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thursdayinspace · 2 months

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20 questions for 20 writers

tagged by @thatfragilecapricorn30 @randomfoggytiger and @baronessblixen thank you!! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 21

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 70.063 -- this is my new AO3, so that's why it's still so low, haha.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Only X-Files now.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? spectacular (glasses sex!), it's the day the world didn't end, from this morning forward (that makes me so happy), got you covered, wild side

5. Do you respond to comments? yes. if I ever don't, I'm sorry, it's not because i didn't love your comment, but i just don't get around to it right away sometimes. but i try to reply to every single one because i love them all.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? ohhh. i don't write super angsty endings . . . I guess mend into pieces bc it's season 2 and they know they're making a mistake, but we all know they'll figure it out eventually, so.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? they pretty much all end happily. i'm going to more or less randomly pick five ways to say i love you. because i loved writing that ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? so, okay. there are two stories here i want to tell from an old fandom. one is funny. one is kind of great, really?

the funny one: i got a looooong comment on a fic, like several paragraphs long, going into great detail about why the fic sucked and why i sucked and why i had personally offended them by writing fic at all. they obvs meant to comment anonymously but forgot to log out. by the time i got to my computer, they had deleted their entire account. of course i had their name in the ao3 email. i laughed so hard at that.

the kind of amazing one: i got a very rude anon on tumblr, and i responded by saying i'd be happy to discuss their criticism, but i wasn't going to have a conversation with a hockey puck with sunglasses, and asked them to come off anon so we could talk. and they did! they showed up in my dms a short while later. we solved nothing and did not part as friends, but i actually have mad respect for that. wherever they are today, i hope they have taken some anger management classes and are doing well!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yeah, i certainly do. idk what kind? the porny kind? lol no i mean it's kind of lame but fun.

10. Do you write crossovers? i wrote a stargate atlantis/firefly crossover centuries ago but that was it. or maybe start trek with sth else, i don't remember.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? i don't think so, no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? yes! it's so much fun and i would do it again.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? mulder and scully!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i plan to finish all of them.

16. What are your writing strengths? it used to be dialogue but i don't think it is anymore. idk? i think i can create an atmosphere?

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i tend to repeat myself a lot and then skip over other things completely. i'm not good with transitions between scenes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i haven't done it, but if it would make sense for a fic, i might do it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? stargate atlantis. i was very late to the fanfic party.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? it's called 'ellipsis' and is still with the beta. but of the ones i've already posted, either from this morning forward or yesterday's future.

Randomfoggytiger added additional questions:

1. Is writing a hobby or way of life? i mean it's a hobby but it's definitely also a way of life. there isn't ever a time when i don't think about writing and everything all the time connects in some way to a thing i'm writing and i can't imagine what i'd do without writing.

2. A journal full of writing notes or a clean, completed manuscript? completed manuscript! or notes? uhh . . . both?

3. Who (or what) is your writing inspiration? everything. random things. i can't think of one specific thing, it can be literally anything.

4.Which is worse: someone you "idolize" reading your first draft or listening to you sing? both thoughts are equally awful lol

5. Has writing from someone else's POV ever changed your own perspective? yeah, i think so. not in any big way, but about smaller stuff, just the way i look at certain things? yes.

6. Tumblr, AO3, LiveJournal, or FFN? ao3!!! my tinkerbell brain loves the comment section, haha. also it's just so much nicer to read on ao3 and there's the download option, so also as a reader, def ao3.

7. AO3 wordcount, and are you satisfied with it? 70.063 - no, i'm not satisfied with it. i used to write multi-chapters with more words. but it's a new account so yeah starting small again.

8. What movie/book/fic gripped you irrevocably? jasper fforde's 'thursday next' series. it's where i stole my name from. literary detectives? oh man. it's the kind of story where you wish you'd had the idea first. go read it!!!!!

9. What's the highest compliment you could ever be given, and have you been given it? i am really really lucky to have been given so many amazing compliments and i appreciate every single one. i couldn't say what means the most to me . . . probably when it's personal to the commenter? when someone tells me sth i've written touched them in some way. bc that's what i want to achieve.

10. What defines your writing style? lol idek man pretentious purple prose? i think i live somewhere between overuse of metaphors and focus on the rhythm of a text. i love writing in english bc it flows so nicely. idk is trying to make it sound nice a style bc then that's at least what i'm going for.

who hasn't been tagged? no pressure tags for @backintimeforstuff @nachosncheezies @actual-changeling and everybody else who wants to!

#this was fun thanks for tagging me!#i get so excited every time i get tagged in sth it makes me feel so cool lol #and these are always so much fun

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deepbutdazzlingdarkness · 3 months

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I think @kennyomegasweave tagged me in this OTP meme like...months ago? And I just found it half-finished in my drafts and decided to actually get it done.

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore? 20s, not my teens, but I used to be utterly obsessed with Jack/Kent from Check Please and now, IDEK what happened. I still love them, but I have old fic I saved and never read and can't bring myself to care anymore. IDK it makes me sad.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one? Hmm probably Betsy/Joe from the Betsy Tacy series or Anne/Gilbert from Anne of Green Gables? My first ships when I actually got into fandom were Sawyer/Kate and Sara/Grissom from CSI.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple? Magnus/Alec!!! I never thought I would write fic and then I watched season 1 of Shadowhunters and banged out (lol) 7 fics and almost 30k of porn in less than 2 months in 2016. They all have an insane number of hits (like. the highest has 54,878 hits and the lowest has 15,836 hits.........) and I still get kudos on them almost every day, it's wild.

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over? Genuinely no idea, but the first one in my fan art tag is Katniss/Peeta from 2012 <3

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse? My first instinct whenever I see someone talk about something I don't like is to mute/block, so perhaps not actively, but I'm sure I have at some point.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently? LOL. Yes. I still fucking HATE Jack/Kate from Lost and always will. Also Dan/Blair from Gossip Girl. Lately...I'm such a multi-shipper but I gotta say Kate/Anthony from Bridgerton bc I've genuinely had to restrain myself from bitching about how much I hate them SO many times since s3 came out lol.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read? I finished a rewatch of Beyond Evil last night so I've been rereading some of my old bookmarks bc I've read almost everything that's out there 😔. Shout out to the masterpiece simple & clean by whir.

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs? So many!!! Taemin/Kai is still my #1, but also Juwon/Dongsik from Beyond Evil, PatPran from Bad Buddy (it took me several episodes to actually get into the show but once I did I cried...so much over them and how much they love each other LOL), KunTen from WayV, Louis/Lestat...I feel kinda bad that I don't have a major current f/f OTP but I'm literally checking my kpop tags multiple times a week for rule 63 fic and most of my current WIPs are rule 63 f/f so there's that. (Two KunTen including what hopefully is gonna be a long one, plus a Jigyu I started yesterday for a fest that I'm hoping I'll be able to get done - not because of the length, but because I've never written Seventeen before)

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together? So many??? I feel like I have to say Dean/Cas.......Lee/Kara never really got together so them for sure. Sawyer/Kate from Lost even though I 100% choose to believe they got together post-canon pre-flash-sideways. Oh my god I'm looking through my "forever bitter" tag and it's a lot of Cooper/Audrey from Twin Peaks as I expected, but I forgot about Mini/Franky from Skins. and ABSOLUTELY THEM. Everything about series 5 was terrible but that especially.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting? IDK I feel like I don't usually change my mind like that. I wouldn't go as far as saying "kind of interesting" but I guess I don't hate Bree/Roger from Outlander AS much on the show as I did in the books lol.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over? Hmm...Cesare/Lucrezia maybe? If not them almost definitely Norma/Dylan from Bates Motel LOL.

12. What was your favorite crack ship? I was gonna say I couldn't remember any that truly fit this definition, but then I remembered the Kent Parson/Claude Giroux series #dirtbags and that was great. Actually no my real answer is Syd/Richie from The Bear. Now *I* don't think it's a crackship but they have that vibe.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of? Here's a side by side view of my most bookmarked ships vs the tags I have saved rn on my front page. Unfortunately you can only have 20 but I think it's a pretty good representation. (Other than the ENHA ship, where I legit don't know anything about them or frankly even what they look like, but that tag produces so much incredible unhinged porn that I read canon-blind.)

14. What most of your ships usually have in common? I feel like I have several different ~types, but: friends to lovers, I LOVE bicker-y couples, age gap relationships, especially when one of them is a mentor-ish figure, and power dynamics in general.

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship? Nice Guy characters, whether they're a guy or a girl. The OG example is Xander (duh) and Chloe from Smallville but you also see it with characters like Sol on My Stand In...there's def more things I hate but that's one of most major ones for me.

#long post #about me #truly this took me so long to finish but i love talking about my ships!!!

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koreandragon · 2 years

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lmao pine that vincenzo netlix thing happens to me all the time.. i also get random notifs on my phone that tell me to "continue watching" bc i sometimes feel like rewatching some scenes. was funny yesterday when i was finishing reborn rich and got so tired of all the fuckery, i took a break and checked my phone and it was just netflix again telling me to watch vincenzo like YEAH.... i might as well now bc reborn rich totally lost me in the last episode

(will rant a little if it's ok!)

honestly though– what in the world was that ending? like who over at jtbc thought this was a good idea and let the writer have her way??? i'd love to know bc i think what the novel did (no HW in the new life, DJ gets revenge, becomes ceo, marries MY, end) was so much better. yeah it's simple but better than what we got. here the writer wanted to be creative? what was the point of ep 2-15 and all that we've seen DJ go through only to have an ending like that and then explain it with "repentance"? like what...... and it was lined with plotholes like a swiss cheese 😭

so while i enjoyed the drama, the end kinda ruined it for me personally. the novel was about rebirth/revenge and while we watched DJ trying to take over sunyang, all that was naught in the end since we end with HW again and nothing he "did" as DJ ever mattered. by changing the ending, the writer completely fucked the point of the story over. now it's about repentance? why not just make a movie with the plot of ep 1 and 16 and call it a day then? idk. the more i try to make sense of it all the more i don't understand. also such a waste of lee sung mins amazing performance :(

what's your general thought of the ending?

vincenzo will forever haunt me, i feel like i see his face wherever i go i wish i could erase it from my head so i can watch it again. my life drama. anyway.

well i didn't love the drama ngl to you there were fun bits where he fucked his family over but none of that was truly cathartic? and there were too much politics and corporate lingo like i barely followed along. i wrote this in a post too that it will never truly be revenge because the jin family won't know who he is and why he's doing it. revenge is all about looking into your enemy's eyes and letting them know it was you who fucked them over and why you did it. isn't it? so i was wondering how that was going to go, i guess they did that with hyunwoo at the end but it didn't actually matter because the guy who did kill dojun and tried to kill him got to die peacefully in his sleep none the wiser. he got to be the chairman of soonyang for 20 years without any accountability.

the doppelganger thing still bothers me like hyunwoo literally could've been played by any other actor because he was only in the first and last eps and some flashback scenes i don't understand why joongki had to play them both it's just too much suspension of belief for me. plus the thing that bothered me ESPECIALLY that i already talked about is that hyunwoo was supposed to know about dojun's accident. he was literally there and he still couldn't avoid it while he was dojun cause he conveniently forgot it ever happened or idk??? like that shit irks me. don't even get me started on the romance and minyoung's character because it was abismal. i trusted this writer because she wrote designated survivor and it's still one of my favorite dramas and it was very entertaining despite being so political. waited a year for this drama cause it's joongki's project after vincenzo but i guess you win some and you lose some. better luck next time.

#ask #anonymous

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zarafey · 7 months

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one again, vent incoming

its my birthday and im sitting here crying because god beware i get a little bit sad and or mad at stm my mom did.

Yesterday she offered to cook my favourite meal today for lunch, very nice, really thoughtful, i was looking forward to it a lot. i asked if we could eat lunch at 2pm (we usually eat rather late at 3/4pm). Since i also have to finish my bachelor thesis by the 28th i dont really have a lot of time for celebrating or anything, but i did have a plan for today. We eat lunch by 2, finish by ~2:30, and I take my adhd meds (need a bit longer to work after eating, but the side effects are much more manageable). they usually take around 1h to fully work so theres a window for chilling a bit and having some cake. I get to work at 3-4pm, work til 8-9pm (using my most productive time of the day as well), day done, all is well.

