imagines //h.e.s. and other weird band fluff//

cigs

Imagine you go to a club with your best friend on a Friday night and the atmosphere is so suffocating that you just have to get out so you walk outside and lean up against the brick wall and pull out your pack of smokes when you hear a low, dulcet voice call out that smoking kills, "didn't you know?" and you look up and see a tall, pale boy standing a couple metres away from you and you notice the tattoos running up and down his left arm and peeking from where his t-shirt ceased at the top, his long and curly, chocolate hair intriguing you but not as much as the deep dimples that you could drown in or oh my god his eyes that were such a bright, vibrant emerald and you can see him peer questioningly at you with those eyes and you remember that he had asked you a question so you say that cigarettes make you warm when it's so bloody cold outside and he gives you his coat so he starts shivering and you feel so bad so you give it back and pull out another smoke and offer him the pack to which he refuses and you spend the rest of the night freezing your a.rses off talking and laughing and at some point you're both crying and it's so womderful and asgjkrkfjgl