#If the cafe owner is mad about a window getting damaged well maybe he could spend some of his MILLIONS on building a goddamn park

[drumlincountry]

I like to push back the idea that anarchism is the politics of a 12 year old on a skateboard who wants to stick it to the man. Cause, u know, its mostly about having very long and boring meetings. HOWEVER, today I did see some kids playing VERY disruptive ball games in a car park, disrupting traffic & risking possible property damage & making a café manager yell at them and :') it did cheer me up :')

[oceaneyesinla]

Imagine you work in your family store, a few doors down from Cafe Pothos. Many of the Furin boys are regulars, whether they drop by to purchase from the store or just to check in on the owners, your grandparents.

By far the most frequent visitor is Umemiya. The leader of Bofurin first walked into your store after chasing off some youths causing trouble for your grandmother, and you were taken by him immediately. Broad shoulders, sky blue eyes and a smile that lit up a room; how could you do anything but stare as he fretted over your grandmother, offering to help her clear up the stock thrown from shelves.

While he worked, your grandmother had lamented the damage to her beloved potted plants - a collection she took diligent care of, and one that many in the town adored.

Those pretty eyes had lit up as he listened to her talk, and the next day, he reappeared with arms full of seedlings and potting soil, and you were certain you were falling in love with him.

After that, he stopped in every couple of days, usually bearing gifts of a new fertiliser blend he was trying, or a new sprout he thought your grandmother would like. He had utterly charmed her, and he was well on his way to earning your grandfather's approval too. The two of them had built a new display for the front of the store, and it was pure coincidence that you spent all of that day cleaning the windows of the store, within eyesight of where they were working.

It's driving you mad, you think as you watch him chatting to your grandmother. He lifts an arm to rub the back of his neck as your grandmother tells him he's a wonderful, kind boy, and you can feel the heat pooling in your cheeks as his shirt rides up to reveal a toned stomach and a hint of white hair poking out of his waistband.

You pray he doesn't turn to you - it's bad enough that your grandmother is shooting you a mischievous, knowing smile. You busy yourself rearranging the display behind the counter, and so you don't notice Umemiya approaching until he speaks. His voice makes you jump, and he apologises through a laugh.

"Cna I help you?" You give yourself a mental pat on the back as you manage to not stumble over your words under the full weight of his stunning smile.

"Your grandmother is very insistent that I should ask for your number, and I can't let her down."

You can feel yourself blushing all over again - his charm is near irresistible, but you don't want him to feel pressured, "You indulge her too much. You didn't have to do as she said. I won't be offended if you don't take it." Maybe you would be, a little, but you wouldn't blame him. A boy as beautiful as him probably already has a line of girls following him, desperate for even a second of his time.

"I think I indulge her just enough - she always takes care of the Furin guys when they stop in here." His smile grows a little softer around the edges as he leans on the counter, chin resting on one hand as he looks up at you, "Besides, I was already coming to ask you on a date - why not get your number at the same time?"

The boyish grin on his face just highlights the growing blush across his cheeks, and you're powerless to do anything but smile back, holding out a hand for his phone. Once you hand his phone back, he leaves the store with a cheery goodbye to you and your grandmother, bell chiming as he exits.

Almost immediately, your phone chimes and you almost drop your phone trying to unlock it.

'Meet me at 6 tonight for dinner?'

Your eyes flick up, meeting his through the glass of the front window. You nod once, and the smile you get in return could light all of Japan.

You tuck your phone back into your pocket, already planning out your outfit even as your grandmother begins teasing you about your new 'boyfriend'. Maybe, just maybe, after tonight, she would be right.

(Years later, on your wedding day, Umemiya admits that he started dropping off those plants so that he had an excuse to see the pretty girl working the counter. As your guests laugh at his story, your eyes find your grandmother. She's already watching you, and you're certain she already knew.)

[candyflavoredletters]

could you do Hero x DJ as a ship?

They say people have three faces. Hero Cookie thinks most people have two. But the faces was more metaphorical, right? And they probably didn’t mean the whole alter ego thing. This was also not something most people had, either.

