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the-cosmic-ghost-18 · 3 years

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Family Time - Chapter 7 of Bacon Bits A William "Ironhead" Miller Fic

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader

Notes – So this is and the next chapter was originally one chapter but I have split it into two. The next one will come out on Friday. The next chapter is quite a heavy one so spiling the two made sense.

Warning - alludes to abuse and fighting.

Word Count: 2.7K

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I had been dozing in and out of sleep for hours. The July heat was unbearable. It was hot and sticky. Just as I was about to finally fall asleep my phone went off beside me. Taking it from the charger I looked at the screen. Why is my mum ringing me at 2 in the morning?

“Mum why are you ringing me at 2 in the morning. I have work in the morning.” I said with a groggy voice.

“Ohh I am so sorry. I keep forgetting you are a few hours ahead of us. This wouldn’t be an issue if you hadn’t moved.” She never wanted me to move. She wished I had stayed with my last boyfriend. She loved him and chose to ignore how much he had hurt me during and after. “Anyway. Me and your father are flying down to see you.”

Great. Just want I needed.

“We are flying down Friday and will be heading home on Sunday evening.” God please no. “We will need you to pick us up from the airport. I will send you the flight details tomorrow. Get some sleep honey bye.”

“Mum!” she had hung up before I could stop her. I know the only reason she is coming is to try and get me to come home. I was supposed to be going out with everyone Saturday night. Guess that was not happening now.

Friday afternoon

The airport was heaving. I had only just found a parking space and was started walking to the arrivals area. They had already landed but I wanted to save my last bit of alone time for the weekend. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Mum: Where are you?

Mum: Me and your father have been here for over an hour.

Always the overdramatic. They had been there ten minutes at most. As I walked through the doors, I scanned the room. It wasn’t hard to miss them. She was wearing something you would wear to golf. Her hair was immaculate as always. She looked pissed.

“Where have you been? We have been sat in this airport for what feels like hours.” She said while handing over her bag to me.

“Hi, mum. Well unfortunately you decided to fly to Florida in the middle of the school holidays. Parking is a nightmare.” Turning from her I saw my dad. I and my mum have never gotten along but me and my dad on the other hand. We have always had a good relationship. He was the one that helped me get all of my stuff down here. He had always been there when she wasn’t. Pulling him into a hug I said. “Hi, dad. How was the flight?”

“It was good. Had a bit of turbulence halfway though.” We walked back to my car through the crowd of people. As we approached my jeep my mum stopped in her tracks.

“I am not getting into that.” She never likes my jeep. Said it was unsafe and I should buy a newer car. Me and my dad had spent the summer before I got my license fixing it up and repairing it. She would have to pull that car out of my cold dead hands

“Mum it's either get in the jeep or rent a car. Your choice. But looking at the queue of people we walked past in the rental area I think my jeep is the better option.” I opened the boot and placed the bags in. My dad jumped in the front with me while my mum reluctantly sat in the back. As we made our way out of the car park. Nearing town, it started to rain. Normal for this time of year.

“I thought it was sunny here.” My mother said while leaning over the centre console.

“Mum it's a summer thunderstorm. It will clear soon. Florida can never keep its mind up with the weather.” turning onto the main road I saw the Miller’s gym. I indicated to drive into the car park. “Wait here. I just need to drop something off.”

Jumping out of my car I went round to the boot to grab some tools. I had borrowed them from Will after my sink started leaking. He kept pushing for himself to fix it, but I assured him I could. And I did. Well after about five YouTube videos and a google search. But I still did it.

Pushing the doors open I head to the back office. Looking through the window I spotted the familiar crop of hair on the man sat on the couch. Leaning against the door I knock. It had been the first time I had been alone with him since the fourth of July. Every time we had seen it each other it had been with everyone else. As Will looked up he grew a huge smile.

“So, you fixed it then?” he asked. I flopped onto the couch and placed the toolbox on the floor. “I tell Benny off for that, I don’t want to have to tell you off too.”

“Will I weigh like nothing. I'm sure your couch can cope with me jumping onto it.”

“I thought you were picking up your parents from the airport.” He asked moving to sit next to me.

“They are in my car. I just needed five minutes away from my mother.” I said. “She might only be here for the weekend up even that’s too much time. The only saving grace is that my dad is here.”

“Well, if you need saving just give me a ring. I can always make something up to get you out of it.” He said while nudging my arm.

“William Miller, my knight in shining armour,” I said with a regal voice. My phone started to buzz in my pocket. It was a text from my mum telling me to hurry. “I should go before she throughs a hissy fit. Enjoy your evening.”

“Ohh I will. Benny is spending the night at some girl’s house. So, I might actually get some sleep.” He had walked me to the door where we could see it was still chucking it down. “Guess you are going to have to run.” He said with a smile.

“I guess so.” He pushed the door open for me and stepped out. I could see my mum and dad staring out of the windows at me. Will waved at them and only my dad waved back. “I will see you later then.”

“Yeah.” He said. “And if you need saving just text me.”

With that, I sprinted to my car and jumped in. I turned to see my mum glaring at me. Ignoring her I put the car in drive and started driving home.

“Who was he?” she asked.

“His name is Will. He’s a friend mum. It was his friend that fixed the starter motor.” I answered back. I kind of wished he was more than a friend in the back of my head.

“Well, you shouldn’t get comfy here. I’m sure you will be back home soon.” Bingo. That was the only reason she was here. To bring me home. Instead of engaging with her which I know will cause an argument I just continued to drive home. Looking over at my dad he mouths an “I sorry”.

It was another 10 silent and agonizing minutes before I pulled into the driveway. The rain had let up and stopped. We all jumped out of the car and my mum went straight into the house. Opening the boot my dad helped get all the stuff out of the car.

“The guy at the gym is he single?” I turned to face my dad after he asked that question. My mum and dad had very different opinions on my last boyfriend. My mum thought he was gods gift to women, dad on the other hand hated him. I really should have listened to him. “He watched to make sure you got into the car okay.”

“He a friend dad.” I said trying to brush it off.

“Well, you deserve someone who cares about you. Not everyone is Adam.” He said while walking into my house. No not everyone was Adam. They were lying, cheating assholes who have anger issues. Will was nothing like that. But in the back of my head, there is always that little voice that says that they are. Will did care about me, that was apparent. Maybe I was holding back because of him. Shaking off that though I walked to the house.

“I don’t like the kitchen. Who paints cabinets green?” She was critical of everything did. My job, moving here to name a few. “And why tile the walls.”

“Because it looks nice. You might not like it, but I do.” I walked over to one of the green cupboards (the colour Will had helped me choose) and took three cups out. “Anyone for coffee.”

God this was going to be a long weekend.

Later that Evening

Opening the oven, I pulled dinner out. My dad had said earlier in the day that he missed my mac and cheese, so I made some. We called about a lot. How I had made some new friends. My dad asked about Will. Mum went on about her friend at the country club missing me and how I should come back. Sat at the little round table in the kitchen we tucked in. Looking over at my dad he had a funny look on his face.

“Is there bacon in this?” I must have added it automatically without realising it. “Because it makes it so much better.”

“Yeah. Will recommended adding it in.” the thought brought a smile to my face.

“Well, I don’t like it.” My mum piped in as the smile on my face drops.

“You don’t like anything mum.”

“So are you and Will a thing because I have been talking to Adam and he really want another chance. I’m sure Will is nothing like Adam.” No, he isn’t. He is everything Adam wasn’t. I didn’t even hide the disgust on my face of comparing the two men. Dropping my fork on my plate I looked up at her.

“Is that the only reason you came down here? To get me and my asshole. No abusive ex-boyfriend back together. Guessing you little friend group at the country club are gossiping about your older daughter moving away.” She would not even look at me. As I continued my voice started to rise. “Just because I’m not Rosie. Popping out kids every year does not mean I, not a good daughter.”

“He never abused you, honey. You had the odd argument.” She said with a level voice.

“Seriously! He put a hole in my wall. Why do you think I moved across the county to get away from him?” I got up to move my plate. If I stayed looking at her it would end up being a huge fight.

“Honey. He just wanted the best for you. He was going to let you leave work and have kids. To do what a wife should do. To be the mother of his children”

I really tried to stop myself, but I had enough of her delusions and bullshit. She had a very old-fashioned way of looking at life. There is nothing wrong with leaving work and being a stay at home mum. But that is not what I want.

“Mum I can have a career and have kids. I can work full time and have kids. Yes, there is nothing wrong with being a stay-at-home mum. But I do not want that. Especially with him. He hurt me, mum.” At this point, I was on the verge of tears. I was so done with her. I turned to look at my dad for help.

“Mary, why don’t we stay at the hotel tonight. I will call a taxi and leave her for the night.” God my dad was a god sent. He picks up his phone and moved to the living room to make some phone calls.

“I just want what’s best for you.” She said while walking over to me. “I want you home. He said he would not do it again. He loves you, honey.”

“If you truly wanted what was best for me you would leave me be here to get on with my life,” I said looking her straight in the eyes. Before we could get any further my dad comes back into the room.

“I got us somewhere to stay. Why don’t you wait outside Mary? The taxi should be here soon.” He said knowing if she stayed near me any longer it would get into a shouting match. As she got outside my dad envelope me in a hug.

“If I had known she would do this I wouldn’t have come down.” He pulled away and wiped the stray tear from my cheek. “He never deserved you. And what I heard you say this Will fella seems like a nice guy.”

“Dad we are just friends,” I said with a shy smile.

“You can try and convince yourself of that but the way you were talking about him earlier. I was right when I said Adam wasn’t the one before I even meet him. From what you have told me Will seems like it. Trust my gut. “He kissed my forehead and started to walk out. “I will call you in the morning. Hopefully, I can calm your mother down. And Tell Will that I like the bacon in the mac and cheese.”

Walking back into the house I collapsed onto the couch. Adam and I had dated for a few years. It was nice in the beginning. He was a lawyer and son of one of my mother’s county club friends. It all went wrong when I said I would not leave my job to raise any kids we had. He wanted me to have kids now and leave work. I wanted to wait a bit longer. It started with shouting and arguments. Then moved to breaking furniture. It all comes to blows one night when he hit the wall by my head and put a hole in it.

I came down here to escape my mother and him. My dad understood why. He helps me find a house, ship my thing, and move my car down here. He made sure that no one knows my address to keep me safe. He was the only one who cared how I felt. My mum was too concerned by her image to care about the wellbeing of her own daughter.

Thinking about what my dad said. He was always right about these things. Maybe Will was the person I needed. He was everything I wanted in a person. He was everything Adam wasn't. He was what I deserved. Speaking of Will I felt my phone buzz with a text from him

Will: How is it going?

Will: killed your mum yet?

Y/N: Nope.

Y/N: my dad said he like the recommendation of bacon in my mac and cheese

Will: Well, I like him already. How did it go then?

Looking down at my phone I debated asking him to come over and talk about it all. Maybe I could tell him how I feel. I know he would be over here in a heartbeat. As I went to text him back to ask if he would come over door dell went off. I looked around to see if my parents had missed anything. I saw nothing. As I walked to the door I wondered if Will has just come over anyway. Smiling at the thought of that I opened the door. But I did not see the ex-special forces soldier. I saw a man with a suit worth more than my car. His hair had gowned a bit since I last saw him. It was a lot longer than Will’s. He was clean-shaven. He never grew a beard, said it made his face itch. As I meet his eyes, he had a smug face on.

“How lovely to see you Y/N?” I recoiled at his voice. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

To be continued...

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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{+18} – Cherry Blossom & Tangerines – Trafalgar Law x Y/n – Part 3

Modern AU. Living in Seoul, SK. Everybody is alive. No spoilers.

Female reader. No physical descriptions. Everybody is +18, canon ages. Chopper is human.

Tw: Mostly SFW. ZoSan. Fluff. A/N: I haven’t had the chance to visit South Korea due to Covid, so everything included is pure research. Excuse me in advance if there is something that’s not 100% accurate! Keep in mind is purely inspired ♥

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31059467

» List of parts: {P1} {P2} {P3} {P4} {P5} {P6}«

Word Count: 4.9K

Law’s slender, soft, skilled fingers played over the silky material of my pyjama shorts. I wrapped my arms around his neck, softly brushing my fingers through his black hair. Our lips still pressed, our senses getting lost on the burning sexual tension that was finally being released.

The soon to be surgeon, slid a hand inside my satin blouse, and grabbed one of my breasts. Caressing it softly at first, but then searching for my nipple to press it firmly in between two fingers. I moaned his name, almost whispering, after all we were in the kitchen of a house living with ten more people.

Law began to trace a path from my mouth to my neck with sweet wet smooches, mixed with little bites, and I was slowly being taken to heaven, until I heard “Saaaaanjiii, foood!”. I whipped my head to the side and saw Luffy entering the kitchen.

Law and I remained still for a moment, until we realized that this was one of Luffy’s sleepwalks for food. He was technically asleep so he wasn’t aware of us, but the minimum sound could wake him up. So, we gently detached our bodies in silence, until Law had to shout to Luffy to stop. My somnambulist friend was about to hit his face with the fridge door, and Law had to catch him in order to avoid him getting hurt.

I was arranging my clothes quickly when I saw Sanji coming downstairs running and screaming, “Damn Luffy, I heard you shouting my name, what happened?”. The blond cook was covered in sweat and had a little red spot on his neck. I giggled a little looking how annoyed he seemed, but hey, at least Law and I weren’t the only ones who were interrupted.

Luffy finally returned to reality after a few slaps from Sanji and apologized laughing. I couldn’t get mad at him; he is just too sweet. Sanji agreed on cooking something fast for him and began with his work.

“So, guys, what were you doing here?”, asked Luffy pointing at Law and I with his mouth full. I widened my eyes, while thinking for an excuse, but Law spoke first, “I couldn’t sleep, so I came to the kitchen to have some water. Y/n-ya was here having tea, and she offered to prepare some for me, that’s it”. “Uhum, I couldn’t sleep either”, I said.

Luffy looked at us for a moment, but he quickly believed in our words.

Suddenly, we heard from the stairs Zoro’s sleepy voice, “Oi, nosebleed-kun I’m waiting…”. Law, Luffy and I turned our faces to Sanji, who instantly turned red. I bit my lips trying to stop myself from laughing, but when my eyes met Law’s face, we began to laugh out loud. This was the first time I saw Law laughing, my heart skipped a beat on how gorgeous he looked.

Luffy didn’t catch it at first, but after Zoro entered the kitchen with nothing more than his boxers on, the bell rang on his brain, “oh… hahahaha”.

“Marimo…”, said Sanji mumbling, “Go back to sleep…”. The one-eyed man was now standing still in front of us, probably unable to move, and blushed in his entirety. He simply said “We… we were playing with the Nintendo… uhm it was this idiot cook turn, so…. Uhm, whatever, I’m going back to sleep”. He turned around and almost ran upstairs.

We remained silent and the only sound we could hear was the sizzling sound of the eggs Sanji was cooking.

He turned his back at us and focused on the pan, he was clearly embarrassed, maybe a little sad because of us laughing.

Law stood up, told Luffy to go back to sleep and placed his hand over my shoulder, “Thanks for the tea, Y/n. We can continue our conversation tomorrow”. He said and smirked.

Those words made my body react instantly, a strike of pleasure stung my insides, and the idea of continuing what we’ve started that night installed on me, almost as a necessity.

“Sanji, go back to sleep, I’m sleeping with Luffy and the guys tonight, don’t worry”, said Law and left the room. Luffy followed him.

I waited for them to be upstairs and approached Sanji. “Oi, babe, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh. I’m happy for you two, go back to him. Don’t worry, I’m not saying anything, nor Law, or even Luffy. I’m sure Law is now addressing Luffy at this point. If Zoro or you want to tell us, we will let you do it. Ok?”. I said to my favourite chef, placing my head over his shoulder.

Sanji caressed my hair and finally smiled back at me. “Thanks, Y/n-chan…”. He went upstairs and I put the dirty dishes on the dishwasher. Eventually I went back to bed, and the exhaustion won the fight between my insomnia.

The smell of breakfast made my stomach growl as I was waking up. “Mmm Sanji’s french toasts…”, I mumbled while opening my eyes and stretching my arms. “Good morning, Robin-chan”, I told my friend who had already woken up and was reading a book on her bed. “Good morning, sweetie, did you sleep well?”, she asked, and I nodded back.

Some sun rays were filtering through the big window of our room, we could see the beach and some sailboats on the distance. The sky showed no clouds, it was warm, some sakura petals danced with the breeze and fell to the ground. It was the perfect spring day.

We quickly got dressed and I didn’t even care much about my face. After breakfast I was taking a shower so, I didn’t put too much effort on my image. Robin and I went downstairs and met with the other ones in the kitchen.

Luffy was fighting with Usopp and Chopper for the food, as always. Law was drinking coffee and smiled at me when he saw me enter. Zoro was almost falling asleep over his plate, I guess he had a sleepless night after all… fufufu. Franky and Brook were outside having cola and milk, respectively.

Nami and Vivi come downstairs a few minutes after. Vivi hugged me from behind and scared me, and as she did, my hair uncovered my neck. “Oi, Y/n… what is that on your neck?”, she asked. “What? what do I have?” I started touching my neck in order to feel maybe something. “Is that a hickey?” inquired Nami, almost whispering. Luckily, no one else heard due to the guys fighting. “Nami, shut the hell up…” I sentenced my friend, with my index over my mouth.

“Damn Law, he must have bit me so hard yesterday that now I have a mark…” I thought while covering back my neck with my hair. Suddenly I received a message on my phone. @DrHeartStealer > I’m sorry ;). I looked up to Law and he was looking at me with puppy eyes, that by the way, were fake as hell. He was enjoying this… And I… well… I was kind of too.

“I think last night was a little bit turbulent, right Sanji? Law? Zoro?” Nami, who didn’t want to stop, and that obviously knew everything that happened the night before without even being told, mocked the guys.

“Shut up, baka”, Zoro told her, grabbing his forehead with no energy at all and perhaps affected by the lack of sleep and the hangover. Sanji was more blushed than last night, and Law didn’t show a single emotion, he seemed as if he didn’t give a single fuck about it.

Usopp who had now stopped fighting with Luffy, said “Oi… wait a minute, Sanji, what’s that on your neck?”. I realized Zoro was about to throw a plate at the big nose nosy guy, so I told Usopp to stop only using my expressions.

We finished eating breakfast and decided that today was the perfect day to visit Shinhwa Theme Park. I loved roller coasters and theme parks, so I was super excited to visit the place.

We went to our rooms to get ready when suddenly Nami and Vivi entered mine like a hurricane pouncing on me and demanding me to tell them why I had a hickey on my neck. I couldn’t refuse, so I accepted my destiny and told them of my encounter with Law last night.

Even Robin seemed excited, the girls were jumping and giggling. They were really happy for me, not only because Law seemed like a good catch, but also because it’d been so long since I dated someone.

My girlfriends decided to help me get ready for the park, so they brushed my hair, chose my outfit and even my makeup. I knew I didn’t need all of that, but frankly I enjoyed it, so I didn’t complain at all.

When we arrived at the park, the employees gave us little plastic bracelets and we headed to the first attractions.

I ran to the biggest roller coaster and insisted everyone to come with me, but almost all of my friends refused my invitation right away. “Are you kidding me, Y/n? there is no way I’m riding that huge thing, forget it”, said Usopp.

Luckily, Luffy, who loves new experiences and doesn’t know about fear, agreed on coming with me, as well as Franky. We headed to the short queue and waited for our turn. A few minutes after, Law, who was buying some water bottles when I asked the guys to join the ride with me, approached us saying, “Oi, can I join?”. “Of course, Torao!!” said Luffy, jumping with excitement.

