#you didnt fuckin pay for it

[queer-pagan-witch]

One day I will learn, that just because the bottle is low, does not mean I need to finish off the bottle.

#imma be so fuckin hungover tomorrow #someone should kiss me #and i moght be either asexual or aromantic or both which like woo thats funny to only me for so many trauma reasons #i love #im so drunk #i too drunk #i stated typing thos at 12:30 #imma smoke pot after i post this #if your reqding my tags hi i love you. why are you reading this though like im a schizo bipolar depreased trans girl im unhinged in the tags #i need to stop drinking by myself #if think im an alcoholic as well if it wasnt for the fact that i can genuinely stop when ever i want but idkmaybe that changes? #at this point im just typing to annoy myself cause i think its funny to annoy other people and itd be hypothetical to not annoy myself #im ramblimg in the tags and honestly its your fault for still reading this #trans thought time #i wish i was born with a pussy but i do like having a cock and there is a possibility im genderfluid and fuck me that sucks if true #like how do you transition if your genderfluid? like i kinda want a cock and pussy and i know thats an actual option #but is it the right option? #i hate being trans but not knowing what kinda trans maybe ill hit where im at with my gender and just say tranny #cause i already say faggot for my sexuality instead of anything specific maybe i should just say tranny #this is probably what a therapist is for but idk if i can justify paying for this instead of saving money to buy a hoise #america sucks #capitalism sucks #love is such a bullshit thing #how can i be in love with some ane be in love with someone. being in love is nothing but selfish but also you have to be selfish for youryou #like i know that doesn't make sense sense but it makes sense to me and i also know its wrong #maybe i should give up and spend money on a therapist #i love my freinds and would sacrifice myself for them literally #12:51 and i have one more short tag to add #i hope you didnt read this far cause even in a drunk state this tag is embarrassing and im sorry you know me irl im sorry this is rambly+ugh #but if you dead read all the tags <3 i love yoh and would die for you

[todayisafridaynight]

That fuckin new bucket list trailer for 8?????????

hey what if we all just cut ourselves in half after this huh

#snap chats #OH MY GOD WIFE DATE REAL ???? #'the first time i pay my respects' and it just so happens yall show up together...... just tell me theyre married already.. #sorry guys im delulu about the marital status of date and kiryu like.... wife... #bUT MORE IMPORTANTLY SURVIVE REUNION SCENE REAAAAAL WHAT IF WE ALL KILLED OURSELVES #i love how akiyama. #its genuinely so funny how this whole time everyone @ akiyama like 'kiryus dead you have to move on' #and he Rightfully So is just Nuh Uh <3 like can someone tell my guy he was right #I Repeat absolutely no one who knows kiryu ever believed he was really dead cmon now.. #OK BUT WAIT SPEAKING OF BEING DELULU POCKET CIRCUIT FIGHTER PLOT SIGNIFICANCE REAL ? MAYBE ? #idc im just glad..... photo....... i also think kiryu and PCF are married btw #lovers in another timeline... if fate didnt pull them apart theyd be forever <- if kiryu committed to stop being apart of the yakuza #LET ME SEE GRANDPA PCF NEOW #sorry this was the cutest trailer. and by Cutest Trailer im going to fucking throw up WAHHH #i cant ignore the fact i had to listen to goofy's eng va deliver the fuckin uhhhhh what the word NARRATION. YEAH. #there's a kingdom hearts joke here so imagine i made it but anyway. thank you for drawing this to my attention #im going to go eat shit and die

[nerosdayinanime]

more jjk sillies bc theyre fun

#neros art tag #jjk #spoilers in tags #oc: icarus #oc: aether #jjk oc #'dead guy' being potato junpei whos actually still alive to their surprise #drew/redrew a few of the incorrect quote things we made of them #didnt get to do the misery/reeses puffs/cpr joke [pensive] (junpei icarus aether respectively) #also all of the old ones had the hair parted to the wrong side lmao #explanation/context again: icarus has a ver of the gojo special eyes and can see how cursed energy flows- mahito cracks the soul open to #transfigure people(not canon- my interp) h icarus can mold the souls he's cracked open. they resuscitate junpei and become a little curse #user trio- they teach junpei how to properly use cursed energy and such- then during the culling games #yuuji & junpei reunite- them & aether go to find hakari while icarus offered to go find megumi for him #megumi does not trust strangers #its been fuckin ages since ive read the manga i havent kept up w it outside of snippets i see on tumblr i have no clue whats going on #'HEY MAN WHAT THE FUCK. DUDE. I WAS SENT BY YUUJI YOU DICK- i stfg if my appendix ruptures bc of that youre paying my medical bills-' #oh yeah also i missed it when i was looking back Aether can also bite people to sap cursed eneegy. when she bites tho it becomes Hers #instead of just withering away. void & icarus do their own thing- run a little shop that dissuades small cursed spirits from ppl & makes #life a little easier for some. theyr not anything big theyre just trying to have fun & help a few ppl out along the way #oh ya first set they were watching yuuji & nanami go ham on mahito #'we probably shouldnt fuck with that..'