... by 2:30pm i went upstairs to see what's going on, i find my mom in her office, she was still working, the food hasn't even been started. well, she forgot the time, bit unfortunate but ok, i do the same often enough, sure i was already really hungry (since i ate a bit less breakfast bc i was looking forward to lunch), and i was getting pretty stressed (my whole plan is getting pushed back), but the food isnt that elaborate and needs like 30-45 minutes, so eating around 3 is still alright, we ate at 3 yesterday and that was fine.

at around 3:30 i started getting nervous again. I go upstairs, food still needs another half hour, my mom already feels extremely bad and was so hectic that she cut herself, after calming her down, preparing the rest, and putting it in the oven i go to the toilet, to cry, bc fuck my whole day is starting to fall apart. eating by 4 means i really need to speed through eating bc i need to take my meds as soon as possible, because the later i take them the later i can get to sleep, the less sleep i get for tomorrow. so i cry, let it all out and stuff bc god knows i cant actually express any of that frustration in front of my mom by then she will feel even more horrible and then i can play emotional regulator again and i really dont have the brain for that when im already very stressed and frustrated. So that will just lead to me being an ass to my mom and then she will feel bad and i will also feel bad and its all around not a good time.

so i have my little cry at the toilet, meanwhile the food finishes cooking. I put it all back down again, go to the meal, my appetite is already gone but hey its still my favourite so ill enjoy it, i take a bite, its horrible, way too many spices, i cant even taste the zucchini. pretty much the last straw, so close to breaking out in tears right there at the table. ofc my mom notices, asks whats wrong, starts the whole self loathing shit and the endless apologies i was trying so hard to avoid. lunch is pretty much ruined, i eat quickly and in silence, i go down and take my meds, start crying and writing this post to get it all out. My mom comes in and starts the whole "im so sorry, i ruined everything, is it very bad that we ate so late? is it still gonna be ok? im so sorry etc etc etc" and fuck i just do not have the brain to do all the calm reassuring she is asking for so i snap, say some shitty things, now im crying even more and feel like a complete ass.

Like damn what tf do i do now bc i cant seem to calm down but i still need to fkn work on my thesis and i just wanted to have a nice birthday and some cake.

#and not to forget the multiple passive-aggressive bday wishes i got from relatives bc im not inviting for coffee and cake today #or my dad who like clockwork congratulated my sister today #because surely after getting it wrong every single year i should get used to that #welp happy birthday to me. lets hope my present is being able to write 1k words

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killa-trav · 1 year

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so here we are, our europa league journey has ended and without further ado heres the post match analysis:

well that was a complete and utter shitshow right from the start. as soon as the whistle blew for kick off it was like the whole squad heard that as their sign to just not even try. normally when we lose i can still somehow get some positives out of a loss but this time i really cant. the only positive is that harry maguire and david de gea after yesterday’s fuckery most certainly don’t have a future at this club. i never really rated de gea like yeh he has the odd game where he is good but more often than not during these losses its almost always his fault.

maguire should never have signed for man united and he should never been made captain, its unfortunate that luke shaw was injured and only came back yday bc he should’ve been in centre back not maguire or even put casemiro at cb (which is probs what we will do on sunday). maguire is a complete disgrace as is de gea and for the life of me i cant remember a single performance in a united shirt where maguire has not been fucking dogshite.

as soon as we went 2-0 down we should’ve immediately responded and tried to get 2 to try and take it to extra time and penalties but the players just did not have it in them to even try, they deserved to lose and kudos to sevilla there is a reason why they have won this comp 6 times. n ppl saying oh they are shit in la liga we are good in prem we should’ve won, football don’t work like that. look at west ham, absolutely thriving in the conference league but are fighting relegation in the prem, even chelsea they managed to get to the quarter finals and yet they can still mathematically get relegated in the prem. even frankfurt last year, finished 11th in bundesliga and won the europa league, some times like sevilla just absolutely thrive when it comes to european nights

i dont have anything else to say other than im glad we went out now bc if we went out in the semis it would’ve been far more painful n say we did make it to the final, if we lost it would’ve been heartbreaking

anyways we move on these things happen in football learn from the mistakes and full focus on brighton for the fa cup semi final up the reds

edit: forgot to give it a rating and its getting 0/10 abysmal performance

#h talks united

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fastidious-and-a-mess · 2 years

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im basically obsessed with usm (didnt watch season 3 or 4 :/) and i can talk about the usm team all night. im happy i found another me wkhshaksk hi!!

i didn't watch other seasons bc it really made me mad how they just forgot about shield team. sorry but,,, they were petes original team and he would NEVER forget about them. there were SO MANY CHARACTERS and and at some point i couldn't understand what's happening anymore

ugh i wish other seasons was like s1-2 too:( they were family

UGH YES EXACTLY i know i basically said all of this in this post but i’m gonna say it again because YOURE SO RIGHT. like the beginning of s3 there’s that 2 episode mini arc about how even though the avengers are a great team with good people, they’re just not where spidey belongs. he belongs with his shield team, his friends and family. every season finale up to this point has been like “we’re a team and we stick together and we can’t give up on that no matter what.” like with the goblin arc that JUST finished up as the s2 finale?? and then s3 is all about spidey putting together a new team of kids and we hardly see any of the og shield team and it’s just!! i don’t understand!! if they were so important to peter and staying with them mattered so much to him that he left the avengers then WHY does it seem like he hardly cares to spend time with them any more?? i mean we see some of that towards harry in the vulture episode, we know peter feels bad when he doesn’t get to spend quality time with his friends, and we know he cares very deeply for his team because HE LEFT THE FUCKING AVENGERS to be with them again?? so WHY is there so little of them in the recent season? i just. i feel like i can’t say this enough but peter gave up BEING AN AVENGER in order to rejoin HIS TEAM and then he just sort of abandons them to put together an entirely new team???? it just does not make sense.

like there are parts of s3&4 that i do like. the redemption arcs, for one. i love a good redemption arc. i absolutely adore how dedicated spidey is to helping people be better than they were yesterday, to believing in them when everyone else has given up. flash, norman, sandman, hell even doc ock pulled through in the eleventh hour (that one did feel pretty rushed, especially considering how well-paced flint marco’s arc was but you can’t win ‘em all i suppose) and i do really enjoy the ben reilly & the synthoids (still not sure that’s the right word) arc but yeah. danny and sam and ava and luke got sidelined SO hard and it’s just. it’s out of character for peter and it’s disappointing from a narrative standpoint.

ANYWAYS that was a lot of words to say that basically i completely agree, they were family and s1&2 were PEAK

#also hi hello!!!!#please please please feel free to dm me with any and all other opinions you may have #on this or anything else about the show skfjskjs #i love the shield team so much each of them is so very good #ask #berrceste #ultimate spider-man #usm

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tirednotflirting · 4 years

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you're the one to help me get to sleep // maybe i fell in love when you woke me up

oh boy that title looks a lot longer on tumblr than it did on ao3. anyway.

i got stressed out yesterday and finished some fluff bc that’s what we do here at tirednotflirting. forgot to post it here yesterday though so i am doing that Now post-first cup of coffee of the day and halfway through the french toast i made.

random side not but i’ve been listening to my time capsule playlist on spotify and i highly rec checking yours out bc this is So Fun.

here is this on ao3 if you wanna read there.

The sun is just beginning to set over LA and Alex is in love.

The day had been long but good. One of those California summer days that stretched on long enough that it made him wonder if the sun would ever start heading toward its resting place below the horizon. Warm but not hot, the slight breeze allowing them to spend the afternoon writing outside instead of stuck up in the studio.

He’s out on the balcony now, already changed into pajama pants since they decided they would stay in for the night, and a glass of wine dangles between his fingers in between sips. The city is somehow quiet from his spot above it though he can tell it must be loud from all the activity he can see on the street. It’s nice, Alex thinks, to find peace among the blaring white noise of Los Angeles. Today had been his last full day in the city, his flight back to the farm and his furry friends sometime in the early afternoon. He has his boarding pass loaded onto his phone and could easily wander back inside to find his phone and triple check the time so he could make note of when they need to be up in the morning but he’s not quite ready to start thinking about how he has to leave again yet.

Jack would also just immediately kick him back out to his current spot if he tried heading inside right now anyway. Over coffee that morning Jack had declared he would be making dinner for Alex’s last night (It’s romantic, Al, and I only have one more night to romance the fuck out of you). At the time Alex had assumed it was the still half-asleep side of Jack speaking but when Alex arrived back at the apartment after spending part of the afternoon writing, he’d been handed the glass of wine currently resting in his hand and ushered to the balcony door by an apron-clad Jack.

It was rare for Alex to feel this much peace on his last day of a trip to see Jack. Usually there was some element of sadness or anxiety over the impending time apart until more band things or another trip to either coast. But as he tips back the last of his wine and stares back out toward the last bits of light in the city sky, all Alex can feel is a fullness in his chest.

He decides he’s going to want more wine with dinner and given the time, he figures Jack must be close to finishing things up. Alex pulls himself up and pushes the sliding door open to call out toward the kitchen.

“Jack, babe, am I allowed into the kitchen for more wine?”

Jack’s head pokes out from the kitchen with a pout on his lips. “Five more minutes, Alex. You have to give a chef space to work.”

“Bring me the bottle then, please,” Alex says in his sweetest voice, his lashes fluttering. He can see Jack’s dramatic eye roll from where he leans against the door frame before he steps back into the kitchen, emerging a few seconds later with the bottle of white he had poured for Alex earlier.

“Here you go, you lush,” Jack says while passing over the bottle once he’s close enough. Before he has a chance to step away, Alex pulls at the front of his apron to briefly press their lips together. Jack drops a hand to the bottom of Alex’s back to hold him close, his fingers pressing into his skin through his t-shirt.

“I like the apron. It’s cute.” Alex compliments as he smoothes out the wrinkles in the fabric.

Jack’s hand runs up and down Alex’s spine as he hums. It’s an action that mimics the way Jack had been waking him up most days, and a lazy smile pulls at Alex’s lips at the memory of the fond moment. “Thank you,” Jack muses. “I only wore it because I figured you would think that, so it’s nice to know I was right.”

Alex laughs. “You wore something just because you thought I might find it cute?”

“I like being told I’m a cute boy. Sue me,” Jack says, his hand wrapping more securely around Alex’s waist. “Now go back out. I’m just putting things into bowls, I’ll be out in a second, handsome.”

Alex feels himself blush as Jack leans forward to press his lips to Alex’s temple before spinning on his heel and heading back toward the kitchen. As he steps back outside, Alex can’t help but hope that they never leave this phase of their relationship. This not quite honeymoon but not quite settled phase, where they’re so damn comfortable being with each other (in a way Alex used to spend hours awake at night worrying they would never find the path to) but compliments like the one Jack’s just thrown his way still make him blush. It’s a nice spot to be in for now, he thinks.

He pulls the cork from the wine and gives himself another generous pour before leaving the bottle in the middle of the table they’re meant to be eating at. The sky is just fading into dusk, the city draped in a blanket of purples and blues when the light above him clicks on. Alex turns from his spot to find Jack sliding the door open mostly with his foot, two bowls somewhat precariously balanced in each of his hands. Alex jumps up and ignores Jack’s whines as he takes the bowls from him and wanders back to set them on the table while Jack jogs back through the apartment to return with plates and silverware and another wine glass.

“Alright so if this sucks, we’re blaming my mom because she basically walked me through the whole thing step by step,” Jack says once they’re back at the table while he pours wine into his own glass. “Also the caprese salad was her idea since I wasn’t feeling leafy but I feel like romantic dinner date is incomplete without salad.”

“You called your mom to have her walk you through a recipe?” Alex smiles as he lets his head drop to rest in the palm of his hand while he watches Jack spoon some kind of pasta onto the two plates.

“Listen, you know I’m helpless in a kitchen,” Jack says while pushing one of the plates in Alex’s direction. “And it’s your last night here and I wanted to do something nice for you, damn it.”

“That’s very cute,” Alex replies before taking another sip from his wine glass. “You’re very cute.”

“You already told me I was cute. You gotta get more creative with your adjectives, Mr Songwriter.”

Alex shakes his head in mock protest. “I said the apron was cute before, not you.” Jack scowls at him while gently kicking his ankle. “Hush, I knew what you meant.” A smile pulls at Alex’s lips when he notices how Jack leaves their feet all tangled up together under the table after the kick. It’s silly, he knows, to get all blushy over such a simple, nonchalant action but he can’t help it.

Jack points his fork across the table at Alex after taking a bite. “Also my mom said to call her when you get back. She wants to catch up and probably bug you again about when you’re going to propose.”

Alex laughs brightly. “Well my mom was asking that I get you to Facetime her when you’ve got some free time likely for the exact same conversation.” He gestures down to his plate with a nod. “This really does not suck, by the way.”

“Our mothers really ought to be more strategic in their approach on this,” Jack says while shaking his head. “I mean it’s completely impractical that we both propose. And thank you, I try.”

“I think they figure if they double the effort they have a greater chance of success or something.”

“Fair enough, I suppose.”

The banter back and forth over their meal continues well into the night. After a while, Alex insists on clearing the table and taking things inside. He quickly cleans the dishes before grabbing another bottle of wine from the fridge and clean glasses and heading back out. Jack has moved over to the couch he keeps out there and has a blanket pulled over his bare legs, the nighttime breeze dropping the temperature enough to call it a cool night. Alex fills their glasses and leaves the bottle on the table before wandering over to where Jack has decided to lounge.

“For you, sir,” Alex announces while handing over one of the glasses. He takes a seat next Jack, scooting closer to his side to steal some of the blanket and drops his head to rest against Jack’s chest.

Jack hums his thanks as he takes a sip and wraps an arm around Alex’s shoulders. His fingers immediately move to play with the sleeve of his t-shirt as he sighs. “Is it selfish to ask you to cancel your flight and stay longer?”

