#it was 9:50am when i was told that

[luishies]

sweets* ˚ ✦ part 2

Genre: fluff Warning: kissing word count: —- authors note: this is my first fanfic so theres many mistakes or awkwardness..but hope u enjoy!<3 (Woonhaks POV most of the time~)

Summary:y/n is part time worker in a small convenience store near Woonhaks house. Woohak buys sweets everyday just so he can see her.

: ̗̀➛Part 1

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                                            I love sweets,but I love you more.

Messenger 9:37pm

 “Hey! This is woonhaks number right?” 

Woonhak

“Hey!! Yeah this is my number”

y/n

“Okii! I was just checking if its right hehe”

“Well have a good night <3~”

Woonhak

“Oh okok yeah have a good night too :)”

I felt my face heating up and my stomach had this funny feeling.She sent me a heart. I snapped out when I remembered my ramyun cooking.

Time check: 7:50am

Omg. I'm late! I was running to school with my hair still dripping.”Kim Woon Hak?” the teacher shouted.A loud bang from the door “I'M HERE SIR!” I shouted while trying to catch my breath. “I’ll let u go this time but next time i'll consider this as late mr.woonhak..” the teacher said while gesturing me to go to my seat “Yes sir! Thank you sir!” I said loudly, making some of my classmates laugh.The day went by so quickly. While i was walking home someone i remembered about y/n. I went back to the convenience store and I saw y/n fixing something on the shelves so I decided to scare her. I crept behind her and held her waist “BOO!” I said loudly but not shouting. I swear I saw her face go so pale but it became red. I was trying to think why till i realized our faces were just inches away from each other and that i was still holding her waist. I  felt my face get red and I backed away as fast as I could. “Oh..uhm.. Sorry about that haha..I just saw you so I decided to scare you..I didn't mean to be a creep by holding your waist or being so close! I swear! I'm so sorry!!” I was basically rapping. She just looked at me and started laughing “Woonhak it's okay! It actually helped me, i've been super sleepy and when u surprised me it woke me up, very much! Haha” she said while giving me the most heartwarming smile. I swear I could feel myself melt everytime she laughs,smiles or anything… “Are you gonna buy something? Or did you just go to see me?” she asked me “Maybe i'll buy something or maybe i did go here too see you.”   where am i getting this confidence omg.. I went to the candy aisle while y/n went to the cashier to help a customer. I bought the same sweets as yesterday. While she was scanning these she asked me “are these your favorite? You bought it also yesterday” i looked up too her while she was counting my change “Ya i like these sweets, I think i might even go here everyday for it.'' I said. “Are you sure it's the sweets that make you want to go here?” she said “or u want to go here everyday for me?” she said while laughing. “Why go here to see you when we can go out.”

“Huh?” she asked while her face was red. “I mean like we can just hang out.” “outside of your work u know?”. “My grangran owns a cafe just down the street. Wanna go there? I can wait for your shift to end "I said while rubbing my neck. “Oh.. um yeah! That would be nice.” “My shift is about to end anyways, I'll just fix something then we can go,” she said smiling. She said yes…omg is this a date? Or is it just a hang out?what if she's just saying yes because she doesn't want to seem rude…  I was waiting outside the store,pacing back and forth until she left the store wearing baggy jeans and a green hoodie. How can someone look so pretty in a simple outfit??  “So lead me mr.woonhak” she said in a jokingly way “ofc my princess y/n” i said while handing my hand out for her. We were holding hands on the way to the cafe. I swear I felt like I was gonna die at that moment. When we arrived a staff member told me that grangran went home. “Woonhak you've really matured huh, You already have a girlfriend” one of the staff members teased me. Y/n and I went to the counter and ordered some food and drinks. While we were eating she kept on talking about how much she loves (your interests and hobbies). I never saw someone so cute while talking about stuff.. I really wanted to hangout more with her but when i checked the time it was already 9:00pm. Omg..it's late, why is the time so fast?? “Oh shucks.. It's 9 already.” y/n said while looking at her phone. “I'll walk you home” i told her while packing my stuff “Oh no it's okay! I just live a few minutes away from here!” she said “i'll just walk with you till your gate.Its late, i won't let a girl walk alone at night” i told her “fine.. Thank you” she said with a smile on her face. While walking, she kept talking about the things that happen in the store. “Oh! There's my house you should go to, it's late, maybe your parents are looking for you.” she said “Oh..ok.. Well uhm thank you for today.” I said while walking backwards. “Y/n..can i tell you something before i go?” I asked quickly. “Hm? Of course you can”. “Well uhm..i've really liked you since i met you and i want to ask if you want to go out with me.” I said nervously while my eyes were closed. I don't want to see her face..I bet she's judging me or laughing. Until I felt someone get closer and kiss me on the cheek. “Of course, I thought this was a date actually haha” she said with a gorgeous smile. “omg..wait..AHHA im shocked wait..” I said while covering my face because it was so red “OMG I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU UNCOMFY I'M SO SORRY!” she said “NO NO IT'S OKAY HAHA IM JUST LIKE SHOCKED..” I said while trying to assure her it was okay. I felt my body take control again. Omg what is wrong with me. I cupped her face and lifted it up so she could look at me. And i..

Kissed her. 

I felt my entire world stop again. But I felt this entire weight just disappear from my chest when she kissed me back. "I love sweets but i love you more y/n."

(sorry that this kinda sucks..im like half asleep while writing this AHAH)

[ejunkiet]

voicemails: david shaw edition

i’m soft and I also love writing in this format. this is set halloween 2020.

redacted asmr: davey/angel. rated G for Goodness.

[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON THURSDAY OCTOBER 29TH AT 10:50AM]

Angel. It's David.

READ ON AO3

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[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON THURSDAY OCTOBER 29TH AT 10:50AM]

Angel. It’s David. The website said your flight is still scheduled to arrive on time, so you should be in the airport around now. I didn’t expect you to pick up.

Call me when you land.

[BEEP]

-

[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON THURSDAY OCTOBER 29TH AT 10:30PM]

Angel. It’s David. You’re still at the company dinner. Call me when you’re on your way back to the hotel. Chicago is a big city, and you shouldn’t walk, no matter how close the place is. Hire an Uber. You should be able to claim the expenses back at the end of your trip.

To answer your text from earlier… you don’t even need to ask, idiot. Of course I miss you.

Call me before you leave for the hotel.

[BEEP]

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[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 08:10AM]

Angel. It’s David. I’m assuming the fact that you’ve not picked up is because you’re at breakfast, not because you’ve slept through your alarm. We were up late last night, a lot later than I realised... and I’m feeling it this morning. You will be too.

Be extra careful today. Don’t overdose on caffeine. No matter what the scientists in that study said, drinking that much coffee will give you an aneurysm. Don’t be an idiot.

I’ll talk to you later.

[BEEP]

–

[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 6:10PM]

Angel. It’s David. The pack meeting just finished. Ash and his mate asked me to send along their regards… whatever that means. You better not be planning something. Insubordination is not viewed lightly within my pack. Whatever you have planned…. Don’t.

I’m sure you will text me professing your innocence, but I know you. You’re a menace.

Call me when you’re heading back to the hotel.

[BEEP]

–

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 11:51PM]

YOU LITTLE SHIT

[THREE MISSED CALLS FROM: DAVEY (BIG MAD)]

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 11:55PM]

PICK UP.

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 11:56PM]

ANGEL.

–

[CALLER: DAVEY (BIG MAD). MESSAGE LEFT ON SATURDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 00:01AM]

Stop avoiding my calls. I know it was you, you little shit.

I don’t know how you managed it, or exactly how many other members of my pack you roped into this little plan of yours - but it’s not going to work.

There will be no trick or treaters visiting the house this year. I will figure out how to uninstall those lights you put up, and take down all the halloween decorations that miraculously appeared on our lawn in the middle of the night.

[low muttering] Did you get Milo’s mate involved in this? I couldn’t sense any auras-

It doesn’t matter. It’s not going to happen. Turn off those lights right now before you disturb the neighbours.

You don’t have to call me back. Just turn those lights off.

And go to sleep. You have a big day tomorrow.

[BEEP]

–

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 00:10AM]

THANK YOU.

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 00:11AM]

GET SOME SLEEP.

–

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 9:05AM]

GOOD LUCK TODAY ANGEL. I LOVE YOU. EVEN WHEN YOU’RE ACTING LIKE A LITTLE SHIT. CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE FREE.

–

[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 4:30PM]

IMAGE ATTACHMENT FROM ASHER (BIG GOOF)

GOT A SNAP OF THE BIG GUY HANDING OUT CANDY. TOLD YOU HE’D HAVE FUN.

GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR PRESENTATION. YOU’RE GONNA KILL IT, ROCKSTAR.

–

[CALLER: DAVEY (BIG SOFTIE). MESSAGE LEFT ON SATURDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 9:30PM]

Angel. It’s David. The expo should be finishing right about now, time zones and all. I’m sure it went well. The practice presentations you gave me were excellent. You’re good at articulating yourself and your ideas. Never doubt your abilities.

Asher and his mate just left. You’re still a menace, and we will be talking about this when you get back… But despite my reservations about tonight, it went well.

It was good to see them both. It’s been too long since we’ve hung out like this.

That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. But it was a good idea.

Now that you’ve finished your big presentation, I expect you to come home to me. Stay safe, Don’t let your relief make you careless. It’s still a big city, bigger than Dahlia. Stick with the group, and call me when you’re on your way back to the hotel.

I’m proud of you, Angel. I’m looking forward to welcoming you home.

[BEEP]

[pens-and-gems]

The Wish Chapter 1 Preview

Hey everyone, this post is a preview to my upcoming story titled The Wish. Kinda inspired by my own life, it's about a high schooler, stressed out with her family and school both, wishes that she never existed. Unfortuntately, the wish comes true and now, she must not only get her life back, but also learn to appreciate the small stuff.

Anyways, here's a preview for Chapter !~ Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Scheduling

Thursday, 7:00AM:

7:20AM-Have Breakfast with Family

7:30AM-Board School Bus

7:50AM-Chew Mint-Flavored Sugar Free Gum to Prevent Bad Breath

7:55AM-Get to First Period, Start School

8:00AM-2:50PM-Start School

3:00PM-Fencing Practice

4:00PM-Board Bus to Take Me Home

4:30-6:30PM-Study for AP Chemistry Test

6:35PM-Dinner at the Pretensions'

7:00PM-Get Wilbur to Bed

7:30PM-8:30PM-Finish Book Report on Fahrenheit 451

8:35PM-Get Ready for Bed

8:45PM-Watch Netflix until 9

9:00PM-Bed time!

Extra Notes:

*Pre-Calculus Test Tomorrow

*Spanish 3 Honors Project Due Next Friday

*History Oral Report on WWII Next Monday.

*Fencing Tournament Saturday at 1PM-4PM

"There, my schedule for tomorrow is complete." I said in relief as I sat in my desk in my room on  a Wednesday Night, waiting for the day to completely end, so I can finally start a new one. My school counselor suggested  to me that I should start scheduling my tasks, so I can balance both my school and home life since I tend to be really busy with classes, fencing, and babysitting. Basically, the typical responsibilities almost every seventeen-year-old would have when they're almost done with high school.The truth is, I didn't always like doing these tasks. In fact, I only do them so I can prove myself to them. Them as in my folks; also known as my parents.