[arcenergy]

every time i remember that im an adult that lives by myself and is financially independent my brain crashes like a lenovo laptop running windows 7

#misc #life comes at you fast when youre going 30 over the speed limit #as someone who isnt even 22 yet i am kind of worried that i grew up too fast but i also didnt really have a choice.. everyone always thinks #im like 25 or something and its like actually i couldnt even drink last year @_@ #i dont really feel like im getting ahead but #more like im just tryna fuckin make it thru the week and i cant comprehend ppl my age goofing off at every possible moment. dont you guys #have bills to pay or some shit #i do miss having a part time job bc shit was so much different this time last year but i also need to eat

[cereusblue]

The plot thickens, yall.

My job position got removed and thus I was laid off. I did cry, but ya know what? I have a wonderful husband to take care of me AND I got a call from a recruiter from a company I like who really liked me! So, things are going to be okay. This new place offers infinitely better benefits, I just got to get put into a position. ~

#life update #my workplace was full of horrid people #management has been harrassing me for the couple months to try and make me quit. #well jokes on you bitch #pay me fucking unemployment and sit on a fucking cactus #they didnt think my position was doing anything with their new system. welp #dead wrong #they have no idea all the shit i do #and they just shot themselves in the foot considering all the fuckin stuff that wont be done anymore #they didnt train anyone to do my stuff anyway #so yeah #they also fired like a fifth of our total staff #people are walking out left and right. the company is going down fast

[gibbearish]

my psych appointment is monday so ive decided to quit taking the wellbutrin now rather than waiting till then because i already know for sure its not working if not making it worse. and wow wouldnt you know it i already feel slightly better than i did yesterday

#could easily be me placeboing myself tho so who knows we shall see #but yeah ive spent three fuckin months sitting around waiting to see if this med would decide to work eventually i think ive waited #long enough #also im gonna be like 'hey so first of all we're not fucking doing that long of a goddamn trial again when i told you at the end of the #first month i didnt feel like it was working and second of all since my insurance isnt covering these and im self pay we're going to #be skipping over the starter baby doses. put me on the regular dose then if thats too much we can scale it back not the other way around #but im so fucking done sitting around for months like 'will this be the day my brain finally works? probably not'

[novelcain]

I will never forget the day my former boss looked me dead in the eyes on my orientation day and said: I'm a great judge of character. I can tell that you're an extrovert.

Me nervously laughing because every time I had interacted with this man I was masking my ass off to get this job and most certainly was NOT an extrovert but also didn't want to somehow risk my new job by saying otherwise: Yep! You got me!

#there was also this one time i got this male customer by himself at noon so ofc he just had to talk to me #and this bitch literally asked are you always this bubbly? #and i said yes ya know like a liar #because wtf else am i supposed to say? #no i'm actually never like this and if my wages didn't come from GENEROUS tips of my customers i'd never show a single ounce of emotion #bc im autistic (didnt know it at the time tho) and i really hate dealing with bitches like you first thing in the morning #and then this bitch had the NERVE to ask me YoU wErE rAiSeD bY ChRisTiaNs WeReNT yOu? #and i was so shocked i didn't know how to respond and ended up fumbling out I'm actually not Christian #AND THIS MOFO HAD THE AUDACITY TO SAY oh i can tell but that's not what I asked #LIKE BITCH WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE #so me just wanting desperately for this conversation to be over i nervously say yes #and he says yeah i can tell you were raised by a good family #WHEN I TELL YOU THIS WAS THE CLOSEST I EVER CAME TO BREAKING I COULD FEEL MY EYE TWITCHING WITH HOW ANGRY I WAS #I SWEAR I WAS ALMOST SCREAMING AT THIS MAN ABOUT HOW TRAUMATIC IT WAS GROWING UP WITH A CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIAN FAMILY #luckily i kept my composure (and my job) and awkwardly replied haha yeah... i should go check if your food is done now #AND WHEN I TELL YOU I FUCKIN SPRINTED TO THE KITCHEN #istg you couldn't pay me all the money in the world to work customer service ever again #fuck that fuck olive garden and fuck that guy in particular #there's reason you was eatin lunch alone bitch

