#8:30am singing in my kitchen

[damneddunya]

melvitto & Gabzy - Come Over (Official Audio)

[philograce]

What the guys make for breakfast except everything kinda sucks...

Notes: sooo this is my first hcs and it’s okay but hopefully it’s cute enough<3 I thought it would be funny cuz we all need some happy things after the last chapter...

Warnings: some cussing, and that’s it :3

Parings: Eren x gn!reader, Armin x gn!reader, Jean x gn!reader, Connie x gn!reader

**not proofread

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Eren:

He would definitely be the type of boyfriend who would make you a good breakfast meal in bed like twice a year and that's it. Most of the time you will wake up, finding that you are all alone in the bed, so naturally you make your way downstairs. That's when you hear it. It sounds like Eren is singing? Reaching the kitchen, peaking your head around the corner you are greeting with a head banging Eren. He is rapping?? Or almost like he is free-styling. Your dumbfounded... I mean Eren rapping?!? You can't see what he is leaning over, but as soon as he turns around you can see two cups and a large container.

"Oh hey babe!! Look I made us breakfast!"

His face held a large grin, even though he was cute your eyes still tried looking for what this "breakfast" was.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah see!"

He turns around and you are greeted with two shaker cups full of protein powder mixed in water. Your mouth drops open, what the hell is this morning?

"Babe?"

"(Y/n)?? Don’t you like it? It's vanilla your fav..."

Armin:

oHHH my god Armin would be such a healthy breakfast man. Like you would be sleeping, gently tucked away in his arms, until his 5:30am alarm would go off waking you both up. Now you were used to this alarm by now but it never failed to make you automatically grumpy. Armin kisses your forehead telling you to go back to sleep, and so that's what you do wrapping up in the warm blankets letting sleep consume you. That was until again something else woke you up, a smell that was filling the house reach your nose. What was it? You wondered to the kitchen, seeing the blond hair man hovering over the oven.

"Whatcha cooking babe?" Taking him by surprise he quickly turns around, his round glasses sitting cutely on his face, moving over to him to view what he was messing with. Upon inspection you see a plate filled with what looked like scrambled eggs?

"Wanna taste?" His hand brought the fork to the good stabbing it and bringing it up to your mouth. You were expecting the buttery eggy scrambled egg taste, but you were instead greeted with something different? It tasted spongy and just weirdly different.

"Uhm.. Armin? Is this eggs?"

"No!"

You scrunch your nose at him. If it's not eggs then what in the hell did you just put in your mouth.

"Then what is it?????"

"Scrambled tofu!"

Armin had a wide smile, he was very proud of the new dish he just wiped up for the two of you.

"Oh yeah we are vegan now babe!"

"Sure sure.... wait what."

Jean:

I think we all know that Jean is the best boyfriend material don't fight me everyone. He would for sure make you something almost every moring, always reassuring you that he loved making breakfast and it was what he wanted. Without waking you up, Jean would slip out of bed but not before kissing your forehead. He would make his way to the small kitchen, pulling out bowls and ingredients, this morning he decided to make pancakes.

Putting on some soft music just low enough so it didn't wake you up, he would begin to cook, mixing the ingredients and perfectly cooking the pancakes. The wonderful smell of something sweet would wake you up, shuffling your tired feet through your hallway and into the kitchen. Jean would admire your half-awake state, how his shirt fit you like a dress, the flush that's crept across your face. He loved you lots:)

"Breakfast is almost done Babe."

He was always so sweet like this, the two of you together while he cooked. It didn't matter if he wasn't good at cooking, like at all, it was the thought that counted. He wanted to make you breakfast and that's all you could ask for.

"Here beautiful." He put down a plate right in front of you, a plate stacked with droopy sad looking pancakes. But happily you ate it all, admiring the huge smile on Jean's face, sharing a kiss with him.

Connie:

Oh my god this man... this man would for sure not make breakfast because he is not capable like at all. But..... he would wake you up, shaking on your shoulders placing sloppy kisses all over your face. "Hey...hey babe c'mon let's go."

You have to peel your eyes open, sitting up and rubbing your eyes open. "Huh where we goin?" Connie wouldn't answer you, only swiping you up and off your feet and carrying you to his car.

The two of you would be sitting in his car, turning the heater on and rubbing your hands together to warm up.

"Con where are we going,,, c'mooon tell me?"

He would just a mischievous smile spreading across his face, tightly gripping on your thigh, still not answering you. He would drive for a couple more minutes, taking some turns, finally pulling up into a store parking lot. He then drives into an Arby's????? AN ARBYS???

yeah he drives into the drive-thru of an Arby's. You are absolutely astounded, what is this man thinking that roast beef is going to be good 8 in the morning??

"Why...why are we going to Arby's???"

He would just laugh, not even given you a good reason as to why just a stronger laugh.

"Cause... the ya know.. the roast beef sandwich is kinda thick??"

"CONNIE WHAT THE FUCK"

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[yuzukult]

—saccharine

pairing: seokjin x reader word count: 2,319 prompt: seokjin doesn’t believe in love at first sight. so... what’s this feeling that’s churning in the pit of his stomach when he meets you for the first time? warnings: none. minor cursing. fluff attack. a/n: to celebrate my follower milestone! thank you all for supporting and reading my fics, it means a lot to me!

Everyday is a continuous, recurring cycle. 

First, the alarm rings. Then, he slams the snooze button on his phone before resuming into a light sleep for another eight minutes. The annoying horn sings again, and a wash of regret hits from never changing it out of the default, so he finally accepts this by getting up and sliding his feet lazily into a pair of slippers by the side of his bed before making way into the bathroom.

His hair is a mess. But it’s a mess everyday. Life has gone to the point that even brushing his teeth has become a dreadful chore. Shuffling through his bin of hair products, he finds the mousse he consistently loses and finds on repeat and then slaps a boatload of it onto his head.

This is basically a day-in-the-life of Kim Seokjin. Except it’s everyday. It’s never ending. It feels like one of those time loop movies where when he ends his day, it starts back off exactly like it did yesterday. 

To be fair, he can’t complain. He’s got a roof over his head, an apartment all to himself (that means without a roommate), plus a well-paying full time job. It’s hard to whine and cry about how his life seems to have no excitement, other than the occasional meeting with his friends, but contrarily… there’s not much to look forward to.

It’s the same mundane activities. Opening the cabinet above his kitchen counter as he usually does at this time, he grabs his favorite Cheerios. Good starts with happy hearts, as their commercials say, but Seokjin isn’t entirely sure that’s true. 

He’s a “cereal first and milk last” kind of guy. Not that he judges those who do it backwards, but he thinks if anyone does the routine in the opposite order, they might actually be backwards. It’s a condition—he makes it seem, and it’s a rather controversial topic for the guy.

Nonetheless, he enjoys his bowl of breakfast goods. He reads the news on his phone, and when the reminder on his watch dings, Seokjin rushes to put his dishes into the sink and hauls himself down the hall, in direction to his walk-in-closet that evidently is just too big for it being only himself. It’s a constant indication that he’s alone. 

By the time it’s 8:30AM, he’s dressed in his suit and tie, hair slicked back, and has a satchel slung over his shoulder in preparation of yet another day at the office.

But maybe he’d stop by that new place this morning. Change of pace. Maybe it’ll liven up his day and give him something to look forward to. Maybe he’d like it.

The place is around the corner, less than a three minute walk the moment he leaves his apartment building, and if he timed himself, it probably takes longer to leave his home and out of the building. The shop is cute; decor stickers are laid out delicately along the windows, the walls are painted a pretty blush pink, and there’s smiles on all the workers’ faces as if they enjoyed being there.

There’s a smile on your face in particular that captures his attention.

Seokjin is a relatively kind guy, or so he thinks he is. He’s never pinned over girls like those shows he’s seen on TV, but he’s had his fair share of relationships. He’s not shy, but he’s also not outgoing. He has an abundance of friends but only a few are ones he trusts. 

And the girlfriends he had were great but… no one really appreciates his generosity as much as he’d like.

He thinks he’s crazy at this moment, quite frankly, because he doesn’t believe in love at first sight. It’s this theory and idea that writers of a romance genre film and story that people whipped up together to make it seem more appealing to their audiences. But he doesn’t actually think it’s true.

Or is it?

Hair up in a messy bun, there’s a swipe of flour that coats your one cheek, and a smile that dresses your face so beautifully. You’re in a simple outfit that’s a combination of a white tee and blue jeans with the shop’s apron on top, while running around to keep up with all the orders coming through. He has hearts brimming in his pupils and he can’t seem to stop the way his chest tightens the second he lays his eyes on you. Is this what love at first sight is?

Seokjin doesn’t only regret not changing the default ringtone of his alarm this morning. He also regrets not asking for your number.

When he reaches his office, he realizes he forgets to ask for cream and sugar at the bakery. The dark, warm liquid glides down his throat with some difficulty; the bitterness layering his tongue but the memory of you sparks sweetness from within. Who were you? He doesn’t even know you and you’re on his mind like crazy.

Now, Seokjin has seen How I Met Your Mother. He’s watched the nine seasons, totaling out to two-hundred and eight episodes, so needless to say, Seokjin knows what goes on in that show. And ironically, he hates Ted. The guy is a hopeless romantic that thinks every girl he has his eyes on is ‘the one.’ Seokjin refuses to become like Ted, and he would be caught dead replicating those same actions.

Then why the fuck is he caught up on a girl he’s seen once? 

The second time Seokjin comes by the bakery, it’s a hell of a lot less busy. In fact, it’s only three people that man the storefront, rather than the six that he saw the first time he stopped by. He has his fingers crossed behind his back as he waits in the queue patiently, hoping you’d be the one taking his order this time around.

Luck must be on his side because you’re greeting him with those pearly white teeth. “Good morning, nice to see you. What can I get for you today?”

Abort, abort! He can’t talk. He swears that his heart has found its way up into his throat, and he can’t get any words to come out.

You blink. Those gorgeous long lashes brush your cheeks so deftly, and it swells his heart that’s now lodged in the path of his airways. “Sir?”

Seokjin swallows. “Oh—yeah, sorry sorry. Uh, can I get a medium hot coffee? Cream and sugar, please. Forgot to mention that last time and I almost died from the bitterness.” Was that an appropriate comment to make? Did it make you laugh? Or were you offended that he just insulted your workplace’s coffee

He cheers in success on the inside when a soft chuckle escapes from your lips. “Aw, I’m sorry to hear. I guess we should have also done our part and asked if you wanted any. Did you want to order anything else?”

Ah. Was the conversation already ending? But it’s so soon! He barely held the dialogue for a couple seconds, and since he’s got your attention, he can’t let go now. Quickly, his eyes skim the menu and the display case full of baked goods. “Uh, what do you recommend?” He asks, gesturing to the sweets. 

You wave your hand for another coworker to take the next customer’s order. Walking over to the sweets, Seokjin trails over as well, observing your expression. You’ve got your brows furrowed, deep in thought with a quirk of the side of your lips, engrossed with the plentiful of options. “Do you like tarts?”

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Seokjin is a regular now. 

Whenever the clock strikes 7:30AM, he’s already in his work attire, hair at its best, and has checked his face in the mirror for the fiftieth time. Then, he’s on route to the corner bakery.

He wants to look good before he meets you. Handsome guy for a pretty girl. It’s only right.

The bells at the front door of the shop ring loudly the moment he enters in, and immediately his ears are filled with that beautiful laugh of yours, but you’re not alone. It’s accompanied by someone else’s, a voice that doesn’t match any of your other coworkers and his jaw clenches at the thought. Who is this male that claims to be the purpose of your giggling with a mop he calls hair on the top of his head?

“Oh!” You beam, lifting up the cup of hot coffee in hand. “Seokjin! Come here, I have a new pastry for you to try, and your daily caffeinated beverage to pair it with. Plus, I want you to meet my friend.”

His name is Taehyung. The freaking guy looks like a model, strutting into the café like it’s his runway, and when his gaze meets Seokjin’s, it makes Seokjin feel small.

Seokjin likes you, if the amount of times he comes in a week is evidence for it. He doesn’t just do that either; he often stirs up a conversation, asks how your day is going so far, and even goes out of his way to remember small details so he can bring it up next time. But he can’t help but wonder—do you have a boyfriend? Are you being kind only because Seokjin is a customer? Or are you normally this sweet as those raspberry filled pastries you set him up with? 

And those questions are only emphasized when Taehyung smiles, extends his hands and offers Seokjin a firm shake. “I’m Taehyung.”

Seokjin’s entire work day has gone to shit. All he could think about was who Taehyung was and why you were so adamant about Seokjin meeting him. 

After taking the last bite of the delicious pastry you packed for him (free of charge, too), it hits him. 

If Seokjin liked you, he should just confess his feelings, no matter what the consequences. Instead of sitting here with his shoulders slouched, eating this treat you gave him with a pout upon his lips, he shouldn’t continue waiting around and feeling sorry for himself anymore. Why would he make himself suffer like this when there’s a way to end this vicious cycle? 

Seokjin concludes that he’s going to confess tonight. 

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What Seokjin learns about you is that you are by far not close to his ideal dream girl. 

You’re the “milk first, cereal last” gal, and he believes you’re ass backwards. You like consistency, and your favorite ringtone is the sound of those stupid horns he has for alarms in the morning. You enjoy the first few hours of your day, basking in the routine that you’ve put together yourself, including the one that had recently involved seeing Seokjin’s face. 

And although you’re not his dream girl, you’ve become it.

“I like you,” He finally confesses, a bouquet of flowers in his hands that match the decor stickers plastered on the shop's windows. “Would you… go out with me?”

Seokjin isn’t here in the mornings like he normally is, opting that since this is definitely a change of pace, he might as well go all out. Maybe this will be different. Maybe he’ll be happier.

Stunned, your mouth drops open. You’re stuttering over your own words, practically malfunctioning like a machine. “Wha—Like—what? Like… you like me as in like… a woman? More than a friend? You want to take me out?”

“Uh,” Seokjin scratches behind his ear anxiously. Was his plan backfiring? “Yes? I… like you. As in, I come here in the mornings for coffee, yeah, but I mostly came to see you. I enjoy hearing your laugh, seeing your smiles, and listening to you talk about these pastries like they’re your world and I—“ He pauses, inhaling a sharp breath, “—then you introduced me to this really good looking guy named Taehyung and I didn’t know what my chances were with you anymore, so here I am. Confessing.”

You’re silent. Truthfully, Seokjin’s not feeling good about this. His palms are sweaty, his heart is racing, and you still haven’t said a word and he’s sure that over thirty seconds have already passed by.

“What—“ You start again, quickly stopping yourself with a shake of your head. “Thank god, really.”

The front of Seokjin’s brows dip in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

You laugh, combing your fingers through your loosened locks. “I’ve been trying to tell my coworkers that I had this stupid crush on you since you first came in. You’re such a great listener, you’re handsome, and fun to talk to. They think you’re too good to be true, so they thought you wanted to be my gay best friend. Hence… the Taehyung test.”

“The Taehyung test?” Seokjin reiterates. 

Chewing on your bottom lip, your eyes are swirls of apologies. “He’s cute, right? Either you’d get jealous that a guy like him has my attention and you like me, or you like him and you’re jealous that he’s making me laugh instead of you.”

Seokjin’s shoulders drop in relief. “So… does that mean you’ll go out with me?”

You smile softly. “Of course, Jin.”

He doesn’t think those mundane activities he identified before are boring anymore. No, not with you, they’re not. He doesn’t mind watching you pour milk instead of cereal first in the mornings because he’s glad he gets to be the one who pinches your side teasingly and call you a weirdo. He doesn’t hate the sound of the horns—okay, a lie, he hates it so much, but they’re bearable when you’re around since you don’t hesitate to shut it off the minute it rings, and immediately hop out the bed, without using the snooze button. Brushing his teeth is a delight, especially when he sees your toothbrush sitting in your own designated cup on your side of the sink.