You see, my parents are very busy when it comes to their jobs. My mother, Barbara works late as a nurse while my father, Jonathan is a graveyard worker at the hotel downtown. So my siblings and I don't tend to see them often; especially my younger ones: Harold, Bethany or "Betty" as she preferred, and Wilbur. Futhermore, my two older siblings, Wendy and Steven, who are college students, are usually the ones in charge; despite their busy hours of studying. I guess they got use to it so much that they even began to act like Mom and Dad themselves. My oldest sister, Wendy at twenty-three last week had me clean the kitchen from head to toe and whenever I missed a pot or did something wrong, she would snap at me and tell me to do it again. In fact, she would complain about how "that's not how Mom would want it done!" I can still hear her obnoxious shriek in my ears.

Just as I was about to shut off the light and hit the hay, a knock was heard. I groaned to myself and told them to come in.

"Hello baby sister," Wendy greeted me in the most fake loving tone ever.

"Even the deadliest of all killers could fake that." She ignored my sarcasm.

"I know you don't like being bothered, especially this late at night," she continuned.

"It's only two hours and fifty three minutes until midnight, but talk." Wendy rolled her eyes at my deadpan remark. "Anyways, there's been a state of emergency at the hospital tonight. Mom's gonna be busy for the next two nights, and Dad's most likely gonna sleep in. So be prepared, sis. You might have to set up to watch the little ones longer than expected."

"WHAT?!" I began to freak out and flip through my agenda. "But that totally messes up my schedule!" I tried to show her.

UPDATE: 1/11/24

Fixed and edited some mistakes that a friend from Discord helped me out with.

[banannabethchase]

1 E Seth/Eddie

Wrong Number

Dialogue 1: “Who thinks like that?!”. Scenario E: Texted something sensitive to the wrong number. I took this in a Weird Direction I hope you like it!

~

[6:14am]

I want you so bad baby. It's been too long. Gonna fuck you so good when I get home, you'll feel me for weeks. Taking off now I'll see you soon.

Mox blinks at the message. Then blinks again. And blinks a third time. He's probably not still asleep, with the way his eyes burn at the bright screen.

"Yoots," he says, shaking Yuta's shoulder. "Babe, wake up. Eddie's being weird."

"Eddie's always being weird," Yuta mumbles. "Let me sleep."

"No, it's super weird this time," Mox says. He knees Yuta in the back.

"Ow! What the fuck?!"

"It's the only thing that wakes you up when you're being a bitch," Mox says. "Here. Look," He shoves the phone in Yuta's face.

Squinting, Yuta reads the message. Frowns. Reads the message again. "Mox, what the fuck?"

"That's what I was thinking," Mox says. He flops back onto the bed.

"Are you two, like, back together again or something?" Yuta turns over, and Mox has to fight the urge to kiss the crease between his eyebrows.

"No, that's why it's weird," Mox says. He pulls Yuta into him. "I don't know why he sent me that."

Yuta curls into Mox. "I'm going back to sleep." Mox relaxes with the way Yuta nuzzles his face into Mox's neck. "Deal with you later."

"Ooh," Mox says. "That sounds promising."

"Shut up."

~

Eddie's phone is ringing in the middle of the airport. He yawns, but hustles his way to the ride share area. "Hey!" he says. "You didn't respond to my last text, baby, what's the deal?"

"You didn't text me when you took off," Seth says on the other line. Eddie can practically hear the pout in his voice. "You always text me when you take off."

Eddie frowns. "I did text you. Told you what I want to do to you when I get home." A lady next to him glares at him. He flips her off.

"You didn't!" Seth says. "I had to look up your flight to make sure you didn't die on takeoff."

"Dramatic," Eddie mumbles. "Okay, I will show you what..." He trails off as he checks his phone. "Oh, fuck."

"What?"

"I, uh. I sent the text to Mox."

Seth is quiet for a second. "What text?"

"The one I meant to send you."

Seth cackles on the other line. "Oh, I gotta see that when you get here. I'll be naked for you."

"Good," Eddie says. "I need to do some serious damage control."

"Yeah, you do."

"This time I'm not talking about your ass, Sethy."

[9:45am]

IGNORE THAT LAST TEXT

[9:50am]

too late already showed Yoots he got a little jealous

[9:53am]

So you got plowed out of your mind. Of course.

[9:57am]

oh yeah :) :) :)

[planetarybound]

Me tripping in the chat today from 9:45-12:30:

______ asked if I was doing anything today and I said no, so he asked if I was up for doing the mushrooms today, and I said yes. So I just ate a gram of mushrooms for the first time. 😬 9:45. 9:50AM

*Erowid mushroom effects screenshots*

I feel really tense and anxious… Kinda jittery… Scared, lol… Extra smiley though. 10:20AM My legs feel weird and it seems like time is passing soooooooo slooooowlyyyyyy……. Idk it's just changing all the time… More anxiety… Feeling cold… I grabbed a blanket and covered up in it… Listening to some upbeat music… I see like the rainbow tunneling pattern when I close my eyes… 10:32AM Seeing some really profound closed-eye visuals now. 😌 I could get anxious worrying about later, how the TV with commercials would affect everything, but nah… My stomach has a little bit of discomfort that I wish would go away… 10:42AM indescribable feeling adding nicotine 😶 10:56AM The wire to my earbuds from my laptop got caught in the blanket and the thing came unplugged and shut off… I need to try and fix that sometime… 11:03AM Indescribably beautiful concentric rings rotating in a space of every color imaginable Of course it's helpful to me to be able to share it with you. 😌 11:16AM 🙂 11:23AM Wells of dark hued rainbow lights I can't really explain… I could if you were here and I could just say what's there but having to open my eyes and focus on a screen is impossible. 😛 11:27AM Hmm. 🤔 11:29AM So I was listening to this song…

Idk. 😛 The visuals and the music were trying to show like the formations of human societies building out of the human intellect and how all of the superstructures of the world are all humanity trying it's best every single day… Like out of the colors I saw hierarchies of different groups of people forming and building into mountains… And it all just felt like it's all divinely blessed and perfect… 11:38AM Sunshine feels good. 😌 11:39AM ______ said the song was boring for him. Lol. 😆 Hmm. 🤔 The sunshine and fresh air feel so good… 11:45AM I don't have any open eye vidual distortions. 😌 11:49AM Yeah nice and easy. 😌

The clouds can turn a neon green but I can make them white again. 😌 11:56AM They're clearly white on the computer screen though. 🤨😝 11:59AM Thank you for being so positive and helping me this morning. 😌 12:10PM I just straight up told _______ that me and _______ took a gram of mushrooms. 😛 She said that it's bad and a hallucinogenic… I said no it's really good and everything's fine I sarcastically said yeah, it's so bad to just lay here feeling connected to the universe and have amazing visualisations. That the sunshine and fresh air feel great. Asked her if I sound out of my mind and she said no. 😛 12:19PM Idk, I just feel like looking at the clouds. 😌 And feeling the sun. 😌 Watching how the air pushes the clouds around. 😌 I must look weird as hell just staring at the clouds though. 😛 12:30PM

[prettylittlelyres]

Ladies Don't Write Music - update, 1st November 2023

I woke up at 6:30am today, excited to write something for my NaNoWriMo project before work. When did I last get excited to write this early in the morning? I'm not sure, but I made myself a cup of coffee, sat down at my laptop, and spent about an hour writing.

Between 6:50am and 7:55am, I wrote 1,821 words for the first "Violins and Violets" book! It's a WIP I've had since 31st July, but I haven't been progressing with it as quickly as I've wanted to, so I've decided to finish it off this month. If I get it done before 30th November, I'll use the rest of NaNoWriMo to start the second in the series.

I'm so enjoying writing this story, and getting to know Katharina and her life in Salzburg before she (spoiler alert) runs away to Prague.

Here's a celebratory excerpt!

“Peter rather took a shine to you when you met him and Rupert the other evening," Elisabeth said, "Yes, he’s very interested in you.” My heart thudded. “Is he coming to the party tonight?” What if I had to dance with him? What if the first gentleman who’d taken “a shine” to me found out how bad I was at dancing, and told everyone. And what if he laughed at me? While I wasn’t sure if I’d taken as much interest in Peter as he’d apparently taken in me - especially now - I’d certainly enjoyed that evening with him, Elisabeth and Rupert. Would there be another one if he found out how clumsy my feet were? I doubted it. Elisabeth shook her head sadly. “He and Rupert are at some devastatingly boring school event,” she said, “It’s something to do with Rupert’s studies. Peter’s just been dragged along because you have to take your younger brother to these things, apparently.” Perhaps she saw my shoulders slump. “Oh, dear, you really do like him, don’t you?” Elisabeth hid a giggle behind her hand. “Oh, poor Käthe! And poor Peter!” I froze. Went to say, “No, I don’t,” and then realised how mean that would sound. But something in Elisabeth’s reaction made me worried that she might tell Peter I liked him - in the way she clearly thought I did - and I wasn’t ready for that. “Don’t tell him!” I exclaimed. “Oh, no, I certainly won’t,” she said, squeezing my hand, “I promise. Oh, but, Käthe, wouldn’t it be nice to have a sister?” “A sister?” “Me!” she said, “If you marry Peter, we’ll be sisters, at least in law. Which would make you the sister of a Countess, if Bruno von Clary-Aldringen and I…” My eyebrows leapt. “Isn’t that a bit sudden? I tell you I like velvet, you say Peter has a velvet jacket, you say he likes me, and all of a sudden we’re getting married?”

Now it's time for me to do the rest of my day. I've never tried to fit NaNoWriMo around a 9-5 job before - the last time I did it, I was at university, and had a much more flexible schedule.

[floralbfs]

if i was a celebrity nobody wld want me on interviews bc if they asked me abt things i like or i was having a good speech(?) day i wld never stop talking and eat up the whole interview time and they wld probably have to cut like 90% of the raw filmed product

[1-800-marvelswhore]

Ot7 x Y/n Scenario: Crack Chat pt.2

Chat Warnings: Futile attempt at humor(?), BTS being weirdos (some more than others), Namjoon has had enough(What else is new?), A shit ton of movie references ;), Strong language!