“Not selfish but also not really a possibility, my love,” Alex says while tilting his head up to press his lips to Jack’s jaw. “I’ve got animal friends to attend to and you’ve got that trip out to see Zack to pack for.”

“Mmm, yeah you’re right,” Jack says while swirling the wine in his glass. “The goats and Zack need cuddles too, I guess.”

“Exactly.” Alex sighs as he lifts his shoulder, asking Jack a silent question that he thankfully knows the answer to. Jack drops his hand to rest in his lap and Alex reaches over for it, his fingers slipping into the spaces between Jack’s and squeezing to press their palms together. He smiles lazily at the action. It’s the little things about time with Jack that stick in his brain when they’re apart. The weight of Jack’s hand in his own, the steady sound of his heartbeat below Alex’s ear, the tapping of Jack’s foot against the ground since even in the quiet, still moments Jack has to find a way to expel the extra energy he always seems to possess. It’s all so familiar and warm. Alex isn’t sure what life would be like without the small details that make up them.

He isn’t sure how long they sit there, sipping and resting against each other while staring out at the light polluted LA night sky. Long enough that Jack eventually lets out a yawn that breaks Alex out of the daze he’d fallen into, the gentle rising and falling of Jack’s chest beneath his head acting as a lullaby of sorts.

“Bedtime?” Alex asks with a gentle laugh. He lets their hands fall apart in favor of moving to cup Jack’s jaw. His thumb runs across the top of his cheek, just below his sleepy eyes.

“Think so, yeah,” Jack slurs his words slightly as he leans into Alex’s touch. “Don’t you need to pack? We’ll probably need to head out at like eleven since your flight is at one.”

And of course Jack remembers what time his flight is at when Alex hasn’t bothered to check all night. He’s always taking care of him in the little ways. In the ways that Alex didn’t realize he needed taking care of, really.

Alex moves to stand and smiles at Jack’s pout when he reaches to pull him up with him. “I can pack in the morning. Right now I just want to cuddle my boy.”

Jack grins at his words and rises without any more protest. They gather the glasses and shuffle back inside. Jack steals them away from Alex once they reach the stairs and gestures for him to head upstairs while he goes in the direction of the kitchen. Alex pouts at the action and leans against the railing to wait for Jack to round the corner again.

Jack jumps a bit when he finds Alex in the same spot he left him. “And you thought I was a sleepy boy?” Jack laughs, something warm and soft behind his gaze. Jack takes a couple steps up, his hand reaching back to loosely link with Alex’s to guide them upstairs.

They get ready for bed quickly despite the half asleep state they both drifted into and soon enough Alex is crawling beneath wrinkled sheets. He’s just barely plugged his phone into the charger when a pair of arms pull him toward the center of the bed.

“How are you always so warm?” Jack mumbles into the back of Alex’s hair as his arms wrap more fully around Alex’s middle. He turns in his arms and Jack settles against his chest. “Not that I’m complaining since it’s freezing in here. But still.”

Alex laughs as he tries to keep his eyes open while Jack nuzzles his cool nose against his collarbone. He reaches a hand up to thread into the hair at the back of Jack’s neck. “Somebody’s got to keep you warm.”

“I’m glad it’s you,” Jack mumbles almost incoherently. Alex waits for him to say more as he continues drawing short patterns through Jack’s hair but he only softly hums and nestles further against his chest.

Alex is moments away from falling falling falling to a peaceful rest when Jack’s hand settles against the bottom of his back beneath the sweatshirt he stole from his closet, the extra layer of Jack’s familiar scent providing some additional security on his last night in this bed. Alex feels Jack’s sleep steady breath puff against his neck and in his final moments of consciousness, all he can think is Jack Jack Jack. His gentle laugh and warm gaze fills Alex’s mind as he lets his eyes finally flutter shut.

And maybe that’s what love is, falling asleep already in a dream.

It’s pouring down rain in Maryland and Jack is in love.

He’s only just woken up, his mind still cloudy from sleep and his eyes still locked shut. Jack isn’t sure what time it is but given that he’s rising naturally and not from an alarm or kisses being pressed against his cheeks, he assumes it must be pretty late into the morning hours.

It’s his first morning on this visit out to the farm. His flight the previous night had gotten in before dinner so Alex had declared it date night (Is every night we’re together not date night, Alex? Romance mode 24/7, baby.) and insisted they stop at the store for ingredients before heading back to the house. Once they were at the farm, they tended to the animals (or Alex did while Jack sat on the floor and let the goats chew on his hoodie strings) before heading back inside where Jack sat at the counter and told Alex stories about his airport adventures while watching him cook. They had tried to start a movie after food but Jack kept falling asleep every few minutes with his head in Alex’s lap so it wasn’t long before he was being pulled in the direction of the bedroom.

He sighs as the last moments of sleep drift off and he settles back into the land of the living. He’s yet to open his eyes in case the sun is peeking in anywhere in the room since he knows he’s not yet awake enough for true daylight. Two thoughts enter his mind almost immediately though: it’s cold as hell and there’s coffee brewing in the kitchen. Both of these things are a result of a third thing that Jack notices and it’s that Alex has left him alone in bed.

Jack would get whiny about the third thing but he knows that given where they are it would be pretty selfish of him. Mornings at the farm are loaded with more responsibilities than mornings in LA, and Jack knows the animal friends deserve breakfast and Alex’s bright, sleepy smile just as much as he does. Plus, his boy did make him coffee.

Jack takes a deep breath and catches the scent of dark roast mixed in with the scent of Alex (his cologne and the same laundry detergent he’s used since his mom would pack it for him on their early tours) before finally pushing himself up from the mattress and opening his eyes. The room is thankfully still dark since Alex left the curtains closed for him but he can hear the rain beating down against the windows even through the heavy fabric. Jack pouts then, suddenly worried about Alex having to wander around out in the January rain by himself.

He finds a hoodie and the slippers his mom gifted him for Christmas a few weeks earlier on the floor beside the bed and pulls both on before shuffling from the bedroom. Jack immediately pulls at the sleeves to cover his hands and considers going back to the bedroom to steal a shirt to throw on underneath the hoodie but the coffee hits his nose again and he continues in the direction of the kitchen.

The only light on in the room is the one over the sink and because of the rain, the kitchen remains pretty dark despite the clock on the microwave reading that it’s a little bit past ten. Jack wanders through the room to the drying rack by the sink to get his mug (the one he found in some little thrift store somewhere in Texas with the painted butterflies) before turning back to the island. He fills the mug from the mostly full French press that must have been made pretty recently, Jack thinks, as he burns his tongue a little on his first sip. Fresh coffee means that Alex has already been out to the stalls for the morning so Jack turns then, having a good feeling about where Alex may have wandered off to, and lets his hip rest against the edge of the counter.

From where he stands leaning against the kitchen island, Jack can see Alex’s head poking out from the back of the couch out on the front porch. He’s got a blue beanie pulled over his head and Jack can see his hands cupped around a mug and he can see the steam rising against Alex’s face. He pulls his phone from his pocket to check the temperature and rolls his eyes at the number shown on the screen but it doesn’t stop him from lifting his own mug to head in the direction of the front door.

Alex looks over in his direction as Jack pushes the door closed behind him to join Alex out in the cold morning air. The rain had settled mostly and a thick fog blankets over the property, the trees at the end of the road and pasture just barely visible. A soft smile pulls at Alex’s lips as he pats the cushion beside him. Jack returns the grin as he takes in the crinkles beside his boy’s tired eyes. Sometimes Jack forgets they’re getting older but then notices a gray hair when he’s looking in the mirror while brushing his teeth or notices Alex’s laughter lines deepening ever so slightly and it reminds him just how long they’ve been on these wild adventures together.

He takes the spot beside Alex and pulls the blanket he’s got covering his lap over his own before letting his head drop to rest against Alex’s shoulder. Jack turns to press his cold nose against Alex’s neck and smiles when he hears a soft whine in response to the action.

“Why are we having our coffee outside when it’s nearly freezing out?” Jack mumbles against Alex’s skin. He feels a hand reach up to card through his bed head and smiles at the feeling.

“You’ve been in California too long,” Alex teases. “We would have been calling this a warm morning back in the day.”

“Jesus, are we really old enough for things to be back in the day now?”

“We’re definitely getting there, love.” Alex laughs before pausing to take a sip from his mug. “Anyway, I finished up feeding everybody and wanted to keep listening to the rain.”

Jack figures that’s a fair enough answer (at least coming from Alex) so they sit in silence for a little while. They sip from their respective mugs and Jack cuddles impossibly closer to Alex for warmth as he searches for patterns in the sound of the rain against the roof. Jack notices the shapes Alex has been drawing through his hair change suddenly and he sits up a bit to see his face and pouts at the expression he’s met with.

“What are you thinking so hard about, huh?” Jack asks as he reaches a hand up to rub away the lines across Alex’s forehead. “Is everything okay?”

“Do you want to move in together?” Alex asks in a somewhat rushed voice while his hands pull at the ends of his sleeves. “Like here? On the farm?”

Jack’s hand falls from Alex’s forehead to cup his cheek. “What?”

“I mean, you should probably keep the place in LA since we’re over there enough for work stuff. And I’ve just been thinking that this feels like a good place to settle down and,” he pauses to take a breath and looks up to meet Jack’s gaze. “And I don’t know if I’m moving too fast but I want to settle down with you.”

“Al, I’ve known you for like, half my life. We’re not exactly operating on a normal relationship timeline here. I’d love to move in,” Jack says into the space between them and he can’t help but lean forward to brush their lips together when Alex’s eyes widen. “Though you’re going to have to teach me how to actually be helpful around this place rather than just sit and look cute while petting the goats.”

“Having someone to sit and look cute with the goats is an essential part of farm maintenance, Jack. Don’t sell yourself short,” Alex says while reaching to cover the hand Jack still has against his cheek. “But don’t worry. We’ll teach you to be a proper farm boy. Get you some boots and everything.”

“I want a cowboy hat, too. But sounds perfect.” Jack says before leaning in to press their lips together again. Alex pulls him closer and Jack feels himself smile into the kiss. Alex’s warmth almost makes him forget about the cold winter air surrounding them and his mind is flooded with the thought of a future where everyday is spent with the eternal summer’s day that is Alex Gaskarth.

Alex pulls away first and a giggle leaves his lips as Jack whines at him. “Guess we should go ahead and actually get the day started then?”

“Has to happen eventually, I suppose.” Jack sighs as he sinks further into the couch.

Alex laughs as he stands up, his hand reaching down to link their hands together. “Come on. We’ve got brunch with the mothers in an hour and now we’ve got good news to share with them. Moms love good news.”

Jack allows himself to be pulled up from the couch and in the direction of the front door. He leans against the wood once they’re back inside and pulls Alex into his hold while his arms move to hang over his shoulders. “We smell like farm and wet dog. And since we’re going to be sharing a home now, I think it only makes sense that we try to conserve resources. What do you think?”

Alex rolls his eyes and slides his hands up to rest against Jack’s chest. “Thank you for the invitation but I figured I would make up another pot of coffee for us while you go get ready?”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“I keep asking myself the same thing.”

With a final press of his lips to Jack’s cheek, Alex heads off to make the promised coffee. Jack watches him head into the kitchen from where he stands in the front hall. He sees Alex leave the mugs on the island in favor of pulling his phone out to connect to the speaker next to the sink and a second later a song starts playing that immediately has him bouncing on his toes as he fills the kettle from the sink. Jack smiles as he leans against the frame into the dining room while he watches Alex dance around and softly sing while scooping new coffee grounds. He turns then and Jack is caught as Alex smiles and winks in his direction, a mouthed Go while pointing in the direction of the bedroom being his parting gift.

Jack blows a kiss and starts making his way down the front hall to the stairs. He pauses for a moment at the table where Alex had left a mess of different holiday cards he’d received throughout the season. Bright colors and happy smiles meet Jack’s eyes as he spots friends and their families and pets. He sighs and continues down the hall after a moment, wondering if maybe they could get the goats to sit still long enough for a holiday card sometime next fall. It’s a swirling, dreamy thought, but he spends the rest of the morning stuck on the idea of seeing their smiling faces and well wishes mixed into their loved ones’ piles of cards.

And maybe that’s what love is, waking up to the beginning of another dream.

#jalex #jalex fic #i said this on ao3 but i sent the first half of this to bella but not the second half so ignore that the grammar is probably better in the #first half bc of that #this was the first piece i've written in probably several months that's longer than 2k so that's kinda cool #probably bc it could have been split in half but shhhhhh

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sugar-kisser · 5 years

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Can I request a scenario where y/n is wooyoung’s little sister and yunho falls in love with her? I want her to be cool, bc most of the time y/n gets bullied on fanfics, but this time I want her to love video games, being the schools hip hop team captain and have a pretty strong personality , thanks, love your work💖💖💖🥰

Ah of course!! Thank you!

I also haven’t posted in a while because of writers block (which I’m still kind of trying to get over) and some personal issues (health wise) I’ve been dealing with. But I’m back and will be trying to write as much as I can! My Inbox is alway open for requests!