When it was finally our turn, Franky sat with Luffy smirking at Law. “May I sit with you, Y/n-ya?", asked the sexy doctor. "Of course, if you are afraid, you can hug me …", I said, with a defiance expression. "Tsk.. we'll see who gets frightened first…".

“Welcome to the Dancing Oscar! Are you ready to experience extreme fun?! But first, let’s watch the safety rules!”, the safety video began to play on the little screens in front of us. Law and I were sitting behind Luffy and Franky, and as the video finished, he turned to me. “Well, let’s keep you safe…”, he said, coming even closer to my face. Law grabbed the safety restraints that were in between my legs first, caressing the inside of my thighs -that the girls insisted on me showing by using a cute short-, then the ones that were over my hips. He ably fastened them together in the buckle and pulled the belts in order to tighten them real hard. Finally, he tightened the ones over my breasts. I gasped, the pressure, the soft touch of his hands over my skin, the feeling of being taken care of, maybe… even being dominated by him… He was teasing me, and my body was reacting to it. “There, now you are safe”, he said patting my left thigh and smirking.

I closed my legs, pressing my core against the tight straps, mumbling something similar to a thank you. I was desperate to feel some type of release, and the pressure over my pleasure point was the fastest way. Even though it wasn’t enough.

He secured himself and soon after the ride started.

When the cart slowly approached the highest point took about a minute to finally be released gaining speed faster that I was expecting. Not only me, but also Law, got so scared that we grabbed each other's arms and started shouting. Something flashed my eyes, but I was so scared that I didn’t even think of what it was.

After experiencing the adrenaline of the loops and the ups and downs of the track, it finally came to an end. When the cart finally stopped on the starting point, my heart was pumping harder than ever, my blood pressure was a mess, and my head was spinning. I began to laugh really hard, grabbing my stomach. “Oh, dear Lord, it was amazing!!!” I screamed, Luffy and Franky followed me, while Law looked at me regretting the moment he decided on hopping on. He was pale and seemed as if he were about to throw up.

“Law, are you ok?” I said chuckling. “I am…”. He answered and began to untie the belts.

When we were getting off the ride our friends came to us laughing. “Oi, Y/n, Torao, what is it with your faces? “said Usopp, showing us a photo with the theme park frame of Law and I looking at each other in fear, almost hugging, seconds after the cart began the falling action. “Oh… so that was the flash I saw”, I said while my cheeks turned to fire. Law snickered, grabbing the photo, and said “I’m keeping this one, your face is just too funny”. I looked at him frowning, but I couldn’t deny he was right, after all. Plus, him wanting to keep a photo of us made me feel all bubbly inside.

The day went by with us having fun, riding attractions, buying souvenirs, taking photos. Our cheeks were really sunkissed, as well as our shoulders. The night came, and we were ready to enjoy the firework show the park offered every night.

Everybody gathered in the centre of the park and the brilliant lights drew pretty images over the sky, the soft sea breeze refreshed my cheeks. My friends were smiling, having fun. I could see Zoro and Sanji looking at each other with a love expression on their eyes, Vivi and Nami holding hands, Robin placing her head over Franky’s shoulder. Love was in the air, and it felt wonderful.

I kept enjoying the light show, when suddenly Law approached me from in between the crowd and subtly grabbed my pinkie finger with his. Softly, without taking our sight from the fireworks, I grabbed his whole hand. And we remained like this, holding hands, with a smile on our faces. My heart beating quickly, and soon the feeling of butterflies in my stomach followed. “Is this… more than sexual attraction?” I thought, but quickly decided to stop thinking and simply indulge on the moment.

The show ended and we let go of our hands. Our friends and we walked to the parking lot and headed back home.

We were so exhausted that we went right to our bedrooms and threw our bodies into our beds. Soon I had the idea of texting Law, and so I did. I grabbed my phone and sent him, “@SunflowerDr > have a good night, sleep well. Remember we got a “conversation” pending…xoxo.” A few minutes after he answered, “@DrHeartStealer > have a good night, doll. I got an idea for tomorrow, we could continue our conversation there…, sleep well”.

“Did he just call me “doll”?” I bit my lower lip wondering about his idea and my body burned in anticipation for the next day.

I passed out soon after until next morning.

The day seemed a little cloudier than the day before, and Nami, who was about to get her degree in meteorologic science, told us that probably a storm was coming to the island at night. So, we thought about a good plan for the day, and Robin suggested visiting “Manjanggul Lava Cave”. Jeju is a volcanic island and the lava flow from the volcanoes had created caves or “lava tubes” on certain places of the island that now are solidified. Who else could suggest visiting a cave more than our archaeologist friend?. We agreed on visiting the place and after breakfast, we quickly drove there.

We all submerged on the underground cold dark caverns. A little train inside the cave took us to the deepest point. Blue, purple, pink lights illuminated the stone pillars and stalactites that were widely spread through the tunnels.

“God, I’m kinda cold, aren’t you?” I said to Chopper who was walking next to me. “Yeah, that’s why I told you to bring a jacket, dummy”, he said to me and was about to give me his jacket when Law appeared from behind saying “Don’t worry Tony-ya, I’m a little hot. Here, take my jacket Y/n-ya”. He took off his black coat and put it on over my shoulders.

Chopper giggled a little and told us that he would be going ahead to take some pictures of a specific rock called the “Stone Turtle”.

We were left alone once again. The ambrosial scent of his coat invaded my senses, a sweet perfume with notes of tangerine, ginger and perhaps a little amber mixed with some marine breeze was the perfume Law probably used every day. I revelled on the smell and kept walking in silence next to him.

Suddenly a few bats appeared flying from a dark spot and I got scared as hell, so I jumped over Law. He held me tight to avoid us falling. “Don’t worry, they won't hurt you, I read at the entrance that some rare animals live in the tunnel, such as these bats”, he said to me with a calming voice while grabbing me tight in between his arms.

I looked up to him with a pouty face and he smiled at me with cuteness. I wished we could have stayed like that a long, long time, but sadly Usopp, Brook and Chopper came running, escaping from more bats chasing them. “Ahhh get away!!!”, “Ruuuuuun for your liiiiveeees”, “Robin where the hell did you bring us?, yohohoho”. (The bats were obviously being chased by Luffy…).

We separated as my terrorized friends passed in between us. And began to laugh as they kept running to where Nami was. That only meant one thing… a few bumps on their head.

A few minutes after, Sanji started asking us if we had seen Zoro. Of course, we haven’t, he was lost once again. On a big cave, full of tunnels that were almost a kilometre long each.

We spent almost half an hour searching for Zoro, until Robin found him. “Marimo, you have no sense of direction!! I told you not to separate from us!!”, shouted Sanji to the green hair boy, trying to cover how worried he was for him. “Oi, idiot cook, I didn’t get lost, you did!”.

We finally left the cave and returned to the surface. Outside it was warmer enough for us to head to our next destiny, the Sanbangsan mountain hot springs. We only had to drive a few kilometres to get there.

The girls and I were pretty much excited because we could show off our new bikinis, so we got changed into them and headed to the natural pools of thermal water. The boys were already inside, enjoying the warm bubbly water.

“Look at these sexy ladies!, wanna be our friends?” said Franky joking around while helping Robin to enter the pool.

A few beads of sweat ran through my back, but I didn’t know if I was feeling hot due to the steamy water or because of the image of Law half naked, exposing his whole tattooed chest, with his head thrown back, eyes closed and his hair wet.

I fixed my eyes on his anatomy, the well-defined abs, the tattoos on his arms, how his fingers played with the water around him. I dreamt with open eyes of how I wanted to travel with my tongue all over his tanned skin, every little mark he had, any spot.

Law opened his eyes, and still with his head thrown back, gave me the sexiest look accompanied with a little laugh, “heh”.

If we were alone I might have jumped over his lap and fucked him right there. “Oi, Y/n!!”. A voice pulled me out of my dreaminess. “What is it Nami?” I asked my friend who was flailing me by my arm. “You two should go and fuck right now, we are getting a little bit uncomfortable with all of that sexual tension you both have”, reprimanded me my redhaired friend. “Shut up…”.

We stayed there chatting and relaxing more than two hours, the sun was setting, and the cloudy sky showed precious colours.

I decided that I should go take a shower to rinse the sodium out of my skin on the community showers of the complex. I had planned the way I was going to stand up, trying to show my “sexy ass” to Law, for the last half hour. So, I executed my plan almost perfectly… and said almost because when I decided to walk looking at Law over my shoulder I slipped with some sort of slippery substance on the rocks. I almost felt but while trying to keep balance I got a sprained ankle.

Law and Chopper ran to save me, as the good future doctors they were, but I wished I had killed myself. The embarrassment invaded my body… damn.

“You only have a sprained ankle, Y/n-ya, don’t worry with some ice and ibuprofen you’ll be good in no time”, said Law softly examining my ankle. My eyes were teary, my cheeks red and everyone was trying to hold their laughter. Vivi approached us and told Torao to bring me home first, so I could put some ice there, and as she said so she winked an eye at me. Damn Vivi, she knew me more than anyone there. I realized that I have created unintentionally the perfect excuse to be alone at last with Law, and she was helping me.

Robin brought me a towel and I tried to stand up, but my foot hurt more than I thought, “Auch, auch, auch…”. Law didn’t hesitate and carried me in his arms bridal style to his car.

“Be careful, don’t hit your head”, Law said while helping me sit on the front seat of the yellow car. I wasn’t speaking, I was too embarrassed to even say thank you.

He started the car and began to drive down the mountains through the winding road. Ahead, a breath-taking landscape was shown. The sun slowly disappeared in between the mountains, and the lights of the city defined the coast. The sky was now fully covered in stormy clouds, and a few lightings began to show in between the menacing cumulonimbus above us.

“Finally, alone”, said Law breaking the silence. I looked how focused on the road he was, worshiping his profile, the piercings on her ear, the muscles on his neck. I plucked up courage and asked, “do you still have the idea you told me yesterday over text?”. “I do, plans might have changed a little, but I think we could still make it, do you trust me?”, he said.

I wanted to know about what was going to happen, but the thrill of it being a surprise, letting him lead the way made me accept right away, “I do, lead the way doctor”.

We finally arrived at the city and the surgeon parked the car without turning the engine off. He grabbed his phone and searched something. The GPS immediately began to give directions to a specific address, so he got back to driving. “Wait a second, do you want something special?, I’m buying you some anti-inflammatories for your ankle”. “Oh thanks, uhm nothing else” I told him while he unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.

Some minutes later, he handed me the analgesics and a bottle of water. While drinking from the bottle I could see from the corner of my eye how he quickly put away something on the glove box.

I was still using my bikini and a towel to cover me, so I asked Law if he could help me reach my bag from the back seat to put on a dress. He agreed and passed me the backpack, and then helped me put the dress. He also put on a clean shirt over his swim shorts.

“Are you hungry? What about a spontaneous dinner date?”, he said rubbing his thumb over my cheek. I smiled, satisfied, because after all his plans weren’t simply fucking. “Do you prefer something fancy or something more private?, I’m not trying to be cheap, it’s just that if we decide to go somewhere fancy we should come back home to get dressed properly”. Even if I were dressed like a princess I wouldn’t have chosen the “fancy” restaurant. Truth was that I didn’t want to waste any time, I didn’t want more interruptions, I wanted to be alone with him.

“I prefer something more private. We can go to this place on the beach, it isn’t luxurious, but I saw some photos on my phone”, I said to him while searching for the place web page on my phone. He smiled while looking at the screen of my cell phone. He seemed happy with my choice, and I could see why. He was a quiet and reserved man, so this place was perfect for our “first date”.

We drove to the location and left the car on the parking lot next to the pretty little restó. The intensity of the pain in my ankle was now pretty low so I was able to walk normally. Law, though, told me he would help me and grabbed my arm, so we walked together at the entrance. I don’t know if it was because of my sprained ankle or simply just an excuse for physical contact. In any case I was happy about it.

A maître that reminded me of Sanji welcomed us inside and took us to a little table next to the sand over a wooden deck with warm yellow lights strips, garnishing the also wooden roof. In the distance, over the horizon, the moon was vaguely peeping through the stormy clouds. Nami’s predictions for tonight seemed to be a few hours away to come true.

A tall, slim waitress came to us and asked if we had already chosen our food, without taking her eyes off Law. She was clearly trying to flirt with him, and I was burning inside… I got jealous, really jealous. Yet I couldn’t say anything, after all this was our first date. Law calmly gazed at me and told the maiden “My beautiful girlfriend and I will have two bowls of bulgogi”. Wait, what?... beautiful girlfriend?...

The waitress gave me a dirty look and walked away. “Ha, suck it, he is mine!”. I thought and giggled. I preferred not to ask about him calling me “his girlfriend”, but instead I changed the topic. We chatted a little bit about our careers, specialities and about surgery. Despite the unfriendly appearance he radiates, talking to him was easy, I felt as if I have known him for years.

We finished our plates and decided to leave the place. He opened the car door for me and helped me to get inside. To be honest I had forgotten about my injured ankle at that point, but he was still taking care of me in a chivalrous way. Mr. Donquixote raised him well…

“Let’s go to the beach”, he said in an adventurous tone. The storm was then over us and at any moment the rain could start, so I told him, a little confused, “It’s about to rain, are you sure?”. “I am, trust me. You won’t get wet… at least not for the rain”, he said smirking. I squirmed a little with those words, he sounded so sexy…

He drove along the boulevard next to the beach. Suddenly, he parked the car. “We are here, let’s go”, he said. He held my hand and softly pulled me leading the way through a little path over the sand made out of wood.

The path led to the entrance of an old lighthouse. A few raindrops began to wet my cheeks when we got to the entrance of the beacon. “What is this place, Law?” I asked him, curious. “My grandfather was in charge of this lighthouse some years ago, then the government built a more modern beacon on the port of Jeju, so my grandfather retired. Yet the commune decided to maintain it as part of the city, and also because I guess my grandad was appreciated by the people of Jeju.” I saw a copper commemorative plaque with the name “In loving memory of Mr. Trafalgar Law”. “You have the same name, how cute…” I told him as he opened the door, and we entered the place to take shelter from the cold rain that started pouring over us.

He asked me to wait at the entrance and headed to the back part of the place. He turned on the lights and I could see how the place had been decorated with string lights, pillows on the floor, some blankets, and a few candles that he began to light one by one. He did this just for me?...

“I… I hope you like it. I don’t know if you are really into romantic stuff. The guys helped me yesterday, while you went to sleep”. My eyes got somehow a little bit watery, no one has ever made anything remotely similar to this for me, it was just perfect. “I love it, Law. This is so perfect…”, I said and ran to him -my ankle did hurt a little, but I didn’t really care -. “Careful…” he said, receiving me with open arms.

I softly planted a kiss on his lips, and slowly we sat over the pillows. He grabbed my face with his hands and stopped kissing me just to look into my eyes. My back slowly approached the pillows and now I was laying there with Law settled over me...

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chaletnz · 3 years

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Tokyo: A Day in Daiba

My morning began with a walk around the temples and gates of Yokohama’s Chinatown follow a delicious breakfast in the café attached to my hostel. The receptionist doubled as a barista and chef who lovingly prepared a latte and some French toast for me as we chatted. I was worried about the state of the coffee when I heard the milk screeching as he steamed it but actually it turned out fine! During my time working in hotels and having access to free stays on most trips I had forgotten how much better the vibe is when staying in a hostel – I definitely prefer it, the conversations are far deeper and you can meet some very interesting people. Generally, the staff in hostels can speak English better than the staff in hotels, probably because they also like to travel and have learned the “universal language”. After breakfast I made my way to Tokyo’s small island area of Daiba to meet my ex-colleague Sayane who would accompany me for the day. It was only 10am but sweltering already. Luckily I had arrived about 30 minutes earlier than necessary so I was able to store my heavy bag in a locker and sit down in a shady spot to wait for Sayane to arrive from her journey from Karuizawa. She arrived with our tickets to teamLAB Borderless which is a “light museum” I suppose... it’s a large space with no guidebook or map, you simply wander around the space to experience the light displays. We were almost the first in the queue so were instructed to scan our tickets, check away our bags and watch a quick video before we entered through the black curtains. Inside there were darkened hallways leading to rooms with different displays and unique atmospheres in each one. The art changes throughout the day so you can visit the same room or space a few times and it will be different. Characters like bunnies and tigers are projected onto the walls, flowers and leaves float around on the floor, some rooms had hanging lamps and strips of LED lights that changed colour with the music. One room had interactive figures that danced or made noise as it detected your presence nearby and another was a circular room with waves on the cyclorama and some couches in the middle to sit on. It is hard to describe the experience in detail, but the photos certainly came out nice! At ¥3200 per ticket it definitely wasn’t cheap but I guess their electricity bill is quite high... After about an hour and a half we felt that we had seen it all, including visits to the same place a few times to see how the art had changed, and decided to have lunch at a very convenient Wendy’s located directly opposite. The bacon cheeseburger was a welcome treat of fast food and for whatever strange reason, this Wendy’s was having a promotion of Dutch poffertjes so of course I had to try them! They were buttery, delicious, and dare I say authentic? Although the powdered sugar was lacking I think any Dutch expat would be satisfied. Next we visited the Venus Fort mall to check out the architecture, the entire mall was very well done – the roof was closed and designed to look like a sunny sky, the shops all had facades similar to a European town, and there were tiles, a fountain, church, and streetlamps to make it feel like you’re really walking in an old village somewhere across the world. Sayane and I sat down for a Starbucks coffee and a chat somewhere among this grand plaza and decided what our afternoon would involve. Not wanting to spend too much money we settled on walking to a nearby observatory but discovered it was closed due to the lockdown when we arrived. Instead we took the train to the Liberty Flame and a viewpoint for the Rainbow Bridge which was very impressive with the Olympic rings in the bay nearby. There was another mall with a huge Gundam statue outside (I think it’s something from an anime...) so we took some photos and watched all the cosplayers trying to get the best poses with it. It was still so hot so we wanted air conditioning and decided to have a look in this mall too. This one was a bit more within our budget so we both got carried away in the shops and I ended buying a few more T-shirts from Hollister that I didn’t need – but they were on sale! After our shopping escapades we finished up with the luxurious Cremia ice cream, they were unfortunately sold out of caramel but we had a chocolate vanilla swirl each. It started dripping through the cone immediately so I was forced to devour it before it melted. Outside it was now the perfect temperature so we finished our ice creams there and then cleaned up our sticky faces and hands with a wet wipe that Sayane conveniently had. We walked back to the train station together, via a hydrangea path, and then went our separate ways. I had to walk a bit further up to my train station so I took a sunset walk around and got a few more photos before riding back to Shimbashi Station to check into my hotel. As I walked there I passed the Park Hotel Tokyo and had to do a double take as a realised I would be staying just down the road from where I had stayed in 2015 with Bryce! Of course I had to take a photo and send it to him for old time’s sake. I was assigned a room on the 11th floor which had a great view over Tokyo. After ditching my heavy bag again I headed back out to check my route in preparation for tomorrow and found a bakery with discounts on everything and picked up some pastries for breakfast and some pizza for tonight to heat up in my microwave.

#Japan #Tokyo

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ve1vetyoongi · 4 years

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Operation: Love Letters | 05

💌 CHAPTER INDEX 💌

♡ ⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader.

♡ ⇢ chapter word count: 4k

♡ ⇢ genre: mystery, college!au, romance, fluff, eventual smut.

♡ ⇢ warnings/rating: none, PG.

♡ ⇢ summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

♡ ⇢ schedule: updated every day at 5pm GMT in the run up to Valentine’s Day 2020!

"Do we really need to wear these?" You hold up the black hoodie and matching balaclava Jimin pulled out of an ominously heavy gym bag. "And do we really need night goggles and a screwdriver?"