You: What's been popping hopping?? (sent 00:04am)

Hobi: ?? (sent 00:06am)

Kook: I am confusion... (sent 00:08am)

Joon: Nothing is new. Except my newfound adoration for the multiverse :) (sent 00:10am)

Jinnie: You've got to stop watching so much Marvel. It's making you lose your marbles.. (sent 00:12am)

Yoongles: The real question is why are all of you texting this shit at 12 in the goddamn morning. Did we all not say our goodbyes and goodnights like 10 mins ago?? (sent 00:14am)

You: We did, but I missed you guys :( My apartment is lonely while you guys aren't here and it's making me sad.. (sent 00:16am)

Jiminie: Y/n you know all you have to do is text or call and we'll be there.. No reason to be sad :( (sent 00:18am)

Tae: Yeah because 9 times out of 10 I'm as bored as you are when watching Brokeback Mountain. Which is still blasphemous to me by the way. (sent 00:20am)

You: That movie gets relatively more boring the more you watch it.. It's overwatched. (sent 00:22am)

Jinnie: Yet you've watched Rose let go of Jack about 2000 times and still cry every damn time you watch that movie. (sent 00:14am)

Joon: I'll never get over the fact that Iron Man is dead... In my mind he's still alive... (sent 00:16am)

Kook: WHAT?!! Iron Man is dead?? (sent 00:18am)

Hobi: Kook where the fuck have you been since 2019. He died almost 3 years ago now... (sent 00:20am)

Yoongles: We knew this guy's life is quite literally his his videogames he doesn't even care for cinematic experiences. (sent 00:22am)

Jinnie: Factual. (sent 00:24am)

Kook: I- my feelings are hurt :( (sent 00:26am)

Joon: You get hurt, hurt em back you get killed? Walk it off. (sent 00:28am)

Jiminie: Definitely one of the best Captain America quotes. (sent 00:30am)

You: Taehyung I want you to paint me like one of your French girls. (sent 00:32am)

Tae: WHAAT??! That oughta start something you can't finish and we both know it. (sent 00:34am)

Jinnie: Don't get all giddy yet Tae, she's quoting Rose Dewitt Bukater rn (sent 00:36am)

Tae: Kill my vibe, why don't you? Not like my happiness matters at all to you. (sent 00:38am)

Hobi: That is precisely why he told you. You get too excited about such things. (sent 00:40am)

You: OKAY... maybe I was quoting Rose Dewitt Bukater, but I do intend to have a nude painting of myself made within the next 10 business days. (sent 00:42am)

Kook: Well, give me a paintbrush and call me Van Gogh xD (sent 00:44am)

Jiminie: So do you have an anger problem? (sent 00:46am)

You: Damn right I have an anger problem (sent 00:48am)

Joon: Do you think you're entitled to said anger? (sent 00:50am)

You: That's like asking me if I'm entitled to being hungry.. (sent 00:52am)

Kook: I understood that reference (sent 00:52am)

Yoongles: W movie. Taraji P. Henson can act her ass off!! (sent 00:54am)

Jinnie: That was Acrimony right?? (sent 00:56am)

You: Nah it was "What Men Want" Seokjin. (sent 00:58am)

Jinnie: Jeez, no need for the sarcasm dudette. I was just making sure. (sent 01:00am)

Tae: Now you know how I feel. I didn't even know you guys were quoting a movie. (sent 01:02am)

Kook: HAHA! You were lost like I was when everyone was talking about Encanto. Which indeed is one of the best movies ever! (sent 01:04am)

You: At your big age you haven't seen Acrimony @ Tae (sent 01:06am)

Tae: I'm only 26! What gives??! (sent 01:08am)

Yoongles: What gives is you've had almost 4 years to watch that movie... Kook's seen it and he's younger than you. You should be ashamed of yourself. (sent 01:10am)

Hobi: Yoongi, I've got to say your newfound appreciation for cinema is definitely a breath of fresh air if I do say so myself. (sent 01:12am)

Jiminie: Agreed. It's good to see you expanding your horizons. (sent 01:14am)

Yoongles: It's Y/n's pussy juice I promise!! (sent 01:16am)

You: WHAt in the FUCk did you just say?!!! (sent 01:18am)

Joon: Be in a poly relationship they said, it'll be fun they said... (sent 01:20am)

Kook: LOL!! Yoongi you not lying there hyung. xD (sent 01:22am)

Tae: Y/n I just want to say I have the utmost respect for you and I'll never talk about you in such a derogatory way. (sent 01:24am)

You: Thank you Taehyung. (sent 01:26am)

Joon: Once in a lifetime means there's no second chance - Troy Bolton, High School Musical 2, "Everyday" (sent 01:28am)

Jinnie: Joon how in this universe was that even remotely necessary???? (sent 01:30am)

Hobi: JEON JUNGKOOK!!!!! (sent 01:32am)

Kook: Oy vey, what now ?! (sent 01:34am)

Hobi: Now I'm all for embarrassing the shit out of any of you guys, but I feel you will NEVER live this down if I shall expose this shit!! (sent 01:36am)

Jinnie: Spill. (sent 01:38am)

Yoongles: Spill. (sent 01:38am)

Joon: Oh no. (01:40am)

Jiminie: Spill. (sent 01:40am)

Tae: Spill. (sent 01:42am)

You: Spill. (sent 01:42am)

Kook: I'm shameless so I really don't care.(sent 01:44am)

Hobi: Oh? (sent 01:46am)

Hobi: Wanna explain to Y/n & everyone else why you have 5 pairs of Y/n's underwear in your sock drawer?? (sent 01:46am)

Joon: OH FUCK (sent 01:48)

Jinnie: MY FUCKING (sent 01:50am)

Yoongles: FUCKING FUCK (sent 01:52am)

Jiminie: FUCKITY (sent 01:54am)

Tae: FUCKING (sent 01:56am)

You: fuck. (sent 01:58am)

*Kook has left "7 men and 1 woman"*

Hobi: Anyway. (sent 02:00am)

Joon: Is there an out of this relationship? (sent 02:02am)

Jinnie: Well then. (sent 02:04am)

Yoongles: I am sleep. (sent 02:06am)

Tae: Sheesh. (sent 02:08am)

Jiminie: The sky is quite the sight. (sent 02:10am)

You: I'll be taking my leave. (sent 02:12am)

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 5/?

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your name, A/N - Any name ( your best friend’s name)

Part 5! This is going well, I think, I hope you like it :) 

So last night, I finished two parts to this series, and guess what? Turns out when Tumblr glitches you have no rights and suddenly all your work is gone! If you need me, I’ll be crying in my writer’s corner

Warnings: Swearing, Trauma, Family Issues, Left on a cliffhanger lol :) sue me, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Down girl, you’ve been on two dates, did he even open up to you fully? A/N texted back to Y/N, who took a quick break to the bathroom to compose herself and fix her hair after Jason, the man she was casually seeing, opened up to her about his father and his father’s criminal record as well as his mother and his mother’s passing.

Yes he opened up to me! But we’ve been spending all day flirting and I told him about how my father is an immigrant and how I tell everyone I am legally a bastard, and I just don’t know, is it too soon to say I like him?

Go get him, Girl. Go get him.

In the other room, Jason was hastily texting his brother Dick, who has been in a relationship with Barbara for a while now, and is deeply committed to her. So, he needed advice.

How did I know when to kiss Barbara? Do you want to kiss Y/N? Dick asked back to Jason.

Yes I want to kiss her you idiot, but when do I do it? We’ve only been on two dates.

Why don’t you take her to a fancy restaurant out of the city where you aren’t being watched constantly and she isn’t flipping off the paparazzi, and then do it? Also, Bruce thinks her flipping off the pap twice is very funny, shockingly.

As soon as he received that text, she walked back out of the bathroom, this time, letting her hair down out of the bun it is usually in.

“You look nice with your hair down, Y/N.”

“You think so? I usually have it down when I don’t have classes.”

“I do think so.”

“Well, thank you, Jason,” she purred, sitting back down in her chair, opposite him.

“Bruce saw your shenanigans with the pap, he apparently thinks it’s funny.”

“Your family is checking in on you? Can’t they trust me?” she said, in a completely sarcastic tone.

“Well, I was just bragging about how lovely I find you.”

“Kind of you to do so, Jason,” she placed her hands on his and had to lift herself up slightly to lean into him, not to kiss him or anything, but to be closer to him. 

“Your love language is physical attention,” he smirked at her, “I can tell by how you grab me, Y/N.”

“Don’t psych me out now, we’re having fun!” she whisper-yelled at him.”

“I do it when I’m nervous,” he assured.

“What’s there to be nervous of?” she asked.

“The pretty girl leaning into my face making moves on me?”

“You want me to stop?”

“No,” he grinned, “no chance I want you to stop.”

And then his phone rang. He picked it up to hear a very panicked Bruce on the other end,

“Jason, here, now.”

“Okay, okay.”

He hung up and grabbed her hands and leant in, like he was going to kiss her, but only rest his forehead against hers,

“This has been lovely, really, but that was Bruce and he needs me, I’m sorry,” he whispered down to her.

“I understand, we can always go on more dates.”

“I hope we do, see you later, Y/N.”

“See you, Jason.”

And he left. But there was something about the furniture in the house after he left, it smelled like him. Not in a weird way where she was obsessed with it, but she associated the smell with the feeling of riding through the city and the back roads like no one was watching, the feeling of being free, the feeling of being unstoppable.

And that, that was the beauty of the chase, the beauty of what she wanted, to be free, gone from her parents, gone from her twin sister, free.

But, she went to bed that night without even going to her car to pick up her notes. She did have class tomorrow, but it wasn’t criminal psych. It was regular psych. Which she wasn’t stoked for, that’s for damn sure.

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Waking up, she opened her phone at around 5am to see a text from Jason,

You know, I always wanted to try some restaurants in Metropolis, I know you don’t like it, but I know the press doesn’t follow me there. What do you say? (Yes I know it’s 3am I’ll tell you all about what happened and why I’m awake so late later lol)

She thought about it, scared that her parents would see her walking around with this guy they didn’t know. Fuck it, she thought, I only live once.

Jason, I would love to. And I hope that story is a good one.

He almost immediately shot back, Mornin’ and yeah, it is. Do you have class today? I can come get you from your’s and pick you up from class if you need it, I swear you won’t have to ride the motorbike in your home city.

I do have class, and you don’t have to but my class is at 3pm again if you’re willing.

Meet up at 12 and talk for a while? Might be fun. 

My roommate will be here, though.

Well, you already inadvertedly met my best friend, remember the baker? His name’s Will Harper. I called in a quick favor to impress you and he’s a sucker for a good romance story.

Well, he seemed nice, and yeah, if you want to meet my roommate you can come over, Jason.

You can call me Jay if you want to, Y/N.

I gotta shower now, Jason, but I figured nick names would come out in time.

She put down her phone and went to shower.

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“Mornin’ A/N.”

“Y/N,”, she greeted happily, “the coffee’s already brewed by the way.”

“God I love you,” she blurted out.

“Yeah yeah, tell me the drama, did you guys have sex?”

“No, but he’s coming over today to meet you slash talk to me before taking me to class and then driving himself and I to Metropolis for dinner.”

“Escaping the cameras to go to the city that has your parents?” A/N questioned, seeming concerned.

“I know, I know, but I only live once and I doubt we’ll see them. If we do, I might just call him my boyfriend to get it over with. Have to talk to him about that though.”

“Honestly, have you told him how insane your parents are?”

“That’s what I’m planning on doing today, A/N.”

“Don’t scare him off, Y/N.”

Y/N scoffed and she went to go get her notes from last night, it was around 11:50am, so she knew that Jason would be here any minute, but she needed to get those notes into her room, she was right about Jason when he pulled down the street in a Porsche. Pulling into her driveway, Y/N waved at Jason while finishing to pull out her books from her beat up car. Quite the difference from the Porsche and her car, but she only noticed it for a few seconds before both doors slammed, in sync.

“Well, that was timed perfectly,” she said to Jason when he met up with her at her car.

“Wow, we’re magicians,” he joked, “Do you need help?” he asked.

“No, no, I can handle it myself, thank you.”

“Well, it doesn’t kill me to ask, you’re going to need help with that door though,” he mused.

“Oh no, you underestimate me, I can open doors with my hips, and I think I didn’t shut the door the whole way so I could do this easier,” she laughed and began to lead him up the driveway, like she had done last night before he ran off with Bruce.

“Thinking ahead?”

“Something I clearly didn’t do when saying we could go to Metropolis, I’ll admit.”

“What do you mean?”

“We have time to talk about it later, Jay, are you however, ready to meet my roommate?”

“No, but you only live once, Y/N.”

“You won’t die, I promise,” she said as she nudged the door open with her hip and greeted A/N, “Hey girl! This is Jason, entertain him while I file notes, maybe, I swear I’ll speed run it.”

“Entertain him? Are you serious? He’s your guest!” she joked.

“Hey thanks man really appreciate it,” Y/N joked before hastily walking towards her bedroom, this was obviously a song and dance they had done with A/N’s lover, so Y/N shot it back at A/N.

“Jason.”

“A/N, right?”