[jalopeura]

royal assassin lb thread:

ive only known cub for 10 chapters but if anything happens to him i will kill everyone in this room and then myself

#also the fools lil serenade to fitz lmao and fitz didnt even like. think he should pay any mind to it? my guy......... #the guy who speaks in riddles literally gave you a quest go fuckin DO IT man #rote lb

[mxbitters]

the old care bears stuff could’ve been so fuckin cool if they just maybe werent patronizing about it and actually tried to understand that kids’ emotions and stuff like friendship/social isolation are really nuanced but they really just .  mm. cool fuckin demons though 

#ok dark heart isnt actually tootoo scary to me as much as he is funny considering how just. baaaaaaadly written he was like the end wtf #but the fuckin BOOK DEMON are you KIDDING ME #and dont get me started with that one fuckin spell. the fuckin barracuda swordfish whatever it was #and then the TREE and whatever fuckin bird thing that was supposed to be-- #like oh im sorry i didnt think the care bears movie would be my introduction to the feeling of being HUNTED FOR SPORT #i actually dont pay much attention to new developments in care bears aside from if i see new toys #theyre cute even though idk abt the denim line. jare bears. fuckin. ok. #idk what the show or whatever looks like though #but like the early 2000s movies seemed to be more like.. care-a-lot centered.. #so like i think they're not really flyin down anymore?? #lmao like a mlp treatment where a harder line is drawn between the lovable colorful characters and just. some kids #to be fair though it does make sense. 'i'm tenderheart bear and im your FRIEND' umm who are you and she talked to me first

[thebewilderer]

shout-out to this crazy bitch who kept telling me she was gonna "slap the shit outta this bitch" ("this bitch" is me) because I didn't let her and her grubby ass boyfriend shove their way between me and my ma tryna get off the airplane.

come on girl, you know you weren't gonna do shit in one of the most heavily overguarded public areas in the US, grow tf up

anyways hope you got home safe and are taking a nap so you're not as grouchy, and hope someday you'll figure out how to talk to human beings 💕

#great way to know if someones not actually gonna slap the shit outta you #is if they keep talking about how theyre gonna slap the shit outta you #if u was gonna slap me you'd just have slapped me #lmao when her grubby ass boyfriend started doing the same thing i DIED #it was like a switch had been flipped #''hey tf you doin i bought these fuckin shoes you wanna buy my fuckin shoes i bought my fuckin shoes you gonna pay for my fuckin shoes'' #my brother in christ. bro. calm down. take a nap. relax. #batshit crazy motherfuckers in this city lmao #ah well i take solace in the knowledge that they're absolutely not going anywhere in life talking to people like that #gonna be 63 with 17 kids that hate them workin at dollar general after being fired from mcdonalds #nasty nASTY people holy crap #but i was impressed with how they just. kept. gOING. #like this girl didnt stop #it was a constant stream of ''gonna slap the shit outta you bitch tf u think u are imma fuck u up i aint playin'' #like i couldn't talk that much if i tried and shes here like. that's her monday morning 6:00 tired asf bc she woke up at 1:30 to put on her- #-ten foot long eyelashes and inch-thick makeup #damn #ih #pers

[nerosdayinanime]

welp. fuck. gonna make another sabigiyuu animation bc im once again hit w how well Welcome Home fits w them

#loserboy giyuu posting #i have another little snippet i really wanna fuckin make #one of those modern aus but they remember their past lives #im thinking they remember when they turn the age they died originally #sabito had a weird bit when they were younger snd he got really defensive but giyuu didnt pay it much mind. #then giyuu turned 25 and he runs out to sabito who smiles at him- turning a little melancholy and apologetic when he notices giyuus state #giyuu crushes him in a hug that he returns just as fiercely- a silent apology and promise to never let go again #A U GH IM GONNA FUCKING CRY #god sabigiyuu hurts my fuckin soul #something something desperation loss broken promises lonely hearts clinging to eachother #sabigiyuu #'you were never supposed to leave- now my head's splitting at the seams' 'and i dont know if i can...' #<not the bit i wanna animate but O U GH #man..............