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DUSK TILL DAWN

Weeks of preparation have finally lead up to tonight. One of the biggest nights of your high school career so far. If things go well tonight you would have more opportunities and even bigger nights to celebrate and compete in.

“Is everyone ready?” You turn to your team, checking everyone’s uniforms once more and doing a quick head count. You take a deep breath, your nerves climbing up your spine like a bug crawling on your skin. You feel a hand rest on your shoulder and you turn to face your older brother, Wooyoung, who also is on your team.

“Y/N-ah, you got this,” he smiles, “we all do.” He motions to the rest of the team which you look over everyone once more before meeting your brother’s eyes again. You give him a reassuring smile and rest your hand onto of his.

“Are you sure you can make the landing?” You ask him, “you’ve been practicing all week and your knee’s are almost bruised with how much you’ve been doing it.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Wooyoung playfully scolds, “I mastered it yesterday and did it two more times after that just to be sure.” You bite down on your lips and nod your head.

You turn to face the stage and watch as the team in front of you finish their routine and bow to the judges. Your team is called out and you are handed a microphone, and you and the rest of your team head out of the stage. You all bow and you introduce your team and the song you will be dancing to. The judges wish you good luck, and you hand the microphone off to a stage hand.

The song begins and you and your team move through the routine perfectly just as you have been practicing for seven weeks straight. The end of your dance is nearing and you are positioned in the back of your group watching everyone while dancing at the same time. You give a performance and make sure to never let anything falter. You watch your brother as he goes for his jump. He leaps into the air but you watch in horror as you notice that his feet are almost twisted.

He lands on his foot wrong and almost wails out but the lights cut as soon as he lands just as they are suppose too. You hurry over to your brother as the rest of the team does as well.

“Everyone stand!” You whisper at everyone. You pull your brother up and he puts his weight onto you, but the two of you pull it off as side hugging each other. He pushes a smile onto his face and the lights come back on as everyone finishes clapping and cheering. You all bow to the judges once more and you help Wooyoung walk off stage. The team surrounds the two of you and you let him throw almost all his weight on you and you practically drag him backstage.

“Someone get a chair!” You yell. One of the older members grabs the closest one to him and swings it around and you set him down.

“Wooyoung,” you whine. You lift up his foot and he cries out in pain. You set his foot on your thigh and pull up the baggy pants and pull down his sock. His ankle is is quickly turning purple and swelling by the second.

“Medic!” You call out and one quickly approaches us and quickly takes over and deals with Wooyoung’s ankle. You move over to his side and stand on your knees. You head resting on his shoulder, and his hand death gripping yours.

“I’m sorry,” Wooyoung huffs out then hissing in pain.

“Don’t be sorry,” you tell him, “we did great despite all of it. Now we just need this to heal.”

“No Y/N,” Wooyoung tells you, “I lied. I didn’t master the jump. Now I’ve ruined your chance for the other dance competition you wanted to do.”

“Wooyoung. I don’t care. You’re hurt. I don’t care about that competition,” you counter, slightly annoyed that you’re getting into an argument with your brother in front of your team and just getting into an argument in general. You two rarely argue and if you do it’s over something stupid.

“But that’s the competition with all the college scouters. You have to go. You want to dance,” Wooyoung tells you.

“Wooyoung. I. Do. Not. Care,” You tell him, trying to make it as clear as possible.

“Yunho!” Wooyoung calls to one of his friends. Yunho hurries from the back of the group to the other side of Wooyoung. “Take my spot in the next dance competition and compete with Y/N. She needs this competition to get into universities.”

“Wooyoung. Yunho. No. It’s honestly fine,” you try to stop the two of them.

“Y/N, I don’t mind. If you need a partner then I’ll be your partner,” Yunho tells you. You look up at him and ask him if he’s sure and he nods his head.

And that’s how it all started. This next competition was a pairs only and you had to do a modern style with a twist of contemporary.

“Do you have any song picked out yet?” Yunho asks tossing his bag onto the floor walking up to you. You nod your head and plug in your phone to the room speakers and play Dusk Till Dawn by Zayn & SIA.

“I already have ideas for the beginning of the dance,” you tell Yunho. You explain what you wanted to do and Yunho listened along and made minor suggestions which you took some but rejected others as the song played in the background on repeat. You both suggest you do a slow run through of what you have in mind. The song still plays in repeat but you start singing out the lyrics and humming to the song so Yunho could put the movement to the beat.

Your body’s move slowly but in sync with each other. Your movements mirror each other but you face forward, not each other. You two eventually turn to face each other right before the lyrics “cause I want to touch you baby.” During this part Yunho does most of the movement and when needed he picks you up to make you ‘move’ as part of the choreography. Your character comes to life when SIA begins to sing and the two of you move in sync as if you both are in love. Which is the story you want to tell- two people in love but only allowed to be together from dusk to dawn.

After three hours of practicing all your clothes are stuck to your skin, and sweat dripping down your face and arms. Your hair stuck to your forehead and neck.

“We’ll pick this up tomorrow. We can practice till we have this perfect before moving onto the next part,” you tell him. He nods his head and you two grab your things before heading out towards the parking lot.

“Wooyoung not here?” Yunho asks looking around the empty parking lot.

“My mom doesn’t want him driving with his bad ankle. I guess my mom forgot that I had practice today,” you answer looking around the lot, entrance, and exit towards the busy streets for your mother’s car.

“I can take you home if you need,” Yunho offers pulling out his car keys.

“Oh you don’t have to I can call my mom,” you hurriedly and explain to him.

“It’s really fine. Plus it gives me an excuse to go bug Wooyoung,” Yunho chuckles as he begins walking to his car, you hot on his tail. He drives the two of you to your house and you walk in, Yunho following in suit.

“He’s in his room. You know where that is,” you point up the stairs. Yunho thanks you and you both separate. You head into the kitchen where your mother sits at her computer typing away. You clear your throat to get her attention.

“Oh! Y/N? When did you get home?” You mother exclaims startled.

“Just now. Yunho brought me home and is seeing Wooyoung,” you explain

“That’s sweet of him to do,” you mother smiles before returning to whatever she seems to be doing so you clear your throat again.

“Yes?” Your mother asks her eyes never tearing away from the computer screen.

“You forgot to pick me up today. Wooyoung and I both told you,” you tell her.

“Oh I must of completely forgot-“

“Clearly,” you mutter.

“What was that?” you mother asks, her eyes still on her computer scream.

“I’m going to take a shower,” you tell her before leaving the room and heading upstairs. You head into the bathroom and shower off all the sweat and wash your hair and face before wrapping yourself in a towel. You open the door to the bathroom and almost run into someone.

“Yah! Wooyoung!” you snap, but when you look up you see a red faced Yunho staring right back at you. Your eyes widen and you immediately look away and hold your towel lighter.

“I swear I didn’t know you were in there. I hope this doesn’t look as bad as it does,” Yunho rambleson quickly.

“It’s fine. Whatever. I just need to get to my room,” You squeeze past the giant and hurry off into your room, closing the door and locking it behind you. Yunho watches, his face still a hot red. He enters into the bathroom and splashes his face with water, complete forgetting he even needed to use the toilet.

Your back leans against the door and you slide down and take a deep breath before exhaling. You push yourself off the floor and change into comfier clothing and brush out your wet hair and exiting the room like nothing happened. You head into your brothers room, Yunho know where in sight.

“Where’s Yunho?” You ask Wooyoung who sits on his bed, gaming head set on his head and controller in his hand.

“He just left. Said he had to be somewhere,” Wooyoung answers not looking back from the tv as his hand move the control sticks around and hit the buttons,” Damn!” Wooyoung grumbles, his character dying once again in the video game, “Y/N can you get me pass this level?” Wooyoung hands the remote over to you. You glad take it from him and sit next to him on the bed. You restart the game and you quickly begin punch buttons and moving the controls around and before you know it you’ve completed the level.

“How- What the- Y/N!” Wooyoung calls after you as you toss the remote back onto his lap.

“I’ve already played this game, bro. Catch up,” you laugh as you jump off his bed and leave his room.

Over the next three and a half weeks you and Yunho practice your dance, adding more and more to the dance till it was complete as well as perfecting it.

“This feels all wrong!” You stress as you stop in the middle of the choreography. Every since your encounter with Yunho things felt a little off but you push it aside and focus on the dance.

“Yunho we have four days. Everything seems so wrong. The emotions, the fluency, everything!” You yells. Your hands rake through your hair and pull at the roots.

“You’re over stressing yourself Y/N,” Yunho tells you calmly, “you need to relax. Everything seems perfectly fine.”

“Perfectly fine isn’t perfect Yunho!” You yell at him. Yunho’s eyes widen and he steps back. The two of you stare at each other for almost a minute. A minute which felt like an eternity. But you break down into tears.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey,” Yunho hurries over to you and hugs you, “don’t cry. You’re just extremely stressed. This is a big competition.”

“But what if no scouter wants to take me? What if all of our hard work doesn’t give us what we deserve,” you choke on your tears, small hiccups beginning. Yunho rubs your back and you calm down and compose yourself over the next couple minutes. When Yunho lets go of you he heads towards his bag and picks up not only his but yours.

“What are we doing? We still have an hour or practice left,” you ask him as you wipe away the last of your tears.

“We are taking a break for the day. Come on. I have an idea,” Yunho tells you holding out your bag. You contemplate whether you should go with him or continue to practice because it’s four days away. But this is all you have done for the past few weeks… maybe you need a breather. It almost feels just like the movies, where everything in the end works out, sometimes it doesn’t. That’s what’s holding you down. You should practice, you know you should.

“Don’t tell me we need to practice. We can take one hour off today,” Yunho tells you, reading your mind. You pull your lips to a thin line before grabbing your bag, your phone from the speakers, and following him out of the dance room and towards the parking lot. You climb into Yunho’s car and he starts the engine and pulls out of the parking space, heading towards and all familiar place you know. The Arcade.

“Wooyoung never stops telling us about how much you love video games and how good you are at them,” Yunho tells you as he pulls into a parking spot. He steps out the car to let you change into comfier, clean clothing. He waits for you to step out of the car for him to go back in to change as well. You wait for the tall boy and when he steps out again the two of you head inside the large building.

“Play any game you want; it’s on me,” Yunho tells you.

“But I’ll feel bad for spending your money like that,” you tell him.

“Fine. How about we have a competition. Who ever loses the most games buys dinner and dessert,” Yunho proposes. You smirk at the tall boy before shaking his hand in a deal agreement, and you two race off to the first game you guys agree to play.

You two play for hours straight, sharing laughs and telling stories. You would point to just about every single game and tell Yunho how you beat Wooyoung or something stupid he did causing you to win. You also told him how even as a child you could always beat him at any game he introduced to you.

“He must suck at playing games,” Yunho laughs as you point to one of the easiest games in the arcade.

“He’s really good, he just gets cocky and hot headed,” you laugh along with him.

“We have one more game to play. This game will be worth 5 points,” Yunho tells you. Currently the score is 13-9, with you in the lead of course. Yunho leads you over to the dance machine and you almost laugh in embarrassment.

“You want our last game to be a dancing game?” You ask him.

“We both love to dance. This will be able to tell who is the better dancer,” Yunho clarifies proudly as if he is a genius who came up with the most brilliant explanation.

“Are you trying to say you’re a better dancer than me?” You cock your eyebrow at the boy. Yunho just smirks right back before putting in the tokens, hitting the random button, and placing both players on hard.

“Ready to lose?” Yunho asks.

“In your dreams,” you laugh at him. The song begins and the two of you are off, hitting every dance move perfectly. You both are laughing and enjoying your time causing everyone around you to notice the fierce competition and a small crowd begins. Towards the end of the song you take the leading score and finish strongly and with another set of 5 points, declaring you the winner of the arcade games.

“You won,” Yunho admits while catching his breath, “fair and square. Looks like I’m buying dinner and dessert.” The two of you leave and Yunho drives to the nearest diner and you two take a booth in the back.

“Today was really fun,” you tell Yunho after the two of you order, “I really needed that. Thank you Yunho.”

“Anytime. Really. I’m glad you had fun,” he smiles, “I did too. Took my mind off a bunch of things.”

“Is that why you’ve been out of it lately?” You ask him, “you haven’t seemed like yourself in a few weeks.”

“Just a lot on my mind. Most importantly I don’t want to let you down for this competition,” Yunho answers. You open your mouth to respond to him but your waitress comes over to your table with the two milkshakes you both ordered. You two thank her and when she walks away you clap excitedly before taking a sip of the oreo shake.

“You excited there?” Yunho laughs, teasing you.

“Yes I am. Thank you very much,” you admit with pride before taking another sip. Yunho quietly laughs before taking a sip of his own shake. All of the awkward tension that had been present the past few weeks disappear. After Yunho saw you in just a towel he felt like he had invaded your privacy and didn’t want you to think he was some creep. So he kept his distance despite also having to dance with you. Especially dance close to you.