“Yes, sir, how are you today?”

“I’m good, was that a fight?” he questioned.

“No, don’t worry, it’s just the way I acted when I first brought my partner, person, thing, over. She’s just being spiteful. Trust me, if it was a fight, there’d be a lot more of a screaming match.”

“Well, that’s reassuring, I think.”

“So, Jason, do you like her?” she asked.

“We’ve been on back-to-back dates since Sunday, A/N,” he paused, “I really do.”

“Well, it is not like I am going to sit here and be like ‘Oh you can’t date her!’ and feign being upset about this, I mean it’s been 2 dates and you’re going on a third, if that’s not leading towards seriousness, I don’t know what is,” she assured him. He seemed to like this.

“How much has she told you? My secrets or anything?”

“God no, you’ll tell me those with time when we’re friends.”

“Well, I hope you’re a good friend to Y/N and myself, in the future, then.”

“The future is just around the corner. Don’t let Y/N escape you. She’s a catch,” she finished as Y/N reentered the room,

“Did you two have fun?” Y/N asked.

“I think we did,” Jason said.

“We did,” A/N assured, “you two can go to her room now, I’ll be fine.”

“I wasn’t worried you weren’t going to be, you always are.” Y/N said to A/N before grabbing Jason’s hand and taking him to her room. He hadn’t been in her room yet.

It was kind of a mess, I mean it wasn’t like they had a maid and they’re both broke college/university students. Notes were strewn across her desk, but that was expected with such a high-study class, the one they met in.

“You clearly like the colour red,” Jason said, pointing to the obvious red feature wall, grinning.

“Well, I told my sister to design my room last time she was over and she picked it based off of the criteria I gave her, she’s going to be an interior designer, and red was one of the colours I gave her,” Y/N said with a sigh, “That’s kind of the thing we need to talk about, my family,” she sighed again, “They are, special, to say the least.”

“Well, so is mine.”

“Yeah but,” she sat on her bed and he joined her, “My family is quite, how do you say it, Christian? They’re very hard to impress and if they see me running around the city with you they might expect you to be my boyfriend, not the guy I’ve known for 3 days and went on back-to-back dates with,” she rambled, “ Not that they wont like you! They’re just traditional, and I’m not and it drives a slight wedge between us,” she paused to look at him, “This is just a really long-winded warning about only a chance to meet them,” she finished.

“Well, that doesn’t scare me. You would understand why if you knew the Waynes, not that they’re traditional, they too, are just hard to impress,” he assured.

“Probably shouldn’t have flipped off the paparazzi then, honestly.”

“No, Bruce found that funny. And about last night, my brother, Damien, he’s the youngest Wayne and one of the only not-adopted ones, being 3 not adopted ones,” he paused, “Anyway, he broke his leg playing office chair racing in the Manor, and I needed to go to Bruce to get yelled at for bringing up the idea,” he laughed, “Bruce then told me after that if he was invited I wouldn’t have been yelled at,” he paused, “That was fun.”

“So, very posh and pristine family, and one of you broke your leg roughhousing in a very expensive Manor?”

“Only in Wayne Manor would that be a sentence.”

“Seems like you have your hands tied with your family,” she joked.

“I wouldn’t if the idiots stopped hurting themselves playing games when I’m on dates,” he retorted and laughed with Y/N.

It seemed crazy that these two would meet, since so many factors played into it, but she swore God saw the potential for this to happen and said, This, this deserves a shot to shine. And she was grateful. She didn’t exactly believe in God, but if God sent her this boy, she might change her mind on going to church with her parents when they invite her.

And that’s the beauty in the mystery, the beauty in the ‘Positive’ they claimed after not knowing what to do next but still powering through to go on dates, and they had gone on enough dates and spent at least 1 third of the last 3 days with each other. That was impressive. That was a good sign and they both knew it.

The next step was packing a few bags and going on 24 hour dates in the cities, but they weren’t ready for that yet. They both thought a first kiss would be better before that. Luckily, Jason wanted to kiss her today, and she wanted to kiss him today.

Before they knew it, they were in the Porsche driving through the streets she describes all-too well, blasting songs and screaming lyrics with Jason, a song stuck out and that was the Annapantsu’s Smooth Criminal Rendition with Caleb Hyles. Since the rendition had a multitude of riffs that Y/N adored, she would scream it and Jason would continue the male parts. It was peaceful yet the most high-pressure intense situation she had felt in a while.

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Getting out of class, she somehow avoided the paparazzi she had grown somewhat accustomed to over the days she had known Jason, she got back into the Porsche before they noticed she was even there, but then they noticed, and Jason fucking floored it to the streets and out of there.

He dropped her off at her place to get ready for an expensive dinner with him in Metropolis. She thought long and heard about what to wear to her date, but in the end, she decided on a nice pink dress her mother had bought for her back in Metropolis. She had told her daughter, Only wear this on a date with a man you think is endgame, now, she didn’t know if Jason was endgame, but she did want to put all the energy she could into the universe to make him worthwhile.

(This is the first time I’m going to include pictures! I think I’m getting the hand of Tumblr now hehe :) )

(If the skin tone doesn’t match your own, because you’re darker or paler, just imagine it’s yours :) you’re all beautiful in your own right and I’ll use pictures with varying skin tones as I progress the story)

She gave a little twirl in her mirror before taking a quick picture to send to one of her other class friends, who was wondering how things were going with Jason at the time. Her name was Artemis Crock, she knew that Art and Jason were friends, but she also liked Artemis Crock a lot, thinking that they were likely going to be good friends.

You’re going to make him swear up and down to Will that he is ‘Only seeing you casually’ while Will says he’s in love with you, you’re killing it. She shot to Y/N.

Y/N smiled and left her bedroom to go meet up with A/N, who wanted to make sure the dress she was wearing was cute, and it was,

“Holy shit! I said look cute, not make him your bitch, Y/N!”

“Potato, Potahto,” she laughed, “You really think I look worthy of a Wayne?”

“You always do, but you didn’t have to go THIS  hard to prove a point. Only one tabloid said you weren’t enough for him,” she paused and Y/N thought about that tabloid, it upset her, sure. But she was completely aware that spite was going to fuel many of her next moves in the press, “Just the one tabloid.”

“And the one tabloid is enough to make me spiteful. Fuck them tabloids, girl, they can suck it,” she said.

“I don’t think Jason would appreciate if the tabloids blew you,” she joked.

“You don't know that, A/N,” she retorted.

“Do you know that?” A/N said as the doorbell rang, “I’m assuming that’s for you, have fun!” A/N said and waved as Y/N waved back and walked to answer the door. Yep, it was Jason.

“Woah,” he said, mouth agape, when she answered the door.

“Close your mouth, Romeo. You’ll attract flies,” she joked.

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song drabbles

First date: Seokjin’s POV

kim seokjin x reader warnings; none! words; 2,196 words

↪︎ read the series here / and drabbles here

Seokjin felt like a drink. It was nine o’clock in the morning, so absolutely out of the question, but it didn’t stop him from craving it. Whiskey. Definitely whiskey. Nana’s PA had just been to pick up Arin for the weekend – Thank God. Finally she would be able to spend time with her mom after a month, which he was over the moon about, and selfishly, that meant his date with you could go ahead. Even if he was so nervous he could throw up. 

Work had been a great distraction for the past two days but once he’d woken up this morning the realisation had dawned on him. He was going on a date tonight. His first in a decade. He still couldn’t believe he’d actually gone through with it and asked you to dinner. He’d faced his fears, possibly made a fool of himself and shared too much about his personal life in the process, but you hadn’t seemed to mind at all. You were so easy to talk to, it was refreshing. He’d felt brave for the first time in months – years.   But it still didn’t stop him from being on pins as soon as he’d opened his eyes this morning. 

He’d showered early, just after Arin had woken up and then he’d helped her get ready for the day too, allowing her to eat her breakfast in front of the television as he tried to swallow down his bowl of porridge too. It tasted like cardboard – but then again, it might have been his cooking. Misook usually made the food around her, when he wasn’t dining out or ordering take out of course. 

Arin had noticed his strange mood straight away. Obviously. 

“Daddy, what’s wrong with you this morning?” She’d asked, looking over at him warily before hesitating. “I am spending the weekend with mom, right?”

“Of course you are, sweetie” he’d rushed, shaking away the  surge of anger he’d felt. It pained him to know she was always expecting the worst lately. “Your mom just text me to say Jia is on her way.” 

She’d smiled then, her face lighting up and he couldn’t help but match it, his nerves disappearing for a while. That was until he was left all alone, the house now empty and silent. He eyed the bottle of whiskey on the kitchen counter (where he’d left it after his small nightcap last night) and shook his head. He should drop you a text, just to check in and see if you were still on for tonight. He needed to find out what time to pick you up anyway. He probably should have messaged you the day before, he panicked suddenly, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled his phone from his sweatpants pocket. Oh well, there was no time for regrets, that’s what his father always said. 

It took him at least ten minutes to figure out what to say. His first draft sounded too cheerful, too false, he was trying way too hard and had added an examination point. His second was too formal, fifteen years of sending business emails back and forth obvious. He settled on something in the middle – he hoped.  

Unknown (9:32am)  Hi Y/N,  It’s Kim Seokjin, Arin’s father. Just wondering if you still want to have dinner tonight? If so, please let me know and I will send through the restaurant details. We can decide on a time for me to pick you up.  Regards, Seokjin 

Only, reading it back after he hit send he began to second guess himself. Of course you knew who he was, his confidence might be lacking a little right now but he knew he wasn’t totally forgettable. What an idiot. Not that he could do much, there was no turning back. He’d committed. 

He busied himself with a bit of Saturday morning cleaning while he waited for your reply, and by that he meant straightening up the pillows he and Arin had been sitting against earlier. When he returned to the kitchen, your message was waiting for him. 

You (9:43am)  Of course, send the details. I trust your taste! 

See, exclamation points suited you. It was cute. He could just imagine you saying it in person, your dazzling smile, maybe that little giggle you’d made a few times on Wednesday. He felt something warm in his chest as he got lost in his thoughts, nerves easing once again. You were excited for tonight, he told himself.   Maybe you were even just as nervous as him possibly… 

He spent yet another few minutes composing his reply. A lot more casual this time, signing off with just his name. He didn’t always text like this, Namjoon could vouch for him, but he didn’t think you were both quite there yet. He wanted to show his best self after all. He wanted to impress you. He wanted to make you like him as much as he liked you. 

Seokjin (9:50am)  The sudden pressure… The restaurant’s name is KIM. I hope you like it. Is 7 alright to pick you up? I made reservations for 7:30.  Seokjin 

In truth, this restaurant was one he co-owned with his brother. Seokchul was the executive chef and they were both very proud of how successful their business venture had become. He knew taking you to such a place might seem like a cop-out – or worse, a brag – but that wasn’t the case at all. He wanted to treat you in a place that meant a lot to him. He could have chosen multiple restaurants, he was a regular at quite a few and could easily get a great table, but see, that did seem like he was showing off and he did not want to give you that impression at all. It was the complete opposite of his personality. KIM was a good choice, he was sure of it, and it helped that his brother didn’t work weekends, so there was no risk of bumping into him. Although, he had let him know about the date (and had begged him not to spill to their mother). 

You (9:52am)  I will. 7 sounds perfect. I’ll send through my address. See you later! 

You followed up with a Google Maps link to your home, and he sent a quick thank you – sans his name this time. With a quick sigh he pocketed his phone again, it was time to get on with his day. He had some paperwork from yesterday to complete by Monday morning so he should probably make a start. He stopped to order a light lunch at midday, ate it as he scrolled through his very limited social media before getting back to it. 

