favorite animal?  Meerkats, specifically the Kalahari sub-species. Who were the last 3 males you talked to?  Dad, Ryder, and Nick. What was the last alcoholic drink you tried for the first time? Did you like it?  White wine and I wanted to die. Have you ever had to claim insurance? What for?  No. Can you write in cursive?  Yeah, but I've forgotten one or two letters.  Not sure I recall the capital "g." Have you ever viewed the moon through a telescope?  No. Where do you like to sit in the movie theater?  Middle. Do you normally finish one book before starting another?  When I read, I did. What is your favorite hot drink?  Hot chocolate. Do you wish you had a pool table? Omg so I would love to have like an arcade sorta room with stuff like that, but I doubt it'll happen. Is chest hair a turn-on? I wouldn't call it that for me personally.  I prefer none or little, but I'm not gonna find a guy unattractive just for that. Which has been the best year of your life so far?  2017.  Full of growth and good memories. Do you have a picture with your middle finger up? No, but admittedly I wanna have one of Sara and me kissing with one for the camera because gay pride to piss off homophobes lol. If your boyfriend or girlfriend smoked pot, would you care?  I'd care if it was for non-medicinal use and illegal in the state. When is the last time you attended a church service?  Oh jeez.  Sometime last year when Colleen was in her super-religious phase. Does it bother you when people respond with one word texts? If I'm making an effort to make conversation, yes.  If there's not really anything to respond to, no. If you could have a twin, would you?  No. If you had to give up your arms or your legs -which would it be?  Legs.  I cherish the use of my arms more. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?  If I'll be happy and content. If you had to be sick for the rest of your life would you choose something that kills you quickly & painfully, or bearably but slowly?  Yikes, not sure.  I guess the latter?  I don't want to just abruptly leave my loved ones. Have you ever made out with a member of the same sex?  Not yet. :P What is the coolest band name you have ever heard?  Definitely some kind of heavy or death metal band.  Off the top of my head, I think Cradle of Filth sounds wicked. Who was the last smoker you were around? Did they smoke around you?  Dad, and yes. Who do you know that can make you feel better if you’re not feeling happy?  Sara and certain YouTubers. Are you more talkative over the Internet?  YEAH DEFINITELY. Have you ever done something sexual that you regret?  Nah.  Loved him then, whatever. Have you ever said anything to the last person you kissed that you regret?  Yeah. Where do you wanna go for vacation?
  I'd love to go to the pink beaches in the Bahamas ahhhh Do you only wish the best for your ex?  Yeah.  I kinda even do with Jason, but at the same time, I want that fucker to see he will never find a perfect relationship, as he obviously wants judging from me and the girl he dated after me.  So I take that back, I don't think I wish the best for him until he learns his lesson. Do you change your phone background a lot?  No. Does a male or female sing the last song you listened to?  Male. Can you count in Roman numerals?  To a certain height.  I don't know what comes after "X"s.  Maybe "L?" What’s in your front yard?  Grass, a small tree, some small flowers... Have you ever lucid dreamed? Would you like to, or does the thought of being able to control your dreams scare you?  No, but it'd be cool to. Would you like the ability to read minds?  No. Do you know how to fish?  Yes. Did you/are you planning on going to college?  I'm going back in January. Have you ever built a snowman?  Yeah.  We rarely get the kind of snow that packs enough to make one, though. When was the last time you moved to a new house?  Over a year ago. Do you know any high school sweethearts? How’s life treating them? My best friend and her husband.  They still love each other and have a son now. Which is the scariest ride you have ever been on in a theme park? This ride that took you way too high up into the air then abruptly dropped & it was horrifying ahhhhhh

#survey #quiz #questions #random

[wanna1things]

Bae Jinyoung; Christmas Holiday | 11 Days of Christmas ❄

Genre;; fluff + christmassy stuff

Warnings;; none

Pairing;; Bae Jinyoung x reader

Requested;; nope

Summary;; When you go home to see your parents for Christmas, you don’t expect to meet a cute boy on the way…

Style;; bullet point

Word Count;; 1104

The 11 Days of Christmas;; 1st | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | 10th | 11th (coming soon) -MASTERLIST-

i enjoyed writing this!! and its out (kind of) on time!! and it wasn’t written when i was half asleep lmao ORIGINALLY this idea was a minki scenario but... i changed it made it festive and now its JINYOUNG ++ its kind of short because?? how to make literally ONE scene long idk

SO christmas time rolled around as it does every year

and because you’d moved out… you ended up having to take the PLANE home to see your parents at christmas

and airports are a hassle, but even more of a hassle at christmas

when you finally took your seat on the plane you were so glad

all the going through baggage controle and stuff had really drained your energy

now you just had to get through your 12 hour flight

you’d managed to get speedy boarding so you were one of the first on the plane

so you took your seat in the middle of the row, put your suitcase overhead, and got out a book to read

other people had started to file onto the plane when you felt a soft tap on your shoulder

“hey... i think you’re in my seat?”

you pulled out your headphones and looked up to where the voice came from

and the owner of the voice was a ;; really cute boy lol

he smiled widely at you as you looked a bit confused and fumbled around to find your ticket

when you found it you realised he was right, your ticket was actually the window seat

you mumbled an apology to him and moved along a seat

as he flopped down into the seat next to you (his hair flopped too) he turned to you with a smile, offering his hand out for you to shake

“i’m jinyoung, nice to meet you”

you smiled back and placed your hand in his and shook it

“i’m y/n. what brings you here?”

he giggled a bit at the question and put his hands in his lap

“Going home to visit my parents for christmas, haha. What about you?”