"You can never be too careful. This guy is a total nerd. He definitely has cameras set up in his tech room and who knows what booby traps are waiting for us."

You throw the balaclava into your locker with a scoff but shrug and drop the screwdriver into your backpack anyway. Just in case. "This isn't Spy Kids, Jimin. He's just a dude with a laptop, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Okay, well don't blame me when one of his computers detonates."

It's final period and the halls are eerily empty for a college campus as you and Jimin creep down towards the tech room, alert and aware of each far-too-loud squeak Jimin's polished chelsea boots make against the floor and every door that opens and shuts nearby.

Before long you arrive outside the tech room where after a little research, you found out Jungkook holds his club meetings. You know it's the right one because there's a sign on the front that says TECH CLUB - THURSDAY'S AT NOON - PRESIDENT: JEON JUNGKOOK.

If your calculations were correct, Jungkook had class for another twenty minutes, offering you and Jimin the perfect opportunity to gather clues — except you're suddenly overcome with nerves that make you shiver as you stop dead outside the door, seconds ticking by as you give yourself a mental pep talk.

"Are you having second thoughts about breaking in?" Jimin asks, squeezing your shoulder gently.

"No." You swallow. "It's just, what if this is another dead end? What if we're wasting our time again and my admirer isn't even Jungkook?"

"I mean, maybe Jungkook was under our noses this whole time. You were a 100% match, remember?" Jimin shrugs his shoulders with a smile. "You'll never know unless we find out once and for all."

You return his smile with a firm nod of your head. "You're right. It's now or never."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Jimin holds out his pinky finger and you take it in your own. "Whatever happens, I'll be by your side the whole time, okay? In the name of Operation Love Letters?"

"In the name of Operation Love letters." You confirm, your hand finally finding the door handle while you take a deep breath as you prepare for your introduction into a life of crime.

Here we go...

But much to your surprise, no matter how hard you twist it, the door remains stiff and closed. Even when you try and barge it with your shoulder, it doesn't budge a single inch, and you turn to Jimin with a roll of your eyes.

"It's locked!" You hiss, slapping a hand to your forehead. "Why didn't we think of this?"

"This is a problem." Jimin bends to his knees and peers at the key hole. "Looks like the key is custom made. Which means there's probably only one of them."

"So? What does that mean?"

"It means we have to find a way in straight from the source."

"You mean steal Jungkook's key?"

"I mean, I'd call it borrowing, but yeah, I guess." Jimin shrugs with a smirk. "You in?"

"Duh." You roll your eyes. "You got a plan?"

"Your lack of faith in me is hurtful." He grasps his chest like he's in pain. "Of course I have a plan! Now hurry, we don't have time to waste! It's Valentine's Day tomorrow and we need to get you your man!"

The campus cafeteria is bustling with life when Jimin hands you a lunch tray and drags you behind him to join the queue.

"Dude, we don't have time for a snack break!" You whine, buzzing with adrenaline at the thought of uncovering the sender of your note. "You said we were gonna find my secret admirer?"

"Just trust me!" Jimin counters, holding a finger to his lips as he stands on his tippy toes to peer towards the far corner of the cafeteria. "Jungkook and the tech team meet here every day at 2:30." He pulls back his sleeve, tapping the face of his watch with a smug smile. "And if my calculations are correct, Jungkook should be arriving right about..."

"Now." You finish, as you see the tech club crowd into the cafeteria, occupying a table in the far corner and launching in to an in depth conversation about some new video game they were all playing.

With them is a boy with dark bangs and a pair of glasses, gripping the straps of his backpack tightly as he flashes his bunny-like smile at the guy beside him. He pulls a portable gaming console out of the front pocket of his denim dungarees and even from where you stand a few meters away you can pick up the excitement in his voice as he tells the girl beside him all about it.

A total nerd, you note, but a totally cute nerd at that.

"And here we have a wild Jeon Jungkook in his natural habitat." Jimin announces as he pulls you to hide behind a pillar out of sight as Jungkook's friends say their goodbyes and leave for their afternoon classes, leaving him to finish his lunch alone.

"You really think this guy could've sent me the love letter?" You ask skeptically.

"There's only one way to find out." Jimin whispers back. "Leave it to me."

"What? Hey...wait up!"

You're almost too weak in the knees to care when a lunch lady slaps a pile of questionably appetising mashed potatoes onto your tray, hurrying after Jimin as he pushes through the crowd and stalks right up to the empty seat next to where Jeon Jungkook sits and chows down on a sandwich with one hand while his other works on the gaming console his eyes remain glued to.

"Hey, are you sure about this?" You whisper harshly. "Shouldn't we at least try to be subtle? We can't just ask him outright for the key!"

"Relax, me and Jungkook go way back, we took a filler class together last semester. This will be a piece of cake."

And with that, Jimin slaps down his lunch tray in the seat opposite Jungkook and leans forward on his elbows to greet him with a far-to-wide smile beneath his baker boy hat.

"Hey, Jungkook! What's up? Long time no see huh?"

Jungkook stops mid bite, blinking at Jimin in confusion before his eyes slowly drift up to where you hover behind him awkwardly. He pulls his headphones around his neck and chokes on the bite of sandwich he was in the middle of swallowing.

Your eyes widen, lurching forward to hand him your bottle of water which he glugs in a matter of seconds, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, though he's unable to curb the way his jaw drops when he looks up again and sees Jimin's never faltering Cheshire grin and you beside him, still sat there looking at him with concern.

"Y-Y/N?" He manages to splutter. "What are you doing here?"

Jimin jerks you down into the seat beside him, breaking Jungkook's rapt and wide eyed stare by snapping his fingers to get his attention. "We're here to ask you about the Love Calculator. Do you know anything about it?"

"Y-yeah. I created it." Jungkook coughs, a look of pure panic striking his features. "Why? W-who said something?"

"Nobody said anything!" You interject before Jimin can forcefully probe the terrified kid any further with his bad cop act, flashing him a glance that says leave it to me as you take the reigns. "I just thought it was really cool and I uh...had an idea for a similar project that I think you might be interested in. Right Jimin?"

Jimin furrows his eyebrows, but nods slowly anyway. "Right..."

"But the thing is, I don't know how to code so I'm kinda stumped..."

That sparks something in the quiet boy opposite you, and he suddenly sits up straight, pushing his round glasses up his nose eagerly. "I-I can code!"

"You can?" You smile sweetly, even fluttering your eyelashes for extra measure. "Do you think you could maybe...help us — me — out?"

"Sure!" Jungkook's eyes are wide and sparkling now as he fiddles awkwardly with the braces over top of his plaid shirt. "J-just drop by the tech r-room after class and I'll show you anything you need to know.

"Perfect. That way we can spend some time together, too." You purr with an award winning smile. Was that too much? You wince at the sugary sweetness in your tone when Jungkook suddenly jumps to his feet and blinks at you in disbelief.

"I uh...gotta go!" His lunch tray rattles as he throws his backpack over his shoulders. "See y-you around."

"Wait!" Jungkook freezes when you chase after him and throw your arms around his neck in a tight embrace, hand quietly sneaking around to slip into his jacket pocket as you do and curling around something cold and sharp. "Thanks for all your help Jungkook. It really means a lot."

Jungkook scrunches his nose and shuffles backwards when you let go, bumping into a freshman as he does. "N-no problem. See ya!" And with that, you and Jimin watch as he speed walks down the hall.

"What the heck? You let him get away!" Jimin whines, glancing over his shoulder as Jungkook disappears among the crowd of college students and you pull him roughly by the elbow into an empty nearby supply closet.

Once you're sure the coast is clear, you open your palm, revealing a shiny silver key dangling from your middle finger with a smug smile. "Bingo."

"I'm impressed." A smirk appears on Jimin's face, and he offers you a triumphant fist bump. "The student has become the master."

"Ta da!" The key turns in the lock and, after checking the halls are empty, you push open the door to the tech room with a smug grin. "We're in."

"You're in." Jimin corrects, shoving his foot in between the door frame so you can't lock it behind you. "I volunteer to keep watch. You know, just in case classes end early or something and we need to get away quick!"

You roll your eyes but enter without much protest. "Fine. But you better tell me if you see anything suspicious."

"Yes, Sarge." Jimin salutes, before settling with his legs crossed against the door frame.

The tech room is pitch black, but you don't want to arouse suspicion by turning on the lights, so you flick on your phone torch instead to get your bearings.

A couple beanbags sit in the corner surrounding a video game console, the far wall lined by a row of computers with headsets rested neatly on top.

There's a cabinet filled with DVD's and age-old floppy disks, and you thumb through them hurriedly but are met with nothing but dust and disappointment, so you move on to the chest-height drawers instead. Again, you find nothing of interest; just USB sticks and used printer cartridges.

"Jimin," You whisper. "What am I even supposed to be looking for? This whole place is clean!"

"Try logging into his computer," Jimin calls, poking his head into the hall to check the coast is clear before reappearing and tapping his watch to hurry you. "We don't have much time left, class is almost over."

Without further ado, you sink into Jungkook's plush office chair, wheeling yourself under his desktop and flicking the green on switch on his monitor. It takes a couple seconds for the screen to boot up before you're met with a background of Jungkook's white fluffy dog and a password pop up.

Darn it. Of course it's password protected, he wouldn't be that dumb...but wait! Maybe there is a way you can find it.

Your hand feels around beneath his desk and before long your fingers curl around a piece of paper that has been taped to the underside.

"Oldest trick in the book." You chuckle with a smug smile. Wasn't he ever taught not to keep his password in plain sight? So much for studying cyber security.

Without further ado you pull out his keyboard and let your fingers flit across the keys with a nauseous excitement in your stomach. You take a deep breath when you hit enter...except no matter how many times you do, nothing happens. The computer screen just remains unchanging with the same taunting ENTER PASSWORD pop up staring at you from behind the eyes of a tiny puppy.

"What the— Jimin!" You hiss. "I think his computer is broken, I can't log in."

Jimin rolls his eyes and removes his foot from where it holds the door open to come and take a look for himself. "You're probably just doing it wrong."

A couple minutes later and no matter how many times Jimin checks it's plugged into the outlet or how hard you press on the keys, you just can't get it to work. It's almost like a sick joke. You've got this close to finding out the truth and now technology decides to turn against you!

"Goddamnit!" Frustration floods your veins as you lift the keyboard up and throw it back down on the desk again with a huff. "Why won't this stupid thing work!"

Jimin's eyes widen. "Did you hear that?"

"What?" You bark with a roll of your eyes, still defeated by your battle with the keyboard. "I didn't hear anything."

"No, do that again...with the keyboard."

Your brows furrow. "This?" You lift the keyboard up again and this time when it collides with the desk top you hear it. A clunk from inside the keyboard.

"There it is again!" Jimin brushes you aside to wrap his own hands around the appliance, lifting it up to his face and shaking it like a rattle. Sure enough, the "I think this is just a dummy keyboard. There's something hidden inside!"

"Well hurry up and open it then!" You exclaim, and Jimin drops to his knees to rummage through his black gym bag.

"Told you the screwdriver would come in handy." He says as he hands it to you and you send him a scowl before starting on the tiny screws keeping the back of the keyboard closed.

After a couple twists, the keyboard suddenly pops open, and Jimin is practically hopping from foot to foot as you tip it upside down and shake it back and forth until it's contents plonks out onto the table top.

"What is it?" Jimin gasps, when you hold up a red file labelled TOP SECRET.

"This is what he's hiding?" You mumble as you leaf through the sheets of paper held inside by a paperclip. "What's so special about a bunch of paper?"

Jimin stops you when you start flicking through too fast. "Wait, go back. I recognise that one."

"Hold up—" Your eyes flit across two words printed in pink ink when Jimin points to a specific page. "This is someone's Love Calculator results."

"Holy shit," Jimin gasps, finger prodding at the name at the top of the page. "This is a copy of your Love Calculator results."

"But why is he keeping it hidden away if—"

You don't have time to finish your question before the door is swinging open on it's hinges, Jimin jumping behind you in fear as a figure emerges in the darkness holding a baseball bat.

"I thought you were supposed to be keeping watch!" You hiss.

Jimin shrugs his shoulders. "I got excited!"

"W-who's there?" A nervous voice stammers from the shadow that spins around on his heels and swings the bat in his hand willy nilly. "Don't even think about stealing any of my equipment. I have alarms all over this place that will call the cops if you move a single muscle!"

"Damn it! What did I tell you about booby traps?" Jimin nudges you in the ribs but you're not listening, already jumping to your feet with your hands in the air in surrender.

"Don't call the cops! It's just us."

The figure freezes, before you see him feel around the wall for the light switch, flicking it on to reveal none other than Jeon Jungkook blinking at you in confusion.

"Y/N? Jimin? What are you—"

"Cut the crap, Jungkook." Jimin holds up the red file and Jungkook looks like he's about to faint. "You have some explaining to do."

"We know that you've been lying to us. You have something to do with the love letters and this evidence proves it." You bark at Jungkook, who sits opposite you and Jimin in the tech room with a lamp pointed at his terrified features as you interrogate him.

"H-how did you find out?"

"That you're my secret admirer?"

"What? N-no I'm not—"

"Then what were we supposed to find out?"

Jungkook swallows hard. "I...I changed your results!"

He slaps a hand over his mouth and stares at his shoes guiltily while you and you and Jimin share a look.

"The Love Calculator results?" Jimin prods, sliding the sheet across the table. "What did you do?"

Jungkook pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, grabbing his laptop from his backpack and scooting over to your side of the desk so you can all crowd around the screen which loads up with a black page filled with lines of code.

"Look here," He points to the screen and types in a few numbers. "I made the programme so that I can...input my own data into the system if I want to."

"Okay? And what does that mean?"

"Well it means that everyone who fills out the survey gets a list of people who they really match with based on their answers." He insists. "But, in some cases I can...fix things."

"Fix things how?" You say as he types your name into the search bar and waits for your results to load up.

"I-I uh..." He stutters, before the truth comes spilling out. "I changed your top match so that we were 100% compatible!"

"What?" You exclaim. "Why would you do that?"

"It's j-just, I've had a huge crush on you since freshman year and I thought maybe if you got me in your results then..."

"She'd finally notice you." Jimin finishes, and Jungkook nods pitifully with his hands in his lap.

"But wait," A thought suddenly strikes you. "If you aren't my top match, then who is?"

Jungkook presses a few buttons before he turns the laptop screen towards you, jolting when you and Jimin let out a unanimous gasp at the name displayed on the screen surrounded by a plethora of hearts.

Min Yoongi. 100% compatible.

Suddenly, the door flies open and you freeze, hardly daring to turn around when you hear the familiar voice that follows it. "Hey guys, what are you doing in here...woah, why is my name on the screen?"

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starrybethany · 4 years

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Pierre Engvall: Rewind by Rascal Flatts

Word count: 2331

Music video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPcASvgb7yg

Lyrics link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2LEJRDWJYG8

Wish I could reach up and reset that sun

Reverse these wheels go back and re-pick you up

Went by so fast, oh, so sweet

Make me wanna remake a memory

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were working today,” my co-worker squeals excitedly as I walk into the quaint coffee shop.

“Yeah, my plane landed yesterday,” I inform her, pulling my apron over my head and yanking my hair out of the strap.

“How was Sweden?” She asks.

I know I could tell her so much. I could tell her about the beautiful weather and how my classes were so informative and how the culture is just so amazing.

But I also just want to tell her about one person who made the whole experience perfect.

The one person who could convince me to avoid my responsibilities and stay in that foregin nation for the rest of my life, the person who I could stare at forever without noticing the sun rising or setting.

I could tell her about how he would pick me up from my host family’s house to go to the bar at night in his expensive little convertible and it would make my host dad shake his head and laugh and my host sister smile with jealousy.

Or how he would push me on the swings at the park practically every night and would tell me all about his hockey team in Canada and funny stories about how stupid his teammates are.

“Y/N?”

I snap out of my thoughts, remembering her question. I don’t want to tell her any of those things. I feel like my relationship with Pierre is too personal to spread around- I want to remember him intimately.

“It was good. It was really, really good.”

Wish I had me a time machine

Oh, I float the moon back up in the sky

Put a cork back into that sweet red wine

Put your midnight hair back up

So you can let it fall one more time

“2012.” He squints those brown eyes that I spend too long looking into at the bottle, reading the label.

“You spent $200 on red wine from 2012?” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Well it’s from France.”

I laugh at that and he cracks a smile, popping the cork and holding the bottle out as an offering. I hold my glass out towards him, watching as he begins to pour.

“Pierre that’s too much,” I giggle as he pours practically half of the bottle into the glass.

He laughs himself, pulling the bottle away and giving himself half of what he’s given me.

“It’s like you’re trying to get me drunk or something,” I tease.

“Or something,” he repeats, watching as I take a sip. “Can I braid your hair?”

“What?” I ask, confused by the sudden question.

“Can I braid your hair? I’ve just always wanted to try and your hair is so pretty.”

I can tell he’s becoming nervous by my delayed response so I nod, turning so my back is to him. I tug my locks out of it’s loose ponytail and ask, “Do you know how?”

“I can figure it out,” he answers. I can feel him move behind me and the Swedish music he put on to ‘cultivate me’ as he put it, becomes distant as his fingers grip my hair.

I lean back into his hands, closing my eyes and enjoying this moment of the two of us together. I don’t know how many more moments like this I’ll get. I have to leave to go back home in a couple of months and I don’t know if I’ll ever see Pierre after this.

It’s a summer love kind of thing.

His hands move to rest gently on my shoulders as my hair rests down my back.

“It’s not working,” he says in a hushed voice.

I hum in response, just enjoying the feeling of his company in mine. He lets it happen.

Untouch your skin

Unkiss your lips and kiss 'em again

“I used to be obsessed with astrology when I was younger,” I admit, staring up at the stars.

“Do you remember anything?”

“Um,” I point up at the stars and feel Pierre’s burning skin on my own as his hands slide down to grip my waist. “Do you want to know where the stars are or do you just want to fondle me all night?”

“I can do both,” he replies, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. I laugh in response.

“Do you see that bright star, right there? Follow it down and there’s the Big Dipper. And where the Big Dipper is the Little Dipper is.” My eyes scan the sky as Pierre squeezes my waist, mumbling something quietly to himself.

It takes me a while to focus but as soon as I locate the constellation I light up. “To the right and down is the Little Dipper.”

“What about, uh, Halley’s Comet?” He questions, leaving a kiss on the back of my neck.

“Babe, Halley’s Comet comes once every seventy five years,” I tease, turning around in his arms to face him. His arms slither to rest on my lower back loosely and he leans forward, connecting his chapped lips to my own.

I will never get over kissing Pierre. Everytime we kiss it feels like the first time and I could live with that feeling for the rest of my life. He pulls back and smiles at me, brown eyes gleaming in the moonlight. Then he gives me a kiss. And another one. And another one.

So good, so right,

This is one night I'm wishing I could rewind

“I hate to end this,” I mumble into his chest. “But I have class early in the morning so I should probably sleep before then.”

“Or you could just pull an all-nighter,” he suggests, tugging me tighter into him.

I grin. “If I pull an all-nighter you won’t be seeing me tomorrow night.”

“Then let’s get you to bed,” he responds, holding his hands out to help me rise to my feet. Our hands stay interlocked once I’m stable on my feet and they stay that way during the walk to the car.

I turn back that radio dial re-open your door,

Try to talk George Strait into giving us an encore

“Oh, a gentleman,” I tease as he opens the passenger’s door for me. He rolls his eyes but waits until I’m seated in his car, closing the door and running to the driver’s side.

“Are you going to play some more of what we were listening to on the way here or are you going to switch it up?” I question.