He called it a day around 3pm, a call from his mom interrupting his flow. He spent an hour talking, their weekend phone calls were habitual by now and he enjoyed them immensely.  He loved his father of course, but their conversations mostly revolved around work. Despite stepping down as CEO three years ago, he was still a vital member of the company, and Seokjin continued to consult him at every opportunity and lean on him for support when things got stressful. With his mom, she was the woman he could still be a kid around. They could talk about anything and everything, but for her own benefit he left out his plans for tonight. He knew what she was like, she’d get way too excited and overwhelmed and before long she’d be sobbing down the line while simultaneously asking to meet you. She’d been wanting him to meet someone new for so long, much like Mrs. Shin. It was a surprise the two women weren’t conspiring behind his back. 

No, he’d keep it a secret for now. If things went well tonight, then possibly his mother would get to find out. He wasn’t getting his hopes up though – or at least he was trying not to. 

It was just after four when he got off the phone, too early to start getting ready just yet, so he sat in front of the television and tried to concentrate on a series he’d recently started. (It wasn’t going well. He was on about one episode a week out of a nine season TV show.) It was no use though, the nerves were rearing their ugly head again. 

He decided to choose his outfit. Seokjin wasn’t much of a thinker when it came to fashion, he just grabbed whatever he saw first that morning, but tonight he wanted to at least put some effort in. After much deliberation he decided on a navy two piece paired with a white dress shirt. It wasn’t over the top, he thought, but nice enough to make that impression that was so very important to him. He kept his hair simple. He’d managed to squeeze in a haircut yesterday so it made things easier, but upon closer inspection in the mirror he noticed those pesky grey hairs of his glittering in the sunlight. He grimaced, worried now. He didn’t know your exact age yet, but it was obvious he was a few years older than you. He was no spring chicken, especially with those wrinkles around his eyes. He had been called handsome all his life, no stranger to it, but right now he was dubious. 

He pushed his trivial concerns away and concentrated on the next decision. What car he would take. He didn’t want to go too flash – again with the showing off thing – so the Aston Martin was definitely off the cards. He hadn’t actually driven that one much, going through some sort of so-called midlife crisis when he’d bought it straight after his divorce, so he made a mental note to take it out next weekend. He decided on the Mercedes convertible (roof on, of course). It seemed like a suitable choice, not too flashy at all really. He didn’t want to run the risk of putting you off him or overwhelming you with showy displays. He was well aware of the differences between your lifestyles, not that he cared at all, but it didn’t stop him from understanding. The things that seemed slight to him could very well be enormous for you. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable in any way, shape or form. 

Shit, on second thoughts maybe his restaurant was a bad idea… 

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Seokjin was always punctual, he prided himself on it, but tonight it made him nervous. He’d said 7 but it had only just gone quarter to. He couldn’t very well stay in the car for fifteen minutes, you’d spot him out the window, so ever so slowly he opened his car door and stepped out, his heart thudding against his ribcage. He was sure he noticed his hand shaking as he closed it behind him. He was such a mess it was embarrassing. 

You lived in a nice little neighbourhood, it seemed quiet, and he admired your pots of flowers in the patch of garden you had as he made his way up the path that led to your front door. He took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell, adjusting his suit jacket as he waited for you to open up. It’s fine, Seokjin, he told himself. It’s just dinner. You’ve done much scarier things in your life. Pull yourself together, man. 

A few seconds later the door opened in front of him and you came into view, looking as beautiful as ever. I’m fucked, he thought immediately. 

“Hi,“ he forced himself to say as he smiled. He was probably staring but he couldn’t help himself. You looked stunning, your dress deep red in colour and incredibly flattering. His throat felt dry and he swallowed quickly. 

“Hey,” you greeted back. 

“You look beautiful,“ he couldn’t help but awe, hoping he wasn’t stepping out of line with his compliment. 

"Thank you,” you smiled almost shyly. It was adorable. “You look…really good.“ 

He couldn’t help but burst out laughing at that, aware the sound was probably highly unfaltering, but he couldn’t help it. "I’ll take it. Thanks.” He tilted his head to the right then, composing himself. “Are you ready to go? I’m a bit early, I know. Sorry about that." 

He really couldn’t tear himself away from your beauty, but luckily you didn’t seem to notice, busy nodding as you clutched your purse to your side. "I, uh… I would invite you in to kill time but my best friend’s embarrassing.” Your voice raised as you continued, your head turning slightly down the hallway. 

He raised an eyebrow, a little confused, but he guessed said best friend was in the house somewhere? He smiled and shook his head. “It’s fine.” 

As you stepped forward, a breath of a chuckle slipping from your throat, he moved to the side, outstretching his arm to let you lead the way. You accepted with a brief nod of your head, your gazes catching for a split second. God, you were gorgeous. 

His nerves might have eased a tad, but his heart was still beating just as fast – if not more.  

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[artjungwon]

ghosting ⭞ jungwon

yang jungwon x gn!reader

kinda fluffy, angst (in this order)

/!\ i didn't put any explicit ending so everyone can imagine whatever they want but this is sad

inspired by ghosting by txt

jungwon thought you had a very warm aura and loved your brightful smile from the very first second he saw you

he still remembers how you randomly came up to him one day when he was having a walk in a park, the sky was slowly turning into a beautiful orange shade

"the sky looks pretty today"

he was surprised to see you next to him, he never saw you but you felt familiar in a way

"it really is"

"what's your name?"

"i'm jungwon"

"nice to meet you jungwon, i'm y/n"

you seemed like an odd person but he still smiled at you, a smile that filled you with an unexplainable happiness

you sat on the bench for a while barely talking to each other, but the silence wasn't awkward or anything. it just felt like you were both admiring the sky and appreciating each other's presence

when you told jungwon you had to go you quickly exchanged number and he told you he would text you tonight, you felt a warm feeling fill a place that was cold for a long time

you spent the evening waiting for his text but was still got surprised when you got it

[10:54pm] unknown: hi y/n it's jungwon :)

[10:55pm] y/n ☆: hii jungwon

[10:55pm] y/n ☆: it was nice talking to you at the park

[10:55pm] jungwon ^^: i hope we get the chance to meet up again soon!! when are you free?

[10:56pm] y/n ☆: well actually i live a bit fareaway... i was only visiting a friend

[10:56pm] jungwon ^^: good thing we exchanged numbers then :)

[10:57pm] y/n ☆: it really is :D

after this, jungwon and you texted each other everyday with out getting bored. jungwon loved the little conversations that he had with you everyday, he loved how he could tell you about anything without being judged

even when you were busy you still replied to jungwon's texts pretty fast, so when he sent you a text in the morning and it was still left unread in the evening, jungwon started to panic a bit. the panic grew even wider when he could only hear your voicemail when he called you

[11:21pm] jungwon ^^: y/n you still haven't seen my text are u ok??

[11:21pm] jungwon ^^: did i do anything wrong?

the longer his messages were left unseen he more jungwon could feel sadness take over him

[3:47am] jungwon ^^: goodnight y/n, call me when you read my texts pls

[3:50am] jungwon ^^: i love you ♡

the next morning, jungwon checked his phone in hope that everything was just a nightmare but his texts were still here, unanswered

[9:17am] jungwon ^^: i'm sorry for everything i did wrong y/n

[9:17am] jungwon ^^: i'll be here whenever you comeback

[9:18am] jungwon ^^: i promise.

your absence felt unbearable to jungwon and he still texted your number at times, unconsciously hoping you would answer one day but you disappeared just like a ghost

he even started to doubt your existence but whenever this thought entered his mind he cursed himself for thinking such a thing

yes, you were real, you just got lost. jungwon was sure of it

✉💗 this one feels very messyyyyy and it kinda sucks, i think the idea was cool at the start tho :( hope you'll still appreciate it <3 ALSO notice how i always have the weirdest angst idea with jw, poor boy 😞

[obxdrewseph]

High Maintenance - Rafe Cameron

Description: Rafe Cameron is SICK of high maintenance girls. Sick of them. After he dumps his latest girlfriend for being too clingy, annoying, and picky with her food, he vows to never date a high maintenance girl ever again. Once he befriends an outspoken girl in his male-dominant Shakespeare class, his entire mindset changes. 

once again, please pretend covid does not exist in this scenario ;-; one day i will write about zoom classes or an online romance... but that day is not today

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“I just can’t do this anymore!”

“Why not? Rafe, c’mon now--”

“No, you want this, then you want that, you’re so fucking high maintenance. And, all my friends think so too.”

Rafe spat as he hurriedly got his keys from his now ex-girlfriend’s shelf. 

“Your friends are douchebags!” The girl yelled, throwing random clothes and items at the boy. He rolled his eyes at her words. Of course she would say something like that. All the girls did. They forgot how big of a douche Rafe Cameron is too. 

“Did you seriously tell me you need to be taken on dates at least 3 times a week? Gracie, we have classes 5 days a week and Saturday is for the boys!” 

Rafe Cameron HATED high maintenance girls. 

Despised them. 

Hated when they were too clingy and needed too much attention, hated when they picked at their food like it was poisoned, or when they went on a diet and he couldn’t go to his favorite pizza restaurant. 

He hated all of that shit. 

He didn’t understand why girls were so high maintenance when guys were so lowkey. None of his guy friends cared where they went out to eat, none of them ate salads when they went to a burger joint-- they all were easy to hang out with. 

That was not the case with all the girls Rafe had dated. 

“Fine, but don’t expect me to take you back when you come crawling back to me!!” She screamed, tears flooding down her face. He wanted to feel bad, but he couldn’t. She fake cried every other day to make Rafe turn off his video games and hang out with her. 

And all she wanted to do was talk! 

The boy knew if he said anything to that statement, it would end poorly so he just ran out the door and drove away.

From that day on, he vowed never to date a girl that was high maintenance ever again. 

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Rafe Cameron hated the first day of classes and this year, he hated them even more when he was forced to take a stupid English class for some Gen Ed (general education) requirement.

At least he got to take a class on analyzing Shakespeare. It was either that or Feminist Theory and no thank you. 

Unfortunately, he had a previous class pretty far away from the English building so when he arrived at said Shakespeare class, there were only a few seats in the front still open. Next to one of the only girls in the class. 

He quickly took the seat before any more people came in. 

The class was chatting loudly since most of them were dudes. And dudes had an easier time to other dudes. Rafe took a quick peak at the girl sitting next to him and noticed she was mindlessly scrolling on her phone. 

She looked a bit tense when he sat next to her and came to the conclusion that she was the type of girl who didn’t have many guy friends and didn’t know how to socialize with them. 

“Hi, I’m Rafe.” He introduced himself to put the poor girl out of her misery. Her eyes brightened when she heard a voice directed to her. 

Rafe noticed the way her blank face shifted into a big smile. Woah.

“Hi, I’m y/n, nice to meet you!” Her voice was bright and cheery. He did a quick analysis of the girl.

She was wearing light blue skinny jeans, ripped so she put some thought into her appearance. But, she was wearing a huge sweater over it. Something girls did to look cute, yet casual. But, the girl was wearing dangly earrings. He came to the conclusion he couldn’t decide who the girl was yet before talking to her.

“So, what made you take a class about Shakespeare?” He asked nonchalantly. 

The girl did nothing to hide her clear disdain of the man. It was written all over the face. 

Rafe did his best to hide his chuckle. Y/N was a nice refreshment to all the girls he had dated, and had known, who hid all of their emotions to only throw them back in his face when he did something wrong. He knew this girl wouldn’t do that to him.