“Same here.”

the conversation died down a bit as the plane started to get ready to take off

you went back to reading your book, putting one headphone back in

as the plane got to the runway and started to speed up, you noticed jinyoung seemed a little unsettled

“Are you scared of flying?”

you turned to him with a smile on your face and he looked completely shocked

“No no!! Not at all!! I just don’t like take offs!!”

you smiled a bit at this and offered your hand to him

“Squeeze my hand when you get scared.”

he nodded and placed his hand in yours

and you noticed his hands were really soft and warm sdhfsd

as the plane took off he did squeeze your hand

REALLY HARD

so hard that when he finally let go of your hand you had to rub it to get the circulation back

“Oh my god, y/n!! I’m so sorry i didn’t mean to squeeze that hard-”

“Jinyoung it’s fine, i offered my hand so i have to take the consequences”

he frowned a bit at this but pulled a book out of his bag and started to read it, so you went back to your own book

not long after, the hostesses came along and offered hot drinks cold drinks basically everything

and uh… you really wanted a hot chocolate because… still hadn’t recovered from the cold outside

when the hostess got to your row, both you and jinyoung ordered and you leant down to get your money out of your bag but jinyoung stopped you as you reached down

“I’ll pay, as a thank you for helping me through that take off”

you smiled a thank you to him and leant back in your seat, taking the hot chocolate off the hostess

when jinyoung had got his coffee off of the hostess you turned to him and smiled again

“Thank you for paying for me, you really didn’t have to-”

“I basically cut off the blood supply to your fingers, it’s the least i could do”

you both laughed at his comment, and you relaxed back in your seat, sipping your hot chocolate

almost as soon as you finished your hot chocolate you felt the tiredness set in

you pulled out your neck pillow from your back and put it around your neck, and laid back to go to sleep

as you drifted off you heard jinyoung giggle slightly and mumble “goodnight y/n!!”

but you couldn’t reply because you were already asleep

when you woke up someone was poking your cheek lightly, and you were leaning on someones shoulder

you came to your senses quickly and shot up, almost headbutting jinyoung

“Was i leaning on you all this time?? I’m so sorry-”

“It’s no problem!!”

he giggled and picked up his bag from the footwell

“But y/n, we’re here now. Time to get off the plane”

your first thought was damn okay slept a long time but then you remembered

after this you’d literally never see jinyoung again??

you collected your stuff together, with the help of jinyoung

he passed your suitcase down from the compartment to you and you left the plane together

it was already empty because of how long it took you to wake up lol

you made your way to passport control with jinyoung, both of you almost in complete silence

when you reached it, there was a massive queue so… you queued together

as you neared the front, jinyoung turned to you and smiled

“y/n, i want to see you again, but not on a plane this time.”

JUST THAT SECOND YOU WERE CALLED FORWARD

you cursed fate as you went over and showed your passport to the officer who let you through

luckily jinyoung WASNT a fugitive and followed straight after you

“you may finish what you were going to say now”

jinyoung laughed and pulled his phone out of his pocket

“Before i was rudely interrupted, i was trying to get your number. Should we meet up sometime while you’re… around?”

you smiled wide and nodded, saying your number for him to put into his phone

“I have to rush now,, i have a train to catch to my parents house… I’ll text you later?”

you nodded at him again, waving goodbye as he ran off into the distance to collect his luggage

later that day when you were in the taxi to your parents house, driving through the snow, you received that very text he promised to send

‘Y/n! As much as I enjoyed our meeting on the plane, I’ll like to go out with you not in the air sometime. How does that sound, sleepyhead?’

you smiled as you read the message, the blossoms of love starting to bloom in your heart despite the cold weather...

sdgshgdf i hope this wasn’t too cringey but i love chance meetings lol im such a hopeless romantic

#bae jinyoung #wanna1things xmas #wanna one imagines #wannaone imagines #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 imagines #produce 101 scenarios #produce 101 imagine #produce 101 #wanna one #wannaone #au #jinyoung

[rimalupin]

More About Me!

Tagged by @o0w0o, @emigotchi, & @theempresskaizer. Thanks for the tag, girlies! Also, sorry for getting to this so late: I didn’t have time to do this ‘til now (I have midterms basically every week, so yeah...  😅

Age: Finish the Hamilton lyric and you’ll find out! :D “Only __ but my mind is older”

Birthplace: Southern U.S.

Current time: 10:30 PM

Drink you last had: Water

Easiest person to talk to: My immediate family (Bless their souls for dealing with my constant daily rambling, LOLOL. 😂❤️)

Favorite song: the entire Hamilton soundtrack My all-time favorite song is actually “Bring Me The Night” by Sam Tsui and Kina Grannis~.

Grossest Memory: In elementary school, I sneezed and I forgot to cover my mouth, so my spit/phlegm shot across the room. What made it worse was that I was sitting in the front row, so everyone that was awake and/or paying attention to the teacher witnessed my sneeze mishap. xD

Horror yes or Horror no: Generally, I’d say no since I tend to associate horror with poor story-lines that have more gore than plot. But if you could convince me otherwise, then I would be willing to give the horror story/movie/game a shot.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In love: With real people or my fictional loves? xD

Platonically?: All the damn time (I’m not afraid to say I love my friends and family, ‘aight? ❤️)

Romantically?: Not “in love,” but also not quite a “crush.” Maybe slightly infatuated? (IDK I DON’T TRUST MY OWN FEELINGS WHEN IT COMES TO ROMANCE AHHAHAHA.)

Jealous of people: Not really? Like, I’d occasionally be slightly envious if I heard that someone was “more accomplished” for a person my age. But I have to remind myself that everyone is different and in the end, your accomplishments are yours alone, and you should totally own them and be proud of them! ^-^

Love at first sight or Should I walk by again?: Walk by again. I need to get to know you before even considering feeling that way about you.

Middle name: Starts with a J!

Number of siblings: 2 younger sisters.

One wish: Normally, I’d wish for tickets to see Hamilton, but since that wish already came true... I HOPE TO GRADUATE ON TIME (But considering the amount of course work I need to complete before getting into med school, I think I’m gonna have to budget for a 5th year at uni... YAY, PRE-MED. 😭)

Person you called last: My sister

Question you’re always asked: "How old are you?” or “What grade are you in?” (Which is always followed by, “Really?! Wowwww, I thought you were MUCH younger than that~.”) I blame my baby-face and shorter-than-average height.  😅

Reason to smile: There are too many reasons! From seeing sunshine after a rainy day, to surviving that one midterm; from performing onstage to getting tickets to a highly-anticipated show; from reading a lovely part of a book (or otome game chapter, LOLOL) to catching up with family and friends; and so much more~!

Song you last sang: “Havana” by Camila Cabello

Time you woke up: 10 AM

Underwear color: WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW? lol it’s black... xD

Vacation/Holiday destination: Man, don’t even start: I want to go to SO many places tbh. xD

X-Rays: Just my teeth~.

