#like yesterday we were so chill cracking jokes and singing together n shit

[zootopiathingz]

So apparently two of my co-workers were talking shit about me and another new hire bc we’re “dead weight” and said that we should get less hours or just quit. Another girl overheard them and reported them to the manager and they got in trouble. I didn’t know about this until today so idk when this happened but man I’m so pissed

[yoonsshadow]

BLIZZARD BLUES ⎯ myg

⇰ summary ; There’s a storm coming. Literally. And some idiot is standing outside singing Christmas carols.

⇰ pairing ; yoongi x fem!reader

⇰ genres ; strangers to friends to lovers[?], snowstorm!au, romance, fast burn [?]

⇰ themes ; fluff, a bit of crack

⇰ warnings ; talk of a natural disaster [blizzard], lots of banter, brief talk of male genitalia [balls lol], a bunch of sweetness

⇰ word count ; 1.8k

⇰ note ; Happy holidays everybody!! I hope that you all have a safe and happy day, no matter what you are celebrating. [Also this is largely unedited.] xx

It doesn’t always snow on Christmas Eve. Sometimes, when the sky feels selfish, it will open its clouds and welcome through the sunlight, especially harsh against the previous snowfall that is melting on the ground. What was once a white wonderland, snowflakes clustered together in a fine powder, becomes a muddy expanse of grass, dampened by the flowing tears of the melted icicles.

The magic of Christmas, so often associated with the pure white sheen of snowfall, is gone within hours of a clear sky.

But not today.

Today, the sky is selfish in a very distinctly opposite way.

“Temperatures will be reaching a record-low tonight, and snowfall is expected to only get heavier. With the possibility of a blizzard on the way, citizens are urged to stay indoors tonight.”

“Aish.” Licking droplets of mulled wine from your lips, you sigh at the latest news update. Just yesterday, you had been complaining of the warmth in the air, expecting yet another disappointment out of Christmas Eve. The universe seems to have answered your pessimism with a natural disaster.

Thankfully, you are one of the many lucky ones with a roof over your head tonight. The townhouse is small by standard means, but it feels so big to you. Though it may be cosy, it holds everything that is important to you, every memory that you have collected over your life, every momentum that has ever brought you joy. It is an extension of yourself, of your innermost being, and now it even protects you from the howling wind that you can hear picking up outside.

As you sit in front of your roaring fireplace, wrapped in blankets and listening to the Michael Bublé christmas album play on your scratchy record player, you think that maybe this is serenity; this feeling of calm, of contentment, when chaos surrounds you.

A harsh knock at your front door breaks through the sound of the wind.

At first, you think that maybe it was a trick of the mind, or perhaps a branch hitting a window, but the rapid knock-knock-knock against the wood is far too deliberate to be a mistake. Plus, when it’s followed by several more⎯⎯less patient⎯⎯knocks, you know that someone is here. At your house. At ten o’clock at night, as a blizzard is brewing.

It takes a moment to detangle yourself from your comfortable cocoon of blankets, but you eventually shuffle to the door as quickly as your cold toes [the things just never seem to be warm] will allow. You’re expecting an emergency official telling you to evacuate, or a neighbour asking to borrow supplies.

You don’t expect a shivering, disgruntled man reluctantly singing ‘Oh Christmas Tree’.

“Your boughs so green in summertime...stay bravely green in wintertime...O tannenbaum, O Christmas Tree...How lovely are thy branches…”

“Are you seriously carolling right now?”

The man stops his ‘singing’ to glare at you, as if you’ve just interrupted the most important performance of his life. “Hey, either let me finish the song or let me move on. It’s fucking cold out here.”

“No, but like, why are you singing at all? Didn’t you see the news?” The chill of the wind is biting at you even through all of your layers, so you don’t know how he’s surviving right now.

The man sighs, the air fogging in front of his face. “Look, lady, I lost a bet, okay? I gotta sing these carols, and I’m not backing out just because it feels like my internal organs are shutting down. So, what’ll it be? I can take song requests, if you’re feeling spicy.”

It takes you barely a moment to make your decision. “Option C. Come here.”

And you all but drag him into your house.

“Y’know, this could be considered kidnapping,” the stranger says as he slides out of his soaked jacket and toes off his boots. Despite his words, he doesn’t seem at all reluctant to be within your warm abode. “You could at least take me to dinner before inviting me in.’

His voice sounds harsh, mean even, but for some reason you aren’t intimidated by him. Maybe it’s the way his nose shines pink from the cold.

