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fangirlovestuff · 3 years

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A Perfect Tree - Jake Jensen x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! sorry this is soooo incredibly late, this is for @donutloverxo, @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817‘s Hoelidays challenge and it’s new years eve... (happy new years btw!!) i hope you still enjoy this fluffy one, i’m really glad i got to write something for jake because i love him:)

Summary: You meet Jake when he comes into the coffe shop you work in to get himself a drink, and you’re immediately curious.

Prompts: Coffee Shop AU & Decorating the Christmas tree

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: a few curse words, maybe implied age gap but reader is in her early twenties and jake is in his late twenties, so not that extreme

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You were a student, so working afternoons at a coffee shop was the most reasonable way to make the money you desperately needed to get you through college. Right now, it was a hot spring day, so there weren't any people in the shop, which gave you a great opportunity to have a little unplanned break to stare at your phone and turn your brain off for a few moments, something you rarely had time to do.

However, after a few minutes the bell above the door rang, announcing the arrival of a customer. You sighed internally, mourning your short-lived break before lifting your eyes to greet the customer.

All of your dismay faded once you got a good look at him, and only one thought remained – fuck. He's so cute.

His broad frame was making his way towards the counter, and he was looking at his phone as well, not lifting his eyes until he got just in front of you, and of fucking course he had the most stunning blue eyes you had ever seen. You swallowed heavily.

"Hello, what can I help you with?" you said in your best customer-service voice, letting out an internal sigh of relief that you didn't fumble over your words.

"Um, I'd like…" he said, his eyes scanning the menu he picked up from the counter, "an espresso please. Long." He lifted his eyes from the menu and maybe it was just you, but you thought you saw his eyes scan your face for a brief second. He smiled at you expectantly.

"Uh, sure thing. That'll be… five thirty. Anything else?"

"No, just the coffee," he smiled again.

"Alright. And your name please sir?"

"Jake."

"Okay then Jake," you smiled and lifted your eyes up to meet his gaze after you were done typing away the order, "you can just grab a seat, I'll call on you when it's ready."

"Perfect," he nodded, before sitting down at one of the further tables.

Once sat down, you could release the breath you didn't know you were holding. Get a grip, you thought at yourself before moving to make his order. But you couldn't resist sneaking a peek at Jake from the corner of your eye every few moments.

He was hunched slightly over the table, typing away on a laptop he somehow already managed to turn on. His gaze was focused, concentrated, which allowed you all the gaping time you wished. You noticed the way his taut muscles stretched with every movement of his arms, his tight t-shirt looking like it was about to rip apart. You noticed the way he licked his lips in concentration, the motion seemingly automatic. You noticed his brows furrowing as his eyes scan-

Shit, you nearly spilled his coffee!

You hastily righted the cup and came to the counter to hand it to him.

"A long espresso for Jake?" you called out with a slight smile.

His head shot up and he got up to get his coffee and pay. As he passed you the money, his hand grazed against yours. It was warm, and you thought he left it in place just a bit longer than he needed to, but maybe that was just wishful thinking.

"Thank you," he said, a sincere smile on his face. You just nodded at him, and before you could think of anything of value to say he was already walking back to his table, sitting down and sipping his hot coffee with caution.

He sat there for a little bit longer, typing on his computer and drinking. You thought he looked a little worn out, tired, but you were probably just projecting. You huffed out a breath and went back to work.

When he left, he just nodded your way with a smile and you nodded back, giving him a small wave as he left. Oh god, a wave? Really? God, you're pathetic.

That was the first time you met Jake. As time went by, he would often come into the coffee shop to work, or at least that's what he seemed to be doing on the computer. Sometimes he came in looking extra tired, and a few times even with a bandage or a scratch, but you never asked his why. After all, that was never your business.

You learned more things about him, in short conversations over the counter as he waited for his drink. You learned his last name was Jensen. He told you he was a technician, but something about the glint in his eye as he said that told you that wasn't probably the entire truth. Nevertheless, you never asked, not wanting to be rude or cross any boundaries.

Jake had the tendency to disappear sometimes. There were weeks he'd come in nearly every day, and then two weeks went but when he didn't show up at all. It raised your suspicion, but obviously you didn't do anything about it. Hell, you didn’t even know what you were suspecting him in.

One day, he came to the coffee shop earlier than he usually did, at an hour he was the only one in the shop besides… well, you.

He ordered his usual and sat down at his table. You turned your back on him to clean up the machine behind you when you heard him call your name.

"Is there a problem?" you asked, confused.

He got up and walked towards you, holding something in his hand.

"I'm afraid I have to return this napkin," he handed it to you with a smile.

You frowned, "What's wrong wi- oh," you smiled upon unfolding it. He wrote down his phone number, with a little 'xo' at the end. "Oh, now I see what's wrong with it. I'll go get you a new one," you said.

You grabbed a napkin and scribbled your number down on it. "Is this one better?" you asked with a smile, handing it to him.

"Much better," he smiled, his hand purposely hanging onto yours for longer than necessary when grabbing it. "Thank you," he winked and turned to leave.

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You and Jake have been dating for almost a year now, and this was the first Christmas you were spending together.

"No, Jake- gimmie that!" you laughed as he kept the sparkling orbs high above his head and out of your reach.

"Not until you apologize," he tutted with a smile.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Fine. I'm sorry I called you a grinch," you drew out. "I only did it because you were being one. Now can we please decorate the tree already?" you pouted.

"I wasn't being a grinch!" he insisted.

"See? That's exactly what a grinch would say!" you laughed, "You can't just turn off my Christmas music when I'm mid-jam session!"

"That's not called being a grinch, that's called being considerate of our neighbors," he smirked, but gave you the ornament he was holding anyways. You stuck your tongue out as you took it from his hands, hanging it on your Christmas tree.

Suddenly you smirked and started singing as loudly as you were before, "All I want for Christmas i-" but before you could hit the high note, Jake simply picked you up over his shoulder and started carrying you away.

"No wait," you said in between fits of laughter, "I'll stop I promise, just let me decorate the tree!"

"Alright," Jake chuckled and put you down. "But no more singing! You don't want to get on the naughty list," he smirked.

"Who said I didn't?" you smirked right back, and before he could reply you were already walking back towards the tree. Jake joined you and you both decorated in silence together, his getting to all the high places.

After a while, all that was missing was the star, and you walked back to enjoy your handiwork. "I think we did a pretty good job," you told Jake, who was getting the star out and handed it to you. With a smile, he gestured and you hopped on his back, wrapping your legs around his unfairly slim torso as you carefully put it on top of the tree.

"Perfect!" you exclaimed, bouncing up and down as he put you down again.

"Almost," Jake replied with a grin. "I have a surprise for you. Um… here, put these on," he gave you his glasses and you put them on, immediately blinking harshly.

"Jake, you are so blind!" you yelled as you rubbed your eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I just didn't want you to see the gift!" he yelled back excitedly.

"You could've just told me to close my eyes!" you giggled, as you did that anyways. Glasses with the wrong prescription were a nightmare.

"Well, I see you're doing it anyways," he said, his voice closer than you expected, as you felt him reach out and take the glasses off on your face. "Open your eyes."

You opened them, blinking a few times before registering what he was holding – a little coffee cup ornament, that said 'I love you' on the side. You pounced on Jake and pulled him into a bone crushing hug, whispering "I love you too, dork," into his neck as he held you.

When you backed away, you could see his face was stretched into a grin. "I take it you like it?"

"I love it," you pecked his lips sweetly before taking it from him and hanging it on the tree.

You stepped away, your back leaning against Jake's chest as he leaned his head on your shoulder. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

"Merry Christmas," you answered back with a smile, tilting your head back to meet his lips in a gentle kiss.

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hope you liked it!! sorry it was so late, it’s been a rough month (and year lol). heppy new years, i hope you have a safe and wonderful new year!<3

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scandeniall · 4 years

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good & the bad [11/12]

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pairing: osamu x reader

summary/warnings: Hang on to the moments when you're flying, he moments when you're crying. Hang on to the ones that hold you down./ straight up manga spoilers lol

wc: 1868

“Samu,” his name comes out barely above a whisper as you enter the dimly lit room shutting the door behind you. “Atsumu let me in. He said you haven’t come out at all today.” You softly say as you make your way deeper into his room, until you're standing at the space next to his desk where he’d been hunched over for the majority of the day. He still hadn’t said anything as you eye the content covering the surface. Lots of numbers. You notice the way he relaxes just the tiniest bit as you rest your hand on his shoulder. “You ok?”

“No.” The shortness of the answer doesn’t come as a surprise given, what’d he’d most likely been working on. You only nod, noticing the way he slides his chair back enough so that you could seat yourself sideways on his lap. “More shop plans?” Your question is only met with a nod.

You remember when you met the twin. It had been during his second and your first year of university. The two of you crossing paths by mere chance. Essentially being in the right place at the right time. You met at an obscure cafe that you both tended to frequent, just never at the same time. It had been a place that had such few customers, that everyone wondered how it was still in business. However, it’d had the best damn yakitori you’d ever had. It had actually been one of the waitresses who introduced you two. Saying you were the only two people who ever ordered it from there, and that if it wasn’t for you two they’d considered taking it off the menu.

From there the friendship and eventual relationship blossomed. You found out he was in school for culinary arts, with a minor in business in hopes of opening his own food shop, eventually settling on Onigiri. That had been two years ago, and as a recent graduate he was ready to get it up and running. A process that proved to be a difficult one, causing his current stress.

“I’ve been running these numbers and looking for suppliers all day. Kita said he can help with rice, but there's still fillings, and seaweed, and packaging. And now theres a problem with my location and actually pay for workers if I’m struggling now—fuck. Maybe I should have gone pro with Tsumu.”

He let out more than he’d initially intended and he blames the feel of your fingers massaging his scalp for the word vomit. It feels much better than the tugging he’d done at his scalp as he eyed the dizzying numbers for the millionth time. “Hey. Don’t say that. You know you wouldn’t have been happy doing that.” His gaze shifts from you to the papers covering his desk as you continue talking. “Besides, who the hell said opening a business was easy. If it were, everyone would be doing it-”

“Well it's obviously not,” your hand goes to clamp around his mouth so he wouldn’t interrupt again. “As I was saying. It's not easy, but you’re doing it. And in 80 years when you end up as the happier twin it’ll all be worth it. I know it’s stressful now, but that’s where your superhero volleyball strength should kick in. The same mental strength I’m sure it takes to get through games, physically pushing yourself past your limits is what you need now. It’s The mental strength to see this through Samu. You’ve got it, so just hang in there through the good and the bad.” The quietest of sniffles causes you to let out a laugh. “Wait are you actually crying right now at my stupid speech.”

Your boyfriend’s hands go to try and fail to push you off as you continue laughing. “It’s the hunger. I haven't eaten in hours,” Osamu counters as you roll your eyes. “Yeah, Alright. Come on let’s go get something. My treat tonight.” Hands tighten around your waist as you lean down to press your lips to meet his. The kiss is soft, lips ghosting against one another as you fight yourself smiling. Before you could push it further he pulls away a lazy smile on his face. “You said you were gonna treat me to dinner.”

Your annoyed groan does nothing but amuse him, but as you go to get up you find that his hands don’t loosen. “For someone who wants food you don’t seem to be making the effort to let me go.” Osamu only shrugs. “Thank you. For having my back.”

“Just remember, hang through the good and the bad. And stop being afraid to ask for my help. I’m here, always.”

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‘I’m outside,’ your eyes gloss over the text before you start packing your backpack. Bidding your friends goodbye you quickly make your way down the steps of your school’s library before slipping into Osamu’s passenger seat. You eagerly accept the quick kiss he offers in greeting.

“So you think this is the place?”

“Hopefully. I’m ready to sign a lease already.” You nod humming along to the radio. Right now he was going to take a last look at the potential shop location before hopefully signing for it. You’d offered to go with him since you didn’t have any late classes for the day. Ever since your conversation a month ago he’d been just the slightest bit more accepting of help from others.

“Oh, my friend gave me some of the logo drafts today. They look pretty good, you might have a winner there.” His hand goes to gently squeeze the skin of your thigh in appreciation. You had a friend majoring in graphic design who was more than willing to gain experience designing a logo for a business. Osamu was grateful for it. That was one last thing he had to worry about.

“When i decided to do this, I thought i'd be on my own. According to so many people I was letting my talent go to waste going into food instead of sports.” This time your hand goes to offer him a comforting squeeze. “But— I’m thankful. For you, shitty Tsumu, Kita and everyone else helping me. But don’t ever mention that to my brother.”

You can’t help but laugh, swearing to secrecy. You remember how Osamu half told you that him and his twin got into a nasty fight about him quitting sports back in high school. It ended in them betting who would end up the happiest at the end of their life. Thankfully the two got over it as they grew into men, and now Atsumu acted as his brothers ‘official and professional taste tester.’ He’d even gotten some of his teammates to do taste tests for more opinions.

—-

6 years later

“Thank you for all being here. I wanted to give a special thank you to the person who has held me down and kept me sane from the beginning. At least for the most part, sometimes they’re annoying.” Your jaw drops in a mix of amusement and shock at Osamu’s words. The mid size crowd around you laughs, even more as you go to push the man who doesn’t even falter.

“The first Onigiri Miya shop opened 6 years ago. And today we’re here to celebrate the grand opening of the largest branch yet here in Tokyo. Thank you for being here, and enjoy.” Osamu quickly bows before cutting the ribbon open to the new shop and allowing people inside.

As the last person trickles inside your left outside with your boyfriend and his twin, who was looking at you weirdly. He had a stupid smile in his face that seemed unusually genuine. “Would you stop looking at me like a weirdo. Let’s go inside” your walk is stopped by a hand grabbing yours. Your confusion is just marked by Osamu grabbing both of your hands. “Samu— what’s up?”

“This is weird. But not really,” You notice the twin starting to break his usual deadpan persona, even glancing at the blonde counterpart for a moment before taking a deep breath. A thought of what's about to go down briefly crosses your mind, but only for a point of a second, because there's no way.

“A few years ago you told me to hang on through the good and the bad. To this day, I don’t even think you knew what you were really saying. But you said it, and I did it. I stuck through the long nights where I wanted nothing more than to pull my hair out and give up. At the beginning when everything was going to shit. When I was spending more to run the shop than I was making. When my first shop caught fire and nearly burned to the ground-”

“All about you huh. Way to be self centered Samu,” both of you shot a glare at the blonde. Osamu for the interruption, and you for- well you didn’t even know. You only bit back that maybe he was learning from him, causing a smile to tug at Osamu’s face.

“Anyways- but I also stuck through with the good. From getting enough money saved to open a shop, getting approved for the starter loan, to finding the best vendors and having the chance to sell and grow at professional games. Then I opened up my second, and third and now fifth branch.” You can’t help but smile at the memory as you nod.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. Your love, kindness, and everything that makes you, you. You hung in there with me as you went through your own life. You graduated, started working at your dream company, and started working your way up. All this while supporting me endlessly. You even went as far as putting money down for me, and working at the shop for free. You were there through every step of the way.

You always told me to feel and don’t be afraid to ask for help, but the help you gave and continue to give is more than anyone could have ever asked for. During one of our midnight talks, you told me to hang on and love the ones who continue to keep me ground. You’re one of those people. The name of the shop. Onigiri Miya always had a nice ring to it.” Your eyes went through several emotions: confusion, realization, and now shock, as your boyfriend took a step back now getting onto 1 knee. You almost feel like you’re going to pass out as your mind runs blank.

“I love you a whole lot. So, (Y/N) will you make the name on the shop yours as well and marry me.” You don’t even remember the words yes coming out of your mouth or even nodding. Apparently you did because you're met with metal sliding on your finger and obnoxious hollering from a twin who you didn’t even notice was recording the entire time. Arms that circle around your waist and a failure figure hugging yours breaks you out of your state of shock.

“Here's to handling the future together. And sticking through the good and the bad.”

a/n: this series is NOT written in song order which is why the prev/next buttons dont work and wont until its applicable. This is the 3rd installment and my first time writing osamu so this shit seems mad OOC but i also dont know his character that well, but this song made me go to this idea so?????? Also reread and take a shot every time i reference the fucking title god i hate myself

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq imagines #osamu x reader #haikyuuwritersnet #osamu imagine #good and the bad #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines

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kunderdogs · 4 years

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Take A Chance VII

Simon Dominic (AOMG) x Y/N (Reader) Genre: Romance / Angst Count: I didn’t count lol sorry Warnings: None Rating: Mature (suggestive, swearing) Summary: Who would’ve thought a one night stand with Simon D would turn into FWB? It only gets more complicated when you developed feelings, against your better judgement.

This gif of Simon D is one of my favs. Pls don’t hate me for the ending. :) Two more chapters left!

Had to post this early because I got called into work today.