“Ugh, don’t even remind me what class we’re in. I only took this class because all of the other English classes were full. Darn being a freshman. What about you? Are you into THE William Shakespeare?” She babbled which somehow Rafe found endearing. 

He shrugged. “I do dabble.” 

Once the girl realized that’s all he was going to say, she laughed. “Well Rafe, I see you’re a man of very few words.” She deadpanned. “Also, I think we are going to do a little more than ‘dabbling’ in this class, as you say, since this is a 400 level class.” 

Her honesty was quite refreshing to the boy who had been told lies to his whole life. He could tell she didn’t even know his dad paid lots of money for him to go to this school. He knew that was rich white privilege but it’s not like he could do anything about it. 

He then realized he hadn’t said anything to the girl for a few moments. 

“You know, you’re very refreshing to talk to.” 

“Yeah, I know. I get told that a lot.” 

This time, he laughed out loud. 

He totally got her character wrong. 

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The Shakespeare class only met Mondays, Wednesdays, and then had quiz sections on Friday. 

When it hit 9:50am on Wednesday, which was the end of his business class, he rushed to English. He anticipated seeing this girl again and he didn’t know why.

He waltzed into class and saw the girl sitting in the front row once again. Since he rushed there, there were plenty more seats open. But he didn’t want to sit next to anybody else. He wanted to sit next to her. 

He plopped down next to her and took in her appearance. She was wearing makeup today, or maybe she wore some on Monday, honestly he had no clue. Her pink eyeshadow matched... her entire pink outfit. She was bold bold for wearing that to this class. All the guys were staring at her like she had just landed here from Mars or something. 

He was now confused at whether she was a lowkey girl like the girl he saw on Monday or if she was this girly girl. 

“Hey Rafe!” She cheerily said as he sat down. 

He smiled. “Hey. How’s your day going?” 

“Hmm, let’s see. I woke up feeling a bit weird because I had a funky dream. You know, have you ever had those dreams where you just look at the world a bit differently? Anywho, in the dream I was forced to torture this girl so that she would give up information, but then she wouldn’t ‘cause she’s kickass so I was ordered to chop of her head instead! BUT, I couldn’t do it and that’s the funny thing, you popped up and chopped off her head for me! Isn’t that funny? Since we just met?? I think it’s a sign that we are going to be great friends.” 

He felt his head spinning as the girl rambled about her dream and his place in them, but he somehow understood it all? Maybe this was a sign they were going to be great friends. 

“Are you saying I’m your hero?” He couldn’t help with flirt with her. She rolled her eyes and laughed, but he could still see her blush. Yeah, she definitely wasn’t used to guys flirting with her. 

“Wow, is that what you took away from my dream? Rude. Also! If we are going to be friends, I need to know your last name.”

“Cameron.” 

Her nose scrunched up. 

“Hey, what’s wrong with the last name Cameron?” He teased, nudging her arm a bit. Was this flirting or was he just being playful? He didn’t know either. 

“There’s nothing wrong with the last name Cameron, it’s just you have two first names... technically. But, I’m not judging! What’s funny is I could see you going by the name Cameron as well which is interesting. Rafe seems more like a tough guy name but you seem so... I don’t know. Calm? Chill?” 

He laughed. That was the first time someone has called him that. “What’s your last name?” 

“y/l/n. See? We’re friends now.” 

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The girl was right. 

Over the past few weeks of class, Rafe and y/n had become friends. 

It wasn’t hard to befriend someone like y/n though-- she didn’t stop talking and seemed to always seem interested in what Rafe had to say. And he ate that shit up. She always knew the right words to say and was charismatic in her own right. The two even met outside of classes occasionally to study together. 

He had decided she was a pretty chill and lowkey kind of girl. Just the type he needed in his life. Yes, she talked a lot, but she carried what he lacked in conversation. It worked for them. She didn’t care how she spoke around him and let loose with her emotions and body gags-- she was so different from the girls he had been with before. It was nice. 

He had developed a crush on the girl, but he wasn’t sure how she felt and didn’t want them to get a weird relationship in class. 

It was a gloomy Sunday night and Rafe had another date with some random girl in his business class. He wasn’t that interested in her yet, but appreciated her confidence to make the first move. Girls rarely did that. 

Sadly, the date had just started and it was already going poorly.

They met at an Italian restaurant near the school, both taking separate cars so that they would have a way to dash if the date went bad. 

And the girl had ordered a salad and a cup, only a cup, of wedding soup while Rafe had to eat his ginormous plate of pasta. 

He hated when girls went to restaurants and ordered the tiniest thing. What was the point? What was her reasoning? Was it bad to ask? 

She also talked on and on about how she was going to take over her dad’s company and how her whole life revolved around business. All he heard was that she never had to lift one finger while everyone did everything for her. 

She was already too high maintenance for the boy. 

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The next day, he went to class fired up from the date. He plopped next to y/n and turned to her immediately. She stopped typing and looked at him with curious eyes. 

“Uh oh, tough morning?”

He sighed. The date took way too long and he was trying to be a better person and sit through the entire date. Usually, he would just get up leave if the girl was boring, but this was sophomore year Rafe, not freshman Rafe. But, he barely got sleep as the girl talked away while he had an early class. 

He took one glance at the girl and was curious if she would care for his ranting. She was wearing sweats and a tank top today. It was too far into the quarter to care at this point. He appreciated it. 

He was going to just rant anyways.

“Just, I don’t get why girls feel the need to eat so little on dates. Like, we aren’t going to up and walk away if you down as much food as us. In fact, it’s pretty hot when a girl can! Especially at Italian places, they never order pasta or pizza-- only salads? I didn’t even know they sold salads at those places until I went on my first date.” 

His voice was louder than usual and this conversation carried to the boys around them. 

“Bro, I totally get that. I went through sooo many girls who nibbled on their food or just never ate around me in general. But my girlfriend now? I knew she was the one when I took her to a carnival and I swear she ate every food there.” 

Rafe nodded in agreement. “Right? Like it’s attractive!” 

More guys gave snippets of their dating lives and agreed that girls should just eat more because it is A) better for them B) it makes them hotter! 

“You guys are kind of being assholes right now.” 

The female voice that cut through washed them into a silence. 

Rafe had forgotten he was sitting next to the girl he was supposed to be ranting to. He had found comfort in these guys who were experiencing the same thing. He had ranted about this to Topper but he dated his little sister, and he knew she ate anything in her way. 

“Assholes? How are we being assholes?” A classmate who had just gotten finished ranting. 

“You’re being assholes because you’re judging a girl’s worth on how much she eats... like what the fuck? How does that even matter? Why does it matter what other people are eating? How does that affect you?” 

Rafe heard the bite in her words and he was shocked. She had always been so cheery and happy-go-lucky, but her tone was all anger and... sadness. 

“Plus, I’ll bet you 100 dollars that all of the girls who you say eat a lot are skinny as hell and before you say anything, there is nothing wrong with that. But, guys only find skinny girls attractive when they eat a lot. If, God forbid, they gain weight, or are fat, AND they shovel down food? They’re called gross.” 

The professor cut off her words before she could get more in, but her meaning still got through. All of the guys were sitting there like puppies who just got their toy taken away.

Rafe peaked at the girl during class and saw her eyes full of tears. 

He felt guilty as hell... but more confused than anything. 

He kept getting more and more curious about the girl sitting next to him. 

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The girl zoomed out of class as soon as it was over; she didn’t even wait for Rafe like she usually did. 

That hurt. 

Rafe laid in bed after he got back from all his classes and analyzed her words and her facial expressions. Damn he felt guilty. He thought back to all the girls he ridiculed for not eating and wondered what they were going through. 

He had a little sister of his own who downed any food she got-- but she always stayed skinny. Is this the privilege y/n was talking about? He never saw any big girls shoveling food in like his sister did... 

He rolled around in bed, frustrated at not talking to y/n more. 

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That Wednesday came and no one talked about her little outburst on Monday but they all were aware of y/n’s temper now. Somehow, Rafe became friends with the guys sitting behind them, learning their names were JJ, Pope, and Kelce. 

“Today class, I’m introducing a new project. It’ll be a group project and you can be in groups of 5 tops.” 

The class started muttering and choosing groups while the professor spoke. 

The boys behind Rafe hit him on the back. 

They pointed to the girl who wasn’t paying much attention to the boy energy in the room. “Y/n.” Rafe nudged. The girl looked up and Rafe almost forgot what he was going to say. “Group?” He finally spoke. He glanced back to the guys and then back at her. She turned around and nodded.

After class, Pope called them all together. 

“So, I wanna get started on this project as soon as possible. I got a ton of other work I have to do in my STEM classes and want to get the English out of the way. Are you guys cool with meeting Friday at 2 at the library next to the fountain?” 

A chorus of “sure” went around. 

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Rafe only had one class, the English quiz section, on Fridays, so he was early to the library. It was the library everyone chatted in, so it was bustling with students who had gotten a headstart on their weekend’s homework, or were chilling before their next class. 

He had ordered at the school’s Starbucks before sitting down and made sure to get enough for the whole group. Being rich has its perks. 

“Rafe!” A familiar voice called out. 

He looked up from his laptop and saw y/n walking towards him. He immediately smiled and patted the seat next to him. She smelled like flowers like usual, specifically Japanese Cherry Blossom which she informed him before. 

“Hey, you hungry? I bought these muffins for everyone.” The boy shoved a coffee cake towards her. He pegged her as a girl who liked sweets since her personality was so hyperactive and chatty. 

She shook her head. “No thanks, I ate before I came here.” 

“Hey guys!” JJ and Pope walked in together while Kelce came trailing behind soon after. 

“Oooh muffins!” JJ greedily downed the coffee cake Rafe had bought for y/n. It was his favorite too. “Damn, Cameron really comes through with the moneyyy.” 

Rafe rolled his eyes, but he was used to the comments about the amount of money he had. 

“Oh y/n, you want one?” Kelce offered her a blueberry muffin that no one touched. 

“Nah, I ate before I got here.” 

“C’mon, you have to try this pumpkin flavored one, it’s SO good.” Pope said, plucking off half the muffin for her to try. 

“No, really I’m not hungry.” 

They all paused. 

“Wait, y/n, don’t tell me you’re one of those girls who orders salads when they go out on dates.” JJ teased. 

Y/N’s eyes turned dark when the boys started laughing. Rafe sat there, unsure of what to do or say. He had been the one who started this whole debate between them, but when he saw how upset y/n got, he didn’t want to fight her. 

“Dammit she is! I never would’ve expected that from you. You seem so chill.” 

She scoffed. “So chill girls can’t turn down food from guys? What the hell does that mean?” 

“Well, usually chill girls don’t because they don’t care how they look to guys. But those high maintenance girly girls turn down food so they look better to guys. Pfft.” JJ said in his eccentric tone. 

That made the girl laugh. You know when a girl laughs during an argument, shit is about to get real. 

“Are you fucking serious? How is a girl high maintenance when she doesn’t ask for food all the time? Or when she doesn’t eat? How is she asking for more when she’s taking less?” 

“It’s so conceited for all of you to think that a girl is acting in a way to please you. Really, you don’t know her relationship with food. You don’t know what anyone’s relationship with food is so you shouldn’t comment on it.” 

Her face was red, something Rafe noticed happened when she got heated about something. 

“I really don’t want to talk about this anymore, can we just do this project so I don’t have to talk to you misogynistic douches anymore? Thanks.” 

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They finished most of the project in five awkward hours. 