Maybe he has three faces.

The witch needed better things to do with her time.

Wait, no, back to the point.

People have faces they don’t always show each other. Case in point: DJ Cookie.

It’s almost surprising, really, how no one has called them out on it. Maybe he’s just better at picking up secret identities when he has one of his own.  Or maybe it’s because DJ’s alter ego is just... them in normal clothing. It’s jarring to see them without their trademark grin and music. 

They’re just there, sitting in cafe, reading a book. He wouldn’t even have thought it was them if it weren’t for their hair. And if they hadn’t arranged to meet up here, anyway.

Then again, it’s not like theirs was much of a secret identity anyways. 

“What are you reading?” Hero asks, peering at their book.

DJ squeaks. Their eyes widen and they close the book shut. “Nothing. Caramel Cookie, when did you get here?”

Hero shrugs and gives them a smile. “Only a while ago. Did you get my message?”

“There might have been a vibration,” DJ cookie mumbles, face red. “I didn’t check it.”

"Oh, well! I’m here now at least, right? So, DJ, what did you think about last week’s issue?”

“Of the comics based on Hero Cookie?” Upon Hero’s nod, DJ frowns. “I don’t know... I liked it, but isn’t it kind of weird to make a comic about an actual cookie? He probably finds it weird.”

Hero grins at them. They knew there was a reason he liked them. “Good points! I’ve heard that they’ve got permission from the hero himself, so it should be fine.”

“Really? Good for him,” DJ snorts. “At least he’s got some heads up. Still think it’d be weird, though.”

“True enough! Speaking of reading, can i see that book, DJ?”

DJ gestures to their book. “...This one? It’s... it’s my notebook.”

“You were the one who told me to come and read it!” Hero huffs. “Remember?”

“Right!” They fumble. “Right, right. Ah...”

Hero frowns. He opens his mouth, about to ask them if they’re okay, when he hears it.

There’s a long, loud mechanical whirring that surrounds them. From the kitchens, they can hear a metallic voice call out to all the cookies in the store.

“Operative... destroy pancakes.”

He really appreciates the idea of his life being like a comic, but universe, could he please spend some time with DJ?

Hero lets out a dramatic gasp regardless. “I need to warn Pancake Cookie! DJ, you should get to a safe place!”

He drags them out of the store before running off in a direction Pancake is decidedly not on. He then flicks open his watch, inputting a small code. 

The suit flies towards him, landing in front of him with a small thump. He hops in, hoping this would be quick.

There’s a long list of cursing in DJ Cookie’s head right now and a lot of that could be blamed on a certain caramel cookie.

No, not Caramel Cookie. They could blame it on him, if they wanted, but most of the blame should be on Hero Cookie. Especially after he had very openly admitted that the robots may have followed him.

He was apologizing for the attack when mentioning it, but still.

Maybe getting mad at Hero for being in the same cafe as them was petty. They can do petty, though, considering the attack caused their friend to run off to who knows where. 

“...And I’m glad no one got hurt!” Hero continues. DJ glares at him with as much force as they can. “I’m so sorry about all the damages.”

The shop owners reassure him that it’s fine, of course, they had meant to update their mixers anyways. They’re not sure why they bothered to buy mixers that labelled their power levels by food items.

They eye the owners, waiting patiently for them to leave. They know how it feels to be called out in the middle of a show, after all. Better to wait for this kind of conversation when he only had one person to explain to.

“What do you mean no one got hurt?”

Hero Cookie winces. 

He doesn’t want to talk to the voice’s owner now. Not when Caramel Cookie, a very good friend of theirs, was meant to be with them. Really, can he please go?

“Did you get hurt, citizen?” he says anyways. “Should I call the hospital?”

“Caramel Cookie’s gone.” DJ says it with a snarl and a frown affixed upon their face. “How can you say no one got hurt?”

Because he’s right here, he doesn’t say. “I’m sure he’s fine. I can take one last look around area for you, if that helps you feel better.”

“I’m coming with.” 

“I’ll report back to you right away,” he says, but DJ’s stance is firm. “It’ll be faster on my own.”