[99k4manii]

(NOT PROOF READ)

Ony x black!f!reader

Sooo basicallyyyy fem reader who lowkey strong asf get jealous but like she little bitty like literally 5’1 while ony a whopping 6,4 everytime YALL argue you give him some rough bruises then y’all fuck it out

Warnings: nsfw! P in V, jealousy, toxic relationship, idk what else tbh

You and Ony were cuddling on the couch watching “missing” for like the 100th time, he half sleep half woke and his phone started dingin’ at first you didn’t really pay attention. But then it started getting constant so you picked up his phone and put his passcode in to see messages from instagram? but you was pretty sure you told him to delete that shit!

Next thing you know you scrolling through some texts from a bitch named “Ri’hna” it’s like they were texting non-stop yk damn well he aint drop sum off for her ONE time you was finna wake his ass up and slap him in his shit but something told you too see what this bitch look like so you know who you finna beat tf up.

after about like 35-40ish minutes of checking her socials (off of his phone) the bitch texted talkin’ bout’ sum “mmm why you looking at my page sm?? You obsessed aint you 👅👅?” First of all, the bitch was ugly asf and built sloppy second of all, the bitch knew he had a girl! Thats what made you aggressively wake up ony.

“Hmm..? What ma-“ he said sluggishly and he was tired but once a hard ass slap hit him across his face he woke up right away “y/n what the fuck?!” He said like he didnt know what was going on (he didnt) “now who tf is ri’hna?” You said calmly but in a minute you was finna go off “what is you talkin’ bout?!” Ony looked at you with a confused faced then you punch him in his nose, “nigga stop playing dumb with me” you said tryna keep yourself from hitting him again “y/n you ain’t gon keep hitting’ me!” “NIGGA JUST ANSWER MY QUESTION” you said finally gettin loud after that Yall started fighting not just yelling but fist fighting

Ony ended up spendin’ the night at armin and his girls house (your friend) “damnnn she fucked yo shit up!” Armin said feeling bad Ony had a couple bruises over his face nd a somewhat black eye “what did you do fa ha do dat?” F/n had asked with a concerned look, “ion even fuckin know! She just started asking me who Ri’hna is..” “well who is she” f/n had asked “she a regular drop off but she got a crush on Ony” armin and had said “well if yk she gatta crush on you.. why don’t you block ha or sum’ ?” F/n had asked a good question “because she a customer and y/n shouldve look at the messages better I don’ t respond unless she ask for a drop!” Armin and f/n look at each other “welllll—“ armin said “how bout you just go talk to her yk Yall gon end up back togetha’ anyway” he was right no matter how many times y’all “broke up” or fought y’all ended up fuckin’ it out nd being lovey doves again

It was about 2:23 am you heard a knock at yo apartment door you was confused asf because why somebody at your door at 2 somthing in da morning? You looked through da peep hole, suprise suprise it was no other than ony

“Ngh~! Ohh~!” “Fuck-fuck-fuckkkk” here you two are fucking like animals on the living room floor, that’s how terrible it is y’all didn’t even make it to the bedroom! “Mama, you better not beat me up like that again understand?” Ony said somewhat outa Breath while in missionary still pounding tf outa you. “Don’t make me want~to beat you up aga~in” you said with moans interrupting your words. “You didn’t even let me try to explain myse-“ you shut him up with a French kiss “that’s the past this the present forget about that”

After a couple days the same thing happened which ended up in you two fucking YOURE problems out again this relationship was not healthy at all.

Heyyy y’all! so prob tmr ima do the thing cuz gojo won the poll! This is short so hopefully in the future I make longer ones but I ain’t good a typing for a long time.. but anyways yup bye love y’all😘

#smut #black reader #ony x black reader

[deadghosy]

“Kill youself”

Warning: Mild language

YOU DIDNT WANT to be in the bar, but you had to as Angel Dust so desperately wanted to see how you are drunk.

But here you are.

Neno is in your shadow as Angel just drinks, drinks and drinks. You drank only once as you didn't savor the taste of the alcohol beverage. You didn't like the taste of having those so called, "drunk thoughts". Plus, what would Charlie think of her high ranked servant drinking out. She probably wouldn't care, but you do.

Lights flashing with neon colors and music booming softly. Random demons were giving Angel drinks while you pay for your own drink you have in your hand.

Neno whispers softly in your ear as a dark swirl wraps around your waist. You turn to see Angel drunk, being taken away by these, pathetic shits in your eye range.