Everyday is a continuous, recurring cycle. 

But Seokjin doesn’t mind those things if it’s done with you. 

[dontmindifidontt]

EARLY MORNINGS AND OVERTIME | Chapter 1: Lots of Dough

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader (fem, first person pov)

Word count: 2250 Summary: A smutty fic in which Nanami Kento brightens up the mundane, flour-dusted life a college dropout working in a bakery. Notes: I've been reading a lot of romance lately and am feeling nostalgic for the days I worked in a bake shop. I also got a new computer and like to type so here we are. Also, a newfound JJK obsession is to blame. Also, I know this isn't necessarily a fic blog but since I'm trying things out I thought I'd publish this story here before creating a separate blog. :) Warnings: None yet.

Read on AO3. Masterlist. Please feel free to ask me to correct anything in the above info, this is my first fic and I want to be sure I'm following all fic-posting etiquette. Ty!

5 am. Any day.

I hated mornings. I was convinced there was nothing that could ever make me like mornings. Not the smell of freshly brewed espresso on my perfectly timed coffeemaker, and certainly not the alarm that jolted me awake each day at 5am to make it to work on time. I begin every weekday at the bakery at 5:30am, making five o'clock the latest I could possibly wake up without arriving late. A swipe of mascara and a dab of lip stain was all I had time for before I was out the door. No time to consume more than my espresso, though breakfast was always on the house once I clocked in.

From 5:30am until 7:30am I carried trays of raw dough back and forth from the bakery kitchen to the oven, making sure each and every croissant, pastry, and loaf of bread was freshly baked before our opening at 8:00am. Then from 8:00am until 10:30am I served hungry, rushing, tired, and overworked folks of all ages trying to bring even a fleeting taste of happiness to their day before sitting down to their desks. Once the breakfast rush was done I restocked our breads in anticipation of our lunch hustle. The lunchtime rush was my favorite part of each day because it meant I could almost go home. At least, that used to be why it was my favorite.

5 am. That day.

Shit. Why did I hit snooze that second time. With one shoe on and the other dragging by the strap around my left ankle I ran for the door. I really need to start going to bed earlier. Ah, who am I kidding, I know even that wont make a difference to how tired I am in the morning.

The door to my apartment slams closed behind me and I'm on my way. I power walk the five blocks to the bakery and clock in with seconds to spare. Wiping the sweat from my brow and holding my timecard between my teeth I begin tying my apron behind my back. No time to waste on Friday, we are always the most busy the last day of the workweek. Most folks get a surge of energy knowing they've almost made it to the weekend, I feel nothing but exhaustion having pushed through the four days prior.

As usual I carry my trays of dough back and forth, and as usual my wrist strains under the weight of the metal sheet pans. It has gotten worse lately, almost as if the trays are heavier. Am I that out of shape? Even an assortment of unbaked croissants cause my forearm to cramp?

Sighing and squaring my shoulders, I turn my back to the oven so I can make my way to the counter and ready the cash register. Our first regular of the day is due to arrive any moment now. I guess at this point I shouldn't call her a regular, she's actually become my friend.

As if on cue, the front bell chimes and a swift gust of wind flows into the shop, as if mother nature herself is carrying my friend through the door and across the shop. She's always on the move and yet a strand of hair is never out of place. She makes a few fast, aggressive taps on her phone before throwing it back in her purse and looking up at me - all while striding across the shop like it's a runway. Her mouth curves into a smile as her eyes meet mine, "IT'S FRIDAY!" she sings.

"Thank god for that," I grumble but can't help to grin behind the register.

"That's the spirit," she leans against the counter balancing a shiny credit card between her index and middle finger. "You know what I'm here for."

"Coming right up - and you know I won't make you pay on Fridays. Can't make a girl pay on her favorite day of the week." I swat her hand away and turn to brew her espresso. A hot, oatmilk latte with sugar free vanilla to start her day, Mei Mei's day.

"So, any plans for your weekend? Any dates? Any shopping sprees? Anything more fun than sweating in front of an oven watching bread rise?" I'd swat at her again if I wasn't occupied by the milk foamer.

"I do have a life outside of this bakery, you know," I quipped, only to hear a laugh answer me. "And although you quiz me each Friday about my weekend plans as if that's a lie, I can promise you my Saturdays and Sundays are not as boring as you make me out to be."

"So let me guess, another weekend occupied with reading? Maybe seeing a movie by yourself? No, wait, I've got it! Spending half the day in the grocery store planning an elaborate meal to cook only for yourself?" How Mei Mei saw all of these options as a bad thing, I'll never know...

I looked up with a huff, but did not reply. She took that as confirmation enough.

"You need to meet someone!" She proclaimed, "If only to pay for your meals, and clothes, and books, and anything else you like to do..."

"I can take care of myself just fine, thank you." I never understood why Mei Mei loves to have others pay for her, is it so bad to be independent?

"It's not about taking care of yourself, it's about watching someone else empty their wallet to make you happy," she laughed. "And besides, you deserve it!"

I paused for a moment and considered the latter statement. Maybe I do deserve to have someone else want to spoil me, it couldn't be all that bad, right?

"Well, I have to run. Think about what I said!" She turned and glided towards the door, hair flowing behind her and iPhone in hand. "There's no better feeling than spending money that's not yours!" That last part was half-shouted as she passed the threshold to the street outside.

The next few hours I spent serving customers, writing down a shopping list for my manager to refill on different ingredients we were running low on, and restocking the pastries for lunch. I looked up at the clock on the wall right as it struck noon and smiled to myself. Just two more hours between me and freedom.

As I wipe the counters behind the register with my back to the door, I hear the doorbell chime, but no footsteps or sounds of movement. I assume the wind jostled the door, or maybe I've heard it one too many times and the noise is beginning to replay randomly in my mind.

"Achem." A throat clears a mere two feet behind me.

In an instant the backs of my hands rise up towards my shoulders as I spin 180 degrees. With eyes widened and lips parted I ready myself to cuss out the customer that just snuck up on me, not expecting to only be caught off guard a second time.

Suddenly I was all too aware of the fact that I rushed out the door this morning. That I couldn't take a second more to apply blush, or braid the loose strands of hair that currently tickled the sides of my neck, or painted over the chips of my polish on half my nails. I was standing in front of an immaculately dressed man, and all he saw was an overtired, overworked college dropout with flour dusting their apron looking up at him in silence.

Shit, say something. "Hi - um, what would you like to order?" Well that's better than nothing.

He tilted his head for a few seconds. What is he looking at? Are the bags under my eyes that noticeable? I knew I shouldn't have snoozed, I would have had time to put concealer on.

"Just the sandwich, please." He says as he pulls his wallet out from his pocket, a shiny watch reflecting the light as he twists his hand to pull a thick credit card out.

I will myself to reach for it without my hand shaking. Why am I so nervous? Is it because he scared me, or maybe because he's almost too handsome to look at...

"S-sure thing. Would you like a receipt?"

"No. Thank you."

"Okay, well, come again please." WHAT WAS THAT - come again please? I need to get ahold of myself. Or maybe just more sleep.

He walks to the door but pauses as his hand reaches the handle. His head slightly turns to the side, "Thank you. I will."

Before I could process the sentence, the door shut and he was out of sight. He said he's coming back - what does that mean? I already began to wonder when he would return, and promised myself I would actually make myself look presentable before work from now on. A promise easier said than done. Does he want to see me again? I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the want to see him.

Why I suddenly transformed into a giddy and clueless schoolgirl after two minutes of speaking to this man I don't know. Something about his demeanor, his tall stature, his sharp and perfectly fitting suit. He didn't leave my mind for the remaining hour of my shift.

I wiped the tops of the small tables at the front of the shop in a circular motion, gently massing my wrist every so often. It still seemed to bother me after too much movement. I willed myself to ignore it and push the concern aside, it was quitting time.

While walking to the office in the back of the shop to clock out, I untie my apron and toss it into the hamper my manager brings to the cleaner each week. I punch my timecard and sling my purse over my shoulder, eager to lock up and begin my quiet, relaxing weekend forgetting the world around me and instead immersing myself in the pages of my latest book.

The bell chimes as I step outside and spin around to turn the key in the lock. I twist my still aching wrist and hear the lock click in to place. Before I can pull the key out and toss it back into my purse, I hear the familiar sound of a throat clearing beside me.

Once again spinning around with a startle I glance up at the well-dressed man beside me.

"I was hoping I'd catch you," he started. I stared, wondering where he even appeared from. He continued, "I couldn't help but notice you were holding your wrist earlier, and decided I couldn't let you go home for the day without offering my assistance."

"Oh - yeah, uhm. Are you a doctor?" I figure the answer to that question must be obvious, otherwise this interaction is just flat out creepy.

"No." He replied with a straight face and nothing more.

I stared. He stared back.

"Okay, well, sure, you can help me. Why not." I guess I'm in no place to say no the handsome, though strange, man that's already scared me half to death twice in one day. It's a Friday after all, what do I have to lose. Just an hour ago I was daydreaming about our next interaction - it seems apparently he was thinking of me too? I tried to come to this sudden realization without blushing.

"Great. I'll meet you back here at six tonight. Goodbye now." He began to turn on his heel to leave.

"Wait - six? What are you talking about?" "It's still afternoon and I need to return to work, so I'm offering to meet you back here once my day is done." "So why did you come back now?" "Like I said, I wanted to be sure I caught you. I know the bakery closes at this time." Right. I guess he's a very... literal person.

"Okay, I guess I'll see you later then." I shrug and ready myself to walk away. Desperately attempting to hide the fact I'm overcome with equal parts confusion and excitement.

"See you then," he says and we both turn to depart. "Oh, and one other thing-" he starts before either of us can fully turn our backs. "Don't eat beforehand. I'd like to buy you dinner."

I freeze, making sure I heard correctly. So he's literal and straightforward? I never knew these were traits I liked before.

"Okay. Thanks." Was all I could mutter before pulling my chin back from across my shoulder and facing my destination. I was trying desperately to walk not too fast, not too slow knowing he still stood at the bakery door behind me and could be watching.

Once I rounded the corner to reach the straightaway towards my apartment I stopped and put a hand against the brick wall beside me. I steadied myself as the thoughts began to rush in and cloud my mind.

I have a date tonight? No, it's not a date. Is it?

He's not a doctor but he wants to help with my wrist he noticed was hurting? Is this just a trick to kidnap me? No, he would have done it already.

Why didn't I make time to get ready this morning? I need to stop snoozing my alarm.

I forced the thoughts to quiet and continued my walk home. I had a strange date(?) with a mysterious blonde man I had to get ready for.

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No Place I’d Rather Be

I’m on my period and emotional. Enjoy.

Summary: Spending your last day of weekend visit with a sick Grayson, but he decides to propose an idea you have been too scared to ask. 

Words: 2,879 

     Birds singing in the trees, bright blue skies, and the loving heat of the warm sun beating down from above were just a few things to describe a perfect morning. It was hard to tell if the birds were actually singing from inside the house and what tune they chose for this morning, but they were there happily flying around going about their bird business. As for the sun and clear skies it was a safe bet to assume that the skies were clear and the sun was beaming in the city of angels. This was also easily confirmed by the sun streaking through the glass doors opposite of the large, modernized kitchen that looked like a still from an episode of Fixer Upper, Property Brothers or whatever new HGTV show that made you crave granite countertops and apron sinks to fix all the problems in your life.

         You slid across the hardwood floors in your white tube socks to grab your previously used knife from the opposite end of the counter. Scattered across the white marble was the carnage of various packages and peels of fruits to make full breakfast. Eggs whites were sizzling in the pan next to another filled with turkey bacon that you were careful to handle with some grease popping out of the sides.  The knife in your hand was now being used to open up a second avocado to finish covering the six pieces of toast that had already been perfectly toasted in an obscenely expensive toaster. An item that you would never be able to wrap your head around but also couldn’t argue its efficacy and great toasted results. Four of six said pieces were already covered and done, set aside on their respected plates as you finished the last two for yourself. After scraping the green insides on the toast and adding all of the other garnishes, you set it on your plate and being adding the eggs whites, bacon and filling up three glasses with a previously made smoothie that had a tropical taste of pineapple and mango mixed with coconut milk.

         With a large huff, blowing some of the fly away hairs that had escaped from your ponytail up into the air to only fall on your nose, you gave yourself a pat on the back for completing the morning task of breakfast. Looking at your phone you saw the time was 8:30am on the dot. This boasted even more pride in you time management skills having had forced yourself up early for a gym session, followed by a relaxing shower and then getting all of this done. Distracted by said accomplishment and preparing to grab all the completed food items to place on the dining room table, you were unaware of the footsteps that were the tell-tale sign of someone else entering the kitchen with you. Placing one hand under each of the plates, you began to turn and head towards the table.

         “Boo!”

         “ETHAN!” You screamed, startled by his presence. You began to wobble back and forth in attempt to save the plates that had gotten shaken up in your fear before they smashed to the floor next to where your heart currently was from the scare.

         “Woah, woah, I gotcha.” Ethan said, leaning forward to help prevent a mess he was about to cause.

     He steadied one plate in your hand while grabbing the other one that was closest to teetering over the edge. He made the first move into the dining room to set the plate in front of one of the chairs and you followed suit. After everything fragile was placed securely, you walked over to him and smacked him on the shoulder.

         “Ow! Rude!” He whined, rubbing his arm as if your punch would do anything. Sure, you had been going to the gym and the boys were helping you get into weight lifting but your height and weight was still no match for 180lb and 6ft beasts that were the Dolans.

         “Dude, you scared the shit out of me. I almost dropped your breakfast by the way. If that had happened your ass would be the one remaking it so I’m not hearing any complaining about how you don’t like it.” You told him, attempting to fix your bun that was already lazily thrown up on your but now you were certain was sitting promptly lopsided atop your head.

         “Don’t worry, you already cook a million times better then Grayson. I would never send your food back. In fact, you being here I think is the only reason I’m alive and getting real food.”

         “I make the exact same avocado toast that Grayson does.” Ethan shrugged.

         “Yeah but yours just has that…” He trailed off and simply made a chef’s kiss with his fingers.

         “I’ll take that as a thank you.” You commented, before going to wash some of the dishes you had made. You also sent a quick text to Grayson letting him know breakfast was done.

         Grayson had been sick and therefore was unable to work out this morning with you like your normally do. You made it a goal to stay on track with workouts though and wanted to surprise him with a good breakfast. Sick or not, unlike some people, Grayson wasn’t the keenest on sleeping in. You also didn’t want to waste a second with him before having to go back to San Diego.

         The back and forth between LA and SD wasn’t crazy, it’s about only an hour plane ride. It was just the amount of having to do it. Thankfully that would be fixed soon as you had saved up and enough and with your job having plenty of spots to place you permanently for work in LA, you were finally making the move further up North. This didn’t come without it’s struggles though because finding an apartment was hard enough, but a decent one that wasn’t forever away from the boys, even harder. You settled for Glendale and had even tour the place with Grayson and Ethan while you were visiting this weekend. They had approved of the place as well and once you were back in San Diego you were going to sign the lease to move in next month. Honestly moving itself was the hardest part of any of it.

         “He has risen! I thought I was the lazy one.” You heard Ethan speaking, shaking you out of your inner musings.

     You looked over to see the most beautiful, pitiful baby boy there ever was. Grayson dragged himself into the kitchen, clearly still just wiping sleep from his eyes. He had changed clothes from the gray sweatpants and white tank he had worn to bed into red Adidas track pants and a black DT hoodie. His hair was still lying flat on his head, a clear indication that he only did enough to run his hands through to get out the mess from tossing and turning. Grayson also continued to sniffle as if was just figuring out that he had a nose and how it worked. His eyes were glazed with both sick and sleep as he looked over to you before padding his way over, sliding his bare feet on the floor.