Driving around aimlessly at 9AM was not how you pictured the start of your weekend to go. Then again, you could’ve never imagined Simon would stroll up to your place, drunk as hell and picking fights with you in the middle of the night either. For now, you felt your nerves settle as you drove around the town. You figured you could drive around and get some fresh air. Anything to get your mind off of your intruding thoughts.

Being in that house with Kiseok just felt so suffocating.

You were cruising through some of the residential neighborhoods when you noticed you were close by Nicky’s house. You smiled and pulled on the side of the street, immediately grabbing your phone and dialing her number. She picked up at the last minute, groaning and complaining of a hangover, before launching into retelling you all of the drama from last night.

“So what do you want to eat? I’ll pick something up for you.” You connected the call to your car before pulling off the street.

Nicky yawned a bit, “Eh, don’t worry about it. Wouldn’t want you to come all the way over here just to get me breakfast.”

“I’m in your neighborhood anyway so just tell me what you’re in the mood for. Cinnamon rolls? French fries?”

“Why are you in my neck of the woods at,” she paused on the other end, most likely to pull the phone back to check the time. “9:27AM? Couldn’t sleep?”

You sighed a little louder than you intended to, “You could say that. Since you won’t tell me what you want, I’ll surprise you.”

She hummed in agreement, “Don’t forget the OJ! Thank you, love. See in you in bit.”

Saying your goodbyes, it didn’t take long to get to a small cafe about ten minutes from Nicky’s apartment. It was early enough that there wasn’t much customers so you were happy to be in and out of there within a few minutes.

Upon arrival at Nicky’s place, you found her sprawled out on the couch, clothes from last night wrinkled but still in place. Her makeup was wiped off and smeared onto makeup wipes that were on the coffee table. You laughed to yourself, nudging her with your foot when you got closer. She was such a beautiful disaster.

“You look like you’re barely hanging on over here,” you teased, putting the food down on the coffee table before cleaning up the makeup wipes.

Nicky mumbled something in the pillow and reached blindly for the food. “So what’s bothering you, hm?” Her voice followed you into the kitchen.

Washing your hands in the sink, your mind worked to find the right words but they got stuck in your throat. Everything was still so confusing to you.

Yes, you had deep feelings for Kiseok but the reality was that you couldn’t be together.

It was just cruel of your mind to even picture him involved with you in the way you wanted him to be.

Part of you was relieved that you ended it but the other, much larger part, almost immediately regretted it. That part of you wanted to run back into his arms and confess your feelings to him right at this second.

You didn’t realize how loud you sighed until a cold hand wrapped around your wrist. Nicky pulled you to the living room, and began searching for a movie while you got comfortable on the couch

“Does it have anything to do with Lover Boy?” She guessed, eyeing your downcast mood. When you pouted without answering her, she plopped next to you. “Wanna talk about it?”

Nicky always wanted to talk about her problems, which you were completely willing to listen to but when it came to you sharing...It was a little more difficult for you to open up. She was never offended or put off when you didn’t want to talk about your feelings but she was definitely surprised when you nodded.

As Iron Man played in the background, you spilled everything that happened last night. Her sky-colored eyes grew in size as you vented about everything that was said yet she didn’t interrupt you once. By the time you were done, you took a moment to catch your breath and her mouth was hanging open in shock.

“Dear lord, I leave you alone for two seconds and all this happens huh,” she teased, causing a smile to crack on your lips.

Taking a bite of her food, Nicky thought about what she wanted to say before looking at you fully, “So, are you going to tell him or leave it at that?”

Looking to the hanging TV, you sunk back into the couch. What good would come out of you telling Kiseok your feelings for him? Other than getting it off your chest, it would change nothing. If anything, it may even ruin your chances of being friends with him in the future.

If you couldn’t be with Kiseok romantically, you still wanted to be friends. He was always there to listen to you and give you advice, even make you smile when you were stressed or having a bad day. Above all else, you enjoyed his company, even when you two just sat and did absolutely nothing.

You huffed when you noticed Nicky was still waiting for an answer, “There’s nothing more for me to say. I feel like I’ve said all I had to...”

She snorted, “You didn’t say anything of importance. You should go back to your place and talk it out with him.”

“What good would come from that?” You dismissed.

She shrugged, “Maybe he feels the same way. Close mouths don’t get fed.”

The orange juice you were drinking almost came back up through your nose as you snorted. “Yeah, right. If Simon even had an ounce of feelings for me, he wouldn’t be out with that other chick.”

Nicky couldn’t really argue with that point and shook her head, “You know how men are. They don’t realize their feelings until it slaps them in the face. From what you tell me, Simon D is the type of guy to not recognize it right away.”

Sighing again, you felt the tension in your shoulders. “I’ll figure it out later. I just want to rest for a bit. All this is so emotionally draining.”

With an understanding smile, a foot suddenly kicked into your side, forcing you to lay down on the couch. You glared playfully at your best friend while she tossed a throw blanket over your lower half.

“Take a nap. I’m going to shower. Gotta wash away all the bad decisions I made last night.”

Without further ado, Nicky skipped off to her bathroom, your laughter following her down the hallway.

Usually, you had a hard time falling asleep now that Cookie wasn’t with you, but something about Nicky’s apartment was so cozy that you were out like a light in under five minutes of laying down. It was probably because her couch was just so warm and comfortable.

Either way, you woke up hours later to another Avengers movie playing and Nicky eating brownies at the other end of the couch. You checked your phone to see if Cookie had called or texted, but they were at a water park today so you weren’t expecting a call until they got home, which would be late at night for them. It made you a little sad to not talk to your mini all day but you were glad she was having a good time with your ex’s family.

Sleepy eyes glanced at the time on your phone. “Shit. It’s already 1:30? How long was I out?”

“Since like 10, dude. You must’ve been dead tired.”

Yawning, you sat up and snuggled the blanket into you again. “Still am. I think I’m gonna head home and go to sleep in my own bed though.”

“Are you saying my couch isn’t an acceptable bed?” She teased, knowing damn well you loved her couch more than your own.

“I will steal this one day and replace it with mine.”

“Sure. Text me when you get home. Drive safe! Woah- HEY! Leave the cinnamon rolls!”

The drive back to your house was uneventful. Oddly enough, there was hardly any traffic out which was a bit odd for a weekend, but you thought nothing of it.The once blue sky was now gray with even darker clouds hanging low. It felt like the calm before the storm.

You were in no rush to get home, and the feeling only amplified when you pulled up to your apartment and noticed Kiseok’s car still parked in the guest parking.

Sighing, you dragged your feet up to your place and as soon as you were getting off the elevator on your floor, your phone rang. A wide smile broke out on your lips.

“Hi, sweetie! I was waiting for you to call me!” You answered, leaning over the rail that over looked the courtyard garden. “Oh yeah? How was the water park?”

A few minutes into your conversation, you were so engrossed with listening to her ramble about her favorite rides, that you didn’t notice the opening or closing of a door down the hall. Heavy footsteps came closer to you, but you paid it no mind. Other than yourself, there was two other families that lived on this floor so it wasn’t out of the ordinary.

“Mommy missed you too. Your daddy being nice to you?” You laughed when you heard a huff on the other side of the phone. “No, I didn’t have dinner yet. I’ll have some later- oh, okay. Tell your grandmother I said hi, okay?”

The sound of someone clearing their throat alerted you to the body leaning on the rail a few feet from you.

Jung Kiseok, still in his clothes from last night, peered down at the garden beneath you two. When he noticed your attention on him, he glanced to you. “Can we talk?”

Jesus, he literally came out of nowhere! Noticing your jaw hanging slightly, you swallowed before agreeing with your daughter. “Yes, baby, it’s okay. Go shower and go to sleep. Thank you for calling me. I love you. Goodnight...”

The ending dial tone sounded much too loud for your ears as the silence in the hallway was almost suffocating. It was quiet for sometime, since the two of you didn’t say anything. Kiseok was trying to find the words to say, and you had too much you didn’t want to uncover.

This conversation was inevitable but you still wanted to avoid it. The lump in your throat only grew when he sighed deeply. It seemed like he was about to say something, until the elevators opened and two small blurs sprinted out. “I-”

The Choi twins were your neighbor’s kids and it was only another two seconds before you saw their mother chase after them. You giggled after them, those two were always giving their mother a hard time.

“Sorry about that,” A deep voice apologized. You nodded to the twin’s father, who was holding a tiny baby wrapped in blankets to keep him warm.

“Don’t worry about it,” you waved him off with a smile but didn’t miss the double take he did to your company.

“Maybe we should go inside?” Kiseok pushed off from the rail and waved slightly to a wide-eyed Mr. Choi.

You took the advice without a word, leading the way to your front door though he would’ve had no problem finding it himself. Once inside, you kicked your sandals off and dropped your purse on the entry table.

The door shut tightly behind him, entrapping the both of you in a thick silence that didn’t go unnoticed. You sunk into the couch, giving him enough room to sit near you without touching you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You weren’t sure what you expected him to say, but it surely wasn’t that. Could you really be surprised though? Suspecting what he was asking, you had to make sure you two were on the same page.

“Tell you about what?”

Tired dark eyes stared you down, “Let’s not go back and forth. I know you have a daughter and I’m not sure what kind of problems you and your husband have, but cheating is never the way to go about it.”

You tried to stop the loud laughter that spilled out of you, but that was so far from what you thought he would say. You honestly couldn’t help it, and soon, you had tears in your eyes as you were literally rolling around the couching laughing.

Kiseok did not look amused in the slightest - his lips thinned into a hard line, brows frowned to display his seriousness of the topic. “This really isn’t something to laugh about. I refuse to be some kind of homewrecker.”

You had finally got your giggles under control when he said that, launching you into another fit of laughter. “What! You think-?! Oh my god, I haven’t laughed like that in a while,” you giggled, wiping the spilling tears from your eyes.

Feeling his glare, you sat up and took a breath. The tension was a bit less in the room. “I’m not married.”

He didn’t believe you. “You have family pictures-”

“In my daughter’s room, yes.”

He dismissed your interruption, “I saw that man at the airport when you ran into Jay Park. He hugged you and you were crying.”

You paused, blinking slowly. How did he see that? “How do you know that?”

The way he sighed with finality made you feel a bit defensive. “Jay was FaceTiming me and Loco. The main point of this is I don’t want to be in the middle of whatever you have with your husband.”

Eyes rolling, you crossed your arms under your chest. “Stop saying that. I’m not married.”

“Why are you lying? You have a child with him.” The tone of his voice raised slightly but you frowned at him.

“You can make a kid without being married to someone. Me and my daughter’s father aren’t together. I’m no cheater. Unlike you, I don’t have a list of hoes I can run to.” The words left your mouth but you regretted it immediately. Your personality didn’t allow you to apologize or take it back, especially with how heated you were becoming.

Sitting less than a foot away from you, Kiseok couldn’t really argue with that. You were right. He called Nayoung because she didn’t care for a relationship and he had wanted to...hurt you the same way he had been hurt after seeing you in the arms of another man.

It was childish of him, he’ll admit it, but it happened. He was only human and he had acted on his emotions. It wasn’t one of his proudest moments. Once you brushed past him at the restaurant with tears in your eyes, he had felt sick to his stomach about the whole thing. It wasn’t like he knew you would be there that night, it was honestly a terrible coincidence. After that night, he couldn’t even look Nayoung in the eyes without seeing your heartbroken expression.

Prideful at heart, Kiseok still felt the need to defend himself even if it was a weak defense, “I don’t have a list of hoes. That was me being an idiot.”

“Whatever, Kiseok. I don’t care anymore.” Calling him without an honorific gave you a sinking feeling in your stomach but you looked away from him. “What more do you want from me?”

With that, he faced you fully, “Everything. I want to know everything, about your daughter, your past, the truth about all of it.”

Startled, you faced him with doubt clouding your face. “Why? Why does any of that matter to you? Why do you even care?”

For the first time today, you saw Kiseok smile. Not a smirk, or half grin that he liked to flash you when he teased you, but a real smile with his teeth showing. Looking closer, he also was a little rosy in the cheeks a bit. “I-Well...I thought it was obvious now, but you’re really dense.”

You thought you knew where this was going so you sighed, “Look, I’m not a charity case, okay? I can-”

“I really like you, ___. Not just in a sexual way either. I like you on an emotional level...I really, really like you,” he confessed in a rush, sounding just like you felt at the moment - breathless.

And then your heart started to ache.

“Kiseok...we can’t...we can’t be together.”

#take a chance #chapter 7 #chapter seven #jung kiseok #simon dominic #simon dominic scenarios #aomg simon d #aomg #aomg scenarios #Khiphop #khh

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years

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Survey #286

“has he lost his mind? can he see or is he blind? can he walk at all, or if he moves, will he fall?”