You cleared your throat as you whistle, Neno screams, leaving your sight and going towards the front of the bar. You drank as screams and crunches were heard. A few gunshots here and there but you didn't care as you just sipped your drink with a crazed soft smile.

"Ah, what a pitiful day..."

You chuckled to yourself as Angel comes busting in having Neno covered in blood and guts. Angel looks slightly disturbed to the point of soberness. "What....the...FUCK was that!" You turn putting on a confused face, "Whatever do you mean Angie?"

Angel narrows his eyes crossing his top arms as one of his lower arms point at you, "Uh no, don't Angie me tits." You stare in his eyes as Angel just stares back, not backing down. You smiled at this as you chucked getting out of your seat.

"I saved you. Isn't that what happened Angel?" You said grabbing his shoulder.

Angel Dust flinched at the sharp claws that are indented in his shoulder. "I can take care of my damn self. I don't need a knight and shinin' armor." He says grumbling at you with a slight angry face.

You hummed as you gripped his shoulder more, leaving to push you away as he clutches his shoulder. "Fine then. Just know, I'm always watching you." As you said this Angel was surrounded by shadows and whispers. He covers his ears as the next thing he knows, he is in his room in the hotel.

Meanwhile for you, you stayed in the bar to pay off your drink and the drinks Angel has drunk as it's pretty cleared that are much better dead. You walked out dusting your formal attire, your wings flapped open from your back. Sharp but soft when it wants to, beneath you are the bodies of the demons that tried to take Angel.

You flapped and fly off with a "WOOSH" as most demons look up and scream or either just mind their fucking business and not look at you.

—

ANGEL IS PISSED as he throws a pillow at where a picture of you and Angel are. Fat nuggets oink at a shadow as Neno stands in the shadow.

"Get the fuck out of my room!" Angel yells at your counterpart. Neno smiles with white glowing sharp teeth in the shadows as he swirls around fat nugget and hugs the demon pig. Whispers were around his room with a soft hiss, angel glares at the shadow demon as he groans putting the covers ontop of him.

"I only wanted to have fun! Not see guts fly and shit..." he grumbles a little. Neno chuckles a hefty echo as the dark twirls goes over to Angel instead of fat nuggets.

"Leave me alone..." He says as he tries to push the dark smoke off of him. But it wouldn't as you appear through the shadows, thanks to a dark alley.

"Why must i leave a dear friend, who almost got himself killed or even harassed without consent." You said with venom.

Angel grips his covers angrily as he turns to you with an anger looked, " I FUCKIN' TOLD YOU I CAN HANDLE MYSELF!"

Angel yells looking at you, but soon that angered face turns into a worried one as whispers get louder.

"You think...I believe a whore like you?"

Angel Dust's eyes widen at the way you talked to him, he never heard you talked to him like that. "W..what?" He stumbled a bit in his words.

You weren't smiling no more as your face turned fully black with white eyes.

"I'm not dumb, of course you can handle yourself as well. But you're weak..." you said inching closer to Angel's bed.

"You think you ever believed I liked you as a friend?"

Those words echo across Angel's mind as anger filled his heart, with slight heart break.

"You...You piece of shit! I told you everything, everything about me. I cried on your shoulder. You let me rant, vent, everything!" Angel says in rage with slight tears in his eyes.

A "WOOSH" and a "CRUNCH" was heard as silence rang through the air.

Before Angel knew it, he got pierced in his heart by a black colored knife.

"I COULD'VE TORN YOU APART IF I WANTED TO."

—

ANGEL DUST WAKES UP with a scream as he grips his chest fluff where his heart is. He never had a nightmare like that about you, he never did. Most of his dreams of you were just you and him relaxing and having fun.

The sound of his door opening made him flinched, grabbing the closest object by him. There you were..smiling at him with Neno towering over you.

"Hey buddy—"

CRASH!

Angel threw a lamp at you, not sure if you were the dream Y/N or the real one.

"HOLY SHIT!" You jumped as Neno used his black arm to cover you. "The fuck Angel!? I only came to check up on you after you blacked out drunk man!" You yelled with an angry face.

"Kill yourself you piece of shit!" He yells angrily.

Now you just stand there confused, literally your confused face was either a snare or derpy one. "What?—"

"You know what you did asshat!" Angel says as you notice tears in the corner of his eyes.

Your eyes soften with an eye roll as you turn to black smoke and vapor teleport to Angel's bed as he scooted from you.

"Angie stop it. Whatever happened or some bullshit, it wasn't real. I'm real. I'm real, okay?" You said grabbing his hand.