“Well,” you say, already gathering some towels for him, “it seems as though you haven’t watched the news in the last three hours. There’s a blizzard on the way, buddy, and you looked about halfway to frozen already. I thought that I would save the neighbours the trauma of digging your body out of the snow.”

“How considerate.”

“What’s your name, by the way? Since I’m extending my home and hospitality to you. I’m Y/N.”

“Yoongi. Also, you barely extended anything. More like forced. But, I’m a kind man, so I’ll let you believe that you’re being selfless. It is Christmas, after all.”

“And a merry Christmas to you too, mister Yoongi.”

“Ugh. Don’t call me mister.”

“Whatever. You should go take a shower to warm up, I should have some of my dad’s clothes for you to wear. I also have a shit-tonne of blankets and a big pot of mulled wine, so whenever you’re done just come downstairs and sit by the fire. And don’t steal anything. Or piss on the carpets.”

“Oddly specific, but okay. Thanks, generous kidnapper.”

Yoongi takes nearly an hour before he re-emerges from upstairs, to the point where you wonder if he’s actually pissing in your carpets. He looks clean, though, and flushed with warmth. And absolutely adorable in the ugly, oversized Christmas sweater that you laid out for him.

“This is fucking horrendous.”

A snort escapes you at his blunt statement, watching as he sinks into an armchair opposite you. His hair is sticking out from where he’s hastily dried it. “Thank you. My dad is the reigning champion in his workplace ugly sweater competition. He takes immense pride in inducing nausea. Want some wine?”

“Absolutely.”

When you pass him a mug, the liquid steaming and aromatic, he seems to pause, hesitation in the grip of his fingers. You give him the time he needs to arrange his words.

“I guess, um...thank you. For bringing me inside.” Yoongi isn’t meeting your eyes, but the tips of his ears are turning pink. “I was probably too stubborn to realise how bad it was and...I don’t know, it could’ve ended up really bad. So. Thanks.”

“Hey.” His eyes flicker up, briefly, but enough to see the bashfulness hiding behind all that sarcasm. “It’s seriously fine, but you’ve got to make a habit out of taking care of yourself. I’ve known you for two hours and even I can tell that you don’t take yourself very seriously. Hell, I could’ve been a serial killer, and you still just walked into my house.”

“I could’ve been a serial killer as well, hypocrite.”

“Killer Caroller does have a certain ring to it,” you admit. He’s deflecting, but you accept the divergence easily. “So, mister serial killer-”

“Don’t call me mister.”

“-Why don’t you tell me about yourself? There’s a chance that you’ll be here for a little while, so we may as well become acquainted.”

Taking a lingering sip from his mug, Yoongi keeps his eyes trained on the fire before him. “My name is Yoongi, I’m a Pisces, and I enjoy long walks on the beach.”

“Romantic.”

“I was born in Daegu.”

“Makes sense.”

“I’m a music producer.”

“Impressive.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, though they hold more mirth than annoyance. “Oh, and what about you, miss charity? Tell me about yourself.”

Biting back a chuckle, you reposition yourself in the armchair to face him better. “Well, my name is Y/N, and I have never been to a beach.”

“That’s sad.”

“I take self-defense classes.”

“Convenient.”

“And I’m a social worker.”

“Very fitting.”

The quick banter between the two of you pulls a smile across your face before you can tamp it down, but it seems like Yoongi is fighting one of his own.

Somehow, you have both converged to your larger couch, huddled together in a wine-drunk, giggly mess.

“No, I seriously would’ve won! But then he totally caught me off guard. I was sabotaged.”

Yoongi’s recounting of the story of how he lost his bet is nothing short of hysterical. “This Jeongguk guy sounds like a menace,” you say, throwing your legs over his lap. “I mean, who swings their balls in a friend’s face just to distract them? That’s just low.”

“Right?!” His voice is so loud, but your little bubble is barely disturbed. “And they were all hairy, too. I swear that I found a pube in my hoodie.”

This sets you off, for some reason, and your chest erupts in light giggles. Yoongi has only told you a few stories about his six male friends, and it has filled you with a kind of joy that you don’t remember ever feeling.

“It’s just...I bet that women aren’t this immature with each other. Am I right?”

You hum. “Sort of, but also not really. A friend of mine once stole my diva cup just because she was mad at me for using her hair brush. I tried to explain that it was an accident, but man was she pissed.”

Yoongi pauses. “What’s a diva cup?”

Blinking at the man that you’re draped across, you bring a hand up to pat his soft cheek. “Oh, honey,” you whisper, offering a small smile.