Do you prefer having carpets or hardwood floors? Hardwood floors. Easier to clean and just looks better imo. When was the last time you took a bath? Is this something you do often or do you prefer taking showers? Not since I was a kid, probably. I don't like baths; it feels dirty. What’s your favorite way to style your hair? Do you do this hairstyle often or is it too much hassle for you? "I can’t style it any way." <<<< Mine is too short, too. Do you have a real or artificial tree at Christmas? We always use artificial. The mess isn't worth it. What’s your favourite snack to make when you watch a movie? Popcorn, of course. Do you prefer the Beatles or the Rolling Stones? The Rolling Stones. The only Beatles' song off the top of my head that I enjoy is "Hey, Jude," while there's a handful of Stones' songs I like. When was the last time you played a game of Monopoly? Did you play until the end or did everyone get fed up and start arguing? I'm pretty sure the last time was the PlayStation version at Jason's house. I don't recall if we finished it or not. Have you ever won money on a scratch card or the lottery? How much did you win and what did you spend it on? Maybe like, $10 or so? Mom or Dad would buy one for the hell of it rarely, and they always let us kids scratch it off because we thought it was fun for whatever reason. Have you been on a plane before? Where was the last place you travelled to? Yeah, multiple times. I went to Illinois last to stay with Sara for a couple weeks. Would you rather do a wordsearch or a crossword? Wordsearch. What’s your favorite colour of skittles? Red, duh. I always save those for last. Do you have a favorite TV detective (eg. Sherlock, Poirot)? What is it that you like about them? Does Dean Winchester count? I loved him when I was into Supernatural. He was so charismatic, funny, a wonderful big brother, and don't forget hot as fuck lmao. Were you ever in any positions of responsibility when you were in school? No. Do you need to wear glasses or contacts? How long have you needed to wear those for? I'd had glasses since high school. I'm blind as a mf. Do you talk in your sleep? Yes. Ocean or pool? Pool. Cleaner and less risk. I'll swim in either, though. What's your favorite song at the moment? "DEGRADE" by "3TEETH." I've been hooked on them lately. Ever met anyone famous? No. Do you feel that you've had a truly successful life? *blinks* Have you been in love? Absolutely. Where do you wish you were? Sara's would be great. Last thing you spent lots of money on? My Markiplier tattoo. Favorite restaurant? Olive Garden. What is your favorite kind of car? I really dunno. I don't know almost any car by name. I like slick-looking ones, though. AKA expensive ones lmao. What would you honestly do if you had a million dollars? Pay off a lot of things, first of all. For both myself and Mom. I know too well I'd spend a good deal on tats, but I'm quite sure I'd be disciplined enough to know what's more important. Are you more of a shy or outgoing person? I am VERY shy. Would you rather listen to new music or the classics? I tend to listen to music I already know. I go hunting for new bands and songs too rarely... Can you do a cartwheel? lol hell no Do you currently feel any sadness? I always do. Do you always respond to chain letters? I literally never do. I don't care what it's about. They're annoying. Do you spend too much time online? My life is online. It's depressing, and very. I usually don't know what to do with myself if I don't have access to it. What is your biggest annoyance? Right now, people not complying to COVID restrictions to help end this madness. Are you currently in a relationship? No. What do you like to do for fun? Watch YouTube, play WoW, write, read, take pictures... Not a lot. I've been stuck with anhedonia for years; not a lot of things give me any sort of pleasure, even the aforementioned things sometimes. Can you type without looking at the keyboard? Yeah. Do you ever feel like people use you? I've sure as shit felt it before. What role does religion play in your life? None. It's honestly a place of bitterness. Can you sleep with your eyes open? Noooooooo, that shit creeps me out. How often (if ever) do you use moisturiser? Pretty much never... but I need to considering my skin is dry as the Sahara. Have you had any of your wisdom teeth removed? What was the reason? (eg. infection, impaction, lack of space). No. What was the reason for your last hospital visit? I visited Mom after her surgery. Do you use a laptop, desktop, tablet or phone to take your surveys? Laptop. Do you have any debt? If so, are you on top of paying it all back? College debt, for sure. I dropped out three different times. No, I'm nowhere near on top of it. How often do you travel by public transport? Never. Do you have an Instagram account? If so, how often do you post on there and what kind of things do you post? I have three, haha. I don't post on any regularly enough... but I use my first one most. My "main" one is my primary photography one, and I have a second photography account for my darker/roadkill/"vulture culture" work. Lastly I made one for my pets... yes, I decided to be one of those people lmao. Are you close to your extended family? Do you wish you were closer? Definitely not, but we want to try to get closer. In Grammy's last days, she shared that she wished we were more "together" so much. Do you prefer to give your pets human names or not? Definitely not human names, at least usually. Have you ever used a fire extinguisher? Would you know how to use one without reading the instructions? No; I doubt it. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever had to deal with at your job? When I worked, impatient customers. What was the last thing you used your mobile phone for? Listening to music. While my laptop is kaput, I'm using an old one, but it's super slow so I'm just using my phone for music and videos. Did you used to play The Sims? What version or expansion pack was your favorite one to play? I loved the animals one; I went through a period of playing that a loooot. There was also an African wildlife one that I had, but that one was pretty boring, honestly. I never got into the human ones. What quality do you value most highly in others? Probably compassion. Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you? Mom. What was your best find from a flea market, garage sale, ebay or thrift? I got an AWESOME shipwreck w/ a sea serpent nightlight from the flea market once. What is one selfish thing you tend to do? Uhhhh I'm unsure. I try not to be selfish. Have you ever written a letter to a soldier? No, but man does this make me think of "Travelin' Soldier." I love that song so much, man. Always have. What do you use batteries for the most often? Ha, it used to be my mouse, but now that I have one that plugs up to the computer to charge, idk. What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over? "I don’t think I’ve ended any kind of relationship over something small." <<<< Would you rather order a starter (appetiser) or a dessert? Or would you be able to manage a full three courses? It really depends on what I want and how hungry I am. If I had the first two though, I almost certainly couldn't handle a dessert. Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet? My older sister had it very badly to the point she wound up in the ER. It's no fucking joke. Aside from the necessities (eating, breathing etc.) what is something you do every single day, without fail? I was going to say “get on the computer” or something of the sort, but what if I don’t have access to technology that day for whatever reason? In that case, I’d think of Jason to some point. There isn’t a day that passes when he’s not lurking in my head somewhere. Is there anything you enjoy that’s considered childish for your age? What is it? Roleplaying. Some shows. I’m sure there’s plenty others. How many times a day do you use the bathroom? A LOT. If I’m drinking something, a lot of the time, I almost immediately have to go pee after a single sip. Do you need caffeine to wake up in the morning? What’s your drink of choice? I wouldn’t say I NEED it, no. I do regularly have my Mountain Dew in the morning in place of coffee tho lmao. That’s out of habit, though. Do you live somewhere with lots of livestock or wild animals? Livestock, absolutely. Wild animals, sure, so long you’re not right in a city. Well, even then, roadkill isn’t rare. Would you rather live somewhere rural or urban? RURAL. Mom and I are both having trouble adjusting to living in the suburbs. The only good thing is we’re closer to everything. Is there anything (a hobby, for example) that’s guaranteed to always make you feel better when you’ve had a bad day? Not absolutely without fail. If you’re struggling with your mental health, who are you most likely to open up to, or would you bottle it up instead? I VERY rarely bottle it up. That is so unhealthy. I confide in my mom, usually. What room of your house do you spend the most time in? Is this through choice or necessity? Ugh, my bedroom… but yeah, it’s choice. I COULD be in the kitchen or living room on the laptop, I just don’t want to for privacy’s sake. I’m waiting for the extra bedroom to be cleaned out to turn that into like my “dayroom” or “office.” I’m putting a desk in there, lots of motivational stuff, just things to inspire me to work. I NEED away from my bed. I only want to use it to sleep. If you have pets, do you snuggle with them when you’re having a bad time? Does it make you feel better? Well, it’s hard to “snuggle” with a snake, but I’ll still take her out sometimes and she gets comfortable against me for warmth. I do however definitely snuggle with my cat Roman, because he’s a total cuddlebug and super affectionate with me. How would you rate Stephen King as a writer? Shockingly, I haven’t read a novel by him. However, knowing stories he’s written and his genre, I think I’d absolutely love him. What movie are you looking forward to? Oh goodness, I have no idea. I’m totally out of touch with movies. Have you been to see an opera? No, they don’t appeal to me. What do you wish that you knew with more certainty? My career success. Of the following things, which would you most like to have more of? Drink, dreams, bed, drugs, lust, lies, hate, love, fear, fun, pain, flesh, stars, smiles, fame, sex: Love, of course. Would you ever consider working for the government? Absolutely not. What are the best and worst television channels? I don’t need to even watch television to tell you Discovery is best. Idk about worst. If you had a magical pencil and everything you drew became real what would you draw? Hm… if I drew like, Earth overlayed with a peace symbol, would that cause world peace? What would you like to touch? A wild (well, habituated) meerkat. Meerkats are just… so important in my life. Without them, I wouldn’t have met people who’ve greatly affected and even changed my life. I know the day I (hopefully) hold or pet one will be one where I cry. Does anything you own glow in the dark? I don’t know. Would you rather ride a dragon or a unicorn? Who the hell would answer “unicorn” to this???? Dragons are so so so superior. Can you make a balloon animal? No. How many glasses of water do you drink each day? Rarely more than two, if even that. What do you like in a poem, accessibility, crypticness, or something in between? I guess of these options, leaving some cryptic space, room for the reader to imagine. What I cherish most in poetry though is descriptiveness, but not to an excessive point where it’s just hard to understand. Who do you find yourself in constant conflict with? Why the conflict? MYSELF. I’m just so mad at and disappointed with myself. What subjects do you refuse to talk about? Why are you hiding from them? I mean, none, really. With some people I’m willing to talk about whatever topic. Greatest black and white film: Idk, I can’t recall enough. Greatest film three hours or longer: Troy. I adore that movie. I should watch it again…

#survey #quiz #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''iron man'' by black sabbath

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edgydepressedchoicesthot · 4 years

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Act of Courage (Noah/MC, Lucas/MC)

Summary: It shouldn’t feel like this, after all this time. We won, didn’t we?

No, Josh realized. We didn’t.

In which a survivor contemplates what was, what is, and what could have been.

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24061654

@ladyseaheart1668, @marmolady, @it-lives-in-westchester

A/N: Between work, college, and my f*cked up head, finishing this up took a lot longer than it should have. I'm trying to make writing into my coping mechanism, so that I'll do it more, lol ;D

I have one more fic I promised on tumblr, an AME one I'm gonna work on. I'm also gonna try to go back to my ES novelization, so stay tuned for that for its continuation.

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The two of them were at Josh’s place, waiting for Ava, Andy, Dan, and Lucas. Lily was sick in bed and Stacy was visiting her grandma out of town, leaving Noah and Josh waiting for the four others while they drew figures in the dirt in the yard with sticks and talking about anything their minds jumped to.

“Hey, Noah?”

The boy turned towards his friend.

“Yeah?”

For a moment, Josh, who was as lively as ever seconds ago, was being uncharacteristically quiet.

“Do you…like anyone?”

“‘Like’,” Noah repeated. “Like I like you and Jane and the others? Or you mean like-like?”

“Um, yeah” Josh nodded, blushing. “Like-like.”

“Then no,” the other boy shrugged. “Stacy, Lily, and Ava are fun to hang around, but I don’t like-like anyone.”

“What about,” Josh began hurriedly, but slowed down. “What about boys…?”

“Huh?”

“Do you like-like any boys?”

Josh was beet red. Noah was just confused.

“No,” he shrugged. “I’m a boy. It’d be weird if I liked-liked a boy. That’s what my mom says though.”

“Right…” Josh looked hurt. “Right, forget it.”

Noah wanted to ask why his friend looked so sad.

He hated it when Josh got upset. Unlike Jane, who’d get mad, Josh would be quiet, pouty, and would go off by himself, refusing to ever acknowledge what made him upset in the first place.

But before Noah can say anything, the doorbell rang and their friends poured inside.

Noah forgot that Josh even asked him any question about who he liked.

It was something they’d both forget in the years to come, a memory of the conversation fading into a small feeling.

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After reading Lucas’s texts, Josh shoved his phone into his pocket. His smile started to fade as he continued down the road, focusing on his surroundings.

It really is a beautiful day, Josh mused.

And he hated it.

The sun shone through the trees in a way that reminded him of an image you’d find on a tourist pamphlet.

It made Josh think about how the only thing this town is good for is being fake.

Like how the town somehow fooled themselves into thinking everything was just a freak animal attack.

But the more he thought about it, Josh guessed he couldn’t blame the town for that. Having to deal with the truth might actually be more of a clusterfuck than it all happening.

It was all a question of why.

Why did this all happen to them? Why was he the one who had to find Redfield’s shack?

All he had to do was keep his goddamn mouth shut about some stupid fucking rock floating all those years ago…

It’s my fault.

Josh scoffed.

Like that’s big news.

And when it was time to pay the piper, Josh was too much of a coward to do anything…

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Josh forced himself to think about something, anything else.

His mind wandered from the date Lucas promised they’d have before he went back to his university, to that new video game Lily’s been raving about, Stacy’s latest Pictagram post about celebrating another perfect score on an exam, Ava’s latest binge on occult books in the library, Andy whining about how he just wants to be free of high school already, Dan’s updates on his new art blog…

…Noah crying, apologizing…

Josh wiped tears from his eyes as he kept walking.

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Noah always envied Josh.

He was a charismatic go-getter where Noah was shy and bookish. Josh always got stickers that came with having a perfect score on spelling tests, ones that Noah just passed by never more than five points. Josh was brave enough to make the first move in befriending him and Jane, and began their circle of friends the same way.

Noah not only hated how he was too wimpy to ever say any of this out loud, but also that he held this kind of resentment towards one of the best friends he’s ever had.

Noah hated how nervous he feels around Josh too. How he can’t help but constantly compare himself to him.

Josh was like the sun; radiant and bright and impossible to miss, and Noah had felt like the grimy earth beneath it.

But everything changed after Jane died.

Their whole group of friends changed. They started to see each other less and less, and eventually, they never saw each other outside of school.

Having different classes in middle school widened the gap between them, leaving silent nods as the last bit of interaction they had.

Soon, even those were gone.

Even after they all fell apart, Noah couldn’t help but notice Josh.

Before, Noah had always seen Josh happily chatting with at least one person.

Now, Noah never saw him hang out with anyone ever again. He was like the dusty remains of a star that went out.

There were times Noah wanted to reach out, to see if they could be friends again, to hang out, laugh together, be together-

-and Noah would stop himself when he came short of any reason Josh would want to talk to him.

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“You look like shit.”

“Hello to you too, Ava.”

Josh was semi-thankful that his shift at one of the town’s few fast food places started early in the morning. Only a handful of people stepped in here for breakfast, and none of them were impossible to deal with. So, for a few hours, Josh could enjoy a bit of peace before the lunch rush.

And it was always good to see a friendly face.

“Alright, fuck the pleasantries then.”

Usually.

Ava stretched her hand at Josh and waved it dramatically.

“In the name of the Dread Goddess Hekate, get me my usual.”

Josh punched in the register an order for an apple pie and a milkshake.

“That’ll be $2.78.”

Wordlessly, Ava hands him money and Josh went in the back to get her order.

“Talked to Tom today,” Ava said. “He looked really interested in the stuff I found in Cora’s shack. Maybe he can be my apprentice or some shit.”

“A witch’s apprentice?”

“Turned him down. Teaching is a rock bottom I’ll never hit.”

“Cuz the teacher’s at school we sooo great.”

“You get it.”

Josh finished up, pie in a paper bag and milk in hand.

“So, you talk to people,” she asked before he held out her order. “You’re social like that. Everyone’s gonna be at the memorial tonight, right?”

“Yup,” Josh nodded. “All seven of-”

Josh stops himself, remembering what happened to the seventh.

Ava’s face went steely, and for a moment it looked like she had a lot to say.

“Hand me my order,” she sighed. Josh obliged.

Before Ava walked out, she stopped and did a half turn. Josh sees several shifts to and from anger and sympathy.

“Tale care,” she said before leaving.

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Noah couldn’t remember the last time he and Josh talked.

So, when Josh sat next to him at the pep rally, he hoped his quietness came off as indifference, and hid his anxiety about the whole situation.

Josh didn’t seem to mind, since he started talking semi-comfortably. He was mellower and less gloomy than he used to be, and Noah felt the familiar jealously that was always the third companion amongst the two.

The pep rally ended after the blackout, Josh called everyone to meet after school, and four of them were stocking up on makeshift weapons.

When Josh told Noah that he won’t leave him again, he let himself believe it.

Noah halfheartedly thanked Josh, and for a second was afraid his sort-of-friend would take offense.

But instead, Josh smiled at him, and Noah felt like he was looking at sunshine.

A warm feeling bloomed in Noah’s chest, and it stuck around even when they were done talking and gone back to looking for weapons.

Noah remembered the warm feeling later on, when he noticed how Josh’s face was red when he was close enough to Lucas, how he stammered a bit more when the two were talking.

Noah wasn’t as dumb as he was as a kid. He knew that Josh liked Lucas. He also didn’t want to believe he was feeling jealousy, because of what it implied.

It wasn’t until during Britney’s party that Noah started to ask himself where these feelings for Josh came from. Was it sometime after everyone drifted apart, and their absence leaving an ache in his heart? Or was it before, when they were younger, innocent, and still friends?

After the party and after Josh revived his hope for the future (something he’d been doing well the past few days), his own personal devil reared its shadowy head, and signaled the end.

In the near future, while they were all forced to play the game again, Noah would wonder if anything could have happened to keep this whole mess from happening.

If he just told Redfield to fuck off, or just ignored him (no, her).

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“In school,” Andy said with a mouth full of pizza. “You froze up every time you had to present something. And up there, you didn’t break a sweat.”

Josh was taken by surprise when Stacy’s mom called him up to say a few words (he didn’t even think the town’s mayor even remembered his name). Surprisingly, where there was usually quick breath and sweating, there was just emptiness.

His mind flashed to Cora when he was up, about how she risked her life to help them and went to warn them while she was injured and dying.

And then it went to Noah.

He kept his part about Noah as brief as possible, and stepped down the second he gave his last “thank you”.

Josh would like to say that Lucas’s hug and quick kiss after the memorial made him feel better, but after talking about Noah, he couldn’t shake the feeling like he was betraying him.

“I get a lot of speech practice when dealing with customers from hell,” Josh finally answered, shrugging.

“You mean Ava?” Andy snarked.

“Andy, don’t be mean,” Lily scolded

“You think I take offense to that?” Ava grinned evilly. “I go there on the weekends.”

Josh finished his Graveyard, and turned to Lucas, right next to him.

“Bartender, one more.”

“One for me too,” Stacy smirked, wiggling her empty cup.

“I think you’ve both had enough,” Lucas said in mock seriousness.

“How can you stand to drink those?” Tom asked. “I almost hurled taking a sip!”

“That’s it, you’re dead to me,” Stacy pouted theatrically.

“Aw, come on,” Lily nudged Stacy with her shoulder. “We all just pledged our eternal devotion to each other five minutes ago!”

And just managed to avoid talking about Noah…

Noah could be here. Right now.

Maybe not here though. The others might still hate him, maybe not, but at least he’d be alive. Maybe everyone would even slowly come to stop hating him.

He could find a way to pay for culinary school. He could open up the diner he talked about…

And I wish I could just stop thinking about those last moments…

Josh has vague memories of blushing and being embarrassed around Noah when they were younger, but he didn’t think it had meant anything.

Every time Josh started thinking about his...crush, if he could call it that, he’d just start thinking of Lucas, and guilt of betrayal would stab at his gut.

Josh’s eyes drift over to Dan, who’s been silent the whole time, aside from giving halfhearted laughs and accepting Graveyard refills…

…along with bringing up the one who’s been on Josh’s mind for a while.

“Well…not the whole group.”

Josh remembered that this night would end, and that everyone would go back to dealing with their trauma.

Not alone. Please for the love of god not alone.

He felt like some kind of traitor again, for feeling this awful around people with whom he should be happy.

It shouldn’t feel like this, after all this time. We won, didn’t we?

He remembered the panic attack he talked Lily through by phone after Britney called him, begging for help. He remembered Ava’s blank face as the signs of a flashback started to show. He remembered the bags under Stacy’s eyes as she drank more coffee than was healthy. He remembered the late night texts from Andy faking small talk when he couldn’t sleep and needed some anchor to reality. He remembered the way Dan finally admitted with tears that he wasn’t fine, was anything but fine.

And he remembered seeing the thing that used to be Noah in the ruins, looking back at him with those white eyes before vanishing.

No, Josh realized. We didn’t.

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Seconds ago, Josh had gotten Noah out of Redfield’s (no, Jane’s) control as he was seconds away from being stabbed.

He goaded and taunted the monster they all feared since childhood, and fended it off with a whistle.

So this should be easy, right?

Taking Jane’s place so she could finally be free of the hell she spent nearly a decade in.

“I’m sorry, Josh,” Noah sobbed. “Please…please tell my mom-”

“Wait!” Josh said shakily. “It doesn’t have to be you!”