         “Ehhhh,” He groaned, making grabby hands towards you as you turned off the water of the sink, drying your hands on a towel.

         “Yes, zombie boy?” You teased. Grayson stuck his tongue out at you before wrapping both his arms around your waist and digging his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder.

         You reached up to play with the hair on the back of his neck as he lightly swayed your body back and forth. He muttered something into your skin.

         “Didn’t quite catch that, babe.” You told him, patting this head to tell him to pick his head up and try again.

         “You do too much.” He sniffled before leaning his head back to do an over dramatic cough You loved the boy but Ethan was right that he was very loud, it was cute though.

         “Oh my god shut up.” Ethan yelled right on cue.

         “Fuck you!” Grayson called back, before lowering his voice to speak directly into your ear. “I’m sorry. I know with being sick I haven’t been able to fully enjoy being with you this weekend. Now you are making breakfast for us and it’s just all amazing. I can’t say thank you or I love you enough, baby girl.”

         You smiled, turning in his arms to face him. You leaned up on your tip toes to place a quick kiss to his nose, not caring if you got his germs.

         “That’s what I’m here for, bub.” You placed your hands on his cheeks, slightly squishing them beneath your hands.

         Grayson smiled back down at you, causing a bolt of heat to strike your stomach. Something you weren’t sure you would ever get over, which was perfectly fine with you.

     “Gross.” Ethan commented, shoving the last bit of toast into his mouth. He walked over, hip checking the two of you out of his way so he could clean his plate before setting it aside. “I’m going to pack a bag get ready to go to the beach, let me know if you want to join in later.” He tossed up a peace sign before heading towards his room.

         Grayson grabbed your hand, heading towards to the table for you two to eat your breakfast. You sat down, facing each other across the table before digging in. 

         “How come he never does that for me? Little shit always just leaves it here expecting me to do it. Or if he does clean it he just leaves it in the sink instead of putting it in the drying rack where he belongs.” Grayson complained, stabbing at his eggs. You smirked at him.

         “Maybe he just likes me better.” You teased, seeing Grayson not being able to help the little glare that slid across his face at the intention of your words. There was genuinely nothing there between you and Ethan, just some fun banter. You were an only child and only had a few close guy friends growing up so getting both a boyfriend and another friend all in one as a package deal actually made you pretty happy.

         The two of you continued eating, talking about maybe joining Ethan at the beach or just going for t a lazy swim in the pool if Grayson was up for it. Eventually the conversation shifted to your upcoming move.

         “How are you thinking about getting all your stuff here?”

         “After having moved with just a car or two like five times now, I’m renting the U-Haul. The time it takes for it to get here on the road and me by plane isn’t too hard to coordinate. What I really need to do is start packing to make that easier. Fortunately, again after so many times I have it down to a science but it’s never not annoying ya know? Just thinking about it- “

         “What about here?” Grayson interrupted. He looked sheepish like that wasn’t his intention but was also staring at you head on.

         “What about here?” You repeated back in confusion.

         “Like, here. For you to stay.”

         “Gray, baby, I am moving to LA.”

         “No, no, like right here. With me and E, here. Mainly me.” He said, you could tell he was nervously rubbing his hands together underneath the table in anticipation for your answer, ready to bolt if you laughed or said no.

     “Oh, I guess I hadn’t thought of that.” Lie, your brain said. You totally had but didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. You are Grayson were coming up on your two-year anniversary in a month. It wasn’t crazy to think about living together, I mean your rule was at least two years anyways before moving in with a significant other so what’s a month in the long run?

         “I mean, you don’t have to. Don’t feel pressured or like I’m forcing you or anything it was just, um an idea.” Grayson stuttered out, now needing something to do to ignore feeling foolish so he began furiously stuffing bacon into his mouth and ripping it with his teeth.

         “No, Gray, I’m sorry. No as in I’m not saying no, no as in oh fuck me.” You tripped over your words, nerves now pervading your body as well. “What I’m trying to say is I would love that, truly. I just didn’t want to make anything hard or weird for you guys. Inviting myself to live here isn’t fair. I mean it’s been just you guys living together for almost 8 years. It’s okay to have concerns about bringing someone into that and I didn’t want to just assume it would be okay. Plus, I know you guys don’t upload weekly or anything anymore and we are public but moving in together brings another level to that that I wasn’t sure if you wanted to deal with right now.” It was actually extremely reliving getting this off your chest. With the move you had always thought it made sense just to move in with Grayson, you would be here all the time anyway, why pay rent somewhere else with two other roommates that you really didn’t know and hoped they weren’t secretly stealing your food from the fridge or leaving the bathroom a mess. It was a big step in a relationship though and even more for one like this.

         Becoming public was a feat on its own. You knew who the twins were before you met, so you had no problem leaving it up to Grayson about when to post about you guys. He felt comfortable enough to do it on your one-year anniversary. While there sadly was always going to be a few people who made nasty remarks, they didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things and the reception was warm and made you feel grateful. And while sure, the fandom wasn’t involved into everyday life, and there had been security issue in the past about literal living situations, it felt like stepping into another boundary that needed permission from the fandom. The boys cared about every single subscriber so much that you never wanted to cause a rift between that. Although Grayson assured you that was never the case. Fandom and girlfriend were two different loves in their own special ways, that also deserved certain boundaries.

         “Don’t even worry about that.” Grayson reached across the table to grab your hand. “What we do, is what we do. No one makes that choice but us and if anyone wants to get upset that’s on them. It doesn’t mean you have to be in all our videos or whatever else people might think would happen. It just means that I finally get to wake up and go to bed every day with my favorite person in the world. I don’t have to take you to the airport anymore and give you the final hug before going home to count the days when you come back. We can make dinner, and go out on nighttime adventures and I need someone else to help me when Ethan is being an asshole.” You both laughed, he squeezed your hand tighter. “I mean it. The place in Glendale was fine but it’s still a 45-minute drive on a good traffic day. Just stay here, and you’re not paying rent, just groceries and whatever else you want to buy for your or for the house. It’s yours now.”

     Tears began to prick your eyes so you quickly spoke before they could fully form.

         “Is Ethan okay with this though? I mean he actually is my number one concern because I don’t want to like encroach on his safe space or anything. I know we are close but still.”

         “Ethan was the first one to bring it up actually.”

         “What?”

         “Yeah, after we had gotten back from viewing the apartment. You had to take the phone call with your boss so you went outside. Ethan said to me, and I quote, ‘Gray, are you really going to let your fucking girlfriend stay there? Ask her to move in already you, dipshit’, so I think he’s chill.”

         You merely snorted in response, thankful yet not too surprised at Ethan’s boldness with the subject.

         “Well it looks like I’m approved on all angles, so where do I sign? 

         “Right here.” Grayson leaned across the table to pull you into a soft, sweet kiss. The two of you lingered there for a moment just letting the morning settle in around you. Around what was now your home as well.

         You pulled apart and watched as Grayson began scraping the last bit of food into his mouth before asking if you were done, you nodded. Grayson stood up, collecting both of the plates before kissing you on top of your head as he walked by to go wash the dishes. You turned around in your chair, placing your arms over the back and setting your chin on top, gazing at the boy in the kitchen.

         Home, you thought. There was no place you’d rather be.  

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50 questions tag

i was tagged by: @jamiesoleksiak and @softgrantaire (thank u bbs ily)

1. what is the color of your hair brush? blue and grey

2. name a food you never eat? bananas 

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold esp my hands and feet

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? doing my makeup lmao

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? i rly like double-deckers atm or crunchies are a classic

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? i’ve seen a pro rugby game

7. what was the last thing you said out loud? idk i think i was singing along to a song

8. what is your favorite ice cream? mint choc chip (controversial ik)

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? wine lmao

10. do you like your wallet? it functions so yeah i guess

11. what was the last thing you ate? curly fries

12. did you buy any new clothing last week? uhhhh no i dont think so

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? does a round of among us count? or one of the last flyers games idk my memory isnt that good

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? butter

15. who was the last person you sent a text to? my irl bff soph

16. ever go camping? too much as a kid 

17. do you take your vitamins? oh shit thanks for the reminder

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? nah im not religious

19. do you have a tan? no i just freckle and/or burn

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza? chinese

21. do you drink soda through straws? depends if im wearing lipstick or not

22. what color socks do you usually wear? i wear all colours

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? 😬 no that illegal yes

24. what terrifies you? small spaces, walking past large groups of people, rejection

25. look to your left, what do you see? my drawers, desk and my wardrobe

26. what chore do you hate the most? taking the bins out

27. what do you think when you hear an australian accent? N I C E

28. what’s your favorite soda? 7up or coke cherry

29. do you ever go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? i don’t really eat fast food but go in i guess

30. what’s your favorite number? 29

31. who’s the last person you talked to? i spoke to my parents on the phone and i texted soph

32. favorite cut of beef? none i dont like beef

33. last song you listened to? elvis isnt dead by scouting for girls

34. last book you read? wild magic by cat weatherill

35. favorite day of the week? any of them except sunday

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? no im dumb

37. how do you like your coffee? mocha with oat or coconut milk

38. favorite pair of shoes? either my white fila or my black air force

39. time you normally get up? over summer it was like 9:30-10am but now im back at uni itll be 7:30am

40. do you prefer sunrise or sunset? sunset

41. describe your kitchen plates? purple, big, round, ikeas finest

42. how many blankets are on your bed? 1 duvet, 1 blanket

43. describe your kitchen at the moment? its kinda empty bc i moved into my uni flat like yesterday

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? pornstar martini or rose wine

45. do you play cards? i like to but i dont do it often

46. what color is your car? i dont own a car atm :( this bitch broke

47. can you change a tire? i know like the basic logistics of how to but ive never actually done it

48. favorite state? (let’s pretend that says country; only picking amongst the ones i’ve been to) andorra, luxembourg or belgium

49. favorite job you’ve had? none of them all of them sucked for one reason or another 

50. tagging: @numbah79 @farabeezer @travisgermy @hartsys +anyone else who wants to i guess !! (pls know if i tagged u, u dont have to if u dont want to!!!! pls i hope im not annoying u)

[ladydorian]

tag game ★~(•◡•✿) 50 questions you’ve never been asked before

THIS LOOKS SO MUCH FUN thank you @ithinkwehitametaphor​

what colour is your hair brush?

I had a green and white one for years but it just broke so I’m using my backup mini black one that I keep in my purse until I can get another.

Are you typically too warm or too cold?

I’m usually cold except for in the summer.

what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Proofreading IFUs while blasting music to drown out the sound of my neighbor blasting music.

what is your favorite candy bar?

Oooh Japanese Kit Kats. I’ve got some matcha ones in the cabinet right now, but the apple pie ones were also really good.

have you ever been to a professional sports event?

Mostly baseball and hockey when I was younger. Nothing recently, I’m not terribly interested in sports.

what is the last thing you said out loud?

“Saigo ni nan to itte ita kke anata wa nan to itte ita kke...” (I was not even paying attention while writing this but “Kekka-ron” by SUPER BEAVER came on and I automatically started singing the opening lines)

what is your favorite ice cream?

So I really can’t eat dairy (even tho I do sometimes), but there’s this brand of coconut milk ice cream called Luna & Larry, and their cherry amaretto is the besssssst.

what was the last thing you had to drink?

Drinking coffee right now.

do you like your wallet?

It’s cute, it’s pink and black and has cats on it, and I bought it from an anime con a couple years ago.

what was the last thing you ate?

Chocolate almond milk pudding for breakfast.

did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

No but I bought these awesome Shintaro Kago enamel pins for when I finally get off my ass and redo my itabag (link contains kittens exploding from cute girls’ faces, and there is a bit of blood - also the site is very NSFW).

the last sporting event you watched?

We watched some marble racing after seeing John Oliver talk about it.

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

Caramel I guess. Not a huge popcorn eater.

who is the last person you sent a text message to?

I texted my brother Mark about Rakuten Global Market closing. Though I’ve only bought maybe one j-rock CD off of there once. I usually just go to cdjapan.

ever go camping?

A few times. I’m really scared of bugs and spiders, so it’s not something I do often. But I’ve had the fun experience of getting up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and seeing a snake slither right past the building.

do you go to church every Sunday?

I haven’t been in a church since I was in high school (except for funerals) and I’d like to keep it that way.

do you have a tan?

I don’t tan, I burn. I got my dad’s Italian hair and my mom’s Irish skin.

do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

Oooh, Chinese food. Especially crab rangoon if they’re homemade.

do you drink your soda with a straw?

I slam that shit straight outta the can.

what color socks do you usually wear?

If I had a choice, I would never wear socks. But when I do wear them, they’re usually novelty socks with, like, tacos and poptarts all over them.

do you ever drive above the speed limit?

When my stepdad taught me how to drive, he said “always go 10 miles over the speed limit, because that’s what everyone else is doing and they’ll run you off the road otherwise.” I’ve only gotten caught about 3 or 4 times.

what terrifies you?

Talking to people. Being judged. Failure. All my friends abandoning me. Being alone.

look to your left, what do you see?

My ONE OK ROCK tote bag with an Arches cold press watercolor pad sticking out of it. I need to paint larger pictures more. That’s good quality just sitting around going to waste.

what chore do you hate?

Emptying the dishwasher when it’s cleaned.

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

That episode of the Simpsons when they went to Australia because Bart got in trouble, and Marge went to the bar asking for a tea and the guy just kept saying “Beer?” -- “No, TEA.” “BEER?”

what’s your favorite soda?

La Croix, though it’s technically sparkling water.

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?

I usually just get takeout, I haven’t been in a typical fast food place or a drive-thru in years (unless you count the Korean chicken wing place, I guess that’s kind of like fast food. But I don’t go to McD’s or anything.).

who’s the last person you talked to?

I told Greg I was going to throw some laundry in but he already did it.

favorite cut of beef?

Not really a steak person but I’ll eat a burger all day long.

last song you listened to?

[Alexandros] - “Philosophy” (it’s gotten me thru some tough shit a couple months ago)

last book you read?

I read @ithinkwehitametaphor​‘s Narcos fanfiction and @mouthface​‘s Brommet wip. I’m a straight-up fanfic person these days.

favorite day of the week?

Probably Saturday, but Friday is a close second.

can you say the alphabet backwards?

Oh god no.

how do you like your coffee?

1/2 - 1 teaspoon of sugar. No cream.

favorite pair of shoes?

I got an old pair of Chinese Laundry black boots with studs in the heels that I wish I had bought 2 pairs of before they were discontinued.

the time you normally go to sleep?

During the week, about 10:30PM - 11:30 (it’s a little later now that I’m working from home). Weekends are usually between 1AM-2 (look, I’m old OK).

the time you normally get up?

8:30AM or so (working from home), and between 9AM-10 on weekends.

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?

I have maybe been awake for 2-3 sunrises in my life, so sunsets it is.

how many blankets on your bed?

Just one.

Describe your kitchen plates.

I have a couple plain blue ones and then some white with black trim. I think they were all housewarming gifts from my grandma from about 10 years ago.

do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

Vodka and beer.

do you play cards?

I used to on occasion, but I don’t have friends who live around me, so I don’t really have anyone to play with.

what color is your car?

Red with the coolest bumper stickers ever.

can you change a tire?

If I need to, I guess.

favorite job you’ve ever had?

I don’t think I’ve ever had a job I liked.

how did you get your biggest scar?

I fell off a bike at Soulcycle a couple years ago and punched a quarter-sized hole in my right thigh. Rode thru the entire 45-minute class, drove home, made dinner, and about 2 hours later finally asked Greg to take a look at it. I thought it was just a scrape, but he told me we were going to the hospital immediately as fat tissue was leaking out of it. I ended up getting 10 stitches and was called “one badass bitch” for my ridiculous pain tolerance.

what did you do today that made someone else happy?

Idk, I like to think I’m a good listener if anyone wants/needs to talk.