Slowly but suddenly, his hand comes up to cover yours, keeping it on his face. Your heart skips a beat, but you don’t notice.

“You’re really nice,” he says. His pupils are blown from drinking, and maybe from your faces being so close. Your cheeks are flushed for the same reasons. “And totally not a serial killer.”

“I’m still undecided about you,” you joke, breathing out a laugh. “But I do know that you’re pretty nice, too. And not as bad of a guest as I thought you might be.”

“Is it-” Yoongi cuts himself off, takes a slow breath as he closes his eyes. When he opens them again, he seems determined, if a little nervous. “Is it weird if I say that I enjoy spending time with you? And would, maybe, want to spend more time with you in the future?”

A lazy grin stretches your cheeks as you tuck yourself a little closer to him. It’s peculiar, maybe, that you’ve just met a man that you feel you’ve known your whole life. Curious, perhaps, that conversation with him feels more natural than with most people you know.

But weird?

No, you don’t think so.

“No. Not weird.” You lean forward a bit, shyly; wait for him to maybe do the same. “You do owe me the rest of a Christmas carol, after all.

He does lean forward, just a bit, and just as shy.

[lawless-4-lyfe]

This is my story....

Day one of this journal entry maybe if I write I’ll better understand how I feel ... how to explain to people lol maybe just whip this thing out and let them read it. I should of started this sooner... Everything is finally at ease except my heart no matter what we have good time it’s ALWAYS a good time with yu but I can’t help how deeply I love n wanna be with yu... we do almost everything together, new experiences, places n foods it’s my favorite. Yur my favorite person ya kno ... n of course I tell yu everyday n I kno yu love me too but not in that way we’ve been doing great lately as friends everything we do our conversations it’s chill. But everytime I want to pull yu close or listen to yur heart I don’t want to get denied n then ruin it all becuz I love yu so much n I don’t want the atmosphere to change... everytime yu smile it makes my whole day ... yur laughter is the relaxation I crave everyday, I could lean back n listen to yu talk all day about nothing giggling not wanting it to ever end... I don’t want to loose yu n of course I’ve told yu almost everyday how I feel yet the same reaction comes out “I’m sorry I just don’t love yu in that way but Yu kno I’ll always be here for yu” I’m not sure if yur scared or yu truly feel this way ... I wonder where yur mind wanders what yu think when yu look at me or call me pretty girl.... I wear my heart on my sleeve n tell yu everything I feel as if I’m weak but I’m not I kno I’m strong ... yu make me weak I turn into slush around yu I’d do anything for yu and Yu kno that... I wish my emotions weren’t every where, I wish I could play it off cool I enjoy all our time together but when I’m alone my thoughts rome free like what if ... n why not ... why can’t we just? Oh yea becuz she... I don’t kno my heart the way it aches for yu wants yu but wants to look for the correct person as well but in the back of my head constantly thinking that’s suppose I be yu is getting the best of me .... yuve read everything I’ve sent yu listen to me when I’m down I don’t kno who to talk to about this no one would understand fully.... I don’t wanna throw myself at yu n I have a feeling yu still think this is a fasanation but my chest says different every night .... it’s eathier I dream about yu or fall asleep crying becuz I wish I could be what yu wanted n wonder what I could do to improve... I’m so proud of myself but love is missing n I want it so badly to be yu but yu so badly don’t do I’m trying ... but it’s hard.... so hard. The memories we share from a year ago I can’t get over but why it’s been so long... but n my heart it feels like yesterday n open wound that will never close... the nights is pick yu up n we’d listen to the radio ... something cheesy would come on n before we knew it we were both singing ... our hand intertwined n the thought that yu might just feel the same the way my stomach would feel n the sunset infront of us but yur smile n feeling of yur fingers gripping mine harder we’re even more beautiful everything was perfect... all my thoughts I just wonder what was going thru yur head n how yu feel now ... do yu still love me deep down inside or am I an idiot ... do I keep blinding myself to what yur saying becuz my heart doesn’t want it to be true, do I void out the worst n hope for a positive sentence that may just be an open door... it has to be there’s no way I’m this nieve I wouldn’t be. The first time I saw yu I rennet thinking ooooo I wonder if she’s gonna be mean she has resting bitch face let’s find out...before I knew it we would spend almost everyday together, new adventures people. My girlfriend at the time was not happy at all she could tell but never said anything just watched from a distance... I didn’t kno I was falling in love I brushed it off people would crack jokes n shit but I’d pay no attention I was having to good of a time. The late night drives to take yu home, becuz work just wasn’t enough time with yu I couldn’t get enough