“Josh, please, it had to be me,” Noah begged. “Let me do this. Let me fix my mistakes.”

“NO!” he screamed. “Don’t you dare! Let me do this! Let me take her place instead!”

Except…

Josh didn’t say any of that.

He wanted to stop Noah, he wanted to so much, but no matter what, his throat wouldn’t obey.

When it mattered the most, all he could give is silence.

If the two of them were any closer, their faces would touch. Unfallen tears pooled in Noah’s eyes, filled with regret

Josh didn’t know what to do. He wanted to scream at Noah. He wanted to hug him and never let go. He wanted to punch him.

But Noah acted before Josh could.

His lips weren’t soft, but warm and gentle, and soon turn salty when tears hit their lips. Neither of them knew whose.

“I’m sorry,” Josh lost count of the number of times Noah’s apologized today. “I just…I needed to do that. Just once…”

Those are the last words Noah ever said as a human.

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The night ended with everyone promising to see each other tomorrow, and soon after that.

And so, here were Josh and Lucas, waiting together on a bench on the sidewalk for Josh’s mom to come pick them up and give Lucas a ride to his house.

Despite everyone parting with the unspoken promise of this goodbye isn’t for good, Josh couldn’t help that irrational fear that the opposite would be true, and they’d all fall apart over again.

“You good?” Lucas pulled Josh out of his thoughts.

“Huh?” he mumbled dumbly.

“You’re squeezing my hand pretty hard there,” Lucas shakes his hand holding Josh’s, and he finds out he’s right; Josh is squeezing Lucas’s hand like some kind of lifeline.

“Sorry,” Josh says sheepishly as he eases his grip, but Lucas gives a gentle squeeze, keeping him from pulling away.

“Hey, you’re alright,” Lucas says before Josh can apologize any more.

Josh smiled at him, not trusting himself to speak right now. Unfortunately, it just gave way to an awkward silence.

“Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Lucas asks.

“What…” do you mean, Josh wanted to say, but he just didn’t have the heart to lie to his boyfriend’s face.

“I know,” Josh sighed.

And he did. But that was a different story than being able to do it.

“I’m here for you. So is everyone else. And if something’s been on your mind, we’d all listen if you wanted to talk.”

Josh wanted to.

He probably needed to.

Josh remembered Dan, how he desperately needed someone to talk to, how he needed help, and what happened after he didn’t get it (it wasn’t his fault, it was mine).

But what could he possibly say?

Is it okay for me to have lingering feelings for someone else? Someone who betrayed us and led us to a monster? Someone who’s a monster now himself? Someone almost all of you understandably hate?

There’s no way he can bring that up. Not to his friends, not to his boyfriend.

“I don’t wanna talk,” Josh sighs. “Could we just…be here…? If that makes any sense?”

“It doesn’t,” Lucas jokes. “But it’s a good thing I’m a mind reader.”

Lucas put an arm around Josh, pulling him closer.

Josh rested his head on Lucas’s shoulder and closed his eyes, enjoying his boyfriend’s presence.

In the future, when Josh finally found it in him to talk, he’d be able to go back to the cabin. Against all advice, he’d look for Noah in the shadowy figure that haunted the woods. And he’d find him. And soon after, Josh would be able to help more people who were forced into a world of monsters like he and his friends were.

#playchoices #pixelberry #it lives in the woods #fanfiction #noah marshall #lucas thomas #ava cunningham #andy kang #stacey green #tom sato #lily ortiz #dan pierce #my fics

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princessofthedarkrealm · 6 years

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These Violet Delights ~Chapter 1 (an Eddie Brock/Venom story)

(yes I meant to put violet instead of violent lol)

She splashed through another puddle of water. She didn’t know why she was coming this way. Too dark. And this was San Francisco after all. She turned a corner between the two buildings. Dead end. She heard movement behind her. A hissing sound. She whipped around. A shadow loomed ahead of her she glanced up. A large, black, slick looking creature clung to the building. It opened its mouth revealing large, knifelike teeth. A long tongue, covered in saliva, lolled out of its mouth.

She screamed. But when she turned and started to run, black tendrils shot out, grabbing her arms and torso and pinning her to the brick wall. The creature loomed in front of her. Milky white eyes stared at her. Her heart pounded as a cold, sick dread filled her stomach.

“You smell delicious, sweet one. We wonder if you taste as nice as you smell.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but let out a gasp instead. “P-please don’t eat me.

The creature looked taken aback. “Eat you? Who ever said about eating you? We only want a taste.”

He opened his mouth and brought his head down towards her. She screamed.

Nessa Clark sat up in bed, covered in a sheen of sweat. This was the third time she had had this nightmare—the alley, the creature of black goo. She pulled herself into a better sitting position. She had had some strange dreams before, but this… She pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed. She went to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face. Sapphire blue eyes stared back at her. She dried her hands and ran them through her dyed, chin length black hair. She really needed to gain some weight. And the fact that that she was barely over five feet didn’t help either. She looked like a gothic fairy. Nessa yawned. She used the bathroom and then shuffled along back to bed. As she pulled up the covers, she glanced at the clock. 3:50. Three more hours until time to get up for work. Not that it mattered what time she got up at. She got back under the covers and closed her eyes, trying to even her breathing. Surprisingly, it didn’t take her long to fall asleep.

**********

“Palm readings for twenty dollars! Tarot readings for thirty!” People kept passing. Nessa swallowed the dryness in her throat. She would have to take a break for lunch soon. “Palm readings for twenty dollars!”

“You think someone would want to have their palms read.”

Maria plopped herself on the sidewalk next to Nessa’s chair.

“You mean besides you?” Nessa gave her a sweet smile.

Maria chuckled. “You’ve had what, two customers so far today?”

Nessa sighed. “Yeah.”

Maria patted Nessa’s thigh. “It’s morning. It’ll pick up soon.”

“Yeah,” Nessa repeated. Then in a more chipper voice she said, “Hey thanks for letting me share your space.“

“No problem, hun. And speaking of which, I need to get to work. Holla at ya later.”

“Bye.”

Maria stood. Nessa watched her walk down a ways to the free newspaper dispenser. The homeless woman then took them out and plopped them down on the sidewalk against the wall. Nessa shook her head. She couldn’t help but pity the older woman, but Maria took advantage of people. At least Nessa was trying to earn money honestly, however shady her work was. A couple of young women stopped in front of her table and glanced around at what was on it.

They were unsure, but Nessa could also feel their excitement.

She grinned at them. “Care to have your palms read, loves?”

**********

Carlton Drake, head and founder of the Life Foundation, started at the dead body through the glass of one of the containment rooms.

He sighed and placed his hands on his hips. “Another mess to clean up.”

A middle aged Middle Eastern woman pushed up her glasses nervously. “Sir, we are running out of volunteers.”

“I know, Dr. Skirth.”

At that moment, a tall, burly man stepped forward. “Mr. Drake, there’s something you need to know.”

Drake watched the symbiote slithering around inside the containment room like a pile of living slime. “What is it, Treece?”

“Chavez here says he knows someone who knows the streets; hangs out with the homeless.”

Drake finally regarded his group of men. “Really?” He glanced at a shorter, Latino guy in the group.

Chavez gave a nod. “It’s true, sir. I used to have a buddy of mine. He’s got a girl, well…they’re not together anymore. She has these abilities.”

Drake raised his eyebrows. He placed his hands in his pockets and sauntered over to Chavez. “What kind of abilities?”

Chavez glanced back and forth between Treece and Drake.

“The kind that can help us find exactly what we’re looking for.”

**********

Nessa was furious. Someone had trashed her table. Again. Maria was supposed to be watching it for her. Luckily Nessa had taken her crystal ball and cards with her when she had gone to grab a bite to eat. She placed her drink and bagged sub sandwich on the table and grabbed her sign that said “Miss Violet’s Palm and Tarot Readings” that was lying on the sidewalk a foot away. She stuck it under her table. She glanced down the way and saw Maria sitting in her usual spot next to the adult store. Nessa grabbed her drink and food and started walking in that direction. The sidewalk was jammed packed. Nessa made her way around a group of people who were too busy talking and laughing to watch where they were going. She was almost to Maria when a man walked out of the adult store. Nessa stopped just in time. Her drink sloshed in her hand.

“Woah, watch it, girl.”

She held up her full hands. “Sorry. I am so sorry,” she told the man as he walked off the way she had come from.

She took a couple of steps backwards and turned around…

And slammed into a wall of muscle. Nessa dropped her drink and food. She stumbled backwards. The guy caught her forearms. As soon as she touched her, her vision was overtaken.

A man stumbled around, his face and grey hoodie he was wearing drenched in sweat. He grabbed his head. The vision shifted to show the same man in what appeared to be an apartment punch a man in some kind black military garb. Except the hand that had punched the other guy hadn’t been his own, but was instead large, black and slick looking.

Nessa stumbled again as the vision went away. This one had come on hard and she probably would have fallen had the guy not been holding on to her.

Maria was on her feet. “Eddie, why don’t you watch where the hell you’re going?”

Nessa stared up at the guy in front of her. He was same one from her vision.

“You alright? I’m so sorry.” He told her.

“Yeah,” she replied weakly.

“Here, let me get this.” He bent to pick up her stuff.

Maria was looking at Nessa funny. “Ness?”

Nessa didn’t answer. What had been wrong with this guy, or rather, was going to be wrong with him? Why had his hand looked like it was made out of the same black stuff as the creature she had been seeing in her dreams?

The guy stood with her drink, or what was left of it, in his hand.

“Aw shit. I’ll buy you another one.” He handed her sandwich. It was still in its bag, unscathed.

She still stared at him, not saying anything.

“Jeez, Eddie.” Maria put her hands on her hips. “Ya happy? You just knocked her senseless.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” Eddie told Nessa. “Just tell me where you got this,” he held up her cup, “and I’ll get you another one.”

“Maybe uh…maybe some other time.” Nessa gave him a ghost of a smile. “It’s getting late. I should head home anyway.”

“You sure? I don’t mind.”

Nessa sighed. The guy was cute. And it had been a while since she had actually hung out with anyone. “My table’s over here.” She gestured with her sandwich.

She and Eddie started walking.

“So you uh…sell things?” he asked.

“Well not exactly…things. I’m uh…” She picked up her bag with her ball and cards. “I do tarot readings.”

Eddie gave a nod. “Nice.”

They got back to Nessa’s table. She set her stuff down. “Look, don’t worry about the drink. I’m sure that’s not the first time that’s happened.” She glanced back down the way they had come. “I’m sure you didn’t get that paper for free either.”

Eddie made a noise that sounded like a cross between a grunt and a laugh. “I take it you’ve known Maria for a while.”

Nessa shrugged. “Long enough. She’s good to have around though. We look out for each other.” She leaned back against the table and crossed her arms over her chest. She was dying to ask this guy who the hell he was.

“So will I see you around then?”

Eddie shrugged. “Don’t see why not. I pass this way to go home. I’ll be sure to stop by and say hi again, Miss…”

It took a second for Nessa to realize he wanted her name. “Oh. Vanessa.” She pointed to her herself. “I’m Vanessa. But everyone calls me Nessa. Or if you want to, you can also call me,” she reached under the table and pulled out her sign.

Eddie read it. “Miss Violet. Sounds pretty cool.”

Nessa shrugged. “It’s my middle name. It’s what the general public knows me as.”

“Well then I’ll see you around, Miss Violet.” He waved his paper at her. “And I will pay you back for that drink.”

She nodded. “I’ll hold you up to that. Oh and, Eddie…” She stepped up to him with her right palm out in a calming gesture, “please, please be careful out there. I know San Fran isn’t the worse city, but…” She wanted so badly to tell him about her vision, about her gift, but that would have to be for another time. “Just be careful.”

He gave her a smile and a wink. “You too.”

And then he was gone into the night.

@seachelle-the-tideborn @grotesquegabby @iwatobiswimbros @vengealis @badel-bite

#venom #venom fanfic #eddie brock #venom x reader #eddie brock x reader #venom movie #venom movie 2018

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wannawrite · 7 years

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Crystals In The Night

who?: Wanna One’s Lai Guanlin genre: 🌸 type: bullet point, part of Christmas collab wink wonk blog navigator. • last instalment of mine for the collaboration with @onlyjihoons and @hwinkinghwi • you and Guanlin plan to meet at Orchard,,,but as usual, things never really go to plan oh shit, this collaboration has drawn to an end sooner than I expected, oh dear I’ll miss it terribly. It was an amazing experience working with such talent, skilled and competent authors, they are definitely seniors in this field. Thank you to my bebs for putting up with me and never hesitating to help me when I got stuck. Sorry for how messy all my works have been, and how inconsistent my schedule is :( Looking forward to collaborating with you guys again!!!💓 If anyone would like to work with us, please reach our dms! - Admin L

