#anniversary month casually introducing me to two of my favorites back to back

[sapphanimates]

I love these guys.

[official-weasley]

The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 8, Ch. 3

PART 8: WHERE IT ALL ENDS Chapter 3 - Love in a Snitch

Charlie

“You talk about school, Dragons, you tell her about Wood, you give her the Snitch. You talk about school, Dragons, you tell her about Wood, you give her the Snitch. You talk about school, Dragons, you tell her...”

“Wow, Char...” Nova interrupted my train of thoughts and I turned around. She was looking at what I have prepared for her with her mouth open. “I didn't forget our anniversary, did I?” I chuckled as I saw she was trying to remember the date but we were far away from May.

She sat down next to me on the blanket I prepared. The Wireless softly playing music, while I reached into the picnic basket to get us each a Butterbeer. Nova was still looking at the lights that I hang on the tree. I loved surprising her more than anything.

“You didn't forget our anniversary.” She turned her head to me when I spoke, her eyes were sparkling. “I saw how your eyes shone today when you saw the School Grounds and I wanted to bring you here.” I put my hand on her cheek and kissed her. “You know, for old times sake.”

“This place is even more beautiful than I have it in my memory.” She whispered, looking at the Lake. “Do you remember when you told us that you were feeding cereal to the Giant Squid?” She laughed. She was right where I wanted her to be. Going through our memories here.

“How could I forget Penny's face when I told you. She thought I was mental.” I laughed with her.

“I remember looking at all of them and realizing I was the only one that actually understood you.” The biggest smile plastered her face.

“Wasn't that the morning before Hagrid took us to the Forest for the first time?” I tried to remember.

“It was!” Nova exclaimed. “I still can't believe Snape thought he was punishing us.” I leaned on the tree and Nova got comfy in my arms.

“It was such a fun night even though Hagrid was probably terrified of something happening to us.” I remember we were trying to convince him to take us into the Forest for a year and then he didn't have a choice.

“I am trying to recall why we picked this as our favorite spot.” Nova looked up at the lights again.

“I think we started it all.” I said gently, burying my nose in her hair. “Didn't we read under this tree?”

“Oh! The book you got for Christmas!” She clapped her hands together. “It was one of the first owls you ever sent me to invite me to the Lake.”

I still remember writing that letter. Spring was coming and I wanted to invite her to the Lake for months. I was so nervous because despite us starting to be friends and spending Christmas together, I still didn't want to intrude in case she didn't want to spend time with me. But she responded to all my letters and was always so happy to hang out even if we were just reading all the time.

“How do you think we would've met if I didn't stand up for you that day in the Courtyard?” She said after me being silent.

“Hmm, perhaps in class?” I gave it a thought. It all started with those Slytherins being mean to me. “Or perhaps I would stare at you, having a crush, and you would tell me to bugger off because it would creep you out.” I could feel her body shaking from giggles.

“Maybe Tulip and Tonks would meet Jae and we would meet through them.” She suggested another theory. “I know it sounds mean but I am glad those Slytherins were bullying you.” She looked up at me to kiss me.

“I'm glad too. Perhaps I should thank them.” I chuckled.

“Imagine we invite them to our wedding.” Nova joked. I stiffened and pulled away from her a bit, hoping she couldn't hear my heartbeat going wild.

“Yeah.” I swallowed hard, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“So, did the Sanctuary survive without me?” I tried changing the topic.

“Felix and Andrei were a bit nervous, but they managed. My team jumped in whenever needed, your buddies were really good.” I knew she was proud of the Dragons.

“Oh!” She suddenly jumped up and turned around. “I almost forgot to tell you! Eero and Ajax are friends!”

“You're joking!” I gasped. I couldn't believe she finally did it. She has been working so hard to get anything from her research between Chimeras and Dragons. I know Felix told her to take all the time in the world but I could tell even he was getting impatient. I believed she could do it, she just needed time.

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She has been taming that Chimera for almost a year. Which took way longer than it did with the Hippogriff which she had no problem befriending in a week and even the Mountain Troll was not giving her as many problems as one would expect. In two months he listened to her more than I thought Trolls capable of doing and even though it was easy to see that Trolls and Dragons don't mix, the research was worth it.

The Hippogriff was quite stubborn and I knew she wasn't going to let him off easy, especially since Felix already indicated that she was going to work with a Chimera which is even more dangerous and intimidating to pair them with Dragons. Nonetheless, Norbert did a great job with that Hippogriff and when those reports hit the newspapers, she was beyond excited.

A few months after that, her research for the Chimera was approved. Lots of people in the Ministry were against it just like they are against Dragons and deemed it a waste of time and money, saying what good would the type of research do but Felix wouldn't have it and gave her the green light almost losing us the founding for the Dragon Research team. They were angry with Nova for a month for that one.

When Ajax started trusting her she tried to introduce him to a couple of Dragons. Norbert looked like the best option and at the beginning, it wasn't going so bad but it almost ended costing Nova her life when she thought he was relaxed but lashed at her in the last second.

That night we had our worst fight as I lost it, just thinking that she could've died. I wanted her to quit her research and send the Chimera back but she was stubborn and wouldn't listen to me at all. In the end, I didn't have a choice but to let her continue as I couldn't decide which one of us was madder.

I regret shouting at her so much that night. She always told me that I have to let her be in danger sometimes and I was trying my best to let her get the scars and scratches, it was her line of work after all and she loved it. Once she told me how much she has been progressing with Ajax and I saw the passion with which she has been telling me about her day, I couldn't deny her doing what she loved.

She started trying with the Common Welsh Green a little over a month ago. I told her that he is obedient enough that he might just listen to her, even though I was the only one who he didn't dare to bite. I pulled in extra hours for a week to get Eero and Nova acquainted and she has been trying to introduce him to Ajax ever since.

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I stared at her in admiration as she was describing how she finally did it. She was so proud of herself and she barely had time to catch a breath, she was so excited to tell me everything. I couldn't stop my lips from curving, I could listen to her forever. After all these years I still couldn't believe I found someone like her.

“Eero was not at all amused when Ajax took a nap after his meal.” Her giggles finally snapped me back to reality and I joined her. “If he could talk he would probably throw some cusses at me.”

“I have no doubt about that.” I kissed her forehead. “So what's your next move?”

“Well, they have to repeat their date a few more times, and then I think I can start writing my paper.” She beamed at me.

“I am so proud of you, Nova! I knew you could do it.” I wrapped my arms tighter around her.

“With occasional bickering about me being in danger, sure.” She rolled her eyes playfully.

“You know I will never stop worrying about you.” My voice got serious for a minute.

“I know, Char.” She sighed. “It's something I have to live with as much as you have to live with the fact that I can survive a few scratches and burns.”

“And get almost eaten by a Dragon.” I teased her.

“Think of how happy it would make Norbert!” She teased back, sending chills down my spine just thinking about it.

“Let's stop talking about it, love.” I turned her to me and pressed my lips hard against hers. Every time we talked about these kinds of things I felt the urge to kiss her, to feel her next to me.

“So, did you see any of the Professors?” I finally managed to change the subject.

“I did! I said hi to Sprout and Dumbledore and they congratulated me on my paper!” She exclaimed. “And then I ran into Snape.”

“Really?” I let out a laugh. “That had to be fun!”

“Mhm, he told me that the only student in our whole year that wasn't completely useless was Penny.”

“Makes sense to me.” We both burst out laughing.

“I ran into Flitwick in the hallway and then joined Hermione for Advanced Transfiguration.” She leaned back in my arms.

“And how was that?” I asked, gently. I knew McGonagall was by far her favorite professor and I knew how much she missed her.

“Oh, Char...” She sighed. “If I wasn't loving my job so much I would have asked her to be her assistant. Is it okay, if I am in love with her voice?”

“Fine by me, love.” I giggled.

“Oh, and I think your little brother has a crush!” She sang after a minute.

“Love, you know I have a lot of younger brothers, you will have to be more specific.” I kissed the top of her head.

“Ron has a crush on Hermione!” At that moment she reminded me of Penny whenever she told us the fresh gossip in the morning.

“Really? Did he tell you that?” Out of all my brothers, I felt like Ron would be the most clueless one when it comes to fancying someone. Perhaps even more than I was.

“No, but it's so obvious! I bet he's going to ask her to the Ball.” She was as excited as Penny too.

“He won't do that!” I was prepared to bet my wand that Hermione was going to be the last one on his mind if he even comes around to ask anyone. “Ron is too oblivious and too shy to even ask Ginny.” Nova laughed at my joke.

“You're probably right.” She intertwined her fingers with mine. “They still have time.”

“You finally got around to the fact that we came together at the right time?” I smiled. I knew she was having a battle with herself for the longest time, blaming herself that she was oblivious for such a long time that she liked me more than a friend.

“I did. I think we're perfect as we are.” She pushed more into me and I wrapped my arms even tighter around her.

“Wouldn't Hermione be a better fit for Harry?” I thought out loud and regretted it immediately as she turned to me.

“Charles Weasley, no!” She frowned. “Harry will end up with Ginny.” She said as if she saw it in a crystal ball.

“Ginny still has a crush on him, huh?” Nova told me when Ginny confessed to her that she liked Harry but I thought after almost 4 years she would've stopped.

“Still?” She raised an eyebrow at me. “Yeah, because you gave up on your crush on me so easily.”

“Right.” I had nothing to defend myself with. “I guess it runs in the family.” We both chuckled.

“So, Harry did great on the first task?” Nova asked.

“You should've seen him! He was brilliant! Summoned his broom, it drove the Horntail crazy! She didn't see it coming at all!” I was impressed with the kid. I knew he was terrified and in my opinion, they should have never let him participate but he did well for himself and he deserved more points than Krum that made the Chinese Fireball smash her eggs.

“A broom. That's a cunning one.” Nova was impressed as well. I took a deep breath. I knew that this was my cue to stir the conversation the way I wanted it to go tonight.

“You know who I ran into?” She lifted her head to me at my question. “Wood.”

“Really!” She grinned. “I forgot he was still at school. Is he still the Quidditch Captain?”

“The very same. Fred and George told me that he uses my speeches at the games.” I laughed.

“You're joking!” She joined me.

“He was so excited to see me that he wanted the team to have practice at once so I could watch.” I giggled.

“Well, he always admired you.” Nova said softly. “Is he still mad that you chose Dragons over Quidditch? “

“Of course!” I exclaimed. I wouldn't expect anything else. “But he gave me this.” I gently pushed Nova away and took a Snitch out of the basket.

“One of yours?” She gasped, wanting to touch it but I didn't let her. I couldn't. Not yet.

“It's yours, actually.” She turned her head to me and stopped trying to get the Snitch from me for a second.

“Mine?” She whispered. Her eyes on the golden ball again.

“The very first one you caught.” I threw the Snitch into the air, its wings appeared and it started flying below the lights. Nova got up and started snapping at it.

“Why would Oliver have my first Snitch?” She asked as she finally got it. She was turned away from me and I knew this was my opportunity. The Snitch closed its wings in her hand and it opened. “Charlie, what...” She never finished her question. She turned around and found me, kneeling on one knee in front of her.

“Nova, it might have taken us a while to go from being best friends to what we have now but it was worth the wait. You made me the happiest man the day we confessed feelings to each other under this tree. Will you make me even happier and marry me?”

I could see tears gathering in her eyes, now switching from the ring the Snitch revealed to me.

“Of course, I will, Charles!” She kneeled next to me and pulled me in a hug so tight that it took my breath away. I took the ring out of the Snitch and placed it on her finger. It fit perfectly.

“Char, it's...it's...” She brushed her cheeks that were now soaked from her tears. She kept staring at the ring in awe. It was silver with a black diamond and two silver Dragons guarding it, one on each side.

“I'm glad you like it.” I pressed my lips on her forehead.

“Love, Charlie. I LOVE it.” She finally looked at me and my heart wanted to burst, so many emotions in her eyes. “I knew I would love any way you would propose but this...I really am speechless.” She pulled me into a hug again and I knew she was looking at the ring on her finger.

I then told her that there wasn't really a need for her to come and help with the Dragons and that even though Felix and Andrei needed some convincing, they gave in when I told them what I was planning to do.

I knew I wanted to propose to her under this tree ever since Andrei told me I would have to lead a team to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. I then told her that Ginny knows and she said that she knew we were both hiding something. I was debating whether to tell Ginny or just ask her to get Nova but I couldn't hide it from her. It was written all over my face. I also confessed that Oliver wasn't the one who gave me the Snitch.

I had to write to Orion, Ravenclaw's former Captain, to ask if he knew where they kept the Snitches that nobody took after the game. He told me to talk to Professor Flitwick, who let me into the Trophy Room and unlocked a special compartment where they kept every golden ball, marked by their Seeker and the date it was caught.

All there was left, was for me to execute the plan, and to say that I was nervous was an understatement. I knew she was going to say yes but I wanted to make it as perfect as possible and by the surprised expression on her face when the Snitch opened and when she realized what was going on, I think it's safe to say that my plan worked.

“I don't know what to say.” She said after I finished. “I loved every surprise you ever made for me but this is by far the best one.” She wiped her eyes as tears started gathering in them again. “I can't believe you went through all this trouble to propose to me.”

“You're worth it, love.” Damn it, I promised myself I won't cry! But how could I not? She just made me the luckiest man in the world.

[minyoongiest]

Positions || KNJ (M)

• pairing: Namjoon x reader

• rating: MA/18+

• type/genre: smut, fluff, multichapter, idol!au, established relationship, nurse!reader/single mom!reader/stylist!reader

• word count: 5.7k

• summary: After a long day working at the hospital in Seoul, you’re ready to spend some alone time with your man, and since your daughter is staying with her aunt for the night, Namjoon has some ideas for how to work off the stress of your day.

• contains: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral (both receiving, not simultaneously), vaginal sex, multiple sex positions, multiple orgasms, creampie

• note: a commission for K. Thank you so much! I loved doing this, and I hope you like it!

(translations are at the end)

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As soon as I shut the door to my car, I let out a sigh of relief. I like my job. (I like more that it pays my bills.) But no matter how much I like it, being on my feet all day and trying to do a million things at once so patients are taken care of and the doctors and my supervisors are happy is exhausting. I am so glad to be off and that I don’t have another shift for forty-eight hours because I need a break.

Checking my face in the sun visor mirror, I’m pleased to find my eye makeup is still intact. I was pretty sure by this time I’d look like as haggard as I feel, but my eyeliner is still perfectly winged, and my mascara isn’t even smudged. Tilting the mirror, I turn my neck to check my hair. It’s in a tied back for function, but practicality doesn’t trump style. Not for me, which is why it’s sleek and straight rather than just haphazardly thrown into a ponytail.

“Time to go home and get out of these scrubs,” I murmur, starting my car.

My phone rings as I’m pulling out of the parking garage, and my heart flutters when I see his name on my car screen. I use the button on the steering wheel to answer.

“Hey, I’m just leaving the hospital.”

“Oh, good. Are you on your way to pick up my angel?”

“Actually, I have two days off, so my sister is picking her up and keeping her for the night.”

His angel is my daughter from a previous relationship. Her dad split before she was born, so it was just me and her until Namjoon and I randomly matched on Tinder. At first, I wasn’t actually sure it was really, truly him because Namjoon being Namjoon it seemed like it was definitely a hoax, but I agreed to meet up with him just to see, and what was supposed to be a hookup turned into a fancy dinner date followed by a casual lunch date and then drinks at his apartment after work which turned into a naked sleepover…

That sort of went on for a few months, in which I introduced him to my daughter through pictures and stories, and then they met in person, which was exciting and nerve-wracking for me, but she adores him, and he adores her. So on the night of our sixth month anniversary when he asked how I felt about us moving in with him, there wasn’t much for me to think about.

“Oh,” he says softly. “So, we’re alone for the night?”

“Yes.”

“And you don’t have to be up for work?”

“No.” I bite my lip as I stop at a red light and flip on my turn signal. “I do have to go get her before noon though, so I can’t be in bed all day.”

“That’s okay,” he answers quickly. “I have a schedule before that, so I’ll be up.”

“Are you still at the studio?”

“Yeah. I want to get a few more things recorded before I head home. Do you want me to pick up takeout on my way?”

“That would be great. I have some stuff to do around the house, and I had an email about a styling job I want to look into, so that works for me.”

“Okay. I’ll see you at home. Later, baby.”

“Bye.”

He hangs up, and my phone switches to a Spotify playlist. As I drive the last few miles, I do a mental rundown of the things I need to get done before he gets home. In addition to looking into the styling contract, I want to get the dishes in the sink washed first and then cut up the fresh fruit in the fridge for my girl’s lunches next week, and if I have time go ahead and fold some of the clean laundry sitting in the basket in the laundry room.

The actual first thing I do when I walk into the apartment is take off my scrubs and hop into she shower to wash off my day, literally, since I work in healthcare. When I get out, I pull on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top before I go to the kitchen to start loading the dishwasher. While it’s running, I do the fruit which isn’t my favorite thing to do since it gets boring, but it’s so much easier to pack lunches when the fruit is done and ready to grab from the fridge.

Finally, I settle down on the couch with a glass of champagne and my computer to go over the details of the styling job. Since I already knew it would require the most of my time I have before Namjoon gets home, I saved it for last. After I skim the entire email, I take another sip of my drink before setting my glass aside and scrolling back up to the details that pique my interest—what designers their looking for, what the concept of the style is, and how soon they need it done. If those things work for me, the next thing I’ll look at is compensation, but I have to be interested enough to want the job first.

“Gucci…Balenciaga…Dior…” I mutter to myself as I make notes in a separate window on my computer.

As I look slowly through the email again, I’m thinking of what connections I have with which designers and if I can put something together. Before I had my kid and went back to school to be a nurse to support her, this is what I did. During that time, I met a lot of people in the industry, so I know someone pretty much everywhere.

“Oh, if that’s the concept…” I close my eyes for a second to picture different pieces from different collections.

“Dior.”

As soon as I say it, my phone starts to ring, making me jump. I see my daughter’s face on the screen and realize how late it is. She must be going to bed.

“Hey babe,” I answer, closing my laptop and setting it aside.

“Hi, Mommy.”

“Are you having fun at your sleepover?”

“Yes, Mommy. We made cookies and then we went outside and then we had pizza and played games and then we watched Rapunzel and had ice cream.”

“Wow. That’s a lot of things.”

And a lot of sugar. I’m not mad at my sister. She can spoil her if she wants. I’m just surprised she’d do that to herself knowing my kid is going to be bouncing off the walls until she crashes.

“Mommy, when are you coming to get me?”

I sigh and ignore the way my heart gets all soft. “Tomorrow at lunch time.”

“Okay, Mommy…” I can hear her frown, and I hate it.

“Do you have your pillow?” I stand and start to check her bedroom. If she doesn’t have it, she won’t sleep, and as much as I want a night to myself, I also need my kid to sleep.

“Yes, Mommy, and my pajamas.”

“Oh good.”

I start to ask her another question when I hear the door open, and I turn to look as Namjoon comes in holding a paper sack with our takeout order.

“Hey, baby,” he says quietly, his stupidly pretty face splitting into a grin.

Fuck. Those damn dimples. I can’t.