Y/N was clearly still upset by the earlier conversation about food and Rafe wasn’t sure why she was getting so worked up over it. Yes, he knew the guys were pushing it. But, the issue seemed personal to her. 

“K, we are gonna head out now. See ya’ll in class.” JJ said while the three of them skedaddled in fear y/n would yell at them again.

It was now just Rafe and y/n. 

They cleaned up their stuff in a silence. They said nothing until they got outside since the library was quiet now. No one was in the library on Fridays. 

It was pretty late about now, nearing dinner time. 

“Wanna get some dinner?” Rafe suggested, maybe a peace offering to the girl who was still upset over something he never thought too hard about. 

Usually buying food for girls works. Like chocolate. He didn’t know how much ice cream he would buy for his girlfriends when they were mad at him. 

The girl stared at Rafe for a bit and sighed. 

“I don’t eat at restaurants.” 

“Why not?” Rafe was a bit surprised at her confession.. and confused. Not eating at restaurants? Why? 

“Because I’m on a strict diet, ok? God, I know what you’re going to say, that I’m high maintenance and all which I probably am but whatever.” The girl was on the brink of tears and Rafe was confused. All he did was offer her dinner. 

He ran after her when she started walking away. 

“Hey, I’ve been an asshole lately and I’m sorry. But I’m just confused. Obviously this subject means more to you than I thought.” He confessed. 

He pulled her down on a bench on campus. He was grateful there was barely anyone in sight since it was late. Everyone was either home or partying. 

She took a deep breath. Rafe could tell this was a hard topic for her. 

“So, long story short: I have IBS which stands for irritable bowel syndrome. It’s different for everyone but basically it means you can’t digest things well. And for me, I have pain every time I eat anything and for a long time I didn’t know what was going on. And now, I’m on this strict low FODMAP diet which is really weird and no one understands it. And I hate telling people what I can and can’t eat when they literally can just look it up themselves.” 

Tears start falling down her face as she speaks. 

“And it sucks because I used to be the type of girl who could shovel tons of food into her and feel ok but now my body isn’t what it used to be. I’m hungry, sad, and in pain all the time and...” 

Rafe enveloped her in a hug. She clung tighter onto him as she melted into his arms. He was so warm in this cold weather. 

He rubbed her back gently. “I’m sorry.” She nodded into his arm at his apology. 

“I get it. The worst part is I understand you guys. I’m annoying and high maintenance. I have to cook everything I eat which sucks because I’m a terrible chef. And what affects me the worst is bread which is why I had to turn down everything you offered. When guys ask me out to restaurants or on dates in general, I have to turn them down because I know they’ll judge me for being gluten free and dairy free and basically so limiting in choices. Plus, most restaurants don’t have all that, unless they’re Asian. I basically only eat at Asian restaurants and I guess I shouldn’t assume that you didn’t want to eat at an Asian restaurant but...” 

She was babbling at this point. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking of taking you to an Asian restaurant but we can go next time.” She laughed. 

She had more of a hold on his heart than he thought. Suddenly he wanted to hurt all those guys who had hurt her in the past. Hurt her so badly that she didn’t even want to go on dates anymore. And he was pissed at himself for being one of those guys. Those shitheads. 

“Or I’ll cook the Asian food. I can learn.” He said in a teasing manner, but he was dead serious. He was about to look up everything about Asian food very soon. And he knew he was about to look up what the “low fodmap diet“ was because he had no fucking clue. 

She chuckled. “It’s fine, I’ve learned how to cook meals for myself now. And you’re right about me being high maintenance though which is what sucks. I’m the youngest child so everyone does everything for me anyways. I’ve been told that people want to protect me.”

She was right. All Rafe wanted to do was protect her.

It was in that moment that he realized he didn’t care if the girl was “high maintenance”. It she was the right girl, he would do anything for her. All he wanted to do for y/n at this moment was to treat her right, take her mind off her pain, and cook her the right meals so she wouldn’t be anxious. 

He then took her hand and tightly held it. 

“Thank you for confiding in me and making me see my douchey ways.” She laughed. He felt his heart lighten when her tear stained face smiled. He wanted to keep her like that forever. 

He gently took her chin and looked her in the eyes. “You deserve better than some guy who half asses your dates and doesn’t treat you right. You deserve a guy who does everything you need and more. You deserve to be treated like a princess.” 

“Even if I’m high maintenance?” She whispered. 

He kissed her on the forehead. 

“We’re all high maintenance, sweetheart.” 

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A/N: if you’re reading this, thank you for reading this far!! :D

Also, please watch what you say about other people’s eating habits. It can damage them and like our y/n did say: you don’t know what their relationship with food is. Don’t comment on how much food is on their plate, don’t comment on how little food is on their plate-- just don’t comment on their food in general. Please be accommodating to other’s dietary restrictions and be kind to people-- you don’t know what they’re dealing with. 

What we eat and how much we eat DO NOT define us :)  

[jaeminscoffee]

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Pairing- Huang Renjun x reader

Genre- Fluff, Suggestive.

Warnings- None! But this oneshot is kinda different from the other ones because this is basically a bunch of time stamps from morning to night put together. I tried making it as cute as possible so it does get cringe in some parts, don't say i didn't warn you ✌

Summary- As cocky as your boyfriend could get, he still somehow manages to turn crimson each time you compliment him. So you decide to compliment him for every single thing he does for a whole day.

(bless this picture)

[9:10AM] Renjun had woken up earlier than you as he had to go to practice at 10 so he decided to make breakfast for the pair of you. Each time you offered help, he'd refuse and when you insist, he'd wave the knife in his hand at you. "Oh c'mon it won't hurt for you to let me help youuuu" you whine out, clinging onto his free hand while the other flipped eggs. "No. You know i hate it when anyone helps me" He spoke in a stern voice, abandoning the eggs for merely 3 seconds to give you a quick kiss on your forehead. You look at him with heart eyes, "Damn my boyfriend's such a cool guy! I love you"

He lets out a tiny 'i love you' as you watch his ears and cheeks turn a light shade of pink. "aww look at you blushing, how cute-" you said once again. "Yah yah STOP" he replied, almost throwing the chopstick at you.

You laugh it off and walk towards the breakfast counter as you hear your boyfriend murmur things in his mother tongue, a habit he has each time he's flustered

[11:50AM] Practice had just ended, the boys all scattered on the floor, panting, trying to catch their breathe, but Renjun continued practicing the part he was not satisfied with.

Good thing you decided to join him or he'd have continued practicing until he'd have collapsed out of exhaustion.

You get up from the corner walking towards him with a bottle of water and a towel in your hand. "Honey, stop, you look like you're dying" you hold out the bottle, which he gladly accepted. After gulping down the entire bottle, he gestured you to move, which you ignored and stood still in your place. "Babe move, i need to get this step right" he lightly shoved you to the side.

You take a hold of his hands that was gripping your shoulder and brought it up to your lips, giving it a kiss in front of the other guys "i was watching you the entire time, you're perfect and it's about time you get some rest." "but this-" "no buts, you're one whole package of perfection so c'mon stop the practice"

The boys started hooting from behind, Chenle laughing extremely loud whereas Jisung was cringing. Renjun held his head down, smile creeping up his features as he let you lead him to the couch at the back of the room.

[14:15PM] After practice and a little bit of recording work that Renjun had, he decided that it'd be the best if the pair of you would just go have lunch outside, rather you go home and cook something.

"But why? I can cook for us you know?" you asked for the nth time, your hands interlocked as Renjun not so subtly gave you the 'shut the fuck up hoe' look to which you stick your tongue out. "you'll get tired by the time we reach home, you prepare the ingredients and then cook for us" his tone carrying concern.

"Oof, look at you being so considerate" you said, turning your body entirely towards him

"Yah stop, what's gotten into you today??" he asked, repeating your actions and turning towards you. "What do you meaaann" you asking, swinging his hand from one side to another. "Why have you been you know.. saying good things about me since morning?" His cheeks turned crimson asking that question.

You smile cheekily, turning around, your back facing him as you start skipping forward, Renjun hot on your trail.

"Just being appreciative. After all, I've got the world's best boyfriend right?" you chuckle, referring to the time he had shamelessly claimed himself the world's best boyfriend after seeing how you kept complimenting his friend, Mark, for being a loving one.

You hear him huff, not turning back, knowing full well that he has that cute smile and flushed look on his face, because you didn't want to melt right there on the footpath.

[18:26PM] "Majority of us chose horror, come on" Chenle said, as the other 5 nod their heads to his statement. "it's not like Y/n's completely scared of it right?" Jaemin asked.

You were cuddled up with Renjun under the blanket, going through the CD's as Renjun insisted you shouldn't be watching horror after what happened the last time you did.

"She couldn't sleep without having nightmares for a whole week because of you fools, I'm not letting that happen again" He spoke, looking at the dreamies with the 'go with what i say or you see what I'm going to do' and they had no other choice but to oblige. (yes this is 7dream)

After about 5 minutes, all of you agreed on watching a rom-com movie.

"you looked super cool when you were asking them to change the movie" you said, planting a kiss on his cheeks as the movie played loud in the background.

"Y/n just stop it already!" he whisper yelled, throwing tiny punches in the air, to which you cooed 'cute', laughing out a little louder than intended when you hear him whine, as Jeno and Mark, who were sitting beside you, started snickering to themselves at your exchange of words.

[20:07PM] The movie ended about 15 minutes ago, the boys left a mess behind when leaving. Renjun growled lowly, before getting up from his seat, going to get the broom and tissues from the utility, before starting to clean up.

When you got up from your seat to help him do so, he stopped you.

"Just sit, I've got this" "It's fine it's gonna be faster if we do it together"

It kept going back and forth until you had to give in, having him do all the cleaning.

"Such a-" you start,

"If it's another compliment, I'll throw this broom at you!"

[23:22PM] "I can't believe you kept doing that, do you know how much the boys teased me the entire day??" Your boyfriend asked, changing into his pj's while you were in the bathroom, brushing your teeth as you snicker at him whining.

"I told you i was being appreciative! Look at you being all cute-" you start, when you heard fast footsteps making it's way towards you.

"I think i should make you keep quiet myself huh?" he said as you wash your face and reach for the towel to wipe it dry. "you could try" you exclaim, starting to make your way back into the bedroom, only to be stopped.

"oh I'll do that" he said, jogging to your position, bending down and sweeping you off your feet, you yelp.

He started making his way towards the bed, placing you down on the soft sheets once he reached the wanted destination as you kept giggling at his antics.

"Compliment me in bed too now will you?"