Angel was between taking his hand from you or actually relaxing at your gentle touch. He looks in your eyes to see no determination to hurt him as he finally calms down.

"Shit..I'm sorry toots. It's just the nightmare fucked up my brain and shit." He says looking at you as he lays his head on your chest. You hum wrapping your arms around Angel as neno joins behind beside of Angel to his right as you are on his left.

"Man I understand, I once thought Charlie was throwing me in a pit of light so she had to show she wasn't the dream Charlie instead. Almost accidentally poured water on her"

Angel laughed at your own words and experience. Angel Dust soon yawns as he nuzzles his head into your chest more, as he closes his eyes.

He never thought he would feel so relieved to have you close to him like you always do. It's weird how close you two are than him and his gal pal. But it's been years.

—

THE NEXT DAY, you were snoozing in your room as screams of demons outside lull you to sleep. You love being a little sleepy and having a sleep day as Neno was purring beside in a form of a cat. Beside in your own bed stand, was a fuzzy duck toy that could move with a twist of its knob. Someone had given it to you on Valentine's Day.

Angel Dust burst in your room wearing pink shades and holding a pair of black shades with diamonds on it. The bursting sound of your door opening made you jump as Neno screeches covering your body.

"Oh calm down you big shadow." Angel says as Neno calms down a bit.

Angel puts the black shades on you as you tiredly frown, "Angie, the fuck are you doing? It's like 4pm.."

"Exactly! You can't just sleep and rot all damn day toots. You need some fun, and not the drinking fun. Our fun!" Angel says picking you up with his lower two arms as his upper two pair of arms search for an outfit for you in your gothic (or your aesthetic dresser) looking dresser.

"But I love rotting to death...alone." You said with a pout as Neno whisper softly helping Angel as Neno picks out a black (skirt/shorts) with a nice top.

"Oh pleaseeee, with your ass. You need fun for a chance. I mean, LOOK AT YOU!"

(Cue an ugly up close of you wearing your pjs)

"WHATS WRONG WITH HOW I LOOK?!" You said offended as you squirm in his hold.

"Everything"

"Fuck. You."

"I would fuck me too."

#angel dust x reader #platonic soulmates #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oneshots #DEADGHOSY #gender neutral reader #platonic

[lovingmayday]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

warnings : fluff, cursing, innacurate-ish depictions of hobie's speech

notes : hobie is about 16-17 here (and so is the pov). halfway writing this, im overwhelmed by how much of an extrovert hobie actually is 😭 btw, i know nothing of classical music concerts so beware! all of this just because i wanted to write hobie sneaking in your window but i didnt even get to fit it in 😭😭

Two words that you've used as an excuse and an apology when you couldn't join your friends at house parties, when a classmate asks you out, or when your phone notifications go crazy because you still weren't home at 5 PM — it was a tiring cycle.

You know they were simply looking out for you but you can't help but feel overwhelmed and exhausted for always being monitored and left out. You couldn't possibly ask your peers to adjust to your parents' standards, you thought it shameless because they already had a hard time with your folks reaching out and interrogating them about your school and social life.

With so much of your life being tracked by them, you deserve at least one thing in your control, right?

Hobie Brown, the school troublemaker. Skips class, vandalizes school property, and actively participates in movements against authority. Frankly, he just does whatever he wants. And he had your respect (+ jealousy). It must've been nice to be so free.

You and Hobie were never given the chance to befriend each other before — you had some classes together but he rarely ever showed up to any of them. You had no reason to approach him and vice versa.

Until, Wednesday — your cello performance. God, you don't know why you insisted to your parents you could handle commuting to the concert venue on your own with the heavy as fuck cello slung around your torso. You had your book bag with you as well because you had just finished school. The bus stop was a few more blocks away but you were tired.

You weren't paying much attention to your surroundings, busy focusing on your aching shoulder. So once you saw the pedestrian lane green signal, you didn't think twice before walking, failing to notice the bicycle riding full speed to your direction. Your eyes widen when a strong force pulled you back, making you stumble a bit and see the bike dart just in front of you.

"Aye, watch it!" you hear the cyclist exclaim.

You back was leaning against the tall figure, looking up to see a familiar face. You regain your balance and face him — Hobie Brown, the boy that just saved your life. "I-It was green– green meant it was safe to walk... I should've looked first, 'm sorry," you say quietly.