I see his eyes go to the phone in my hand before he asks, “Who are you talking to?”

“JOONIE!”

I jerk the phone away from my ear as my daughter shrieks into it.

“Oh, let me talk to her,” he says as he rushes to put the food down on the bar top and hurries over to me.

I hand him the phone and watch as he lifts it to his ear.

“How’s my angel tonight?” he asks gently, sitting down on the arm of the couch. “Oh really? … Well that’s good. Did you have fun at school?”

I press my lips together as I wander over to the food and start pulling things out of the bag.

“Well, maybe Monday it’ll be easier,” he says quietly. “Okay?”

He laughs softly, and I can’t help but look over at him. God, he really loves my baby.

“Goodnight, angel,” he whispers. “Do you want to tell your mom goodnight? … Okay, I’ll tell her.”

He hangs up, and I pretend I wasn’t spying as I set out the rest of the food.

“She said she misses you,” his low voice rumbles into my ear as he comes up behind me, his arm sliding around my waist.

“She’ll be okay.”

“She also told me to kiss you goodnight for her,” he says softer.

“Oh yeah?” I tilt my head back to look at him.

“Mmhmm.” He leans down a few inches and his lips brush mine, a pleasant shiver running down my spine.

Damn those soft lips. Why do they feel so good?

“I don’t think that’s the goodnight kiss she meant,” I whisper.

“Oh, you want another one?”

He smirks and leans down to kiss my cheek, his arms squeezing tight around my stomach.

“Quit. Quit!” I pull away. “We need to eat still.”

“Hmm. Okay, but I’m coming back to this later.”

“Sounds good to me,” I mumble as he walks around the counter to the fridge where he grabs a beer.

“What do you want to drink?” He glances over his shoulder at me.

I sort of finished the champagne already, so I shrug and say, “I’ll have what you’re having.”

“Cool. Do you want your own or some of mine?”

“Some of yours is fine.”

He nods, and I wait for him to grab his food and head to the couch before I follow him, setting mine on the coffee table while I get comfortable before I reach for it again.

Namjoon talks to me while he eats. About anything. About everything. He tells me about work (at least vaguely), about what memes the members are talking about in the group chat, about changing his hair color… Aside from the occasional comment, I eat and listen to him. I could say more, but just listening to him talk makes me happy.

When we’re finished, he gathers up our trash and then decides to take the bag out because it’s too full to close the trash can. While he’s gone, I go to empty the dishwasher. I mean, normally, I would leave it especially since we’re alone for the night which is rare and usually means something very naughty and very fun is going to happen, but the cabinet has literally no plates or cups in it, and I don’t want to forget and have to rush to do them later. Plus, I have a bunch of nervous energy, and I need to do something until he gets back.

The top rack is empty and I’m halfway through the bottom rack when Joon comes into the kitchen.

“I figured you’d be in the bedroom,” he says in a low tone.

“I was killing time.” I shrug. “And now that I started I might as well finish.”

“Let me help you.”

He reaches down and grabs the rest of the plates and moves behind me, reaching over my head toward the cabinet, so close his chest touches my back.

Which is when I feel it.

Feel him.

Thick and hard and pressed against my ass.

I suck in a breath and bite my lip.

“Baby, you okay?”

“Fuck the dishes,” I whisper.

“What?”

Turning around carefully, still pinned between him and the counter, I look up at him, while at the same time sliding my hand down between us, cupping his firm bulge.

He winces, and I see his eyes flash.

“I want this,” I murmur as I give it the faintest squeeze.

He grits his teeth and grabs onto the counter next to my hip.

“Shit,” he mutters.

I start to ask what that means when suddenly he grabs my waist and lifts me onto the counter.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“You started this,” he says roughly as his eyes darken with arousal and he steps between my thighs, reaching for the waistband of my pants.

“Wait, right now?” My voice gets higher, and I bite my lip.

“I’m starting right now.”

I don’t get to ask what that means because his hands start pulling on my sweats and I almost slide off the counter before I reach back and push up on my wrists so they’ll slide off.

My panties go with them.

Oh God. My bare ass is on my kitchen counter. And Namjoon is between my knees. Cool air glides over my exposed pussy and I bite my lip, fighting a whimper.

“Mmm.” Namjoon’s eyes travel over me, landing on the now-pulsing place between my thighs.

Instinctively, I try to close my legs, but his hips are in the way.

“Don’t hide from me,” he says softly, his fingers trailing over my skin, from my knee toward my hip, along my inner thigh. I stop breathing as the edge of his fingertip traces the outside of my lower lips.

He leans closer, bending so his face is right there. My hands grip the edge of the counter tightly as a rush of wet saturates between my legs.

“I think I want dessert now,” Namjoon says softly as he straightens.

“What?” I blink.

I—He just—I thought we were going to—

All of the sudden he drops to his knees, and my spine goes rigid. He moves closer to the counter, his large hands on my legs, his eyes on my pussy. He pauses, and my eyelids flutter closed. I try not to moan as he exhales, a warm stream of air hitting directly against wet slit.

“Joon…” I swallow. “What are you–”

“Eating,” he rumbles, his mouth brushing against me as he says it.

My back arches instantly as his tongue dips in between my lips and runs the length of me.

“Namjoon,” I gasp as his large hands slide under my thighs, lifting them, pulling them apart as he tilts his head and plants a gentle kiss right there.

He kisses again. Harder.

And then he starts sucking.

First on one side. Then the other. And slowly from the front to the back. My back arches, forcing me further into his mouth, and I moan loudly. Without missing a beat, he tilts his head and sucks deep, his tongue darting out again, teasing me. I swear under my breath and one of my hands slides down into his hair.

His eyes lift to mine, and I feel the heat of them where his thumbs are slowly pulling me open. He smirks, and I feel it in my nipples, which tighten painfully right before he lowers his head again, his soft lips rubbing over my throbbing ones before the flat of his tongue laps them, the tip flicking across my clit.

“Son of a bitch,” I whisper.

He laughs against me, and I swear I almost come. Except he stops.

“Namjoon, what are you waiting–”

I choke on my question when he suddenly sucks hard, his teeth grazing my lips before his fingers pull me open and he tongue drives inside.

I swallow a scream as my head flies back as he fucks me with his mouth. Sucking and licking and his tongue moving in and out of me. He quickly adds two of his long ass fingers, which only makes me crazier. My hand on the edge of the counter is holding on so tight it might be cutting into my palm. The other is fisting his hair, my thighs clamped around his face as he devours me.

He grunts against me, and I whimper at the sensation. I’m so close I could cry.

“Joon,” I plead softly. “I want… I want to–”

One of his thumbs rolls over my swollen clit at the same time his tongue and fingers thrust deep. I come instantly, exploding in his mouth as I fall back on my elbows, moaning his name. His hands move to my ass, pulling it off the edge of the counter and against his face as he continues to suck and lick my wildly spasming pussy. When I come down, his tongue runs along my slit one last time before he puts my bare ass back on the counter and climbs to his feet.

“I can’t feel my legs,” I whisper as he rests his hand by my hip, leaning in to kiss me.

“Mmm.” He smirks against my mouth, and I realize I can taste myself on his lips.

I get wet instantly at the thought, and reach up to put my hands on his shoulders.

“I guess that means you’ll have to carry me to the bedroom,” I murmur.

He makes a low growling sound as his large hands yank my hips against his, my trembling legs instantly locking around his ass, as he lifts me off the counter and starts down the hall. My lips land on his neck (because how can I resist?), and I suck gently as my hands slide over his massive pecs down over his abs, toward his—

“Ah!” I gasp as my back hits the wall.

“You just came in my mouth,” he grunts into my ear as my hands pull at his belt. “And you’re still this horny?”

I can’t answer because his lips land on mine, pushing my head back against the wall, distracting me completely from unbuttoning his pants. I nip at his plump lower lip, and he grunts, taking control of the kiss. My lips part in surprise, and I whimper as his tongue slides over mine. My arm curls around the side of his neck, one of my hands driving into his messy hair. His fingers dig into my ass as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more.

He presses forward, pinning me completely to the wall, before his hands let me go. I let out a small scream, tearing my mouth from his, my hands going to his shoulders to keep from falling.

“Namjoon, what are you doing now?”

“Clothes,” he curses.

His fingers curl into the hem of my top, and I jerk as he yanks it over my head, leaving me completely naked.

“Better,” he whispers, his eyes traveling over my exposed skin with awe.

“The bedroom is so close,” I remind him, looping my arms around his neck and teasing the curve of his ear with my tongue.

He grunts and his hands return to my ass, lifting me higher, causing my boobs to bounce. I moan softly when my nipple grazes his lips.

“Bedroom,” he says softly.

“Yeah,” I tilt my head down and kiss the side of his jaw. “The faster the better.”

His soft lips press against my neck, and I quit breathing for a second as he moves us out of the living area. My eyes flutter closed as he begins sucking on my skin. Gently at first and then harder. My hand moves down again, over his chest and abs, zeroing in on his fly. I’m already naked, so my first priority is to even the playing field.

I get his zipper down and his teeth sink into my neck in surprise when my fingers brush against the feverish lump behind it.

“Shit,” he groans. “Let me get to the bed first,” he grunts. “If you keep that up, I’ll drop you.”

“Don’t you dare.”

I try to sound threatening, but it’s hard when his fingers are clenching at my bare ass, holding me tight to his hips, the bulge of his erection grazing against me. Instead it sounds weak and desperate. Which is exactly how I feel right now.

“Mm.”

He moves faster, his lips abandoning my neck as he pushes into the bedroom and throws me on the bed. A small cry leaves my throat, and I whirl around on all fours to look at him.

“What the hell, Namjoon?”

“’Bouta come in my pants,” he swears softly, reaching over his head to pull his shirt off with one hand.

“What?” I blink.

“Nothing,” he says as he swallows, tossing the shirt aside. “Come here.”

He stalks toward the bed, and I scrambled backward.

“Hey, whoa, slow down.”

“Slow down?” He stops at the edge of the mattress and raises a single eyebrow.

A jolt goes through my pussy, and I feel hot all over.

“You were all about going fast two seconds ago,” he says in a low tone.

“Well, yes, but you’re being really…”

“Horny?”

“Aggressive,” I whisper.

Fuck. It’s so hot.

Both his eyebrows rise, and I bite my lip.

“You want me to stop?”

“N-no…” I slide off my side of the bed and walk around the foot.

His eyes follow me, and then his body as he turns to face me when I stop in front of him.

“What are you doing?” He frowns in confusion.

“I just was thinking…” I reach down and unto the button of his pants. “You got dessert on the kitchen counter…”

A throb hits between my legs as I say it, and I clench my thighs together.

“Yeah, so?”

“Well, what about me?” I look up at him as I edge my fingers into the waistband of his pants. “I don’t get some?”

He opens his mouth and I slide my hands into his underwear, my fingertips instantly finding burning, turgid skin.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hands reaching out to grab my wrists. “Hold on.”

“I want to blow you,” I whisper.

“I guessed that.”

His face twists in pain, and for a second, I almost feel guilty.

“Let me sit down first.”

I pull my hands out and wait while he shoves his pants down and off and reaches for his underwear.

“I want to do that,” I pipe up, putting my hand on his shoulder.

“Oh?” His eyes flick up to mine, and I gently push his torso, urging him to sit.

His fine ass lowers to the mattress, and I slide my hands down his chest and abs and over his thighs as I get on my knees in front of him.

I reach for the band of his underwear and tug, squirming as his mammoth cock springs free. He hisses and his hand on the bed fists the sheets.

The longer I look at it the wetter I get. It’s not just big, it’s angry. Red with veins everywhere, the thickest one running up the underside. I swear I can see it throbbing. The head is visibly swollen with precum glistening at the slit. I’m a little surprised his zipper didn’t bust open trying to contain it.

I reach out to touch it, and he tenses.

“I’m not going to bite it,” I mumble.

He makes a low sound, and I put one hand on his thigh as I reach out with my other one and run my fingers from top to bottom.

God, it’s on fire.

The heat of it shoots straight from my fingertips to the aching spot between my legs.

“Ppalli-ga,” he grunts, and I know I have to move faster.

From  how hard he is, I can tell he’s already close. It won’t take much for him to blow.

Moving closer, I bend my head and lick up one side. One of his hands lands on my head, and I immediately repeat the motion. His grip tightens, and I begin licking everywhere. It doesn’t take long before he’s ready. (Not to mention he’s leaking precum like crazy.) When I’m done licking him, I sit back to catch my breath.

Fuck, it’s thick. I always forget how sore my jaw is after I blow him. Probably because I enjoy it so much that I don’t care.

“Goddammit, baby, suck me,” he groans, and I look up to see his head thrown back and the veins in his neck popping.

Wetness floods between my legs, and I gasp, gripping his thigh tighter.

His hips come off the bed, and I jerk back to avoid being smacked in the face with his dick.

“Okay,” I murmur. “I’m starting.”

He nods, or rather, jerks his chin forward, and I lower head, the bulbous tip sliding between my lips.

“Oh my God,” he groans.

I suck slowly at first and then harder as I move up and down. I use my fingers to toy with his balls and to tease the base until I’m ready to take all of it.

I hold my breath as I tilt my head and open my mouth as wide as I can, forcing his massive length between my lips. My jaw pops, and I wince.

His fingers slide into my hair and grip tight as I start to slide up and all the way down again.

“What are you doing?” he grunts suddenly. “Stop. Stop.”

I do but only because he sounds worried.

“I want to do this,” I tell him instantly. “Don’t make me stop now.”

“I’m hurting you. I can feel it,” he murmurs, letting me go.

“Well stop feeling it.” I frown at him, straightening my spine. “All you should feel is orgasmic.”

“Baby–”

“Let me deep throat you, Namjoon. I want to make you feel good.”

He sighs, and I lick the tip of his cock again.

“It does feel good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he mutters. “It feels fucking amazing.”

“Then don’t stop me, okay?”

“Fine.” He leans back, presenting his big dick to me again. “Go ahead.”

Before he even has the whole word out, I have him in my mouth again. I have to figure out my breathing as I go, making sure to suck deep and not graze him with my teeth. I move faster and suck harder with every entrance, ignoring the way his tip feels ramming into the back of my throat.

He starts swearing softly. And then louder. And then all at once in a mixture of Korean and English. His hand goes back to my hair and holds tight as his hips start bucking into me.

He’s going to come soon. I’m certain of it. Bracing for his load, I continue to suck and lick at his thrusting cock.

Suddenly he pulls out, practically standing as he fists my hair and holds my head still where I can’t get my mouth on him.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasps, his raspy voice sending small vibrations through my whole body.

“Okay, so?” I ask hoarsely. “Let me swallow it.”

“Don’t wanna wait to get hard again,” he explains gruffly. “I want to come inside you but not in your mouth.”

“You have a long refractory period,” I remind him. “You could still fuck me even after I suck you dry.”

“Not this time,” he shakes his head, the veins in his neck still popping. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I have things I want to do before I come.”

“Can you last that long?” I ask softly, my eyebrows rising as I glance back at his swollen, wet cock.

I’ve gotten him off enough to know he’s at his absolute limit right now.

“I just need a minute to come down a little,” he says breathlessly. “Then I can keep going.”

“Mmm…okay.”

“Get up on the bed.”

I climb off of my knees slowly, ignoring the tiny bursts of pain in my knees as I crawl onto the mattress. He stands next to the bed, and I watch him inhale and exhale slowly as he regains control over his urge to come.

“Namjoon, if you need to finish, I can–”

“I got it,” he interrupts gruffly. “Lie down on you back for me.”

I blink as he starts to climb on the bed.

“Now, baby. Spread your legs.”

He’s still close, I realize, but he wants to do this anyway, that’s why he’s in such a hurry.

Quickly moving up the bed, I turn onto my back with my head in the pillows like he said. Before I can breathe, he’s on top of me, his giant pecs in my face, his fucking huge biceps on either side of my head.

“You ready for me?” he grunts softly, his fingers dragging through the wet between my legs even as he asks it.

I gasp instead of answering.

“Mm.” He nods, biting his lip. “That’s a yes.”

“Joon…”

“This is going to be rough,” he says quietly. “Can you handle that?”

“Yeah. I can handle—ah!”

My words dissolve into a sharp cry as he suddenly drives into me. My legs lock tight around his hips as I feel it—the fat tip, the thick shaft, his balls against my lips. All of it hot and pulsing and stretching me wide. My pussy squeezes around it, and I hiss his name like a swear word as my back bows off the bed.

“Fuck, your pussy is a miracle,” he groans.

“You’re so thick,” I moan at him. “A little warning next–”

He moves again. Pulling out and thrusting back in. I choke on my sentence and grab onto his broad shoulders. He keeps going, fast, rough just like he said, pounding into me.  One of his hands slides around my thigh under my ass to hold me steady. His other slides inside to the front of my slit, his large thumb zeroing in on my clit which he begins rubbing furiously.

“Namjoon!”

I don’t even feel it building before I’m coming as he continues to growl and jerk against me. I’m not done when he pulls out.

“Wha-what are you–”

“Next position,” he gasps as he grabs my legs and flips me onto my belly.

“I’m still coming, Joon. Wait–”

He doesn’t. Instead, he hooks an arm under my hips and pulls them up, forcing my knees open with his own before he puts a hand on my back and gently pushes my cheek into the pillows.

“Oh God,” I whisper.

His other hand rests on my ass squeezing lightly before I feel him pushing into me again.

“Oh God!”

He slams back into my still-coming pussy, and I whimper into the pillow. It feels so good and so deep—even deeper than before.

“You okay?” he leans over me, his hand coming up to cup my breast. “Too much?”

“Don’t stop,” I murmur. “It’s too good.”

I hear him laugh in surprise, and I feel it in my nipples, which he’s doing a fabulous job toying with. Suddenly, he grabs my whole boob in his hand and starts rutting into me. My knees spread wider on their own and I grab onto the pillow with both hands, my mouth parted in a silent moan.

“Baby?”

“I’m coming,” I hiss. “Again. Harder this time.”

I squeal when he sits up suddenly taking me with him. I’m still full of him, straddling his thighs, which are resting on his heels as he continues to jerk into me, his hands on my chest holding me to him. I grab his wrists with both my hands without thinking. My head falls back on his shoulder, and I press my lips to his neck. My body feels exhausted and overstimulated and like I’ll never stop orgasming.

He grunts sharply, and I feel his hips tense.

“Come with me,” he whispers, his lips landing on my shoulder.

“I can’t,” I choke.

Or I am. I can’t even tell now.

“Just one more,” he bites out. “Now. Now!”

He drives up into me as he comes. My walls spasm at the hot fluid spurting inside me, and I gasp as I another orgasm hits below my belly, racing up my  spine, down my aching legs and up into my nipples. He buries his face in my shoulder, and I struggle to catch my breath as I finally come down. He’s still coming even after I’m finished, probably because he kept bringing himself so close to an orgasm only to delay it again and again. When he finally relaxes, he lifts me off of him slowly, and I lie down on my stomach in the bed next to him.

“I need to clean up,” he says gruffly. “Clean you up too.”

I nod because I’m so exhausted I’m not sure I can speak. When he comes back with a rag, I roll onto my side and wince at the ache in my legs.