I’m always terrified of bothering people, so if you want to do this, please do!

[a-tired-leftie-carnation]

50 questions tag!

i got tagged by @watttine, thank uuu so muccch !!!

what color is your hairbrush?: black.

name a food you never eat: i mean, i don't like mushroom or olives, but i eat them out of necessity. so i’d say pepper, i don't think i've ever eaten pepper actually.

are you typically too warm or too cold?: too warm for sure, i even blush super easily and all that.

what were you doing 45 minutes ago?: house chores lol.

what’s your favourite candy bar?: kit kat or m&m’s (the peanut ones).

have you ever been to a professional sports game?: nope.

what’s the last thing you said out loud?: “they were so loud and annoying” because like im with my friend and i was telling her about that one time my cousin picked me up from the train station and there’s just been a football game around so the drivers were all honking and screaming and singing and uh, too loud.

what’s your favourite ice cream?: i’d usually eat like forest fruits & mango or snickers & banana.

what was the last thing you had to drink?: water probably.

do you like your wallet?: i’m still young, so i don't carry a wallet with me yet skdnsdj but i do have one in my drawer, and yeah i like it.

what’s the last thing you ate?: i just cut some apples so.

did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: i haven't bought any clothes since december lmao. (so nope)

what’s the last sporting event you watched?: i don't really watch tv but i think it’d be the ski competition i saw in january lol.

what is your favourite flavor of popcorn?: caramel.

who’s the last person you sent a text to?: @pastel-butnotreally-angel hehe.

ever go camping?: i went in 9th grade during a school trip, yup.

do you take vitamins?: not really.

do you go to church every sunday?: nope, i’m a full-time atheist. (i read the question and wanted to delete your answer but then i was like “oh same, lets just change it up a bit” lol)

do you have a tan?: nope, i avoid tanning as much as possible.

do you prefer chinese or pizza?: imma say pizza, tho I do love noodles too. (but like i prefer japanese over chinese - random info)

do you drink soda through a straw?: i don’t drink soda actually.

what color socks do you usually wear?: black usually.

do you ever drive above the speed limit?: i’m 17 lol.

what terrifies you?: not being sensitive enough of people’s emotions I guess??

look to your left, what do you see?: my friend~

what chore do you hate the most?: ironing, i think.

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?: i freaking love it, so like if i were to think of a person, i’d say rose from bp or felix from skz.

what’s your favourite soda?: i used to like sprite the most. (because of some book i read lol)

do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru?: i ain’t driving so. (though i don't eat much fast food either)

what’s your favourite number?: i used to like even numbers, but i’m kinda through with them lol. (so odd numbers like 7 or 5 mostly - not 3 tho, i don't like 3)

who’s the last person you talked to?: i’m talking with my friend and sister right now so, they’re the ones!

favourite cut of beef?: i don’t eat beef tho.

last song you listened to?: well my friend was listening to “bim bam toi” by carla just now, though like - voluntarily - i last listened to “my favourite clothes” by rini.

last book you read?: it’s probably “when the earth was flat - all the bits of science we got wrong” by graeme donald or “jfk 22.11.1963″ by stephen king, i've been alternatively reading them both lol.

can you say the alphabet backwards?: i’m writing this like 5 min later because me and my friend actually tried and failed (so no, i can’t), though my sister succeded !!

favourite day of the week?: friday afternoons are the most nicest ones~

how do you like your coffee?: i don’t drink coffee at home, but i’d usually drink latte with salted caramel. (at times when there is indeed a coffee shop around, since my town doesn’t have a proper one)

favorite pair of shoes?: i have 2 pairs of boots i love, basically.

time you normally get up?: at 7am during week days and like 8:30am-9am in the weekend.

sunrise or sunsets?: sunset, i love those warm colours sm.

how many blankets on your bed?: i got only one, pal.

describe your kitchen plates?: they’re like plain yellow/purple/grey ones mostly.

describe your kitchen at the moment?: i guess it’s quite clean?? though i’m not responsible for it so???

do you have a favourite alcoholic drink?: sweet red wine or redberries strongbow.

do you play cards?: well i do play at get-togethers or like sleepovers, but that’s about it.

what color is your car?: i mean my father’s car is grey, but i do not have one.

can you change a tire?: no, i can’t.

your favourite state/province/county/etc?: imma guess they mean “cities” - okay. my favourites (which i visited) would be bucharest or cluj-napoca or venice, though i’m in awe over cities like vienna, lisabona, berlin, dublin or skt. petersburg.

favourite job you’ve had?: i haven’t had a job yet, though i surely know how to pour vodka and make a profit outta it. lol im half-ass joking but like i used to work in my parents’ shop for hours throughout 1st-4th grade (like they would leave me alone and all that, serious stuff) (it was a supermarket so we would sell cigs and alcoholic drinks).

how did you get your biggest scar?: lol story time again, but basically my mother did it. so i was baking a cake for my sister’s birthday, as one does. and i was holding a plastic bag so my mom can pour some melted chocolate into it. what we didn’t take into account was that the plastic would melt lmao and oops it went through and burnt my ankle. it’s like a 30cm squared 2nd degree burn.

i’m tagging @pastel-butnotreally-angel, @lemonmilkk, @darkthestars, @palpitating-procrastination and @hisaka (though it’s indeed long asf so no pressure to do it)(but i enjoyed it owo)

[s-k-y-w-a-l-k-e-r]

50 questions you’ve never been asked

thanks to @ilygwilym for tagging me!

what is the colour of your hairbrush? Black!

name a food you never eat? broccoli

are you typically too warm or too cold? more likely to be cold

what were you doing 45 minutes ago? drafting social media posts for the boss

what is your favourite candy bar? Reese’s peanut butter cups (same, @ilygwilym!)

have you ever been to a professional sports event? yes! a lot. I saw Michael Jordan play with the Bulls in 1994, and since then have been to a handful of baseball games (Astros... breaking my heart, don’t @ me), basketball (various teams), women’s soccer (tickets are cheap and we should do everything we can to prove to U.S. Soccer they deserve more money), and of course, football games because I’m a huge Seattle Seahawks fan.

what is the last thing you said out loud? “no, I don’t have time to play,” to my husband, who is on his daily video chat with his coworkers who play games every lunch time. I am working on this survey in between things for work.

what is your favourite ice cream? cookie dough!

what was the last thing you had to drink? currently drinking coffee!

do you like your wallet? yes, because it’s part of my phone case and only holds three cards and Is super slim. i’d recommend it for everyone. mine has fish on it! and sometimes people ask if it’s because I like to fish or something. no. the answer is that I am a pisces.

what was the last thing you ate? salsa verde doritos because obviously i was making healthy choices last night

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? haha no, though I casually looked for sweatpants online

the last sporting event you watched? an Olympic qualifying match for the U.S. Women’s National Team. I saw Pinoe and Morgan and Krieger and all of them, it was AWESOME

what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? butter, I guess. I don’t really enjoy it because it really only takes one bite for me to get a kernel stuck in my teeth and I can’t stand the feeling

who is the last person you sent a text message to? my director at work. she is wonderful and I am not just saying that

ever go camping? definitely!

do you take vitamins? I have them...

do you go to church every sunday? nope, I slid into atheism 15 years ago but still go to church when I visit home because my mom plays the piano for the tiny church I grew up in and I like to sing

do you have a tan? not really. when i’ve had a healthy amount of sun, I get fairly distinct blonde streaks. I only get tan if I sunburn first, which obviously isn’t ideal

do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? P I Z Z A

do you drink your soda with a straw? no mas

what colour socks do you usually wear? I don’t wear a lot of socks in this climate, but my running socks are all gray + blue/purple/pink

do you ever drive above the speed limit? of course

what terrifies you? screwing up so badly that my boss gets politifact-ed (which happened once when we were talking about inequities on Latina Equal Pay Day and I have not recoverd from)

look to your left, what do you see? Airpods

what chore do you hate? cleaning the litter box/taking the trash out (we are equidistant between our complex’s two dumpsters, which is like a 10 minute walk)

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? hmm. my first major exposure was Steve Irwin... so...? 

what’s your favourite soda? diet coke, i’m just basiiiiic

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? when we’re not social distancing, I always go in. As someone who used to work at a drive-thru at an ice cream shop and at starbucks, I learned to love the pace of the people who walk up. way less likely to be a dick about being in a rush.

who’s the last person you talked to? the hubs

favourite cut of beef? I honestly don’t remember. Probably a new york strip. I eat beef on really rare occasions, and that’s usually in barbecue/brisket form because Texas

last song you listened to? I can’t believe I haven’t listened to music yet today! which means it was the Star Trek: The Next Generation theme song because that’s what I watched last night before bed

last book you read? hmm.. in full? probably A Song of Ice and Fire: A Dance With Dragons

favourite day of the week? Saturday, duh

can you say the alphabet backwards? tebahpla eht (sure, if I think about it)

how do you like you coffee? black

favourite pair of shoes? I don’t really love any of my shoes right now. but my greatest attachment is to my hiking boots.

the time you normally go to bed? midnight, on average

the time you normally get up? normally, it’s 7am but now that i’m working form home, 8:30am

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets, I’m from New Mexico, after all!

how many blankets on your bed? a duvet and a sheet. don’t need much in houston usually

describe your kitchen plates. this has been a journey for us, but we have practically-indestructible Corelle plates with turquoise, teal, and blue dots and trim around the outside edge

do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? red, red wiiiiiiiine

do you play cards? yes! the hubs is an obsessive game player. we do a lot of Hearts, Idiot, and Cribbage. I’m best at Cribbage.

what colour is your car? Dark gray

can you change a tire? the one time I was faced with the possibility, some stranger walked up and changed it for us on the side of a small town road in Idaho. also, when I had a crush on a boy in high school, he was obsessed with his jeep and I stopped by his house and he (i’m sure as a joke) asked me to bring over a new tire for him and it was huge and embarrassing

your favourite province? British Columbia!!!!!!!!!!!!11111 but I would probably also like Alberta too, I just haven’t been. wait, are we talking Canada? Australia? Somewhere else? If I had to pick a state, I’d go with New Mexico.

favourite job you’ve ever had? this one. I take photos and write social media posts and make graphics, and I basically made the job myself by showing my boss what I was good at. she was open to it. as a result, I have met famous politicians and been in military helicopters (and even communicated with Chris Evans’ A Starting Point production team). it’s an incredible opportunity.

how did you get your biggest scar? literally all of my scars have something to do with my cat. the biggest one is when I brought her home from college. she saw my dog—a dog she knew!!—as I was carrying her in from the car in my hands, and crawled up my face onto my head, catching my eyelid in her back claw. I had to have ten stitches put in the night before we left for disneyland!! thankfully it sort of blends in with the other natural eyelid creases I already had.

what did you do today that made someone else happy? aw probably not much, yet. it’s early still. but I did make a cute graphic for a Tiger King tweetstorm a bunch of legislators are going to take part in and my director really liked it (we probably won’t take part in the tweetstorm but I drafted just in case)

tagging @aoskirk @thehound @lukeslywalkers @alcors-floating-hat 

[thenighttrain]

50 question tag game

i was tagged by @wonderfked​ and @skippingdown16thavenue​ thank you guys for giving me  somethinng to do

50 questions you’ve never been asked 🏃🏽‍♀️💨

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? dark blue (tennesee)

2. a food you never eat? seafood, mushrooms, cream

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? exercising

5. what is your favorite candy bar? kit kats or crunchies

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? yep

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? probably singing along to tell me why

8. what is your favorite ice cream? cookies and cream, caramel, vanilla, i love sooo many flavours

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water

10. do you like your wallet? yeah, it’s bright red and my mum gave it to me

11. what was the last thing you ate? biscuits

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? in this economy? no

13. the last sporting event you watched? me? watch sports? you’ve got to be kidding me............. it was probably an all blacks game

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? CARAMEL ALL THE WAY

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my mama

16. ever go camping? nope

17. do you take vitamins? yeah because i have an asian mum

18. do you go to church every sunday? no i’m not christian

19. do you have a tan? yeah i have a bikini tan

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? chinese food but i also really love pizza ugh can i have both

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? no

22. what color socks do you usually wear? blue, tan or black

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? no!!! i’m too scared of getting fined

24. what terrifies you? failure, heights, fire, sizzling things, bees, wasps, i’m scared of fucking everything

25. look to your left, what do you see? a book

26. what chore do you hate? cooking and changing the bedsheets

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? i live in australia so uhhh my friends? hopefully not me

28. what’s your favorite soda? coke? idk, i like all of them lol

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? either, i’m happy as long as i get chips

30. who’s the last person you talked to? bro i don’t even know

31. favorite cut of beef? i have no idea, does it look like i know how to cook beef 

32. last song you listened to? tell me why by taytay

33. last book you read? gods of jade and shadow by silvia moreno-garcia

34. favorite day of the week? fridays

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? i don’t think so omg

36. how do you like your coffee? a flat white or mocha with soy milk

37. favorite pair of shoes? my black denim keds

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? lmfaoooo like 3am these days adsjkflansjk

39. at what time do you normally get up? 10-10:30am these days 😔

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? SUNSETS, i’m never awake for sunrises 

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 1

42. describe your kitchen plates. white with blue and orange lines, they’re not made of glass but of some other non breakable material that i can’t remember the name of

43. do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? mimosas, ciders, sweet cocktails

44. do you play cards? i used to play cards a lot and i do enjoy it

45. what color is your car? i don’t have one :((

46. can you change a tire? god no, i don’t think anyone wants that

47. what is your favorite province? do i look american

48. favorite job you’ve ever had? interning at a law firm

49. how did you get your biggest scar? my brother bit my hand when i was a baby

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? like. nothing because i haven’t really seen anyone lol

tagging @kingvalkyris​ @stilwritingpages​ @anotherdayanotherdramas​ @percjyackson​ @thegamesbegin​ @highlikethemoon​ @targsdany​ @sealsmyfate​ @sacrednewbeginnings​ @marysong

[galaxy-whiskers]

I was tagged by @bailandonorris, thanks!

1. what is the colour of your hair brush? 

I have a silver paddle brush which I don’t use very often, a transparent and purple swirly coloured (honestly don’t know how else to describe) afro comb, and a regular black comb.

2. name of a food you never eat? 

Tuna, can’t stand it. To be honest, I eat most things if they’re warm, but VERY fussy when it comes to cold food

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? 

Definitely too hot! I still have a fan on in the winter at night time

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? 

Playing Animal Crossing, tried to catch some tarantulas because Flick is on my island but the dodos don’t seem to want to send me to any decent islands so my mission was unsuccessful

5. what’s your favourite candy bar?

That’s a hard one... probably either Cadbury’s marvelous creations with the jelly beans and popping candy, darkmilk, or the one with oreos. Snickers are pretty great too, also Kinder Bueno and just Kinder chocolate in general. Basically, what I’m saying is I love chocolate

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? 

Yes, I went to the London 2012 Olympics to watch show jumping, football and basketball! Have probably been to others? Really want to go to Wimbledon at some point but not sure when I’ll be able to do that. Does dog agility count as sport? Seen it at Crufts multiple times

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? 

‘Night night curly shoes’ - a goodnight wish for my sweet doggo Ivy

8. what is your favourite ice cream? 

I’m a fan of coconut ice cream it has to be said, also honeycomb, and your standard Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough is high up there. Really specifically, the vanilla ice cream from the waffle shop in Cirencester. To be honest, don’t eat much ice cream, not my go-to food choice because I’m lactose intolerant and a lot of it makes me feel sick just thinking about it. Has to be good!

9. what is the last thing you had to drink? 

Some water, absolute health right here (she says drinking her first glass of water all day after about 4 cans of Pepsi Max whoops)

10. do you like your wallet? 

I guess so, yes. Could probably do with a slightly more efficient one but it’s decent

11. what was the last thing you ate? 