Your favorite food: I like trying lots of food, so I don’t really have a favorite... :P

Zodiac sign: Leo!

Tagging: WHOEVER HASN’T DONE THIS AND WANTS TO JOIN THE TAG GAME!!! :D <#

#personal #tag game #tagged #more about me #thanks again for the tag!!! #love y'all!!!

[impossibleoafghostjudge]

I can't sleep

I know, I can't too. We slept too much

Could I talk with you

Yeh, I'm still here, well I can't sleep as well

When I read our conversation again, I think it's pathetic some how.

Why is it pathetic?

Uhm, we're like crazy people talking to each other. I'm afraid I will lose control, but I still want to talk with you. You don't think I'm crazy right?

Yes, you're. Sorry I have to say the truth

Well, it's bitter 🙃🙃🙃

Just kidding, we need a joke too, we like self sarcasm right

I don't get why we like this type of sarcasm that much

Are u ok now?

Uhm, I'm not clarity but I don't want to sleep. Can't sleep actually. And I don't want to be alone. So I summoned you again

Well, okay, then let tell me how are u feeling now

Come on, don't ask difficult question immediately

Well, then... Which questions could you answer

=_=, you're interesting, you know that right

Self sarcasm 🙃

Sorry, uhm, then are u fine now

Well, I'm not sure. Maybe, but could we sleep, I think I'm sleepy

But I couldn't sleep so how could you feel sleepy

Could we be more interesting. I'm sleepy since our talk is boring

Self sarcasm 😶. Let just talk to yourself.

But you are myself 😶😶

Just summon the other.

I don't have any energy left ☹️. Just stay with me, I promise I won't do it again

🍻

Omg, talking like this really tires me out.

🍺🍺 You need beers or alcohol. You haven't touched them for mostly 3 months. That's the right time for u to drink it. You will feel good and you can talk more with me.

Man, I miss beers TT, why you mentioned it.

Btw, do you know assignment will due on 5th

Yeh, I know, I just need to adjust some details, so I can do it... Uhmm, but we agreed I would have a day off

Come on, just 30 minutes for it and u can do whatever you want

Okay, btw, you haven't washed your hair for 4 days 😶. It's dirty

Nah, I know, but washing hair then drying it out, it's energy consuming. Plus we don't go out so there's no need for it

Make sense, then we can wait for another 2 days. But my flatmate could see it

Well, then wash it tmr. Btw, when will you do laundry? 🙃

Are u my mom 😶, I will do it. But it's not many clothes. Once per week is suffice

I will check it tmr, any, are u gonna cook sthg tmr? I want sthg good to eat

I did make tteokbokki for u. U said u missed it

Yeh, but tteokbokki for 2 days in a row. U're spoiling my appetite

You don't even have it so stop complaining with me

Well, fair enough. But come on, at least, just give me some meat. U did drink vitamin supplements, but come on, what vitamin b do when there is no food

Well, then I will create some dishes tmr, I'm not sure if it's delicious though. How about we just eat what I can do well, sandwiches with eggs

Uhmmmm ==, I'm okay with just raw carrot and cucumber. Just make salads

But I don't have cherry tomatoes

Uhmm ==, then just add whatever as long as it has enough vitamins and minerals. But since you don't excercise so it's okay to have 2 meals. I don't require much.

Okay, ya next time when I go out, I will make a list of ingredients for what I will cook. Our foods are enough for 2 weeks now.

Yeh, next time just ask Monica or Hannah. Hope Monica could get out of the house, she could stay at home for a month, such a super power.

Btw, I think our books will arrive soon, maybe it will come next week

Definitely lol, today is Sunday

Btw, i think it's not good at all, it's the beginning of May now. U need to get back to study

Yeh, I know =.=. Just give me one more day. It's weekend

(=-=) it's holiday for months my dear

Could we just talk like friends, you're just like my mom

Well, we shouldn't discuss philosophical stuffs now right, it's painful now

Yeh, I can't think now

Well, are u sleepy

Nope

It's 4:37 am now, you can still awake

I know, I could stay awake until morning, just like when I was in high school. My physical condition is still good. Even though I don't eat properly

I know, well or maybe because you just slept a lot

Uh hu, it makes sense.

Btw, hard question, how are you feeling now

Do you have answer when you asked me

Nope, that's why I ask u 😂

I shouldn't think right, I have to feel. I feel good talking with you. My chest is not normal, I guess it's suffering sthg. Maybe I'm sad but I'm not sure it's the recent sadness or the accumulated black ball I have had. The black ball, it's heavy. When I mentioned it, my tears dropped (it's not the switch, I didn't shed tears when I read it, I will talk with you tmr) . I don't like it. It's like all the negative emotions I threw away into it. And now the room is fulfilled. There might be a switch to open the door of that room. I don't know how. But when I think, the door will be closed, or maybe when I think, I just teleport to another place far away from that room.

Wow, you just described something we didn't know for a long time. How could you figure it out, reading books does help a lot. Wow

Yeh, I think so. But could we continue with what I found out

Uhmm,... I like your metaphor. It illustrates exactly how it is like. Then, our room's capacity is not suffice. We put too much into it. I have no idea how to deal with this issue. But it's good that you found it out.

Yeh, if we could solve the problem right away, it couldn't be the right answer. We need time to think about it.

Could we talk about another thing

Sure, it's 5:04 am now, wow, it's (I don't know the word)

Let just be good

Well, I'm blank again

Me too

We talked a lot, I never talked to u this much

Wow, just talking via here could consume energy too.

It makes sense since I spent half of my energy to summon you. Then some energy to be you to make conversation.

Well, your energy is not enough for me to function well at the moment.

Should we say good night now

It's morning bro

=.= well then good morning

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[sweetlittlelie48]

[Translation] 100% SKE48 vol.1 Shibata Aya

The last translation of 100%SKE48 vol.1 is Aya-chan!!

Yeah, she graduated longgggggggggg ago lol But still, it’s worth reading. 

I will definitely continue translating with vol.2 but I cant promise when I will post them. *just like this one*

PS. Aya-chan talking about her brother is cute. www

Sister is top idol, brother is batter no.4 of university baseball team.

This kind of siblings only exists in manga!