• Orchard Road - the busiest road at this time of the year • I’m doing a lot of explaining in this collaboration but basically, Orchard Road is equivalent to Hollywood Boulevard or downtown • something like that • history: the whole stretch used to be a fruit plantation but that was gone ages ago so now in replacement, a concrete shopping stretch • the most popular outlet for avid shoppers and tourists alike • in summary, Orchard Road is where you go if you want to shop • now • a couple of days ago, your internet best friend - whom you had met in real life a few times - called you to say that he would be in Singapore for work around Christmas time • his name is Lai Guanlin by the way • you had screamed in excitement and immediately, the two of you planned to meet up along the Orchard Road stretch to admire the blinking Christmas decorations • on Christmas Eve • tbh Guanlin was a shady person • he never once mentioned the kind of work he did • you had put your trust in him but still... • he never seemed to be on social media anymore IG, Twitter, private Snap • Guanlin had talked about ‘photoshoots’ and ‘studio time’ so you just assumed he was a model • you wouldn’t bat an eye if he was • how did you get so lucky? your internet friend had turned out to be a the handsomest man you had ever talked to • and probably the sweetest too • the first time you guys had seen each other face to face was in Taipei, Taiwan when you were on a family holiday • disclaimer: I’m not exactly sure which part of Taiwan Guanlin is from but let’s just say he was in Taipei for work ;) • you were stumbling around like a lost sheep on the streets of Ximending - another shopping hotspot - frantically calling Guanlin’s phone • and he was not answering • the bright city lights, the flashing signboards and the bustling busyness of the crowd threw you into worry • a dozen thoughts raced in your mind • ‘was he a real person?’ • ‘what if it was all a scam?’ • ‘do I even know who he truly is?’ • your parents would have thrown a fit but thankfully, your uncle had occupied their time by ushering them into a nearby eatery • and your cousin had accompanied you to search for the Houdini of an internet friend you had • ‘come on y/n, you can’t give up like this! you’ve known him for...2 years? it’ll be worth it!’ she encouraged, elbowing you in the ribs • you shoved through the crowd, still calling his mobile • ‘the number you have dialled is currently unavailable. Please-‘ • an upset groan slipped past your lips yet you refused to give up • suddenly, you heard a familiar voice yelling in the distance • a voice you had heard a thousand times • on Snapchat • wishing you goodnight • telling you about his day when you face timed • Lai Guanlin • your feet thudded in the direction of his voice, ears craning to hear more • you had to find him • and he found you • Guanlin had a slender, fine-boned figure, one any catwalk model would be jealous of. His skin was honey tan, kissed by the warm golden rays of sun. • dark glossy locks framed his sculpted face, his full brows furrowed and his pink lips pursed • he seemed to be speaking furiously to an older teenage girl, a scowl marring his handsome features • but it was Guanlin for sure • and if your guess was right, that teenager would be his older sister • still hidden as a mere face in the crowd, your shaking hands had dialled his number again • his phone was buzzing in the pocket of his jeans • sighing, he turned to his sister. ‘I’m sorry but they’re calling, it’s been four times, I have to answer.’ • ‘hi y/n! ugh sorry I didn’t pick up. where are you right now?’ Guanlin’s hopeful eyes began scanning the crowd but not in your direction. • when all he received back was your heavy breaths, he panicked, fearing you had lost your way • lol I’m just behind you turn around • ‘l-look...behind you’ • puzzlement crosses his face but he obeys nonetheless and that confusion is replaced by pure shock and happiness • y’all do have that warm, massive hug like any internet best friend would have • how cute • just reminiscing about it makes you all soft and warm • to the outside world, you must look like a complete lunatic staring into space, slender fingers curled around the straw of your frothy Starbucks drink and stirring it slowly • strange • ‘oi that person a bit suspicious hor, kuai da dian hua gei mata.’ [quick, call the police] • but you pay those inquisitive eyes no mind and continue breathing your own air • just thinking about your friend makes your heart start to flutter madly again • 💓💓💓 • ooooh ;) • the only thing that stabbed your heart was that you were sitting in Starbucks for a long time now • and it was a Starbucks further away from Orchard Road because you didn’t want to have a first look at the lights without him • so sweet :”) • my friends would be like ‘lol we’re looking at them already you were late’ • hi i’m always late • Guanlin said he could get off at about 7.30pm so you said ‘let’s meet at 8pm’ • the illuminated screen of your phone revealed that it was 8.15pm • *sips tea* • you swiped to check your texts • you: hi lin, i’m here • you: where are you? • you: call me when you reach okay! • the LED screen shut off before there ever was a reply from him • but like the understanding best friend you are, you brushed it off, constantly reminding yourself that he was probably busy at work and would be fired if he checked his handphone for even a second • you stirred the drink on your table again • hmm, it still wasn’t melting • 8.20pm • your lips curved around the top of the straw, taking a sip, eyes darting to locate Guanlin • how interesting would it be to meet a stranger’s eyes as they glared out of Starbucks’ glass window, sitting ramrod straight in the plush booth, shoulders stiff and shoes tapping the ground anxiously • it appeared as if lasers from your eyes could cut holes through the glass • 8.35pm • don’t get mad don’t be mad don’t worry stay calm breathe stay collected • no new messages • hah Guanlin what the hell • you focused on your pleasant surroundings instead of the thing making you lose your temper • it was an appropriately busy time at Starbucks • meaning, the baristas and staff were able to put up with the workload and there wasn’t some kind of ridiculous snaking queue of 30 people • hi i’ve been in one. it was when Starbucks here was offering one for one and the queue went outside the shop and it was all students • me too sis me too • you watched the baristas as they effortlessly mixed delicious drinks • delightful aromas wafted through the air • the smell of ground coffee beans, the fluffiness of fresh whipped cream, all the different types of candied spice made your mouth water • even as the night progressed, the cashiers still took customers order with joy, beaming and wishing them ‘merry Christmas’ • muffins and other sweet and savoury treats were being swiped off the shelf before your eyes • speaking of eyes, your own were tired, a little droopy and glossed over • but you knew that as soon as you saw Guanlin, they would light up like a candle in the night, bright with alertness and burning with energy • he really had that effect on you, goodness • was it love? • CHRISTMAS LOVERS • but you couldn’t give it much thought as the calming ‘tick-tocks’ of the wall clock went by and the delectable smells of the kitchen lulled you into a deep sleep • head buried in your arms on the table, hoodie keeping your lap warm • your dream comprised of you, Lai Guanlin and a mistletoe hanging over both your heads • it made you smile • no new messages 9.45pm • one unread message 10pm • hi I found out that Starbucks at The Cathay is open 24/7 while researching for this fic • finally, your eyelids began to flutter open, brain trying to process all that had happened in a span of two hours • after all, you did have a pretty wonderful dream so all was good • oh • Guanlin • his disappearance and not answering your calls • your face fell immediately, heart sinking to the bottom of the ocean - the worst part was that it had floated to the top of ‘lake happiness’ with your dream • it was only a while after that you realised a man sitting in front of you • well you hoped so • right up to his nose was covered by a cotton black mask that hugged his jaw and he had pulled a red bucket hat over to hide his coloured hair • but it wasn’t Guanlin - his eyes were a different shade of hazel • but this guy was equally cute • ‘oh! hi,’ you greeted awkwardly, face beginning to heat up as you probably looked like a mess • it seemed like he smiled, then realised you couldn’t see through the mask, eyes widened before he pulled it off and grinned again • snaggletooth • ‘hi! I’m Woojin, Guanlin’s friend. He told me to sit with you until he came back.’ • you nod, smiling • wait • golden bronze skin, snaggletooth, large brown eyes..... • coloured hair, trying to hide his identity • you lowered your voice by a notch, creeping closer • ‘a-aren’t you...Park Woojin?’ • pause • explanation: you know bits and pieces of the k-pop world but because you’re kind of slow and oblivious you can’t catch up fast enough, thus, you know nothing about Wanna One other than what your friend’s tell you at school • honestly, I only know two people in my school who stan Wanna One so • you only know Woojin because your best friend has a huge sticker of him on her file • Woojin raises his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised and nods • ‘wow Guanlin never told me you were a fan, hanging out with him must be a dream come true.’ • wait wha- • ‘he most likely won’t ever tell you so I will. Please don’t get mad at him for being late, he had a huge argument with our manager today because even after our shoot was over, he wasn’t letting us go for the free time that was scheduled. So they fought and now he’s probably in deep shit but whatever, at least he has you.’ • manager? shoot? • your throat tightened, chest constricted • oh my god • GUANLIN IS AN IDOL • A REALLY POPULAR ONE AT THAT • ‘he’s outside talking to our manager now. I should go get him.’ • so now you’re kind-of-friends with another idol what is happening • all I wanted was my baby boy Linlin • but hey, you aren’t complaining • hehehe time to text my other best friend >:) • the soft rattle of the bells by the door is picked up by your sensitive ears, it feels as if time stops and all you can zoom in on is Guanlin • before he knows it, you launch out of your seat and right into his arms • thank God he’s tall and strong • he’s a paper fairy irl I’m sure of it • your hands grip his thin shirt tightly, eyes squeezed shut in happiness as your chin rests on his shoulder • ‘you’re here, it’s really you,’ you whisper so it’s only audible to the two of you • and maybe third-wheel Woojin • Guanlin went all out to protect his identity. mask, glasses and a baseball cap • he smiles through his mask, you can practically feel the happiness radiating from him • ‘you didn’t get in too much trouble, did you? I’m sorry.’ you ask, voice low. feet trailing behind as you exit Starbucks • Guanlin’s eyes frost over with sadness. ‘No, no, don’t be. I’ll work it out, don’t worry. I’ve already told hyung...wait, how did you know?’ • he whips round to face Woojin, who casually says, ‘You know I had to.’ • Guanlin can only sigh and agree • however, as you walk down the busy street, cool breeze brushing past, he cheers up • ‘come on, let’s go see those Christmas lights!’ • without thinking, he slips his hand into yours and happily skips towards Orchard Road • MY HEART SOMEONE HOLD ME • Woojin quickly sneaks off to meet Jihoon • you don’t say a word, enjoying the feeling of your hands entwined together • ‘woah.’ the gasp leaves your lips before you can stop it, but it’s safe to say everyone is blown away by the Christmas decorations • government invests in this okay • I think so • a lot of people invest in these things here • there’s a massive arch greeting you at the entrance, calming blue and purple wire Christmas trees illuminate the structure, giving it a ‘wonderland feel’ • HYPE • Guanlin clutches you close, partly afraid of losing you in the crowd, partly because he feels reassured when he’s around you • both of you venture further, admiring all the sights of the busy road • you step through a futuristic portal Narnia entering The Walk Of Wonder, the reflective silver fabric blankets a myriad of blue fairy lights. it feels like magical creatures dancing among you, welcoming you into their universe • Guanlin’s phone camera does all the work • he has an adorable gummy smile on his face as he shows you pictures he took • ‘oh god! delete that! I wasn’t ready!’ • but he doesn’t listen and sets it as his wallpaper • Guanlin looks so amazed by what he’s seeing, like a small child, amusement evident in his cheery gaze • love love love love • you’re busy looking around for mistletoe • The Tree of Time indicates there’s only a couple of hours left before Christmas • maybe a few more hours til your first Christmas kiss • ooh ;) • ‘hey,’ Guanlin calls. ‘What’s that?’ He gestures to what seems like a mini village, warm lights emitting from the set up • shrugging, you venture forward to find Endless Wonder Christmas Village • btw you can find more about all these/if you need a visual representation of all this, click here • exchanging smug grins, you and Lin dash in the direction of delicious food • me too • you guys settle at a white picnic table, feasting under the stars • ‘oh god,’ Guanlin says. ‘I can’t believe I’m eating at this hour. I’m going to get fired.’ • you roll your eyes. ‘Shush, you’re 63kg [profile weight during pd101] at the most you need to gain weight. Don’t worry, I’ll fire your manager then.’ you drop another cookie into his mouth • mouth full, he grins widely, eyes forming slender crescents • ‘i’m happy seeing you eat. Idol life is stressful, take care of yourself.’ • ‘you sound like one of my hyungs,’ he teases playfully • ‘I mean it and I’m sure they do too. You should relax and enjoy yourself.’ • Guanlin daps a napkin on the sides of his mouth, hanging his head to avoid being spotted by fans • then, he meets eyes with you and smirks, reaching for your hand • ‘let’s go have fun!’ • fun? Pop-up amusement rides sound fun • ‘Guanlin I swear if you get me on this thing I’ll-‘ • *screams* • as the Teacup ride starts spinning • he laughs mercilessly. ‘This is a ride for kids, y/n!’ • he tells you ridiculous stories of his hyungs after. ‘Minhyun can’t ride the Viking ship ride, ever. He has nightmares of it.’ • Guanlin visibly loosens up once you know his idol status, but he does worry that someone might recognise him • despite his worries, he throws caution to the wind just to spend more fun times with you • lol fck rumours, fck paparazzi, I deserve to hang out with my best friend and enjoy too • eventually, you two pack up and continue exploring the lights as the night grows darker • ‘mhm, I’ll tell you my whole idol story when we get ice cream at midnight,’ he promises • you seal it with your pinky • a dozen more pictures fill up both camera rolls as you two pose beside candy canes • snowmen • gingerbread men • which Guanlin buys the edible kind for you at the Christmas market • ‘hehehe hyungs must be so jealous of all the good food we’re eating >:)’ • guys, whenever I see this ‘>:)’ it just reminds me of Red Velvet during Peek-A-Boo • I can’t dksjskdksjsbd • ‘omg y/n you’re so evil you bit off his head.’ • GUANLIN’S REFERRING TO THE GINGERBREAD OF COURSE • ‘hehehe >:)’ • also you: ‘stfu Guanlin don’t lie and say you wouldn’t too.’ • walk walk walk • ‘truth or dare lin?’ • ‘dare.’ • ‘I dare you to take an ornament from that tree.’ • PLEASE DON’T ACTUALLY TAKE ANYTHING THIS CHRISTMAS • you ended up with a new purple star ornament in your arms • Guanlin signs it with a heart using a borrowed Tokyo Hands marker • ‘can’t ignore my adoring fans :”)’ • you sigh his baseball cap, which he’s surprisingly thrilled about • after all the excitement has died and the two of are worn out, you settle at an ice cream parlour that’s still open • maybe since its the holidays • you talk while spooning ice cream into each others’ mouths • how romantic • where is mY MISTLETOE GOD DO YOUR THING LET’S GET IT • ‘I enjoyed my time today, it was so good to have a break and spend it with you,’ Guanlin says, honesty in his voice. ‘I’ll miss you so much. You truly light up my life.’ • aha this collaboration cannot end without my puns • you chuckle, placing your hand in his again. ‘Ahh, I’ll miss you too. Please don’t make your manager mad and you can tell me more about your group the next facetime. I’ll be sure to buy your album on iTunes.’ • cue gummy smile before a devilish grin overtakes his cuteness • ‘you better, if not,’ he pauses to launch tickles at your sides. ‘I’ll tickle you to death.’ • laughing, you fight him off, gently pushing his hands away • comfortable silence fills the gaps as you stare out at the streets, still lively, still bright like stars against the midnight sky • ‘go,’ you say softly. ‘go make me proud. go be my star and shine on stage.’ • he nods, heart bursting with love for you. ‘I will. Don’t worry. Ooh, you should come to our performance sometime.’ the sides of his mouth blossom into a smile at the thought of you cheering in the crowd for him • ‘ehhh, does that mean my Christmas gift this year is a Wanna One lightstick?’ • Guanlin puts his hands up in mock surrender. ‘you caught me, what can I say?’ • you both collapse into laughter but truthfully, he knows there’s a prettily wrapped Wanna One lightstick sitting in your P.O box • and maybe, you get his more of his love than usual💖 • MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!💚❤️❤️💚💚❤️❤️💚💚❤️❤️💚💚❤️💚

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 #produce 101 scenarios #yoon jisung #ha sungwoon #hwang minhyun #ong seongwoo #kim jaehwan #kang daniel #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin

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kawaiibeela · 6 years

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2017 in review... i guess?

so i guess im gonna do this lol... its not really a review of my year but i will talk about a few major personal things over the past few months that happened to me, LONG LONG LONGGGGG POST UNDER THE CUT

a lot of people complained about 2017 being a shitty year, a continuation for 2016..... and i thought it would be too.... and thats how it started.... i was stuck in a crappy job for 6 years.... i wanted to leave so badly but i was also scared.... scared that what if i couldn’t find anything else? scared in my skills as a graphic designer.... i hated all my work and everything i produced from that job, i got comfortable at this job.... i could come and go as i pleased, i could take any day off i wanted.... but they were toxic people, they judged me very hard for liking the things i did, they were very negative about everything, they forced stuff on me that wasn’t part of my job, they made me feel very awkward, they would make “comments” about my religion when it didn’t fit their needs...it was very uncomfortable at times.... i would just lie to myself and to other people when asked “how’s work going?” i would say “not bad, its pretty good, i’m doing some fun events” but i was slowly drowning inside.... my parents and close friends would always tell me “you need to quit!!! just quit!!! find something better!! you’re better than this place” but i never believed it..... i never believed them..... when i should have been listening to them....

i started to tell myself, this is enough.... i cant deal with this place any more.... i started to work on my portfolio website.... but i hated it..... i hated everything about it..... everything in there just reminded me of my old shitty job that i hated... all this effort put into something that i hated... because i was forced to do what the clients wanted, it was frustrating!!

a few years ago, i went to this graphic design conference that was meant to help people find jobs, i went to a portfolio review and all 3 reviewers told me the same thing, the work i put in seem forced and not my style, they said to add stuff i was passionate about and stuff that i enjoyed and my work would speak for itself, every person that i showed my arashi posters too, said it was my strongest piece.... i should use that piece for sure!!

that helped me get a sense of what i wanted!! i deleted everything from my old portfolio site, except my logo which i actually still love, i kept 1 project from my old job which was the biggest and most challenging one i worked on to show that i have real life experience.

i decided to develop my arashi project into a full campaign, i added more pieces, i designed more stuff, for the fun of it.... every weekend for a while in the spring and summer, my friends and i were meeting up at cafes to help focus on stuff, i got a lottttt done there!!! i wanted to focus on stuff that was important to me, fandoms!! duh!! arashi of course, kiramune which had recently at the time become my new loves, and oldcodex!!! i decided to try and make designs based on them for fun!! i took kirafes 2017′s design and I remade it for myself, i imagined how i wanted the goods to look, i imagined how i wanted the posters to look, the pamphlet, and it took forever, but it was fun, it was frustrating but it was rewarding to come up with something i was proud of!! something i was happy about!! something that when i talked about it, i could explain what i wanted to and why i did certain things.

for the oldcodex stuff, i made an editorial piece, i wanted to reflect their personalities so i just kept trying different things until i was happy!! in the end it came out really great and i was able to do that piece pretty fast as well too!!

i also kept in my portfolio parts of a magazine that i had worked on.... but i wasnt happy with a lot of parts of that magazine too... so i made my own pages to “add in” about the olympics and they came out really nice!!

i was confident in my portfolio for once.... it took months and months of work.... but i was happy about it... i was proud of it.... i was excited about it.... but...... i was scared..... scared i wasnt ready for the next step.... what if i put all this effort into it and im still not good enough? how will i feel then? i also hate going to interviews because of my anxiety as well too....

but finally around the beginning of September, i was actually able to 100% complete my portfolio, my business cards and resumes were also complete...

and i was scrolling down on facebook... and one of my old friends posted something..... we were really close during college, we took graphic design together but as the semesters went on, we drifted apart as well too... it had been probably like 4-5 years since i’d ever talked to her even.... but she posted “looking for a junior graphic designer for a 3 month contract” and i kinda looked at that for a while... i messaged one of my friends about it and said “hmmmm...... my friend just posted this.... what should i do?” and she told me “just message your friend and apply!!! just do it” she gave me that push because she knew how much i hated my current job too!!