A jazz apple from the fridge. We have no pink ladies which are the favourites but jazz are pretty tasty too

12. did you buy any new clothes last week? 

No, only virtual ones in Animal Crossing. I haven’t been clothes shopping in so long and doesn’t look like that will change anytime soon

13. last sporting event you watched? 

Honestly no idea, since all the sport has been cancelled for a while I can’t think what the last thing would have been. Probably Cheltenham races on the telly back in February or March or whenever it was?

14. what’s your favourite flavour of popcorn? 

The classic, salty cinema popcorn. Honestly the best

15. who was the last person you sent a message to? 

Strangely, someone from my secondary school who I haven’t ever spoken to over message before. She posted our leavers video on her Instagram and thought I’d message since I’d been looking for that video for  y e a r s  and sparked a conversation! She never liked me much back in school I don’t think, she was popular and I really wasn’t so I never properly spoke to her. One of my friends had a bit of drama with her, absolutely hated her, but they eventually became best pals. Also her best pal during most of school really didn’t like me for some reason... anyway, had a nice chat, strange how friendly she seems these days

16. ever go camping?

Uhh well... I’ve been 4 times, 2 of which were for D of E and I can safely say I’ve never had a good experience. First time, the people in the tent next to us got arrested at 3AM for drugs or something, second time was my dad’s 40th birthday and my brother didn’t know he was allergic to nuts so eating a cake with mixed nuts on the top didn’t go down well for him... also went to a restaurant on the way there with my granny and got a caterpillar in my salad. Third and fourth times, let’s just say D of E was one of the worst experiences of my life, I’ll leave it at that... would really like to go camping again though to have a good experience, maybe change my mind on it? I don’t know, willing to give it a try

17. do you take vitamins? 

I go through phases, sometimes I take them every day, other times I don’t take them for like 3 months

18. do you go to church every sunday? 

I used to, but as I got older I slowly went less and less until I didn’t go at all. I lost faith I guess? Kind of didn’t feel I belonged there or believed anymore. I loved singing the hymns and our vicar was an absolute lad, we also got biscuits at the end of each service, but over time I decided it wasn’t right for me to keep going. Pretty much all the people that go to ours are your typical white, posh, probably homophobic and hate children type so that put me off. Also after everything that’s happened in mine and other’s lives, I slowly lost the belief in God. If all of it was true, why would these things happen? I guess also my scientific mind was constantly telling me there’s no proof. I think the only reason I went to begin with was because it was a family thing and as a child I believed pretty much everything that was said

19. do you have a tan? 

No, certainly not... used to when I lived in the Caribbean but now I’m pretty much white as a sheet

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? 

A very difficult one... probably chinese? As much as I love pizza, it’s the same issue as the ice cream

21. do you drink soda with a straw? 

Nah not a fan of straws, they taste weird

22. what colour socks do you wear? 

ALL THE COLOURS! I own a pair of socks for every outfit to colour co-ordinate, my sock draw is overflowing

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? 

Strangely, I drive under by quite a bit when no one else is around. It’s the other cars that stress me out and make me go too fast. Also I have a black box so not allowed

24. what terrifies you? 

Good question, lots of things... the sea, pools, tbh water in general, heights, rejection, the current impending doom, large open spaces with no walls I can be against, losing everyone I love, the fact that anyone might be secretly talking about me behind my back because they actually hate me, the list goes on but I won’t continue it

25. look to your left what do you see? 

An empty Pepsi Max can, a glass of water, some crocodile scissors, my Switch, a cranberry scented candle, and some tiny balls of wool

26. what chore do you hate? 

Got to be changing my bed, or washing up when the things have got cold food left on them

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? 

A throwback to year 8

28. what’s your favourite soda?

Pepsi Max

29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru? 

It depends who I’m with

30. who was the last person you talked to? 

My mum about a meteor shower and satellites

31. favourite cut of beef? 

A random question... I do like a good rump steak

32. last song you listened to? 

You Make My Dreams by Hall and Oates because I’m using it in my animation project

33. last book you read? 

I’m like part way through Good Omens and have been for quite some time... I have learning difficulties and find reading a lot of effort so don’t read very often

34. can you say the alphabet backwards? 

No, it’s the kind of thing I’d have expected myself to learn at some point but never did

35. how do you like your coffee? 

I don’t like coffee so in the bin

36. favourite pair of shoes? 

My multicoloured Vans, got them in the second week of uni and I’ve loved them ever since

37. the time you normally go to bed? 

Well, currently it’s around 1AM to go to bed, 3AM to sleep. Used to be around 12/1AM sleep but the lockdown has ruined that

38. the time you normally wake up? 

Again, currently it’s around 11:30AM to wake up then 12PM to do things but used to be around 9:30/10AM. To be honest I still sometimes wake up then but I go back to sleep again because I have no reason to exist more than I need

39. what do you prefer sunrise or sunsets? 

Sunrise is always nice to watch, but I don’t like getting up early so definitely sunset, especially when you’re at a restaurant or sitting outside somewhere in the countryside

40. how many blankets are on your bed? 

Just the one duvet, but I have a soft fish patterned blanket for when I want something to cuddle with

41. describe your kitchen plates? 

We have some plain white ones and some that are white with leaves around the edges. The edges have a ridged pattern and the rims are gold

42. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

I don’t drink so no

43. do you play cards? 

Yes, love a good card game! 

44. what colour is your car? 

It’s very nice Caribbean sea blue. Used to be my mum’s car, it’s her favourite colour

45. can you change a tire? 

I probably could if I had to but can’t say I’ve done it before

46. your favourite province? 

I guess that’s counties? Hometown of Gloucestershire is up there, also a fan of Devon. My favourites may have to be Caenarfonshire and Anglesey though after the road trip last year

47. favourite job you’ve had?

Not sure really, I guess it would have to be doing my art commissions

48. how did you get your biggest scar?

The biggest scar I have these days is on my right knuckle between my index and middle finger, it’s very small. I got it from when I was holding a horse still before untacking and he decided that hay was more exciting, caught my hand on a splintered wooden fence and that was that

49. what did you do today that made someone happy? 

Nothing, I’ve only seen my family and even then it was for a short time. Don’t think I make anyone happy these days ahah

It’s now 3:22AM, that took longer than I expected. ‘I’ll go to sleep early today’ I said but I say that every day. Don’t know why I keep lying to myself. 

Anyway, I guess I have to tag someone now, so I tag @duckingpunches !

[sarcastic-sunshines]

ABIONA AU - Before Abiona Interlude Part 5: Alixzilla

Pairing: T’ Challa x Black!Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count:  3764

Link to ABIONA by @writingmarvellousimagines

Link to Face claims (2)

Part: (1) (2) (3) (I1) (I2) (4) (I3) (I4) (5) (6)

Alixzilla

At 8 months pregnant, Alix was almost done and was finally getting closer to meeting her baby. She began to see the finish line to this gestation period. A little piece of her was going to miss knowing that her baby was safely nestled within her, but a larger part was ready to give this baby it’s eviction notice to get out. Alix’s attitude presently resembled an angry and inconsiderate landlord.  Unfortunately, T’Challa was forced to face the brunt of Alix’s ever changing mood swings and demands. It was beginning to feel like a lot for the young King who had made it his mission to keep his promise of being there during these trying times for Alix. It began with the bed.

As quickly as Alix had allowed T’Challa into her bed, she had kicked him out again. Her body had begun to heat up at an exponential rate added to the struggle of finding a suitable position to sleep in.  On a particular night, Alix had been stirring in and out of sleep for most of the night. She turned to look at the illuminated clock that showed 3AM.  She turned to look at T’Challa who was happily sleeping and though she knew he hated it she furiously tapped him awake.

 “T’Challa.” The king groaned and turned to face away from his lover.

 “Alix, please, no food tonight. Tell baby to wait until morning.” Alix rolled her eyes before tapping him again.

“No, T’Challa, this isn’t about food, I need you to go and sleep in the guest room.” The drowsy King sobered up and turned to face Alix with confusion and a little hurt in his face. He began to ask Bast how in the middle of the night their nightly routine had gone sour. He had taken every kick and every blanket hogging with little to no complaints. What else did this woman want?

“Oh my Bast! Alix,why?”

“Because you keep trying to cuddle and I am so hot. This baby has also decided to steal my ability to regulate my own body temperature. My back hurts and I can’t get comfortable. I need to sprawl out and I can’t do that with you here,” she finished as T’challa turned on his back to look up to Bast for patience and guidance. “I promise it has nothing to do with you or us. It is more of a comfort issue.” She waited 5 seconds to see if he would move. “T’Challa, go! Please!” He quickly got up grabbing his shirt and heading for the door. 

“Okay! I am going Alix. See you in the morning.” 

Though Alix returned to T’Challa  an hour later with an inconsolable craving for onion rings and crême brûlée. Which meant he had two stops at opposite ends of the city.  He just kept repeating his new mantra. 

‘It is for her AND the baby. Just one more month. 

It is for her AND the baby. Just one more month.’ 

He could get through this final month. And he couldn’t be annoyed with her for long. Even as the bother she was being, he still thought she was the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on. A few cravings and a cold bed would not move him. However, Alix’s behaviour did not stop there. 

After T’Challa and Jules had spent a whole day painting the nursery a violet colour that Alix had picked months ago, she changed her mind and decided she would prefer a more lilac purple and it had to be changed. She couldn’t stand to look at the violet for a second longer. Still, T’Challa did not complain, especially since Jules was doing enough complaining for the both of them.

“Sis, that isn’t even fair and you know it! T and I have been painting for the whole day. You didn’t even bring us a cup of water for our hard work. You didn’t even paint a thing!” Alix simply rolled her eyes and left the two to get ready to go back to the hardware store.

“Jules, she is pregnant. The paint fumes aren’t good for the baby.”

“That doesn’t explain her attitude though.” T’Challa closed his eyes, feeling the lack of sleep starting to wear on him. He simply grabbed the sample of the colour Alix had chosen and patted Jules’ shoulder in comfort as they headed to the door. 

“Don’t worry, Jules, I will make sure to buy you whatever type of water you would like. Let’s go. Tomorrow will also be a long day”.

Jules was right. Thank yous were becoming less common from Alix. She barely tolerated T’Challa touching her for too long, that included talking to the baby. Her complaints of heat kept him at arms length. It also kept the apartment cold despite it being January. But all of it kept Alix calm so T’Challa shivered quietly as he and Jules built the furniture for the nursery. 

“ T, it’s cold outside, why is the heat not on ?”

“Because your sister says she is overheating so the house has to be cool so her and the baby aren’t too hot.” Jules scoffed.

“I know you don’t really believe that ‘baby’ line. T, you need to get your woman, Alix is actually starting to get on my nerves. We repainted this room and she still didn’t even say thank you. She ordered all this furniture that had to have the instructions only in Swedish which is the only language neither of you know and has us building it in sub zero conditions.” T’Challa laughed at Jules’s dramatics, though, he sensed the truth in his words. He paused from his furniture building to sit.

“I know she has become more...demanding and it is harder on us. If any body knows, it is me. But we must remember, she is in a very vulnerable point in her pregnancy and so we must be kind to her and practise more patience. And I do understand Swedish, however I struggle to read it.” Jules stared at T’Challa, unmoved by his speech.

“She isn’t here, T’Challa, you don’t have to make up all those things you normally do to have her swooning. You aren’t even allowed in the same bed as her. Again. Aren’t you tired? Besides, I’m not the one who knocked her up. I’m just here because if she tells Maman I didn’t come I will be in bigger trouble. You, on the other hand, are the poor sucker who refused to focus on the project and left Uganda only to discover he gained a baby mama instead. “ T’Challa frowned

“Thank you, Jules, for the breakdown of my recent adventures. It was not as depressing as you made it to sound.”

“I don’t know, man, you handled this transition way too smoothly. How do I know you don’t do this every time you leave Wakanda? How many baby mama’s do you actually have? Don’t worry I won’t tell Alix.” T’Challa looked at Jules with annoyance and disbelief.

“Let us begin by clarifying that I would not trust you to clip my large toe. Secondly, Alixandre is the only woman in this world who I have a child with and plan to have children with.”

“That we know of.” T’Challa groaned.

“No, she is the only one. End of discussion!” Jules frowned at T’Challa’s seriousness.

“Well, that might be true, but what I know there is no way the crowned Prince of Wakanda did not use his travels as a way to sow his royal oats.” T’Challa smiled slyly.

“I do not think your sister would appreciate us having this discussion. Plus, I only have eyes for her now.” Jules shook his head.

“T’Challa, isn’t Alix taking another nap? It’s okay bro, we can speak freely.” T’Challa rolled his eyes before looking at the door, knowing Alix would not be coming in anytime soon. So he allowed himself to indulge in Jules’ curiosity.

“Alright, Julianus, what would you like to know?”

“Yes! What city has given you the wildest night?”

“Rio de Janeiro. I was 22 and was supposed to be helping my father prep for a meeting with the Brazilian President. I had one free day before we were supposed to go back to Wakanda. The things I saw and did cannot be shared but only experienced.” T’Challa shared a meaningful look with Jules.

“Alright, Rio added to the travel list. Which country has the most beautiful women?” 

“Call me biased but Wakanda. The beauty at home is in a lane of its own.”

“Really?! So why are you here instead of indulging?” Both men jumped at the sound of Alix’s voice.

“Entle I see you are up. How was your rest,” T’Challa asked nervously unaware of how much of the conversation she had heard.

“No, don’t bother asking me anything. Please, go back to your conversation about, how did he put it? Sowing your royal oats.” T’Challa sighed after realizing how much she had heard. 

“Alix, chill, we were just taking a break. We have been working all day and you haven’t even offered us a single drink for our hard work. This baby better hurry up and come.”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t talking so much, you would be done and you can use your two legs to go to the kitchen and get yourself a drink. I am heavily pregnant, Jules, I cannot be catering to you.” Jules rolled his eyes.

“Then, why are you in here bothering our bonding time,” Jules retorted .

“Because, T’Challa, my feet hurt.Can you please give them a massage before you and Jules go back to ‘bonding’?” 

“Of course, entle I will be right there.” Alix waddled away content to see two important men in her life getting along, despite the topic of their conversation. T’Challa put down his tools to tend to Alix’s aching feet. Jules began to mockingly sing the chorus of Usher’s ‘Caught Up’. T’Challa turned back to glare at Jules. Before he could rebuttal, Alix screamed his name. T’Challa turned to leave the newly painted room to join Alix on the couch as Jules barked with laughter.

After an  intense day, T’Challa was happy to be able to finally go to bed. This night he was actually dreaming of himself and what he could only assume to be his baby in Wakanda, looking over the grassy horizon with the Golden City in the background, only for a strong wind that sounded like Alix calling his name to disturb the time with his child.

T’Challa opened his eyes to find Alix standing over him shaking his shoulder furiously. He turned to look at the clock and was upset to see it read 3:30AM. He turned back to look at Alix who looked more upset than he who was woken up.

“I have been shaking you for about five minutes.” T’Challa rubbed his eyes

“Well, you should have stopped after the first minute. I was dreaming, you know?”

“About what? One of the Brazilian beauties you were reminiscing about with Jules.” 

T’Challa stretched. “Alix, you know we were just talking and that is the past. I truly only have eyes for you.” Alix ignored his comment completely.

“Anyways, I am really craving McDonald’s fries and a milkshake.”

“And what is the baby craving?” Alix squinted at him.

“Who knew your comedic streak started so early in the morning.”

“It wouldn’t if you let me sleep,” he ended before leaving her to go to the McDonald’s.

T’Challa came back to the apartment to find Alix sitting on the couch, enjoying an ice cream cone.

“You took some time. I was getting worried”

“Apparently, you are not the only one in the area with cravings. Here you go,” T’Challa said placing the bag and drink on the table in front of her as he took off his jacket. Alix made no move towards the bag. He stared at her curiously.

“What is it?”

“I don’t really want it anymore,” she said casually.