"Nah yeah, it's straight. He was the arse," he replies, hands in his pockets. "Dunno where he got the audacity to tell you off when he was in the wrong. Don't worry abou' it." He gives you a reassuring smile, noticing your still dazed expression.

"Thank you, Hobie," you say, a small polite smile on your lips.

He smiles back and nods, "'Twas nothin'." His eyes hover on the unignorable instrument case you were carrying. "Ya headed somewhere?"

"Uhh, yeah," you say, watching the pedestrian stop light turn red again and pouting a bit. You probably won't be late to the performance but you'd miss most of final rehearsal. "Nueva Hall. I have a cello performance in a bit."

"Nueva Hall.. That fuckin' massive, fancy lookin' museum along 5th Ave?" he asks, his eyebrows rising a bit from amazement. "Didn't know you were a big shot musician. Let me get for ya, then." He swings the case from your torso and starts walking across the street before you could protest.

"Hey!" you exclaim, running after him, dodging the other pedestrians walking past you.

"It's a bit distant from here, innit? Let me take you there, I got time. Wouldn't want you to croak before the big show," he jests, turning around and walking backwards. "If it's fine with you, [Name], of course."

You weren't too keen on traveling alone; you only did so so that your parents would think you were independent enough. You consider it for a few moments. "Are you sure I wouldn't be bothering you with this?"

"'Course not. 'Was the one who suggested, wasn't I?" He smirks before turning back around to walk properly and you catch up to his side. "What're you playin'?"

"Tchaikovsky, Rococo Variation. It's a cello and orchestra performance and I got to play cello," you say excitedly. "You're in a band, right? It's like a lead singer but cello!"

He smiles softly at your energy, feeling his cheeks warm up a bit. "How'd you know I was in a band?" he asks almost teasingly.

"I walked by one of your public concerts with my family. I would've stayed if my parents let me," you answer with a small laugh. "You were amazing, by the way."

"Thanks, mate. You're probably not too bad yourself," he says, chuckling as you playfully hit his shoulder.

It was safe to say you hit it off well, which was surprising since you didn't think you would. You thought your personalities would clash, you being at the quieter side while Hobie, you could hear his ruckus from another dimension (and there was a tiny part of you that was intimidated at him, at first).

You arrived at the venue earlier than expected — still late to rehearsals but not by much. "Hey, thanks again. I really appreciate it," you say to him just outside the concert hall doors.

He handed you your cello and waved off your thank you. "It was a pleasure," he teases and you roll your eyes. "Break a leg, [Name]." You thank him once again before he turns around to leave.

Seeing him walk away gave you an unfamiliar ache in your chest. After a much needed self-courage-boost, you let out a soft but loud enough "Wait." for him to hear. He turns around with a small smile and raises an eyebrow, silently asking you to go on. You wet your lips before taking a deep breathe. "Do you want to stay for the show?"

His smile widens, a handsome grin reaching ear to ear. "Finally. 've been waitin' the entire trip for that offer." He laughs and jogs back to you.

He sits at the back row. When he entered the room, he got a few stares and hushed whispers from the other audiences but he couldn't care less, his attention was unwaveringly stuck on you. It was just rehearsals but it overwhelmed Hobie to think about how you'd do in the real thing. He was entranced by you the entire time. The movement of your bow and the emotions you protrayed. It was magnetic.

Once practice was over, the musicians left the stage for a bit as audiences started to pour in. With guests on the older side with more formal attires, it was so obvious that he was out of place.

Meanwhile, you were panicking a bit because after you got changed out of your school uniform, you neared the stage's curtains to check up on Hobie. Your mouth gapes when you see him sat at the back row, almost directly behind your parents. Your parents! You forgot about your parents!! How did you forget about your parents??! They'd go crazy once they knew that you had invited this boy to your performance — you never invite your friends, let alone anybody, to watch your performances.

The second it was time for the musicians to come on stage, Hobie's head rises from his phone and looks for your figure immediately, smiling once he notices your wardrobe change. It was a simple long-sleeve black dress but it was pretty on you. Hobie thought so.

Your take deep breathes to calm your nerves before situating the cello between your thighs. You wait for the violins, the flutes, and the organ to start playing the intro before propping up the cello's bow. With your head held high, you play the first few notes — the position of your hands finding its own way around the fingerboard like muscle memory.

The music closes to an end, claps and praises erupt the venue. You smile and stand to find Hobie. He was already making his way to you. You leave the cello leaning safely on your chair as you scurry to the stairs of the sides of the stage.