I wanted to figure yu out... what life was about for yu.... we’d dab until we’d all look at the time n realize it as time to go to sleep or Alyssa would head to bed.... thinking about it now I should of known... she knew I was breaking her the way I feel now.... lol the time we took E n I didn’t wanna go home I wanted to spend all the time I could with yu... I think I knew then I liked yu but never the thought of love ... n the 2nd time we went to titlo n walked for a few hours I didn’t wanna go home but of course yu had to remind me I had a girlfriend who wanted to spend time with me... that’s horrible now that i think about it.... my fascination with yu blinded me a bit back then... the days I spent long boarding with yu or walking around wapatoe... the day we put drank n our slurpees n walked around until all of a sudden it started pouring n we just watching the rain hit the windshield for a good 5 min. I remember for my 20th birthday we went to the club..... December 16th we had first went to a hooka lounge she hated it but of course made it a good time becuz that’s just how she is I was awkward, lol I’d never been in a club let alone used a fake ID... my heart was racing, of course he had taken a second look how could this little boy looking figure be 24. My ID had stated my birthday was February 4th 1993, my sisters birthday and picture. At the time she had a bum but underneath was a buzz cut this why I think I got away with it... she was a bit skinnier then me but had got her ID a year ago prior to this n I guess enough can change that he let me in .... we got drinks of course I paid effortlessly as well as thoughtlessly i guess I wanted to seem cool. I was stuff n wanted to dance but didn’t want to get up n make a fool of myself ... after a few hours we left a bit drunk but not completely hammered n before I knew it we were walking down the stairs to the car. She was walking toward me n I couldn’t help but to reach out n grab her .... so I did I pulled her in and that was our first kiss I was left breathless n could tell she felt almost the same with the way her face turned red ... n told me to get n the car ... I wanted to steal another but reality hit ... I had to go home I was still in a relationship I didn’t wanna be in... and she is another few chapters this ones about yu .... after that yu didn’t talk to me for 3 days I thought it was becuz I almost gave yu a cold sore n thought yu we’re mad lol yu still hold that against me to this day how I tried to give yu herpees 🤣🤣 but yu told me why n I understood... I had to be honest with Alyssa and yu weren’t the kind of person to smile n her face any longer so I made my decision and after it seemed like we were in sperable .... we talked everyday after n hung out as much as we could... then New Years came n I wished so badly to be with yu n it happened... I remember texting saying if I come n see yu if I could get a goodnight kiss n from there I was speechless n my heart racing with the reply I had read ... “I’ll give yu a lot more then a kiss I’ll give yu some good head” n with that response I was speeding down the freeway.... right when I picked her up my hang was glued to her thigh my heart racing once we hit the door while I was unlocking it I had a grip of her had n kissed her as the door flung up with us against it ... I had a room mate at the time n we were getting ready to move out due to my recent break up.... my ex had not been there she was at her grandparents where did be soon after the night of my life. We rushed to the bathroom to shower together... slowly watching her uncloth while I was in the shower looking at every inch of her body... the why she would smerk so sexy n with each kiss stealing my breath... I kissed her everywhere I couldn’t help it I’d been waiting for so long I almost thought it was a dream..... her lips, down her neck to her finger tips and legs. She was perfect each curve to each muscle I had to be dreaming, we hoped out the shower n before i knew it she had me on the sink legs wide open in an aawweee... my eyes rolling back in complete pleasure gazing at her back tattoo that stated she was a rotten apply I thought she was far from it. Listen to each slurp n admiring her effort I was uncomfortable on the sink so we moved to the bedroom giggling n before we knew it my room mate was knocking on the door n she got in and said she was close n why did he have to interrupt a good time so at that point I knew I had to be doing something right she returned n I kissed her once again all over from her lips to her thighs sucking on them trying to leaving her some sort of memorie ... I won’t stop until yu cum I stated she moaned a bit n I couldn’t help but to eat more anymore... n once from her wasn’t good enough... I didn’t want any air just the taste of her. Soon after I had to drive her home I knew she was satisfied how could she not be her legs wouldn’t stop shaking ... I didn’t want to drop her off why did she have to go why did I have to be next to someone who wasn’t her for the night. The following day I had an hour drive a head of me n little did I kno that was the begging of our 3 month love story that left me stuck n a daze of yu n all the things yu so simply but beautifully do....