“What?” He frowns instantly. “Did I hurt you? I was too rough, wasn’t I? Fuck.”

“No.” I shake my head at him. “I really liked that.”

“Oh…” He blinks. “You did?”

“I came like four times or something,” I remind him. “I definitely liked it.”

“Well…good.”

He runs the rag between my legs and over my thighs, and when he walks away, I grab his pillow and pull it under my cheek.

“Are you going to sleep now?” he asks softly when he comes back.

“Mmm. I don’t know,” I whisper. “I could. You wore me out.”

“I was hoping to watch a little TV first.”

“Okay,” I mumble, “but body is a puddle, so, if we’re going to cuddle, you’re going to have to pick me up.”

He yanks on some sweat pants and climbs in bed beside me.

“I can read if you want to just go to sleep now,” he says quietly.

“Mm.”

“You have to sit up though while I put this shirt on you.”

“Why?” I yawn. “I can sleep naked.”

He clears his throat, and I watch his eyes skim over my body.

“Trust me,” he says hoarsely, “you need to put on this shirt.”

I bite my lip as he reaches over to help me into the oversized FG shirt. I collapse into his pillow again as soon as it’s on, the warm, soft fabric that smells like him making me even sleepier.

“Goodnight, baby,” he murmurs as he reaches over me to grab his book off the nightstand.

“Goodnight, Namjoon.”

My eyes flutter closed as I feel his soft lips press against my temple, and then I fall into a blissful, post-orgasmic sleep.

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Translations:

Ppalli-ga - go fast

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Hello there! I hope you are fine.Okaaaay so I'd like to have a matchup! That's my first time doing this so I hope that's fine and doesn't take much time!

So uh I'm 17 and a pan. I have short, straight black hair with black-ish big eyes. I have an round face with chubby cheeks even though I'm a bit of the thin side.I have long eyelashes and wear glasses. So basically I have baby face and I don't show my age at all! As for my height I'm 5"7(1.70 cm)

For my personality, I'm that mom-friend that every friend group has. Need some painkillers? BAM! Need some pads? Do you need 1 or 50? You are hurt? Don't worry I have an aid kit. Your stomach or head hurts? Honey, don't you worry I have a various kind of herb teas with myself.

If someone needs a shoulder to cry on, that person is me. If somebody hurts my friends I go like "So you are saying that he/she/they broke your heart? Okay give me the names and addresses. Now."I would deal with them and then say "So do I need to break some more faces?" I'm not that violent but if they touch my family and friends.... May God help them.

But I'm actually very kind and smiley. I'm the kind of person who smiles at strangers, hold the door for them, talk with a waiter casually and smile at them as well. I never judge someone for their nationality, skin color, language, sexuality etc. And If I see someone bully another person for these reasons or another one, I stand against the bully and if needed I beat them.

I may seem like an cold and serious person at first meeting but over time I'm the biggest goofball and crackheaf you can ever see! Sometimes I'm a bit sarcastic and tease my closest friends a lot- ofc I never offend them. I know what they are insecure about( if they are, WHICH isn't allowed on my watch.- and My friends always tell me that I kinda flirt with them but I never realize and When I actually try to flirt, I can't?

For the hobbies; I love watching anime, listening and observing people, comforting people or just listen their rantings, reading, listening music and singing.... I am not that good at gardening and stuff but sometimes I do this as well...

🍰 for @unabashednightmarepizza

Romantic Matchup

Sugawara Koushi

How yall met

You guys actually had a lot of mutual friends

And he always heard your name come up

Like everytime he was around his friends he heard

“Oh you're hungry? go find Y/n she always carries snacks

“Sorry i don't have any tylenol, but Y/n usually has some”

“Omg i love y/n she is always so nice!”

So when Kiyoko told the team they were getting a new manager named Y/n

He immediately recognized you as the girl all his friends talk about

And when you walked into the gym

Suga was taken aback

You were STUNNING

You went over to him and introduced yourself

“Hey aren't you one of F/N friends?’’

Uhm yeah! I'm suga it's nice to meet you”

You ended up inviting him to hang out with you and F/N at the fair in town after practice

Of course he agreed to come

The rest of practice went all like usual

And when it was over you and suga started walking to the fairgrounds;;;. together

But once you got there your friend had texted you that something came up and she couldn't make it

Looks like it was just gonna be you and suga

But you saw this as a good opportunity to get to know him so you didn't mind

Omg you two had so much fun!

You rode every ride possible and even won some of the fair games

You and suga started hanging out a lot more after that day

And after a few months he found the guts to ask you out

What they love about you

Ok first off

This man loves EVERYTHING about you

But if we're gonna be picky

He loves how caring you are

You always seem to be doing SOMETHING for SOMEONE

It doesn't matter if its a stranger or one of your friends

Your always helping people

Whether that be by feeding them

Supplying them with anything they need

Helping them with homework

Or even just checking in on them

Your kind to everyone you meet and he loves it!

He loves how you would NEVER judge anyone

You treat everyone as equals

No matter their

Race

Gender

Age

Sexuality

Background

(Which btw period we love that)

he loves that you just accept everyone for who they are

He loves that you're secretly a crackhead

Even though you look like your all sweet and innocent

Your secretly a little gremlin

Which is great because he is to

We all know that suga is secretly very chaotic dont try me

So you guys always have little moments where you just get into all sorts of trouble together

And he loves to have those little moments with you

What you love about them

You love that he is also the mom friend

You and him are both basically the therapist friends

Which is actually a really good thing

Because no one ever really check in on the therapist friend yk

But you guys make sure to check in on eachother

You love that it's never awkward with him

You know those times where people just fall into that awkward silence?

Yeah that never happens with you two

Usually you both are always talking about something

And even when it is silent

It's still never awkward

Everything with Suga just feels so natural

And you don't know why/how

But your not complaining either soooo

Favorite things to do together

Oh literally anything

He just really likes to spend time with you

But once again if we're gonna get picky

He likes to read with you while listening to music

It's always a vibe when yall do this

You just put on some chill music and read in silence together

He likes to watch tv and cuddle with you

He finds these kinds of moments with you very intimate

But deciding on what to watch get very...interesting

“But you said i could pick the show this time”

“We are not going to watch The Promised Neverland for the 8th time”

He likes to just sit and talk to you

It can be about anything

Literally anything

And you guys don't even have to go in depth with these conversation either

He genuinely just likes conversing with you

Random Hc

Suga has a green thumb

So he always helps you with gardening

He's had to hold you back from beating up your friends ex

Until he heard what they did

Then he let you go ham

You guys go to the carnival every year for your anniversary

He will literally only drink the tea you make him

Or he'll make the tea you've taught him how to make

Ever since he's tried your tea everyone elses just tastes wrong

Overall Aesthetic

Cottagecore/Soft girl/boy

Songs-

Corduroy Dreams (rex orange county)

Sunkissed (khai dreams)

Sunflower (Harry Styles)

Hey Lover (wabie)

Campus (vampire weekend)

[staytheb]

My Last

Pairing: GOT7′s Mark x OC [Melanie] Genre:slice of life, slight fluff, slight angst Word Count: 3,945 Summary: Melanie’s beginning to think if the heartaches are worth it over the thought of being alone in the end as Mark isn’t as attentive or much a boyfriend lately.

Warning: not proofread. lol

hi again. this is another re-work, Endure, fitted for this kpop related blog. ofc it’s GOT7′s Mark, lol, but oh well it is what it is also i don’t know much about other people’s views on relationships or other females view about it either, but this is just based on my own along with the song and mv from PREEN called Don’t Like Being Alone. other than that i’m slowly getting back into writing, but it’s not where i would like it to be and so why a lot of re-writing is happening. although it’s not a bad thing or so i think. but yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

It was late and Melanie couldn't sleep. So she spent most of her time scrolling through her phone when she stumbled upon an old music video. She hadn't heard the song in a long while and casually clicked on it. Upon hearing the familiar beat and the singer's vocals, Melanie realized that the lyrics hit close to her current situation. She could've clicked out of it, but something within her allowed the song to continued on.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello?"

"Mark, hi!"

Melanie greeted her boyfriend over the phone before asking him where he was.

"You didn't respond back, but I'm outside your apartment complex. Where are you?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm not home. I'm out with the boys right now."

Mark answered before getting distracted on his end by one of his friends.

"I'll call you back, later, okay?"

Mark abruptly hung up on her as Melanie stared blankly at her mobile device with a sad sigh. She placed her phone onto the already occupied passenger seat of a gift bag and large Pikachu plush doll.

"I guess you did forget about it in the end, huh, Mark?"

Melanie muttered to herself while petting the yellow stuffed toy before starting the car.

"I guess playing with your friends is more important than celebrating our anniversary."

~~~~~~~~~~

Quietly listening to the song of the past that fitted with her present, Melanie realized that it was true. Girls didn't like being alone. They didn't like being neglected or being left alone to think of unhappy thoughts. Girls didn't like the thought of being forgotten or to suffer. They didn't like it when their partners didn't give them that sense of safety, security, and protection. That they don't like it when you don't give them a call or a message just to let them know that you're simply thinking about or missing them. Melanie's heart grew heavy with her last thought. The thought that she really didn't like it when her boyfriend didn't care or know a thing about her either

~~~~~~~~~~

"Guess who?"

Melanie playfully whispered into Mark's ear while covering his eyes with her hands upon coming up from behind him at the cafe where they were having a date today in a long while.

"Um, Fei?"

Mark guessed with a nervous laugh as Melanie chuckled quietly while brushing it off.

"Nope. Guess again."

"Oh, Min?"

"No."

"Jia?"

"Not even close. C'mon, it's easy. You should really know, Mark."

"Hmm?"

Mark pondered as Melanie rolled her eyes playfully before frowning when he couldn't guess that it was her a fourth time.

"Oh, I know. Suzy!"

There was a long pause. Melanie was really hoping that her boyfriend was just messing with her.

"We were just talking earlier before meeting up right now."

She tried giving him a hint, but wasn't sure if that was even gonna be enough with how he's been answering earlier.

"Oh, did we? Who could you be then?"

Mark hummed as he pondered on the answer. Melanie quietly sighed as she was about to end the game when she heard Mark speak.

"Oh! I know for sure. It's, Ayeon, right?"

Mark exclaimed happily as he grabbed onto Melanie's hands to remove them and looked over his shoulder at the person.

"Oh, Melanie. It's just you."

Melanie's frown deepened upon his reaction and the words that left his mouth. Mark didn't notice as he turned his attention away and motioned for his girlfriend to take a seat. Melanie reluctantly took a seat while giving Mark a look.

"We really spoke not that long ago, Mark. Also we've known one another for a long while before we even dated."

Mark casually shrugged with a lopsided grin.

"I guess I'm not good at recognizing voices then."

Before Melanie could counter the waiter appeared with their drinks as Mark had ordered ahead of time.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, Melanie, I already ordered you your favorite drink."

Mark placed Melanie's favorite drink in front of her while taking his own.

"Anyways, I've already paid so don't worry about it, but I gotta get going though." Mark suddenly announced while standing up.

"Brian and I have this project due soon and our boss just moved our deadline forward than it was before."

"But what about our date?" Melanie asked him a bit confused and a slightly annoyed.

"We'll, have another one later this week. I promise. Seeya."

Mark gave Melanie a quick kiss to the cheek before leaving the cafe as Melanie's eyebrows furrowed and her expression soured more.

"You were the one that planned this date and even have postponed it twice already within the past three weeks." Melanie muttered to herself annoyed. "So when are we going to have a proper date, Mark?"

She sighed as she glared at her so-called favorite drink that her boyfriend had ordered for her.

"It would be my favorite drink, Mark, if you had ordered the right one."

She sighed again as she reached out to twirl the straw.

"I like guava. Not honeydew."

She took a sip of the milk tea drink. Even if she didn't like the whole flavor a lot, she disliked wasting things the most. The other thing she disliked a lot was people making promises that they couldn’t keep.

~~~~~~~~~~

So when the song came to an end, Melanie wasn't sure how or what to feel now. There was such a mixture of things to feel and it left her mind to do what it wanted to do on its own. Due to the lyrics of the songs it didn't stop the thoughts from floating about in her head. Girls really just didn't like being lonely, ever. If a girl really had to choose to be heartbroken or being alone, then in the end she would rather choose to be heartbroken. Because it's easier to deal with a broken heart than facing the loneliness of being alone. Eventually though over time it wears the person down. Melanie sighed as the realization of those thoughts hit her again and she wondered out loud with a far off gaze.

"So how much longer could I endure the heartaches before turning to loneliness in the end?"

~~~~~~~~~~

"Melanie, hey! This is Sunmi. She's a colleague. Sunmi this is my..."

Mark introduced his co-worker to his girlfriend yet he seemed like he blanked out on when to introduce Sunmi to Melanie.

"Hi, Sunmi. I'm Mark's girlfriend, Melanie. It's nice to meet you."

Melanie introduced herself instead while shaking hands with Sunmi. Melanie had showed up to Mark's work to give him a surprise lunch since it's been a while since she's been there.

"Wow, you're so pretty. Mark didn't mention that he had a girlfriend though."

Sunmi complimented Melanie, but also didn't mean anything by her next set of words that stung Melanie a bit although she didn't show it.

"I see. Well, we've been dating for more than a year, but have known another one like five."

"Wow, that's pretty cool. I'm totally surprised I haven't met you since I've been working here longer than Mark."

"Well, the opportunity never showed up until now." Mark responded while rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Right, I see."

Melanie shot Mark a small smile while holding up a homemade lunch towards him.

"Well, I just came to give you lunch since I made a little too much earlier."

"Oh, I already ate."

Mark casually said as he didn't take the offer meal.

"I see. Sunmi?"

Melanie turned her attention to Sunmi with a small smile.

"She already ate, too." Mark answered for his colleague.

Melanie nodded in understanding and was about to take back the meal when Sunmi reached out and took it from her hands.

"But I don't mind. I had a light lunch and I haven't had a home-cooked meal in a long while. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I hope you enjoy it."

Melanie shot her a kind smile before casting her eyes onto her boyfriend.

"Anyways, I'll get going. See you later."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye, Melanie. It was nice to meet you."

"Yeah, me too."

Melanie shot them a smile before turning around to leave while mumbling for only herself to hear.

"How long can I keep this up until I can't anymore?"

~~~~~~~~~~

Several days later the couple attended their friend, Jackson's, birthday dinner at a restaurant that Melanie has been wanting to go to. There were some people that Melanie knew and others she didn't. Everyone was enjoying themselves with eating, laughing, and telling jokes and stories throughout the night. Some time later the conversation shifted and the atmosphere between them all suddenly grew awkward due to an innocent question by one of Mark and Jackson's friend.

"Hey, Mark. Where's your girlfriend?"

Melanie stared at the male, Chris, who had asked the question although she's been sitting beside Mark all night.

"Did Sunmi have something else to do tonight?"

Although she hadn't known Chris for that long, but she was sure that Mark had introduced the two of them before. Right? All of a sudden Melanie wasn't able to recall if Mark had introduced her as his girlfriend to his friends, but she herself did state that phrase all the time.

"Chris, Sunmi's not Mark's girlfriend. It's Melanie." Another friend, BamBam, corrected while pointing at Melanie.

Melanie actually knew BamBam longer than she did Mark. That was how she and Mark met in the first place through BamBam.

"You remember her, right? You met Melanie at my Christmas party a few months ago. Besides, Sunmi's only Mark's co-worker."

"Oh, wow. Now, that's embarrassing. I'm so sorry about the confusion." Chris apologized while looking between Melanie and the person, sitting next to her on the other side of her.

"I thought you were Jinyoung's girlfriend because the two of you have been talking a lot to one another throughout dinner."

Melanie cast Chris a polite smile while excusing herself as she grab her things stating that she just needed to use the restroom. Somehow that question had turned her off from enjoying the rest of Jackson's birthday dinner and didn't want to spoil  the rest of it with her sour mood because of Chris' question. Melanie instead took a breather once she exited the restaurant and tried to gather herself while debating if she wanted to go back inside. She didn't want the others to think it had affected her too much causing them all to become awkward in the end.

She inhale and exhale a few times while looking towards the night sky with a heavy heart. If she actually left now, then it would be awkward since she had come with Mark. Also she knew that Jackson would get upset and blow up her phone if she didn't properly bid him a good night. The last thought caused a slight chuckle to escape as she let out another calm breath already deciding to head on back inside. Just as she had turned around Melanie saw that Mark was making his way towards her.

"Hey, Melanie, are you okay?"

He held her shoulders while looking at his girlfriend with a worried look.

"Yeah, Mark, I'm fine."

She mustered up a small smile upon answering her boyfriend.

"I hope you're not that upset with Chris about what he had said earlier. It's not really that big of a deal to be worked up about."

Melanie's small smile instantly disappeared. She cast her boyfriend a tired and annoyed look.

"Not a big deal, Mark? Really? Are you being for real right now?"

Melanie meant it as a rhetorical question, but she saw that Mark was about to respond to her and didn't allow him to.

"Chris assumed that you and I aren't together. That you were dating your co-worker, Sunmi, and I was dating Jinyoung."

Her tone suddenly became firmer and she felt heated.

"Honestly, Mark, a majority of them seem to forget that you and I are actually a couple. Do we not interact like one or something for them to think otherwise?"

"Of course we do, Melanie." Mark answered immediately as if trying to reassure her of their relationship. "We go on plenty of dates. We hang out as much as we can. We hold hands, we kiss, we cuddle, and we do all that other lovey-doevy stuff that other couples do, too."

Still to Melanie it didn't sound all that convincing.

"Are you sure, Mark?"

Mark opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. He looked like a fish with its mouth opening and closing while thinking of what kind of answer to give his girlfriend. Melanie sighed tiredly and decided whether she should or shouldn't continue her relationship with Mark.

"Do you even know what I like or dislike, Mark?"

Melanie asked him.

"Like my favorite flower? Favorite color? Favorite food? Or even what movies or dramas I like to watch? Or the hobbies I enjoy?"

Mark continued to look like a fish staring right back at his girlfriend.

"Do you even know the date of my birthday or of our anniversary?"

Still no response. Melanie sighed softly before asking two more questions in hopes that her boyfriend could maybe salvage what little they had to continue on with their relationship.

"Do you even know anything about me since we've known each other for five years or about us since we officially got together, Mark?"

Mark slowly removed his hands from her shoulders and let them fall by his sides. He also avoided all eye-contact with Melanie and chose to instead look at the ground that seemed to be way more interesting than his girlfriend. Because of his actions, to Melanie, this indicated that he didn't know or was unable to give her any sort of response she would be satisfied with.

"I can't do this anymore, Mark. I really can't." Melanie admitted with a sad tone.

"I love you and only you, but I just can't endure any more heartaches because of you, Mark. I can't endure an us when there's really just a you and just a me in this kind of relationship of ours."

She cast him a teary gaze.

"I really thought that I'll be your last without worrying about the loneliness."

Melanie took a few steps back from Mark which caught his attention more after hearing what she had just said. He looked up at her alarmed.

"What are you trying to say, Melanie?"

She cast him a sad smile.

"Let's break up."

There was a paused before Mark stared at her.

"Like taking a breather sort of break?"

Melanie shook her head.

"Or did you actually meant...?"

He trailed off with widened eyes although he knew exactly what Melanie meant, but couldn't let it sink in to process fully. The sad smile only grew on Melanie's face as she took a few more steps back from Mark.

"Goodbye, Mark, and take real care."