so i messaged my friend and asked her if she could submit my resume to HR.... and she did.... that was on friday.... i was scared.... and nervous.....but then... on a tuesday after work..... my phone rang and i got a call from the company..... its a photography company here in Toronto that has locations across Canada. they wanted me in for an interview.... a what??? wait what??? an interview???? they said they looked at my portfolio and were interested....... ehhhhh??? i was in shock..... but i was so happy too!! but scared..... the last interview i went on was like 2-3 years ago and it went pretty bad......... so i had no idea how this one would go..... the HR person was really nice though... she had told me that i would be interviewed by herself, the marketing manager and the art director.... i was scared as hell..... she gave me their names so i looked them up.... the art director........ he was so good..... his website was so nice!!! i started to lose confidence again but, its funny.... he was japanese.... i thought “oh crap, what if he tries to read parts of my portfolio?” i had used japanese interviews in my kiramune project but i couldnt find stuff for each member so i just copied and pasted, i thought “hes gonna know im just making stuff up” LOL I just kept thinking of useless thoughts in my head..... but i thought.... whatever.... im just gonna do it...... my interview was on thursday, i had called my old job and told them i couldnt work that day and they said it was fine because it was a really slow time... i obviously didnt tell them i was going for a job interview.... but i went anyways, i got there really early so i just sat somewhere and went over stuff i had planned for my interview, i had written stuff down in my journal and was gonna use that as a guideline for when they asked me questions, they asked some things similar to what i had planned but they asked some different stuff too... they were so nice.... throughout the interview they had kept complimenting my stuff, they said everything flowed very nicely and they really liked me work, they had asked me how i got interested in design and i answered the most face palming thing.... i mentioned anime... and i said i used to watch anime and pokemon as a kid and i dreamt of being an animator in japan and then i was like “oh no.... i didnt just tell them im a weeb did it?” and i was like “oh god, my life is over” haha i felt really embarassed ahaha oops LOL but then they were also really impressed by that answer too.... they asked if i had any retail experience and i told them i had experience working at this amusement park after high school too and it helped me deal with customers and stuff too... this was a job i had from like 10 years ago or something, it wasnt even on my resume any more, is just one of those jobs u get to make money.... like..... i thought nothing of it..... but they were SO EXCITED about it when i told them, they were like “wow!!! thats so great!!” they seemed so intrigued in everything i said!! the HR person was like “you seem very energetic!!” and i was like really happy!! no one really compliments me or my work usually haha XD

towards the end of the interview, they asked if i had any questions for them and i asked them 2 questions and they seemed really impressed too!! haha they were like “those are great questions” haha

at the end of the interview, i asked for their business cards so i could email them and thank them for taking time to interview me. they thanked me and the HR person said she’d be in touch the next few days

after the interview, i messaged my friend who had helped send in my resume and she said “just between you and me, they came upstairs and i think they really like you” omggg i felt sooo happy haha

on the way home, i remember getting really lost LOL it took me almost like 3 hours to get home i think XD i ended up finding a small japanese store that i bought a bunch of stuff from ahaha

so... i waited the weekend..... it was monday.... and i didnt hear from them.... tuesday went by and i didnt hear anything, i thought i must not have gotten the job, but then wednesday again, i got an email from the HR person, asking if i could email her 2-3 references... which i had none... so i asked 2 of my old coworkers from different jobs and they replied right away too because they also knew i hated my current job ahah so i sent my references and then on thursday while i was at work... i got a call from the HR person saying “i called both of your refernces and they both said wonderful things about you so we would like to offer you the 3 month contract position” like OMGGGG i almost screamed of joy!!! i was jumping up and down outside the office haha XD

i told this job that i would need 1 week to give my old job a heads up tho, so i could start on the following wednesday

but then i got scared again, i had to tell my current job i was quitting... i mustered up the courage and just told my one boss first, she was so happy for me, she gave me a hug and she wished me all the best too!! but then i had to tell the owner of the company and his wife, theyre both assholes so i didnt wanna tell them, but my 1 coworker helped me figure out how to tell them.... so i told them and they were unhappy but i told them id help for 1 last event (until the end of october) they appreciated that at least

so that following tuesday was my last day being in office at that crappy job i hated!!! i literally left there SKIPPING with a HUGGGEEE grin on my face!! i would never have to go back to that horrible place again!!! omg i was soooo happy!!!!

im getting tired of writing all this now LOL so im gonna fast forward a bit, but the new job was amazing, people there loved me and they were so appreciative of me, it was a huge 360 turn!!

i was working at this new place but then in the evenings id help at my old job by working from home, that was horrible, i couldnt deal.... after that last job at my old work was done, i told them i couldnt help out any more and theyd have to find a new designer.... after 6 years of working there.... 6 FRIKKEN YEARS!!!!!! i told them i was probably going to have my contract extended and i told her i was so excited and she messaged back saying “thats not good for us but anyway congrats” like WTF BITCH!!! I HELPED YOU OUT SO MUCH!! I WAS SO NICE TO YOU!!! GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE!!! I CANT EVEN WITH YOU!! LIKE OMG!!! i told her id send her files that i worked on and she replied 2 days later that she’ll download them later my last message to her was just “k” i was SO FUCKING DONE!!!! I HATE HER SO MUCH!!!

ANYYYYYYYWAYYYSSSSSSS...... fast forward another few weeks?months? my manager told me that she was able to get me to job full time..... FULL FUCKING TIME........ this was my first EVER full time job that related to my career, the old crappy one was never full time.... this is the first one ive had thats full time and ill get benefits and vacation and everything!! like OH. MY. GOD. i left work SOOOOOO happy!!! i actually CRIEDDDDD tears of joy!!! i couldnt believe it!!! i cant believe it!!! like omg!!! they all congratulated me!!! they were so proud of me!!! i was proud of me!!! i told my parents and i think for the first time in mine and their life, THEY were proud of me!!!! like it was amazinnnnggg!!! its still amazing!!!! we had a work lunch party and my manager was like “id like to take this time to officially tell you all that Nabeela is now full time with us” and they all raised their glasses and cheered to that too!!! like OMGGGG I WAS SO HAPPY!! (also hella embarassed since im still awkward af!!) but SO SO HAPPY!!!!

HONESTLY GUYS...... i am 30 years old now..... 30........ its NEVER too late..... nothing in life is set in stone..... no matter how 1 person does things, doesnt mean you have to be like them too....you can always do things at your own pace!!! sometimes things dont go as you imagine them but things WILL AND DO get better!!! things will be alright in the end!!! thats how i ended my 2017 and started my life as a 30 year old obaa-chan XD

theres a lot of goals and things id like to work on for 2018 but i hope 2018 will even better for me and all my friends, family and followers!!!

if any of you actually got through all of this, then im so sorry and also thank you so much for reading LOL to all my friends who supported me through this hard moment in my life, thank you very much!!

if any of you are curious about my portfolio, you can check it out at www.nabeelahamid.com ^__________^ thankssss!!! if any of you guys are designers too, tips or positive criticism is always welcome too!!

to all of my friends and followers who are already in 2018, HAPPY NEW YEAR AND I WISH NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR ALL OF YOU!!!!! and to those still in 2017 like me, lets bring in the new years together!!!

#personal rants #end of 2017 rant #HAPPY NEW YEAR

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theofficialcunt · 7 years

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Adore & Bianca spend their first Christmas together at Bianca's house (with Sammy and Dede of course) [ idc if it's nowhere near December, I love Christmas lol so pleeeease do this Prompt 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻]

It’s fucking August but if y’all want a christmas fic, I’m gonna give you one! ❄️☃️🎄🎅🏼 (I may or may not already be planning a christmas playlist for christmas morning 😂) Just a shit ton of fluff. I mention a fur coat in here, I don’t personally wear fur (and I don’t believe BDR does either, but the plot called for it as a certain celebrity used to wear it) so I just want to clear that up before we go on. Merry Christmas! 🤣 Enjoy!

“Ugh, do we HAVE to spend Christmas in New York, B?” Danny groaned as he drug him through LAX.

Contrary to popular belief, Danny absolutely dreaded christmas. Every year as a child, his dad would refuse to get him what he wanted - a doll or makeup usually - which would eventually end up in him and Bonnie getting into a fight. Boys can’t wear makeup, he would say. Boy if he saw him now, he would be shocked - his son an androgynous vision in flannel.

Every year since he had passed, his mom would try her best to make it up to him. But it never worked. She would get so stressed out that she would project her frustrations onto Danny, and when Danny turned 16 - they stopped celebrating it all together. Sure, they would exchange the obligatory merry christmas text message but they never pressured themselves to do anything more.

Roy however, was hell bent on celebrating christmas.

“You haven’t experienced Christmas until you’ve experienced it in New York.” Roy chimed happily.

Roy loved Christmas. He loved giving his family gifts and watching their eyes light up. He spoiled his mom every year by sending her 100 red roses, a maid to clean her house for a week, and a diamond necklace. He gave Lola an American Girl doll with custom made doll clothes, as well as all of the clothes you could possibly buy for it. She had screamed when she opened up her gift, and never forgot the sweet gesture since.

But this year was different. It was even better because this year, he gets to spoil Danny and for once they aren’t on tour - or on opposite sides of the country.

“I’ve spent christmas in many places around the world at this point Roy, I don’t think it’ll be that much different.” Danny scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Leave the scrooging to the professional. Negative Nancy.” Roy teased.

“Maybe I’m a pessimist.” Danny said, the corners of his lips curling up.

Roy smiled at the subtle reference.

“Danny, I promise this year Christmas will be good. Just give me a chance.” Roy pleaded.

It was really important to him, Danny thought. It obviously meant a lot to him, so for his benefit he decided he’d do his best to go into tomorrow’s small celebration with an open mind.

“Okay.” Danny finally agreed.

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“We’re going to make a stop before we go to the apartment. Is that okay?” Roy asked as they sat in the back of the Lyft.

They had arrived to New York very late, it was 11:30 at night and Danny was exhausted from the day of traveling. He nodded his head sleepily as he rested it against the car window.

He must have dozed off for a little bit, because soon he heard the car door shut softly and then heard Roy unloading the trunk of the car. He then opened the door for him, feeling the biting cold of New York for the first time.

“Ah, it’s cold,” Danny whined, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he stepped out of the car. “Why did we stop?”

“Look.” Roy smiled excitedly, his eyes bright. He was like a little kid in the candy store, pacing impatiently for Danny to see what he was gesturing to.

“Wha- Oh.” Danny stopped breathless, staring in awe.

Out of all of the times he had been in New York City, not one time had Danny actually stopped to look at the Rockefeller Christmas Tree. Of course he had seen it in all of the iconic christmas movies over the years, but never once in person. He was speechless.

It was so much bigger in person, and it emitted a heavenly ivory glow from all of the lights. The star at the top was brighter than he imagined it as well.

It was truly magical.

“Do you like it?” Roy murmured, holding his hand in one hand and their suitcases in the other.

“I- I love it.” Danny stammered, huddling closer to him. He felt like he was in one of those cheesy hallmark christmas movies, it was just too perfect.

And then the snow began to fall.

And it would’ve been perfect, just like the movies in fact- if Danny wasn’t dressed in ripped jeans and a black tank top.

“You’re going to turn into an icicle out here.” Roy said concerned. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Danny smiled and let Roy hold him as he ordered another Lyft for them. As they waited, Danny couldn’t help but worry that maybe today was too perfect. There had to be a point where Roy fucked up Christmas somehow.

And he had to be prepared so that he wasn’t let down, yet again.

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“Close your eyes.” Roy ordered, as they arrived at his New York apartment.

“Wow, you’re really getting into this christmasfantasy aren’t you?” Danny snorted. He obliged to his rules, trying not to let himself get too excited.

“No peeking! Or I’ll take away your present.” Roy warned.

“I thought we agreed on no presents!” Danny exclaimed frustrated. He wanted to be the one to get Roy an over exuberant gift this year. He had purchased a black fur jacket at an auction in LA that had been worn by the late Joan Rivers. Danny knew it would fit Bianca because shit, B was tiny.

It was the most expensive gift Danny had ever gotten anyone, including his mom. But he had wanted to show Roy how much he cared about him. What better way to do that then get him something worn by his idol?

“You know that we’re never gonna follow that rule.” Roy grumbled. He set the bags down in the entry way, before taking Danny by the hand and leading him into the apartment.

“Okay, open.” Roy said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

Danny opened his eyes to glamorous winter wonderland. The apartment was decked out in all gold, black, and silver christmas decor. The tree was huge, reaching all the way to the ceiling and adding a nice focal point against the wide windows on the wall. Sammy and Dede barked loudly, scurring across the marble tile towards him, eager to see their second favorite owner.

“Oh hi babies!” Danny exclaimed excitedly, jumping about and exciting them more as they howled. They ran a couple of laps around him before they settled on the stark white couch by the fireplace.

The curtains were sheer, and partially open so you could see the lights New York City below. There was one single present under the tree, wrapped in matte black wrapping paper and-

“Did you fucking have your assistant make hot chocolate in the crockpot for me?” Danny exclaimed, smelling the rich smell of dark chocolate.

“You got it bitch.” Roy smirked, with a satisfied gleam in his eye. “Would you like some?”

“Please.” Danny asked, suddenly feeling very parched.

Once Roy poured them both a glass of the homemade hot cocoa, they sat down next to Sammy and Dede both sitting in silence lost in their thoughts.

“You know, it’s technically Christmas.” Roy hinted, wiggling his eyebrows.

“What are you getting at?” Danny asked, already knowing the answer.

Roy stood up, walked a few paces to grab his present from under the tree. He set it on his lap gently, and Danny grabbed it and shook it. It was light, only a small rattling on the inside. He looked at it perplexed, incredibly confused.

“Oh my god you are such a kid.” Roy facepalmed.“Just open it.”

Danny tore away the luxurious paper, sipping on his hot cocoa slowly as he uncovered a small black box. Lifting the lid slowly, a cd laid inside of it face down. But he instantly recognized it by the tracklisting on the back.

“Bleach by Nirvana, thank you.” Danny said, pecking him softly - slightly confused. Was he losing it? Roy knew that Danny had the vinyl edition mounted on his wall back in Seattle.

“Flip it over.” Roy deadpanned.

Danny did what he was told and stared at the cover in disbelief.

“Is this real?” Danny asked, voice getting higher as he examined the cd.

Scrawled on the bottom, was none other than Kurt Cobain’s signature. This had to have cost Roy a fortune.

“I can’t accept this.” Danny said tearfully. Nirvana was his favorite band ever, and no one had ever given him such a thoughtful gift.

“You’re keeping it.” Roy asserted sternly.

“Thank you baby.” Danny said, pulling Roy in for a kiss. Roy moaned in delight, and pulled Danny into him as he deepened it. They spent the next few minutes making out, enjoying each others company.

Sammy eventually barked, breaking the two of them up.

“I think Sammy is reminding me that I have a gift for you too.” Danny smiled coyly.

“You shady bitch.” Roy chuckled, shaking his head.

Danny ran to his suitcase and grabbed the neatly folded garment bag out of it. He unzipped it, making sure the coat was folded neatly, and had no gunk stuck to it from traveling before he brought it back out to the living room.

Roy raised an eyebrow at the garment bag, crossing his arms annoyed.

“Oh, is my drag just not cutting it for you? I can buy my own drag Danny.” Roy snapped.

Danny rolled his eyes. “Will you just shut up snd open it?”

Roy stuck his tongue out at Danny before unzipping the bag, revealing the long fur coat.

“Oh wow, this is beautiful Danny thank you. And.” Roy sniffed, examining the coat closer. “Huh. Weird. This smells like the perfume Joan Rivers used to wear.”

“Because it was hers. Look at the tag.” Danny said gently.

Roy’s face went from irritated to shock within 2 seconds. It was priceless. His eyes grew wide as he looked inside the coat at the tag. Attached to it was a certificate of authenticity, and all of the times Joan had wore the coat.

“How-”

“Don’t worry about it. Merry Christmas baby.” Danny soothed, hugging Roy close to him.

Roy pulled him into his chest, kissing his chin softly.

“Merry Christmas, Danny.”

#prompts #biadore #prompt

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pftones3482 · 7 years

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Commission for coffee shop au klance. Kinda just the beginning of klance, because of the word limit, but awkward bois are the best bois

Also I took a test on what kind of coffee/drink Keith would be and then added espresso lol

Lance knew that choosing the perfect coffee to start your day could be a crucial thing; you had to take into account how much caffeine you needed, what you wanted to taste on your breath until lunch, how many times you wanted to get up to pee in the next two hours, things like that. He understood that coffee was an important staple to many people’s mornings.

But it didn’t usually take the assholes twenty plus minutes to decide what kind to get.

He had long since finished serving the morning rush and was now waiting, somewhat impatiently, for this guy in the red biker jacket with the mullet to figure out what the hell he was ordering. He had been standing off to the side for a while now, leaving Lance to wipe down all four counters of their island coffee bar that was nestled in the middle of the room and restock the pastry case.

Lance was now tapping his fingers against the wood of the counter, watching the guy from the corner of his vision. Coran didn’t allow phones while people were out front, so he was reduced to reading their menu (which he had memorized) about fifty times in a row.

Finally, as the clock ticked over to 8:30, the guy shifted, glanced at Lance, and then opened his mouth. “Do you um…do you have alternatives for people who are lactose intolerant?”

Oh.

That had not been what Lance was expecting at all. He felt kind of like a douchebag now, especially considering that it wasn’t actually written down anywhere that they offered lactose free options. “Oh, shit, sorry man. Yeah. We have Almond and Soy milk.”

The guy smiled sheepishly, looking a little relieved. “Sorry. I just didn’t want to bug you while you had all the customers, and then I figured it was probably on your board so asking was pointless but it…doesn’t look like it is.”

Lance winced. “Yeah, I need to mention that to Coran. So what can I get you?”

“Chai latte with almond milk and a double shot of espresso. And one of those giant chocolate chip cookies.”

Lance grinned and set to work making the guys drink, grabbing for the cookie while it was brewing. “You usually have this much sugar and caffeine in the mornings?” he teased.