The rest of dinner went by normally. You and Yunho continued to talk about all the different games you play and even made a plan to game together once the competition was over just to see how good you really are. You both also share stories of pulling pranks on your brothers and how much trouble you would get into.

You couldn’t help but notice that Yunho has such a contagious laugh and smile and the way his eyes light up telling a fond memory had you feeling some type of way. It wasn’t butterflies nor was it a bad feeling. It’s like the feeling when you finally mastered something you’ve been working at or when you finally finished something that has taken you so long to complete. It’s like a euphoric happiness. You would almost describe him as a happy virus that just radiates off his energy to everyone.

After dinner Yunho drives you back to your house and he walks you up to the door and you both face each other for a couple seconds, neither one of you two saying anything.

“I- uh- I had a great time today,” you start, awkwardly stuttering, “thank you again Yunho.”

“Yeah. Anytime. Really,” Yunho smiles looking down at the ground and back up at you. You mumble a goodnight with a goofy smile still plastered against your lips.

“Wait,” Yunho tells you, grabbing your free hand as the other rests on the doorknob. You turn around to face the tall boy once more.

“I-,” Yunho starts, “I need to tell you something.” You turn completely towards him, letting go of the door handle completely. You give him your full attention, but he is at loss for words as he stares into your eyes.

“I-“

“Hey, hey, hey!” Wooyoung calls as he opens the door, “what are you doing! Get your hands off my sister.” Wooyoung shoo’s Yunho away from you. You completely oblivious you were still holding Yunho’s hand.

“Wooyoung!” You whine, punching him in the shoulder, “I’m sorry Yunho. What were you going to say?”

“It’s nothing,” Yunho smiles, “it can wait. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You smile back and nod in response and you watch him head to his car and leave. After he’s out of sight you turn to your brother again and hit him once more.

“Hey! What was that for!” Wooyoung yelps.

“You ruined a possibly good moment for me!” You grumble walking into the house leaving your older brother at the door. He closes the door and hobbles on his good foot after you.

“He doesn’t need to be holding your hand!” Wooyoung calls out after you.

“What if I want him to!” You turn around to face Wooyoung and he almost stumbles into you.

“You’re not allowed to date,” Wooyoung scolds, “you don’t need distractions, let alone a boy. You know we’re stupid right?”

“You’re stupid. Yunho isn’t,” you mumble the last part.

“You cannot have a crush on him,” Wooyoung tells you.

“What are you gonna do about it,” you challenge him. Wooyoung pulls his lips to a thin line and huffs, knowing he can’t control your life. But all he wants to do is look out for you. Although Yunho is his friend he doesn’t want any chance of a stupid high school boy to break your heart.

You stare him down just a little longer before pushing past him and heading to your room. You jump onto your bed and stare at the ceiling thinking about Yunho and the events of your day together. From dancing, to starting to actually feel overstressed, to having a slight breakdown, to playing arcade games, to having dinner together. It felt almost like a date, but you two are just friends. But you can’t help wonder what Yunho was going to say to you before Wooyoung decided to be the annoying overprotective brother.

The four days pass in a blur and now you’re standing back stage in front of a mirror lined with lights, getting your make-up done for the performance. Wooyoung had came back stage to wish you good luck and that there were plenty of scouters in the crowd awaiting for the performances.

Your heart is racing beyond belief but you control yourself with your breathing, taking it slow and easy to maintain composure.

Yunho comes out of the dressing room in his uniform just as your make-up finishes and the last of your hair is pinned up to keep out of your face. You stand up and pat down your simple grey dress.

“You look stunning,” Yunho smiles walking up to you grabbing your hand and making you twirl.

“Not so bad yourself Mr. Jeong,” you respond to him, patting his chest with your free hand.

“You are wearing short underneath the dress, yes?” Yunho asks, double-checking.

“Yes mom,” you answer him jokingly before breaking into a little smile, him following in suit. You grab his hand and pull him to the side of the stage to watch the other performers.

In no time it’s your turn to head onto the stage. Yunho follows you and the lights dim down and the two of you stand in your beginning positions, awaiting for the song to start. Yunho sneaks one last smile towards you before the music begins and the two of you begin your routine.

Something about this performance feels different than all of the times practicing or running through the entire choreography. You feel as if the story is true between you two. The passion almost feels so real and it’s like you connect to the story itself. The way you two carry your performance and the way you two dance together and the passion you each share shows in such bright vivid colors.

When the song ends, Yunho sets you down as you two finish with an extremely close dance position. You two smile and bow to the judges and crowd as they cheer and scream. Yunho pulls you off the stage and other performers clap for you and tell you how amazing the dance performance was. Now all you have to do is await for the winners of the competition.

“Would you be upset if we don’t win?” Yunho asks you as the judges tally up all their votes and the contestants wait back stage.

“Everyone’s performances were amazing,” you start, “not saying ours wasn’t because it was absolutely amazing. But if the judges think that other dances did better then all I have to do is respect their decision.”

“How very wise of you,” Yunho responds before leaning close to your ear to whisper, “I know you want to win, I’m not dumb.” You bit your lips holding in your laughter as Yunho could see right through your little speech.

“All contestants on stage!” One of the stage hands calls out to the performers. You all make your way to the stage, and the judges tell each pair of their strengths and parts of the dances that really stood out.

“Ms. Jung and Mr. Jeong,” the female judge reads, “your performance was absolutely one of my favorite ones I have seen in such a long time since I’ve been judging this annual competition. The passion you two carry for each other really brought the story to life. The movement conveyed such a strong feeling and created a bond between the two of you. It seems like no one could break what you two have. It was truly beautiful.” You both thank her with big grins on your faces.

After the judges finished the remaining performers evaluations the special guest judge stood up to read off the winner of the competition. You grab Yunho’s hand and hold it tight as you wait with anticipation for the winners to be read off.

“And the winner of this years competition is… Ms. Jung and Mr. Jeong Dusk Till Dawn!” The judge speaks into the microphone. The crowd cheers loudly and your mouth gapes open and your other hand covers it. Tears of happiness well in your eyes and you turn to hug Yunho. You could hear him chanting ‘we did it’ over and over again. The sounds of confetti canons fire, startling you both and the judges walk on stage and present you with your trophy and two necklaces of flowers.

The crowd cheers and Yunho and you turn out to see everyone and you guys bow and wave at everyone. Yunho grabs your hand and pulls you to face him.

“Y/N what I wanted to say the other night is that I like you. I always have but I was afraid to say anything with Wooyoung been your brother and my friend. But after this competition with you there’s no way I can hide these feelings when they’ve grown so strong,” Yunho rants. You bite down on your lips, but break into the biggest smile.

“Yunho, I like you too,” you tell him causing him to smile as well.

“Good,” Yunho grins, placing both his hands on your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours in a soft sweet kiss.

#ateez #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #ateez wooyoung #ateez yunho #wooyoung #yunho #dancing #kpop imagines #ateez fluff #ateez drabbles #kpop ateez #highschool au #jung wooyoung #jeong yunho #yunho fluff

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damn-it-damian · 5 years

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Why don't you hit me instead of screaming at each other?

and a little something I call "the sponge effect"

[long post ahead]

My parents have never beaten me up. Like yeah, my father spanked me like twice when I was like five years old - first bc I forgot to do my housework and second bc I was rude to my mum. And hell, I made so damn sure to never do that again. But that was all. Aside from that, none of them ever hit me. Not even a slap across the face. But oh, did they scream! The worst of all? Most of the time, they're not even screaming at me! Most of the time, they are just screaming at each other bc of some absolutely stupid thing. Or, one of them is screaming bc of the other one, but the other one is not even there! Like, my mother was screaming and went hysterical for nearly 30 minutes the other morning because my father have thrown away her water bottle when he was cleaning the kitchen the day before and now, she have to go and buy another. And of course it works the other way, too. Father screaming bc of something my mother did. Best of all? They start screaming at each other when the whole family (him, her, me and my 16-year-old sister) is having dinner bc of something that happened yesterday morning but they haven't seen each other until now. And me and sis- we are just sitting there bc we are not allowed to leave until we finish our meals and we are not allowed to take it to our rooms or to throw it away. And I'm just silently clenching my fists under the table so they won't see and slowly but surely I'm about to cry.

And suddenly, they're all like, why the hell are you crying? Stop it. Nobody is hurting you!

But you do.

You are hurting me so much, you just don't realize it. This screaming of yours, it's hurting me so much! I know that probably none of you is doing this to me intentionally, that none of you is hurting me knowingly and that you're just venting out your anger, but if you just want to take your anger out on someone and make yourself feel better - here I am. Just hit me, but please! Stop screaming. I know that you're not hitting me bc you don't want to hurt me - I am your child after all - but you just don't realize that you're hurting me so much more when you do this. Why don't you just slap me across the face instead of all this screaming? It would be just so much better! It would hurt, yes, but it would be just so much better that all of this.

Like, I can deal with physical pain. It's so much better that the psychical and mental pain. Yes, all those bruises hurts like hell but it all fades away eventually. Psychical pain does not. It may get weaker, yes, but it's still there. And it still hurts. All those insults and that screaming - it's all still there.

That's mostly why I'm skipping dinners now bc there's always a possibility that something like this will happen.

So, the actual story is: today I've woken up to my mother screaming. Like, a lot more than usual. She went completely hysteric. I mean, she was in the kitchen which is on the ground floor, I was in my freaking attic room on the freaking third floor and it still managed to wake me up from my deep-ass sleep. At first, I thought that I can manage to just ignore it. Clasp my hands on my ears, burry my head under the pillow and just ignore it. It's the best thing you can do, when she's like this. I mean, every time I hear people scream my body just stops working. It's in some kind of paralysis when I have a need to curl on myself, close my eyes and clasp my ears until it ends. But man, just how much I've been wrong. There was like no way I could survive with ignoring it like that because it just didn't end. I had no idea what's going on or why she's so mad, but I thought that maybe if I go downstairs and ask her what's happening them maybe I could help somehow and end all of this. (like, I know that it actually doesn't work bc I've tried so many times and it never helps, but I just needed it to stop!)

So, I got up from the bed, I went downstairs and casually, in the soft voice and without any screaming or shouting I asked her what's wrong. And man, I've never been screamed at as much as this in my whole life. I seriously though I'll start crying. I mean, not because I was screamed at, but the feeling of that moment was just so wrong! And I still couldn't make out what's wrong, I had no idea what's happening. It all just felt so wrong.

Like, let's say that I'm quite empathetic and a way more 'softer' and more 'sensitive' than other boys (at least more than all the boys I've met till now) and I just can 'feel' the emotions of other people (gosh, that sounds weird). I mean, it affects me like, a lot. Casually, I'm referring to it as 'the sponge effect'.

That's something I made up myself so please don't judge me but people seem to understand it more if I have some name with which I can call it. And basically, it works like a big sponge. I'm here and like a sponge is absorbing water, I'm absorbing emotions of other people. Like, when I'm around someone who is sad or crying - even if it's a complete stranger, someone I've never seen before in my life - I just feel like crying and if it's really intensive I'll most likely start crying, too. It works like this with all kinds of emotions but sadly, it's a lot stronger with the negative ones. At least in my case.

So these emotional outburst are... let's say it's really difficult for me.

And like a big sponge, I still continue to absorb all emotions from people around me and people I meet. And I just keep them inside unit there's no room and I'm completely overwhelmed. And then, when the sponge is full you have to squeeze it to wring it out so it can absorb new water again. The only problem is that I can't let those emotions go. I mean, of course I can let my emotions go, but that applies only on the 'good ones'. But I just can't take my anger and negative emotions out on others. I mean, that's what people do - someone is mean at them and 'gives' them that emotion and they 'pass' it to the next person by being mean to him. Like yeah, I'm angry as hell, I wanna scream, I wanna shout, I wanna swear, I wanna punch something till it breaks but I just can't. For some reason. Or I just really don't want to, I don't know. I mean, it's probably a good thing bc I'm not 'passing' those negative emotions on other people but I can't keep them in either bc honestly, it's killing me. Like, all that rage and anger and hatred is still in there and it's pilling up. And I still keep it in bc I just can't let it out to hurt other people, unit it becomes something I can deal with: sorrow. Just keep it in long enough till all that hate and anger fades to sadness and sorrow. Now, that's something you can work with, isn't it? Sure, you can! (please don't.) But yeah, basically I can deal with sadness a little bit better than with anger and I can actually let it out. So yeah, I'm crying myself to sleep and I'm full of self-hate. But that's okay, right? You can cry in secret so nobody can see you and your negative emotions won't affect others. (It feels so bad, please don't do this qwq). But it works. And then I just cry it out. All of it, all of those emotions. Till I'm an empty dry sponge again. And it all feels so cold and wrong. And I feel empty and alone and I'm just so touch starved. I just so miss that most basic kind affection like patting on the back when I cry or hugging when I feel so empty after all of that.

But hey, here I am - ready to suck up some new negative emotions.

You still here for the actual story? Great! (I literally love you if you made it to this point! qwq)

So, after I went downstairs and gently asked my mother what's wrong, she screamed her head out on me. But I wasn't able to make out what's actually going on. And I just felt so bad because I actually care but she didn't even give me a chance to help. But okay she doesn't want to speak to me? That's cool, I won't push.