Pierre likes to put on a Swedish singer whenever we’re in the car to educate me on how many talented people come out of Sweden. I’m aware of it already since plenty of NHL players, including him, come from this nation but I don’t mind listening to music so I don’t say anything.

“Let’s change it,” he decides, “Have you listened to Avicii at all?”

“Only the songs that they play on the radio,” I admit.

“Oh, he has a lot more hits than that.” I watch as he pulls up his Spotify, smiling secretly to myself as I see his ‘Y/N’s hits’ playlist. I didn’t even know that he made a playlist of songs that I like. I wonder if it’s songs that I said I liked or if it’s just songs that we listened to together that I said that I like.

‘Wake Me Up’ begins to blast through the radio and I comment, “They play this a lot on the radio.”

“Then you have to sing along,” Pierre demands, beginning the drive back to my host’s home.

“Only if you sing too,” I protest.

“Y/N, I don’t sing.”

“Well, then I’m not singing,” I cross my arms as if to prove my point.

He gives me a look and sighs. “Feeling my way through the darkness…”

Re-spin you around

Replay that sound

Of you laughing when we hit the ground

“What are you doing?” I squeal as he pulls my door open and tugs me out of the car.

“I didn’t know I was lost,” Pierre sings along, wrapping an arm around my waist and gripping my other hand in his like we’re ballroom dancing to the song we’ve been listening to on repeat the whole car ride. “I didn’t know I was lost.”

He picks me up, gripping my waist and twirling me around, chuckling as I squeal in surprise at the action.

“Pierre!” I giggle as he continues to twirl us around. Finally he sets me on my feet and I’m laughing so hard I have to lean into him, too high off of life and love to be able to stand properly.

I can see it now how 'bout we

Float the moon back up in the sky,

Put a cork back into that sweet red wine

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. His lips ghost over mine as he says in a hushed voice, “I think you’re about to get in trouble.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.

He pulls back, nodding his head towards the front door of my host family’s home. I follow his eyeline to see my host father standing on the porch, arms crossed, but a fond smile on his face.

“I guess that’s my queue.” I kiss his cheek, a tradition we’ve started since he first picked me up at the beginning of summer. “Thank you for the wonderful night and the delicious wine.”

“Thank you for educating me on constellations,” he teases, kissing the back of my hand.

I roll my eyes at his gentleman-like behavior, giving him a final wave before walking up the sidewalk and stepping past my host father into the house.

“Don’t say a word, papa,” I warn him lightly.

“Young love is beautiful,” he tells me, ignoring my words.

Put your midnight hair back up

So you can let it fall one more time

Untouch your skin

Unkiss your lips and kiss 'em again

“I love your hair, it’s so much longer now,” my coworker snaps me out of my daydreams once again, brushing a hand through my long locks.

“Yeah, thanks,” I tell her, pulling it back behind my shoulders. Everything in me is telling me to fight the urge but I can’t help it as I begin to French braid my hair, pretending my fingers are Pierre’s.

It seems like a pointless act because as soon as the braid is perfected, I let it go.

So good, so right,

This is one night I'm wishing I could rewind

I wanna re-fall and re-fly

Baby, re-live this night

“Do you remember when we went to that museum and saw that painting of that woman without her top on and you said that your boobs looked exactly like hers, and then didn’t show me your boobs so I could agree or disagree? The nerve,” he shakes his head.

I smile, watching him drive. I know he’s trying to get my mind off of my plane ride home and the fact that I’ll probably never see him again. Our whole relationship has been based off of teasing and lust, so he’s just helping me the best way he knows how to.

“And then you spilled your drink on my shirt to try to get me to take it off,” I continue, causing him to nod.

“I wanted to see them titties.”

I snort, leaning over to shove his shoulder. He jokingly swerves like I caused him to do so with my push and I squeal, not expecting it.

“That was a good date,” I mumble, sitting up and suddenly remembering that a date like that is never going to happen again.

Pierre doesn’t respond but reaches his hand over the center counsel, gripping my hand in his gently and raising it to his lips, leaving a kiss. It’s enough for me.

Float the moon back up in the sky,

Put a cork back into that sweet red wine

Put your midnight hair back up

So you can let it fall one more time

“Why did you have to book a nighttime flight? I’m so tired,” he yawns dramatically as he pulls my suitcase out of the back of his car, holding out his hand for me to grip as we make our way into the airport.

“So I could sleep on the plane. Let me remind you that I didn’t know you when I booked the ticket home, I thought my host father would bring me back to the airport.” I try to bump my shoulder into his shoulder teasingly but hit his arm instead because of our height difference.

“Well, you got something better,” he responds, stopping at the check-in station.

We face each other and he pulls me tightly into his arms, squeezing me like he’ll never let go. I’m not sure I ever want him to let me go. My arms wind around him in return and I grip him as close to me as possible, savoring the last few moments we’ll get together.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get you a goodbye gift,” he mumbles into my hair. “I was going to get you some red 2012 wine but I completely forgot when I was at the store, if I’m being honest with you.”

I laugh into his chest. “I couldn’t even bring it on the plane with me, babe.”

“Oh, that’s right,” he pulls back, gripping my shoulders, “American customs and all.”

He gives me a fond smile, leaning in for one, last, passionate kiss. We suck all of the air out of our lungs before he pulls away, pushing me jokingly towards the counter. “See you later.”

“Yeah. See you later.”

Untouch your skin

Unkiss your lips and kiss 'em again

So good, so right,

This is one night I'm wishing I could rewind

The door chimes and I look up from the counter I’m wiping, freezing once I see who stepped in. It couldn’t be- no. Why would he be here, in America? I thought he played on a team in Canada? He stops once he sees me and I watch him for his reaction.

A smile beams across his face and he practically skips over to me, ignoring the questions that the boys he’s with are asking him.

“Hi,” he breathes out.

“Hi,” I repeat. I watch as his eyes flicker all over my face, from my eyes to my nose to my lips. They stay on my lips, the lips he’s kissed so many times.

I feel electric now that I’m in his presence again. I feel alive, like something left me when I left Sweden and is now coming back now that I’m with Pierre again.

(Float the moon back up in the sky)

I'm wishing I could rewind

(put a cork back into that sweet red wine)

I wanna re-live this night

So good, so right

“I never thought I would see you again,” he confesses, reaching up to sheepishly rub the back of his neck.

“Yeah, me neither. What are you doing here?” I question.

“We’re visiting the hockey team here.”

“This city has a hockey team?” I ask, bewildered.

His laugh rings through the small coffee shop. It’s a beautiful sound that I haven’t heard in a long enough time.

“Do you maybe want to go out tonight? And get some dinner and drinks and just catch up?” He suggests nervously.

“I would love that.”

#pierre engvall imagine #NHL imagines #toronto maple leafs imagine #pierre engvall x reader #pierre engvall fanfic

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wiener-blut · 4 years

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concert report, I guess

Idk if anyone wants to hear this, but here’s my memories from the Lindemann show in Leipzig, 14th february 2020. Keep in mind, all of this is my own opinion, I don’t mean to attack anyone here, and that I could easily be mistaken with some, my memory loves playing games with me :^) Also if you’re still to attend a concert and don’t want to be spoilered, avoid this, obviously.

Waiting.

Drove by bike to the venue, arrived at around 1.30/2pm. Around 15 people were already there, waiting. They were really nice altogether. Into 3pm, people started to form a disciplined queue. Shitty weather, but at least no heavy rain. Cold, though. 4pm; I decided to drive back home to get rid of our bag (on my way to the bikes a man in his fifties asked me who’s playing tonight, pointing at the crowd, bewildered, I responded “Lindemann, front singer of Rammstein”, he was like “I read he was born here!!” super excited that he knew – he was cute lol so confused by how crazy people are); got into a rather unpleasant rainfall on my way back to the venue. 5pm; people were told to not stand on the street, so people gathered all around us, ignoring the built queue from before; assholes tried to cut in line. Got really crowded, people in front us were still being really kind and considerate, people behind us not so much. Last hour went by quickly, good company around us, save for some idiots. 6.30pm; security let us in – people from behind were pushing, not cool. Inside the venue, it was really chill, I even waited for @haifisch-ohne-traenen, walked inside, people gathered around in the middle, low-key ran to our spot in the first row, right in front of Peter AW YEAH!!! Another wait til 8pm, filled with squeezing through people to get to the toilet and back, and chatting with the two guys behind us.

Jadu.

Shit, I’m so gay. She literally owned the stage so hard and her band mates were so cute and the keyboarder interacted with us a lot, he kept grinning at us whenever he saw us singing along; a perfect opening to an awesome night.

Aesthetic Perfection.

Surprisingly good tbh? Wasn’t the biggest fan after listening to some songs on youtube, but they’re a banger live. Really set the mood for the main act.

Lindemann.

Oh boy, where to start. First thing we saw was a video of Till in a diaper, with a bald head and the goggles from drsg’95 (at least I think it were those?), running and dancing around on the street, sucking his thumb (note: I reckon this video was shot a couple years ago). Actually hilarious, a surprisingly, and welcome, light hearted start to the show. I’m just gonna go through this song by song, because I suck at remembering things and need some kind of guidance lol.

Skills in Pills

Good song, good opener. The crowd went apeshit, it felt like the air was exploding, really unbelievably powerful. Peter was looking at us (naturally, because we were quite literally in his face), making faces, which he kept doing throughout the whole concert. Till was wandering across the stage, it seemed like he was noticing a lot of people, esp. in the first row, including us, huehue.

Ladyboy

One of my favorite Lindemann songs. Was so cool seeing and hearing it live, I went absolutely wild. I think this was the first time they changed places, and Jonathan (the one with the braided pigtails) came over to us, and whoops I fell in love.

Fat

Not the biggest fan of the song, admittedly. Still a good one. Good placement. The first time I glanced at the screen behind them, only did it one or two times more. I came here for the music, not some fucked up porn clips, I can easily find those on pornhub, thank you.

Ich Weiß Es Nicht

Never liked the verse, but the chorus is so touching to me, idk why. Sang my heart out at the chorus.

Allesfresser

Okay so I came prepared. I knew what was gonna happen. First half of the song was incredible, another fav song. Screamed my head off. Then, cakes were brought and ngl, it kinda took away from this awesome song for me. I really, really did not want to end up having cake smeared all over me by the first third of the concert. So I watched out for them, praying that they wouldn’t aim in our direction. Ended up with a few lil teeny tiny sprimkles on my arm and in my hair (that actually came from a cake Jonathan yeeted over our heads :3c), nothing too bad. Cake was actually delicious. Last cake was thrown by Sebastian, Peter’s son, Till was standing in the middle, in front of the drums, stealthily (so he thought) pointing to our side, but Sebastian didn’t catch it and threw it into the audience across from us and boy, you should’ve seen Till’s face lol. He looked so mad, internally. Also I was really happy to get to rewatch a clip from Hänsel und Gretel on the screen.

Frau & Mann

I have never seen a crowd go that hard to a song. Probably the loudest on the audience’s side. Was jumping a lot, Till came over a lot. Guess bobbing boobs really are an efficient Till-magnet. Actually, when the line “Kann dich nicht vergessen” (“Cannot forget you”) came on, Till pointed directly at us, like no fucking lie, we just froze. I know, I can’t be for sure, blah blah, but come on, just let me believe he pointed directly at us ok. There’s a video on youtube, where you see him pointing into the crowd at that line, that’s where we stood.

Knebel

Best choice they could’ve made regarding the placing of the song. Everyone was still hyped up from Frau & Mann, Knebel topped it. Starting out so calm and lovely, I really like the first half of the song. Beautiful lighting, they were so pretty in the blue light. Scream point hit, Lindemann hoaxed us into screaming MUND but made a break, Till shaking his head at us. Haha. Funny funny. Eh. I knew it was gonna happen, so it fell a bit flat for me personally, but okay I guess. Crowd went absolutely apeshit. So insane.

Home Sweet Home

Beautiful song, so heartfelt and a really good way to calm down after Frau & Mann and Knebel. Almost cried, ngl.

Cowboy

I. Fucking. Love. This. Song. Second time I looked at the screen and wow ngl, Till looked really good on the rodeo machine thing with his cowboy hat on lol. Also the song where Jonathan came over again and I made a heart with my hands and he smiled at me and :’)))

Golden Shower

Such a good song. My heart went big badum badum every time Peter shouted “Cunt” into the mic right in front of us, it felt like we were bonding just through shouting “Cunt” in unison lol. Also there was this part of them taking turns in raising their arms to the audience in time to the music, and I was laughing my ass off, because while Peter, Jonathan, and Sebastian all were perfectly in synch with the beat, Till always was a tad off and idk man, this shit was just so funny to me like c’mon Till, it’s not that hard.

Blut

Ah, yes. Like I said, we came prepared. We had our hoodies safely (and dryly) brought to the coatroom before the concert started so we were READY to get wet. The one thing I didn’t know though, the sprinkler system at the edge of the stage started right at the beginning of the song. I expected it to go off in like the middle of the song, or with the first chorus. So, sprinklers started, I saw the water coming. I thought “ah okay it’s just a little drizzle”, but boy, I was wrong. It felt like we were soaked after the second (and last) time we got sprayed. And actually? It was so nice. You know how concerts just make you all sweaty and drain your body from all water? I wouldn’t recommend trying to drink the water that was sprayed over us (it just had a weird smell to it, idk), but it was a welcome cooling, in that moment. Just imagine you feel like a little crop in the blazing sun, and then, finally, you get watered. Bye bye make up, but I just didn’t care lol. I don’t want to know what we looked like after that song. About the song itself; I didn’t mind the “interruption” at all, Blut is a decent song imo, but nothing more, so it didn’t bother me as much as the cake war during Allesfresser.

Platz Eins

Another top fav song for me. I’m not quite sure how to describe it, but Till and Peter climbing into that balloon thing and shuffling “out of reach” actually heightened my hype?? Like I could concentrate on really letting go during the song, screaming the lyrics out like there was no tomorrow. Also watching Jonathan and Sebastian’s little choreography was so entertaining. Jonathan being lifted up high also was something for the eye, at least for me :^) Also I remember the light show because it was gay. As in, so many vibrant rainbow colors. When Till and Peter returned to their starting point, Till climbed out, and Peter was holding his nose like Till just farted lol. The balloon started deflating and Peter mouthed an “OH NO” and when he climbed out, he made jazzy hands like “hell yeah guys I made it, I didn’t die in here”. Peter is a good man.

Praise Abort

Tbh, I don’t have many memories for this one. For me, one of Lindemann’s weaker songs, although it still slaps, don’t get me wrong. Just not one of my favorites. Only thing I remember is being happy about seeing the ballerinas from the mv on the screen in the background.

Fish On

Here we go again. After Praise Abort, I asked @haifisch-ohne-traenen if we wanted to change places, she looked at me like “You sure?” and I was like “Yeah, absolutely” – “You know which song comes next?” – “Oh. Nevermind lol”. I like Fish On, it’s my ringtone, but like with Allesfresser, the anticipation of the chances of getting hit by a fish kinda ruined the song for me. I couldn’t enjoy it as much. Also I was wondering why they needed so much time between Praise Abort and Fish On just to throw on this stupid raincoat. We successfully avoided all fish. A lot of them were thrown back on the stage by the audience, two of them hitting Till on the leg and arm, and one of them bowling down Till’s water bottles that stood in front of the drums. Also, when all fish were thrown, someone handed Till a last plate of fish pieces that he threw into the audience, but it slipped out of his hands and the plate went flying across the stage, shattering on a speaker and almost hitting the security guard that stood in front of us. I swear, that guard looked like he wanted to murder Till right at the spot lol (Also, this security guard was cute; he greeted us before the concert like “hi I’ll be your guardian for the next three hours”, he took pics of some people from the first row for them, and before the concert started, he got himself some gummy bears which he stuffed into his pocket to snack during the concert).

Ach So Gern

I was so mad about this?? But at the same time I was not?? So when they started Ach So Gern, they played the tango version and I was like !!! YES and I got all hyped up because I low-key hoped that, maybe, for valentine’s day, they’d switch the pain version for the tango version, but they didn’t. I guess if they HAD played the tango version though, I probably would’ve been mad I didn’t get to hear the pain version lol. The pain version definitely is more suited for a concert, I guess. And I still love it. Praise Peter. Seriously, he’s a god of music, just accept it.

Steh Auf

Incredible energy in the room when everyone’s screaming “Steh auf” on the top of their lungs. One of the most powerful songs live. Also Jonathan came over to us again and [insert heart eyes emoji].

Gummi

Okay, everyone slander me, but I really didn’t like this song as the finishing song. I don’t exactly love this song and I always skip it whenever I listen to F&M, so this was the only song I didn’t know the full lyrics to. It just doesn’t have either a specifically “deep” feeling to it, neither does it have the power I would expect from the last song of this kind of concert, if you get what I mean. For me, it was just missing this last, final BANG. Either that, or have a nice, calming song at the end, that will make people cry and think “fuck man, I don’t want this to end, but it’s been such a good concert”. Gummi just fell really flat for me as the final song. The happier I was when they put on an instrumental of Wer Weiß Das Schon, even if I was really hoping to see that one live and in full length, but you know, life isn’t a bowl of cherries. Also I certainly would have cried. Alas, I did almost cry when they took their bows and thanked us. Till’s voice was so soft and he sounded so sincerely humble and thankful. I don’t know whether it did have any impact on him or not, but he was born in this city, after all.

Till The End Teaser

So instead of showing the video of Till getting sucked off under the Rammstein stage (which I’m still not convinced is real, but that’s another story, I don’t want to delve into it) they put on the first like two minutes of Till The End. This is gonna sound super snobby and ungrateful, but I just turned away. Like I said, if I wanna watch porn, I’ll open pornhub. The two guys behind us, however, were standing there, eyes glued to the screen and their mouths were literally half open, no lie, it cracked me up so hard like really? Shit, it’s gotta be hard to be a person with a dick instead of a brain sometimes.

Bottom line.

Everything was worth it. The hours of waiting, the mediocre weather, driving to the venue by bike, the “fear” of getting hit by a cake or a fish. The concert was amazing, outstanding, mindblowing. I don’t want to compare it to my first row Rammstein experience, because they’re so vastly different bands, and I want to keep them separated. But man. This was probably the best valentine’s day of all time, by far.

#lindemann #lindemann live #text

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naturaldisasterfanfiction · 4 years

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25. Part 3

Sitting on the floor of my basketball court out of breath, these niggas are really working me today “you tired nigga?” Ryan dapped me as he sat next to me “a little” I laughed, I been playing basketball since we came back, I invited some of the boys over to do that instead of going back out. Clearly the police will be on high alert, I did nothing wrong so I just thought I would do this for the rest of the night. I mean it’s not late, it’s just turning about nine “I am going to get a drink” getting up from the floor “look at this nigga, as soon as he starts losing he sat on the floor” I laughed shaking my head, my hands on my hips as I left the court. Maybe I am getting unhealthy, but they are whooping my ass on the court right now, I think it’s me. My mind is on the fact I done nothing, I am ignoring the fact I have so much to do and I don’t know what to do. I am not sure, I think London is peaceful but like I got no niggas to do shit with, it’s like I am bound to stay with Robyn and her friends which are cool but like where is my little friends, like I don’t know. I do like it here when I am not high as fuck, out here having fun. I just don’t like Robyn cussing me out, like that is uncalled for. I don’t want to say anything to her, I respect Robyn with all my heart, she is my wife, so I am just letting her get on with it and give her space. Tomorrow I will do something, with my home anyways. I love this home too much to let it go, even if the shit has bad memories I worked so hard on it. Sinko’ head shot up looking at me “man, I am tired” I huffed out shaking my head laughing, opening the fridge door. Grabbing the bottle of Fanta, banging the frige door shut. Opening the bottle turning to him, Sinko looked up at me again all wide eyed “what?” drinking from the bottle “you dogging us out for Rihanna now? She is having your baby” Sinko turned his phone to me, seeing the picture of Robyn and I which made me spit my drink out “eew, what the fuck. My phone” my heart is in my mouth right now “where did you get that from!? That is photoshop” that is the first thing to come to mind “you fucking spat drink at me!?” slamming the bottle down “where is that from!?” Sinko is moving away from me, but I am beat his fucking ass “what the fuck, why are you chasing me!? This is from her page, oh my god” gripping his tee “give me your phone!” I shouted “here, man. What the hell, you been out here lying” grabbing his phone, this is the shade room. That is a lie, it’s photoshop. Nobody is supposed to know this, I know this is not photoshop because I was there for the picture, but I don’t know, I am in denial. Typing in Robyn’ name, tapping on her profile “see, I didn’t lie” my heart just dropped seeing that she posted it.