Due to many feelings that overwhelmed Shibata-san recently,

We changed the atmosphere by taking her to see a baseball match.

But, it became an in-depth talk.

 Baseball field in a sunny day, sister’s cheering sound echoes in the sky.

Watching her brother’s match for the first time

(Aya’s younger brother: Shibata Yoshiki, Hosei university baseball club, no.4, first base)

 Members of Shibata family

 - Today, it’s the first time we interview while watching baseball match.

Aya: And the weather is nice today, this is good.

- That’s right. Anyways, how is your relationship with your brother?

Aya: It’s ordinary. When I come to Tokyo, we would go for a meal sometimes. The last time we met may be around new year. We both quite busy recently, so we don’t see each other much.

- I see. February is the time of training camp for university baseball team, so he doesn’t have time. Are there times you two quarrelling?

Aya: Though our study class is 2 years apart, but we are actually 1 year apart (Shibata Aya was born on 1 Apr.) So, it doesn’t feel another one is older. We weren’t quite close when we were teenagers, but we played Yu-Gi-Oh card game together when we were kids.  

- Now, your brother is no.4 of Hosei. Has he been good at sports since childhood?

Aya: He played football in kindergarten. He also started to play baseball around that time. In primary school, he was tall and ran very fast. He’s a regular in sport events. Shibata house is good at sports. My dad had played baseball until high school. And now he plays golf often. He said his best score is 81. He’s also good at skiing. For my mom, she’s also sportswoman. Looks like she also played some sports when she was in school.

- Sportsman blood passed on to daughter, too.

Aya: For muscle strength, maybe yes. *laugh*

- There must be many fans who like Shibata-san’s calves. *laugh*

Aya: Fufufu Recently, I started to play golf. I started to understand that only practice will make it better but I don’t like sports *laugh* I didn’t get good grades in P.E. Well, I don’t like sweating.

- But when you are in Koen, you sweat like hell *laugh*

Aya: That’s it. I truly sweat for the first time when I entered SKE48.

- Back to your brother a bit, there were times you kept quiet about your brother.

Aya: Yes. I just think that it’s not necessary to tell anyone. He’s ordinary person. I don’t want to cause him any trouble. Anyways, one day it’s revealed.

- Why was that?

Aya: It’s from people at my brother side. When sports reporters knew this, they asked him “SKE48’s Shibata Aya is your sister, isn’t she?” and my brother didn’t refuse. Then, he got on the news *laugh*

- But isn’t it something to be proud of? Sister is an idol who gets to Senbatsu in election, brother is batter no.4 of Hosei.

Aya: Yeah. When the news said about him, he didn’t seem to be bothered or anything.

- Have you ever come to cheer your brother at stadium?

Aya: Never, this is the first time in my life to watch him play.

- First time!?

Aya: When Yoshiki was crazy about baseball, I was busy with study that I almost never go out. I basically don’t like going out. Only when Yoshiki was competing for Koshien (national high school baseball tournament), I watched him on TV a bit.

- I did some research. When he was 3rd year high school at Toho, his team went to play-off round in Summer. But they were narrowly defeated by Aiko Daimeden 3:2, they even cried. However, going to play-off round of Aichi prefecture was great already!

Aya: I had practice on that day, so I only watched half way. Seemed like he cried real hard.

- Getting eliminated from play-off in summer of 3rd year high school, anyone would cry *laugh* What about sister being an idol, has he ever said anything about it?

Aya: At first, he kept it quiet. It’s a pity that it got revealed so fast *laugh* After that, it seemed that his friend told him “(Your sister) She’s on TV today” Come to talk about it, he also voted and had my election poster hanged in his room. It’s funny *laugh*  

- He’s a good brother.

Aya: But he always tells me “You can’t do anything at home, people must be shocked” because I can’t do housework. So, celebrities he likes are all the type that’s opposite to me.

- Maybe, you are a bad example *laugh* In Koen, you once said that “my brother’s oshi is Saito Makiko” right?

Aya: He said that her appearance is his favorite. He also said “that’s cutest! So beautiful!”

- One more question, how do you call each other?

Aya: “Aya” and “Yoshiki”. I never have the feeling of being older sister and he always behave like he’s older son. Anyways, he’s different from me. He’s friendly type.

- But sister conversely is isolated type.

Aya: Everyone in Shibata house is friendly, good at sports. Only me who is timid and always study *laugh*

- Has he ever gone to Koen or concert?

Aya: In concert “Minogashita Kimitachi e” (at TDC hall in 2011), I invited him. In fact, he also came to theater in Nagoya *laugh* it was “Saga Akari” stage (Team E period). I felt a bit guilty for leaving him watch in standing area.

- If there’s someone looks that similar, fans would notice.

Aya: Really?

- You both really look similar.

Aya: Do we? I’m more like my dad, Yoshiki’s more like my mom. But maybe, both our parents’ eyes are distinctive.

 Drinking companion

  (Now players are warming up)

Aya: Here they come!! Whoa, people look tiny from here. He was a catcher, so his shoulder is big.

- Since he got shoulder pain, he changed to play base instead, right?

Aya: That’s right. But this is not the first time I watch baseball. In the past, I went to watch Chunichi Dragons match with dad many times. Around the time of Gomez.

- The time of Gomez!

Aya: No.1 Lee, No.2 Fukutome, No.3 Kazuyoshi, No.4 Gomez, I was still in primary school. That time Hoshino (Senichi) was head coach. I also got his autograph! It’s still hanging in my house.

(5th inning, Hosei offense, Keio is 7 points lead)

- …Never thought it would come out like this.

Aya: Even though I came to watch…let’s get a drink!

- Then, I’ll order now! Excuse me, beer please!

Aya: *gulp* Ha! This is angel of victory!

- How much can you drink?

Aya: That’s not the point. I can drink but I restrain myself.

- What if you get drunk?

Aya: I would keep smiling.

- There must be people invite you to drink often.

Aya: Fufu However, I won’t go with men. *gulp* Ha!

(Now, batter hit the ball to the left)

Aya: Yossha!! They hit!! But I like drinking while listening to other people stories.

- What about drinking with members?

Aya: That’s right. Who should I go with…

(the next batter hit the ball but too light)

Aya: Whaaa!! Ah! It’s Gettsu!