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if you survived reading this without cringe, you have my respect. Kdlwockeos I WROTE THIS DURING ALL 4 OF MY CLASSES, but I'm happy ish with how it turned out?? It's not entirely bad it's just oof. Yep yep

Anyways hope you liked it! 💗

[kazashiiii]

What’s that ?

part 2

previously on ‘ what’s that ? ‘

“ tell me where is Mark right now ? ” Tzuyu asked

“ i-i dont know , probably working " Sana replied

Tzuyu tired to calm herself down after knowing what Mark did to Sana

it’s currently 12:50AM

“ Sana , cmon lets go to bed ” Tzuyu said while dragging Sana

- time skipped -

Morning 9:45AM

Sana woke up aggressively knowing that Tzuyu wasnt beside her she was worried and she quickly ran down the stairs to check if Tzuyu was there but her presence wasnt there

Tzuyu’s POV

chaeyoung and i are currently at some random cafe , im ranting stuffs to chaeyoung cause i didnt have anyone else to rant to

“ so what happend ? “ chaeyoung asked in concern

“ s-she was raped “ i said while breaking down

“ WHAT ?! " chaeyoung said loudly

“ she was raped , by Mark “ i cried even more

“ W-WHAT ?! MARK ?! “ Chaeyoung was shocked knowing that it was Mark who did that to Sana

Sana’s POV

" should i call her ? ” i mumbled to myself

“ but what if she’s busy with work ? wait it’s saturday tho ”

suddenly my phone rang , i quickly picked it up without checking the caller ID

“ hello ?? Tzuyu-ah~ "

“ Tzuyu ? nahh babe don’t u miss me ? " the person on the other line said

“ w-who are you ?? where is Tzuyu ?? ” i asked in concern

“ shushh bbygirl , how can u forget me ? we did so much that night u even enjoyed it ”

“ m-mark ?! ” i said shockingly

“ thats right babygirl ” Mark said

“ h-how did y- ” Sana was about to finish her sentence when Mark interfered

“ not important babygirl , i miss you . i miss touching you and inse- " before Mark could finish i quickly end the call

“ oh my jissos , how the fuck he have my number ?! ”

No one’s POV

“ Chae , i think i better go off first im scared Sana is worried abt me ” Tzuyu told Chaeyoung

“ you didnt tell her where u were going ? ” Chae asked

“ nah she was sleeping ” Tzuyu answered

“ alrightt2 take care let’s settle Mark tonite i’ll drop by ur place ” Chae said

“ do you know where is Mark’s hangout place ? ” Tzuyu asked

“ hmm probably Canvas Club ” Chae said

Tzuyu then waved Chaeyoung goodbye and drove back to her house

Sana is currently nagging at herself , when Tzuyu appeared at the door Sana quickly run up to Tzuyu and hugged her

Tzuyu hugged back

“ sorry i didn’t inform u where i was ” Tzuyu apologised

“ where did u go ? ” Sana asked curiously

“ meet up with Chaeyoung , she has a problem with Minari ” Tzuyu lied

suddenly Sana’s turned into a worried face as if a mom had lost their kids

“ heyy , what’s wrongg ?? ” Tzuyu asked in concern

“ n-nothingg ” Sana replied

“ are you sure ? cmon tell me what’s wrong “ Tzuyu said while caressing Sana’s back

“ w-well , M-mark called me just now ” Sana said

“ WHAT ?! ” Tzuyu said loudly

“ h-he called me and- ” Sana was cut off by Tzuyu

“ Sana listen to me im gonna kill that asshole alright , im gonna make sure he doesn’t bother you anymore okay " Tzuyu said while caressing Sana’s cheeks

“ T-tzuyu please don’t get yourself in trouble , lets just hand him over to the police ” Sana said

“ shh , let’s eat breakfast i bought u some breakfast ” Tzuyu said

“ komawo~ ” Sana said while clinging onto Tzuyu’s arms

-time skipped -

“ Sana-ah ? ”

“ yess chewyy~ "

“ do you mind going to bed first ? cause Chaeyoung wanna rant to me about Mina ”

“ o-ouhh , right now ? ”

“ yea “

“ but its late tho “

“ she really need someone go rant to right now she got into a big fight with Minari "

“ ahh okay , ill be waiting for you “

“ you should sleep first “

Sana didn’t say anything , before Tzuyu take her leave she kissed Sana’s forehead and walked out the door & entered Chaeyoung’s car

Sana’s POV

“ Minari and Chaeyoung got into a fight ? but they looked like they’re in good terms " Sana thought

meanwhile Tzuyu & Chaeyoung are now heading to Canvas Club to whack that asshole

suddenly Sana’s phone rang

“ h-hello ? ” Sana said

“ Sanake , its me Minari ”

“ phew i thought it was someone else ”

“ i wonder who u were expecting "

“ yahh why did you called me ? ”

“ have you seen Chaeyoung ? ”

“ she’s with Tzuyu "

“ ahh i see , she didn’t told me where she was going tho ”

“ im also not sure , Tzuyu told me that you both had a huge fight ”

“ fight ?? we’re in good terms tho ”

“ huhh ? Tzuyu told me yall had a huhe fight tho “

“ no we didn’t “

“ ohh , ill call u back “

meanwhile , Chae & Tzu have arrived the club Tzuyu was so ready to beat that asshole until Mark noticed them

“ well , well , well look what we got here “ Mark said

“ YOU ! ” Tzuyu said while pointing at Mark

“ yes ? ohh wait u’re Tzuyu right ? and you are ? ” Mark looked towards Chaeyoung

“ none of you business ! ”

“ ohh wow , Tzuyu your girlfriend is Sana am i right ? damn just let go of her i can give her more satisfaction “

“ you raped Sana didn’t you ! ”

“ woah2 i didn’t rape her , she wants it so you know i just gotta go cause why nott “

“ she didn’t wants it you idiot ! ” Tzuyu’s blood boils , her fists was clenching tight

“ tell you what , i really did have a great time with her it was fun and i wish i could do it again ”

“ dont you dare . ”

“ why not ? she likes it too , i bet she’s begging for it more though right now “

“ enough “

Tzuyu then threw a punch on Mark’s cheeks which cause his lips to bleed

“ woah someone is angry , wanna know something i fuck her better then you ! ”

Tzuyu wanted to punch Mark’s cheekbone but eventually Mark managed to block and he hits Tzuyu’s stomach very hard and cause Tzuyu to fall to the ground .

Chaeyoung quickly ran towards Tzuyu wanting to help Tzuyu get up but Mark managed to kick Chaeyoung on the stomach

“ Tzuyu , tzuyu tzuyu . enough just let her go she can have more fun with me i have a dick unlike u ure using ure useless fingers to fuck her “

and with that Tzuyu got really mad and she tooked the wine bottle and hit Mark’s head

but for some reason Mark’s head is made of metal he still managed to punch Tzuyu on the stomach

Tzuyu quickly got up and punched Mark’s face as hard as she could which caused Mark to fell to the ground

Chaeyoung got up slowly and held Tzuyu up walking back towards Chae’s car , they’re going back to Tzuyu’s house

Tzuyu checked her phone and 15 missed calls & 35 texts from ‘ Sana Bibi 💘 ‘

“ shit2 ” Tzuyu said in pain

“ w-whyy ? ” chae asked

“ S-sana ”

-time skipped-

Tzuyu’s house

12:15AM

*cough* Tzuyu coughs due to pain on her stomach

“ T-tzuyu ?! what happend ??! ” Sana asked in concern

“ nothing , why are u sleeping at the couch ? ”

“ i was waiting for you , Tzuyu why are there bruises ?? what happend ?! ”

suddenly Tzuyu faints .

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omg , i feel like i did a really bad job here so sorry hope y’all enjoy this quick update will probably update when im free .

[diamondsnpolaroids]

Kingston's birth story♡

On Thursday February 13th I had my last midwives appointment to which I asked for a membrane sweep. My midwife happily agreed and did it. For the rest of the day I felt regular contractions but unfortunately nothing came of it.

Friday February 14th, my due date. Still getting contractions but spread apart more and not as strong. I spent all day crying, begging my baby boy to hurry up. I felt as if my body was failing him. It wasnt trying hard enough, I wasnt doing enough, he was ready but I just couldnt. I couldnt sleep, everytime I tried I'd get up and start walking in hopes my body would finally start labouring properly.

Saturday February 15th, 12:15am I finally settled down enough to doze off after being awake since 6am. 12:32am I wake up to hear and feel a huge popping sound. I immediately sit up thinking something is terribly wrong. I actually get to my feet and that's when I felt it. Water gushing out of me. I had zero control. I waddle run to my bathroom, trying to avoid soaking my pants any more than they already were. I see nothing but clear fluid with tinges of red. That's when I realized it was indeed my water breaking. I couldnt get up for 2 minutes, my amniotic fluid was pouring out of me like you wouldnt believe. Finally I'm able to clean myself up, get on new pants and wake my mother to let her know. I told her to stay asleep since most women dont contract right away, thinking I still had time. By 12:50am I felt my first hard contraction. 12:53, another. 12:56, another. I call my sister to let her know to be ready to pick me up. I message King's father and grandmother, then attempt to wake my mother again. I call my midwife and was told to wait till my contractions were either unbearable or lasting 1 minute, 1 minute between contractions, for 1 hour. 1:34 I call my sister again and tell her to come over to help me labour since it was getting intense. Around the same time King's father comes over since I knew this was going to be a fast process. Contractions were getting closer and closer together, getting more unbearable with each passing one. I call my midwife again, my sister doing the talking for me, telling her we are on our way to the hospital.

2:20am we leave my place and head there. 2:36 we're parked and I'm inside trying to sign in. Having to stop and contract infront of a room full of strangers. I get my bracelet and sent upstairs. 3 more contractions ensue in the meantime. We get up to the birthing floor and head for triage. That's when things begin to get intense and blurry. I'm sat in a bed, in extreme pain, trying to answer questions and get blood taken. I'm noticing this is all happening really fast and we need to hurry. I'm checked and told I'm 4/5cm dilated. We get told to move to a birthing room. Finally arriving in the place my child would be born, I lay down and my body takes over. I get no more than 30 seconds between contractions for my body to calm down. I get checked again, I'm told I'm 7/8 cm dilated and everyone is shocked. Its happening and its happening soon. Theres no chance for me to receive any drugs or IVs. No contraction belt to track them or heart monitor belt to check on King. Within 2 minutes my contractions get so out of control I can feel my body pushing against my wishes. I tell the room this, apologize and scream all at once. I'm being told to try and stop but I physically couldnt. After another 5 minutes of this I'm checked one last time, but this time im told to push. Everyone is shocked. In 7 minutes I've dilated 3cm and ready to bring my baby into the world.

I'm told to move into position, breaking both the fathers hand and my sisters while I sit there pushing. My sister is instructed to hold my leg and push it against me, my mother is told to grab my hand and the midwife had my other leg up and ready. I'm screaming bloody murder and trying my hardest to push. I will never be able to compare this pain to anything else.

4:09am, I give a push and my little mans head is out. I'm told to give one last push, my sister looks at Kings head and by the time she moved her head to look at me, he was out and on my chest. My baby boy is finally born and screaming almost as loud as me. Kingston came out at 7lbs 0oz, 19 inches long.

Within a few minutes he was calm and looking all around. I finally come to and realize what just happened. Instant shock, not knowing what to think or say, I'm hugging my baby so tight against my chest with tears going down my face. I did it. I finally did it. 9 long hard months of growing this tiny human and I finally bring him into this world for everyone to see and love.

I spent 13 hours after his birth in the hospital till we were sent home. Multiple family members and friends stopping by to say hello and meet my little ham. Everyone is shocked and amazed I managed to have a baby within 3 1/2 hours of my water breaking, zero drugs, all natural. His skin colour being perfect from the moment he was put on my chest, next to no wrinkles, just all around perfect. He took to breastfeeding so easily, barely cried unless he was cold. My perfect little man.

It's been 13 days since he entered this world, dropping to 6lb 6oz after 3 days, up to 6lb 9oz by day 5, then 7lb 4oz by day 10. Kingston has been nothing but a dream. I am so incredibly blessed every single day with his presence. He makes me feel every emotion under the sun, but mainly proud and love. I dont remember what life was like before him and I couldnt imagine my future without him. Everything our mothers, aunts, grandparents and friends told us is true, you never know love until you see your baby for the first time. I never had expectations on how life would be with him finally here but even if I did, hed surpass them all. I have such an angel baby who has me feeling more blessed than ever before. He is my entire world and I'd go through all the pain and suffering again if I had to for him. The absolute love of my life. ♡