Placing Sinko’ phone down on the counter “why are you so upset?” he asked “because I am stuck here! With you niggas, I liked it when nobody knows. Now look!” I shouted; everyone is just staring at me. I am confused, Robyn wouldn’t just air this out, what the fuck. Walking by some of the boys walking back inside “what happened?” hearing someone say “check the blogs” Sinko laughed saying, jogging up the steps. I left my phone in my room because honestly, I just didn’t want to argue with Robyn, I didn’t like that she is swearing at me, I was just trying to be the better man, but this is not good for me. What about me, why didn’t she wait for me. I thought we was doing this together and now I am stuck here with the vultures, she dogged me out like this. Grabbing my phone from the bed “Oh my god” my phone is going off, the time difference. Robyn will not be awake it’s so early in the morning there, but I will try, ignoring my notifications and calling Robyn, she did call me but just the once and that is it. All I am getting is missed calls from everyone and I do not know what is happening “come on Robyn, come on” I said pacing my room “fuck!” I spat; I am angry because she dogged me out I don’t know what to do.

I decided to call Mel, she is in Barbados and she never sleeps. I don’t want to speak to anyone else, I need answers and people are coming at me “I got your text nigga, you know I don’t sleep. You barely let me read it, what the fuck is up?” Mel picked up “what the fuck is she doing Mel!? I have been playing basketball, Robyn and I have been in a disagreement, what!?” I shouted “calm down Chris, didn’t she tell you? This is actually your fault. So I got the notifications from these fans, sending me messages of is it true. Some neighbour took a video of Rihanna saying welcome to the neighbourhood and the video shows your Lamborghini. The fans worked it out which meant blogs would pick it up, I called Robyn as soon as I found out. She didn’t take it well and panicked, so this is your fault in a way because of your cars. So she asked me what to do, I said break it before they do, and she did just that. She is angry at you; she doesn’t need you now and that you let her down. I said run your own show, but the marriage part has not been told at all” I am in shock, sitting on the edge of the bed “but I never knew! Fuck, Mel what am I going to do? We were supposed to do this together. I am alone here” I don’t know what to do “so is Robyn, she had to do what she needed Chris. I know it’s the deep end but just don’t act out and go with the flow” I feel like crying “yeah, people will come for me. I get the abuse!” disconnecting the call.

I don’t even want to look at Instagram, I can’t even bring myself to do it because it’s me that gets it with everything. They will say I forced her to be pregnant, seeing my mom calling. She has been calling me since I have been on the phone with Mel so let me pick up this time “hey” answering the call “you do pick your women! You got Rihanna pregnant!? She has destroyed you Chris, I cried hearing that news, why!? Why did you do to yourself Chris, no wonder you have changed. Are you crazy, those people made sure to bring you down, you haven’t been the same since being with her” worse person to be talking “I don’t want to be rude because Robyn wouldn’t agree but as much as she did me over, I also did to her. We both destroyed each other. Those people are now my family friends” I don’t want to be rude to her, I really don’t want that that “you will never see that baby, she will make sure you are some pathetic man on the side” I clenched my jaw “I will have more say in this girl’ life then I did for Royalty and Aeko put together, I am going to London. Robyn and I will be living together, so I will hear every cry, every diaper change, every gurgle, every burp, every smile. And I won’t miss a thing, you destroyed me, you left me out. Don’t ever say Robyn’ name in vain” my mom laughed “reminds me of when you started dating her, I don’t hate her. I hate you together” shaking my head “well we are together mom and trust me I will be obeying by her rules. I am drug free” the phone disconnected, oh wow she put the phone down on me, oh fucking well.

I don’t know why but I feel emotional, like I want to cry maybe it’s the hurt I am feeling from Robyn because she is hurting so much. Just hearing those words back to myself, I will obey Robyn when I have upset her. I wish I never sent my cars there, but I do want to change, I want to move there. Looking to the side of me “yes” she is ringing me back “hello” answering the call “hi Chris” I groaned out, not Dennis “that was nice of you, this phone has woke me so many times but I saw you call so I called back “I guess you heard” he said, clearing my throat “where is she? Is she ok?” I hope she is “erm, yes. Robyn is ok. She is asleep, she gave me her phone and doesn’t wish to see the things being said so I am minding her phone. Making notes of the people she needs to contact back and whatever, minding her social media but it’s a mess. Can I give you some advice, I have been working with Robyn a few years now and she is a strong character, but she rarely asks for help, or looks to people for help and she has with you. It hurts to see her become vulnerable, where she has asked for help with you and you haven’t come, it’s hard to watch. She really wants you and needs you here. It’s happened now with the cars. And reading things, it’s rude. And I hurt for you both, you should be back” putting my head down “tell her to call me, please” I need to hear her “I will, think about it. You need someone to mind your social too” I don’t trust anyone to do that for me like that “yeah, tell her please” I can imagine Robyn not wanting to know and ignore this request, but I do feel so bad about this.

I didn’t want to go downstairs but I did, and it’s like nobody left even though I have been upstairs for a few hours, I want them gone “hey, y’all! I need y’all go to, something came up and I need to deal with something that came up” I sound like I am upset but they don’t know the half of it “congratulations, like you got the fucking crown nigga. You got Rihanna pregnant, like you won. You won in this, you fucking won” Ryan pointed at me “shit, I know every nigga wanted that, imagine being her baby daddy” licking my lips smiling “thank you but I do need y’all to go, everyone” they think I am joking “whatever you want boss” watching Sinko walk over to me “so that is it huh, London visits been for that?” nodding my head “it has” I mean it is out now “you really got the love of your life knocked up, I can’t even fucking write it. How?” Sinko is in disbelief “one night, like she said. It was just one night, it happened. I fainted when I found out, I just need to have some alone time. You know, it’s not easy and that. I am happy but it’s just politics” dapping Sinko “cool, I got you. I am just shocked man, you did the full thing” he doesn’t know that I am also married, I have already been a bad husband. I am taking Zeus and running, I need to run because shit is coming my way now, I am going to have a queue of people, I need to call my bodyguard too.

Feeling my phone ring out on my chest, I just closed my eyes too “oh god” Royalty is awake at this time, you got to be kidding me right. I am ignoring everyone but this is my daughter, answering the call clearing my throat “hello” I answered “you know damn well it ain’t Royalty, her ass is asleep” I closed my eyes hearing Nia’ voice “I knew you would pick up if it was her name calling, now what the hell is going on? I mean I called your mom, but she was no use to me. She said you ruined yourself and now she lost her son, Rihanna Chris? Really? I saw the post and the little devil herself smiled at me and didn’t say anything” I guess that was Royalty “I am also married” I blurted out “what!?” Nia shouted down my ear “hold up, Chris. What? Are you ok? I mean you aren’t drugged up right?” Nia said in shock “I took Royalty to Mexico and she was there for the day, I eloped with Rihanna. I am married Nia, I am not drugged. This is me, I stopped drugs since being with her” the phone fell silent, I just felt like saying it and I don’t know if it was a good or bad thing “I am literally getting emotional from the shock, oh my god. Wait, is that why. That child of mine knew” she said down the phone “you married your teenage love, awww Chris. Wow. That is shocking, I mean she didn’t put that on there” I swallowed hard “I know, that is us hiding away from the backlash, but yeah” I sound so sad “you don’t sound happy, I mean you married Rihanna!? Come on!” that made me laugh “I mess up things and it’s like I am losing things here, I don’t know” I am confused “fuck those things, like I don’t know. I mean we only share a daughter, that is amazing Chris. You stopped drugs? Wow, I am super happy for you. Like for my daughter too, but for you. Chris, this is really good” I literally made a mess, a mess Robyn is having to deal with alone “don’t tell anyone about the married thing, I need to go back to London. I didn’t manage to get Royalty’ gifts, tell her I am sorry” I think I need to just go now “acting like you not going to speak to her, you can tell her that but I can always get it her, just tell me it. Wow, this is unreal. Married, but I won’t say anything. Just know that I am happy for you, I think also Royalty is happy for you, you know she is your biggest fan” that she is.

For my own sanity I didn’t bother to be with my phone, but my own mind is just racing. Dennis bless his soul; he is taking it for me. And it is what it is now, I guess it’s out there now but not the way I wanted it too. It was rushed, no content behind it “are you awake?” Dennis said outside my door “come in!” I shouted, I heard him earlier come to ask if I was awake, but I didn’t want to know so he has come back around again “drama, drama, drama. I feel like your assistant. Tina is awake by the way, she is helping me too, so. How is Robyn, and baby Fenty” Dennis climbed onto the bed “we are stressed” rubbing my bump smiling “stop it, I turned off your comments. First time ever, I was done. Sorry” nodding my head “that is fine, what is the damage?” Dennis should quit photography and be my assistant because he is good at this “me and Tina was going back and forth, both Jay’ are after you, shock horror. Oh yeah. Chris called, he was in hysterics and emotionally not happy, I told him. I said Robyn is asleep or whatever, he asked for you to call him” I rolled my eyes “I called him, he didn’t pick up when I was going through it. Was he being emotional about it?” if he is then that means he will not let me be sad, I will have to console him “uh yes he was, Mel told me she called him because he called her. He was going around the houses, so he does know, she also said he was emotional about it. He said that he will be get the abuse about it, so what next? The picture is doing pretty well, it’s doing it’s rounds anyways, around the blogs and whatever” Dennis says what is next, but I didn’t prepare for this “ouch” I didn’t prepare for the pain right now either “ouch? Oh we not doing birth now are we?” shaking my head “no, I hope not anyways. Erm, so this is all getting pretty wild, I need to face both Jay’ I need to have my team on my side, I guess. This was all supposed to be clean sailing, I swear I had a fucking plan. So yes, tell Tina to prepare that for me. Was anyone happy for me?” I need to know “there was a few, but I think there was more shock emojis then anything. But they have really ran with Chris being searched by the police, you have a thug in your life. That is the words they used” rolling my eyes “nice” I sighed out “if you can just give me my phone, I will contact Chris. Thank you so much for taking care of that for me. I know, pregnancies are supposed to be magical and loving, but you know. People won’t allow that” Dennis shuffled off of the bed “I wouldn’t have it any other way” he is a sweetheart.

I’ve been feel the tightening on the lower abdomen, but it’s very random it will happen, but I think it’s me. I am stressing out, like I am happy. Let me just call Chris, I wonder if he will let me be sad with him. Tapping on his name, I didn’t bother to see anything else just speak to Chris and then get out of bed. Letting it ring out on speakerphone, if he doesn’t pick up then I am not trying again “Robyn?” he picked “hey” taking my phone off speaker and placing on my ear “Robyn, man. What the fuck? I am so sorry, I didn’t think that would cause an issue, I am literally wanting to move my things to you, that was it” he said “I know, I didn’t blame you. It happened now and it happened in a way I didn’t want it too. I did call you, but you didn’t pick up, were you sleeping?” he must have been because he is awake now and it’s eight hours behind there so now he is all wide awake “I was uhm” I already know, he is not saying it straight up “I was playing basketball, all you were doing is swearing at me, it was pointless Robyn. I missed it because of that I regret it, I am sorry” I sniggered “my fault then, I don’t ask much from you. That could have been a call about me being in labour and you missed it, you had a tantrum because I swore at you, now don’t you think I am even more fucking angry now!?” I spat “I am sorry, I was sick of hearing you cuss me out” I swear he gets on my nerves “I barely fucking cussed you out, I said you are useless when I ask what you did! How the fuck are you doing a mixtape when I am ready to give birth, you don’t fucking think. You think of stupid shit, you know what. Me, it’s my fault. I sent you to California with no guidance, I should know that you have no sense. God forbid you upset your fucking friends that need your vocals. I mean what is the third baby, you missed the rest” Chris put the phone down on me, I expected much when he said he is fed of me.

Looking up at the laptop “so are well in agreement?” Tina said, I have no idea what she said, “what did you say?” I have to ask “that you release another picture, with more words and just say how you kept it from the world. Jen agrees don’t you” my mind is elsewhere, maybe I should calm down with Chris “as for now, your publicist said to not do anything. Jay Brown wants you to stop what you are doing until then, but I say release something else, keep it going until they understand why you kept it away. Not a pity party but to also show you are happy. Because the post, when I read it. It was like oh shit, we got caught we are having a baby bye. So I think we need to make another post, equally goes to Chris whatever he is doing. He needs to show more, including the fact he is an active father, he also needs to shut up his baby mothers before we do” Jen said, she is half asleep speaking “I will say it to him, I will think on it. But ladies, be here for the meeting later I guess” I smiled at them “we will, oh my god. You are so adorable pregnant” Jen said “it’s been so long, and I am amazed” I cooed out, it has been so long since she has seen me.

I called him back since he put the phone down on me, I am doing it because I have been on his case and I am disappointed in him, but his emotions work differently, and I got to accept that. He gets side tracked and he just can’t help it, he’s the very kid that will go up to something if it’s shiny and not think of the bad. It’s me, I feel bad I should know him “hi” he picked up at least “hey, what are doing?” least like to know “sat in my yard smoking a blunt on my own, why?” he’s on his own, I expected his friends to be around “just wanted to know, I uhm. I am sorry, for what I said. When someone is wanting to be better, I can’t just throw that to them. I just want you to know I am sorry for that, when I release that it wasn’t because I wanted too but it was because I had too, I had no choice and I am not asking. I am telling you to come back now, you drop what you are doing because we are supposed to be doing this together” I think I have decided, to myself that is. That I may need to help Chris with himself, like I do forget and think he is ok so when he is sad and I am sad, his sadness is even worse then mine and I can’t be sad, I married him for him and I am just going to back off, try my best to not want to cuss him out anyways “I let you down, I fucked up. Like I shamed you already, I am so sorry. They all right I don’t deserve you” Chris is a wreck clearly “Chris, I want you back. Like now, get on the jet. Bring a bodyguard with you to escort you, don’t act stupid when you land here either. No weed either, listen to me Chris. Don’t read into anything or speak to anyone. Just come back, I am not angry with you, I need you” Chris is really crying “I feel alone though, like I don’t know what to do” chewing on my bottom lip watching my mom sit down “you do, you’re coming back here. I will call you again, I expect you to be making movements ok? I love you Chris” trying to hear out for him, I can hear him sniffling “I love you too” he seems really hurt, I think maybe I didn’t help, disconnecting the call “doesn’t he want to come back?” my mom asked “he’s not taking it well, I have been at him you see” my emotions is very much in the air.

#Chrianna FF #Chrianna #Chrianna Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Fanfic

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endearingsalt · 3 years

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Hello folks, I’m sad and don’t want to @ anyone but do want to be sad unto the public void so I’m writing this post instead of sending any DMs. Which is to say, don’t interact if a depressed Marie is something that’s gonna kill your mood!! Can’t seem to make a read more on mobile so might want to speed scroll

But anyways. I’m the kind of tired that makes me very nauseous, the kind of nauseous that makes me think I’m hungry, only eating makes it all much much worse, so it’s truly just a cycle. Especially since it’s painful, which makes it harder to sleep, when that’s already hard enough. It’s a race against time before I become too nauseous to bother even trying to sleep, really, but here I am, writing this anyway.

And none of my family gifts are wins this year. I can just feel it. I got my sister something she actively told someone to buy her, so (assuming I got the right model, please God let my father have been right when he told me which to get) I know she’ll at least like it, but she basically told me to get it for her. So that’s mediocre by default. I got my mother a small ceramic box that near perfectly matches a lot of the pottery she displays in the kitchen, but I don’t know what she’ll put in it, and I can already hear her like “oh, thanks... what am I going to do with it?” now. I got my father a scented candle, which should be decent as I know he likes frankenscence and I know he likes scented candles, but it’s hardly *special.* And my brother. I did crochet that Among Us Next Gen amigurumi I posted about a while back. Finished it today. It’s decent, I guess. FAR from perfect, and now I’m doubting whether it was even a good idea in the first place. Fuck I hope he likes it. I hope he recognizes it when he first sees it at least. Damn. Fuck. His Thanksgiving gift was the worst of that set, too. I just got done wrapping them using the last of the family Christmas wrapping supplies, so they’re all merely passable, like I couldn’t even give the wrapping my all. Like, did I even fucking try? Do I even care about these people? I couldn’t have cared even just a little? Fuck. I feel like such a negligent daughter and sister.

And I’m leaving tomorrow. Fuck. Yeah, I shouldn’t have come in the first place, I know, and I knew. My relationship with God is suffering under my feeling of guilt, and I haven’t even started working with that whole mess yet, so fuck, I guess I’m a bad fucking Christian too. Also bad citizen of the world. Fuck.

When I think I’m a horrible friend, there is a specific list of irrefutable times I look back on to prove to myself that I’m not. But most of them are from 2 years ago. Have I really not been a decent friend in 2 years? Fuck, maybe the one who told me to my face that I’m negligent before I shut her down and she ghosted me was right after all. Maybe she was right. Why the fuck did I think she was wrong? I’m not even done shopping/crafting gifts for any of those guys either, and it’s literally Christmas Day now. I let myself fall behind. Didn’t I care enough? What the fuck is wrong with me?

Normally when I come here, it’s like my other life was a dream, and this house is the only reality. This evening, though, it’s felt like the exact opposite. Like this, here, now, is the dream. Like I’m not even awake. It feels like one of my hyper realistic dreams. Like Oregon is the only reality and I’m hallucinating all this. It’s very disconnecting. Making me feel even worse.

Fuck, what am I doing with my life?

Fuck, am I going to have a meltdown in public tomorrow?

Fuck, how do I expect to make it through work on Saturday?

Damn.

Fuck.

I’m inattentive, negligent, apathetic, disconnected, unreliable, irresponsible, disorganized... fuck. Fuck, what’s even left of me? If I’m not a genuinely loving person and I’m not responsible and I’m not organized, what, pray tell, what is even left?

I can’t believe I’m still behind on my friends’ fiction. I can’t believe my AF queue is near to running out and I haven’t gotten to refilling it. I can’t believe I haven’t written anything in so long. Do I even care about writing? Couldn’t tell from my actions. I can’t believe I’m less than one book away from finishing my Goodreads goal and I still might not make it. I can’t believe I’m behind on my bullet journal again. I can’t believe I waited until Christmas fucking Eve to finish my brother’s gift. And for what? What was I doing with all the time that should have happened in? It’s not like I’ve watched a ton of TV or played any video games for longer than about 20 minutes in the morning. It’s not like I’ve done much socializing. There are friends I’ve ghosted to a disgusting degree, what the fuck is wrong with me? Where does my fucking time go? I only work 3 days a week, what the fuck? Why the fuck do I think I can do grad school?

There are many more such thoughts running through my head, but I grow weary of writing them all down. Tumblr might be dead enough that no one will ever see all this, and that may be for the best. As I said. Felt like needed to tell someone, but didn’t want to @ anyone, especially not now of all times. God knows I need therapy, but, well. Well.