~~~~~~~~~~

It was four in the morning and Mark was outside of Melanie's apartment after their break-up from a few months ago. He knocked door every so often in hopes of Melanie answering so he could actually speak to her. They haven't contacted one another since the break-up and so Melanie wondered what her ex-boyfriend wanted as she peeked through the peephole. She was going to ignore him, but he was persistent. She sighed and opened the door with Mark in mid-knock so that her neighbors wouldn't become annoyed and check the situation.

The pair stared at one another as Melanie awaited what Mark wanted to explain himself. As for Mark he stood there as to collect his thoughts as his mind totally blanked once his ex-girlfriend opened the door. Still, even after like three minutes had passed, the silence continued without either of them speaking. Melanie sighed knowing that she shouldn't have expected Mark to change and was about to close the door when Mark held a hand against the door to prevent Melanie from closing it.

Just as Melanie glared at Mark and was about to say something, but she quickly noticed the dark circles beneath his eyes. Melanie also noticed that his faced seemed haggard than before. She wondered how she could have missed that and only noticed them now. She assumed her mind was hoping for something else and missed them. Melanie face soften as she came to the thought that it might've been due to their break-up that caused Mark to look so pale and tired, too. Well, she hoped that was the case.

"Forget-Me-Nots."

Mark suddenly blurted out as Melanie's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What?"

"Your favorite flower, forget-me-not. Because of the color and how it got it's name."

"BamBam probably told you that, Mark."

Melanie tried to reason, but Mark shook his head with a small smile.

"There's a horror movie with the same name and the flower ended up becoming your favorite after you watched it."

"BamBam probably told you that, too, since my sister and him are the only one that knows that."

"Blue is your favorite color although you don't wear it often."

Melanie was going to counter, but Mark continued to talk.

"But you do wear your most disliked color which is red a lot though."

"Look, M-"

Mark interrupted her and pushed the door a little wider when he felt that Melanie was trying to close it on him again.

"You don't have a favorite food in particular as you like eating everything, but you do have a stash of snacks and candies that you even carry a few in your bag. It's the same with movies and shows as you don't have a favorite and you like watching them although you're not into animated films like your sister."

Melanie tried to wrap this whole thing around her head, but it just left her more confused on why he was answering the questions months later.

"Why?"

Melanie asked causing Mark to stop to stare at her.

"Why, what?"

"Why, now, Mark? What does it matter to you in finally being able to answer the questions months I asked after we broke up? So why? Why now? What does this benefit you in the end?"

"Because I can't continue to convince myself that I don't miss you, Melanie."

Mark confessed.

"I try so hard to not think of you, Melanie, I do. I always see your face every time I close my eyes. I just can't escape. I don't wanna fall asleep knowing that you'll end up appearing in my dreams all night long every time."

Melanie was left speechless by his confession. As for Mark he felt relieved admitting what's been burdening him these past few months.

"I never realized how much of a difference your presence impacted my life when I came to terms with the truth that you were no longer mine or a part of my life anymore."

Mark wanted to reach out and take Melanie into his arms, but he restrained himself knowing that he didn't have that privileged and right to do that anymore.

"I neglected your importance and your feelings, but most of all out of everything in the end I failed to see that I neglected you, Melanie, and the love you gave." Mark admitted.

"You're the one who was supposed to be my last that I would love and only love, but I treated you like you meant nothing to me."

Melanie regarded Mark throughout his confession and admittance while feeling his words and emotions tug at her heartstrings. Could she really forgive him so easily? Could she even think about being in a relationship with him again? Could she even see a future for them if she gave him another chance, but if he asks for another chance though? Melanie honestly didn't know for sure, but she did know for sure was that she wanted to do one thing right then and there.

"Can I hug you?"

Instead of receiving a response Melanie felt herself being pulled towards Mark's chest without any sort of hesitation. Mark enveloped Melanie into his arms having missed the way she felt within his embrace after realizing how much those intimate moments meant. Although initially shocked by the sudden skinship as she thought that Mark may not have wanted to hug, but she relaxed and hugged him back. Melanie relished in the familiar scent and feel of Mark that she got lost in the mood and missed what Mark had just said.

"Hmm?"

She hummed while pulling back far enough to look at him.

"What did you say?"

Mark smiled as he repeated what he had just said a moment ago.

"November sixteen. January sixteen."

Melanie gave him a funny look before realization hit her that Mark answered the last two questions before they broke up.

"The day of my birthday and our anniversary."

Mark nodded as his smiled widened before speaking.

"You had a major and long crush on me and liked me ever since moving here."

"I did not."

Mark ignored Melanie's comment.

"You think you suck at cooking which is partially true, but it's passable when you put in actual effort."

Melanie slightly smacked his forearm, but Mark continued with a lighter tone to his voice.

"And you've been wanting for us to officially move in together some time late next year and maybe once we're settled to adopt a pet dog since you're slightly allergic to cats."

"Wow, BamBam really has a big mouth and can't keep secrets."

Melanie pouted now knowing that Mark new that she wanted to live together with him.

"Big mouth or not, Melanie, but I'm so sorry for causing you so much heartache while we were together. I'm willing to spend the rest of my life to never make you feel alone or lonely ever again."

"That's a really big responsibility to take, Mark. How do you even know I wanna get back together with you?"

"Because you asked me for a hug."

Melanie was confused by his words at first, but then remember telling him back when they had first met that for her a hug always meant reconciliation. It was because she was never one for initiating skinship unless she felt like it or when the time called for it. Also if Melanie ever fought with her significant other and she wanted to be the one to make up first, then she would initiate the hug to settle the score.

"You remembered?" She asked in disbelief.

"Eventually I did after thinking and reminiscing over the past few months and the time we spent with one another over the years for it to register in my memory."

Mark admitted with a sheepish chuckle.

"It just took me a lot longer to realize a lot of things, Melanie, but I really hope you'll continued to lead me well and be patient because I don't wanna lose you ever again."

He gently cupped her face while rubbing circles over her cheekbones with his thumbs.

"I don't know what I'll do if I can't see your face ever again, Melanie."

"Then don't, Mark."

Mark was confused before Melanie hugged him again, but tighter as she spoke into his chest.

"Because I've loved and missed you too much to not have endured all of it for this long to not give another chance at us again."

Mark hugged Melanie just as tight while nuzzling his face against her head.

"This time and until the end of time, my love for you will make up for all the heartaches I caused. Because you are my last and I'm yours."

[hadestownmodern]

Hi this is Danielle,

I was going to post this on Monday, but then life happened so I might be casually later than I’d wanted but that’s fine.

It’s the ten year anniversary week of Victorious apparently and so Annika and I decided to say fuck it and use this same date as our friendship anniversary too, and by extension, a way to say thank you to you all for your support and also, as a way to introduce ourselves to those of you who are just joining us. Welcome, we hope you enjoy your stay, we love you very much. What I wanted to do was give everyone who’s just joining us-or wasn’t with us in February-a little background

so, here’s an origin story...

ten years ago we were writing some very angsty, very unplanned and crazy stuff. For Victorious, of course. This is deep, deep lore. I was 14, and Annika was 12. We were sending chapters of this long fic back and forth, literally having no discussion on plot, and messaging over fanfic messenger. And because I have no chill clearly, I never changed my username. Fast-forward ten years later, after a long fic and a sequel were published, that’s how Annika found me, still Hollywood, asking if I was the same person. So, we started talking again.

Fast-forward a hot sec and she says “yeah I’m going to NY on Valentine’s Day” and I say “what if...I came too...or....”

And then I bought the seats next to her, THEN put in for a day off I didn’t even know if I’d get. Picture me, a humble preschool teacher, sweating during naptime because I’d just made a crazy impulse decision and didn’t even know if I’d be able to get to NY....wild.

But I did get the day..and so we counted down to the day, which took forever. A whole three months or so of daily update texts of how many more months/weeks/days were left. And then when it finally came? Picture me, sitting on a bus next to my wonderful, beautiful-souled cousin who is a gift to this earth, (follow @bloomsinthebittersnow​ , to whom Hadestown also brought me closer  to, who is just as impulsive as me, and who deserves every single feeling f love and support) and panic texting updates of my location every other minute.

We get to port authority and I’m literally about to lose my damn mind, calling her and asking where she is. She says something about a piano, and we go up two escalators just. Searchin. Here’s the piano in question with my travel-exhausted face, it’s my favorite historical landmark. Please excuse my emoji face, I’d been crying for hours because I took this the day we left so you get emoji me.

And then? I’ve never hugged a person so hard in my life. We spent the whole weekend just. Being able to be crackheads in person. Seeing Hadestown from the balcony, crying and laughing and being little shits. Seeing jagged little pill on the day of jaggedlittlepepperspray. Then seeing Hadestown all over again on a whim. 

Having a full fledged weekend-long sleepover. After ten years. After being nothing more than simple children writing angst with no direction that we were so very proud of, coming from that place of love and support to now, where we basically just got to pick up where we left off? Still crackheads, still writing, but now? We can use FaceTime. I have the absolute privilege to say that I got to have that moment, that we came this far. And I just...I’m so thankful for that.  It’s my hope that you all can find a person like this in your lives. I feel incredibly blessed to be able to tell this story. This is why the au is so important to me: because we can escape. Because we can find joy in our little cracked-out headcanons again. Because we can text about stupid shit like Orpheus in baseball pants at 2am. Because we get to share this all with you. But mostly, because Hadestown brought Annika and I back together.

So here’s my thank you to you guys, who have loved and supported us from our humble beginnings posting random shit on our own blogs, to making this because we were in our own feelings writing too much, to where we are now, being able to talk to you all and get to know you as the kind, supportive, beautiful human beings you all are.

Thank you for that, and thank you Hadestown for helping me find my person again.

-Danielle.

[shanie-the-toyaddict]

3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 12 and 13 for the End of the year Asks.

3. Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

I’d have to say either Chris Tomlin or Passion. I really got into Christian music this year and it helped me through some of the tougher moments.

4. Movie of the year?

I basically watched one non-musical movie all year and it was Demolition Man in April. But if I had to pick any “film” that hit me, it’d be the Hamifilm. I’d watched the bootleg a few times before that but seeing it in full HD was glorious.

BTW: WERE THIS YEAR NOT A SHIT SHOW, I CAN GUARENTEE “IN THE HEIGHTS” WOULD BE MY ANSWER HERE! (grumblegrumble2020bullfuckerygrumble)

5. TV show of the year?

Does Smackdown count? LOL! If Smackdown doesn’t count, then I’d have to say Xena. Yes, it’s a really old show, but I’ve been having a hell of a Xena resurgence this year, so that’s my pick.

7. Favorite actor of the year?

Considering his recent stints on NCIS. I am fighting every fiber of my being to NOT put Shane O Mac as my answer here, so outside of him and any other wrestlers I’d have to go with Ethan Slater. The SpongeBob Musical Proshot hit in late 2019 and I rode that high into 2020, with Ethan still being one of my biggest guys right now. Plus, “Life is Weird” hit this year which I absolutely ADORE. Spotify WINS! Oh, and my mom bought me TSBM DVD for Christmas. So that’s pretty cool too,

9. Best month for you this year?

December, by far.  We’ve only got a few days left and nothing catastrophic has happened to me thus far. Brodie’s death was horrible, but it’s 2020 and there’s no such thing as a perfect month. But with my getting my Christmas Club payout last month, on top of a big helping of extra money from food stamps and LIHEAP, I had a ton of money for Christmas Presents this year, including a good many for myself! (See the most recent Action Figure Update.) Sure, the slow post office has been annoying, but it’s been an awesome holiday season this year and I’m excited to see what 2021 has to offer.

12. Talk about a new friend you made this year

There’s this one totally sweet lady I met on Tumblr who I nicknamed Zaynee. She’s just the best. She’s kind, thoughtful, funny, positively awesome to chat with, and she introduced me to this whole new ship called Zowens which, prior to this year I wasn’t really that big on, but BOY OH BOY DID THAT EXPLODE! I mean, true, we did become mutuals LAST year (12/27/2019 Happy Anniversary, Darling) but this year she became the best friend I could ever hope for. Every day when I log on to tumblr, I rush to see if she posted anything new and, if she did, I eagerly eat it up. Yummy yummy Zaynee content. And, on the nights when I’m having episodes, I love to search through her blog for happy posts and zowens stuff that always manages to cheer me up. Holy fuckbeans I just love her so much. Bestest Tumblr Friend EVER.  

And... possibly a bit self-indulgent, who else did you think I was going to put here, sweetie???

13. How was your birthday this year?

Ok, since this is getting long, I’ll try to make this short.

Last Christmas, my mother (although she’s never admitted this was her intention) decided to teach me a lesson about why we don’t demand gifts. For years I had gotten bitchy and pushy about how “You never get me what I ask for for Christmas” and last year, I actually gave her a physical list – which she made a point of not getting a single thing from. She’s never said why she did it, but the disappointment I had on Christmas day when I got nothing I wanted, in contrast with the JOY my parents displayed over my mostly-dollar-tree gifts went a LONG way for teaching me the spirit of giving.

Perhaps this is why, for Christmas this year, I just dropped casual hints while splurging greatly in my own gift giving. Christmas was very nice this year and, when I didn’t DEMAND stuff, I found I got just what I wanted.

However, this was about my birthday.  

My birthday is June 10th. Because I got NOTHING I wanted for Christmas, and one of the big things I wanted was a new computer, my mom told me she’d try to get it for me for my birthday instead.

Well, on June 2nd of this year, there was a storm. A bigun. And in the storm, the power surged not once, not twice, but THREE times.

If I had to guess what happened, the first time shorted out my surge protector. The second one knocked out my electronics while the third positively FRIED them.

When the power came back on, my monitor and my printer were completely bricked, while my computer was on the fritz and TWO of my external hard drives were not responding.

I was crushed. All that hardware fried in 6 seconds.

My mother, bless her, over the course of June, took a large sum of money from her personal savings and replaced my entire set up by herself. New PC, New Monitor, New Printer, New 10TB HD, ALL OF IT. The only thing I was responsible for was the new surge protector (which I did NOT skimp on!)  

So, as fate would have it, both my Christmas and Birthdays this year were pretty swell.

And that was not remotely short. Dammit.

Anyway, Thanks @ilovesamizayn for the ask! Love ya, babe.

[starryeyedkoo]

Behind those chocolate eyes - Chapter 5

(credits to @sweetopiaa for the header)

Genre: Vampire!Jungkook, Vampire!BTS, High School!AU, fluff, angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of alcoholism

Summary: When some new boys move to town and start at your uneventful high school, one of them catches your eye, but you can’t seem to figure out exactly why. Others think that you’ve caught his eye as well, but his distant personality says otherwise. You decide you want to know him, but the closer the two of you get the more you get the feeling that there’s something he’s not telling you.

Word Count: 3.7k

link to masterlist in bio!!

It had been almost five months since that day Jungkook had asked you out on a date, and one hundred days since you had “become official.” Consequently, you two were going to celebrate your one hundred day anniversary together today. You were excited of course, you really liked Jungkook, and he made sure that you knew he felt the same. However, it seemed the person most enthusiastic about this anniversary was Mina. Ever since you and Jungkook started dating, she was an avid supporter, always telling you that Jungkook was a really good guy and that you two were perfect for each other. And as much as you hate to sound cheesy, you completely agreed. You and Jungkook had originally planned to casually spend the night in and just watch a movie and spend some time together, but Mina insisted that you two do something a bit more official. So, with her help, you reserved a table for two at a pretty nice restaurant in the nearby bigger city where you and Jungkook would eat and then you would go to a light show in the park. You had your doubts at first, but you ended up liking the idea, so you agreed.

Mina had come over to your house to help you get ready. You had told her that you would be okay to do it on your own, but she always loved helping you get ready and she knew you appreciated it too, so she came over anyway. You showed her a few options of dresses, and you ended up wearing a casual chambray dress with some sandals, making it the perfect outfit for going to a restaurant and then the park in the warming weather. You wore your hair down and Mina helped with your makeup, and as time went by you found yourself getting increasingly nervous about going out tonight. 

Your personal life may have been going good with Jungkook, but the town as a whole, was not doing nearly as well. More people had been getting injured at night, earlier in the night than before as well, and no one dared be out past curfew, knowing that the few who did were left in critical condition. No one else had died since the first two people had lost their lives, but there was a dark cloud of fear and despair over the entirety of the population at the moment. You were worried about getting back as late as you would, and you had tried to move up the reservation at the restaurant so you and Jungkook could return earlier, but all reservations were full. You suggested that you instead just cancelled the plans and went back to your original plan of staying in, but Jungkook knew that you would actually be upset if you missed the light show, which you had been looking forward to since you planned it, so he assured you that you would be perfectly safe with him. 

Truthfully, in the one hundred days the two of you had been together, you had found that Jungkook found it somewhat difficult to show his feelings, making you think at first that maybe he didn’t really reciprocate what you felt for him. However, it was times such as these when he assured you and cared for your well being that you knew he really did care. 

Mina is just finishing your makeup as you hear the doorbell downstairs ring, and you don’t feel like waiting, nor do you want to make Jungkook wait, so you pull away from Mina’s hands and rush down the stairs while Mina yells at you for almost making her ruin the entire makeup look. You laugh and then open the door to see your wonderful boyfriend, dressed in a white button up and some jeans with his Timberland boots, one of your favorite outfits that he wore often. You also noticed that he was carrying a bouquet of flowers, which you point out saying, “Aw, how sweet... and cheesy.”

“Only for you,” he says, earning a girlish giggle out of you. “Happy anniversary.” He places a soft kiss to your forehead as he walks through the door into your house.

“Aren’t you two cute?” Mina says sarcastically. “Now come on (y/n), I need to finish your makeup.” Jungkook looks flustered, which you assume is from the fact that Mina had just witnessed everything, and knowing him, he wasn’t one to show much affection in front of others.

“I think it’s fine, Mina. Besides, we should probably be going.” You check your phone to see the time. It’s getting somewhat late, so you decide that you should go ahead and leave to make sure you arrive on time for your reservation at the restaurant. You take the flowers and hurriedly put them in a vase before you thank Mina and leave with Jungkook as he drives with you into the city for your night out. Jungkook is the type of boyfriend that liked to be touchy in subtle ways, like resting his hand on the small of your back, or putting one hand on your leg from the driver’s seat as you sit in the passenger seat of his car. Sometimes, you wished he would be a little more open in his ways of showing to others that he cared, but at the same time, it was these small gestures that made your heart flutter and one of the reasons you had completely fallen for him.