I just... need to... get out of here.

So I just ran out of our house without thinking. Just grabbed my jacket, pulled on some shoes a ran out like that. Like, the whole freaking street of people saw my undies bc aside from the jacket I was wearing only my sleeping t-shirt. But I absolutely didn't care at that moment. I just wanted to get away from all that screaming.

I mean, I'm not a rebellious type of child but today I've seriously considered running away. Not to upset my parents or to make them miss me, no, I just want to get away from all of that. I didn't run away tho. I just sat outside on the street and when I saw them leaving for groceries I quickly ran back, changed into some normal clothes, took something to eat for later and then I ran to my uncle's house where I "hid" in the cellar - all before they returned from the grocery shop so they couldn't see me.

Well theoretically, I'm still in our house, bc our and uncle's house share the same wall, but here I feel a way more safer rn. I mean, the cellar is basically underground, main unit of central heating is based here so it's warm in here (not like on the street rn) and it's relatively quiet in here. Like yeah, I still can hear some of my parents' screaming (bc of that one shared wall) but it's a way less than when I'm in my room and I can put my headphones on in here which I can't do at home bc my parents assume that I'm purposely ignoring them when instead I'm just trying to block out all that shouting. Plus, nobody knows I'm here! (yeah, my uncle knows but he won't tell)

What I was about to say is, that today I finally told myself that I've had enough and that after I finish school (I have finals in less than one month from now) I'll visit a psychologist bc I really need to talk about this. Mostly bc I wasn't really allowed to visit her until now, because only mentally ill people visit psychologist and you aren't ill, now are you? But you know what? Fuck you all!

Also, I probably can't move out yet, even if I wanted to (and the hell I want!) bc I don't have enough money but I told myself that I'll make damn sure to live away from home when I start college. And when I'm at it I also need to come out from the closet and find myself someone who'll help me out of my touch starved misery.

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millennial-ring · 6 years

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the only reason i’m answering this is to hopefully avoid more asks like this in the future since i have no intention of ceasing advertising commissions any time soon. i understand i advertise commissions a lot for various reasons and that looks bad, but i have always used the money i’ve earned for exactly what i said i was going to use it for (moving, paying bills, food, replacing ripped work pants, copays, etc).

even though i work 36 hours a week (if i don’t lose rock paper scissors and get sent home early to cut labor) i’m only bringing in like $650 per paycheck because of taxes and insurance, and the costs of living keep piling up (and no, we’re not allowed to cash in PTO anymore unless it’s over a certain amount). i moved recently and my rent is almost $200 more per month (and the move exhausted my savings). internet went up, too. it’s winter and i’m anemic af, so my heating bill’s been in triple digits since November. because of whatever weird fucking lung malfunction i’ve been having (which still hasn’t been figured out btw) i haven’t been able to walk home in the 10 degree/-5 windchill weather without fucking up my breathing, so add uber expenses. and now i’ve got to pay ssa back over $1,000 bc they overpaid me for 9 months and didn’t??? bother to tell me i was no longer eligible?? (they’ll be sending me some paperwork for that and yes i WILL be posting it when i get it so y’all know i’m legit so don’t @ me) but i could go on a whole other rant about that bullshit. instead i’m going to respond to your message

1) point me to a single post where i beg people for money. all i’m doing is advertising a service (drawing) in exchange for whatever people deem that service is worth. all the pieces used in the example took me several hours to complete. i could be asking for $30 for them (since min wage $7.50 x 4 hours = $30) but the absolute most i’m asking for is five dollars. in fact in that post i’m actively discouraging people from donating?? i don’t want a handout. i don’t want free money. i just want to be able to pay my bills and still afford a box of ramen afterwards, and selling my art is the only way i can earn a bit of extra income without selling off all my possessions

2) pizza is a rare treat and i only ever order online deals. yesterday my roommate and i both had awful days and we decided to treat ourselves. also i eat like a bird so a large pizza is like...5 meals for me. it’s not like i’m ordering a pizza every other night and finishing it off within hours. as for the coffee, it’s also a treat that i get maybe once a week. the ebar where i buy my coffee i get a 50% employee discount so it’s hardly ever more than $3. a friend that works at the ebar will also sometimes give it to me on the house, so i’m probably spending less than $10 on coffee per month. not that i really have to defend buying small treats that take some of the edge off, but i forgot poor people aren’t allowed any kind of luxury at all. excuuuuuse me for wanting to have a somewhat decent meal and bean juice every once in a while

3) i hate avocados ;p toast is nice tho. have you ever tried it with pepper? just...plain ol bread and butter but with pepper? it’s good.

4) i have a real job, and i work my ass off, and i’m good at what i do. it pays well, i get medical and dental, PTO, i get along with everyone, my managers are really cool and easy to approach if i have an issue or a question, and i enjoy it. right now my only issue is my hours being cut to save on labor (it’s slow right now so obviously our budget for labor is smaller). i might not wear a tie and heels to work and sit in an air conditioned office and type at a computer 9 to 5 or whatever you think a real job entails, but i can assure you, i have a job. in fact, i have two now! that’s right this lazy entitled snowflake millennial has just gotten a second job to pay for their expenses. i began applying the second i got off the phone with ssa because i knew i’d need the extra income asap, but it’s been on my mind for the past few months. the manager is still working out my schedule but i’ll definitely be working even more 12 hour days soon enough. idk how to get much more real than that

5) if you think my art is shitty then...don’t commission me?? scroll past?? unfollow????? block me?????? like what did you really hope to accomplish with this message? bc i’m not going to stop drawing or offering commissions because some loser on anon called my art shitty

6) uuuh what else was I gonna say? oh yeah

blocked

#long post #idk how to tag this #i've been anxious all day and this made it so much worse #djfghsk #fuck you anon

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 6 years

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-They ran the full show!!! And then some!!

- Claude's wig completely flew off during the 'Hair' number

- Woof was given like...4 different wigs throughout the night and they all look awful lmao

- we are now on the third light board but it seems to be working!!

- BITCH during the finale 'Ain't Got No' s every time the gunshot sound effect went off the guitarist played like this aggresive dying chord and like.....hot

- everyone was singing Chicago songs all night

- we had like a 40 minute break to eat brownies and like a couple moments after I finished mine I was like hmm.....brownies at Hair.....maybe not the smartest plan actually..

- oh by the way I am being ATTACKED because the director ordered a Mick Jager poster right but it's not gonna be delivered in time so she is using the Micky J poster we used in the show 8 years ago....which the whole cast had autographed.....and my signature, in giant lettering, is right smack on Mick's cheek.....farewell

- Berger was given fake extensions even tho he already had long hair

- it took them 50 minutes to agree on a game plan for the after-bows bit where they pull people onstage to dance

- the entire trip scene is actually hell because we have to turn peoples mics on right except WE DONT KNOW WHO TF ANYONE IS

- the show seems pretty great but I am....critical of the final scene

- like 1) he's not laying ontop of the flag for some reason and 2) everyone stays on stage for WAY too long and 3) they are absolutely not giving Berger enough time to really drive the emotion through. By the time everyone's finally offstage the song is already over??? So he only had time to really cover him with his vest and get in a pose. Like. Idk why she's doing it like that? When we did it in 2011 everyone was still singing offstage while Berger wept for like a solid minute. It was very impactful??? What happened???

- also....tell me why Claude was grinning for like half of 'Where Do I Go'??? wild

- this poor kid was struggling to get his mic off and he's like 'it feels like I'm ripping a heart moniter off' or something and when we told him mic tape and surgical tape are the same thing....his eyes almost jumped out agshdbsn

- "Okay but the real Margaret Mead wasn't trans right??? So what's the point of her opening her coat and flashing a penis at the audience???" "Dumbass.......she had Big Dick Energy" 😂😂😂😂😂

- I love the music director lol I asked him if they had cut part of 'Electric Blues' bc we got really confused there with the sound effect yesterday and he let out a dramatic gasp, eyes wide, before grabbing his libretto and sprinting to the back of the theater to personally edit the song in our script instead of just answering 'yes' lol

- only 3 mic changes and they all happen at intermission........what on Earth

- the directors husband is a Vietnam vet and he gave a whole speech about it to the kids and two moms sitting in the audience in front of me started crying

- the director expected me to remember my monolgue from working, a show I was in literally 7 years ago

- they also requested for me to sing my part from Les Mis and do my lines from Into The Woods.....like what was happening ashdhdjs I just wanted to collect microphones

- Narrowly avoided an angry fox running @ me when I left the theater so that's always fun

- a lot of mics are missing windscreens for some reason and those things are IMPOSSIBLE to get on and this poor girl already had her mic on by the time I noticed itnwas missing so I just had to. Stand uncomfortably in her personal space for 10 solid minutes so that was fun I guess

- LITERALLY THEY BROKE OUT THE SMOKE MACHINE FOR WALKING IN SPACE I SCREAMED!!!

- thats all I can really remember right now because I forgot to make this post 4 and a half hours ago whoops but overall! I think the show will be really good!!

-✌✌✌✌✌🌸🌸🌸🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌺🌺🌺👫👬👭🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌠🌈🌈❄❄❄❄❄❄❄🔮🔮☮☮☮☮☮☮☮☮☮☮☮☮♒♒♒♒♒♒♒♒♒♒♒♒♒✌✌✌✌✌

#lmao #hair vagueblogging 2k18 #musicals #molly mumbles #can you believe I found that many emojis #that work for hair?#bc I cant #lol

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thechampagnecircus · 3 years

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Fire is a Force

Earth, Air, Fire, Water; all natural elements that are beautiful and essential in their own rights. But when out of control can wreak havoc on our world. I am aware that wildfires have a place in the natural cycle, and promote the growth of new forests, but if run amok can destroy all in it’s path. I feel as though people don’t consider them a normal natural disaster, but they are. Although they can -and are- sometimes started by careless humans, it’s just like a hurricane or tidal wave and we are at it’s mercy. On this note, it is obvious that our trip to the lake this year was a bit different than the norm. With the heat wave and drought the summer brought, there was no denying the plethora of wildfires scattered throughout most of British Columbia. The entire province was a tinderbox and the inevitability of wildfires quickly came to fruition.

I did not grow up with wildfires as a threat, or annual fixture like those on the West Coast. There were the obligatory Smokey the Bear signs plastered in every small Maine town. With a fire risk meter -usually on low- and the famous line “Only YOU can prevent forest fires” shaking it’s finger at you. I learned from a young age to practice safe camping and summer behavior but I never experienced the fear of an actual fire that was spiralling out of control. Having said that, we were not short of other bullying weather entities. We had the rogue hurricane. Bob, Irene and Sandy all made appearances throughout the years. Hurricane Matthew crashed my cousin Sara’s wedding a few years ago. The uninvited guest who made quite the splash. I also witnessed a small tornado once in the car with my Mum when I was young. There were infinite thunderstorms married with hail and torrential downpours. Power outages caused by massive blizzards, and even the famous ice storm of ‘99 which any Mainer will undoubtedly remember. I mean, shit, Stephen King wrote a made-for-TV movie about it. But no fires.

I always heard crazy stories in California and Western North America, especially within the last ten years. I am sure there are implications of global warming and climate change that could be made, but I won’t fall down that rabbit hole. It is one thing to hear of devastating fires; as if they are some distant reality. But another to be in their path. Two years ago my first taste of this reality came to life. A wall of heavy smoke rolled into Calgary. It was a Friday and everything turned gray. But not just gray, it was purplish yellow, thick and blocked the sun with an infamous red glare. When I stepped outside, I could feel the weight of the air and the faintest smell of char. However, it passed in time for work on Monday and it was back to business as usual.

That same year, we had our first trip to the lake booked with friends. We were so excited to show them the waterfront we rave about every summer. As the plane landed in Kelowna we quickly realized that our dreams of a weekend filled with boating in the sunshine were not coming to pass. The air quality was at an all time high. We arrived in the afternoon but it looked like nighttime as the entire valley was shrouded in smoke. We stuck it out for our four days, staying inside most of the time, playing games and drinking way too much booze to drown our dashed expectations.

Fast forward to this year. As I mentioned before, this summer has been filled with record breaking heat and rainfall decided to take a hiatus. It was the perfect storm of dry conditions and intense temperatures that set the stage for a flash mob of fires to appear. As we were driving to the lake ten days ago, we drove through varying degrees of smoke levels. There were road closures, alerts and so many fires it was hard to keep track. The Sunday before we left, one fire by White Rock Lake had begun, and that was the one we were most worried about due to its location. It was still small and about 35 km away so we trudged on. We knew we wanted to make the most of our trip regardless. We arrived and within one day the air quality was at a 10++. The air hardly felt like air anymore, thick with particulates and the deep smell of cinder. The whole family was tentative and staying inside for the most part. But after a couple days, we began to spend time outside anyways. You know, YOLO. It was our vacation and hell, high water, or smoke wasn’t going to ruin our holiday. We were weary, and aware but still were able to boat, swim, drink pina coladas on the deck and seize the day. It’s funny how quickly you can become accustomed to something and your threshold for certain things begins to ascend. After about a week, the smoke had begun to wane and hope felt a bit restored, despite the fire to the North that was not letting up. We kept our heads up but were watching it like a flock of hawks.