"Hobie!" you greet as you reached him. "How did I do? Was I rushing? What'd you think of it?" you ask, rambling almost. If Spiderpunk gets his adrenaline from his fights, you get it from instances that make your heart feel like its about to burst into a million burnt pieces of flesh in your chest.

He smiles back at you, amused. He's never seen this side of you before. He's never seen anything of you other than your surface-level calmness and pliance. "'ts not usually my thing but I know to appreciate talent. Credit when credit is due and all tha' and, luv, you absolutely smashed it!" he exclaims as quietly as exclaiming can allow, placing both hands on you shoulders and shaking them.

"Thanks," you giggle out, placing your hands on his arm. From the corner of your peripheral vision, you notice your parents on their way to you, confused looks on their faces. Your smile falters as you gently loosen Hobie's hold on you, the adrenaline slowly dying down.

"[Name], amazing as always," your mother says, holding your hand in hers' and caressing your cheek with the other. "Who's your friend?" she quickly asks. Her judgmental eyes scan his appearance from head to toe, attempting to hide her expression with a faux smile.

Hobie was about to introduce himself when you cut him off. "–He's a classmate, Hobie Brown." You look into his eyes apologizing and almost pleading to him to go along with whatever you were about to say. "He came here by pure coincidence, could you believe that?!"

"Yeah, a friend gave me an invitation," he follows up seamlessly, a polite smile on his lips. "'Didn't know your daugh'er was performin'."

"Well, it's a nice surprise, isn't it?" you mother says, pulling you to her side.

Your father had yet to contribute to the conversation so you checked up on hi.. He was glaring at Hobie so harshly you could see burn marks starting to appear on his forehead. "Did you enjoy the show?" he finally asks, tone almost threatening.

Your cheeks start to flush in embarrassment. It wasn't uncommon for your parents to ask about the boys you talk to but it never felt any less humiliating every time it happens. You see each and every one of them get uncomfortable and you couldn't do anything to stop them because they'd think you were hiding something.

"Yeah, I enjoyed [Name]'s performance a lot. You must be very proud of her, Mr. [Last Name]," Hobie answers. You've talked to him long enough to notice the slight teasing in his voice. He smirks at you which makes your father's hands turn into fists.

"Honey," you mother calls, "We'll be late for our dinner reservation. It was really nice to meet you, Hobie, but we have to go." Her smile was still plastered across her face, you wonder why her cheeks hasn't hurt yet. She tells you to collect your stuff and you do so quickly. You bid Hobie an apologetic goodbye before you leave.

On the car to the restaurant, you were given the 'no boyfriends' talk again. You tried to respond with 'mhmm's and 'uh-huh's here and there but you weren't listening to a thing — having heard them repeat the same points many times before. You wondered how to approach Hobie the next day, thinking of stuff to say, how to bring it up, and how to act once he says he doesn't want to get involved with you anymore. It was a shame since you really enjoyed his company.

You wished that Hobie went to school the next day and he did, surprisingly. After classes, you catch up to him leaving the building to speak to him.

You were supposed to explain to him the situation but it seemed he was already up to pace and accepting. "The things is," you pause for a bit, "I really liked hanging out with you.." you confess.

"Hey, wait up!" you yell, running to reach him before he got too far. He paused in his tracks, hands in his vest pockets as he watches you catch your breath. "About yesterday..–"

"Nah, I get it," he interrupts you. "Strict parents and shit. It's cool if your folks don't want you hanging out with me anymore. It sucks but I get it." He was disappointed but chill about the entire thing which made your heart sink. You really didn't want to stop seeing him again. You wondered if he felt the same.

A small gentle smile stretches his lips. "I really liked hanging out with you, too. A lot. Best time I've had in a while, honestly."

You contemplate on what to say next — whether to let them out or not. You mouth gapes open, waiting on your next words. You were about to give him an apology but seeing his eyes, hearing that he liked your company maybe as much as you did, it made the decision so much more difficult. ..Fuck it. "I'd like to continue spending time with you.. even if it meant disobeying my parents. If it's alright with you, of course." You feel your ears heat up as you look down, scared of what the other's reaction might be.

It was rather obvious that Hobie didn't expect it, his eyes widening by a fraction. A big smirk appears on his face as he leans down to catch your eyes. "'Must've left quite the impression on you, huh?" he teases. He watches your eyes roll as you playfully shove his shoulder. "Well, I do love a good rebellion."

"It's not a rebellion."

"It's painfully close then, isn't it?"

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