(Gettsu is “double play” in baseball term means defense side eliminate 2 offense side in a row)

- Hearing “Gettsu” from Shibata-san feel weird *laugh*

Aya: Oh right! Going for a drink with Kato Rumi-san would be good. Her stories are very funny. I also would like to know how she thinks about me. And she might teach me about delicious fish. *laugh*

- True fisherwoman.

Aya: And Saito Makiko-san. She seems to endure burden too much as a captain. So, I want to tell her “wouldn’t it be better to enjoy with it more?” even though it may not work…

(Now, first base hit a foul ball. Her brother missed it.)

- Eh! This is bad!

Aya: Ah…it doesn’t look good today.

- When they did engine, he might have said “Today, my sister comes” so everyone’s spacing out.

Aya: I don’t think he said!

- When the team’s in tough situation like this, what would Shibata-san do?

Aya: I’m the type of person “I am me” *laugh* Although we helped each other during Team E, but I was changed for real only after moving to KII.

- Spirit “For the Team” of KII changed you?

Aya: That’s right! In the past, I only thought of my own result. But after that, I started to think of team’s victory.

- Comparing to a baseball game, right?

Aya: My result wasn’t really good. In KII, team’s atmosphere was great. When the team got more attention, people also started to pay more attention to me. So, that shuffle was a success for me.

- Was there anyone told you “you look changed”?

Aya: Many! Before that, I’ve never gone out with other team members. That was the first time that I, myself, would like to invite everyone to a dinner.

- Revolution!

Aya: The present Team E is also full of energy and very steady. Now, we are performing shuffle Koen with other team’s members. It’s fun to know the other side that I’ve never known, just like CE-PA league.

(CE-PA league is a cross-region league: central league and pacific league)

- It’s nice, comparing with baseball.

Aya: Feels like WBA, maybe?

- It’s WBC *laugh* (WBC = World Baseball Classic)

Aya: Ah it’s wrong! That’s basketball.

- Basketball is NBA! Maybe, you are drunk *laugh*

Aya: No, I’m not!

- Then, let’s have one more.

Aya: …alright *smile* Excuse me, beer please. *gulp* Ha!

- It’s great to have a drink like this. Now, let’s talk about the group. Are there young members that look interesting?

Aya: Yes! The ones who perform Koen together recently and I think they’re interesting are Hidaka Yuzuki and Asai Yuka-chan. Yuzuki can show facial expression like a grown-up, very impressive. As for Asai-chan, I feel that she has potential. Saying like this may seem overpraising though *laugh* In cheerful songs, she can do better than expected, just as good as regular members.

(T/N: Yukatan was still a Kenkyuusei at the time of this interview)

- Saying like this, Shibata-san’s votes may go to Asai Yuka-san. (T/N: Aya didn’t run for election in 2016)

Aya: That’s okay. My votes can go to any members as long as they’re SKE48. But of course, I want them to vote NonMei (Kimoto Kanon and Sakai Mei) the most. I want 4th gen to get higher. There are lots of children in SKE48, of all these high schoolers, I want both of them to be outstanding. They are children who will carry on SKE48 hereafter.

- For example, Ego-chan?

Aya: That’s right! Just a little bit more for Ego-chan, she really has potential.

- Shibata-san doesn’t run for election this year…

Aya: That’s because I had already decided.

  “propriety” and “talent”

 - Next is the same question that we ask other members in this issue. There are times when the atmosphere in the group doesn’t look good, now it seems to be better, what do you think?

Aya: After Mae no Meri, the atmosphere wasn’t quite good. Both fans and members all got “Rena Loss” effect. However, another important event just has passed, it’s (Miyazawa) Sae-san’s graduation concert. There was also “Sae-san Loss” before and after the concert.

- This is interesting.

Aya: Because of Sae-san’s word, everyone becomes united. Everyone’s so ready to fight. We keep the memories in that day and continue to do our best.

- Sae-san was the center of everyone. Seems like she gave solidarity as graduation present.

Aya: It might be. It was a huge thing that Sae-san joined us…um…

(Now, another double play happens)

Aya: Wahh!! Gettsu again, how many times now!?

- 3rd time today.

Aya: Eh, where we left off?

- Sae-san *laugh*

Aya: Ah, that’s right *laugh*

- Come to talk about it, in graduation concert, after Sae-san left the stage, there was announcement about new system, right? There was captain and vice-leader appointment which let us see the next chapter of SKE48. That was great.

Aya: Yeah!

- Anyways, there was nothing like this when Rena-san graduated. That’s why, there’s sadness left inside.

Aya: That’s true. Now, atmosphere in the group is much relieved.

- One more thing we would like to ask. For SKE, the period of WMatsui is the longest period. But not only those 2, there was also the period that Shibata Aya, Takayanagi Akane, Suda Akari competing for “A”

(T/N: “A” is their initial, these 3 have the same. After JR, they compete for A. However, I think most people comprehend that A belongs to Akane.)

Aya: Including me? Thank you. *laugh*

- I think you are all can reach to WMatsui level. To be like that, what do you think is needed?

Aya: What is it…I am the rebel type, kind of like “there’s no way she gets into Senbatsu” That time, I was only competing with myself because I wanted to get into Senbatsu. I tried with all my might both in Koen and handshake event. But, you can’t just focus on handshake event. It’s completely different from being a survivor in entertainment industry.

- That’s right.

Aya: It’s very important to have many fans. But to be better, you need to have your own talent. In this past year, I didn’t care much whether my handshake ticket sold out or not. But of course, as long as I’m here in the group, I dedicate myself into it more than anything. However, I also need to think about the future, both “propriety” and “talent”. I also have to learn to broaden my perspective.

- Talking about “talent”, are there any members who seem interesting?

Aya: It’s (Goto) Rara! She’s good at English and golf. And she’s trying her best earnestly. She’s very talented. (Furuhata) Nao-chan’s also good at singing and acting. (Azuma) Rion’s also like that, she has so many charm points. I’m so jealous of them.  

- So right now, there are many juniors that could make seniors jealous.

Aya: That’s right! But we also need to have someone, whom fans infatuate with, like Yunana. There are children who are different from Jurina-san and Rena-san competing. Isn’t it what we would like to see?

(match ended, Hosei lost 1-11)

Aya: Ah!! They’re lost!