Let us pray I sleep some of this off, I suppose. And that if any of it is true, that I think on it more productively in the future.

#marie talks

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somekindoftuber · 5 years

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vld youtuber AU (klance, part 3)

part one | part two

(I don’t think I clarified it in parts one and two but Lance and Pidge are roommates. Lance finished college two years ago)

After spending the weekend with Shiro and Keith, everything seems a little brighter.

Lance has an extra spring in his step that annoys the hell out of Pidge. He plays Overwatch with Keith at least twice a week, and they make a devastating team when they’re playing to win. Keith plays with a fiery, single-minded focus that would probably be scary if Lance wasn’t already crushing on him. So instead it’s just insanely attractive, the way Keith sounds when he’s barking out orders to the team. He’s a natural leader and Lance is stupidly eager to follow.

It’s time for Lance to make a trip home to Cuba to see his parents and he’s so excited, he only gets to go home every few months. It’s only for a week, but Pidge will take care of his cats. He mentions to Keith that he’ll be out of town and won’t be available to play for a bit.

Lance makes some vlogs while he’s home, and does them in Spanish because why not? He bets a lot of his followers don’t even realize he’s Cuban and this is his chance to show off his home. It takes a whole night to add the English subtitles because he doesn’t trust YouTube’s auto CC feature not to garble his words, but it’s worth it when he sees the outpouring of comments on the video, a lot of them in Spanish. He gets one from Shiro complimenting him left and right and it makes Lance blush and flail a little.

He spends every other minute with his family, teaching his nephew how to play the ukulele and cooking with his mom and he’s so happy to be home, he cries a little when it’s time to catch his flight back to the states.

He gets in an Overwatch game with Keith the night he gets back, and he tries not to be annoying but it’s hard not to gush about his trip over the mic. He’s halfway through telling Keith about some sea turtles he saw on the beach when he’s interrupted.

“I know, Lance. I saw the photos on twitter.”

Lance blinks. “Uh. You did?”

Keith seems unfazed and triggers his ultimate, taking out half the enemy team. “Yeah? I follow you.”

And oh my god, Keith follows him on twitter. Keith follows him on twitter. He’s suddenly freaking out that he might have tweeted about Keith?? But no, his account is public and he knows better. “Oh, uh.” Lance almost gets taken out by a Sombra. “Your account is set to private, so it didn’t tell me you were.”

“Oh.”

Lance is panicking a little because he wants to ask if he can follow Keith on twitter but is that too much? What if he keeps his account locked for a reason? What if that’s too forward? What they have is cool and he doesn’t want to fuck it up--

“You can follow me,” Keith says, quiet. “All I ever post is bikes and photos of Kosmo, though.”

Lance hopes the sound of his chair squeaking as he bounces in it doesn’t come through the mic. “I could always use more dogs on my timeline,” he says, trying his best to sound nonchalant. They play for another hour and then Keith yawns, saying he has to work early tomorrow. Lance bids him goodnight, then manages to wait until he’s brushed his teeth and gotten ready for bed before hitting the “follow” button on Keith’s twitter, @k_redlion. He then opens discord on his phone and goes to the chat with Hunk.

LanceyLance: HUNK HE SAID I COULD FOLLOW HIS LOCKED TWITTER LanceyLance: HUNK LanceyLance: SEND HELP

When Lance wakes up, all he’s gotten from Hunk is a few party popper emojis. He checks to see if Keith accepted his request and he totally did. Lance spends a half hour just scrolling through the mysterious secret twitter, and Keith wasn’t lying. It’s just photos of motorcycles in progress, his dog, occasionally Keith taking an adorable selfie with Kosmo. Sometimes a photo of a sunrise. He checks Keith’s profile and sees his birthday is in late October and Lance has to laugh. Of course he’s a Scorpio. Of course. Keith has less than 40 followers and Lance sort of feels blessed.

He manages to stop himself from liking a five month old tweet where Keith is smiling up at the camera with Kosmo out cold on his lap. Just barely.

July finally hits and it’s disgustingly hot, but it’s always Lance’s favorite month for several reasons:

More excuses to get ice cream,

More excuses to hit the beach,

It’s his birthday month,

It’s the month of Harborville Pride.

Pride comes first and Pidge is excited too, because the college town of Harborville might not have much to offer other than the university, but it definitely knows how to put on Pride. The city park becomes crammed with people for days, food trucks lining the streets with picnickers and grills and ultimate frisbee (which Lance is no slouch at). The marina becomes packed with boats. Most importantly, it means Hunk is coming into town for the weekend, so Lance will get to hang out with his two best friends like they used to - stay up late, watch movies, stuff themselves on junk food and Hunk’s homemade cookies.

The day of the parade (the first one, anyway) is a Saturday morning. Lance and Pidge wake up Hunk from where he’s camping on the sofa and they all get dressed, Lance in his blue, pink, and purple sleeveless shirt, Pidge in her black, white and purple hoodie, Hunk in his pink, yellow, and blue tee. Pockets stuffed with small cash bills for funnel cakes and hot dogs, they set off for the town center.

The parade is amazing this year and they have a blast. Lance convinces Pidge and Hunk to be in a selfie with him that he posts to twitter with the caption, “Having a blast at Harborville Pride!!” Lance then puts his phone away and doesn’t really check it for the rest of the day, having too much fun with Pidge and Hunk and all his other friends.

He’s exhausted when he comes home, collapsing into bed. He manages to open twitter and check it one last time before he passes out. His notifications blew up, of course, but one sticks out.

@k_redlion liked your photo

He kicks his feet a little. So it’s out there, Keith’s saw the colors he wore. Was it too forward? Did Lance unintentionally broadcast his crush on twitter? Maybe. Who knows how Keith would take that information. Lance passes out with his phone in his hand.

He’s in a queue for a game in Overwatch with Keith when it comes up again. Lance was casually talking about a band he saw at Pride.

“Sounds like fun,” Keith comments. “Pride sucks here. One tiny parade and then everyone just goes home.”

There’s a record scratch in Lance’s brain. Does that mean…?

“You should come here next year,” Lance says as evenly as he can. “Harborville knows how to party.”

He hears Keith huff a laugh. “Maybe.”

Lance sucks so bad after that, missing all his shots and dying more times than ever. He’s too distracted. Keith goes to Pride. What did that mean? It could mean so many things. He shouldn’t get his hopes up, he really, really shouldn’t.

“You okay?” Keith’s voice comes through his headphones. “You’re sort of sucking tonight.”

Lance feels a wave of hot embarrassment wash over him. “Ugh, yeah, sorry. Guess I’m just tired.”

He stops playing after that, saying goodnight to Keith and resisting the urge to scream at Hunk over discord about it.

Pidge is taking one of her high level classes over the summer so she can graduate in December, so she has little time to hang out with Lance. So he’s bored. A lot. Work at the cafe has slowed down, the only customers he gets are dying for cold brew coffee. He makes a lot of videos, records a lot of comedy Overwatch material, sings some covers of love songs for his channel. He goes to the beach a lot and posts selfies on twitter, making sure to showcase himself while also trying to remember that he has a few thousand followers and he should be careful what he posts. Lance starts playing some free games from Game Jolt for his channel and it gets a good response. His birthday is right around the corner, and though it’s on a Tuesday, Pidge promises to take the night off to celebrate with him. Hunk is going to make the drive in too.

He’s scrolling through twitter on a rainy night when Pidge kicked him out of the living room to spread out her study materials. There’s a photo of Keith smiling softly with Kosmo on his feed and Lance takes a minute to appreciate it, the warm lighting complimenting Keith’s ridiculously attractive cheekbones, Kosmo with his giant tongue hanging out as Keith hugs him. It’s adorable and Lance hits the like button immediately. He’s about to keep scrolling when something catches his eye. Lance sits up and taps the photo, using his fingers to zoom in.

There’s a rainbow bracelet on Keith’s wrist.

It’s almost hidden under Kosmo’s neck fluff but it is absolutely a rainbow, exactly the kind you’d get at Pride and Lance is about to hit the ceiling. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Could it? They’d talked about Pride like three days ago and Keith liked a photo of Lance in his bi shirt and holy shit. Was this a hint? Lance already liked the photo. He could take it back, but he didn’t want to?

Lance rolls around on his bed clutching his phone to his chest for the next ten minutes before opening discord to gush at Hunk yet again. Hunk, apparently, is getting fed up.

Hunk: omg just talk to him!! LanceyLance: i cANT Hunk: Lance you know I love you but this is painful to watch, just ask him out already. please. for me?

But Lance is scared. What if he’s reading too much into this? What if he’s only seeing a connection because he wants there to be one? It wouldn’t be the first time he’s made that blunder, cringing as he remembers Nyma and the huge falling out that resulted from Lance charging in head first. He couldn’t even repair their friendship after that.

He didn’t want to risk losing Keith, too.

July is winding down and it’s almost time for his favorite birthday tradition: an all-day charity livestream. This will be the third year he’s done them, and he’s expecting the response to be even better this year. It takes him a while to decide on a charity - he’s done a children’s hospital, first responders, local charities. Lance spends days trying to decide when it hits him. The next day, he makes the announcement tweet:

Lance! @LancyLance • 2m Hey guys!! Doing a birthday charity livestream on Saturday 7/25, 10am-10pm to benefit Disabled Veterans National Foundation! Will be playing Overwatch, Risk of Rain, Apex Legends and more!!

He goes about his day, feeling pleased. Later he checks twitter and sees that Shiro has retweeted his announcement with a comment, “Make sure to check out my buddy’s livestream next week! This charity means a lot to me.”

And wow does that make his day.

For the next week it’s business as usual. Work at the cafe (his latte art is getting better, but Lance keeps photos of that work sequestered on Instagram), recording videos, singing in Overwatch, playing games with Keith and Hunk. Lance can tell that Hunk is trying to push him to make a move on Keith, but he’s still reluctant. Keith hasn’t really indicated that he’s interested in Lance at all. Sure, they’re casual with each other, but there hasn’t been anything he could classify as “flirting.” Even though he’s opened up, Keith is still stoic as hell and Lance hasn’t figured out how to crack him.

It’s the Saturday of his livestream and Lance is loaded up with snacks, drinks, and everything he needs. He’s set up his room to have a fun backdrop and did his full skincare routine to make sure he looks good for the webcam, he even borrowed some fancy diffuser lights from a friend.

The stream starts and he gets about 30 viewers in the first hour, which is a good start. By noon he’s up to 400 which is insane, and the donation counter keeps going up. He set his goal to a thousand, and it’s looking like he’ll reach it before dinner. Lance takes song requests from viewers and has more than one laughing fit. When he gets into an Overwatch game, he’s thrilled to see Keith there, and shoots him a quick text to make sure it’s cool for Lance to point him out.

Keith (2:18): yeah it’s cool

So Lance introduces Keith and his chat goes nuts. Apparently Keith is crazy popular and Lance can’t help but notice how many declarations of “omg Keith is so hot” are scrolling past. They play a few serious rounds where Keith dominates everyone, then Lance creates a custom server with no cool down time on abilities and zero gravity. He uses it as an opportunity to do more comedy songs. Lance takes a short break, and when he comes back, Keith has signed off. There’s a text on his phone from Keith reading “gotta work on some stuff.”

He’s in voice chat later when some girls come on with mics and they know his channel. They’re thrilled to be in a game with Lance.

“Lance! I love your videos!”

“Sing a song for me, Lance!”

“Lance, I love you! Marry me!”

He laughs at the last one, playing his guitar. It’s not the first time he’s gotten a mock marriage proposal in a game. “Sorry, ladies,” he answers, strumming on his guitar. “I’m afraid my heart is spoken for.” He’s talking about his massive crush on Keith, of course, but no one needs to know that.

There’s some “aww” and “boos” but they don’t actually sound hurt, so Lance keeps going. He switches to Apex Legends which he’s spectacularly bad at, but he still has fun. By seven that evening, they’ve met their goal of one thousand dollars, but Lance encourages people to keep donating.

He’s exhausted by the end of it, but at 9:50pm Lance does his exit speech, thanking everyone who donated, thanking his friends who played with him, and taking a second to thank Keith by name. He hopes Keith is still watching.

Lance falls into his bed and sends a quick text to Keith to thank him. He doesn’t get a response.

CONTINUED IN PART 4

#youtuber AU #klance #text

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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What have you been up to today? Anything interesting? I decided to be a 14 year old again and watched video clips of my OG, ride or die, absolute favorite OTP this morning and I fangirled like it was 2012 lol. I haven’t revisited that ship in around six or seven years so it was surreal to see their scenes all over again and I was beaming all morning hahaha. Other than that, I do have a meeting in an hour but I find that more blah than interesting... WHYYYYY I volunteered for a shitload of extracurricular positions before this quarantine started, I’ll never know. What was the last thing you ate? My sister had found this bread recipe on YouTube last night and I loooooved what she made, so I asked her to make it again this morning. Do you know how to knit? Who taught you? We were taught in Grade 6 by our home economics teacher, but 1) I wasn’t interested and 2) kinesthetic learning has never been my forte, so I wasn’t able to follow from as early as step 1. What state or territory were you born in? Continued the day after, lol oops. I was born in Manila. Are you the type of person to dwell on the past? Only in such a way that I prefer to hold grudges, so on that front I’m technically perpetually dwelling on the past. I can get over other stuff relatively easily.

Are there many traffic incidents in your area? There’s a usual bottleneck spot three minutes away that gets really bad in the evening when everyone is trying to get home, but the traffic becomes a lot more loose when you get to the part of the highway leading to my village. What's your favourite genre of music? I vibe with R&B and some indie rock the best. Have you ever been for a ride in the back of a truck? No, I think that’s mostly illegal here lol. People usually ride the back of pickup trucks when they’re inside gated areas, but it’s a different story once they get to the highway. Are you currently downloading anything? Nope. I haven’t (illegally) downloaded a book since March-ish, and a movie since...2016, maybe. Have you seen any good movies lately? Tell me about them. Nah I prefer shows these days. The last good one I watched was Descendants of the Sun; it really lives up to the hype and is genuinely one of the better Korean dramas out there. It centers on a special forces captain and doctor and how their lives and respective careers intertwine in a war-stricken country. Does your father have any facial hair? He grows it but he shaves it off regularly. What's your favourite thing to eat for breakfast? Ideally it would be Eggs Benedict, but realistically I really like scrambled eggs, bacon, and fried rice. Did your grandparents teach you anything? My maternal grandpa was one of the smartest people I knew and from the second I was born he loved giving me little facts about every topic that could possibly exist, but especially about history and how things work or are made. My maternal grandma is super traditional and taught me more maternal and old-school stuff like how to be more ladylike, the different benefits of vegetables (like how carrot and squash are good for your eyes haha), and random facts about Christianity – basically stuff you’d expect from an Asian grandma lol. Because I didn’t really grow up with my paternal grandparents and since they’re a lot more reserved to begin with, I haven’t gotten the chance to learn a lot from them.

Do you want/have a Bachelor's degree? I want one and I’m on my way to getting it, but because of Covid the road to graduating has been slower than normal. The college has already decided and we’re only going to have an online graduation which really bums me out, and that’s gonna happen by late July. Have you ever written a song for or about somebody? I’ve never written a song, period. What are the longest and shortest romantic relationships you've been in? I’ve only had two stints and they’ve been with the same person. The shorter one lasted eight months, while the longer and ongoing one has been going on for four years. Would you go on one of those galactic space flights if you had the chance? If it was free, for sure. Do you like your license photo? Yes hahaha. The license people had a laugh once my card got printed out because I had a wide-ass smile on my face (the photographer said it was fine to smile, and he didn’t tell me off when I smiled with my teeth), and apparently that’s not normal at all because people would always choose to look stoic in their licenses. The amusement on their faces was funny to me and we ended up laughing together sksksksk. Are you into superheroes? Who's your favourite? I am not. I watched the Wonder Woman movie two years ago and that was really nice, but I’m generally not into superheroes. Spotify, Pandora or something else entirely? Spotify. The only Pandora we have here is the jewelry shop. What colours do you wear the most? I’d say black or mustard yellow. What was the last alcoholic beverage you had? I had a bottle of peach soju last Friday. How many televisions do you have in your house? How big is the biggest? Four. I dunno the dimensions of the biggest one we have but it’s pretty...big lol Have you ever been to Arizona? Did you like it? I have not. I like Arizona tea though :))) Do you have any exercise equipment in your home? Yeah we have a couple of dumbbells and my mom has a rowing machine thing. Are you a gossip-loving sort of person? Yes. Not the best trait of mine I gotta say, but it is a guilty pleasure. What brand of laptop or computer do you own or use most often? Apple. What did you have for dinner last night? We had some sort of Korean beef with vegetables. How old were you when you learned to tie your own shoelaces? The thing is, this was one of our exams in kindergarten, so I had to learn it to ace that test even though I’ve always been bad when it comes to hands-on learning. My grandma painstakingly taught me when I was five and she had to start teaching me weeeeeeks before the exam to accommodate how slow I am when it comes to lessons like that haha. Have you ever felt like you were making a mistake when dating someone? Certainly felt that way in the latter part of my first relationship. ^ Did you continue the relationship or end it when you realised? I continued it only because I’ve just never been the dumper type when it comes to relationships. I waited several months for her to realize so that she can do the breaking-up, but yeah those were several wasted months for me. When was the last time it rained where you live? Yesterday it rained hard all afternoon. Have you ever bought one of those 'As Seen on TV' products? Nope, but I like watching the commercials heheh. What brand are the shoes you last wore? Onitsuka Tiger. Do you think you look similar to your siblings? I do. You know how Snapchat has a filter that’ll show how you’d hypothetically look if you were the opposite sex? I’ve tried that out and my face just turns into my brother’s lmao, we look that similar I guess. My sister and I also look alike but much less - there are only certain angles where we do. Have you started watching any new TV shows recently? Mmm not yet. I have so many Korean dramas up on my queue – Crash Landing On You, Fight For My Way, Who Are You: School 2015, Legend of the Blue Sea, Itaewon Class, and Fated to Love You – but I take forever to start on any new series so idrk when I’m gonna start on one of these. When was the last time you sat in the back seat of a car? Around two weeks ago when my parents brought me to a nearby hospital to have me checked for my week-long fever. Are you good at answering random general knowledge trivia questions? I’m better than the average person, I’ll give myself that. Have you ever been obsessive over calories, exercise etc? No. What is your favourite shape of pasta? Fettuccine. Do you live to eat, or eat to live? Liiiiiive to eat. Have you ever played Cards Against Humanity? Did you like it? Yes, but just briefly and sneakily in my old school because Catholic school wouldn’t have tolerated a game like that haha. I found it funny, but I wouldn’t play it all the time. Are you going to work or school tomorrow? Not these days, chief. When did you wake up today? I was awake by 8:30. What is the time right now? 11:58 AM.

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robstar week 2019: day one

hey guys!! i don’t usually post my stories here but since it’s robstar week i thought now would be a good time to share what i wrote on this platform! i’m actually kind of nervous since i don’t know what feedback to expect or if i even get any at all, but i think overall this will be fun! me and @samdraws715 collaborated this year on prompts, so she drew her art for the prompt and i made a fic surrounding what she drew. i enjoyed it a lot to be honest!! you can check out the artwork she posted on her instagram! (which is the same @ as her tumblr) anyways, enjoy! and stay tuned for tomorrow!

Wayne Manor

Things in Titans Tower were peaceful for the last few days, which gave the titans much needed relaxation time. This led to Beast Boy and Cyborg playing video games against each other for most of the time the teens were home. With the free time they had, it gave Raven time to meditate, and Starfire time to tend to Silkie.

Robin however, just did the same thing he usually did when it was a busy week: just trained to keep sharp, and he didn’t mind watching his friends partake in their activities either.