His distance when it came to public displays of affection you were okay with. It was his distance in letting you know more about him that bothered you. You had been together for a little while now, but you had still not yet been to his home or met his family. You had been hesitant to introduce him to your father since he was always at work or not in the right state of mind, but they had briefly met once or twice, which was more than you could say about his family. He had told you, however, that he didn’t live with parents, but instead he lived with Jimin, Taehyung, and four others that he considered his brothers for most of his life. Other than that, though, you really didn’t know much at all about his personal life. You had apparently been staring while thinking about this because he turned to you while at a stoplight to ask what you had been looking at him for. You shake your head and give a little chuckle and respond, “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“It’s just... I’ve noticed that I really don’t know all that much about you. I feel like you already know so much about me, but I never get to hear about you. And I’ve never even met your family, so I’m just not sure if you don’t want me to meet them for a reason or...” your voice trails off as you continue to contemplate what you are trying to convey.

“To be honest, there isn’t much to hear about me, but I’ll answer any question you want to ask. And if you want to meet my brothers, I’m sure they would love to meet you as well, so I could introduce you to them.”

You smile at his willingness to do whatever it takes to make you feel happy and comfortable. You knew he has difficulty in opening up, but the fact that he was trying to adjust for you reassured you, but at the same time made you feel worse that he was once again focusing on you instead of himself.

You had just finished paying the bill at the restaurant and the two of you left to walk to the park down the street to see the light show. You spend a few minutes watching the multicolored lights in peaceful silence, and you finally work up the courage to gently slide your hand into Jungkook’s, not sure how he would feel about holding hands in public. Much to your surprise, and relief, Jungkook glances over to you with a poker face, but when he turns his face back towards the lights, you see a ghost of a smile grace his lips, his hand gripping onto yours a bit tighter than before. You check your phone to see how late it had gotten. It was almost eight o’clock, which normally wouldn’t have bothered you, but recently you’ve been trying your best not to stay out after dark. “It’s getting a little late, do you want to head back home?” you suggested to Jungkook.

“If that’s what you want to do,” he responds with a small, caring smile. You nod your head and the two of you walk back to Jungkook’s car, still hand in hand. He stopped you before you could open the car door for yourself, as he did it for you. You laughed a bit at how chivalrous and, quite honestly, old fashioned he could be sometimes. “What is it?”

“Nothing. I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all.” He laughed, realizing what you were referring to.

“I was taught a long time ago to act in such a way, and I guess it’s just become habitual.” You couldn’t help but wonder who it had been that taught him that. Was it his father? You would have asked, but you were afraid to, not knowing exactly what had happened to his parents and whether he would be okay with talking about it.

You and Jungkook had finally arrived at your house as he parked in front of it, getting out of the car at the same time as you to walk you up to your front door. He walks you up the pathway and onto your front porch and you were about to dig your house keys out of your purse to unlock the front door before he stops you. “So, (y/n), I got you something. I was planning to give this to you earlier, but I couldn’t find the right time, so I think now would be fine.” He seems a bit nervous as he takes out a simple silver necklace with some sort of pendant on the end that looks somewhat like a locket. It is simple yet elegant and beautiful, and you sincerely appreciate it. But you notice that there’s something familiar about it as well. You bring it closer to you face to inspect the pendant a bit more and a scent of something like mint catches your attention.

“It smells kind of like peppermint. What is that?” you inquire.

“It’s actually rosemary. There’s an herb inside the locket.” He pauses after giving a shy smile, but continues with a more serious expression. “I want you to wear that. Like all the time.” His mood changed so suddenly and you found yourself wondering why he wanted you to wear the necklace so much, you decide not to question it after seeing the look on his face, but instead leave it for another time. He seems to notice your questioning stare and quickly continues with a sweet smile, “It would really mean a lot to me.”

You giggle a bit. Cute, you think, brushing off the uneasy seriousness he had spoken with just before. A chilling wind cuts short your sweet silence as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes, and he tells you that you should get inside. “Good night,” he speaks quietly, as he places a soft kiss to the top of your head before he turns to leave. 

“Good night. Be safe,” you say as he walks back to his car, giving you a small wave, which you gladly return as you turn to enter your house. 

You walk in to find the familiar smell of alcohol inside your house, calling out, “Dad, I’m home.”

He comes around the corner, somewhat stumbling, meaning he had been drinking again. “Where have you been? I came back from work and you were gone, you had me worried,” he says with his eyebrows furrowed.

“I told you this morning that I was going out for me and Jungkook’s anniversary.”

“Who’s Jungkook?”

“You’ve met him before, Dad.”

“Really? He doesn’t ring a bell. Must not have left much of an impression.” You roll your eyes at his rude comments, knowing he had not consciously said those things, but they still bothered you nonetheless. You cut the conversation short by telling him you were going to bed. You preferred talking with him in the little time he spent sober. You walked upstairs to your bedroom and set the box with Jungkook’s necklace on your dresser, right next to a picture of your mom. You so badly wished she were there for you to tell her all about how your night went and how wonderful Jungkook was and just talk with her about girl things that you had always grown up imagining you would talk with her about. You feel tears well up in your eyes as you realize that, no, you would never be able to do these things with her like you had planned ever since you were young. And the worst part of it all was, you could barely remember anything from your childhood with her.

It was Sunday morning, and the light shining through your window woke you up, along with a buzz coming from your phone on your nightstand. You see a notification of a text from Jungkook as you lift it to eye level.

Jungkook: Do you want to come over to meet my brothers today?

Your heart skips a beat. Is this really happening? All that time you spent worrying about why he wouldn’t introduce you to his family when it turned out that all you had to do was ask? You feel yourself become excited, then nervous, then excited again. You immediately respond.

You: yes!! if it’s okay with them... and you

Jungkook: Of course it’s okay. They really want to meet you. 

Jungkook: Come over whenever. We have nothing going on today.

You replied to tell him you would be on your way soon as you get up to choose an outfit, fretting over what would be considered as appropriate to meet his brothers for the first time. you end up wearing some ripped jeans and a graphic tee, going for a casual look. You brush through your hair, do your makeup, and begin to leave before you quickly turn back into your room remembering an important detail. You walk over to your dresser and take the necklace Jungkook had given you out of its box and put it around your neck. You look in the mirror and smile at the thought that it was a gift from the boy you cared for so dearly. You feel your stare linger a bit longer than you had intended, though, while you can’t shake the feeling of familiarity this necklace gives you. You check yourself over one last time as you grab your car keys and head out the door.

You drive to the address that Jungkook had given you and arrive at the front of a nice house. It’s big and it even has a gate in the front. You suppose it makes sense for the house to be somewhat big, considering it houses seven people, but you found it hard to believe that boys around your age were able to afford a place like this. You park your car and walk up to the gate, pressing the button on a buzzer which causes a voice to come from a speaker. “Hello?” you hear an unfamiliar voice ask.

“Hi. I’m (y/n). I’m here to see Jungkook,” you say, hoping this was the right house and that you wouldn’t look strange for turning up at a complete stranger’s home. You wait for another sound from the machine, but instead of a response, the gates just open and you see the front door of the house open as Jungkook walks out of it to come greet you. You feel extremely relieved to see him and finally release a breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding. “Hey,” you say almost breathlessly. “This place is... really nice.” You say as you look around the front yard as he leads you up the pathway. 

“Thanks,” he responds with a laugh. “It’s all because of my brothers that we’re able to live here, though.” You nod as he explains and walks you through the front door. The first two people you see are Jimin and Taehyung, making you sigh in relief to see some familiar faces. They both greet you and you do the same as two more people walk in.

“Ah! You must be Jungkook’s girlfriend!” one of them says to you with a bright smile and a teasing voice directed at his younger brother, who you notice seems to be embarrassed by his teasing.

“Ah, Hoseok,” he says sheepishly.

The other man that had walked with the first one to speak was a bit taller, and he seemed to be the oldest of everyone you had seen. “Jungkook has been talking a lot about you,” he continues with a sly smirk, further embarrassing Jungkook, even though you wished he wouldn’t be embarrassed since you only thought of it as sweet.

The first speaks again, “I’m Hoseok.” He gestures to the second and says, “And that’s Seokjin.”

You smile politely and respond, “It’s nice to meet you. I’m (y/n).”

A shorter man with pale skin and an unenthusiastic manner sighs and says with a straight face, “Trust me, we know.” He walks out of the room as he finishes. You get the feeling that he doesn’t like you and you frown a bit.

“Don’t worry. Yoongi’s like that with everyone.” Another man’s voice speaks from behind you. You turn to him as he smiles with a welcoming expression, but you notice that as soon as he sees your face, his smile falters a bit. But he soon puts a smile back on his face as he introduces himself, “I’m Namjoon.” You smile back at him, but he soon excuses himself. “Please excuse me for just one moment. Jungkook will you come with me for a second?”

You look to Jungkook who seemed puzzled, but did as he was asked. There was a bit of an awkward silence at first after Jungkook had left, but luckily, Jimin and Taehyung were able to start up a conversation with you, which caused the other boys to chime in as well. Eventually, Jungkook and Namjoon rejoined the five of you in the living room, and you gave Jungkook a questioning look, but he simply shook his head, persuading you not to worry about it. You had noticed, however, that Yoongi had not come back into the room, further raising your suspicions that he didn’t like you. 

You had spent quite a while chatting with and getting to know Jungkook’s brothers, and Yoongi had even come down for a little while at the request of Seokjin, the eldest brother, although he still didn’t have anything to say. Jungkook was walking you out to your car as you thank him for having you over and letting you meet his family.

“Of course,” he responds. “They seem to like you a lot.”

“Well, most of them...” you say below a whisper, not really wanting him to hear, but he somehow is still able to.

“What do you mean?” 

You furrow your eyebrows in thought, “Well, Yoongi didn’t seem to like me all that much.” You end it with a humorless laugh, upset with yourself for not being able to make a good first impression on all of Jungkook’s family.

“Yoongi is like that towards everyone, even me,” he says, trying to cheer you up. But you knew him well enough by now to know that there was something that he knew that he was leaving out, probably for the sake of your feelings. “There’s no need to worry about it, you’re so great that even he will be able to see it. And that’s saying a lot.”

You feel yourself blush a bit and scold him, “You flatter me too much.”

“You deserve to be flattered,” he says with a completely serious expression. Hearing this causes your face to heat up even more. But you also can’t help but let a smile make its way onto your face. You’d never guess it from Jungkook’s exterior, but this boy was a romantic through and through. He saw you off as you drove back home, thankful for the boy that had made his way into your life these past months.

Jungkook POV

Jungkook walked back into the house, thoroughly relieved and pleased that the boys had seemed to like (y/n). He began to walk up the stairs to his room, but found himself quickly pushed into the nearest wall. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Jungkook?” He looked to see Yoongi staring him down, anger evident in his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

Yoongi let out a cynical laugh, saying, “I know you haven’t forgotten about Elizabeth... about what she did.”

“I’m sorry, Yoongi, but I don’t how that has anything to do with this. Besides, you seem to be the only one upset about this.”

“It has everything to do with this! And I have every right to be upset about it!” He paused. He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “I really tried to keep you from having to go through this. I tried to help you all, but you were all too stubborn. Especially you! And now this? All I have to say is... Don’t come to me when it all comes crashing down. Because trust me it will. You know what they say: Like mother like daughter.” He finishes and walks away, leaving Jungkook speechless. He had never even thought about how this could possibly have affected Yoongi. But he knew there was no turning back now. He had fallen completely and utterly in love with (y/n).

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Get Out | Daniel Seavey

Requested? No. 

Warnings? None. 

Summary: You and Jack had been best friends since birth and when you finally meet his band mates, you and Daniel become very close. However, one small mistake can unravel it all. (Once again I suck at summaries I’m sorry) 

Word Count: 3,236 

You bounce your leg up and down impatiently as Jack drives. He notices your nervous behavior and places a hand on your knee to stop it from bouncing. 

“(Y/N) chill. You’re just meeting my friends.” He reassures you for the billionth time. “They're also your band mates and what if they hate me?” You ask worriedly. “They won't hate you! Even if they did we’ve been best friends since babies. Nothing's gonna change that.” You nod your head trying to push down your anxiety as best as possible. Jack was right, you two have been best friends before you were out of the womb. Your moms grew up together and stayed close friends even during pregnancy. So naturally when you and Jack were born you two spent every second possible together. You went to the same schools, had the same babysitter when you were younger, and you two even shared the same car for a bit. Yeah your parents went a bit overboard sometimes. This also meant that when Jack went to LA to pursue his dreams your parents let you go with him. They requested that you finish high school first but then you could move. You were planning to attend UCLA in the fall while Jack and his band continue to take off. You moved to a small apartment near the boy's house even though Jack pestered you to just live with him. You considered it for a bit but decided you needed to live on your own and be independent for awhile. After a lot of arguments between you and Jack he finally broke down and helped you find your own apartment. That was about two months ago and since the band had traveled all summer long you had yet to meet Jack's best friends. They were finally back in town for a bit and you were excited to meet them but still extremely nervous. “We’re here.” Jack says snapping you out of your thoughts. With a slightly shaky hand you open up your car door and step out. You run your eyes over the huge house and try not to show too much surprise. Jack had told you about the house but had never said it was this big. He gestures you to follow him inside and you marvel at how beautifully simplistic the entire house was. Before you can look around you hear four voices coming from what you assumed was the living room. You felt yourself grow more nervous and you knew Jack could tell. He grabbed your hand in his and squeezed gently before pulling you towards what you assumed was the living room. When you stepped through the door you spotted the four teenage boys instantly. They're heads all snap to see you and you smiled shyly. “Hey guys. This is (Y/N), my best friend since babies.” Jack says introducing you. The boys get up from their spots in the living room and walk towards you. They each individually introduce themselves and you could feel your anxiety slowly slip away. “Hi I'm Daniel.” The boy with the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen says. “H-hi.” You stutter making Jack snicker behind you. You turn and punch him in the arm and he grabs onto where you punched him and dramatically whines out in pain. You simply roll your eyes at him before turning back to Daniel and flashing him a smile. “So uh, you've known Jack all your life?” Daniel asks causing Jack to giggle at Daniel and I’s shared nervousness. This time it was Daniel's turn to punch Jack. “What's with all the abuse today?” Jack asks while holding his arm in fake pain once again. “Well if you weren't so annoying I wouldn't have to punch you.” You sass. “Okay, okay, I'll go.” Jack says holding his hands up in defeat. You laugh as he walks away from Daniel to the other boys. “Love you!!” You call out to him causing him to mutter in response only making you laugh harder. You turn your attention back to Daniel to see him already staring at you causing you to blush. You suddenly feel very anxious once again as you two walk into the living room and sit next to each other. You join the conversation with the other boys but you can't help but continuously sneak glances at Daniel. The boy was a piece of artwork. From his perfect hair, to his shining eyes, to the gap in his tooth you didn't think someone could be that beautiful. As if he feels your eyes on him he turns to see you already looking at him causing your face to go bright red. He flashes you a bright smile causing your anxiety to fade and a feeling of comfort to take place. You and the boys hung out for hours and you found they were super easy to talk to. Your anxiety had faded completely and they had you laughing so hard your stomach hurt. You decided to check the time and realized it was almost midnight. You couldn't believe how fast the time was going. You leaned further back into the couch as the boys continued to talk about their new project. You slowly felt your eyes flutter shut and before you knew it you were passed out. “Jack be quiet.” Corbyn says when he notices your sleeping figure. Jack turns to look and sees you completely passed out on the couch. The boys all turn to look at you and a small smile crosses Daniels face. “I'll carry her upstairs.” Jack offers. “I can do it.” Daniel says and stands up before Jack can protest. He carefully slips and arm under your knees and an arm around your back. You immediately curl into his chest causing his cheeks to redden once again. He scales his way up the stairs towards his and Jack's room and places you softly on the bed. He covers you up with a blanket before making his way out of the room and back downstairs to the boys. You wake up the next day around 12 o'clock. You sit up and stretch before realizing you weren't downstairs on the couch. You look around and assume you were in Jack's room. You swing your legs over the side of the bed and head back downstairs. When you reach the living room you find it empty and sigh to yourself. You make your way into another room and find it's the kitchen. You see Daniel sitting at the island and smile tiredly at him. “You're finally up.” He says. “Yeah I like to sleep.” You answer sheepishly. “No wonder you and Jack get along so well.” You smile at his comment and walk over to sit in front of him. You're about to say something when you realize that you still haven't seen any of the other boys. As if Daniel reads your mind he answers your question before you even ask it. “The boys went shopping.” “You didn’t want to go with?” “Nah. I wanted to wait for you. I actually kinda wanted to ask you something important.” He says nervously scratching at the back of his head. “Yes?” You say placing your full attention on him. “I know we just met last night but, do you want to go get breakfast with me? Like as a date?” You tried not to show your extreme excitement too much. Even though you did meet just last night you had already formed a bit of a crush on Daniel. “Of course! I just have to get changed.” You say remembering that you were still in your clothes from last night. “We can stop by your apartment first?” He offers. “Sounds perfect.” After Daniel finds a pair of shoes and his keys you two drive over to your apartment. He tells you he'll wait outside for you and you quickly run up to your apartment. When you get inside you yell out in excitement before rushing over to your bedroom to find an outfit. You quickly pull out one of your favorite outfits that wasn't too dressy but wasn't too casual and mentally thank yourself for doing the laundry. You get dressed quickly, style your hair, and put on your shoes before running back down the stairs and out to Daniel's car. When you walk out of the building you see Daniel leaning against the passenger side of his car. He opens the door for you and you thank him while smiling widely. He quickly gets into the other side of the car and heads out towards IHOP. When you get there you're seated almost immediately. As you wait for your food you and Daniel talk more about your childhood and your friendship with Jack. By the end of the date your face hurts from smiling at Daniel and you couldn't be happier. Daniel drops you off at home and when you get inside your apartment you flop onto your couch with a huge smile on your face. You sit up quickly and immediately call Jack and tell him to come over. When you hear him open the door not five minutes later you jump up from your seat and tackle him in a tight hug. “Woah.” He says laughing slightly at your excitement. “He's perfect.” You say smiling like crazy. “Daniel?” Jack asks still not quite catching onto why you were so excited. “Yes!” You then begin to launch into the story of your entire day. Jack listens intently and tries to hide the hurt building in his chest. He smiles as you smile but a good portion of it was forced. He loved seeing you happy he just wished it was him that made you so happy. After that day you and Daniel were pretty much inseparable. You were always either with Daniel or at the Why Don't We house waiting for him. Your relationship grew quickly and you were ecstatic when he asked you to be his girlfriend. You were currently sitting at a beautiful restaurant waiting for Daniel. He wanted to take you there for your six month anniversary but he has yet to show up. You waited an hour, then an hour and a half, that quickly turned to three hours. You waved the waitress over and quickly payed for the check before excusing yourself. You walked out to your car and once you got in you headed straight for the Why Don't We house. How dare he stand you up on your anniversary? As soon as you arrive at the house you get out of your car and speed walk to the front door. You swing it open without knocking and head straight for the living room. When you step in you see Corbyn and Jack sitting on the couch playing a random video game. "Where's Daniel?" You ask before they can question you. "In his room." Jack answers knowing that there was no stopping you now. You head straight for his room and when you get there you try to take a deep breath before walking in. When you do you see Daniel sitting on his bed asleep and you immediately become angry all over again. "Daniel." You snap loudly causing him to shoot up in bed. He looks around for a moment before his eyes settle on you and realization takes over his face. He whips around to grab his phone and check the time but you interrupt him. "Don't bother. You're three hours late." "Babe I'm so-" He starts while standing up. "No Daniel I don't want to hear it. You've been so forgetful lately! And now you've forgotten our six month anniversary?! We've been planning this for months." You say as your arms flail out from anger. "Well if you weren't so busy all the time this wouldn't have been so important." He snaps back. "Don't blame this on me! We've both been extremely busy." "Whatever." He says before sitting down. You roll your eyes and turn on your heel to walk out the door knowing this argument wasn't over but wasn't going anywhere right now. With anger still flowing through you, you head out to your car and drive to your apartment as fast as you can. When you get there you let out a frustrated scream before heading into your bedroom to change. Once you're finished changing you walk back out to your kitchen to make dinner. Just as you start pulling things out of the fridge you hear your doorbell ring. You walk over to it and swing it open without looking to see who it is. Jack immediately walks in when you open the door and you shut it behind him. "Wanna talk about it?" He asks while opening his arms up for you to walk into. You gladly accept and step into his arms. He slips his arms around your neck and you wrap yours tightly around his waist. "He's just so frustrating." You complain quietly. Jack wraps his arms tighter around you and you sigh. You go to pull away and look at him ready to start ranting when you feel his lips on yours. You kiss back instantly and the kiss grows more heated. You slip your hands into his hair and tug slightly. He carefully picks you up and carries you over to the couch. You land on it with a soft thud, you and Jack never breaking the kiss. You pull him closer by his hair and he lowers himself down onto you. You finally break away for air and Jack leans on his elbows to look at you. You and Jack sit in silence for a few minutes before the two of you sit up and face each other. You run your hands nervously through you hair trying to figure out what just happened. You kissed Jack. And you were dating Daniel. Suddenly you stand straight up and start to pace back and forth. You just cheated on Daniel. What were you going to do? You loved him but you knew you couldn't tell him. Daniel could never find out about this. "Daniel can't know." You say whirling around to face Jack. “I know.” He responds.