- You missed an opportunity to be “Angel of Victory”…

Aya: Um…we should have a rematch. I will come again in Fall season! I promise!

#Shibata Aya #100%SKE48 #SKE48

[stardusstt]

1-10 😚

1. Your current relationship, if single discuss how single life is. I am single at the moment, and i actually really love it. I like having time for me and my friends and not having to worry about a guy. I like having crushes on guys and not having to be like “uh oh i like this other guy a little whoops” maybe i just had a horrible demonic presence as a bf but idk lol.

2 .Where you’d like to be in 10 years. in ten years ill be 30 lmao and honestly don’t wanna think about that. but hopefully ill have a good job? lol i want to live in california

3. Your views on drugs and alcohol.  i used to be a total stick in the ass (is that an expression) about drugs and alcohol, but now idc. I smoke weed socially and drink all the time. But like it opens your mind to other things, like i feel so much more comfortable with myself. I feel like i can talk freely about anything to anyone.

4. Your views on religion.  since my dad died i haven’t been very religious, even before then we never went to church. It was just always a thing, like God is there. and I’m not blaming my beliefs on the fact that my dad died, i know it has no real correlation. religion has never played a huge role in my life, and when my dad died i feel like any of what i had got thrown out the window, i started making bad decisions and coped in all the wrong ways, but I’ve made it through that. I really don’t know what i believe in, but i will never push anyones beliefs away, I’m open to them, if that makes any bit of sense.

5.  A time you thought about ending your own life. theres actually been quite a few times, mostly in my past. its funny i used to think i wanted to kill myself because my dad died, but now i realize it was what happened after that that made me feel that way. i mean i was already suffering from depression and then this kid keeps telling you “everyone dies, death is okay its okay to want to kill yourself or hurt yourself” and then manipulate me into doing promiscuous things in school (MIDDLE FUCKING SCHOOL) and make you give up the music you love because “you love them more than me, go suck his dick” (hmmm gladly) oh not to forget, calls you a slut and a whore for having a normal connection with a teacher, (mind you in front of said teacher). so yeah all those things drove me to want to kill myself, But recently any of the times I’ve felt that way, its been resolved rather quickly because now i have music in my life again, and music calms me more than anything.

6. Write 30 interesting facts about yourself. ohmygod this post is already soooo long lol, but honestly i really like getting my thoughts out like this no offense lol, even if no one reads it i still feel like I’m getting shit out in the open! 1.i lost my virginity when i was 13 2. i have two middle names; Patricia, Grace. . 3. the first celebrity i ever met was Bret Michaels 4. my favorite band is Guns N’ Roses and honestly don’t know what id do without that band in my life 5. i get angry really easily sometimes over the stupidest things 6. I’m into older men (if it wasn’t obvious to tell) 7. the day Prince died i had to leave school early because i was crying so much, and honestly have not gotten over it 8. ive been best friends w the most amazing bitch since 5th grade (thats like 10 years!!!) 9. i used to have a celeb crush on jim carrey lmao 10. ive never sang (like real singing) in front of anyone 11. i met slash at the milwaukee airport lol 12. i work at a party city and honestly with some of the greatest people i think ill ever meet 13. i have a bondage and daddy kink 14. i used to be a rebel without a cause, kind of a bitch and totally inappropriate at school 15. i had/ve a major crush on my high school teacher (who in my defense used to be a model for ralph lauren, and loved Poison sooooo uhhh) 16. i have major trust issues 17. i want to be a stripper 18. i love nascar and have since i was really little 19. i used to be terrified of tornadoes and even when it rained  a little i would have a full on panic attack 20. I’m getting a pet snake FINALLY 21. i have at least 6 different styles in the way i dress 22. ive been obsessed with the 80s since i was like in 6th grade 23. i have a theory that David Bowie isn’t of Earth 24. I’ve had a paranormal experience 25. i love christmas 26. i go to a lot of concerts alone 27. i loved the song Darling Nikki so much when i was younger, my mom had to beg me not to tell people lmao 28. when i saw Poison live, i cried during Talk Dirty To Me lol 29. i love driving and listening to my music 30. i love marvel and the mcu, and its like one of the things I’m most passionate about (I’m a dork) 

7. Your zodiac sign and if you think it fits your personality. I’m a scorpio but since i was born on the 24th of october I’m a cusp w libra. I think that these signs reflect me very well, more so for scorpio obvi. but over time I’ve read that scorpios don’t really feel open about talking about certain things, they have trust issues, extremely sexual, jealous/possessive, they connect deeply… which are all things that really remind me of myself. I’ve been into astrology for as long as i can remember, so its a big deal to me lol.

8. A moment you felt the most satisfied with your life probably when i went to milwaukee, i did it alone, i paid for everything i went on a plane for the first time went to a hotel went in an uber lol all by myself. i really truly felt so amazing there, like nothing was stopping me and like if i can do this i can some day live in california on my own. its definitely one of the best things I’ve ever done in my life, not to mention, doing it all to see my favorite band from the fucking third row.

9. How you hope your future will be like i don’t like realistically thinking about the future, because i don’t really know what i want yet. but i guess i want to be in california with a steady income.

10. Discuss your first love and first kiss. my first love was Prince, when i listened to him it felt like i was hearing music for the first time, it was so unique to me. my first kiss was a drag tbh lol

thanks so much for asking dude, love ya! 💖💋

[flightandsurvival]

My favorite time is time spent with this guy.  He’s exactly what I needed in my life at the exact right time. 

1: Do they drink coffee? He does.

2: Are they left or right handed? He’s right handed. 

3: How do they do their hair? Facial hair? (If they have it) He likes a smooth fade. He’s one of those guys who gets his hair cut on the reg and will pay a decent amount for a good cut. He does not have facial hair, baby boy can’t really grow much. 

4: What’s their favorite animal? Honestly, I can’t confidently say what his very favorite animal is but he is a big fan of wolves and big house cats. 

5: What is their relationship status? He’s in a relationship :)

6: What is their favorite band/singer? Chris Brown.  This is not something I’m particularly supportive of.

7: Are they more a cat or dog person? He likes both. 

8: What does their laugh sound like? His laugh, his real laugh, is pretty boisterous and raspy. 