My uncertainty was building with everyday and every update. I have never been good at waiting for the other shoe to drop. My anxiety and perhaps need for control cannot handle it. I like to know. Once I can make a decision and attack it, I feel comfortable. But limbo is not a place I like to be. Everyone else seemed to have an easier time going with the flow. Just relax and enjoy ourselves until we get news that we need to evacuate. I envy that in others. I truly do. I had a hard time fully immersing in the moment the last couple days. We were checking perimeter maps and articles, Twitter posts and updates every couple hours. Once we were under alert and the winds were unrelenting I knew it was only a matter of time. I felt it in my gut. My anxiety would run away with itself every once in a while, visualizing flames coming over the hill and us abandoning all belongings to dramatically escape in the nick of time by speed boat. But then I would quickly bring myself back with reassurance and remember that the fire department would order our evacuation long before that situation was coming to life.

Our plan for the last few days of our trip were to slowly clean, pack up and ease into a Saturday departure. Truthfully, it took some convincing from my husband as I was feeling antsy to leave as the rumours of evacuation were swirling and the fire was creeping closer and closer by Thursday night. But ironically Friday morning the smoke that had shadowed almost our whole trip had completely disappeared. The sun was out, cumulus clouds were floating in stereotypical perfection as if plucked out of a Bob Ross painting. The wind was blowing and if you breathed deeply for a second you forgot that just a few kilometers away the meanest, most out-of-control fire in BC was tip-toeing closer and closer. Just as we got settled to soak up our last day of vacation, the evacuation order came in. We took an hour or so to pack up and we were out by 1 pm yesterday. Due to road closures, construction, two car accidents and general traffic, it took us about 9 hours to get home to Calgary.

It felt wonderful to wake up in our own bed this morning, but our minds are still thinking about what is going on the Okanagan. The whole of Vernon is now on alert. They fear embers from the fire could create new fires by jumping the lake. We saw a video showing parts of Westside road, the road we take to get to our place, ablaze in rampant flames. Our hearts are sinking a bit in pessimism that it might reach our doorstep. I can’t help but feel selfish, here worrying about a vacation home. There are those who are displaced, in an evacuation center, praying their homes don’t burn to the ground. And I feel for them. Wholeheartedly. I can’t imagine the torment and anxiety of such a situation. But also, the lake house on Beachwood Road is our little slice of paradise. It harbors countless family memories, photos, the kid’s heights on a hallway ruler, meals cooked over wine and laughter, projects started and finished, a safe haven during quarantine. Aaron’s dad has put endless blood, sweat and tears into getting the cottage just right for every family visit. Putting in stone patios, a brilliant deck built from scratch, his peach tree he desperately tries to save from the deer, bedroom renovations to accommodate the entire gaggle of us so everyone has a place to sleep. Our kids have gone out a number of times to help their Bumpa hammer nails, dig window wells, drywall and install shiplap for their Amma. I am sad to think all that will be lost and what it means moving forward. At the end of the day, there is insurance and all materials can be replaced and structures rebuilt. We are all safe and my fingers are crossed in hopes that the brave people fighting this fire start to get it under control. May our piece of heaven be spared, but most importantly mother nature run it’s course with forgiveness.

#wildfires #british columbia #white rock lake fire #okanagan #bc strong

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nckjcns · 6 years

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( ❛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ 𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 — gregg, joe, & ariana )

@ariianas @kecry

[going to post this as an intro bc chatzy deleted the whole middle section UNTIL joe came in. all u missed was a really sad ari finding him & calling joe. so yeah here enjoy bye.xx]

Gregg: it seemed like the shit was piling up & dealing with it was something gregg had no intention of doing anytime soon. in order to ignore it all ( plus the pesky little memories that were currently occupying his mind ) drugs were his new best friend. there wasn’t any filming that needed to be done today and barbara was god knows where- so the brit was alone in his LA apartment. bored & alone. that was the scary part, though. when you have nothing to do your memories creep up on you like a thief in the knight. you end up thinking more than usual & allowing your brain to just do it’s own thing. like a character off of breaking bad he poured the magical contents into the cooker & loaded his syringe with about 20 units of water. once the two were mixed together he watched the contents turn into something that reminded him of gasoline. the male loaded his needle and took a second to rethink his decisions. it didn’t help, though.“just a bit more..” he whispered to himself before injecting the needle into the nearest available vein. he had to switch arms daily or else his veins would collapse from overuse and make it more than noticeable how he had been torturing his body. there was a small sting when the needle first broke through his newly tanned skin & for a moment-- he felt total bliss. while he was so focused on the feeling he forgot to stop squeezing the syringe and the drug continued to snake its way through his body. he remembered, eventually, but when his body went weak & his eyes began to close; this all seemed like such a terrible idea. it was too late. he had no idea what was happening but it was all happening all too fast. as his body went warm and the room began to spin his only thought was; “junkies die. not me. i’m not a junkie. so this can’t be happening to me.” everything went black & the male laid back on his bed, needle still in his arm.

Joe: seeing gregg's name show up on his phone was the shock of his life. he knew that his /former/ best friend was going through something recently. joe knew what was going out, and despite his better judgement he didn't reach out to him. he figured his WIFE could handle it. the wounds the situation between ariana and gregg caused where healing. scaring over in fact. but seeing that name pop up on his phone made it feel like it was just /yesterday/ they spit those awful words at each other. he let it ring a bit longer before he reluctantly accepted the call, putting it to his ear. "uh......hello ?" the twenty six year old awkwardly answered. he tried to sound tough in case this wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation. but joe was an anxious fuck, his fingers were ALREADY trembling.

Ariana: ‘ fuck ’ she mouthed to gregg, her entire frame heating up in pure nerves. the last time ariana heard joe’s voice was the day that ended it all, which sent an unsettling pain to the pit of her stomach. “hey, it’s ari,” she started, “don’t hang up.” the decision to spit out the truth was far from easy since this would be the /second time/ she delivered news about her husband, which would have ultimately proved joe right. with that aside, ariana took a moment to deeply inhale and exhale before mustering up enough courage to speak. “to make a very long, fucked up story short ───” she swallowed, not knowing how he was going to react, “gregg had an accident and ... you’re the only person i know that could help. like, right now.” she was practically pleading for his assistance as she stood in place, crossed fingers in the hopes that the other male wouldn’t disappoint.

Joe: hearing ariana's voice was.... well, it was the last thing he expected. joe was absolutely awful with any type of confrontation, and for a woman he used to adore so much... he couldn't help but to harbor an intense dread whenever he thought of her. "uh----------," was the only thing he could get out when she insisted not to hang up. it was tempting, he couldn't lie. but when she said gregg had an accident, all bets were off and he quickly shot off "wait---what, what kind of accident ? is he okay ? are you okay ?"

Ariana: “i, uh, don’t know what you would consider ‘ potentially overdosing, ’” she sighed, speaking in a whispered tone, loud enough for only them two to hear. there was another inch of relief as he stood on the line with her, not blaming him if he just decided to hang up at the mention of her name. this wasn’t about her ( or so she kept convincing herself ), so she prayed that joe could finally look past that once he arrived. “i’m fine, but he’s pretty ... you know, banged up.” that was far from a lie since gregg’s appearance took a complete turn, compared to any other night they spent together.“look, can i expect you here within the hour, or what?”

Joe: "....do you know what he's using ?" joe is suddenly doing fifty things at once, flinging up off the bed, tossing his clothes and possessions into a suitcase. for now, none of the hurt feelings and harsh words mattered. he just had to get wherever gregg was at. "what do you mean an hour ? i thought you guys left bali ? you're going to need to be more specific with what's going on here, ariana.... please."

Ariana: with occasional glances over her shoulder, actually spitting out the next words required more work than she thought. “well, i walked in his room and there was a needle in his arm,” she spoke, growing completely numb with the situation, “and he would’ve choked on his vomit if i didn’t get here when i did.” she had no clue if gregg wanted joe to know the finer details, but one look at him and joe would’ve instantly pieced it together. her head tilted itself at an angle to his next sentence, which instantly caught her by surprise. “we did, and when the hell did you fly over there ? ─── you know what ? not important, just hurry.”

Joe: "okay. that's heroin," joe confirmed, instantly feeling sick. people DIED from heroin overdoses every day. "i----uh, is there any weird brown substances around ? if there is, flush it." the actor instructed, throwing his duffle bag over his shoulder. "like right before you guys left. but listen---i'll get the first flight i can. in the meantime, don't let him leave the room, ariana. even when he goes to the bathroom, you watch him."

Ariana: the reassurance in his voice about the substance sent goosebumps to her arm, wondering how she allowed it to get this far. so far that gregg looked past her, and focused on a near-death experience instead. all of her bottled up emotions were slowly eating up her core, and could you blame her ? for the moment, the mention of the bathroom strikes her attention, yet she’s too consumed in her own thoughts to acknowledge the boy’s former activities. “yeah, i- i’ll watch him. unblock my number.” with that, she hung up, lowering the phone from her ear. “he’s coming.”

Gregg: it had been a total of about 24 hours since gregg had his little incident. according to ariana they were waiting on joe ( for some reason ) and gregg went from sick, to kind of okay, to even more sick. his body was craving more of something he couldn’t have. ariana wouldn’t even let him out of her sight- he couldn’t shower alone, eat alone, let alone use the bathroom alone. it was exhausting. but what made it worse was that his body was beginning to feel like it was collapsing every hour that passed. gregg was spending his last few hours in bed, not wanting to be bothered at all. his current mood was overly irritated and he couldn’t stop shaking. this was the worst feeling in the world-- craving something he knew he couldn’t have. & his body beating him up for being free of it. “come on.. is this really what we’re gonna do? hold me in this room until what? i have shit to do.”

Ariana: from the moment that ariana stepped foot into gregg’s apartment, she had no idea what the past few hours would’ve entailed. the young starlet completed a huge transition since she first entered, the set of tasks that she had to accomplish took most of her energy hard of her. it was hard enough for her to sleep due to the nightmares, but a deep sleep meant she might’ve missed any plea for help from her husband. ariana was beginning to question joe’s arrival since hours passed without any form of communication, but stalling gregg had been her main concern. “shut up,” she deterred his motives, eliminating any thought of him moving from his own mind, “you did this to yourself, so now you’re going to sit in it. literally. there’s no shot in hell that you’re moving until you’re sober .... completely sober, greggory.” one palm brought itself to her face as she finished speaking, gently rocking herself back and forth. “don’t even think about it.”

Joe: he had friends who did hard drugs. charlie heaton, the most famous one. but joe had spent the entire flight reading up on his heroin withdrawal information, from detox, to what to feed him. he had became a walking, talking addiction counselor in a matter of hours. joe was nervous as fuck but this wasn't about him. gregg's life was at stake, here. reaching gregg's apartment door, he knocked, shifting his weight back and forth as he anxiously awaited an answer.

Ariana: thumbs fiddled with themselves as she sat in silence, continuing to chew on her inner cheek as she surveyed her surroundings. with gregg falling in and out of sleep, there wasn’t much to do other than wonder how she had gotten to this point. not only that, but how she allowed the other male to fall back on drugs opposed to her. she snapped out of her thoughts prior to a couple of knocks, the same knocks that sent her flying across the spacious walls to the door. ariana took a moment to compose herself, moving any strands of hair behind her ears before swinging the door open. “finally,,” she started, a small smile placed itself on her lips, “i honestly thought you were a no-show.” seeing joe was weird, of course, which must’ve been why the smile faded once she remembered why he came. “he’s upstairs, and i’d, uh ... walk on thin ice, honestly. he’s moody, and incredibly sassy.”

Joe: seeing ariana for the first time since everything.... that was intense. if this had been any normal situation, joe would be flubbing up every other word, a flustered mess. instead, he gave her a sad smile of acknowledgement, "come on. you know i couldn't abandon him like this." he took a step inside, setting his duffle bag on the floor, heading into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, for gregg. "that's because he wants to get high," joe replied with dismay, "i---uh, yeah... be up there." and with that, he trudged up the stairs, heart racing. he paused at the door, giving it a gentle knock to let gregg know someone was about to enter. then joe stepped in, door closing behind him. his heart broke at the sight before him, but he somehow remained stoic, "hey there, old buddy."

Gregg: gregg might as well had been twinkling his toes and saying his alphabet with how ariana could freely go downstairs while he sat up here like a nine year old on punishment. he knew what was coming-- a pity party was about to rain in on him in his bedroom. if it wasn’t joe at the door, it was barbara, and he had yet to figure out what was worse. being sober fucking sucked. all he could think about was his parents and all the dumb things he had gotten himself into in the past few months. joe walking in was like a scene out of a movie- no matter how fucked up he was he couldn’t deny that he missed him. “ah! the man of the hour!” the male raised his arms up and showcased a huge smile, his voice clearly sarcastic. but as soon as his arms went past his head he threw his upper body over the bed and vomited into the newly positioned bedside trashcan. his stomach contracting & causing him severe abdominal pain afterwards. “oh fuck me.” he groaned before tossing his head back.