You run your hands through your hair once more before sitting down on the couch again. Jack stands up and paces for a second before turning back to you.

“I'm gonna go.”

Before you can respond he walks out of your apartment leaving you speechless. You went back into the kitchen and tried to make dinner but eventually gave up and went to bed. You stayed up for hours tossing and turning feeling guilt settle in your stomach.

You eventually gave up and decided that you wouldn't get any sleep tonight. You head into your living room and plop down on the couch. You turn on your favorite TV show and watch it for a bit before ending up scrolling through twitter on your phone. You spot a picture of Daniel on your timeline making you smile widely before the guilt settles back in.

As if on cue your phone dings quietly signaling you have a text. You open it up and see Daniels name at the top of the screen.

“Are you awake?” The text reads.

You quickly reply back a ‘yes’ and he responds in seconds.

“Come open the door.”

You quietly pad over to your front door and open it to find a very tired looking Daniel standing in front of you.

“Hi.” He says flashing you smile.

“Hi.” You respond.

He steps into your apartment and you shut the door behind him. Before he can say anything you rush forward and wrap your arms tightly around his waist. He slips his arms around your neck and runs his hands through your hair comfortingly.

“I'm sorry.” He whispers.

“It's okay. I overreacted.”

You both leave it at that and Daniel lifts you into his arms. You quickly wrap your legs around his waist and he carries you into your bedroom. He carefully places you onto the bed before crawling into it next to you.

“Why were you awake so late?” He asks after a few quiet minutes.

“Couldn't sleep.” You respond.

He slips his arms around you and places a soft kiss to your head as a response. As you drift off to sleep you could only think about how you didn't deserve this beautiful boy for a second.

It had been two weeks since you and Jack kissed. You two hadn't said anything to anyone about it and had barely talked since it happened. Daniel slowly started to pick up on this and it made you worried.

“Are you and Jack okay?” He asked one day as you two were laying on the couch watching your favorite movie.

“Yeah, why?” You answer lying right through your teeth.

“You guys have seemed distant ever since our fight.” When you don't say anything he continues. “Did something happen?”

“No.” You answer quickly.

“Come on (Y/N) just tell me. Maybe I can help.” He pushes.

“We kissed.” You blurt out suddenly.

“You what?” Daniel asks quietly.

“We kissed. It was right after you and I fought about our six months and I was frustrated and got caught up and I'm so sorry Daniel.” You talk quickly as you explain what happened.

Daniel is quiet for a few moments and you risk a glance at him. He looked so upset and you immediately felt tears well up in your eyes.

“Get out.” He whispers harshly.

“Daniel.” You start.

“Get. Out. We're done.” He snaps at you.

You quickly grab your things and rush out of the house, tears streaming down your face. You drive home to your apartment and when you park, you rest your head on the steering wheel sobbing loudly. You did this to yourself and there was no going back now.

When you get the strength, you head up to your apartment and collapse onto the floor the minute you step through the door. Tears cascade down your cheeks as you continue to cry. Suddenly you hear a knock on the door and you carefully lift yourself up off the floor.

Not caring who sees you like this you swing open the door to see a guilty looking Jack. You go to shut the door in his face but he quickly stops it with his foot before pushing it back open. He steps inside and shuts the door behind him. When he sees your tears he reaches towards you but you quickly swat his hand away.

“Don't.” You whisper.

“(Y/N), I'm so sorry.”

“No Jack you're not. You wanted this.” You say harshly.

“We can be happy together I know we can.” He tries desperately. “I know you feel the same way I do just give this a chance.”

“I lost the only person I have ever loved tonight. Please just leave Jack.”