9: Do they know multiple languages? Which ones? He only knows English.

10: How old are they? How old are you? We are both 26, I’ll be 27 in a few days though...

11: One word that describes them. Sweet.

12: Do they have any pets? His family has pets but he doesn’t have one of his own.

13: What is their favorite TV show? He has a lot of TV shows that he likes and it depends on his mood. He’s running through Breaking Bad for the 5th time right now. 

14: What is their favorite movie? He’s super into movies. I;d say his fav is probably Halloween. 

15: What car do they drive? Acura. 

16: What ethnicity and/or nationality are they? Whiiiiiiite.

17: Where did you meet them? Work... I interviewed him and then was his direct supervisor for three weeks. Oops. 

18: What was your first meeting like? It was kind of weird and awkward, as interviews are lol

19: What is their zodiac sign? Are your signs compatible? He’s an Aquarius. 

20: What month is their birthday? January.

21: What is your favorite outfit on them? Black t-shirt and khaki joggers. 

22: Are they good texters? Usually. 

23: Your favorite feature about their appearance. His smile, the big genuine one. 

24: Your favorite thing about their personality. I love that he’s so willing to listen to my thoughts and feelings and he’s so willing to be open about his thoughts and feelings. 

25: Do they make you laugh? Yes. 

26: Do you make them laugh? Mmhmm. 

27: Are they good huggers/ kissers? Mmmmmmm yes. 

28: What is your favorite “flaw” that they have? His terrible, off key singing voice. He sings to me in the car, in bed, when we watch TV. 

29: Are they nice to strangers? He’s ridiculously friendly and outgoing. 

30: What is the funniest thing they have ever said? There’s been many funny moments, I’m not sure about the funniest. 

31: Saddest? He lets me in real deep and has since day one. 

32: Weirdest? We’ve had great conversations about puckered buttholes lol. 

33: Cutest? Every time that he professes how much he cares about me and how special I am to him. It’s so cute I could vom. 

34: Ever dreamt about them? What happened in the dream? Sooooo many times lol. I’ve had some weird dreams with him in them and I’ve had some steamy dreams with him in them. 

35: How tall are they? How tall are you? He’s 5′9″ and I’m 5′3″,

36: Do they have a booty? A little white boy booty. 

37: What are their hobbies? Playing football, playing video games, watching movies, reading, smoking. 

38: What are their talents? He is able to connect with literally anyone. He’s such a people person it’s amazing to me because I hate everyone lol. 

39: What would your dream date be with them? Dream date is our norm- spending time together just the two of us tqalking about dumb stuff, having  meal together, and watching a movie together snuggled up on the couch or in bed. 

40: Does anyone know about your crush/love? Uh yeah lol. 

41: What do you guys have in common? We are both people who enjoy helping others, we like scary movies, we love sushi, we have similar political views, we’re both super into true crime, we both have insane anxiety lol. 

42: Do they go to the gym? Not currently. 

43: Do they go by their given name? Yeah. 

44: What is their favorite color? Red.

45: How far apart do you live from them? 25 minute drive. 

46: What song reminds you of them? Ariana Grande - Needy. Mostly bc I’m needy af lol. 

47: Do they listen to a lot of music? All the time. 

48: What do they smell like? He smells soooooo good. I don’t know for sure what it is that he’s got going on in terms of cologne but let it be known that his smell is my favorite smell.  

49: If they were in a book (protagonist or antagonist or supporting character, up to you) how would the writer describe them? Protagonist/love interest. 

50: How often do you see them? A few times a week. My work schedule is weird, his work schedule will be weird, we see each other as much as time allows. 

51: The last text message they sent you? It’s a text making sure I know how happy I make him... honestly I cannot even handle it. I woke up to texts about how special I am to him and how much he appreciates me and him wanting to make sure I know how amazing I am... he’s too good for this world and I truly do not know how he has landed to perfectly into my life. 

52: The last thing they said to you in person? Probably a thank you and a drive safe with lots of kisses. :)

53: What is the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you in front of them? I’m not ever embarrassed by anything and I certainly don’t ever feel like I need to be embarrassed about anything when I’m with him. 

54: Do they have any tattoos or piercings? Yes. 

55: What color are their eyes? Gray blue. 

56: What is their clothing style? Relaxed, casual swag. 

57: What is one thing that makes them really special? How open he is and how willing he is to let me know everything about him. 

58: Will you tell your crush your feelings? Yes. We’re in a relationship and we are always telling each other lol. 

59: How long did you know them before you started falling for them? Umm, I’d say like a month and a half. We met, we flirted a little, we slept together, I was resistant to making it a regular thing, he was super patient with me and also super supportive of me, and then it was a wrap. 

60: Was there a defining moment when you knew you liked them? When I ghosted him after we slept together and he still sat front row when I did my stupid work presentation because he knew I was super nervous and hate public speaking. It actually made me more nervous lol but there waqs so much thought behind that action. 

#relationship survey #survey #personal #questionnaire #me #couples survey

[hemsworths-chris]

tag games galore

heyo! i’ve been tagged in a shitload of tag games recently, but i haven’t had time for them. well, i’ve got some time on my hands now, so let’s go! 

NUMBER ONE: we rowed out across the hudson at dawn - shut up, sandhya

anyways, tagged by the lovely @gabrielledelacour​; thanks, love!

5 things you’ll find in my bag (wait what kind of bag is this)

my phone, and its accessories (adapter, earbuds etc)

a book (i dunno how large this bag is but)

lip balm

a pencil (or probably way too much stationary)

um shit i dunno i don’t usually carry handbags and stuff

5 things in my bedroom

books

books

MORE BOOKS

posters and shit

just school related stuff

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

WRITE A NOVEL

discover something new!

make people proud

literally just have an unproblematic group of friends

find something to be passionate about :)

5 things that make me happy

amazing additions to tumblr posts in the tags

being with my friends

debating

listening to music (atm, preferably hamilton)

writing and reading incredible things!

5 things that I’m currently into

hamilton

harry potter

tumblr

actually studying for the amc 10 (kinda)

playing the viola!