Robin sat on the end of the couch next to Beast Boy and Cyborg who were playing their fifth round of video games for the week. Watching them banter over a game was amusing to him, for he knew the exact feeling of being caught up in a game as well. That’s how their free time for the week went so far, when suddenly Robin heard his communicator give off two short rings. He turned his attention away from the T.V and pulled out the device from his belt. He then remembered why the communicator rung in the first place, and realized what day it was. “Crap, why today?” The Boy Wonder asked himself as he slumped into the couch for a brief moment. He took a quick glance around the room and quietly got up off the couch and made his way to his own room, hoping no one would notice him leaving.

The door behind Robin closed with a whoosh and Starfire, who had been in the room the whole time with her pet larvae looked up and saw that Robin wasn’t in the room. “Friends, where do you suppose Robin went?”

Too wrapped up in their game, the boys didn’t answer her. Raven peeked open one eye and spoke to Starfire, hardly moving from her position. “Check his room, he probably went there.”

Starfire gave a light smile and headed off to find him.

Meanwhile in his room, Robin pushed back his hair and sighed. He turned on his computer and called his former mentor, who answered him almost instantly. He was greeted with the sight of a man who he hadn’t seen in a long while. He had almost forgotten what he had looked like. However, he was behind the mask, which was definitely not the first time he had seen him like that.

“Hello, Dick.”

“Bruce,” was all Robin responded with. He was used to talking to him but it had been so long since the last time he did. He didn’t know what to expect from the man.

“It’s been a while, how are you?” Bruce spoke with a low but warm tone to his voice.

“I’m fine. Sorry I’ve… been busy.”

“Crime rates for your city have been fairly low, lately.”

Robin rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeahhh…” he paused. “but I’ve been keeping on top of my training in my free time, and—“

“You do realize what day it is, don’t you, Dick?”

“Uh-huh, that’s kind of why I called.”

“Kind of?” Bruce said with a light smile.

Robin playfully rolled his eyes. “Okay, that is why I called.”

��Hmm.” Bruce paused for a short second. “When are you going to come?”

“Probably right now,” Robin looked at the nearest clock to check the time, then he turned back to his computer screen. “Wait, why are you out as Batman at this time of day? It’s not even noon yet.”

“I’m working on a case, I just left a couple hours ago. That’s all you need to know. I’ll try to be back before you get there, I’m almost done.”

“Oh, okay.” Robin said. “So… should I dress up, or?”

“You don’t have to, just because you’re visiting me doesn’t mean it’s formal.”

“Yeah, that’s true, I guess. So… I’ll see you there?”

Bruce nodded. “See you, Dick.”

Robin closed his computer and sighed once again. He stood up, and as if on queue, Starfire poked her head inside his room. “Richard?”

He turned around once he heard her sweet voice call out his name. His smiled when he heard her say his real name. It always gave him butterflies whenever she used it. “Hey, Star.”

“I apologize if I am intruding on your privacy, I merely wished to know why you had suddenly left.”

“Don’t worry, you weren’t intruding at all, I was just dealing with personal stuff.”

“Such as?”

Robin rubbed the back of his neck. “Well… you know Batman, right?”

Her emerald eyes lit up. “Oh yes, I have heard quite a few stories about him. I also recall you telling me about him once or twice before.”

He smiled again. He always liked how she remembered all the small things. He continued. “And you know he was the one who trained me to become Robin?”

Starfire nodded.

“Well, I forgot I was supposed to visit him today since it’s been so long since the last time I went to see him, and I was about to head out for that right now.”

“That sounds lovely. It is nice you are going to do the catching up with him. I am sure he will be happy to see you in person after such a long time.” Starfire said with a smile.

“I hope so.”

Starfire tucked strands of her hair behind her ear. “I suppose I will see you once you return. I hope you have a wonderful time,” she leaned forward to kiss his head and turned around and began to walk out of Robin’s room.

Robin watched her start to leave, but as he did, he came up with an idea. “Starfire, wait!” He reached out for her hand and held onto it, causing the princess to turn back around. “Come with me.”

Starfire was surprised at this. “Robin, are you certain? I do not wish to intrude on your personal discussions.”

“You won’t be intruding on anything serious, I’m sure of it,” he told her. “C’mon Star, it’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Oh, I’d love to, but… does Batman know?”

“Know what?”

“About… us?”

“Oh. Well… no, I didn’t tell him that yet,” Robin said sheepishly. “but I’m sure he’ll be fine with it, especially once he sees you. Besides, even if he doesn’t like that we’re together, I’ll be the one that gets the talk from him. He’ll just have to get used to it.”

Starfire thought for a moment. “Very well, I will come with you.”

The two of them left the tower on Robin’s motorcycle without any of the other titans noticing. In a matter of time they arrived at the manor. They stepped out and arrived at the front of the door leading inside. Robin sucked in a breath and rang the doorbell before hearing the intercom being turned on. He then heard a voice from the other side, a voice that didn’t sound like Bruce at all.

“Who is it?” It asked.

Robin recognized the accent instantly and smiled. “Hey, it’s me.”

“So it is. Just a moment.” The voice said before turning off the microphone. Robin and Starfire only had to wait a moment before they heard the door being unlocked and opened, and out came Alfred, with a smile forming on his face once he saw Robin. He looked just as proper as Robin remembered.

“Alfred! I’m so happy to see you,” Robin said happily.

“I am glad to see you as well, master Richard,” Alfred said as he put a hand on Robin’s shoulder. His eyes then shifted to Starfire. “I see you’ve brought a girl with you,” he said to Robin as his eyes scanned Starfire.

“Yeah, Alfred, this is Starfire,” Robin gestured to her. “She’s one of the members of the team,” Robin spoke as Starfire held out her hand.

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” Starfire smiled.

“Ah, yes, of course,” Alfred smiled back and shook her hand. He then open the front door wider. “Won’t you two come in?”

The two teens walked in and walked down the dark corridor behind Alfred holding each other’s hand. Robin looked at all the old paintings in the hall and the melting candles that were lit and the dark brown walls that gave the house its mysterious look. He had nearly forgotten what it was like to be back in his old home.

“So… is he not back yet?” Robin asked, referring to Bruce.

“Not yet, he will be very shortly.” Alfred replied. “What is it he called you here for?”

“I think he just wants to catch up. At least that’s what I hope it is.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing serious, master Richard.” Alfred responded. “If I may ask, why did you bring a member of your team with you?” He turned his head back to look at Robin and Starfire.

“I just wanted her here with me,” pink tinted Robin’s cheeks. “Do you think… he wouldn’t want that?”

“Not at all, maybe just a little surprised, like I was.” Alfred spoke. “You know, it isn’t like you to bring anyone home, or, a girl for the matter. I know how much you value your privacy, and, correct me if I am wrong, but I assume that she knows about… most of this, am I correct?”

Robin rubbed the back of this neck. “Yeah… why do you ask?”

“Oh, I just can’t help wonder if perhaps you two… are an item?” Alfred stopped walking and turned fully to see the teens.

Robin and Starfire both stopped walking and a red hue flooded to Robin’s cheeks. “I- uhhh… well, yeah, we are,” Robin stammered.

Alfred gave them a warm smile. “I am happy for the both of you,” he turned to Robin. “I am glad you found someone who you trust this much with this part of your life, Richard. I am also glad that you found such a lovely young lady to be your partner. It’s quite hard to come across people as sweet and as gorgeous as her, you know.” Alfred said as he looked at Starfire, causing her to giggle. Alfred turned back to Robin. “I think you lucked out majorly, sir.”

Robin chuckled and turned his gaze to his girlfriend. “Trust me, I know.”

The front door suddenly opened, and the three of them looked down the hall to see who had entered. It was Batman. “Oh, Robin, you’re already here. Sorry I’m late,” he explained as he began to walk down the hall to catch up to them.

“You’re still in your suit, sir.” Alfred started. “Why didn’t you enter through the cave entrance?” He spoke to Batman down the hall.

“I had to come speak to you about some issues regarding the case. I thought you might be up here.” Batman spoke as he finally caught up to everyone.

Batman saw Starfire and turned to Robin. “I see you’ve brought someone. One of your teammates?”

“Yeah, this is Starfire.” Robin explained as Starfire gave a wave, blushes visible on both their faces.

“Yes, I remember you mentioning her once before.” Batman spoke before Alfred came by his side.

“Oh, they are more than just teammates sir, they are an item.” Alfred said in a quiet but happy tone.

Robin perked up. “Alfred.” Robin raised his voice just above a whisper.

“My apologies, master Richard,” Alfred rubbed the back of his head. “I simply could not contain the secret any longer.”

Batman’s eyes went from Alfred to his former sidekick. “Hm, is that so? I assume this is the reason you brought her?”

“Y-Yes, but-“

“How long have you been together?”

“I-It’s been almost eight months,” the red in his cheeks hadn’t subsided and Robin cast his eyes to the ground and rubbed the back of his head.

“Really?” The masked man tilted his head.

“I- yes… and, I know what you said to me before, about not to get involved in a romantic relationship with a teammate,” Robin began “but… I really do care for her, and I believe she’s more than capable of keeping this families secrets, and-“

“Robin, stop talking.” Batman said as he raised his hand to halt him from continuing his speech.

Robin stopped instantly, and looked up at the tall figure in front of him. He suddenly felt super small compared to him.

“I know how much you care for her,” Batman began. “I said you shouldn’t go doing that before because I wasn’t sure how well you could decide on such big decisions like that. Seeing how well you manage your team and how much pride you take into what you do, I… I’m proud. You’ve come so far since your training and you have more than proven that you can do just fine on your own. Just as long as you can balance-“

“Both personal life and hero life. Trust me, I already figured that one out.” Robin gave a bashful look at Starfire once again, who had nearly smirked back at him, both being reminded of Robin learning that lesson when they went to Tokyo.

Batman gave a brief, warm smile. He placed a hand on Robin’s shoulder. “Then I couldn’t be happier,” he turned his gaze to Starfire, keeping the warm smile he had on his usual stoic face. “for both of you.” Batman leaned closer to Starfire. “I trust that you’ll also take good care of him, hm?”

Starfire giggled as she could tell Robin was becoming more and more embarrassed by the minute. “I will not disappoint you, Batman.”

Batman stood up straight once more and chuckled. “I appreciate your formality, but please, you may call me Bruce.”

Bruce then turned back to Robin. “Honestly, Dick, I think you really lucked out with her,” he still said with a small smile.

“Oh, I know, believe me,” Robin ran his finger through his hair.

Bruce chuckled once more and walked ahead to join Alfred, leaving just Robin and Starfire walking a bit of a distance behind them.

“So… it seems you did the “lucking out” with me, correct?” Starfire spoke in a silk voice as she laced their fingers together, watching the red return to his face once more at the small gesture.

“Heh, yeah, I honestly did.” Robin said before turning his head towards her with a soft smile. “Wouldn’t have wanted to luck out this hard with anyone else but you.”

Starfire bit her lip trying to contain the smile that she now had on her face. She tucked strands of hair behind her ear as her and Robin continued to walk together. “If that is the case, then I suppose I also did the lucking out with you as well.” Starfire smiled as she felt her cheeks grow warm.

Robin could’ve sworn his heart melted at the sentiment she just made. He felt beyond lucky. “I love you so much,” he said as he stared at her, looking at how gorgeous she was.

“And I love you too,” Starfire said contently as she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Robin held her hand tighter as the the two of them continued to walk down the corridor together, enjoying the moment they shared.

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imagineseclipse · 5 years

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Season 1 Part 7

The laptop on your lap was starting to burn your legs so you decided to move over to your desk to continue your research into the supernatural. Sighing as you moved two of the hundred plants that now crowded your room.

Since you had added more plants and lights your headache had subsided and you found it much easier to sleep.

“I didn’t know taking care of plants was so hard, they really need watering”you mumbled as you touched one of the leaves gently.

It was like you had formed an attachment to the individual flowers that grew in your newly decorated room. You ran your fingers along the dead stem, noticing that the longer you touched it the more lively it got.

It started out a dark brown but by the time you took your hands away the potted plant was a bright green.

“What the-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a ringing sound coming from your laptop. A box popped up on the screen showing you that someone was trying to video call you.

You clicked the accept button and held your finger against the webcam so that whoever was ringing you couldn’t see your face.

Stiles Stilinski’s head came into view and you immediately took your finger away, replacing the blackness with your “not impressed at all” expression.

“Seriously?! You’re now video chatting me?! This is ridiculous”you shook your head.

Stiles held a toy gun in his hand, waving it around like a child.

“Hey y/n, give me a second I’m just gonna add Scott to the call”Stiles responded, completely avoiding your outbursts.

“It’s bad enough looking at one of your faces a day let alone two”you snapped just as Scott’s face appeared on your screen.

Stiles stopped playing with his green plastic gun for a second, his face coming closer to his webcam.

“Y/n, are those flowers and fairy lights in your room?”Stiles smirked, amused. His eyebrows raised slightly and his brown eyes glistened.

Your mouth fell open and you started to stutter. No words were forming so you just went with the only thing that you could think of.

“No, shut up you dork.”you answered, slightly vexed.

“Can you both just get on with it, so I can hang up and be done with you two for the day there’s only so much I can take”you hurried them.

“What'd you find out?”Scott spoke into the microphone.

“Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder”Stiles reported.

You let out a laugh that wasn’t at all sympathetic.

“Sweet”you were impressed.

Scott looked at your section of the screen blankly for a minute before turning back to Stiles.

“Because of me?”Scott asked

“Because he's a tool”you cut in on the exchange.

“But is he gonna play?”Scott questioned.

“Well, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday”Stiles shrugged.

“Look, if Jackson gets back into shape before Saturday of course he’s gonna play it’s simple. I would say no offence but I don’t care... the Lacrosse team is shit well now that you’re on it it’s not as bad but they need all the players they can get”you offered your opinion.

“Except for you Stiles, they’d be really desperate if they asked you to play”you insulted him but he wasn’t listening, something in the background of one of your screens had caught his eye.

“Stiles?”you repeated.

As if on queue a message popped up on both yours and Scott’s screen.

‘It looks like - someone's behind you’

Without a second thought you looked around your room but all you could see were plants. Turning back to the screen you noticed that there was a dark figure in the back of Scott’s room behind him.

Your fingers couldn’t go any faster as you typed message.

‘Is your house haunted or something? Because there’s something behind you Scott’

“What? It looks like what? Come on. Damn it. What?”Scott started to panic.

At the worst time the screen started to buffer.

When it reconnecting the figure threw its self towards Scott, the line went dead and it was only you and Stiles on the screen.

Silence followed until you opened your mouth.

“Well, Scott’s dead”you concluded, a little freaked out by the events that had just unfolded.

The next day Stiles was nowhere to be seen, you were almost about to drop your books and cheer with happiness but that was short lived because Scott McCall approached your locker.

“I see you’re alive”you spoke from observation, poker-faced.

“Or you’re a ghost and you’re haunting me”you went through the several options as Scott walked next to you down the hall.

“Y/n, I can’t play this game”Scott said, stressed.

“Don’t then”you shot back as if it was the most obvious solution.

“It’s not as simple as that, coach is forcing me he also thinks I’m gay?”Scott looked baffled as he pulled his bag over his shoulder to stop it from falling.

You stopped on the spot, facing Scott as you took in his appearance. It took you less then five minutes to come to a conclusion.

“I can see why-

Scott gawped, he shouldn’t have expected any more from your response but even though he was kind of used to your sarcasm and abuse he was still somehow offended. You moved from the spot you were standing in, advancing down the hall with Scott in tow.

“What does this have to do with me? I can’t help you, even If I wanted to...which I don’t. I can’t”you held your books tighter to your chest.

“Can’t you do some magic or something?”he begged in hushed tones.

“I hope that was a trick question, it was a one off I couldn’t control it”you disregarded Scott’s pleads.

Scott was about to protest some more but he was stopped by his text notifications on his phone. His mom had just told him that she’d gotten time off work so that she could see him play.

The pressure had just gotten worse. In the time it took for Scott to check his phone you’d managed to disappear into the crowds.

However Allison came into his view, bouncing down the stairs happily in his direction.

“Hey”she grinned

“Hey”

“Busy?”Allison asked.

“No, no, it's just, uh, my mom, she's nothing. I mean, it's nothing. Uh, I'm never busy for you”Scott blushed.

“I like the sound of that. I have to run to French class, but I wanted you to know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow”she happily announced.

“You are?”his smile faltered.

“And we're all going out afterwards. You, me, Lydia, Jackson. It's gonna be great. Tell Stiles and Y/n to come too. Uh, save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go”she mentioned before disappearing in the opposite direction to you.

After your Art class you wandered back to your locker, to your dismay Scott and Stiles were waiting for you.

“Hey, come here”Stiles waved you over.

“I’m coming because my lockers there not because you told me to”you made sure you were clear before you reached the boys.

“Come here. Guys tell me what they're saying. Can you hear 'em?”Stilinski gestured towards the adults stood at the end of the hall.

“You’re using us to get secret information from your dad and the police force?”you raised your eyebrow at the goofy teen.

“Uh-yeah”he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Fair enough”you nodded as you leant into the lockers, tuning into their conversation.

“I want everyone under the age of 18 to be in their home by 9:30 p.m. We'd like to institute the curfew, effective immediately”Sheriff Stilinski informed the Principal.

The principal started to reply to the Sheriff but it sounded boring so you stopped listening.

“Look, we don't-“

“Curfew because of the body”Scott reported back to Stiles.

“That sucks so much”you frowned.

“Y/n, you don’t leave your house anyway”Scott turned to you. You raised your eyebrows at the beta, silently warning him that if he said another word then he’d be getting a punch to the jaw.

“Unbelievable. My dad's out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerk - off who actually killed the girl is just hangin' out, doing whatever he wants”Stiles flapped about.

“I’m guessing he’s ranting about Derek”you yawned.

“Well, we can't exactly tell your dad the truth about him”Scott noted.

“I can do something”Stiles cane forwards.

“Oh no”you facepalmed.

“Like what?”Scott queried

“Find the other half of the body”Stiles suggested.

“I knew it, another stupid idea!”you summarised the conversation.

“Are you kidding?”Scott voiced his concern.

After standing In front of your lockers for about an hour arguing with Stiles, you decided to actually go to your Gym class for once, usually you would ditch but since Allison was now in your class you had a reason to go.

Allison had sent you a text telling you to wait at her lockers for her so that you could walk to the girls changing rooms together. She didn’t keep you waiting long, you could smell her perfume from a mile away.

Sadly Lydia was with her, you didn’t need advanced hearing to know that she was coming down the stairs from the second floor. You leant towards the group that had stopped as the far end of the corridor.

You couldn’t have super hearing and not put it to use right? That would just be stupid.

“This is Allison”Lydia squealed as she introduced Allison to a Lacrosse player. Somehow you knew she had ulterior motives.

“Hi. Nice to meet you”the boy greeted Allison.

“She's the new girl. She just moved here”Lydia filled the boy in on the recent events.

“Oh, how do you like it?”The Lacrosse player asked, trying to be friendly.

“I like it”She answered honestly.

Another voice joined the conversation.

“So Lydia's introducing you to everyone?”Scott said awkwardly. You rolled your eyes, he was smitten. You knew because he reeked of jealousy you could smell it from where you were eavesdropping.

“She's being so unbelievably nice to me”The youngest Argent smiled.

You scoffed. Lydia Martin was never nice, she always had some sort of plan.

“I wonder why”Scott hummed.

Right so at least Scott was on the same page as you for once.

“Maybe she gets how much being the new girl can suck”Allison defended Lydia.

You decided to break up the two lovers by walking towards them tapping your wrist.

“Allison”you whined dragging out her name dramatically.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry y/n I got caught up!”She scurried around her locker gathering her gym kit.