The guy chuckled, handing over his card and taking the cookie while Lance rang him up. “Not really. Usually try to stay away from the stuff, actually, but I pulled an all-nighter for my astronomy class, so I need the energy.”

He took a bite out of the cookie and shut his eyes for a moment, a smile flickering on his face, and Lance suddenly found himself floored by how unfairly attractive this man was, even despite the mullet.

“You uh…you take astronomy?” he tried, pulling the pot from under its stand and pouring the drink into one of their to-go cups, glancing up at the guy.

He nodded, shifting the bag on his shoulder and taking another bite of the cookie. “Yeah. My major is-”

Lance yelped and cursed as he accidentally shifted his hand, spilling the burning hot liquid chai down his fingers. It took every ounce of self-control for him not to drop the cup, and he hissed, setting the pot down and turning on the tap.

“Are you okay?” the guy asked anxiously, stepping up to the counter and watching as Lance stuck his burning hand under the cold stream of water.

Lance took a shaky breath and nodded. “I’ll be good dude. Not the first time this has happened, but you are being super chill about it. Most people would yell at me.”

He said it with laughter in his voice, but that just made the guy look irritated. “That’s not cool, though. You’re hurt.”

“Yeah, well…” Lance tugged his hand out and squinted at it, shutting the water off and reaching around for a lid for the guy’s coffee. “I’ll live. Here you go.”

He handed it over, double checking that it wasn’t sticky or anything, and then turned back to nursing his hand. When he glanced up a moment later, he was startled to find the guy still standing there, chewing on his lower lip. “Uh…do you need something?”

The guy jolted, locking eyes with Lance so fast that Lance got a little dizzy. “Oh! I just…I feel bad. You know, about uh…about your hand.”

Lance rolled his eyes. “Dude, I promise, I’m fine.”

“Still. Is there some way I can make it up to you?”

Lance ran his eyes over the guy once, twice, lingering the second time on his shoulders and calves, the built limbs the sign of someone who was probably a martial artist. “What, like a tip?”

The guy cocked a grin at that and shook his head. “I mean, if you want a tip, sure. I was thinking like um…want to get dinner some time?”

Lance just stared at him for a moment, forcing his jaw to stay where it was, and he watched as the guy’s look flickered from hopeful to horrified to embarrassed in the space of three seconds. “Shit, shit, sorry, I didn’t um…sorry, you’re probably not even into guys, I should just uh…”

He started laughing, light, airy, leaning against the counter and holding up a hand. “Dude. Dude it’s fine, you’re good. I…no, I’m into guys. I’m bi. I just…that wasn’t what I was expecting. I don’t even know your name, man.”

The guy visibly relaxed, shifting his latte into his other hand and giving a weak smile. “Oh. Right. Um…Keith.”

Lance let the smile work its way up his face. “Lance. Dinner, huh?”

Keith seemed to grow a little more confident at Lance’s lack of rejection, leaning an elbow on top of the pastry display and giving him a warm smile. “I mean, I just figured you might be sick of coffee.”

That got Lance to downright cackle. “Oh man, you have no idea. Name the place and time and I’ll be there.”

Keith faltered for a moment, just a moment, but it was enough time for Lance to read the nervousness in his eyes. “Um…you know The Castle? Down the street?”

“Yeah, the owner and Coran are good friends.”

“There, tonight at seven?” he asked, his voice rising a little in pitch.

Lance smiled and pulled out a napkin and a pen, scrawling his name and number down on it. “That sounds good. I’ll see you there.”

Keith took the napkin delicately, like he was holding some kind of precious object, and that made Lance freeze up, because he had never seen someone react that way to him flirting before. “R-Right. I’ll…yeah, I’ll see you there.”

He tucked the napkin into his pocket, a blush rising on his cheeks, and turned just before he left the shop, giving Lance a tiny little wave and smile and then pushing out the door with a jingle.

Lance promptly turned, buried his face in his hands, and slumped to the floor, trying to hide his grin. Coran came from the back room with a new batch of cookies and raised an eyebrow. “You all right there, Lance?” he asked, loading up the display and glancing over his shoulder at him.

“I am absolutely fantastic.”

#voltron #klance #coffee shop au #my writing #writing commissions #vld #voltron fanfiction #fluff fluff fluff #lance stop staring at your boyfriend while you pour coffee #amazingly this is the first klance commission ive gotten

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loveandturmoil87 · 7 years

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Bang bang alley ~ Part three

A/N ~ And this is where it starts to get interesting....

Theme ~ Gangster/Mafia AU

Pairing ~ Choi Seunghyun x reader

Rating ~ Angst, some fluff and a little smut

Warnings ~ Language, talk of violence and a twist lol

Series one ~ | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

Series two

You were busy serving one of your regular customers, showing her the new clothes that had arrived just a few days prior when you were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You turned around to find Hyorin looking at you, her eyebrows were raised and she had her arms crossed, a clear sign that she was pissed with you.

“I'm so sorry Mrs Ahn but I have to go, Jenny is going to take good care of you” you apologised to the lady as you waved your employee over.

You nodded your head towards the back room, signalling for Hyorin to follow you. You walked through the room and in to your office, as soon as Hyorin closed the door she unleashed her tirade.

“Where the hell have you been? You disappeared the other night and I haven't heard from you since. Three days and you haven't even bothered to reply to my messages and to make it worse you've been dodging my calls, we are supposed to be best friends. Where have you been and what the hell is going on?” she scolded you as she paced back and forth, stomping her foot with the last part.

“Dong-won asked me to marry him” you said nonchalantly as you plonked on the chair, Hyorin gasped for a moment before sitting on your desk.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No..... No it's good” you replied as you stared at the floor.

“What did you say?”

“I told him I needed to think about it, it's a big step.... right?” you asked as you looked up at her.

“Not really, you guys have been dating for three years and living together for the past year, this is the next step” she said as she placed her hand on your shoulder.

“Right, you're right” you said as you looked back at the floor.

“But you clearly have doubts..... Is it because of that guy from the club?” she asked rubbing your shoulder.

“Yes” you simply stated.

“I think it's about time you tell me who he is” she said leaning down to get eye contact.

“You remember when we were at the cocktail bar the other week and I told you about the guy I dated in college?” you asked as you looked up to meet her eyes.

“No way, that's him?” she asked shocked and you nodded. “That's fucking crazy, the same night you talk about him you run into him. Wait, you never mention he was the bad boy type....”

“That's because he wasn't, I guess after we split up he changed” you cringed when you heard yourself say that word again.

“I gather it wasn't a friendly break up due to the frosty welcoming he gave you the first night in the alley”

“No. As I said his parents didn't approve of me, when he brought me home they flipped, his mother was crying and shouting, asking how he could do this to them and he was bringing shame on their family by being in a relationship with a foreign devil” you said looking away from your friend hoping it would help to stop the tears.

“That's rough”

“Seung hyun stuck up for me, he said he loved me and he didn't care what they thought but that he wished they would get to know me before they called me such disgusting names, but they didn't. They told him that if he kept dating me they would disown him and he told them that they would have to because he was never going to leave me” you told her, your eyes were beginning to sting from fighting the tears.

“But he did?" Hyorin asked and you shook your head.

“A few months later his father came to see me, he said that he had big plans for Seung hyun to be the first in the family to go to college and actually pass. He told me that Seung hyun had worked hard and always had good grades, that was until I came along, apparently he was failing all of his classes. I didn't believe him until one night I found his report card..... along with a ring, he was failing because of me and would probably end up in some shitty labour job that barely paid his rent and he was going to propose, I couldn't let him ruin his life because of me. So I told him I didn't love him any more and I left, I changed colleges the next day and I never saw him again until a little over a week ago” you confessed as you wiped away the single tear that had managed to escape.

“That's heavy” was all Hyorin could manage as a response, the room was filled with silence while you both just sat there not looking at one another. “Do you still love him?”

“I'm not sure” you sighed “Seeing him again is just so confusing and then just to make shit even harder Dong-won proposed, don't get me wrong I love him but I just can't seem to shake Seung hyun off”

“Maybe this residual feeling is just because you need closure or because you feel you need to give him closure”

“Maybe....”

“You know what, I've got to go make a quick phone call and then we are going to go have some fun” she said before leaving the room.

You couldn't help but think about the whole situation, about how messed up it was and how shitty of a girlfriend you were for even feeling this way about another man, no matter the history. Dong-won had always been good to you even if he was a bit short with you at times but that was just when he was at work, he always apologised to you when he got home saying that he was stressed out from work and you always brushed it off but lately it was getting hard. Even before Seung hyun came back into your life you had began to have this overwhelming feeling of loneliness, Dong-won had been going on more and more business trips, in the last three months alone he had been away four times and the last one went for two and a half weeks. If you were to marry him, you would have to learn to deal with it.

“Ok sweetie, I'm ready” Hyorin said shaking you from your thoughts.

“Ok” you managed to say. You stood up and gathered a few things from your desk. “Oh by the way, what happened to you the other night? I tried to find you to let you know I was leaving but I couldn't see you anywhere....”

“Jiyong was very charming and well lets just say that we went to get to know each other better” Hyorin said with a wink.

“Jiyong?”

“The guy with the green hair, he's their leader”.

“Oh” was all you said.

“He's actually quite sweet and he said he wants to see me again” Hyorin blushed as she spoke.

“Oh my god you like him”

“Maybe..... come on, I'll tell you about it while we get our nails done” she said as she opened the door.

“Hyung?” a husky voice called into the dimly lit room where Seung hyun was polishing guns.

“Hmmm?” he hummed as he placed a gun on a long wooden table inline with another dozen different types.

“Are you ok? You seem more quiet then usual...” the husky voice asked, Seung hyun looked up at the man with the blue washed hair as he picked up another gun and began to polish it.

“I'm fine" he replied turning his attention back to the gun

“If you say so” he said leaning against the wooden door frame.

“Just fucking drop it Daesung” Seung hyun said with a growl as he placed the gun down and picked up another.

“Ok..... boss wants to see you when you're finished, he said something about having guests” Daesung said standing up right again.

“Who is it?” Seung hyun asked and the man shrugged.

“He just said it was someone you knew in another life”

Seung hyun froze with the man's words.

“Is sh..... Are they already here?” he asked softly beginning to polish the gun again.

“No” Daesung said plainly.

“Tell him I'm almost done, I'll meet him upstairs” Seung hyun said calmly, he was anything but, Daesung nodded and headed out the door.

As soon as Seung hyun heard you were coming his heart began to race, the thumping in his ears with every beat was almost intolerable, he had been wanting to see you again but never actually thought he would. Seung hyun had tried to get his emotions under control but it was hard when he couldn't stop thinking about you, about your past together. He wanted nothing more then to go to you and tell you how he felt, to tell you that in all these years, no one else even came close to you but he was too proud. Besides, you were a good girl, you always were and good girls don't go for guys like him.

“You tricked me” you whispered angrily at Hyorin as a man lead you both down a hallway and up a set of stairs.

“No I didn't, I said I wanted to drop by and see a friend” she replied with a smile.

“Oh cut the crap Hyorin, you barely know him” you said grabbing her shoulder to stop her.

“So..... anyway you need to sort your shit out and find out what is going on in that head of yours and the best way is to talk to him” she scolded pulling her arm from your grip and began to walk again.

You let out a loud sigh of frustration and began to follow her, she was right but you didn't like it.

“Here they are” Jiyong announced as he jumped out of his chair to meet you. “Hi I'm Jiyong” He said with a gummy smile and you couldn't help but smile back.

“I'm _____, nice to meet you”.

“You should meet the guys, the blonde mouthy guy that you already met is Seungri, the one with the blue hair is Daesung, the one with the dreads is Taeyang and of course you already know our hyung” Jiyong told you as he pointed at the guys sat around the room, Seung hyun was in the furtherest corner of the room.

“Nice to meet you” you said with a bow.

“Everyone play nice, especially you Seungri” Jiyong said before grabbing Hyorin, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her out of the room as she giggled.

You looked around at the men in the room for a moment, standing in silence as they stared at you, the awkward glances becoming unbearable.

“Take a seat” Daesung said pointing at the empty couch, you nodded before taking his offer.

“Relax, we won't bite, unless you like that...” Seungri said with a smirk.

“Seungri...” Seung hyun shouted making you jump slightly.

“So how do you know our hyung?” Taeyang asked.

“I... umm... we went to college together” you answered quietly.

“Oh really? What was he like?” Seungri asked.

“Umm...” you paused for a moment looking at Seung hyun for a sign of what to tell them but he just looked back at you expressionless. “Well, he smiled more” you said and the men laughed.

“He's very serious these days” Seungri said as he got up from his chair and sat down beside you. “Ever since you came along”.

“Seungri” Seung hyun yelled again, this time not as loud, making sure not to frighten you.

“I can see why, your quite beautiful” Seungri said, shifting a little closer to you.

“Cut it out” Seung hyun growled as he clenched his jaw, he knew he was doing this on purpose, Seungri always loved to cause trouble.

“You know, the offer still stands, let me help you relax” Seungri said as he placed his hand on your knee, giving it a little rub.

Seung hyun had had enough, he got up from his chair and pulled you from the couch and dragged you away from the others into his room. He closed the door behind you and walked straight to his bed, he sat down and looked at the floor.

“What are you doing here?” Seung hyun asked still looking at the floor.

“To be honest, I didn't know we were coming, Hyorin said she wanted to see a friend and the next thing I knew we were here”

“You shouldn't be here” he said as he closed his eyes.

“Why not?”

“Because, this isn't a place for someone like you” he said while he ran his hand through his hair.

“Like me?” you asked in an irritated tone.

“You're too good for this” Seung hyun said looking up at you.

You could feel that force pulling you towards him again, the need to be near him was to great, you felt as though you were on auto pilot as your body made its way over and sat next to him.

“How could you say that about me after what I did to you?” you whispered as your eyes darted between his.

“Because you did it for me” he said, you looked at him confused. “The next day, I went to see my parents, to tell them that they won. My dad made a comment about how you had made the right decision after all and straight away I knew he had something to do with it. It took a while but I finally got it out of him, about how he went to see you, he had no right to do that” Seung hyun spoke softly still looking in your eyes as a tear rolled down his cheek, you reached up and wiped it away.

“He only wanted the best for you, just like I did...” you whispered, the look in Seung hyun's eyes was almost to hard to bare but you couldn't bring yourself to look away.

“God I miss you”

You both sat in silence staring into each others eyes, Seung hyun cupped your cheek and lent in, he was so close you could feel his breath on your skin. You could almost feel his lips as he got closer but you stopped him by placing your hands on his chest.

“What's wrong princess?” he asked as his hand caressed your face.

“I have a boyfriend...... we live together”

“Well you can't be to serious about him if your here with me” Seung hyun said as he cocked his eyebrows.

“Actually..... he proposed” you whispered and he instantly let go of you.

“Did you say yes?” he asked looking away from you.

“Not yet” you said grabbing his hand but he pulled away.

“Go” he said quietly.

“Seung hyun, just let me expl....” you tried to tell him but he cut you off.

“Just go...”

“Oppa” you pleaded.

“Get out, get the fuck out” Seung hyun yelled as he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the door.

“Why are you doing this?”

Seung hyun stopped in his tracks and pushed your back up against the wall.

“Because the man you knew is long gone, replaced by a monster” he growled through gritted teeth.

“No, I know your still in there”

“Don't you fucking get it? I kill people for a fucking living and I don't have time for prissy little girls who want to play games” Seung hyun shouted, you had never seen him like this, his face was filled with so much rage and his eyes were filled with hate. “Go fuck up someone else's life”

“I can't believe that for a second I actually thought we could......” you paused as your eyes filled with liquid. “I would rather die then let you touch me again”.

You pushed passed him and ran, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry because of him.

Seung hyun screamed as he punched the wall, he hit it so hard that his fist flew straight through the plaster.

“Hyung, what the fuck is going on?” Jiyong shouted when he entered the room, the others piled in behind him leaving Hyorin outside, but she was still close enough to hear what they were saying.

“Nothing” Seung hyun said as he pulled his hand from the wall, blood dripped from the cuts the plaster had made.

“Nothing? You put your hand through a fucking wall and you call that nothing?” Jiyong asked.

“What's wrong hyung, did she not put out?” Seungri teased with a smirk.

“Shut the fuck up, don't you dare fucking talk about her like that again or I will fucking kill you” Seung hyun shouted as he tried to get to Seungri but Jiyong held him back.

“Hyung, calm down” Jiyong said as he gave him a cigarette and lit it, Seung hyun took a long drag, the bitter taste of nicotine filled him and instantly made him feel calmer. “What happened, where is she?”

“She's gone...... and she's not coming back” Seung hyun said as he walked away and lent his arm against the window frame, he looked out on to the street and saw you run out of the building and down the street. “It's better this way, it's for her own good”.