“Alix, I know you are kidding right,” T’Challa said growing frustrated.

“I am serious. I had a craving and now it is gone. Between you struggling to wake up and you taking forever at the McDonald’s, it make sense. The ice cream filled the void.”

“So you are trying to say that it is my fault?” T’Challa tried to calm down, but he was sure this was the final straw. “Alix, you have been nothing but a brat! Normally, I don’t mind appeasing you but you have gone too far! You kicked me out of the bed. I said nothing. You had Jules and I repaint the whole room without even a thank you or any form of appreciation, yet I still defended your actions and said nothing. You have been rude to me and won’t let me touch you. I barely get to talk to my child anymore! I still said nothing at all because I want you to be comfortable.  I want you to know how much I appreciate you and your sacrifice to bring this child into the world, but you have woken me up almost every night for two weeks for crazy cravings that I am not even sure are because of the baby anymore. Not only did you do it today, you, again, did not say thank you and won’t eat what you had to wake me up for. You know I hate being woken up and I have allowed you to do it. You are taking advantage of my kindness and it is not fair anymore!” With that he stormed off slamming the door behind him.

Alix jumped at the sound of the door. She really did think that T’Challa was overreacting but knew he would be fine by morning. 

Morning came, and T’Challa did not come out of his study. Or if he did come out it was when Alix was in her room. She was beginning to get worried. She waddled to the study and knocked. When she got no answer, she let herself in.

“T’Challa, I wasn’t sure if you were alive. I haven’t seen you all day.” 

He dryly replied looking directly at the holograms he had projecting from his kimoyo beads.  “I have been busy with work.”

Alix stood at the door awkwardly. Normally, he would have invited her into his lap to kiss her and the baby.

“Oh okay. Did you end up having a good night's sleep?” T’Challa scoffed still avoiding Alix’s eyes.

“I got as much sleep as I was allowed to with an early wake up call”.

Alix continued to stand not sure how to move the conversation. T’Challa finally turned to face Alix.

“Is there something you need from me?” Alix was shocked with how cold he was being with her.

“Um, no. I was just wondering how you were, babe. Do you want to maybe watch some tv? There is a Real Housewives of Orange County marathon today.” He turned back to his work.

“No, thank you. I have a lot of work to complete. I would rather be left alone, please.” Alix accepted defeat and closed the door. She went to the nursery and continued to put away things for the baby when she heard Jules enter the apartment and go to the refrigerator. She went to the kitchen to meet him drinking the milkshake and eating the fries she sent T’Challa to get last night. 

“What’s up? Where’s T?”

“He is in his study. Those were mine by the way.”

“Why do you care? It wasn’t like you were going to eat it.” Alix looked at Jules sure he knew something that she didn’t. “Oh yeah, I know about last night. T’Challa basically word vomited the whole story this morning when he called me. I told you that being the Wicked Witch of the West was not going to get you far. Now, you pushed the most patient man to the wall. Just sad. I am disappointed in your actions, Alixandre.” Alix rolled her eyes though she knew that Jules was right.

“I get it, I have been a bit of diva.”

Jules held his ear. “I am sorry? Did you say a bit? I think you meant a large one. I bet you didn’t even apologize in true Alix fashion,”he said as he took a sip of the milkshake. 

“Jules, what are you doing here anyway?” 

“Well, if you must know, your man decided you were cramping his style and he needed a break from you and your pregnancy hormones. So he got some last minute tickets the PSG vs Juventus match and invited David and yours truly.” Just as he finished explaining, T’Challa entered the kitchen.

“Hey T, you ready?”

“Yes, just let me grab my jacket.” Alix watched as they got ready to leave without her. T’Challa hated going anywhere. She had literally driven him from his comfort spot. 

“Babe, you didn’t tell me you were going anywhere... I thought you said you had a lot of work to do?”

“It must have slipped my mind,” he said while sending a message to David.

“When will you be back? Do you want dinner or-”

“I am probably going to eat out. Do not wait for me. I will see you later,” he said, kissing her cheek before leaving the apartment. Jules left after shaking his head at his sister and throwing up a peace sign leaving her standing the kitchen by herself.

Alix allowed the rest of the day to pass feeling bored and missing T’Challa. Even her dinnertime seem bland without him. He only came after 11PM when she was in her bed. He briefly opened the door to check if she was sleeping but left right after. 

Alix turned to look at the clock which let her know it was 4:15AM. She herself was getting tired of these cravings, but she knew there was no way her child would let her sleep without eating so she got up and decided it was time to make pancakes. She tried to be quiet, to not wake T’Challa, but the pots had plans of their own. 

T’Challa heard the banging of pots and the opening of the fridge. He stayed in bed,  still hoping it would end, but it continued. He sighed and got up and walked to the edge of the kitchen and watched Alix try to move quickly around the kitchen. He smiled to himself totally enamoured with how beautiful she was even in her pyjamas and bonnet. She reached for a mixing bowl a few inches above her, he came up behind her. He put his hand around her waist and grabbed the bowl for her. Alix leaned into T’Challa’s shirtless stomach as he passed her the bowl without saying anything. She always felt at home engulfed by his warmth. She turned to smile at him. T’Challa returned the gesture with a kiss to her cheek and her shoulder. Slowly, they began to mix the ingredients in a comfortable silence. T’Challa turned on the stove as Alix passed him the mixed batter.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Alix went to sit on the bar stool.

“Because you seemed annoyed with me the whole day and so I didn’t want to annoy you further with another wake up. They have been a bit outrageous, haven’t they? I am sorry about that. I have definitely been taking advantage of your kindness. Jules was right. I have definitely been a bit of a diva.”

“I am sorry? Did you say a bit,” he said mockingly with a smile.

“Well guess who isn’t allowed to hang around Jules anymore.” T’Challa flipped the pancake before coming over to Alix and kissed her hand.

“I am kidding, but you were definitely more than a bit of a diva.”

“And I said I was sorry, didn’t I,” she said snatching her hand back.

“Yes, you did. I know it is hard for you to apologize so I forgive you,” T’Challa said before turning back to the pancakes. They returned to a comfortable silence with Alix eventually getting up from her spot to wrap her hands around T’Challa’s middle as best as her bump would allow her to. T’Challa put his hands over hers, happy for the intimacy. 

Alix grabbed the syrup from the fridge with some strawberries. T’Challa moved their plates to the couch. They ate in silence, feeding each other despite eating the exact same thing. Alix finally broke the silence. 

“What was your dream about?”

“What dream? The one from last night?” Alix nodded before taking another bite.

“Well, I was in Wakanda-“

“With all the beauties that are in a lane of their own?” Alix giggled as T’Challa groaned.

“Do you want to hear about it or not?” She silenced her giggles so he could continue. 

“As I was saying. I was in Wakanda and I was holding a baby. We were looking at the Wakandan horizon. Alix, it was so beautiful. I cannot wait to show it to you one day. We were just enjoying each others company.” Alix smiled at T’Challa as he remembered his dream. “Anyways, the baby was a little girl. She looked just like you ,entle.” 

“So are you telling me the baby is going to be a girl?”

“Maybe so. It doesn’t matter, either way, I will love them” He put his plate down and lifted Alix’s shirt and began to kiss her bump. Alix began to giggle.

“I want them to have your calm personality and your kindness.” 

“I am shocked you do not want a stubborn baby,” he said as he held her bump while she caressed his hair

“Ha ha. Very funny. No, I want them to be patient and caring like their Baba.”

“I want them to be as independent and confident as their Mama.” He leaned up to kiss her.       “T’Challa, I probably should have said this a while ago, but I am so glad you are doing this with me. I wouldn’t imagine doing any of this with anyone else. I know you feel the same but you deserved to know as well.” 

T’Challa’s heart had past its capacity of love, yet Alix continue to increase its limits. As he led her back to bed to sleep through what was left of the night, he thanked Bast for his patience. It allowed for him to experience this phenomenal woman, who continued to steal his heart no matter the circumstances. 

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[borhapparker]

sheer heart attack  |  chapter two

summary: you are the instructor for ‘bohemian rhapsody’, getting paid to teach the cast how to play their respective instruments. from an early age, youve known how to play the piano, the drums, the bass and the electric/acoustic guitar. forming a tight bond with rami, gwilym, ben and joe, all of you would hang out im each other’s trailers, creating a lasting friendship between all of you. this causes the ripple of them wanting you to be in all the interviews possible during the press tours, even if you werent on the list for interviews, which caused for some buried secrets to come to life and some crushes to be revealed.

word count: 3.1k

pairing: none just yet!

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The next morning was eventful, as you woke up to your phone buzzing at the sound of a call. Feeling the nightstand blindly for your phone, you quickly disconnected it, and answered, bringing the phone to your ear.

"Hello?" your voice cracked, since you've just woken up.

"Y/n? Where are you?" Ryan, your producer said, as you slowly sat up, the phone still pressed to your ear, as you looked at the clock: 6:30am.

"I was asleep? Why? I'm supposed to come in to the studio in an hour." you said, a yawn escaping your lips as you finished your sentence.

"Well, we need you in a half hour. We have an artist willing to collaborate. Remember when we talked about this a couple months ago?"

"Mhm. So he's willing to come in as well? So we can record today before I have rehearsals for my upcoming project?" you asked, slowly getting out of bed, and heading to the kitchen.

"Yeah, he'll be here at the recording studio in a half hour. Can you be here?" you listened, as you made your coffee, and headed back to your room, mug in hand.

"I can be there. How long will this take?"

"Well, we're hoping we can record at least two to three songs today before your rehearsals, so from seven to nine thirty would be ideal, but we'll see. Depends on what we might have come up, if we can get the band in, and if our collaborator comes in on time as well. I'll see you here in a half hour. Drive safely, I know you when you're half asleep." he laughed, as you chuckled, before smiling, setting your mug down on the nightstand.

"I will. I'll see you." hanging up, you headed to the closet, grabbing a change of clothes before heading to the shower and warming up the water while you stripped.

Taking a quick 8 minute shower, you turned off the water, before grabbing your towel, drying yourself off and slipping on your clothes. You opened the cabinet, grabbing your hair products and applying them before turning off the light in the bathroom and heading out. Slipping on your black vans, you grabbed your mug, backpack, and your phone from the nightstand before walking out of your room and finishing your coffee. Passing the kitchen, you placed the empty mug in the sink, grabbing your car keys from the kitchen island and heading out the door. Locking it behind you, the sun kissed your skin as you walked to your car, the warmth of the LA weather bringing you a sense of comfort and peace that had been absent during the rainy days. Unlocking the car, you stepped in, placing your backpack on the seat and closing the door, before turning on the ignition and driving out of your driveway and towards the recording studio.

The parking lot was half full, spot closest to the entrance was free, and you parked your car there, before stepping out, and heading inside. Ryan met you at the door, giving you a hug before leading you straight into the recording booth. Walking inside, the artist who was collaborating with you had their back to the door, as you recognized their hair and smiled. Upon hearing footsteps coming inside the booth, everyone turned, small cheers coming from your friends and people you'd talked to during your time as an artist.

"Hey, look who's here!" your manager called out as she came up to hug you, a smile on your face as the artist turned.

"Y/n, so nice to finally meet you. Niall Horan, at your service." he held out his hand, shaking yours as you smiled.

"Nice to finally meet you. I've been a fan for a long time. Thanks for agreeing to collaborate!"

He shrugged, a smile on his face. "Couldn't pass up the opportunity to work with a great singer and guitar player." he turned to your manager, before turning back to you. "Ready to start?"

You nodded, smile on your face as you put your backpack down in the booth, taking out the lyrics you had printed out the night before, wanting to have them ready as you gave Niall his copy.

"Here's yours. It's the newest updated version." you said as he nodded, scanning the lyrics, and mumbling the beat to himself. Turning back to you, he followed you inside the booth, slipping on his own headphones and standing behind his own mic as you did the same, behind another glass door, headphones over your own ears and standing behind the other microphone.

With a final nod from you manager behind the glass, the music started, as both you and Niall began to sing the first lyrics to the song.

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The cast had arrived at the studio a half hour before you were due to meet with them, as they walked inside and met with the receptionist.

"We're here for rehearsals with Y/n. 10am." she nodded, before picking up her phone and dialing. She hung up and turned to them.

"She's still recording. Would you like to go see her?" they nodded, as she motioned for them to follow her. She led them to a room, much like a recording booth, as she knocked before opening the door and letting them in.

Your manager smiled at them, motioning for them to look over at the far right, as they turned, noticing you, headphones on and eyes closed. The music stopped, as the manager went over to the microphone in the booth. "Y/n?"

You opened your eyes, looking up, and noticing the cast. Smiling, you waved at them. "Yeah?"

"Try it again. Cut off that last verse, and bring it in a 180 when you do your falsettos." you nodded once more before putting a thumbs up and the music started once more.

Your voice rung through the booth, as the music followed your beat, before you cut it short and made the casts' eyes widen, your falsettos bouncing through the speakers. Your manager did a thumbs up, as they heard another voice come in through the speakers and looked to your left, noticing another famous singer following your lead on the bridge of the song.

The cast watched with smiles on their faces and impressed looks, as your voices combined together, mixing with the music and creating a beautiful harmony. The song was stopped, as you both removed your headphones and headed out of the recording booth. Both of you took a listen to the song, before you shook your head, wanting to record the guitar solo once more.

"Hey, Gwilym, you know how to play guitar, right?" you turned to him, as he nodded, a smile on his own face. "Would you mind playing it for the song?"

He nodded, before being directed inside the recording booth, handing him your guitar as he sat down, looking at the sheet of paper with the chords and speed. "At what beat should I play at?" you tapped her foot to the beat as he memorized it, and with a final nod, you walked out of the booth, closing the door and starting the music. He positioned his fingers over the fret board, before strumming the chords, his face twisting in concentration as his lips pulled into a smile. You pushed on a button, as the guitar solo was amplified, the chords ringing through the speakers and into everyones ears. As soon as it began, he finished the solo, as you stopped the track, nodding at him with a smile.

He placed the guitar down before walking out with a smile on his face. "That was incredible." he said, as you smiled, wrapping him in a hug and thanking him.

"You did perfectly! Definitely made the song a lot better than I could've made it. Thank you!" you said, as he only nodded, joining the rest of the cast as your manager finished jotting down some notes for herself later, before nodding at you. "Alright, we're done here now. We can head over for rehearsal."

They all nodded and walked with you, heading into another room with various instruments. "Alright boys, choose your pick."

Gwilym and Joe headed immediately to the bass and electric guitars, choosing their favorites as Rami walked to the piano and Ben to the drums. They each grabbed a different instrument, as you headed to the corner of the room, grabbing your own guitar and tuning it.

"Alright, everyone sit at your instrument and I'll be there in a bit. I'll start with Joe, then Rami, Ben and finally Gwilym. Just, give me 10 minutes, and I'll be there for you guys." they all nodded, as Joe smiled, his bass guitar in his arms. Sitting in front of him, you grabbed a nearby bass guitar, tuning the strings, before looking up. "You ready?"

He nodded, as you positioned your hands on the D string and 12th fret, before strumming 6 times, and then moving to the A string and strumming once. Joe's face lit up, as he recognized the song. You shrugged, "Well, you gotta start somewhere."

He mimicked your fingers on the fret board of his guitar, as he played. His tempo was a little slow, as you started tapping your foot to the beat, as he matched it, slowly getting the hang of it. You moved your fingers back to the D string, then to the A string. Strumming, you matched his tempo, as he strummed alongside you, a smile on his face at seeing his natural ability to play the bass guitar.

You kept this up, showing him the basics, how to read tabs and chords, as he followed along. "If you need my help, let me know. I'm starting you with something fairly easy, but we'll switch in a while." He nodded, as you propped your guitar, before walking over to the grand piano in the corner of the room. Rami was sitting on the bench, scrolling through his phone as he smiled upon noticing you, slipping his phone into his pocket and making room for you on the bench.