“I want to see him as soon as I can.”

Hero’s glad for the suit, because he’s honestly not sure what kind of face he’s making. There are only so many ways you can deal with a friend looking for your alter ego while talking to you.

“Well,” Hero begins.

He flies off without a word.

DJ Cookie is debating becoming a supervillain.

This would make them much pettier than they’d believe. Their backstory would consist of them being pissed at how off handedly Hero handled the idea of a hurt citizen when no one was around to see. At least Caramel was nearby, directed by be sounds of a suit whirring up.

Although they had to admit, if they worded it right, their backstory would sound way less petty than it actually was.

They hum, tapping a pencil to their cheek. Maybe what they were working on could be their theme song. Not nessecarily a villain one. Just one for fun.

They scribble a few thoughts in their notebook. Scales, instruments, and beats. They close it a few moments a later, a grin on their face. Maybe they’d ask Caramel for his thoughts. He had to know a few themes songs, didn’t he?

They shelve the notebook onto their shelf. The amount made their room feel a little cramped, actually. Not that they minded. They murmur a melody under their breath, trying to tune it and make it sound right. It would be nice to finish their song before the next performance, after all.

They’re only broken out of their thoughts when they hear a tap on the window.

There outside their apartment was Hero Cookie. He floats slightly, supported by his rocket thrusters. He waves with one hand and holds a familiar looking book in the other.

The windows open before he can even speak. “You got my notebook!”

“I was going to return it to you.” They can hear the embarassment in his voice. “I, um... also wanted to apologize.”

“Okay.”

“Um.” He pauses, before taking a look at DJ’s face, then continues. “Right... I should clear up first that I already found Caramel before you mentioned him.”

DJ raises an eyebrow.

“I didn’t know they were Caramel Cookie!” He holds his hands up in defense. “He just looked out of place, lost, and needed directions.”

“So why did you just fly away, then?” They glare at him. 

Hero takes a deep breath and sighs. “I panicked.”

“...You panicked.”

“I’m not supposed to take civilians with me and you weren’t budging, so...”

“You left.”

“I left.”

DJ sighs. “A’ight. That one’s on me then. Thanks for helping my friend.”

“No problem! It’s all part of the job.” He hands them their book back. “I take it you aren’t mad at me anymore?”

“More annoyed, but yeah.” DJ shrugs. “It was kind of petty of me to get mad at you for ruining my shot.”

Hero pauses. “Shot at what?”

“At confessing,” DJ coughs into their hand. “I was going to leave a confession note in this book, but. You know.”

“I... see.” Hero tilts his head. “Who’s it for?”

DJ gives him an irediculous look. “You have one guess.”

“Cookie with the heart eyes.”

“It’s Caramel Cookie.” They must sound as exasperated as they feel, because Hero looks utterly embarassed at not getting it right the first time. He coughs into his hand, not facing them anymore.

“Oh! My apologies.” His voice is a little more high pitched than normal. “I was just thinking, that, perhaps I could give it for you?”

DJ’s eyes light up. “You would?”

“I don’t see why not! Considering I, um, had inconvinient timing.” He offers a hand out for the book.

They place the book into his hands with a big grin. “Thanks, Hero.”

Hero Cookie holds the book close to his chest and dies.

Maybe he was wrong earlier. His life wasn’t becoming a comic; it was becoming fanfiction. It’s that thought that makes him almost glad that at least fanfictions give their pairing happy endings.

He flies home, already opening his phone to call DJ on the way back. If anything, he’ll make sure this story ends well.

[squirrelly831]

Caught in Public [Baekhyun, Jongdae, and Chanyeol]

The oc’s are the wives prior to getting married. You can read this as part of the daddy!au series or a stand alone~~ Chanyeol’s is angst-ish.

UPDATE: Due to Jongdae’s announcement, Minseok’s wife is now Maisie and Jongdae will no longer be part of the daddy!au. Though it is not shown here, Alessia is no longer an oc and Maisie will be on the family list with Minseok

Enjoy~

Baekhyun

Baekhyun wouldn’t have kissed Mieun if he had thought someone would take his picture. Let alone follow him to her home. He didn’t want his relationship to be outed by a scandal and he was waiting for Sooman’s approval on his request to go public.