Joe: gregg looked awful. and seeing that.... it really took a toll on joe. as a man who typically became lost in his emotions, he had no choice but to swallow it all and be the STRONG one for once. if he even had it in him. but he wanted to think that he /did/. before he could say anything in reply to gregg's sarcastic remark, he was already vomiting. joe rushed to his side, setting the glass of water on the nightstand. "well---good news is, looks like you're just puking up stomach acid at this point. bad news ? you're dehydrated. but i'm afraid if you drink that water, you're just gonna throw it up again. not good, right ? joe sat on the edge of the bed, tentatively because he didn't know what gregg would do next, "so where's the heroin ? you got anymore ?"

Gregg: there was no way gregg could even see the severity of the situation right now. he was way too deep in his shitty mood and the constant shivering and vomiting wasn’t making it any better. but the worst part of it all was that he wanted to sleep, but the concoction of everything he was going through wouldn’t allow his eyes to close for more than a second. yet, through all of this, he knew joe was his saving grace. “ok.... so... /doc/ do i drink water or do i sit here and fucking off myself.” at this point he was irritated, if they weren’t going to let him get high then this was going to be a shit show. the male placed his hand on joe’s shoulder and sighed. “no. i don’t. or i wouldn’t be dying right now. but look. ariana. she’s a bit of a.. worrisome kind of girl. but you. i can reason with you. tell her i’m fine, let me.. get more of my happy stuff and we can go on about our lives like this never happened.”

Ariana: all ariana could do was sit on the sidelines while they reunited, fully aware that she was main reason as to why they fell off in the first place. the thought of them rekindling their friendship was something she could look forward to, watching how familiar their mannerisms were for each other. “gregg,” she scolded him, arms crossed themselves across her chest, “behave.” she decided it was best to momentarily tune out of their conversation, she owed them that much. besides, it seemed to ariana like joe knew /exactly/ what would cure gregg, ultimately the goal for inviting him into another secret. regardless of gregg’s unpleasant reaction to his arrival, ariana was sure that she owed joe more than she could promise. only if he managed to fix gregg, of course. eyes peered on the their conversation, kind of content with the way things were playing out so far.

Joe: there were some things that joe felt confident with, but risking gregg's life ? it wasn't something he was willing test the odds with. "listen, i---" his gaze shifts between ariana and gregg, knowing full well she was the only rational one here. "okay. so here's what we're going to do. we're going to get a doctor here. make him sign a nondisclosure," he nodded, feeling like this was the best way to ensure gregg got the care he needed, "and buddy, if you let a doctor check you out, he's going to give you something to help you sleep. wouldn't that be nice ? sleep ?"

Gregg: the males brows furrowed in confusion as he shook his head to all the comments that were being made right now. “oh fuck no!” he exclaimed both at ariana telling him to behave and also at joe mentioning a doctor. “you hate me. i’m convinced. is this my karma? look, i watched thirteen reasons why. you can just shove some gatorade down my throat, i’ll curse you out for a bit and we’ll be fine.” rolling his eyes, he couldn’t stand the thought of a doctor. at least not one that was going to be invading his personal space and judging him on his recent decisions. “sleep is cool i guess..” he mumbled, at this point sounding like a teenage boy.

Ariana: “gregg, are you kidding me? this isn’t a fucking television show,” she snapped, genuinely concerned for his well-being. the fact that he would even allude to that in a situation like this told her everything that she needed to know. there was nothing she wished more than to keep gregg’s wishes about a doctor, but if that’s what it took for his recovery then ariana was willing to look past his desires. “exactly, and you’ll waking up feeling like the old gregg again.” she was desperately praying for this to work since it was the only option, any other choice would expose this rendezvous.

Joe: joe scoffed when gregg actually compared what he was going through to a television show. thankfully, ariana spoke for him, quite literally taking the words out of his mouth. "i'm not saying he's going to do anything crazy ! maybe give you an iv, some vitamins, hydrated. jesus, that's going to take a hell of a lot less time than going cold turkey. and--and," he began having to focus his thoughts, "doctors, they can't say shit anyways, right ? that's against the law. no one will even have to know this happened except the three of us."

Gregg: “that didn’t stop-” the male paused, refraining from relating this situation yet again, to a tv show. it took him a moment to really look around and notice his surroundings. ariana wasn’t letting him do what he wanted and putting her foot down for the first time. and out of all people joe was here. he was actually here. someone that gregg loved a lot more than he would admit came to help. so this had to be more serious than what gregg could see. “ok..” he let out a sigh before biting the inside of his lip. “call the damn doctor then.”

Ariana: ariana cocked her head to the side once he started, only to roll her eyes once he stopped himself from speaking. part of her wondered where this desire to be high came from, especially since there were other methods before heroine. cocaine, for instance, seemed to be amongst hollywood’s most elite stars. some fell from the addiction, but thankfully gregg wasn’t a beloved star who was gone before his time. and, to ariana’s surprise, would have joe to thank for gregg’s swayed decisions. “finally,” her arms fell to her sides, “he has some sense. welcome, we’ve missed you.”

Joe: "listen, if it makes you feel any better," he said, looking his best friend in the eye, "i'll be here the whole time. i promise. if you need someone to yell at, talk to, anything. i'm not fucking leaving this room until you're good." with a deep sigh, addressing the fact he truly /wanted/ to be here. he stood up, offering ariana a hesitant smile, flashes of his awkward self appearing as he jabbed his thumb toward the door, "i---um, i'll go make some calls and get someone here."

Gregg: all other factors aside, gregg really appreciated what everyone was doing for him. this wasn’t him, it never was. but he let the things he was going through attack him until he didn’t know what else to go to once alcohol stopped working. but it was finally time to face his fears and he was so blessed to have the two most influential people in his life to help with that. “thank you.” was all he could make out as he nodded at the both of them.

#WOOHOO HAPPY FAMILY #drug tw #( ❛ HEADSPACE. — writings / this time wont you save me )

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❧ lust and lattes - do kyungsoo

@akutagawahakuryuunosuke asked : Is your ask box is open? If it open can i request a Kyungsoos scenario? The plot is what if both of them happen to have a one night stand and never meet again till she come to his coffee shop, finding him making coffee while singing after that is up to you, thank you^^ hope my plot doesnt confuse u, u can add smut if u like hehehe thank you

again, my ask box is always open until i become too stocked up, so please, feel free to request! but this is a very nice scenario and i do love myself some coffee shop au’s, well, any kind of au’s. maybe i’ll post an au list that i can do

you had another one night stand, but this time you were sober enough to know what you were doing and who you were doing it with. he probably doesn’t remember, but you do. you two never saw each other again until came the morning you saw him singing while making some lattes.

WARNING : CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES

The alcohol was washing over you, along with the feeling of him wrapped around you. The way his lips planted on your skin, the way he moved gracefully, the way he loved you. That feeling didn’t last long, a feeling so strong like that never last that long.

The blissful night that made you feel special was long forgotten the next morning. He was gone, he wasn’t near you anymore. You lied in your bed, trying to remember what happened last but with more detail. The only thing that came to mind was his face you saw through the night, the name you were moaning, and the slight pain you had been left with.

“I knew it was too good to be true.” With that you left your room and into the bathroom, wiping up a bath and getting ready to soak yourself inside of it. Maybe a nice bath would calm you down a bit, and maybe some water will give your hangover a good punch.

It's been at least two weeks after that one night, your coworkers - mainly Kim Jongin, the dude who sat next to you in the office - kept teasing you about how you, the worker always caught up in her work and never has time for a social life, had a one night stand. The teasing didn't end until the next week, and now it was just Jongin constantly asked if you ever encountered him since that night.

You haven't yet, but you were positive the guy had slept with was behind that counter making your latte, singing into the cafe that only held the both of you.

The cafe had just opened a couple minutes ago, so that was why it was just the two of you at the moment. He hasn't noticed you yet, so you were wondering if he was completely drunk that night and forgot everything or he forgot over the two weeks you have been apart. But, you really didn't hope he forgot about what happened that night. It was the first night you had really enjoyed even if you were under the influence.

He continued to sing while making the latte, you felt like he was singing to you and only you. He kinda was, he was just aimlessly singing and you were the only one there. "You have a beautiful voice." You spoke out to him, making him almost spill your latte on the ground at the sudden sound of your voice.

"Thank you, you have a beautiful voice too-" He stopped talking, eyes wide at what he had just said to you. You caught onto his words, processing them into your mind. Was he talking about your talking voice or does he remember that night you two were caught up in each other? You didn't know and you didn't want to think of it, so you pushed the thought aside and looked down at your now fidgeting his hands.

"Sorry, word vomit." You nodded at him, still sitting at the table by yourself and waiting for him to call your name for the drink.

It was silent now, nothing but the sound of the coffee machines working and him singing a line or two from a song you couldn't make out. "You're latte is ready." He placed the drink on the counter for you, handing you a straw when you came to collect your drink. You thanked him for the drink and left the building.

"The dude who made your coffee got your name mixed up," Kim Jongin twirled the cup in his hands, looking at the writing the barista has written on your cup, "last time I checked your name was [Y/N] and not 'the girl who I met a couple nights ago', and I don't remember your name being a bunch of digits either." Your eyes widened and you grabbed the empty cup from his hands, looking at the writing.

'To the girl who I met a couple nights ago, call me.' Under the message was indeed his number, and you were freaked. He remembered you, he actually remembered you. "Oh my god, he remembers me." Placing the cup back onto your desktop, you picked up your phone and dialed the number - and hitting Jongin in the process because he was trying to steal your pens.

"Hello?" His deep voice spoke from the other side, which made you a bit nervous. “Uhm, hi, it’s the girl who you made the latte for this morning calling."

“Oh, hello.” His voice seemed a bit less serious, a small kick was added to his voice which made you smile a bit. “Hello.” You responded, feeling a bit more awkward then you were now that you were on the phone with him. And Jongin watching you, it just made you even more nervous.

"I'm glad you called." You smiled at his words, "Of course I would call, you put your phone number on my cup." At the corner of your eyes, you could see Jongin mocking your words and putting on a dreamy face. You wanted to scold him for doing that but you were interrupted by the chuckle that came from the other male over the phone.

"So, [Y/N], about that night," You froze. He wanted to talk about the night, you did too, but not at work, and with Jongin around, "I'm really sorry." Your mind searched for words to respond to him, not wanting to collect attention from Jongin or any of your other coworkers.

"No, it's okay, Kyungsoo." When you heard him say your name, you felt like you could finally call him by his name and not sound like a complete stalker. "You were probably just as shocked as I was." He seemed to notice your whisper because he quickly asked if you would like to call later.

"No, I was the one who called you, but I think we can call later since I'm still at work." He agreed, "Text me when you get off of work and we can call then." With that said, you ended the call and went back to work, well not before you pushed Jongin out of your office after he shouted '[Y/N]'s going on a date!'

You did text him after you got off work, wanting to talk to him straight away about the topic he had brought up earlier. It's not every day you come across the guy you had a one-night-stand with, so of course, you were gonna meet up with him and see if you could fix things up, or make them better.

‘Okay, do you want to meet up?’ Kyungsoo texted you, and you told him that you did. It’s best to talk face to face about these things anyway, and he had a really nice face too. He told you to meet him at the cafe you went to this morning. You texted him a quick ‘okay’ and started driving to that cafe.

By the time you were there, Kyungsoo was already seated at the table with a drink in his hand, and a drink - which you bet was a latte - that was placed across from him.

“A latte?” Kyungsoo’s eyes moved towards you, finishing up his gulp and giving you a wide smile. “The one you ordered this morning.” You took a seat, rubbing your hands and picking up the warm latte to take a drink.

“It tastes different.” He shrugged and crossed his arms, clearing his throat as you took another drink of your latte. You took one last gulp and let out a noise of satisfaction before nudging him to start talking.

“Right, so about that night, like I said, I am sorry. I really didn’t mean to leave you but you were probably drunk and would freak out when you saw me and I didn’t want you to think of m-”

“Kyungsoo, I wasn’t as drunk as you think.” You laughed, “I was still sober, I knew what was happening.” He let out a sigh and gave you a small smile. Your eyes drifted down at the lips that gave you all the teasing and marks. They were almost heart shaped, his lips were plump too. It must’ve been great kissing him.

“So, I thought why don’t we get to know each other? Maybe we could be friends.” You nodded your head straight after he finished, of course you wanted to be friends. Well, you wanted to be more then friends, but befriending him is the first step to a beautiful relationship, right?

1.4K WORDS wow this was kind of a pain in the ass to write, not in a bad way but bc my family left the day I was planning to finish it up and then yesterday I had to do all the christmas cleaning and then my mom turned off the wifi bc i back sassed her and then hfjandjahodiafghaioh. yeah, but here you go. love, chen

#do kyungsoo #exo scenarios #exo reactions #exo do #exo fanfiction

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