Without another word Jack backs away from you and back out into the hallway of your apartment floor. You fall to the floor once more, your back pushed against the door as you sobbed knowing you lost your boyfriend and your best friend in one day. Little did you know Jack was on the other side listening to it all as his heart broke just as much as yours.

~~~~~~~~~~ I don’t know how to feel about this one but I hope y’all liked it. I realized my ask box was closed but its open now so feel free to request stuff :) 

I made a part two and it is here

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I have a ridiculous amount of free time (mostly) at my work, I was thinking about posting this privately but then I wouldn’t be able to access this on my school’s computer. Rough drafts for my blog “ Living in Japan as an Language teacher”

Hidden Video Script Drafts:

3/18/20 - How I landed my dream job pt 1 (animation)

I wasn't always a firm believer of "everything happens for a reason". You wouldn’t be too if you grew up with my family. I recently experienced this in it's true form a while back when I heard the news that my brother was in the hospital. The timing could not have been worse as it was the Friday and night before my mom and my step dad's planned 20th anniversary on a European Caribbean Cruise of a lifetime. I was basically a vampire with my friends’ work schedules; wanting to play games with them everyday until late, and I mean LATE into the night.

On that Friday, I was casually sleeping in at 12 pm when I woke up to the most panicked mother I’ve ever experienced in my life (no joke). She insisted that since my brother is in the hospital and my step dad has decided to stay home (instead of vacation for the next 2 weeks), that I should go with her in my dad's place so she wouldn't be forced to go alone and ultimately cancel the trip they planned what seemed like forever ago.

It was a Friday in mid September and I worked at a successful, and booming American restaurant in the Seattle area. One that so happens to be among the most vibrant in the company and having set numerous company records. We were planning to be busy AF on that Friday. I was pathetic yet hopeful and doomed in the back of my mind, all while calling my boss thinking “how can I get the next 4 weeks off IMMEDIATELY” (Even more fishy that it was directly before a scheduled vacation to Japan that I requested off in April earlier that year)..

Back it up several months when two of my close friends and I planned our FIRST abroad trip ever to Japan. Saying I was an inexperienced traveler was an understatement- I never flew on a plane alone before, let alone out of the country. And miraculously, that 2 week long cruise just so happens to land the NIGHT before our planned vacation, and 6 hours before my next plane in SEATAC with my buddies to Japan. The stars aligned for this to happen, and if it came down to it, I thought “I will quit my job for this opportunity”.

But back to reality. Given the circumstances with my brother, my boss gave me Friday off and I spent the rest of the day frantically thinking of how to tell him (I’m not coming in this weekend, let alone this month. I kept it light to say the least and told him I only needed Friday off) without getting fired. For most people in my situation, I thought “they would quit for this once in a lifetime chance”. A minimum wage job is just another job, and this is not an opportunity that comes around.. EVER. Also I had no rent to pay, no financial concerns besides a student loan payment and a decent amount saved up to cover that payment without working for about a year, I mean wouldn't quit even if I (normally) wanted to. For me it was a different story. I really liked, I mean, loved my job. The people I worked with were basically family and for me quit on the spot would be so uncharacteristic of me, it would honestly be depressing for even me. I also never had a job where I could get along so easy with everyone I worked with. And with me addicted to Pokemon go and it being on 2 poke stops, it honestly didn't even feel like a job, yet more fun and satisfying than anywhere I worked before (hell, back then I KILLED for a job that meant basically playing Pokemon all day). More importantly, the restaurant taught me extremely valuable life skills; how to talk to people and be more friendly and open, instead of being my natural shy introverted self. I thought I found the perfect balance of work, extroversion and motivation to break me out of my, so called “normal” yet introverted way of thinking..

After speaking with my boss' roommate about how break it to him, I called the morning before my flight to Barcelona, telling him in vivid detail this situation I’m in, playing it as a family emergency, so my mom and dad wouldn't have wasted all the money they spent planning this trip (Sorry Riki it had to be like that!).

So I had the next 4 weeks off for my vacation around the world. From my layover in Dublin Ireland, to Barcelona Spain, with my mom on her dream cruise that showcased her favorite speaker, with a handful of the most vibrant and successful crowd of a people; with stops in France, Spain, Italy and UK Gibraltar. This was the peak of my existence (so far) and that deserves an entire story on its own. This is probably where I break this off into two parts

(sorry but as of 6/24, pt 2 is an unedited shitpost of a draft draft)

3/18/20 - How I landed my dream Job pt 2

After returning home from my Japan trip with my friends, I had so many experiences in so many countries, I felt so confident about how surprisingly independent I could be. Fast forward 2 weeks when my mother’s retirement party (in late October; she decided to retire earlier than expected instead of waiting till the end of the year) came suddenly, and was a party I could not miss. The night before, I was out at a bar with one of my best friend’s going away party, and I had a lot, maybe too much to drink. It was difficult but I made it, and in my introverted stupor and exhausted mood, I met dozens of my mother's decade long coworkers while having a few drinks at the private bar the company decided to cater for her.

It as a small, yet packed room of very knowledgeable business people; coworkers of my mom. She for the credit union for 20+ years and was the head of the loans department (and probably one of the most essential parts of the company). I was casually drinking near the bartender, and wound up talking to the nearest person in my area as I awaited the food to be served. He was in a suit and appeared in his late 50's. I learned that he didn't work directly with my mom but they knew each other as he was on the leadership side of the company. Little did I know this small, random conversation would be the spark to changing my entire future and be the pinnacle of my working career and how I landed a job with a instructors visa to teach English in Japan.

Hours passed after our brief meeting and he called me over after the food was served. I was introduced to his wife, and we discussed how their children were in close relations with my HS since their kid's HS was near mine, therefore rivaled each other in sports. We delved into the after HS and college topic and started talking about my college experiences and how I ended up as a Biology major, yet randomly working as a host in a restaurant.

My last year of college I took 1 quarter of Japanese and had an epiphany that I wish I had during freshman year; my future self was dying to study Japanese abroad. I then told them how I applied to a language company I heard of through a professor's English class that I was a TA in for Japanese exchange students from Tokyo University. Sadly the company was really competitive and I may have partied too hard and let my GPA set me apart from the thousands of yearly applicants (not to mention Seattle apparently is a hot spot for this particular company). My mom's coworker and his wife told me how their daughter taught English in Japan for 6 years and she applied to the same company with a 4.0 and still didn't get in.

I guess they hire based off region and Seattle was way more competitive than I thought. They gave me her contact info and I promptly emailed her that night. After a long conversation about her experiences, she recommended me to the company I am currently working for, and now I’m in Japan teaching English. Things were falling into place for me back then, just like stars, pin-holed in the curtain of night. Like the needle of momentum, I received from the European cruise was still in motion, There was nothing in the world I wanted more than achieving that dream.

I feel everything that happened was for this door to open for me, and the stars aligned so perfectly for me. From the timing of the cruise (and circumstances (don't worry my brother was fine)) and landing right before my planned trip with my friends, to my mom retiring early just in the perfect window for this company to hire me. I felt that everything was going my way and nothing could stop me; by just knowing exactly what I wanted.. I realized how much more control I have over my life by simply setting the intention and putting it out there, in the realm of thought. The mind is so much more powerful than I could ever imagine, and by me simply just asking for something with deliberate intention, the universe aligned the planets, or some shit I can’t ever actually comprehend, for it to work out; I’m convinced there's no way this is a coincidence.

I had this happen to me before, but not on this level. Yet I am so grateful for my parents and being exposed to the Law of Attraction at such a young age, and just accept everything and not question the logistics. As a science major I question a lot of things and there is no possible way I could ever doubt this being true after what I experienced. You could say it was luck, but the fact that when I asked for this, it happened almost like magic.

It is truly unreal to me. I feel I have so much more control of my life than I ever would have thought was possible. Now I am on a one way plane to Japan, amidst the Corona Virus outbreak and flight cancellations. Nothing in the world could stop me now. (Also, they closed the boarder a week after I arrived in Japan and as of July, it is still closed indefinitely).

P.S. This was composed on my flight to Japan overwhelmed with emotion. My recent stepmother worked at the airport I departed, so my father had inside info on my flight and planned a surprise send off. Safe to say it was the closest feeling I’ve felt with my dad since my parents were recently divorced. He gave me a key chain of his favorite car he had while I was younger, my current car (black new beetle Volkswagen), and we both silently teared up from all the childhood memories and love we can’t regularly express but have been pressured into this ultimatum of me potentially never returning to the life we we’re both use to. I wont include this in the final, but since this just the beginning, I figured anyone who actually reads this will be one in a million; someday. I have never been so sure, that anyone; anything you want or can ever imagine to have. It’s right at your fingertips, all you have to do is think, and believe it. Life is magic.

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Towards the Sun

Now that the creators have been revealed, I can post my femslashexchange fic on here! This was written for @sumilong who hopefully didn’t notice that I sneakily followed her after getting the assignment and figure it out before creators were revealed :D

Hawkebela and Sera/Helle Cadash, vague canon Steampunk AU -- 

Post-Kirkwall, Hawke and Isabela are sailing the skies, getting into all sorts of mischief. One of Isabela's contacts in the Carta gives them a tip for a job that doesn't turn out quite how they expected.

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"Is it my imagination, or has the fun started without us?" Hawke asks, looking through the brass spyglass she'd stolen from Isabela's belt at the ship floating below them. It’s larger than theirs, but also clearly designed for carrying cargo, broad and ponderous in the air with none of the lethal sleekness of Isabela’s craft.

Isabela is also frowning at the commotion on the ship, bodies careening on the snugly fitted wooden planks, then grins as a puff of green smoke blooms from the deck. "You might be right. You know, I thought there was something suspicious about this particular tip. It came from a friend of a friend in the Carta who's never steered me wrong. I assumed the ship belonged to a competitor, but she might have had another motive."

A short, stocky figure bowls through the crowd, clearing a path with deadly swings from a maul almost as large as she is. She raises a hand to her brow, blocking the sun, and looks up, then grins, bright blue tattoos vivid on her warm brown skin. "Ho the ship!" she calls, rich voice carrying clearly over the distance separating the two vessels. "About time you got here!"

"If we'd known it was a rescue, we might have flown faster!" Hawke shouts back and the woman laughs.

"I object to that description. I've never needed rescuing in my life," she retorts, "Help transporting crates of gold and potions however..."

Isabela’s grin widens as she steers the ship closer with an experienced hand, but Hawke raises her eyebrows. “And who are we stealing these from?”

“Orlesians,” the dwarf says, with the same tone of voice most people use when speaking of leeches. “Supplies for one of those endless wars against each other over who has the stinkiest cheese or most gem encrusted chamber pot or whatever it is they fight about.” A man rears up behind her and she casually swats him with the butt end of her maul before Hawke can give warning. He crumples to the ground and the woman winks at her and Isabela. “The Jennies can put the loot to much better use, I promise. After your cut, of course.”

“Stealing from Orlesians doesn’t even count as a crime, really,” Hawke muses.

“Don’t say that!” Isabela pinches her side. “You’ll ruin my reputation as a heartless pirate.”

Hawke laughs. “That ship sailed years ago, love. Now help me with this winch.” Isabela sets the wheel and they carefully lower a rope from the airship to the woman below, who grasps the end of it, then looks around the deck before looking back up.

“There’s only two of us. So might need one of you down here to guard the rope while we ferry supplies up and down.”

Hawke grins, then hops the rail before Isabela can call dibs on the guarantee for action. Besides, there’s nothing more effective at combat than a force mage on an airship. One jab of her staff and she can send people plummeting to the depths below or hovering in the air, life flashing before their eyes as she decides their fate. And as much as she trusts Isabela’s skills, she’s also the most qualified for rescuing any people or objects that decide to fling themselves overboard willy nilly.

She slides down the rope with the skill of an experienced sky sailor, skill she’s learned in the months since Kirkwall, spent almost entirely in the air with the pirate who’d stolen her heart, among other things. Many other things.

Her booted feet land on the deck with a thump and she pulls the staff off her back just in time to crack someone upside the head with it. The man falls back with a groan and Hawke jabs it at him again, this time with magic curling around the bladed end in barely visible currents. He hits the opposite railing so hard she hears a bone crack and she grins, then turns to look for other threats or anyone in need of assistance.

The first person she sees is an elven woman, wearing a combination of red and plaidweave that should be horrifically garish but somehow isn’t. Hawke waves a hand, the other woman’s mischievous grin and arms full of bulging burlap sacks convincing her that this is clearly another new friend.

Another rope whistles down through the air, this one with a large barrel attached. Hawke helps the woman unload her loot into the barrel, then thumps the side, signalling Isabela to pull it back up.

“How many more loads?” she asks, absently admiring the blonde’s rough pixie cut. Much like Hawke’s own hair it looks like it was done by the woman herself with nothing but a mostly sharp dagger. She loves it.

“At least six. These tits are rolling in it.” The woman grins, sharp and swift. “Were rolling in it. Now we are.”

Hawke laughs. “That we are.” One of the men lying on the deck moves as if to get up and she thumps the end of her staff against the fitted planks, sending a ripple of power out that knocks him back down. The elven woman laughs.

“You’re all right,” she tells Hawke with that same sharp smile. “Be right back!”

She runs off before Hawke can respond, crossing paths with the dwarf from earlier and dropping a smacking kiss on her cheek before darting back into the hold. The dwarven woman is grinning, her arms full of loot, which she promptly dumps into the empty barrel that thuds back down onto the deck. “It’s our anniversary,” she confides in Hawke as they watch Isabela reel the barrel back up, “we like to do something special.”

“You are my kind of people,” Hawke declares. “Go get the rest of the goods so we can celebrate a successful anniversary with some of the Antivan Sip-Sip Isabela stole from her favorite ex.”

“Humans with good taste in liquor? We’re definitely in,” the woman responded with a hearty laugh, clapping Hawke on the arm with a powerful hand. “Just keep an eye on Sera; she tries to keep up with me and it never goes well.”

She disappears back into the hold and Hawke keeps the deck clear as the dwarf and Sera bring out the rest of the loot. The chaos caused by the two women before Hawke and Isabela arrived had clearly been very effective, as no coordinated attempt to regain control of the ship has been mounted.

Finally the last of the ship’s hold has been sent up the rope. Sera scales it with ease while the dwarf, who introduced herself as Helle, pulls herself up with brute strength. Hawke follows them up, pausing to survey the plundered ship below them one last time before mounting the railing with a grin and pulling the rope up behind her.

Isabela steers them away from the other ship with a careful hand, guiding them up towards the swifter, more dangerous air currents that a merchant’s ship isn’t built with to withstand.

Although she could happily watch her lover at work all day, Hawke turns toward their guests. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving. If you go down the hatch there,” she points further down the deck, “you’ll find a kitchen, among other things. Help yourselves and as soon as Isabela and I are done securing our getaway, we’ll come join you for that celebration I promised.”

Helle and Sera crack nearly identical grins and Helle gives her a sloppy salute before grabbing her wife’s hand and pulling her toward the hatch. “I’ll make us a feast!” she calls over her shoulder, “hope you two scalawags like cookies!”

Hawke chuckles as she moves back to the railing and begins to secure the rigging. She loves Isabela, more than she thought she ever could love someone who wasn’t Bethany or Carver or her parents, and they work very well together. But it’ll be a nice change of pace to have two extra pairs of hands on board, especially ones who can cook. And she very much wants to hear the story of their wedding, if this is how Helle and Sera celebrate their anniversary.

Hawke looks over at Isabela, who’s grinning fiercely into the sun bright sky as the wind ruffles her long black hair, her bandana flapping as she leans into the currents.

Maybe it’s time Hawke figured out how to propose. There’s nothing she’d rather do than spend the rest of her life on this ship with that brilliant, beautiful woman. And she is quite confident they can come up with some amazing anniversary traditions of their own.

[alwaysanotherooc]

can you do an otp tag with mc/hana?

YES, I love them! Hana is AMAZING oh my god. Send me a Choices couple (canon or not) and I’ll break down their relationship!

How did they meet? On the first night of the masquerade ball that opened the social season of Cordonia’s Royal Court, MC walked into the boutique when Hana was changing and nearly died of surprise. Hana’s first thought was that Maxwell chose his suitor well, and her second thought was that wow, she was pretty. MC couldn’t get over how soft and pretty Hana’s voice was, not to mention the rest of her.

Who developed romantic feelings first? MC, almost immediately. She and Liam had hit it off the night of Liam’s bachelor party, but only as bros, and Maxwell brought her in to make the whole process of choosing his future wife more bearable, because Liam could always use more people on his side, and as such, she felt free to find Hana charming and sweet and romanticly minded. Hana somehow missed MC and Drake and Liam and Maxwell’s hints at the bros-only relationship between MC and Liam, and so felt deeply conflicted about the romantic feelings that started to develop when the court was held at the Nevrakis estate.

Who is their biggest “shipper?” Liam and Maxwell frequently would put the two of them together in order to encourage the relationship. Liam wants his friends to find love so bad it’s a little heartbreaking.

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances? They have their first kiss the night of the coronation, after Liam has, in a turn of events that surprised everyone, including Drake, he decided to pick Drake as his future spouse. Once Hana and MC were in the clear, MC dragged Hana away from the ball to confess her feelings towards Hana. Hana burst into tears of joy and reciprocated, and they kissed under a starry sky, while Ana De Luca snapped a few heartwarming photos of the confession.

Who confessed their feelings first? ^^

What was their first official date? Their first official date was the day after the coronation ball, where MC took Hana out to the beach just for fun. They brought a veritable feast for two and spent the day frolicking in the waves, eyes only for each other.

How do they feel about double dates/group dates? They love doing them occasionally, as MC loves making Hana the center of attention with a large group of people, and Hana loves being with the people she loves.

What do they do in their down time? Sometimes, when their schedules are empty and they can relax, they’ll go out to the sunroom in their house, and spend the day there basking in the light and life of the room. Hana will read or play endless melodies on the piano, and MC will break out her paints and get lost in the colors.

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like? For MC meeting Hana’s parent’s it was a bit awkward considering they were so disappointed their daughter didn’t do as they wanted and gain the Prince’s hand, but after a while, it got better. MC’s parents loved Hana instantly and accepted her into their family immediately.

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it? Their first fight was over who was going to plan their anniversary date, and they got over it when they realized they were arguing over who loved who more. They ended up flipping a coin for it.

Which one is more easily made jealous? MC. Hana’s still getting used to the idea that MC is ‘hers’ and it still takes her a little by surprise. MC, on the other hand, is kind of possessive of Hana, though not in a negative way, more in a ‘pay attention to me senpai’.

What is their favorite thing to get to eat? MC loves introducing Hana to casual American food, so much. Hana fell deep deep deeply in love with french fries, she can’t even tell you.

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favorite cuddling position? YES, THEY ARE. Favorite cuddling position is spooning in all variations, they switch little spoon and big spoon positions.

Are they hand holders? YES. MC loves kissing the back of Hana’s hand and making her blush.

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? Funny story, they actually ended up having semi-public sex in the ocean on their first date. They were the only ones around, so…

Who tops? Sometimes Hana, sometimes MC, sometimes they flip for it.

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into? The worst fight they ever got into was over the party favors at their wedding. Don’t ask, it’s still a bit of a touchy subject to this day.

Who does the shopping and the cooking? They shop together but MC isn’t allowed to cook, she’s awful at it. Hana loves cooking so much, it’s one of her happy hobbies.

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness? Hana, it’s been drilled into her since she was young, MC isn’t messy but she is much less tidy compared to Hana.

Who proposes? MC! she proposes for the first time a few months after the Coronation Ball, at Liam and Drake’s wedding, but Hana says, not yet. They get engaged literally the next day because Hana can’t think of a reason not to.

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bachelorette parties or separate? Joined, they spend the entire night at each other’s side. It’s adorable.

Who is the best man/maid of honor? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids? Best Man is Maxwell, and they pick Kiara and Penelope as their Maids of Honor. Liam and Drake are groomsmen.

Big Ceremony or Small? Small, but high-class luxury.

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?  They do! They have a honeymoon touring all the places they went during the social season.

Do they have children? How many? They do! They end up having a girl.

Thank you so much for the ask!

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50 Meet-Cute Couple Stories That Will Make You Believe In Love Again 

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50 Meet-Cute Couple Stories That Will Make You Believe In Love Again 

1.I was waitressing, he came in all the time with his friends. Him and I became friendly, played jokes on each other, he grew to be one of my favorite regular customers.

Then, there were a few weeks when he didn’t is an indication at all, and I realized that I actually missed him. I didn’t have any of his contact details. I told myself that if he ever came back in, I needed to take the chance and ask him out.

Next night he came in, I guess we both had the same idea. He asked me before I could. I wrote my number down on a piece of receipt paper( which he still has ), we went out the next night, and we’ve been together ever since. He’s the love of my life.

2.Way back in 1980, I was working in south FL. A guy I worked with was retiring soon and had bought a vacation cabin in north GA. He showed me a picture of the cabin and posing in front was a dark haired beauty who he identified as his daughter. I remarked she was very attractive.

Forward a few weeks and he tells me the daughter had just broken up with her boyfriend, was in the dumps, and asked if I wanted to ask her out.

We went on a blind date, were married 2 years later, and now have three grown children and scheming where to go for our 37 th anniversary.

3.We were at a business networking event where the rule was that you were not allowed to buy drinks for yourself, whatever you bought you had to put it into someone else’s hand as an opener to dialogue. So this gorgeous brunette strolled up to me, put a gin-and-tonic in my hand, and introduced herself.

Hello, wife.

4.I considered him in the grocery store, and I thought he was handsome. I approached him in frozen foods as he was looking at a 5 lb. container of chicken nuggets. I asked if he was married, and when he said no, I asked if he would like to take me out some time. He set the bag of chicken nuggets on his head like he was about to pass out and we both chuckled. We are married with 4 year old twin boys now. :) 10/10 would recommend approaching a handsome stranger in the supermarket.

5.Soccer game. I was watching my good “girl friend” at the time play. Game ends and I go down to the field to congratulate her. Asked her where the other team was from, and I never heard of the place, so I said fuck it, went over to the cutest daughter on the other team, gave her my number, and here I am 4.3 years later with a girl I hope to marry. Having a pair of balls and saying fucking it can either pay off tremendously or back fire horribly.

6.I am a Match.com commercial for the wife. I had sent her a message after her account expired. She renewed her account, got my message, and 10 years later we are married with 3 kids and a dog.

7.We were both character musicians at Disney. We danced down the street together and couldn’t even ensure each other’s actual bodies at all, but the sweaty banter afterwards did it.

8.Online dating. Moved half-way across the country to be with her. I always wanted a nerdy-gamer daughter for a girlfriend and I got my wish.

Totally worth the move.

Cannot underline how fantastic online dating is to introverts, once you get over the ridiculous sum of rejection, and had recognized that patience is your friend, and lastly, learn to be honest and put endeavour into your messages/ profile.

9.OkCupid. After wafting through about 2 years of bullshit, failed dates, ghosting, etc I messaged this daughter. At that phase I was desensitized; why bother putting endeavour into your first message when 95% of daughters don’t reply?

I hit her with some genuinely corny father joke and she did answer and giggled. We got to talking, eventually agreed to meet up for a beer.

We agreed going in that we’d began with only a beer and lay everything out on the table. If either of us wanted to cancel the date we would , no hard feelings. A brew turned into two, was transformed into dinner. That turned into a second date, then a third. The first year was transformed into a second, then a third.

Now we’re engaged and simply booked a wedding venue.

10.That bitch t-boned me. She said she’d let me take her to dinner if we didn’t get the insurance involved. Having typed that out, I now ensure I get fucked that day on so many levels.

11.Worked together. I was supposed to have a party for all people at the job. My heat went out that day so I had to cancel. She didn’t get the message and presented up. Asked her if she wanted to take some shoots of of Jack Daniel’s and get “warm”. Twelve years later still taking shots and getting “warm” on a regular basis!

12.No idea where I got the nerve but she was sitting on a blanket alone watching a group of us doing medieval combat reenactments. Didn’t get a good look at her before I plopped down beside her and said hi. She turned and smiled and I immediately supposed,” Oh hell. She is way out of my league .” Turns out I get her on the rebound nearly 32 years ago. Still out of my league.

13.I was at a birthday party for a friend. He was the friend of my friend’s boyfriend. We hit it off right away.

14.We were both in a psychiatric hospital. We’ve been together almost 13 years. I was there for depression and anxiety, he was there to avoid a homeless shelter. I know it sounds crazy, but it kinda works out for us. We’ve gotten in a much better financial situation.

15.We met at a friend’s Halloween party- I have always been a huge Harry Potter fan, and of course, he was dressed as Harry Potter. The rest is history!

16.We all met up at the home of a mutual friend to go to a festival together. I arrived first and was told to open the door when she knocked. She saw me and said “You’re not mutual friend! ” We drunkenly hooked up at the party subsequently that night and are now merrily married with children.

17.I sat in the parking lot at a gas station. He parked his truck on the corner where you aren’t supposed to park. I screamed at him. We got married.

18.College! We had a few class together and he kept staring at me from afar. I went up to him one day and said hi, he fell the bagel he was feeing and I knew he had it bad for me. That was almost 9 years ago and we’ve been married for nearly 5 years. He’s the best thing to ever happen to me…

19.Reddit, actually! We were both active in a dating sub( a sub about a dating app , not a sub specifically for dating) which objective up creating a fitness challenge( members of the general notion began as, improve yourself so you can be a better partner and find someone !) We were placed in the same fitness group and genuinely hit it off. 3.5 years later, we’re planning our wedding.

20.On the train. He was on his style back from find a client, I was on my way back from working at a trade carnival. Neither of us felt especially like talking but somehow we didn’t stop talking once we started. We exchanged numbers and kept messaging/ talking backward and forward and started dating not quite a month subsequently. That fateful train ride was 4 years ago. We’ve been happy with each other( and uncharacteristically talkative around each other) ever since and got married last year.