You headed straight for the shower as soon as you entered your apartment, it didn't take you long to find a taxi to get home but the ride felt like a life time. You couldn't believe that you had even considered being with a man like him, he was nothing at all like what he used to be. For a moment he had almost convinced you that he was, nostalgia caused a momentary lap in judgement and you almost made the biggest mistake of your life. A mistake you promised your self long ago that you would never make, to never be with a man like him, like the one that changed your life forever.

In that moment you were sat on his bed with your breaths intertwined and lips about to touch you thought you could make it work, to leave Dong-won and to one day marry Seung hyun instead, it was lucky that you said what you did or maybe you wouldn't have seen his true colours until it was too late.

“Baby?” Dong-won called as he entered the bathroom, as soon as his eyes scanned your face he saw the sadness that was written in it. “What's wrong baby?”

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry” you said as you began to weep.

“Hey, hey it's ok” he said as he took off his shoes, jacket and tie before getting in the shower with you. “I don't know why you're sorry though”

“For not saying yes straight away, for making you wait” you said while Dong-won pulled you in and wrapped his arms around you.

“It's ok, you know why?” he asked sweetly and you shook your head in his chest, Dong-won pulled you back slightly and hooked his finger under your chin, lifting it up so he could look deeply into your eyes. “Because I knew you would say yes”

You grabbed his soaking wet shirt and pulled him in, placing your lips against his, both of your tongues darting out instantly and danced around each others. The kiss was intense and full of passion, your hands trailed down his chest, undoing the buttons on their way down. You pulled away from the kiss as you took off his shirt, droplets of water glistened on his tanned chest. Dong-won took off his pants, letting them drop on the shower floor, his cock was already hard and twitching. He took your mouth with his again as he pushed you against the wall, his hands trailed down your sides and hooked under your legs lifting you up, you moaned into his mouth as you wrapped your legs around him. Dong-won let out a low groan as he pushed himself inside you, you were so wet already that he didn't need to wait. He began to pump his hard cock in and out of you, loving every moment of your breathy moans that vibrated in his mouth and every quiver your body made because of him. He pulled away from the kiss and arched his back, allowing him to take one of your breasts in his mouth, you moaned loudly and raked your fingers through his hair when you felt his his warm tongue against your nipple.

“Dong-won.... I'm gonna..... come” you moaned breathlessly as your body began to shake, he chuckled, he loved how sensitive your body was.

Dong-won sped up as he mixed between biting and flicking his tongue over your hard nipple, his hands sunk deeper into the flesh of your ass to keep you steady as he pounded you. Dong- won felt you clenching around him and your stomach muscles began to spasm, he left your breast and kissed you again, picking up speed so you could ride the high of your orgasm that he knew all to well was on its way. You screamed as you pulled on his hair that was still between your fingers and your hips started to buck as you came around him. You felt his dick twitch inside you before he pulled it out and lowered you to the ground, you got on your knees and opened your mouth as he pumped himself in front of you, it didn't take long before your face and breasts were covered in the pearly white strands of his seed.

“Good girl” he praised with a grunt as he pumped out the last of it.

The best part about having sex in the shower was that you could wash yourself off straight away, Dong-won had a thing for coming in your mouth and on your breasts, you weren't quite sure why that was but in the whole time you had dated he never once came inside you.

“So I guess that's a yes” he said as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“Yes” you said leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Good...... As much as I enjoy this I have to go, I've got a meeting in an hour”

“So soon?” you said with a pout.

“I'm sorry baby but I really need to sort this out, I'll be back in a couple of hours” he said placing a kiss on the back of your head.

“Ok” you said.

“Everyone needs to be on their toes for this” Jiyong said from his chair as he looked out the large one way glass window that sat above the club floor, the other four members were stood around him. “These guys are nasty mother fuckers and I don't want to start something that I don't have too”.

“We've got it under control boss” Taeyang said.

“It'll be a piece of cake” Seungri added.

“Do not underestimate them, the Kang Clan are ruthless and as soon as they smell weakness, they strike” Jiyong said sternly.

“Ahh you're over reacting boss” Seungri chuckled.

“The last guy they dealt with said something their boss didn't like so they killed his entire family” Jiyong said as he looked at Seungri. “His parents, his wife and his four year old daughter were slaughtered in front of him”.

“Ok, I get the point” Seungri said, his face turned to stone when a knocking sound resonated from the door.

Jiyong stood from his seat as Daesung answered the door, five men walked in, one of them was in the centre with two men at the front and two men at the back.

“So this is the infamous Green Dragon gang and you must be the one they call G-dragon” the man from the centre said confidently as he walked out from behind the men and approached Jiyong.

“Yes sir, It's a pleasure to finally be doing business with you” Jiyong replied as he shook the man's hand.

“From what I hear about your equipment the pleasure is all mine” the man said with a smirk.

“Please take a seat” Jiyong bowed as he gestured to the empty seat next to his.

The man looked at Seung hyun, a smirk formed on his lips when he saw the bandage on his his hand. The hairs on the back of Seung hyun's neck stood on their ends, he couldn't explain what it was but he had a bad feeling about the man.

Jiyong waited for the other man to sit down first before following suit.

“You have a nice club, you must get all types in here, the occasional foreigner perhaps?” he said with a smile as he looked out over the people enjoying themselves, unaware there was two separate gangs in the building.

“Occasionally” Jiyong replied as he narrowed his eyes.

“One of your men seemed to have hurt his hand, I do hope you're not having any trouble with anyone” the man spoke with an amused tone.

“Not any more” Seung hyun said coldly.

“Good” the man replied in a deep voice.

“Shall we get down to business? We have a few new models that I think you may be interested in” Jiyong asked as he kept his gaze out the window.

“We can talk guns later, tonight I want to celebrate”

“What are you celebrating sir?” Jiyong asked as he finally looked at the man, a smug look was plastered on his face.

“My main girl finally agreed to marry me” he said with a chuckle.

“Congratulations” Jiyong said with a bow of his head.

“Thank you, she may be one of many but she is the only one worth marrying, she's unique.....”

“I understand the type” Jiyong nodded.

“Good. You don't mind if we hang around here for a while, maybe you could organise some women to accompany us?” the man said as he stood up.

“Of course Mr Kang and the drinks are on the house, an engagement present from the Green Dragons” Jiyong said as he stood up and bowed before the man.

“Please.... Mr Kang was my father, call me Dong-won” he said as he bowed back.

Dong-won followed his men to the door but stopped before leaving, he turned around and looked directly at Seung hyun.

“We'll be seeing each other again” Dong-won said with a smirk before leaving, his men closing the door behind them.

“I don't trust him” Seung hyun said, disgust clear in his tone.

“Me neither, he's up to something” Jiyong replied walking to the window to watch the men.

“Nobody set's up a deal and doesn't talk about it” Taeyang said leaning against the wall.

“Daesung, I want you to follow him. Find out whatever you can about him, where he lives, his family, his girlfriends and this so called fiancée. I want to know everything there is to know about this psycho. Seungri and Taeyang I want you to keep an eye on them while they're here, If they even look suspicious I want to know” Jiyong ordered and the three men left.

“I have a bad feeling about this guy” Seung hyun said as he stood beside Jiyong.

“You haven't been wrong about one yet, hyung”

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Will You? Pt. 2

A/n: Hope you guys will like this since it’s the last part of this fic lol

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Summary: Jungkook + you = definite prom dates

Genre: A bit angsty but not so much because the fluff rules it all

Word count: 2211

Pt. 1

“Oh my god,” scoffed Jimin, as he closed his books dramatically to give emphasis on his exclaim.

“What?” Jungkook asked as he finally took his head off of the book that he was basically studying on as his gaze was now fixated on Jimin.

“You forgot!”

“Did not,” refuted Jungkook. “We’ve just been so busy—” he paused for a second as he inhaled some air, “Okay! Yes, I did forget! Jimin, what am I gonna do?!” He began to hyperventilate, exaggerating the guilt he had felt. He didn’t even know how close prom was and he didn’t have any idea on how to ask you. He was wondering if you would even say yes to him. He was worrying so much that he had forgotten that he was in the library until the librarian had basically shushed him in the harshest way ever. “Sorry,” he whispered as he nodded his head in respect. His eyes averted back onto Jimin, “What am I going to do? When is prom? Should I make a sign? Get flowers? Post it notes—”

“Jungkook, chillax.” Interrupted Jimin, telling the boy to calm down when it only made him become more chaotic. Jungkook began to panic and asked more questions, there were questions that didn’t even have anything to do with prom. Leaving a frustrated Jimin to try not to punch the crap out of the boy as he brought his hand up while his thumb and index finger pinched the bridge of his nose. “You have plenty of time to ask y/n to prom, so calm the hell down, lover boy.”

“Well, how much time do I have?”

Jimin gave out a hum as he gave little to no thought for his reply, “You have about two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” Jungkook repeated only to have Jimin nod in reassurance. “Oh—” he took another pause in between his sentence before he freaked out once more, “Two weeks! I only have two weeks to prompose!” This was the second time he was reminded that he was in the library. A shush left the lips of the librarian along with a few students who were in study mode and didn’t need Jungkook to keep them off track. “Jimin, what do I do? I don’t have a plan.”

A smirk is placed on Jimin’s lips as he answered with, “Don’t worry, I got you.” And this was where Jungkook gulped, worried for what Jimin had planned for the near future.

“Oh, Jungkook,” he heard his name being called from behind and he didn’t even have to look back to know whose voice it belonged to. “I didn’t know you were gonna be here,” you gave him a back hug while he sat down in his chair, your chin atop his shoulder while your arms were wrapped around him. Jungkook tensed at the sensation and then slowly melted into it as he turned his head to yours, a huge blush adorning his cheeks while Jimin kept his laughter in. It’s been a few days since you’ve actually seen each other and skinship like this was something he’s missed.

“H-hey, y/n.” He stuttered out his greeting as he quickly whipped his head back to his book. “I’m helping Jimin study for our calculus quiz coming up,” his hand wandered around the table to find his graphing calculator only to make a bigger mess of notebooks, books and papers cluttered everywhere.

“Was,” Jimin added at the end. “I’m gonna go home so see ya tomorrow, Jeon.” He dashed off like lightning before Jungkook could even get to him.

You retract from the back hug you had given Jungkook while seating yourself where Jimin had sat. Your elbows placed on the table as your hands held your face while your gaze was stuck on Jungkook. A smile curved upon your lips as you asked, “Ready to go home?”

He gulped for the second time, nervousness subsiding within him as he remembered his conversation with Jimin not too long ago. Jungkook has enough time to prepare everything, but he made it sound like it had to be rushed when in all honesty he just wanted everything to be perfect for that exact moment. He hesitated to answer you because it was either; make an excuse to not go over to plan for his promposal or go over while panicking inside his own head about the promposal. Either way, he would be stuck thinking about the promposal. He was in a rut and didn’t want tonight to be the first night where he’d have to take a raincheck and make it up to you another time. He wanted to spend time with you but with his mind jumbled up with school, quizzes and tests, hanging out with you and now the promposal planning, he was screwed.

“Sorry y/n, but could we take a raincheck?” He guiltily asked as he began to feel regret taking over while your smile faltered. He didn’t mean for it to happen like this. “I-I’ll make it up to you, I promise!” He clapped his hands together as a plead. He really did want to go over and watch you make tea for him while you guys would talk nonstop as you cooked for him, but tonight was different. For once, Jungkook wouldn’t be over.

“Oh?” You questioned. “No, it’s okay, Jungkook. If you ever need to take a raincheck because of other things it’s fine,” you replied nonchalantly as you got up from your seat and began to exit the library. “I’ll text you, okay?” You reassured, giving him a wink as you passed by him, seeming unfazed by his sudden raincheck.

—

“So, what’s up with you and Jungkook lately?” Your friend Jae Hee inquired through the phone call.

A soft sigh had left your lips as you heard her mention his name; Jungkook. The boy you basically had a crush on ever since the first time he had came over. You were frustrated, upset and lonely. “I don’t even know to be honest. I mean like, I like him and stuff, but lately he’s been taking rainchecks,” you admitted, pressing your thumb and index finger to massage the temples of your forehead.

“Well, the boy is the school sweetheart. Always busy with academics and sports—”

“But he usually makes time for me Jae Hee. That’s the thing.” You practically whined through the speaker. “I just miss hanging with him.”

“Psht. Someone is definitely in love,” she teased you. “It’ll be alright. You guys will have your time alone soon.” She reconciled. “Just go up to him the next time you see him, okay?”

“Okay,” you answered quickly taking note of her advice. Maybe she was right, he is a busy body after all and you shouldn’t have to make a big deal out of it, the both of you are bound to get back on track to the same customs.

“Well I gotta go. A nap is calling for me,” she announced breaking the silence. And before you could even reply with another okay, she hung up.

You thought about her advice, your phone in your hand as you scrolled through your contacts. Another sigh left your lips as Jungkook’s name came up. Your thumb couldn’t help but tap on his name as it displayed his information. You were basically contemplating whether you should call him or not. But it shouldn’t matter or anything because you guys were definitely not dating. It did come to your mind a few times maybe because you did have a crush on him and this was where your head began to swirl with so many thoughts. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had missed him so much that you felt so lonely. It was boring to go back to square one, arriving home alone and making dinner just for one. You needed everything to back to normal.

—

Here you were, stuck walking around the hallways as the school bell rang while people began to leave class as fast as possible. Jae Hee was right beside you, on her phone swiping through social media. You were trudging along the halls quite slowly and all Jae Hee could do was just keep up with your act. It’s been one whole week of you not seeing Jungkook which was basically complete torture. You would’ve sent him some texts or give him some calls, but you felt as if you were a bother and didn’t want to distract him from doing who knows what.

It was the same for Jungkook. He was tired of having to stay after school with Jimin and Taehyung as they helped him make the promposal and plan it all. He just wanted one day with you and that would’ve been enough to help encourage him even more to finish this stuff. He held a box full of art supplies, walking through the hallway as Taehyung and Jimin were both by his side. They planned on setting everything up in the auditorium of the school, which they had to basically beg some teachers to use after school, but thank goodness they had a soft spot for Jungkook.

They all had to stop by his locker to put some of the supplies away. Which definitely wasn’t the greatest idea as Jimin and Taehyung saw you and Jae Hee coming their way. They tried to block the view of their maknae but failed as they weren’t as tall as him.

“Jungkook, 3 o'clock!” Jimin gave him a heads up as he looked to his right with a mortified expression. You were coming his way and he still had some materials in his hands as he emptied the box. He began to panic, his eyes averting to you back to Jimin then to Taehyung.

“Jungkook!” You practically yelled his name with excitement as you waved him hello. He could feel his stomach drop with each step you took.

“You guys take care of her while I set everything up, okay? Bye!” He ran off with the rest of the materials as he made his way towards the auditorium.

Your brows were knitted together in confusion. Just what was he up to? This was like the tenth time he ignored you and you didn’t know how to feel. You gave out a groan as you greeted Taehyung and Jimin, “Hey guys.”

“Hey, y/n,” they both said in unison as they tried to act normal which was something they weren’t used to. They never had to pretend as if Jungkook wasn’t up to something even though he was. The gloom on your face was obvious and they couldn’t help but feel shame.

“Do you guys know why Jungkook’s been avoiding me?”

“H-he’s not doing it on purpose or anything, y/n.” Jimin stuttered as Taehyung nodded agreeing with his statement.

“Really? Cause it seems like he is,” you disagreed with his comment as you crossed your arms across your chest to show your irritation.

Jimin groaned with annoyance, “Y/n, we have a surprise for you. So put this blindfold on and we’ll guide you through the school then you’ll see how much Jungkook likes you.” He practically demanded you to put on the blindfold walking around the school blind. He took your wrist and started to guide you to who knows where.

“Wait, what—”

“Just trust us, please,” begged Taehyung. “You’re in for a magical moment.” And this was where the door creaked loudly as they made you enter an unfamiliar room.

“Guys, I’m scared.” You confessed as you felt a small chill go down your spine as you were left in silence. “This isn’t funny!” You whined as you ripped the blindfold off of your head, left in a dark room with many seats and so you assumed it was the auditorium or a lecture room.

“Maybe you should turn around,” a voice suggested and as you do what you were told, lights turned on one by one as it lit up the stage.

“P. R. O. M.” You had pronounced the letters as each light turned on. A questioning look took over your face until you finally yelled out the answer, “Prom!” And there Jungkook was, on stage as the last and final light had shone on him while he carried a poster with a question mark drawn on it. Your hands had basically covered your mouth to hide the surprise surfacing on your face. “Jungkook! You did not! Oh my god!” You hollered across the room as you ran up to the stage jumping onto him as you gave a hug.

He let go of the sign as he carried you with his hands holding onto your thighs. The hug was about a minute long until he let go, making you stand in front of him as he took the poster back into his hands while balloons had fallen from the ceiling. A few classmates including Jimin and Taehyung came out of the wings of the stage while they carried their phones in their hands as they recorded the whole thing.

“So,” Jungkook declared. “Will you go to prom with me?”

A huge smile is placed on your lips as you hugged him once more, “A million times yes.”

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