5 things on my to-do list

learn html and/or calligraphy

study for literature

make new friends!

write up this fic i’ve had running through my mind for god knows how long

stay away from toxic people tbh

5 things you may not know about me

i type abnormally quickly

i can raise one eyebrow at a time

i will take algebra over geometry and chem/physics over bio any day of the week

my favorite youtube channels are vlogbrothers and lssc!

i do my a’s like “a”, rather that the more typical one that’s an oval with the line by it 

that was fun! next one: tagged by @ginnweasley​, @gentleginny, @oblviqte, @pomonasprowt, @ohremvs, and @peterpettiness; thanks!

RULES: you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. put your music on shuffle, and list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people.

right off the bat: for the most part, i listen to hamilton these days, but i’ll be shuffling it from my personal playlist.

1. Lock Me Up - The Cab

2. Centuries - Fall Out Boy

3. I’m So Sorry - Imagine Dragons 

4. Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

5. All I Want - Kodaline

6. Absolutely Final Goodbye - Christina Grimmie 

7. This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy

8. Politiclash - PAINT (Jon Cozart)

9. Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

10. Riptide - Vance Joy

and also, some song recs! all the ones listed, and the following: literally everything by fall out boy, american money (BØRNS), electric love (also BØRNS), gasoline (halsey), cities (nat and alex wolff), in your pocket (maroon 5), maps (maroon 5), angel in blue jeans (train), boulevard of broken dreams (green day, of course), cake by the ocean (DNCE)

next! tagged by my favorite person in the universe, @bauqelaire - too good for this world, too pure.

1) last song you listened to: shit i don’t remember, probably something from hamilton

2) three shows on your watch list: sherlock, the late show with stephen colbert, maybe supernatural or supergirl or friends or something (i don’t watch much tv)

3) best concert you’ve ever been to: i mean i’ve only ever been to one, a katy perry concert in 5th grade with @hearing-from-my-lawyers and another friend. and while we’re being mainstream, it was pretty lit!

4) last person you hugged: probably my mom

5) favorite flower: orchid!

6) least favorite type of jewelry: anklets, i can’t stand them!

7) favorite band/singer: the cast of hamilton, fall out boy, BØRNS

8) if you could dye your hair any colour what would it be: my hair is black, so probably a shade of blue, or maybe green - any ideas? i probably won’t tho

9) greatest compliment you have ever received: i really don’t recall, sorry

10) if you had to choose 2 of your friends to live on an island with, who would they be: @hearing-from-my-lawyers and either the 1st speaker on my debate team, a certain rock (not dwayne lol), or @leonine13

11) you’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy: prob vanilla cuz i’m basic

my questions: just do these, i don’t have time to think of more and they’re really good questions

here’s a long one! tagged by the amazing @boat-face-mcgee

rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun! 

a - age: 14


b - biggest fear: being unimportant, and bees

c - current time: 7:51 pm


d - drink you last had: water

e - every day starts with: waking up and wishing i could sleep longer


f - favourite song: wait for it, from hamilton (i think??? there are loads of songs that i love tbh)


g - ghosts, are they real: in a metaphorical sense, absolutely; in a real sense, i’ve seen no real proof for either side of the argument so i can’t judge


h - hometown: i’d rather not say, but it’s in Silicon Valley!


i - in love with: my family and friends :)

j - jealous of: basically everyone tbh, but esp people who seem to succeed at life and school easily; i mean, they put in effort, but it always works out for them!

k - killed someone: my innocence


l - last time you cried: this morning bc i’m pathetic


m - middle name: don’t have one


n - number of siblings: zero

o - one wish: to get into a good high school; alternatively, for lin-manuel miranda to randomly decide to reprise his role of alexander hamilton for the 8 pm performance of hamilton in sfo in late march (i can’t recall the date rip)

p - person you last called/texted: the best friend!

q - questions you’re always asked: are you in *insert some grade 2-3 grades higher than what i actually am*? bc i’m tall

r - reasons to smile: friends! sunshine! pandas! fluffy fanfics!

s - song last sang: idk


t - time you woke up: around 10:10 am

u - underwear color: ...blue...

w - worst habit: i bite my nails! it’s really bad but i just can’t stop!


x - x-rays you’ve had: 2, once when i broke my finger and once when i broke my toe

y - your favourite quote: “It is a far, far better thing I do, than I have ever done ; it is a far, far better rest I go to than I have ever known.” -Sydney Carton (my problematic fave), A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens (that quote was listed by @boat-face-mcgee, but i love it too! i don’t really have a favorite, though, since are so many i love)

z - zodiac sign (but also myers-briggs) : Sagittarius, ENFP

next one: also tagged by @bauqelaire!

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better

relationship status: single, thankfully

favorite color: turquoise or navy blue!

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick

last song i listened to: i dunno, sorry

last movie i watched: part of the first indiana jones movie, i think

top 3 tv shows: atla, lssc, basically anything on the food network 

top 3 characters: (just three??? what???) sirius black, remus lupin, aaron burr, and since i can’t follow rules, finnick odair, june iparis, and hermione granger

top 3 ships: j i l y, odesta, blackinnon

books i’m currently reading: hamlet for school, and the fbawtft screenplay!

for this next one, i was tagged by @pickettandnewt

1 Song : the room where it happens, from hamilton

2 Movies : fbawtft, and moana!

3 Shows : the late show with stephen colbert, atla, friends

4 People : i’ll just tag 4 of my fave tumblr users: @peppermintparvati, @fjrebolt, @emmelinevvance, @nargles (feat. @lumox!) (oh and also my irl friends: @hearing-from-my-lawyers, @emofandomgirl, @leonine13 and @aweami543)

5 Foods : boba, mozzarella sticks, asian eggplant, malai kofta (i could swim in the stuff tbh), paneer paratha

there are a few more that i’ve been tagged in, but i’ve tried not do anything that i’ve done before.

tagging: @chodear​, @nargles​, @grriphook​, @mxrcusflint​, @emmelinevvance​, @bauqelaire​, @fjrebolt​, @snuffls​, @hearing-from-my-lawyers​, @lumox​, @padampatil​, @cedricdiggory​, @dailyprophet​, @jilys​, @hogsmecd​, @gxnnyweasley​, @pctter​, @pcnsypcrkinson​, @winterblackburned​, @jamespottuh​, @softprongs​, @tragedys​, and anyone else who wants to do them! you can do as many or as few as you want; i love you all!

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