It was Baekhyun’s first time meeting Mieun’s family as her family had decided to officially move back to her hometown of Daegu. He wanted to meet her family before he went public with their two year relationship to show them how much he truly loved and cared for her.

The trip had gone great, everything was great. Her parents loved him and only asked for him to take care of her. So with some parting words, the couple headed off to go back to Seoul.

Mieun sighed as she leaned against Baekhyun’s shoulder as they waited for the last train of the night. “That didn’t go too bad, I was worried they would flip out.”

Baekhyun, dressed in a oversize hoodie with the hood up and a face mask to keep his identity secret, let out a chuckled. “Well your mom did.” He waved his hands like Mieun’s mom did upon seeing Baekhyun, “Wahhh, my daughter wasn’t lying about dating an idol! Why are you with such a slob like her. Ow”

Mieun clicked her tongue and swatted his arm. “Oh, shut up. She just thought you were too pretty to be dating some normal girl like me.”

Baekhyun wrapped his arm around her upper arm and rubbed her arm, “You don’t believe that, right? You’re not just some normal woman to me.”

She shrugged with a teasing smile, “I don’t know. Maybe.” He let out a whine not enjoying getting teased. “I kid I kid.” She giggled.

“You better be.”

“Or else?”

Baekhyun’s eyes twinkled mischievously, “Or else I’ll kiss you.”

“I mean I wouldn’t be against it” Baekhyun glanced around quickly before he pulled his mask off his mouth to kiss her quickly. Neither of them knew there was someone still following them and took a picture of them kissing.

An hour after, while on the train, Baekhyun received a call from Junmyeon to tell him that they were spotted and a picture of them was released to the public. Baekhyun was upset as he looked up the article to see various photos of Mieun and him while in Daegu as well as a picture of them kissing at the train station. He approved the statement to go out confirming the relationship, but it was a bittersweet moment. He didn’t want it to be a scandal. He wanted to tell his fans first before the media did. Baekhyun would post on his sns to tell his fans that he planned to reveal the relationship before the media. Due to it, the fans weren’t as mad at him as they were at the media for going behind and snooping.

Jongdae

Jongdae got permission from his company to go out to Hawaii during his off period. He wanted to take his girlfriend of two years, Maisie, and her daughter, Cassandra, out somewhere to enjoy themselves and just spoil them both. They spent an entire week in Hawaii and Maisie and Jongdae were able to have some time alone as Cassandra went to the resort daycare a for a few hours a couple of days.

When they left Hawaii, they felt so refreshed and at ease they didn’t think anything could go wrong. However, as they boarded their plane, they didn’t see a couple of fans who were taking pictures. They posted pictures of Jongdae holding a passed out Cassandra on his shoulder, holding hands with Maisie, and a kiss the two shared. They blotted out Cassandra’s and Maisie’s faces, but gave out information that they took the plane to Incheon.

After the almost 10 hour flight to Incheon, Jongdae and Maisie made their way out of baggage claim with Cassandra holding both of their hands as she walked between them. Maisie let out a breath, “We’re home” she cooed to Cassandra. “You ready to see your friends at the park tomorrow?” Cassandra cheered and Maisie smiled.

As they walked through the last doors to lead to the airport, they were surrounded by fans and paparazzi. Jongdae immediately sprung into action as he pulled off his jacket and covered Maisie’s face. He then picked up Cassandra and hid her face in his chest. Jongdae was livid as he escorted his girlfriend and her daughter away from the crowd. He didn’t understand how they had found out, but he was pissed that they couldn’t be even a bit more considerate especially with a child present. Cassandra broke into tears at the sudden loudness around her and Jongdae hurriedly rushed outside.

“Jongdae! Maisie!” They looked to see Junmyeon and a manager. “Come on!” The trio made their way to the car and the manager and Junmyeon threw their luggage in the back before they drove off. Maisie took off the jacket and held out her hands for her daughter who was still crying. Jongdae handed her off and Maisie cradled her five year old. “Someone spotted you at the airport and posted pictures on Twitter and the fan cafe. Fans were able to figure out your flight based off that.” 