"Alright," you rubbed your hands, turning to look at Rami, "There are 88 keys in total, 52 white keys and 33 black keys. The white keys on the piano are named after seven letters of the alphabet and they're pretty simple to memorize: A, B, C, D, E, F, and G. The only thing to remember is that in the musical alphabet, it always starts with the letter C because it's the most basic note. All the black keys are major or sharp notes. If you look on the sheet," you grabbed the music sheet and showed it to him, pointing out certain notes, "You will see that some notes have a number sign over it, kind of like an exponent. That means that note is a sharp, which means you'll play the black key instead of the white."

Rami nodded along, taking pointers in his head as you kept explaining, before showing him how to play.

"We're going to do a pretty simple song to start with. It's called 'Chopsticks'." you placed your hands on the keys, playing slowly as he followed along. Stopping, you placed your hands on the same keys as you started. "Now, place your hands exactly where mine are."

He did as you said, as you pressed your fingers over his, showing him the rhythm. "As you keep playing and get the hang of it, you start using the pedals on the bottom to either soften your sound or mute it. As you go, you get the hang of it and it comes naturally. So don't stress too much about it." He slowly got the hang of the song, as you removed your hands. "Try it by yourself."

You did a couple different songs with him, as he reassured you that he would keep practicing. Nodding, you got up from the bench, before heading to Ben, who waited patiently by the drums. He spun in a chair, a smile on his face, as he stopped, facing you. "Ready?"

He nodded, and you sat at the drums. Grabbing the sticks, you twirled them between your fingers. Turning, you turned on the metronome behind you, pointing to it and looking at Ben. "This, is a metronome. You probably already heard of this, but since you're starting, we're going to use this to match a beat. I'm gonna drum a pretty simple beat, and I want you to replicate it. It's gonna take a couple times to get it, so don't get frustrated, okay?" he only smiled, as you twirled the drumsticks between your fingers once more before starting the simple beat. You hit the hi-hat on beats 1 through 4, counting out loud. Then, you used the kick drum on beats 1 and 3, as well as the hi-hats at the same time. After a couple beats, you added the snare drum in, hitting them at beats 2 and 4 in addition to both the kick drum and the hi-hats. Ben watched, eyes wide, as he noticed your multitasking ability before you stopped.

"That's a lot." Ben said, as you only laughed.

"It's okay, you'll get used to it. Here, let's switch. Just hit the hi-hats for four beats. Then, we'll keep going." you got up as he sat in the seat you were in. Pointing to the metronome, you turned to him, "Use this as your beat. Listen and follow." He nodded, before mimicking the beat from the metronome you on the hi-hats. Keeping the beat, you asked him to start the kick drum on the first and third beat, letting him get the hang of it. He kept going after a while, before adding in the snare drum. He messed up a couple times, and kept trying, before getting the hang of the simple beat. "Alright, that's good." he stopped, a smile on his face, as you showed him another beat, using the same three drums. "Keep practicing, I'll be back."

Walking over to Gwilym, he looked up, smiling, holding the electric guitar in one hand. "A Gibson Les Paul. Great choice." he shrugged, as you sat in front of him, your own guitar in your arms. "So, you know your basics."

"Been playing for a while. Just need more practice." he said, as you smiled, nodding along.

"Well, Brian's solos in most songs are pretty simple once you get the hang of it and since he doesn't read or write music sheets, we need to play by ear. Any particular song you want to start with?" he shook his head, as you chose a random song off the top of your head. "How about we start with Bohemian Rhapsody? Since it's the main song in the movie." he nodded, "Alright. Follow my lead."

You placed your fingers on the 8th fret on the D string, as Gwilym matched your movements and you strummed, before switching to the G string on the 10th fret and you strummed, bending the string, before switching to the 12th fret and doing the same, then the 10th, 8th, and back to the B string on the 11th fret, 8, 11 with a bend, and 13. You moved quickly, as Gwilym caught up at his pace. Only doing the first couple tabs, you let Gwilym catch up as you strummed at the same time, before you kept playing. The guitar rhythm rung through the entire room as you stopped, and had Gwilym start again from the beginning.

"Nice, nice. That's really good. Here, let's try another song."

The rest of rehearsal was spent equal time with each of the actors, as they practiced their own instruments as well as receiving pointers from you. Three hours later, you asked your manager to order food for all of you. You wanted to make sure the boys were in the correct state for when you had to start filming.

"So, how do you guys feel?" you asked, as you all sat around a table, food on the top and a plate in each of your hands.

"A little sore, but I'm feeling good about where I'm at." Joe said, as you nodded.

"Me too. It's been tough with the drumming, but I'm getting the hang of it." Ben said, the rest only nodding.

"Good, so each of you need to start practicing at home. Listen to the songs, play by ear, look for the music charts and sheets online. If you can't find any, then text me and I'll get them for you. It just takes time and practice." you said, as all of them nodded with a smile. "Alright, who wants to keep going?"

They all nodded, as they finished up eating. Smiling, you headed to the electric guitar, picking yours up and turning on the amp, adjusting the volume from your guitar. "I'll play something for you guys while you finish up." Their eyes were fixed on you as you adjusted the guitar on your lap, before placing your fingers on the B string on the 15th fret, before strumming and releasing, sliding down to the 17th fret and strumming twice then releasing, and moving to 15th, 12th, 15 again with a vibrato. 12th again, moving to the G string on the 15th fret, up to the "e" string on the 12th, G again, 15, 14, 12, 14, 12, D on 14. You placed two fingers on both the G and B string on the 12th fret, strumming with a vibrato on both, then removing one finger and going back to G with 14, 12, up to the A string on the 14th fret, and again with both fingers on G and B on the 12th fret with a vibrato. This kept going on, as they watched, Gwilym and Rami with smiles on their faces as they recognized the song then the others joined in. As you finished the solo of Brighton Rock, you looked up at them, as they clapped for you.

"That was incredible." Joe said, as you shrugged, a smile on your face.

"It was okay, I'm still improving. You guys will be able to play better over the next couple weeks. It just takes practice." you said, as they all headed to their instruments, waiting for you.

"Alright, let's finish up rehearsals. Who's next?" you said with a smile, as they smiled back.

Your eyes scanned the room, choosing Rami to help out first as they rest waited, practicing by themselves.

Yet, a couple minutes ago, while you were playing the guitar, you hadn't noticed their stares. Their lingering eyes, the beating of their hearts, the acceleration of their pulse. The way they watched you with a little something other than a friend's stare, something other than what you had experienced in a while. Something was different about them, change was definitely in the air. But maybe change was a good thing, if it meant that change would include you.

[sassycassie-s-series]

All My Fault 26

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Damian Wayne/Batman

Rating: PG/K+

Notes: (Masterlist) This is a kinda long one at 2,212 words, but WOOHOO more stuff is happening! We’re getting over closer to their confession y’all! If you’re wondering, no I don’t really know how to do short series XD Just LOOOOONG slow burns XD

Tag List (Open): @batboys-and-other-messes @haylo4ever @lostredrobin @probsjosh​ @spooder-moon @welovegroot

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25

^^^^^

Damian glared at Dick over the top of his sketchbook. Per Alfred’s orders, he was on bedrest until the next morning, and it was the day after he arrived. So, another twenty-four hours in bed. McCloud had gone to bed herself after Damian’s hand twitched in the cave and woke her up at 2:30AM, so Alfred sent her to bed.

Which meant that when Damian got transferred up to his own bed, Dick decided to keep him company.

At first it wasn’t so bad. Dick just sat at Damian’s desk on his laptop and started going over crime rates and actually helped Damian type up his mission report to submit to the Watchtower’s records. And then… Dick got bored.

“C’mon, Little D,” Dick teased. “Don’t you think Nora Wayne has a nice ring to it?”

“Grayson, so help me, if you make one more joke regarding the feelings I have for her I will strip you to your mask and briefs and string you up on the GCPD tower with the Bat-signal shining right on you for everyone to see,” Damian growled, going back to a sketch of Titus he’d been working on that morning. Dick spun around in the desk chair, giving Damian a skeptically raised right eyebrow.

“I'm so glad you’re willing to just admit to my face that you are such a goner for her,” he said brightly.

“Grayson, I'm warning you,” Damian snapped, jaw clenched.

“Just admit to me you think Nora Wayne has a nice ring to it and I’ll let it go,” Dick said playfully. Damian closed his eyes with a resigned sigh.

“Tt. Alright. Whatever. It has a nice ring to it. Sure.” And I most definitely have not already thought of that many times over, he added silently.

“Glad you agree. Because if she became Nora Wayne, you���d no longer have to call her McCloud all the time. Heaven forbid you call anyone by their first name. I imagine Alfred and Bruce would be delighted to have a Mrs. Wayne again.”

“And if she chose not to give up McCloud?” Damian challenged.

Dick shrugged. “Then that’s her choice. You still wouldn’t have to call her McCloud anymore. You could call her something cute instead.” He paused. “Like honey or baby or something.” Damian scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Through the slightly open door, they could hear familiar music drifting from down the hall.

A smile pulled on Dick’s face. Damian slowly lifted up his sketchbook and hid behind it to avoid further teasing.

McCloud was singing Phantom of the Opera from her bedroom. Her door was probably open and she might have just gotten out of the shower or something. She had a nice voice. It was Broadway-levels of loud without being Broadway trained. She tended to belt dramatically and not care how it sounded. Like the time before the charity ball when she thought she was alone and sang Total Eclipse of the Heart in the Batcave.

Dick peeked up over the top of Damian’s sketchbook. “You hear that?” he asked with an ecstatic smile.

“Yes,” Damian said flatly, not giving his eldest brother the satisfaction of a reaction.

“She’s singing both parts of a duet,” Dick pointed out.

“Indeed,” Damian agreed, tone completely monotone.

“Sooo… why don’t you sing the other part?”

“I don’t sing,” Damian snapped.

Dick sighed. “Cloudy is the only fun person in this family,” he muttered. Damian rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue.

^^^^^

“Gooood morning, Cloudy!” Jason greeted brightly as I went down into the kitchen to get some breakfast before checking up on Damian again.

“Morning Jay,” I replied tiredly, through a wide yawn.

“Sleep well?”

I tilted my head to either side to loosen up the muscles. “Kinda,” I replied.

“You ditched patrol to snooze on Damian’s bedside. Must be a little stiff.”

“Technically, I fell asleep before you left and no one bothered to wake me up.” The sarcasm in my voice wasn’t lost on Jason. He snickered.

“That’s fair,” he relented.

I munched half-heartedly on a bowl of dry cereal that I wasn’t in the mood for and sighed. “I'm gonna go see if he’s okay.”

“Loved your shower performance, by the way,” Jason offered.

I pushed some of my damp hair out of my face. “Thanks,” I said, leaving the kitchen with my bowl of dry Cookie Crisps. Alfred would be cross if I got cereal dust on anything, so I carefully managed not to. Besides, the boys left half-eaten candy bars on the floors of their rooms and had gotten chocolate on the carpet more times than I bothered to count. My room was spotless by comparison.

When I reached Damian’s door, it was half-open. I could hear Dick humming inside, and if I listened hard enough I could hear the scratching of Damian’s pencil too. I lifted one hand and knocked. “Morning,” I called.

“Mornin’ Cloudy!” Dick replied loudly.

“Good morning, McCloud,” Damian added.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

There was a pause. “If you’d like,” Damian said.

I ducked through the door.

Damian was sitting up in bed on a pile of plush pillows with the sheet over his lower body. His upper body was bare, save for the bandages wrapped around his injuries. His bruises were smaller—healing. His sketchbook was on his lap. I could see a drawing of Titus on the page. I examined his injuries briefly—and absolutely did not pay attention to his physique—and perched at the foot of his bed.

“How you feelin’, Damian?” I asked casually, popping some cereal into my mouth.

He shrugged. “Absolutely fine. But Alfred won’t let me do anything till tomorrow morning.”

“That’s a good thing,” I said. “Gives you more time to heal.”

Damian regarded me, searching my face like he was searching for any sign of mocking. But I wasn’t mocking him. Just genuinely believing that Alfred’s orders were sound. I chewed on another small handful of cereal and threw a piece at Dick when he opened his mouth. He caught it expertly and laughed in victory.

“Tt,” Damian muttered.

Dick shut his laptop. “You gonna keep him company for a while, Clouds?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said.

“Okay. I'm gonna go get some stuff done. I gotta go make some calls,” Dick said, leaving the room. He didn’t shut the door behind him, which I was grateful for. A shut door would make me uncomfortable.

“Bye!” I called after him.

“Bye!” Dick singsonged. He whistled down the hallway.

I turned my attention back to Damian. “Cookie Crisp?” I asked, offering him the bowl.

He shook his head. “That much sugar would make me ill,” he said. “Thank you for offering though.”

I shrugged and ate another handful. “No problem,” I said. “How are you feeling, really?” I asked.

Damian glanced over my shoulder at the door. “I'm alright,” he said. “My injuries ache and throb but nothing else is new. I just… the mission failed. It’s no one’s fault. But it was my idea so it seems like my fault. It’s my fault I was injured this badly. It’s my fault we didn’t get the speedsters back. It’s my fault that I worried you when I turned up barely conscious. It’s my fault—”

“Stop,” I said. “It’s not your fault. You’re too hard on yourself. You blame yourself for things you have no control over. So you couldn’t get the speedsters out of the Speed-Force. So what? You tried. And that’s what matters. It’s not your fault that I'm here, out of time, either. It’s the Time Bombs’ fault. So do yourself a favor and relax.”

Damian opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it when I cocked an eyebrow. Then he sighed. “Fine,” he muttered.

I crossed my legs under me at the foot of his bed and leaned forward. “So how’s your Titus picture?” I asked.

“Fine,” he answered, turning the sketchbook to show it to me.

“Looks great,” I said.

“Thank you,” he said automatically. He bit his lip and looked up at me. “Really. Thank you.”

I smiled. “Of course. How did you sleep?”

“Fine. I should be asking that question to you though.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I woke up at about one-thirty in the morning to you sleeping with your head on the edge of the gurney.”

“Oh. Yeah I slept okay till Alfred ordered me to bed about an hour later when I woke up because you twitched.”

“Apologies.”

“Nah it’s okay. It was better for my neck to go to bed like a normal person,” I joked. Damian smirked. It wasn’t so tired and weak anymore. I liked his more alert smirk. It had a mischievous quality to it that made me feel like a kid meeting a new friend who was ultimately going to get me in so much trouble for doing something my parents told me not to do like swim in a creek or something.

“Then perhaps I’ll rescind my apology,” he said.

“Nah. I’ll still accept it because it used to be rare for you to apologize.”

“Tt. I was a bit of a brat when I was younger, wasn’t I?” he mused, grinning slightly.

“Mmhmm!” I agreed, eating more cereal. Damian snorted. “But,” I added, “you were also a good kid at heart who was doing his best with what he had to work with. You weren’t raised like a normal kid and frankly arrogance can be confidence if you can back up your claims. Which you often did.”

Damian regarded me. “Thank you,” he said. “That is… very kind of you.”

I smiled. “‘Course,” I said.

Damian looked between me and his sketchbook for a moment. “There’s… there’s something I want to show you,” he said thoughtfully.

“Uh… okay,” I replied.

He threw his covers off.

“Hey, wait, Damian,” I protested, “Alfred said you’re supposed to stay in bed till tomorrow.”

Damian gave me a cocked eyebrow, waiting for me to back down. I gave him the same look, refusing to back down. Waynes were ridiculously stubborn, but I wasn’t a doormat either. “You wouldn’t be able to reach what I’d like to show you, McCloud,” Damian said, getting out of bed. “And getting something from my closet won’t hurt me.”

I glared at him from the foot of the bed as he crossed to his closet and pulled down a box that was up on the high top shelf. He brought it over and dropped it by my knees. He sat on the other side of the dusty box and let the lid flop carelessly on the floor.