You nodded and sent her a small smile, Scott and Stiles had noticed how different you were around Allison. Even though you didn’t know it yet, you were happy and you actually had fun with her, she was a good influence on you and already she could tell you were going to be a very big part of her life.

You were scared though, you hadn’t really had a female friend especially a close female friend since freshman year. But surpringly you had hung out with Allison a couple of times outside of school.

Although you’d never let her come over to yours because of the endless amount of plants in your room, and you would never go to her house because you were now well aware that her dad was a hunter and you weren’t really keen on becoming pixie dust.

“Let me just grab my jacket and then we’ll go”she pulled you in for a side hug. You still got surprised every time she hugged you, but you were slowly getting used to it.

“Where did you get that?”Scott quizzed Allison. You scrunched up your face trying to figure out why he stunk of desperation all of a sudden.

“My jacket? It was in my locker. I think Lydia brought it back from the party.”she mentioned facing away from Scott as she shut her locker.

“Y/n and Lydia are the only ones who have my locker combination”Allison added.

Scott looked over at you confused,he knew you were acquaintances but he hadnt realised how close you and Allison had become over the past week.

“I’ve never seen that jacket in my life, so it wasn’t me”you dismissed.

“Did she say she brought it back or did somebody give her the jacket?”Scott pestered for answered. You knew where he was going with this.

“Like who?”

“Like Derek”

There it was. Thats the name you had been waiting for. Derek Hale was somehow worming his way into all of your lives. You hadn’t stopped investigating him, and you had no intentions of stopping until you found out what he was up to, if he really was the one who scratched you turning you into a mythical creature then you were going to make him pay.

“Your friend?”Allison was so innocent she didn’t know what was going on behind the scenes, she didn’t know that her love interest was an angry werewolf, she didn’t know that her new friend with attitude problems was a pixie who could perform magic. You doubt she even knew that her own dad was a wolf hunter.

“He’s not my friend”Scott stated, you could tell he was becoming impatient by the tone in his voice.

“How much did you talk to him when he drove you home?”

Scott was becoming irritating with all of his questions. It was starting to bother you and you weren’t even the one he was asking.

“Mmm, not much at all”

“What did you say?”

“Scott chill”you breathed out, finally having an input.

“I - gotta get to class”Allison took a step away from Scott, tugging at your arm signalling that it was time to leave.

“Allison”Scott called out.

“No, I really have to go”she yelled back to him, you could tell she was abit freaked out by his sudden essay of questions.

For a while you and Allison walked in silence, you knew she was thinking about something.

“Look, Allison I know you’re new here so you don’t really know what’s what yet. But Derek... I don’t think he’s a good guy from the vibe I get I think maybe you should try and avoid him”you offered some advice. Allison looked up at you, nodding appreciatively.

Gym wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, you could definitely tell that you weren’t a werewolf because after 1 lap of the field you found yourself wondering if you needed an asthma pump like Scott.

Stiles had appeared half way through the class, promptly talking to coach before he approached you and Allison. A menacing look on his face.

“Not that I care but, where have you been?!”you rolled your eyes as you spoke to Stiles.

Allison watched you closely, she had noticed to look of concern flash across your face and she smirked disappearing slowly as obviously you and Stiles had a lot to talk about.

“Tonight-

“No, definitely not I’m busy”you shook your head, knowing where Stiles was going with this conversation.

“Doing what?!”Stiles exclaimed.

“I-i’m polishing shoes”you almost smacked yourself around the face for that poor excuse. Stiles stared down at your beaten up converse.

“Pshhhh, yeah sure”he snorted looking up to see your ‘I can’t wait to punch you in the throat’ face.

“Be at my house for 5”he ordered before walking off the field.

“I pull the strings here not you Stilinski”you shouted after him, scared that you were losing your touch.

2 hours later

Scott and Stiles’ eyes never left yours as you stomped into Scott’s bedroom, throwing yourself onto the end of his bed.

Scott moved closer to Stiles’.

“Did she come willingly?”he whispered, confused.

“I wouldn’t say willingly”Stiles pouted rubbing his arm from where you’d punched him.

“I can still hear you- you know pixie hearing and that”you warned before yawning.

“Anyway, what did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?”Stiles grew excited, proud that his best friend was investigating just like him.

“What did you find now?!”you groaned, not ready for anymore grim discoveries.

“I found something at Derek Hale’s”Scott turned to you. Immediately you became interested in the conversation, because your own investigation into the mysterious Hale had recently come to a stand still.

You were also quite annoyed, the boys had been pestering you and dragging you out to all these places recently, and you weren’t even invited to the one place you so desperately needed to visit.

“Are you kidding? What?”Stiles asked excitedly.

“There’s something there- I could smell blood”Scott revealed. At this point you were just frustrated, why hadn’t you made a breakthrough like this in your investigation.

“That's awesome! I mean, that's terrible. Whose blood?”Stiles asked sitting down at Scott’s desk.

“I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game”Scott planned, he was adamant that he was playing the Lacrosse game after Lydia had grilled him about winning.

You let out a small laugh.

“Stiles? Teach you how to play Lacrosse?”you continued to laugh a little.

“I have to be there when that happens”you added shaking your head in disbelief.

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haruine · 4 years

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DAY6 GRAVITY in JAKARTA // 30.11.2019

OH. MY. GOSH.

Best concert ever. Period.

I just wanted to share with you guys about my experience going to GRAVITYinJKT, it was truly amazing that I still suffer from my PCD until now. It’s not that severe but believe me, whenever I heard Best Part playing accidentally on my playlist I would go sksdkddjs and try hard not to scream lmao.

So, first of all, I will tell you the background story of why I chose to attend their concert. Well, it was because I’m very curious how cool is their live performance. I watched a lot of YT videos about them and read many MyDay (and non-MyDay)’s comments about seeing their live performance. At the same time, I have just joined the fandom and falling in love with their songs day-by-day. I’m still a 5-months old baby MyDay now hehe.

When I saw their tour announcement on Twitter, at first I was like ‘oh wow they’ll go on their 2nd world tour’ but then idek why I was willing to go and watch them. Really, my decision was out of the blue. Then I introduced DAY6 to one of my close friends by watching their videos on her YT lol. Initially, she said that the songs are good and catchy, but some days later she texted me that she watched DAY6′s MVs, her bias is YoungK, and she even listened to their songs regularly. I was surprised, and even more shooketh when she finally said “you said that you wanna go to their concert, right? let’s go to their concert, shall we?”

The night before departure to JKT

On Thursday night (November 28th), I read on Twitter that the boys had arrived at Jakarta. My heart was beating so fast, remembering that tomorrow I will go to Jakarta and on Saturday I’ll see them.

Departure to JKT

After the whole stressing weeks (yes November was that month), on November 29th me and my friend flew to Jakarta by plane. My friends who knew that I’ll watch DAY6 said have fun and gave their warmest greetings to DAY6. Around 5 pm, we reached Jakarta and head off to our hotel.

D-DAY GRAVITYinJKT

We woke up at 6.30 am (if I’m not mistaken lol), respectively took a shower, applied make-ups and did our hair nicely even though no one would look at us haha. Afterward, we checked our belongings and went to the venue to get our wristbands. At the venue, we finally met our senior from college and she introduced another senior from my college that just graduated. We greet each other and stick together until we got our wristbands and went to get lunch at the nearest mall.

Around 2.45 pm, the three of us got back from the mall and entered the gate to take our queue number. Why only three of us that went back? Bcs the other one was from the yellow section, and at the mall, we met our junior from college that also watch DAY6 in the yellow section. With that, she decided to went back with my junior when the gate is opened for their section. (the three of us were from the blue b section)

After we got our queue number, we queued for the photo spot and made friends with 3 MyDays. They were chill and fun to talk to, and our queue numbers were in sequence. By that, we decided to always stick together until the end of the concert and didn’t forget to follow each other’s social media accounts. While waiting, it was raining so hard. Until finally my section got to enter the venue first, and I was really excited.

6 of us stood in front of the extended stage and we were standing beside each other. When the time strikes 6.57, the opening VCR played and every MyDay screamed. The moving screen opened and there stood five men, holding their own instruments, that I’ve been waiting to see for 3 months. Best Part opened the concert, and I couldn’t do anything besides screaming, literally. I love the song.

I jumped freely and sang their songs on top of my lungs like I have nothing to worry about. I remembered Jae saying that we should take our stress off our life first when we attend their concert to enjoy the whole event, so I kept that in mind throughout the concert.

Until when it came to them performing on extended stage, I couldn’t stop saying ‘oh gosh’ when they walked towards it. And what made me even happier was,

Jae noticed me.

Yes.

Park Jae-hyung from DAY6 noticed me.

However, I forgot to record it bcs it was so sudden :”””). Jae was squatting in the extended stage to greet MyDays, and when his eyes were locked with mine, I immediately waved my right hand at him and said ‘Jae, hi!’ while smiling so wide. Jae smiled back and waved his hands at me, I still remember him mouthing ‘hi hello’ and I couldn’t stop smiling. After he mouthed ‘hi hello’ and waved at me, he waved at other MyDays.

It was beyond my expectations that DAY6 is so kind to MyDays and their performance was sooo amazing to witness. I cried when YoungK said this on his ment,

“Honestly, with that much energy, I think you -- each one of you -- will be able to achieve whatever you want. Whatever you want in life.”

Literally, I choked up and couldn’t hold my tears. Remembering that before I came to see them, they’re my motivation to do well in college, until now they still are. Then he told us to made a pinky promise with him, he said:

“Even though I said this a lot, please promise me to always be happy and stay healthy until we meet again.”

Anddd my tears were back again when Sungjin said this on his ment,

“I trust you guys, so you guys trust yourself. Bahagia dan sehat selalu, ya.” (= always be happy and healthy, okay.)

I truly felt the sincerity in their ments, but mostly YoungK and Sungjin’s that hit my heart the hardest. What made me happier was when Wonpil suggested MyDay to sing, he said that he got two songs in mind but he forgot the lyrics so he played the notes. Guess what? He played When You Love Someone first, and the second is I Smile. YoungK asked MyDays what song that we wanted to sing first.

Since I Smile is my most favorite, I energetically waved 2 fingers and saw that other MyDays were waving their 2 fingers too. YoungK said "I see a lot of peace signs *chuckling* okay then, number 2 it is!" so Wonpil started the song immediately. After singing I Smile, he played When You Love Someone. My friend aww-ed, bcs that is her favorite song.

Even Wonpil tricked MyDays with singing JYP’s You’re The One, but we still sang it anyway. Then after he said he was joking, he started out I’m Serious. MyDays singing it with him. At the beginning, they were saying let’s make tonight a festival, and it was really a festival.

If I describe how they are when seen in person... Jae, he was lanky and he has that cute baby face, Sungjin looked handsome + dashing and he’s funny omg, YoungK is what Indonesian MyDays called gembul, which means chubby in a cute way, and his smile is so captivating!

Wonpil is indeed looked like a prince, he’s that soft and uwu, and his solo stage is my #1 among the 5 solo stages. Dowoon? He! Babie! He’s so adorable I can’t, when he sang on Wanna Go Back and Get Lucky I can’t stop squealing over his voice like for real. When he talked also screams uwu, I laughed when he fist-bumped YoungK and said “come on, come on, hit the beat” >.<

After the concert, the promotor prepared freebies for us, that is, a DAY6 postcard. I got YoungK originally, then my friend found a MyDay who willed to exchange her Dowoon postcard for my YoungK postcard. (...you know who my heart belongs to guys hahaha)

I had a lot of fun at the concert. Even though I cried when I saw on the D2 of the concert the boys went down from the stage (yeah I’m such a crybaby bcs of that lol), I still feel grateful and happy bcs I went to see them.

Sometimes it’s true, experience is a lot more worthy than anything else. If you miss a valuable opportunity (when in fact you can achieve it), the next opportunity may be different from what you expect. We can’t predict what will happen in our future, right?

If you guys were asking me, did you ever feel any regret about choosing to go to DAY6′s concert? The answer is: no, absolutely not. I’m proud that I can afford myself a ticket and accommodation with my own savings. Also, I’m sooo glad that I joined the MyDay fandom, this fandom is literally filled with kind people and they’re fun to be with.

And if you guys were also asking me, will you attend their next concert? The answer is: yes, certainly, without a doubt.

#day6 day6gravity day6gravityinjkt experience gravityinjakarta #myday

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noahscents · 6 years

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Frustrated - Noah Centineo Imagine

anonymous said:

Okay so it’s no secret that Noah is like the softest human alive. And because of that I feel like he would sometimes get insecure especially if his gf and him hadn’t spent much time together lately. Could you please write a fic about that? Like y/n is hanging out with a male co-worker alot a Noah feels neglected/quiet when y/n figures out what’s up she comforts/reassures him? With a cute cuddly ending obvs!!

You got it!!

I’m gonna have this build off my STEM Reader x Noah Imagine, so be sure to read that beforehand! Additionally, check out my masterlist!

Word Count: 1,328

“Babe. Bab-Babe! I gotta go.” You say, attempting to break from Noah’s grasp. “I was almost late yesterday.”

“But I’m gonna miss youuuuuuuuu.” He says, pouting. He throws himself back on his couch like a toddler, frustrated.

“But don’t you want a smart, independent, financially secure girlfriend?” You says, straightening out your blouse and putting on your blazer.

“You know I don’t care about the last category.” He says, voice muffled through a pillow.

“Fine, we can split the bills 80/20 because of the gender wage gap.” You say, kissing the top of his head. “See you later!!”

You grab your keys and take the elevator down to the garage. Your phone buzzes almost instantly, and it’s a snapchat from Noah. You open it and it’s a photo of him pouting with the caption,

miss u already :(

Dork.

Living with Noah has been amazing. After your apartment was cleaned you moved back in to finish out the rest of the Spring Session, but Noah insisted you moved in with him for the summer. At first you were hesitant, but once you finally got your dream internship at Google--which just so happened to be 10 minutes away from Noah’s apartment--you decided to take him up on his offer.

As you pull up to the parking lot and into your space, you let out a deep sigh. You loved interning here and you were learning fast, but the other interns were so... rigid. The only friend you’ve made here is a guy named Max, who’s a year above you at his school.

“Hey!” Max says, as you get out your car.

“Oh. Hey Max!” You say, locking it.

“This is like... the second time we’ve gotten here at the same time.” He says, laughing.

“Well, great minds think alike.” You say, “And you sure do bring a new meaning to business causal.”

“My Henley shirt is casual,” He says, “but the checkered blazer is business.” He says, putting it on.

You shrug.

“You’re lucky Google is chill.” You say, laughing.

Shoot, I forgot to snap Noah back.

You whip out your phone, close your eyes, and make a kissy face. You type out,

Maybe I’ll come home for lunch ;)

Before you hit send, you notice Max in the background of the photo sticking his tongue out. You shrug and sent it anyways.

“Thanks for photobombing, my guy.” You say with a chuckle as you approach the door.

He jumps in front of you to open the door.

“No problem.” He says, crossing his legs and bowing.

You roll your eyes and walk through.

By the time lunch rolled around, you were knee deep in coding a new menu-toggle for a new function in Google Docs. However, your stomach didn’t care.

Can’t. Stop. Coding.

You check your phone.

12:30pm.

At this rate, I’ll be done in 30 minutes. That’ll leave me another 30 minutes to eat-

*thump*

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a savory-smelling Spaghetti Bolognese being placed on your desk. Your mouth starts watering.

“I saw you over here with your head in the screen.” He says, smiling. “God bless, Postmates! And the company card.” He holds up an American Express Gold Card.

“Oh my god, thank you.” You say, taking the lid off.

“No worries.” He says, “I’ll let you get back to that.”

As soon as you fork a hefty amount into your mouth, your phone starts buzzing in your pocket. You take it out and it reads,

Incoming FaceTime Video

Noah Fifty-Cent 🤪

Fuck, I forgot I had said I might come back.

You answer it.

“Hey, babe!” You say, trying not to have your smile riddled with guilt.

“Hey... I’m guessing you can’t come back.” He says, sighing.

“Yeah, I’m sorry baby. I’m coding a new function for Google Docs and it’s taking forever.” You say.

“It’s okay, I get it.” He says, smiling a bit, “I mean I don’t because I’m not wicked smart and can’t code-”

“Shut up.” You say, laughing.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He says, blowing a kiss to the camera.

“I’ll see y-” You say.

“Hey, y/n. One last thing-” Max says, walking into the frame. You turn to face him.

“Yeah?” You say.

“Could you-” He says, before seeing Noah’s face through the call. “Oh. Hey, man!”

“Hey Max...” Noah says. You turn back to face your phone.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?” You say.

“Yeah, see you.” He says before hanging up. You turn back to face Max.

“Ah... sorry about that. I just left my phone on your desk.” He says, picking it up. “Later.”

“Bye!” You say, turning back around.

Well, this spaghetti isn’t gonna eat itself.

By the end of the day, you’ve finished the menu along with half of tomorrow tasks. Feeling accomplished, you shut your computer down and head to your car. You flip out your phone and record a Snapchat for Noah.

“Since you’ve been waiting so patiently, fire up your favorite movie and have it ready. I’ve placed an order at our favorite place with the outrageously gooey brownies and the lasagna that tastes like your dad’s-” You say, until you’re interrupted.

“Hey, y/n!” Max says.

“Oop. Ah, okay.” You turn around, and then back to the camera, “I’ll be home soon! Mwah!” You say, blowing a kiss to the camera. You type in his username and send the video.

“Hey...” Max says.

“Yeah?” You say turning to Max.

“A few of the people in the offices are going to this dope lil’ bar a couple blocks down. Did you wanna come with us?” He says, smiling.

“Ah, thanks! But I’m having a night in with my boyfriend.” You say.

“Oh, dope.” He says, “Next time, then?”

“Yeah! Have a goodnight!” You say, hopping in your car.

“You too!” He says before walking to his own.

“Babyyyyyyyyyyyyy..” You say, walking through the door. “I got the comfort food!”

You place the food on the counter and see Noah on the couch. If he hadn’t showered, you wouldn’t been able to tell if he moved from that spot all day.

“Yay...” He says, queueing up ‘Love’ by Gaspar Noé.

“Babeeeeee.” You say, going to comfort your obviously grumpy bf. You still on the couch and swing your legs across him, then nibble on his ear.

He laughs a little and the sighs again. You kiss his cheek and ask him,

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s stupid.” He says, giving you an eskimo kiss.

“It’s not stupid.” You, running a hand through his curls. “Tell me.”

He sits there quietly as you pepper his face in kisses.

“It’s just... I don’t know.” He says, squinting, “I think I’m kinda jealous of Max.”

Your eyes widen.

“What, why?” You say.

“It’s like... Whenever I call you at work, he’s there.” He says, “The little sticker on the lid of the spaghetti said ‘Maxwell Anderson’, and it doesn’t help that he’s gorgeous.”

You chuckle a little.

“Like, is he a real person? I think the simulation glitched.” Noah says.

“Babe...” You say, hugging him.

“I know I get to sleep next to you and wake up with you but... the fact that he can connect with you on a level I can’t... makes me a little sad.” He says.

“But baby, I taught you how to make an input-output program...” You say, leaning on him.

“That’s not the same, and you know it.” He says, pouting.

“Hey.” You say, turning his face to meet yours. “Coding isn’t everyone’s thing. But you wanna know what my thing is?”

“What?” He says.

“You.” You say, before drawing him in for a deep kiss. It starts soft, but slowly grows in passion.

He pulls away.

“I love you.” He says.

Your heart skips a beat.

That’s the first time he’s said that. Oh my God.

“I love you, too!” You say, peppering his face with kisses. “Okay, now let’s eat before I eat you.”

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