Jongdae’s fist clenched, “I’ll make a public statement later.” He scoffed as he looked out the window. He knew if he made the announcement at that moment, it wouldn’t be pretty. He was fuming.

Later in the evening, he did make an official statement confirming his relationship, but he would go an extra step and talk about the events at the airport on his instagram. He expressed how hurt he was and how the commotion upset his girlfriend’s daughter and scared her. He asked fans to continue to support him and stressed how happy he was before he concluded the message.

Chanyeol

Leilani took a lot of shit with a smile on her face. Her mom taught her to kill people with kindness and she didn’t live by it until she became Nalani’s legal guardian. She wanted to teach her sister not to use violence. However, when her sister ran home with three notes addressed as whore, gold digger, bitch. Leilani’s eyes widened as she snatched the letters out of Nalani’s hands.

It had been a year since she started dating Chanyeol. Within a year, she learned to be happy for herself and to fall in love. Chanyeol was important to Leilani, but her sister was her priority and Chanyeol loved that about her. However, it all fell apart when a fan caught them on a late night date and posted it in a fan cafe. The hate she received was nothing she couldn’t handle. That was until these letters.

Leilani ripped the envelopes open over the counter in the kitchen. As she did, a couple of razors slipped out. Her eyes widened as she grabbed a small knife and cut the envelope open. In each envelope had a single letter, but in each letter rest a number of razors. Tears pricked her eyes as she thought of what would have happened had her nine year old sister decided to open the letters or to touch the razors. Anger consumed her as she looked back to her sister and then back at the letters. No one would hurt her sister. She would kill anyone who tried or attempted.

That night, Chanyeol rushed to Leilani’s apartment and rang the doorbell. After he got the text about how Nalani was confronted by fans of his, he panicked. He pounded on the door and the door swung open to reveal a severally pissed off Leilani. “How’s Nalani? Is she okay?” Were the words out of his mouth. He tried to get inside the apartment, but Leilani held up her hand to stop him from entering.

Leilani shut the door behind her before she shot a glare at Chanyeol. “Your fans are psycho” her voice was low but venom laced her words. “To approach a child and give her letters for me. If I find out who they are, I’ll end them.”

“Lei–”

“DON’T SPEAK!” She shouted without a care that they were in the middle of the apartment complex hallway. “They gave her letters with razors attached!” She got in his face and poked his chest angrily. “She’s fucking 9, Chanyeol!” Tears blurred her eyes. “What if she got fucking curious and opened it? That’s my sister! She’s all I fucking have!” She screamed as the tears fell down her face. “What’s next? Poisoned fucking candy? All because I’m dating an idol?”

Chanyeol swallowed hard as he watched Leilani fall to piece inside herself. He wanted to do something for her, but he felt so powerless.

“-one.”

His head shot up and looked at her, “What?”

“We’re done. Hope your fans are happy” she threw her arms out on either side of her. “They got the gold digging bitch away from their oppa!” She let out a resentful laugh. She pulled the letters from her hoodie pocket and pushed them into his chest, “Tell your fans I got the message.” She turned on her toes and went back inside her apartment. She slammed the front door and hit it with her fist as she let out a sob. Leilani slowly fell to her knees heartbroken and destroyed. The one time she thought she’d have happiness and it was taken from her all by random strangers she never met.

Chanyeol left her apartment with a shattered heart. His eyes burned as he walked down the street to his apartment. He swallowed a lump as he felt his anger rise. Chanyeol let out a scream as he hit the wall beside him with an open fist. Once calm, he made a rant about how he just lost the best woman who made him happy because of fan harassment. He mentioned how the letters she got will be handed over to the police and the letter writers would face criminal charges. He also clarified that any fans who slander or attack Leilani or her family would face charges as well. Chanyeol was not going to let Leilani and him end like this. After he got the damage under control, he had all plans to woo her and get her back.

Part I || Part III

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Written & revamped by Squirrelly831

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