21.First day of grad school, she was sitting behind me and I was typing on my iPad. She showed me that if I took two thumbs and slid them apart over the keyboard the keyboard would shift and I could use my thumbs easier to type. We are now happily married and typing on my iPad is much easier.

22.In the work infringe room. He was putting a Totinos party pizza in the microwave( poor college kid) and I was like, “Those don’t go in a microwave.” Married almost 12 years now, I’m still bossy but his cook abilities have improved.

23.I had a coworker who defined me up on a blind date with his sister in statute. It was a bbq at his house. When I got there, I saw this gorgeous female with an ass so fantastic it brought tears to my eyes. And speaking of eyes, hers were magical. So bright and when she smiles, her entire face illuminated up. Unfortunately this was his wife. Her sister was nice but not for me. I thought about the guys spouse almost every day. But I never acted on my feelings. A couple of years later, he got divorced and she called me. She had been thinking about me, too. We dated for 3 months and got married.

18 years later, still going strong. And dat ass … mmm mmmm mmm.

24.She was the first person to get in my taxi the first day I started driving cab. We’re still married 25 years later.

25.We both worked component hour at Macy’s while going to school. Unbeknownst to one another, we both had a rule of not dating anyone that we worked with. I casually knew her since she was a flyer and worked different departments, but I would find her every once in a while working the department that was on the way to the punch in/ out clock. One day, while entering the store for run, she was leaving and she tells me tomorrow is her last day. I asked for her number and we’ve been together ever since. That was back in 1985.

26.She worked at the cookie store in the mall, and I ran at a knife store nearby. I would close my store for hours on end to hang out with her.

27 . She was a personal shopper at Macy’s. My mom, appearing out for her son, told this really cute girl she was helping find a jacket for to” look up my son on facebook.’

Well, she did, and 6 years later( 2016) we got married, and my mommy died 6 weeks after our wedding. She was so proud of what she did. As we sit here expecting our first infant, I wish she was here every day. She would be so proud. I miss her so much.

28.Ok Cupid. First time I tried online dating, and I was the LAST person he tried fulfilling on online dating. I didn’t put a painting up, and “hes taken” a chance anyways. Married with a kid and a home 7 years later

29.We met at work and casually dated for a few weeks before I got really sick. I was hospitalized for a while and it was very traumatic. He insisted on remaining by my side throughout the whole ordeal, and we are merrily married 10 years later.

30.A few weeks after a really rough breakup my friends decided to take me out to cheer me up. I met my current SO at the bar that night and we hit it off. I aimed up taking him home that night supposing perhaps I just needed rebound sex( I had never taken a guy home from the bar prior to this ). He objective up texting me early the next morning and we’ve been inseparable ever since. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

31.I was unemployed and had a job interview in the city( NYC) and was a few mins early for my interview so I stopped by a Starbucks to get a beaker of coffee( I know Starbucks is terrible but I wanted a cold brew) while on line I noticed her but didn’t do anything because I was focused on this interview. Anyways she had an issue with her order and turned around and accidentally bumped spilled her coffee all over me, she apologized and offered to pay for my dry cleaning and we exchanged numbers and talked texting and objective up dating. Aimed up didn’t going to that interview but aimed up get a better task so is not merely did I get the girl I also got a job.

32.I’m a commercial airline pilot and she’s a flight attendant. We fulfilled working together years ago when I was first start now as a co-pilot.

I’m planning on retiring early in a few years, she quit her job about 5 years ago to stay home and take care of our kids.

We own a bed and breakfast out in northern California my spouse runs while I’m away, and I’m looking forward to retirement so I can spend more time with her and the kids and helping her operate the place.

33.I was enjoying a cigarette on the smoking deck( designated smoking area) when a girl “re coming out”, sat down and said, “God dammit, fuck this.” I told her to watch her mouth. She said, “Fuck you motherfucker, I can say whatever the fuck I want to say.” We have been married for 10 years last February.

34.My church choir( college freshmen congregation) had seven women in it. I was the only human. After our first performance in a service, a girl came up and asked me who I was, and complimented me on being brave enough to sing in front of everyone.

A few weeks later she’s leading a mid-week venerate thing, and asks if I could sing something solo. I tell her yes, but I require an accompanist. She says she plays piano. I already thought she was cute, but when she started playing at our run-through, I was so breath-taken I missed my entrance.

It took me a while to ask her out, but four years later, we’re blithely married.

35.We met on Neopets as kids and became best friends. Years afterward we realized we were both into daughters so it worked out perfectly and we’re engaged.

36.Staring at her boob to drive a pervert away.

So we were in stage crew in high school. There was a healthy divide of 40+ girls and 4-5 guys including me. There was a lot of flirting, and well … Just naughty behavior all around. Usually boundaries were well respected and everyone had a good time constructing sets and props.

My friend, the perv in this story, is annoying this daughter and I can see her inconvenience. I walk over and ask what he’s doing and she responds :P TAGEND

” He’s staring at my boob and he’s not allowed to !”

To which I answered,” Am I allowed to ?”

She said yes and I proceeded to enjoy the sight of her massive boobs for a few seconds until I watch him in peripheral walk away pissed off. Afterwards, I apologize for his behavior and go back to work. She started talking to me more and eventually we discovered ourselves in a relationship now going on 7 years this July!

37.The day I gratified my husband in a college acting class. Our first class ice breaker was to walk around, and every time the prof said stop we had to stare into the eyes of the person closest to us.

We did this for 5 rounds. Guess who I had to stare at all five times?

We somehow got partnered up for our final acting scene despite not picking each other. We practiced for a few weeks and got to know each other and started going on dates after that. By the time we finished the class we were all over each other.

38.The scene: a shitty three tale home with a sinking floor supported by a makeshift pillar in the basement. Every surface is sticky.

I’m in the back, taking a break from my friends in the midst of a small party. I love them deep but also really wanted everyone to just sort of disappear for a little while. You know, how you usually feel on a Friday night that feels exactly like the last two dozen Friday nights.

I needed someone to complain to about how much I disliked everyone else at the party at that moment. Assure a cute redhead I vaguely recollected from one class and was drunk enough to launch into a little ranting without much of an introduction. Turns out she need to rant too.

39.First class on my first day in college, I see this beautiful girl waiting outside my class for the professor to unlock the door, and realise I have to be with her.

We started dating after a few weeks, and are married now.

Love at first sight.

40.We met at work! We get hired 6 months apart to design bridges and neither of us had ever designed a bridge before, although we had all the needed qualifications to make our boss believe we were capable of learning this.( In other terms, we were both fresh out of engineering grad school and had a strong background in analysis .)

Our desks were side by side, and we liked each other immediately. Our dynamic was very much” office spouse/ office spouse “. It stayed like that for two years. He was very good at designing bridges, as it turned out, and moved up speedily. I was merely ok at designing bridges, and was not moving up, so I took a chore in a different department( thankfully, I have moved up well here ), and after I left, we realized we missed each other, and started dating.

We live together now, and couldn’t be happier.( He still designs bridges .)

41.College my sophomore year. I was on the men’s lacrosse squad and she was on the women’s lacrosse team. It was the first week of school( I only transferred from another college) and I was sitting with a few people at lunch. She strolled in and I asked my friends who she was and they let me know. I said ” I’m going to end up marrying that daughter .” She had a BF of 5 years( afterward found out that he was a dick) at the time and some guy that plainly liked her said ” good luck trying to get that …” She eventually sat down at the same table as me and we chatted. Apparently one of the other girls on her squad let her know what I said about marrying her later that day. I received a text a few hours later from a random number and it was her. That’s where it all started. We were very good friends for a while and she eventually aimed things with her bf and we started dating a few months later. We have been together for 6 years and we are getting married next year.

42.She sat down next to me on the first day of grad school. We both were into Neil Gaiman and Modern Poetry. I let her borrow the first few trades of The Sandman.

After that we started hanging out more, I demonstrated her around the city( she was from out of township ). Bought her a develop pass with $20 on it, but I was slacken to make a move. If it wasn’t for her roommate saying,” Dude, guys don’t buy develop pass for you if they don’t like you ,” we might not be together.

Been together 7 years.

43.She was my waitress when I was out with some friends. I left my number( first and only time ever) she called and 19 years later we are still together.

44.I was really into Scott Pilgrim vs The World when it came out in theaters when I was in high school. Bought all the graphic fictions, find it 4 times in theaters, bought the soundtracks, and bought the video game when it came out. I was obsessed.

After classes aimed and as I would stroll to the bus, I noticed on occasion this daughter walking down the dorms wearing a Scott Pilgrim shirt. I had to meet this girl!

Well the day came during a field trip to Gettysburg and there she was wearing the shirt. I get so nervous, had to work up the heroism, and she was also with a friend who is best friend’s with my previous girlfriend. Oh boy this was going to be tough.

Ended up not being too bad. I asked her the obvious question if she was a Scott Pilgrim fan and we hit it off from there surprisingly. Even more a coincidence, when we got to the buses, all I wanted to do was talk to her more about Scott Pilgrim and we didn’t because she sat next to her friend but she was a seat behind me, this entire field trip. It was destiny.

Anyways we’re close to 8 years strong together and will watch Scott Pilgrim once a year.

45.We fulfilled online on this is something that cringey anime-themed roleplay website and have been together for 4 years and married now. We try to forget about the site but some times we reminisce and wince together.

46.His mothers bought the house next to my grandparents home when his mommy was pregnant with him and I was two. I assume that I satisfied him when he came home from the hospital? It’s not something I recollect, he’s just always been a part of my life.

There was a period of time where we hadn’t seen each other for over eight years, and one night I was Facebook stalking a second cousin of mine and my old childhood friend’s mommy popped up! Through her I detected him, reached out, and within three months we were dating. Next month we celebrate our third marriage anniversary.

47.We were in the same class for a program for people on welfare.

Soon after the conflicts aimed, I determined a task in the city. I recommended that she apply since we were still hiring, and she got hired too! Not soon after that, I helped her out by letting her know my home had a room open to rent( 1 house 5 bedrooms, I was a tenant ), and she moved in. I wasn’t seeking any kind of relationship with her.

One day I heard her chuckling while watching Youtube and it was the most beautiful and genuine laugh. I thought to myself “fuck”. A couple weeks later we were watching Stranger Things and we started holds hands and cuddling.

We’re getting married next year

48.Technically we shared a hospital room at birth. Both our moms were stuck together. My mom is his aunt’s best friend( 20+ years ). The session we remember came subsequently. About 6 years old. I told him he was ” super duper handsome” and leaned in to kiss him because I’d seen it on a show. He kicked me in the vagina and ran away.

The boy aimed up chasing me for years. We ultimately started dating at 18 and now 10 years and 2 beautiful sons later, we are still going strong!

49.In a hot tub. I was about 14 and her best friend was dating my best friend. I set my limb around her and said ” do you come here often ?” Knowing it was an extremely cheesy pickup line. Now, about 16 years later, I still use that line on her when she’s in the bathroom, in bed, in the kitchen…

50.I was very drunk at a house party in college and was building my way to the bathroom to run throw up when I insured a girl who just lost a drinking game, and had to chug a beaker of a bunch of different alcohols. She was like she actually didn’t want to, and I figured since I was going to go throw up anyway, I might as well do it.

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“...Didn’t He?”

Requested by an anon. GIRIBOY IS BACK LOVELIES! My man is back and popping. 

Today, your two year anniversary. You’d been going two years strong. There is a reason why I say “you’d been”, instead of have been. You’ve never had a huge problem where you wanted to leave him. They were all minor. But that all changed today. Today was going to mark two years of your loving relationship with him, but he failed to remember. 

This day was very important. He promised he wouldn’t forget. He promised just last year he’d never forget. He even said he had it all planned out seven months ago! ‘So how could he forget?!’ You thought. 

You were a good friend of Swings. Swings was a good friend of your older brother’s. You had a lot in common, he was just older so you didn’t talk to him a lot but you knew he was there. Sometimes he’d go to school events you had with your brother. He was like a second brother to you. You supported him no matter what because he was there when no one else was. 

Ji Hoon planned you a huge birthday party for your 24th birthday. Of course you knew. You overheard him talking about it on the phone. But you decided not to say a word. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings by you already knowing. 

Finally it was the night of your birthday party. You knew about the party, you just didn’t know the details. When Ji Hoon texted you saying “Come to JM” you thought, of course this is about the party. 

You got dressed, nothing too formal yet nothing too casual. You decided on just some black shorts, a tight t shirt, a black leather jacket, and some black knee high leather boots. You put on a few layers of makeup, grabbed your purse and left. You made it to Just Music in only 15 minutes. You walked in and no one was around. 

“Ji Hoon Oppa! Ji Hoon Oppa!” You called out. 

You looked around the building and you couldn’t find a single person. You sighed. You finally opened the door to backroom, Ji Hoon never wanted you to go into and there everyone was. 

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!” 

“You guys!” You say faking it because of course you already knew. 

Throughout the night, Ji Hoon introduced you to all his friends and some of the guests he invited to your party. You didn’t want to tell him you knew because he worked really hard on this. 

Finally you walked up to one guy in glasses. “Yo Siyoung! Come meet the birthday girl!” Ji Hoon shouted over the loud music. 

Siyoung stepped toward you and bowed. “Hello, I’m Siyoung. My stage name is Giriboy.” He smiled. 

You chuckled. “You have a nice smile. I’m Y/N.”

“Well Y/N, you have an adorable smile.” He complimented back. 

In the morning you woke up, he wasn’t there. You understood completely because he told you he had to work. Something in you wanted to believe it was a joke just to make you think he was working but really he was working on an anniversary present. 

But in reality, he was actually working. So you did the same. You took a shower, got dressed, and went to work. You had an office job, hella boring. All you did was get paid for sitting at a desk and typing your life away on a desktop computer. 

For 9 hours! 9 hours! 9 life wasting hours! You could feel your life draining more and more, after each word you typed on the keyboard sending it’s way into the document on your computer. 

When it was time to go. You rushed out of there. You rushed home to see Siyoung. He had to be home. He never said he was staying late, he was usually home at this point in time. 

You opened the front door in excitement, but you were met with nothing. He wasn’t even here. You could tell if he wasn’t home. His favorite pair of shoes were gone so of course he was gone. You frowned and stepped out of both of your shoes, leaving them at the door. 

You slumped down on the sofa. You turned on the TV. You pulled out your phone. No calls from Siyoung. No messages or voicemail from Siyoung. ‘Where the hell is he?’ You thought. 

You waited for a word from him. Each hour the sadder you got. Finally until the tears fell. 

“He forgot. Didn’t he?” You asked aloud holding onto one of the sofa pillows. How could he forget the day you’ve been looking forward to for the longest time. 

You threw the pillow down and stomped off to your bedroom. You closed the door and jumped into bed, putting your face deep in the pillows. Sobbing. You cried yourself to sleep, thinking about it. But the question was still ringing in your head even has you slept. How could he forget an important day like this? 

Three in the morning, Siyoung steps through the front door of your shared apartment. To him it was just a late night. He had to stay in the studio all day. He assumed you’d understand. 

You took off his shoes and groaned. Al he wanted was to cuddle with you. You began to walk down the hall, when something on the wall caught his attention. He turned to the wall, to be face to face with a calendar. He looked at yesterday’s date, there was a huge red circle with words inside of it. It was Y/N’s handwriting. “Anniversary! Don’t forget Siyoung! I’m counting on you!”

His eyes widened. He rushed to your bedroom, and opened the door. He was you holding a pillow. He looked around the bedroom and saw a broken picture frame just across the room. He just assumed you threw it. He walked over to the bed and saw the dried up tears on your face. 

It broke his heart. He knew he hurt you. He knew you probably would never forgive him. He pulled out his phone and dialed Ji Hoon’s number. He walked out of the room to call Ji Hoon.

“Ji Hoon, I messed up.”

“Messed up? Did you do something to Y/N? I swear! So help me, if I found out you hurt Y/N-”

“I forgot our anniversary.”

“You idiot! Do you know how important your anniversary is to Y/N? You need to make it up to her. Now! Get moving lover boy! I can help.”

“Alright. Thanks hyung.” Siyoung said before he hung up. 

He walked back to the front door, put his shoes on, and walked out the door.

At 10 sharp you woke up. You sat up and looked around the room. No sign of Siyoung. “That bastard.” You cursed to yourself. 

You climbed out of bed, and drug yourself to the bathroom. You took a quick shower. You had no where to go. Today was your day off. You changed into a pair of sweatpants and a white t shirt. You walked into the kitchen and looked on the counter top and gasped. 

In front of you was a huge display. Many different types of candies, chocolate, and fruits. Three different types of stuff animals. A bear, a bunny, and a puppy. A couple of closed boxes in set in different ways, making it obvious something very important was in them. Bouquets of flowers of all kinds. Two designer handbags. All topped off with a letterin the front of it all. 

You grabbed it and opened it up. “I’m the worst at shit like this. I know that, Y/N. But I wanted to say, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for forgetting our anniversary. I knew how important to you and I fucked it over. I’m not good apologizes, I really hope you can forgive me for my idiotic ways and the late nights. I don’t wanna lose you. I’m sorry for letting my career take over the spot that is meant for my loving and beautiful girlfriend. You deserve so much better. But I don’t want you to leave me. Jagi, please. Forgive me.” The letter read. 

“So? Will you forgive me?” You heard his voice behind you. 

You turned around to see him. He looked tired. “Did you really do this for me?”

“I did, Ji Hoon hyung helped a little. He picked out the bags.” He admitted. You walked up to him and hugged him tightly. “You’re not too bad at this apology thing. I forgive you.” 

He smiled and hugged back. “Happy late anniversary, jagi. I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

A cutie. I hope you enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. Thanks for reading. 

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What to Watch: The Leftovers

By: KWR

 *Author’s Note: This will be a recurring series 

The Leftovers is a hard show to watch. As a viewer you are constantly put in the position of intimately observing the heartbreak, grief, mental breakdowns, and struggles with faith/belief systems that most people shy away from experiencing in their own lives. For a show to challenge the viewer to keep watching through that subject matter the viewer needs to see excellent writing, directing, acting, and have it all put together in a compelling way through editing and music direction. If even one of those is out of whack, the whole thing falls apart. The Leftovers will give you all of that. 

The Leftovers’ plot revolves around 2% of the world’s population that vanished on October 14, 2011 and those who remained on this mortal coil. The story picks up three years after the Sudden Departure and follows Kevin Garvey (Justin Theroux), as Mapleton’s Chief of Police, getting his department and town ready for the third anniversary of the departure. The vibe similar to many of the memorial ceremonies taking place today around the country on 9/11 every year. Families are present, names of those lost are read, many people searching for elusive closure. As you could imagine, when 2% of the world’s population vanishes without answer, it can have lasting impact on those who are left to make sense of the madness. On the surface it seems that people on The Leftovers have accepted the new reality and moved on. However, as you watch the story unfold and learn more about the characters you see each person go on their own journey to learn how to live in their new world. Yes, it can seem sad or depressing at times. You’re watching people process grief, or fake it ‘til you make it and not process what happened, ultimately overcompensating in other ways to pretend they are OK. The Sudden Departure seems like a fantastic science fiction plot device, but take a look at the world around us today and see how people are using social media. Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook, Twitter and whatever else comes out next gives the user an opportunity to curate their lives for others. Show the best, pretend the worst doesn’t exist. Sitting in a waiting room with nothing to do? Don’t let yourself think. Check out your Instagram feed. Don’t want to deal with your credit card bills and financial situation? Post some happy pictures or one of the 35 pictures you took of your last meal. Don’t want to deal with the overwhelming feeling of parenting after a long day? Check out that Twitter feed while your little rugrat plays on the floor. Watching others experience dramatized versions of things we go through every day is hard, looking in the mirror is hard. 

Around the time The Leftovers premiered I was going through some personal struggles. I watched the pilot episode just as I was entering the beginning of the end of issues that were silently creating self destructive behavior. My drinking was “casual with control” and I was standing on the precipice of “extremely casual with no control”. I had a period where I aggravated a back injury and had a doctor that was too quick to write 90 day prescriptions of Percocet. I was detaching myself from living in the present with work and my family due to stress, anxiety and depression. My daughter just had her first birthday. My wife was struggling with postpartum depression, and I was quickly slipping into depression as well. Work stress was becoming indistinguishable from stress at home. I did not recognize that I was seeing myself portrayed in all these characters, someone who was lost and unable to make sense of the world. To me, the Sudden Departure wasn’t about 2% of the world disappearing around me, but my pre-fatherhood life/identity disappearing. I never accepted my new reality and moved on. I just moved on without processing what that means to me and my identity, trying to fake it ‘til I make it. The mirror was put right in front of me, and I did not realize I was looking at myself. 

About a year after The Leftovers premiered I had spun out of control, and thankfully, my wife was supportive and understanding, was someone who listened when I was at my lowest point. After a long day of drinking and a tearful discussion about my problems I started therapy to figure out what the hell was going on with in my head. I quit drinking for 30 days and dried out. My therapy lasted for sixteen months (completed in January of this year) and I made a lot of progress in dealing with my anxiety, depression, and motivations for my self destructive behavior. I certainly wasn’t “cured” instantly and still find myself striving to improve myself in some key areas. As I was going through this difficult time The Leftovers kept the mirror held up and I looked right into the reflection. Within the mirror I slowly began to see myself looking back at me. 

What makes The Leftovers compelling for reasons other than my own, and why I strongly recommend everyone watch, is the show will make you think. Not think as in theories of the show’s mysteries, or what spoilers will leak to give away the plot, but think as in “where do I fit in my world?” “How do I process changes in my own life?” “What is faith to me?” “What is spirituality?” and so on and so on. One of the show’s creators, Damon Lindelof, learned some valuable lessons while producing and being show runner of Lost from season 2 to the finale. Lost is famous for two things: 1. Having one of the best TV pilot episodes ever produced and 2. Having one of the worst series finales ever produced. Nailing both end of the spectrum is quite a feat to accomplish. Lost had one of the best pilots ever because it introduced storytelling methods such as flashbacks, mysteries, compelling characters, and crazy action sequences when network TV didn’t do such things. Lost had one of the worst finales because the show promised answers to the mysteries they introduced and they didn’t deliver the goods the audience wanted. The Lost finale, rather than provide definitive answers, spent a lot of time providing closure to the metaphysical and spiritual storylines that were introduced in season six, not putting a giant bow on the previous five seasons worth of storytelling mysteries. After the critical bashing Lost received, Lindelof, and co-creator Tom Perotta (author of The Leftovers book that inspired the show), were very quick to tell the audience that some, if not most, of the mysteries won’t be answered. You won’t find out to where the people departed, or what caused the Sudden Departure. That’s for the viewer to consider and solve. No answer is wrong, just as no answer to whether there is an afterlife and what that afterlife would be like is wrong. Rather than be an omnipotent observer as you are in most shows The Leftovers puts you on the same level as the characters. Is one character the next messiah? Did someone really die and come back to life? Is there another reality where only 2% of the world’s population remains after 98% departed? We, the audience and the characters, have no idea. 

I recommend this television show to the people who read and write on this blog because it is apparent that most people are the introspective type. For those who need more impartial opinions of the show, here’s less subjective and more objective analysis. The Leftovers received modest ratings from critics in season one with a 65/100 on Metacritic. Season two saw an improvement to of fifteen points to 80/100 on Metacritic. Season three received an astounding 98/100 on Metacritic. As the show was getting better the writers also took bold risks in storytelling and the gamble paid dividends. Season two was a different locale with the same characters as season one, and season three spent most of the time taking the characters all across the globe while wrapping up their story lines. The music, composed by Max Richter is haunting, peaceful, and powerful. The soundtrack of artists and songs was incredibly varied and it all fit within the story. There is a terrific cameo from one of my favorite 80’s/90’s sitcoms that isn’t just lip service or a cheap ploy, it serves the story and moves the plot forward. If, for no other reason, you should watch The Leftovers to watch some of the best episodes of any TV show ever produced. Season two’s “International Assassin” is a treat to watch and it kicks off a terrific sequence of events that propels the story to an explosive conclusion. I watched the season two finale and remarked to my wife that “I may have watched the best episodes of television I have ever seen.” Season three continued taking risks, and since it was well known it would be the final season, each episode had a purpose and there was no wasted time while barreling towards a conclusion. I won’t go into much more detail, I can’t get into all the things I want to talk about without spoiling the best parts. 

By the time The Leftovers reached its conclusion I was about to enter the final months of my therapy. I had done better with dealing with all the causes of my self destructive behavior. I was more present with my family and at work. Things were going well, but I still had progress to make and some relapses in behavior were yet to come. The Leftovers’s finale was ideal for what the show was promised to be: some answers were given, and a lot was still left to your interpretation… which is exactly what life is for everyone. I come back to The Leftovers periodically, not because I get sentimental over my struggles and recovery, but because I need to look back into that mirror as a reality check on my behavior. My recovery, growth, and ability to manage my life going forward is constantly evolving. I was still hiding behind social media to keep myself from engaging and being present with my family and also myself. My drinking would ebb and flow because I knew I had to do something about it, but didn’t really want to, or believe I had to, but I’ve finally achieved some peace with this behavior. I don’t want to wake up feeling like shit anymore. I don’t want to immediately negate any hard work I put in at the gym because I want a beer or bourbon. I know I lose control when I have an open bottle of liquor, so I have to be aware of how that will impact me. I know I have to be better for my wife and daughter. I don’t want to set an example for my daughter that she should turn to alcohol to deal with difficult times, or that she should find it OK to have a partner that does the same thing. I’m ready to be a parent and a better husband and I’ve accepted my new reality. It took time, much longer than I’d really like to admit, but I’ve found peace with that. My process was not nearly as dramatic as The Leftovers, but I still wound up in the right direction. Therapy alone would have helped me, but I don’t know how well I would have come through the process if I didn’t have a mirror to look into along the way. Sometimes all we need is a mirror to look into. 

And sometimes we really just need truly great television to watch.