Inside was a pile of old sketchbooks, several of the bottom ones with yellowing pages.

I tensed up. Damian didn’t really show off his art to too many people. Sure he showed me his painting of the picture I’d posted on Twitter and his designs for my charity ball dress, but his sketchbooks were far more private. I only saw the drawing he did of me when I first got to the future because Jason dropped the sketchbook on my lap. I looked up at him, with surprise on my face.

“You alright?” he asked with a small grin.

“You’re… trusting me with this?” I replied.

“Of course. I'm showing you the practice sketches of the drawings I used to give the family every year for the day you went missing. Grayson would keep his for a while and then insisted I keep the drawings I gave to him.” He dug into the box and pulled out a folder that had several pages of sheet protectors in them and passed it to me. I pulled it open. “Those are the finished products. They look the best,” he added.

I flipped through the drawings. Each one was beautiful, and I could see how his art style improved over the eight years I’d been missing due to the time jump. There were eight of them. “Did you use references for these?” I asked. “Because I'm pretty sure I never looked like that.” I pointed to the one of me—dated 2025—in a flowing gown dancing with a partner whose face couldn’t be seen. The gown looked like it was being blown by a fantasy wind that also caught my hair.

Damian grinned. “No. I made that one up. Grayson asked if I would draw you dancing because he said he would forever remember you as a dancer. I decided I could take some liberties with it,” he said. I chuckled.

“And the one with the wings?”

“I was fourteen and Grayson said you were an angel. What would you expect?”

While I looked through the finished sketches Damian had drawn for Dick in greater detail, Damian pulled out the others he’d done for everyone else, explaining them and reminding me that the family loved me. I looked between the drawings and their artist, feeling flattered and amazed that he always depicted me in such beautiful ways. Most of them had me laughing and smiling in some way.

“I really don’t know what to say,” I said. “They’re all incredible.”

Damian ducked his head and avoided my eyes. “Thank you.”

Next

[sunfish999]

Types of People, Kpop ver.

tag yourself haha enjoy

BTS

enjoy Starbucks, typically get an Americano. actually like snakes and most animals. read fantasy romance novels, and that goes for movies as well. when gardening, they prefer flowers, and like the aesthetic of a color scheme. “I’m in love with Khalid”. yellow walls, acrylic paints on wood. starry nights and writing fanfiction at 4:30am. can be bossy but is logical and fair when making decisions. screams at the tv during sports games.

BAP

stealing roses from a neighbors garden. passionate about anything they set their minds to. is sort of basic but in a cute way. lying in bed all day, quilts made by a grandmother. orange lotus soap with a basil scent. writing song lyrics or sheet music, playing the ukelele painted with flowers by your best friend. listens to depressing emo music but somehow it motivates them. cliche daydreams about crushes, can’t get over them even after being rejected. frilly socks and black tights. chipped purple nail polish. 

VIXX 

very sweet, into astrology. carries a picture of their little nephew in a leather wallet. clear phone case with the space gray iphone 8. likes holding hands with family members, friends, and lovers. lives near the ocean and always has sand between their toes. salty hair. a fresh, lemon scent with a hint of lavender. prefers pinterest over tumblr. “Jon Bellion is SO underrated”. very organized but has lots of things. black doc martens with doodles in gel pen. carries unscented chapstick everywhere.  

MONSTA X

tries to be an emo kid but really isn’t. has a lot of money but saves it all for ‘charity’ or ‘college’. aces school but always sleeps in class. mcdonalds all the way. laying in the grass on a sunny day. has some acne but is beautiful anyway. your average alternative music taste. down to earth, grows vegetables for their families. upside down herbs hanging from the kitchen window. is super athletic and most likely plays basketball. really good hearing but can’t see for shit. round glasses that are mismatched. 

EXO

singing in the shower, loudly, along with the music on your ipod. brushing your teeth with kids crest toothpaste. lives in jumpsuits and denim jackets. no one knows but they hate the dark. horror movies ftw. an entire shelf in their bedroom is dedicated to plushies. “yes i have to stand on this chair to take a picture of my food”. family camping trips every summer. plays the clarinet and looks forward to band camp. blasts lofi chill hop music whenever they’re in need of inspiration. pretty hands, no piercings. lives for doing anything with other people, will never hesitate to help out someone in need. 

SHINEE 

super nostalgic, keeps a memory box and still talks to childhood friends. That One Mom Friend. wants to major in psychology. keeps a dream journal and has a tumblr dedicated to psychic research. talks to their dog more than people. huge fluffy white comforter. listens to country music. likes the moments when it’s raining but the sun is out, and most wait for a rainbow but it never appears. doodles on your arms in crayola markers. cheetah print parkas are the way to go in winter. could be in a roller derby or bowling league. 

GOT7 

opening a window during a thunderstorm and just listening. forgetting to write in their diary. pressed wildflowers that are ugly to some but pretty to them. black fountain pens and nothing else. brings a smoothie to class every morning but never forgets fries at lunch. indie music is their jam. covers up the dark circles under their eyes with concealer, since they stay up until 3am. sleeping in super late on weekends and finally feeling refreshed. star of the soccer team and the lead role in the school musical. clumsy but charming. love at first sight. 

NCT 

making pinterest foodie recipes. prints out wikihow pages and keeps them in a notebook with them at all times. could read steven king at night without getting scared. screeches at jump scares but cradles spiders. is the world flat? probably does ballet or works out 24/7. keeps potted plants on their windowsill but can’t figure out why they keep dying. never turns the fan on while showering and then draws figures on the glass. drake is my spirit animal. phone is always at 80% but they never bring a charger anywhere. makes you go on the biggest ride at amusement parks or the biggest slide at waterparks. risk-takers and daredevils. 

BIGBANG 

ironically, watches the big bang theory. and the office. and parks and rec. along with friends. they really enjoy buttery popcorn but skip the salt. listens to 80s music. just above passing grades, hate attention. likes drawing with charcoal on big sketchpads. backhugs for their lover, kisses that send shivers up your spine. silver ring on their middle finger, wears a plaid fannypack everywhere. loves making jokes and is a living meme. lives on a large campus at the uni, works out with friends and is enemies with their roommate. eyebrow piercings and no-makeup makeup. carries a water bottle everywhere. 

DAY6 

works hard in school and their grades reflect that. has social anxiety but no one knows. pretty posters tacked on the walls. graffiti on the bathroom stalls and on train cars. champion chalk artist. always gets ice cream in a dish. two spoons, they love to share. sitting on the roof of a skyscraper and looking at how awake the city is. thrift store shopping. loves reading biographies and watching documentaries. listens to classic rock. 

TWICE

a cat fanatic. watches sherlock, doctor who, and supernatural. is a total geek. makes theories on every tv show ever. can’t fall asleep at night thinking about government conspiracies. gasps when people say they haven’t watched every star wars or read harry potter. “you mean to tell me you don’t know who BILBO BAGGINS is??” stargazing on the roof of your house. spilling tea on your sweater but just shrugging it off. will probably be a best selling author one day. smiles and says ‘have a great day!’ to everyone they see. the guardians of the galaxy soundtrack is everything anyone ever needed.

LOONA 

has a favorite poet. cringes at their freshman year GPA of 3.7. listens to podcasts. carries around an almost ripped rucksack so stuffed with books it’s a miracle it hasn’t burst yet. wants to major in philosophy but minor in math. works in a cafe that sells pastries. studies while perched on cushions that cover the floor of their room. falls asleep in random places. owns a pet bird. sings while baking cookies and played the flute in seventh grade. is fluent in french. 

BLACKPINK 

is into photography. annoys a lot of people but doesn’t let it bother them. smells like sweet perfume. idolizes Audrey Hepburn and owns a book about elegance. it’s on their coffee table. likes vintage hats and wears lace bralettes under everything. owns a record player that continuously plays classic piano records from goodwill. feels like they were born in the wrong generation. tries to capture their emotions with a camera. picks daisies and is an expert at making flower crowns.

RED VELVET 

has a sweet tooth. likes cookies and cakes and candies. desperately wants to travel to london. has an art instagram where they post calligraphy. plays card games every saturday. mornings in the saddle and stroking their horse. collects the eggs from their chickens each morning to make omelets. has quote decals on their walls. dazzling white smile and red lipstick. works as a nanny for the kids down the street. is always tired. listens to slow love songs and teaches ballroom dancing and waltzes. 

F(X)

is cool and they know it. pulls all nighters with ease, handles alcohol well. takes risks only because they have nothing to lose. is dissatisfied with life. predicted their own death and has written their will already. sells old notes and tests to younger students, as well as being an irish literature tutor. likes reading shakespeare. is the heartthrob of the school. stares out the window during class but can answer whatever question the teacher asks. ripped jeans and fishnets is a winning combination. is a black belt in taekwondo. only ever drinks hot chocolate. 

i don’t even know what half of these mean but tag yourself lmao this took years its 3:01am 

[poisonedwriter]

I Need Someone Because I’m All Alone

NCT Dream x Female OC (I’m not good at Y/N I type out actual names, but just replace the name with your name.)

Prologue 

Lee Mark

Among all the people surrounding me,

Why am I alone?

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Mark was popular when he lived in Canada and even here when he was in Korea. He had his friends, they were older but they were there. Yet Mark had all these feelings that something was missing. 

He went to school, went to parties, had movie nights with his friends but nothing seemed to make sense. It felt like he was going through the motions and he didn’t know why. He was happy with his friends, it's not like he was looking for anything else.

“Among all the people surrounding me…why am I alone?” He cried out into his pillow as he was laying in bed after a fun night with his friends. 

He took his pillow and threw it across the room, knocking over the lamp crashing it to the floor making a loud sound. Sadly it has happened before, maybe he should just move his lamp, or maybe he should stop throwing his pillows, or maybe he should fix himself. 

But what is there to fix?

“Why am I alone?” He cried.

Huang Renjun

That person I’m looking for,

I’m sure that person is looking at the same night sky

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Huang Renjun believed that art was a way to express his feeling, his emotions. He loved to travel the world to express how he felt, how others felt, and his experiences. Even though he was a teenager he was able to travel wherever he wanted. He attended online school just for the purpose. 

Because of this Renjun had no close friends, no ties with anyone. He was in Korea currently and was sitting in a park, he wasn’t sure where but he was drawing a picture of the night sky and without noticing it he was drawing a person in the sky. 

“That person…” He mumbled as he looked up at the sky and just like his drawing he could see a person. It happened occasionally, it seemed like his mind was looking for someone. “I’m sure that person is looking at the same night sky.” 

The thought made him smile as he continued to draw. But even if he found that person could he talk to them? Could he form a bond knowing that he would just end up leaving and he would be all alone again and to leave that person alone too?

Lee Jeno

When I leave tomorrow morning

I wish there was someone

Who would tell me, have a good day

And even now

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It was four in the morning and Jeno was laying in bed. He wasn’t your typical student, he went to all his required classes but dancing was his main passion. He went to every dance class he could and was always in the studio. From right after school until they closed and then he had to go to the all-night library cafe to study until ungodly hours. 

He had only gotten back at 2:00 and had finally laid in bed, but he couldn’t sleep. He laid in bed staring at the ceiling until it was time to get up and go. 

“I wish there was someone who would tell me, have a good day.” He laughed bitterly as he got dressed. His father already left for work, his older sister already left for school and his mother was sleeping. He was there to leave on his own, he should be used to it. He was eighteen years old, he didn’t need anyone to say such trivial things to him, but he still wanted to hear them. The words he’s never heard before. 

“Even now…” He finished getting ready and was leaving for the bus stop when he mumbled to himself wishing himself a good day since no one else would.

Lee Donghyuck

Actually, I’m lonely

I hate that the night sky has no answer

_______________________________________

Lee Donghyuck. 

The name is iconic in the underground. He is known as one of the toughest guys in all of Seoul, a fighter. He has a gang of people at his beck and call, someone feared but well loved within his group in the underground. 

How could he ever feel lonely when he’s surrounded with people all the time, people who love him and are devoted to him?

Donghyuck had gone a separate way from his gang, left them in the hideout while he went to the roof. He sat on the ledge and looked down at the street and laughed, not a cute type or normal laugh but the laugh of a manic. After his laugh he laid so he was laying on the ledge with his right arm and leg hanging off. 

“Actually, I’m lonely.” She looked at the sky, he asked it in more of a question as if he was expecting an answer from anyone. 

“I hate that the night sky has no answer.” He cried out. 

“Answer me…”

Na Jaemin

I’m alone

Under the moonlight

I’m alone

Only the cold night air

Is by my side

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Na Jaemin, the idol of the hospital. Things were tough, he wasn’t okay. But he hated saying it, he never told anyone, he was the bright kid, who was never caught unhappy. But that’s not who he was. The kid who made everyone smile and feel happy, he spread all his happiness and love to everyone else he had none left for himself.

He was eighteen and on the roof of the hospital, he would occasionally sneak up there at night. He never was going to do anything, he just liked looking at the moonlight and having the cool air hit his skin.

“I’m alone.” Despite being in the hospital, with doctors, nurses, patients, families, other workers he was alone. His family rarely came to visit anymore, where was a comfort that everyone else seemed to get? 

He looked up at the moon and gave a weak smile. “Only the cold air is by my side.”  He laughed softly, it was funny to him. That in a place so populated, so full of emotion, he only had the cold nights air. Being alone is funny, how can you be lonely when you’re with so many people? 

Zhong Chenle

After the day ends and I come back home

I wish there was someone

Who would tell me, good job

And hold me

And even now

_______________________________

Chenle left China to go to a foreign country to train in singing. He loved to sing more than he loved anything else in his life and going to Korea seemed like a dream, but was it? 

The long day of training ended and unlike other trainees who could go home to their families, he was going to the trainee dorm. Somewhere lonely. There were people, yes, but it was lonely. He was only sixteen, almost seventeen. 

Back home at the dorms, he had to keep quiet as he made his way to the kitchen to get some water, the other trainees living in the dorms weren’t home yet or were already sleeping. As he poured his glass of water he looked to his left to see the empty living room. 

“I wish there was someone who would tell me good job.” He mumbled softly and drank his water and put the glass in the sink. 

“Someone to hold me.” He continued to talk as he made his way to his room.

He made his way to his room and got ready for bed, the day was coming to an end, the same day as always. He always did the same thing, training, and sleep. With no one there to give him strength.

“Even now…” 

Park Jisung

“I’m not lonely”

I say to the night sky without any strength

“I’m okay today”

I say to myself over and over again

_____________________

Jisung walked the same route every single day. He left his families home at 6:30am to catch the 7:00 bus. Arrived at school at 7:25 and walked into his class by 7:35. He had regular classes until 4:00, he was in charge of sweeping the class which he finished with at exactly 4:30. He then went to the self-study room and stayed there studying until dinner at 6:00. He finished dinner by 6:45 and was back at the bus station by 7:00 to catch the 7:10 bus. He arrived at his private academy at 7:45. His class was from 8:00 until 10:30. He would then go to either the Han River or an all-night library cafe depending on the weather he would arrive at 11:00 and stay until 1:30. He took the 1:45 bus back to his home and arrived back home at 2:15. 

By this time his parents were sleeping and no one was there to greet him. He went to his room and studied until 3:15 and then went to bed to do it all over again. He’s been doing this since he was 12 years old. 

However tonight was different, it was his sixteenth birthday and he had finished his academy and was going to the Han River. It was snowing and cold but he wanted to be outside. He went and sat down at one of the food carts that was open year round. He ordered some noodles and looked up at the night sky. 

“I’m not lonely.” He sighed softly and ate his noodles. “I turned sixteen today.” He mumbled and the worker heard and didn’t make him pay for his meal. Jisung smiled and thanked the worker before he got up to walk to the bus stop to head back home. 

“I’m okay today.”