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hyunsracha · 5 years ago

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for your entertainment — han jisung

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summary: jisung panics when he sees cute people. he also stares at them.

so you work at an entertainment store right

where ppl can buy like uhhh movies and albums n merch n stuff!!

u like ur job.. it’s one of the least popular stores in the mall so u spend most of ur time organizing and reorganizing with one earbud in listening to music

u have to wear a boring grey t-shirt as uniform so u spice things up by making the rest of u look good

everyone else does the same thing i mean … ur manager lia wears purple eyeshadow ok

ur other manager chris doesn’t even try to look good! and it’s so fucking annoying u wanna knock his fuck 24/7

random girl: hehe<3 can i have ur number?

chris: only if u sign up for our rewards program<3

u, angry bc u haven’t sold any rewards programs in a week: >:(

ur other two co-workers are hyunjin and jeongin.

hyunjin has a pretty popular youtube dancer cover channel, but for Copyright Reasons it’s not paying the bills

and jeongin is a senior in high school and this is his first job and u just wanna pinch his little cheeks every time u work together

“y/n i swear to god i’m gonna punch u and get fired rn stop POKING MY CHEEKS-”

“he’s just a little baby…*to passing customer* LOOK AT THE BABY!”

“>:(((“

so it’s a tuesday night.

tuesday nights are the fucking best (worst if u love talking to ppl) bc u’ll get like … 2 customers in 4 hours?

it’s 8pm and the mall closes at 9

usually u start vacuuming at 8:30 but at like 7:50 chris was like “GET THE FUCKING VACUUM WE’RE CLOSING RN !!”

jeongin: u do it.

u: no u do it bitch.

jeongin: *sticks out his fist*

u sigh and do rock paper scissors like the baby wants.

and u lose

u fucking lose

and jeongin just cackles, sitting down on the stool behind the registers

so u trudge to the back room and the vacuum, grumbling about how ur older so jeongin should be doing this!!

but it’s fine!

so you’re vacuuming right.

and in storms Han Jisung

yes han jisung is the kinda dude to come to the mall right before closing and go on a shopping spree

he’s got his best friend lee minho in tow, who does Not look happy to be here.

“come on minho!! i need to get season 4 of naruto to finish my collection!!” jisung whines, pulling on his friend’s arm as he stands on his tiptoes to look for the anime section.

“can you keep your voice down?? i have an image, yanno.”

“minho you’re literally here to buy a kelly clarkson album.”

minho grumbles and waddles off towards the cds, where you are...vacuuming...loudly

and minho’s like -____- why are u so fucking loud

like u don’t MEAN to be loud?? but it’s a VACUUM??

so minho’s looking for his beloved kelly clarkson album right,

and jisung comes around the corner, season 4 of naruto in tow.

and he sees you

and nearly drops it

jisung gets crushes very easily okay..

he can’t help it! the boy loves to love (◕‿◕)♡

and u look so cute in ur lil t-shirt!! like a little retail angel!!

so he grabs minho’s arm and DRAGS HIM TO where the movies are

and he panics!

“THEY’RE SO CUTE AAH I WANNA GIVE THEM A BIG FAT HUG-”

“do you mean the person vacuuming -__- loud as hell”

“minho it’s a vacuum.”

so you stop vacuuming and return the vacuum to the back room (and wash ur hands in the bathroom bc the soap smells like lemons and sunshine) and come back to the floor

u have a ton of time until closing so u just. sit.. and start reorganizing the heavy metal albums.

after a while u feel … weird … like ur being watched

so u turn around and. there they are. staring like (・_・)

and ur like “HELLO?!?!” but u don’t say anything

u just give them a Customer Service Smile and a, “can i help you with anything?”

jisung just giggles and shakes his head and minho keeps fuckign staring

mr lee i will knock ur fuck is that what u want

so u shrug and go back to ur sorting, keeping an eye on the CREEPS in ur store.

at 8:55 chris is like “jeongin go close the gate.” n jeongin’s like “FUCK YEAH” bc he gets to hold a big stick

so he’s walking towards the front of the store with his Big Stick when he sees jisung and minho

“what da hell are y’all doing?” is what he thinks but he says, “(: hi! the store closes in five minutes and i’m about to close the front gate. i’m so sorry, but you have to leave now! :)”

so jisung pouts and minho rolls his eyes, dragging his friend out of the store.

jeongin uses his Big Stick to pull the gate down and he locks it at about mid calf level so y’all can get out.

so that night, u go home and do some homework, but ur still thinking about those weirdos.

but! u’ll probably never see them again!

right?

Wrong.

u see them the next day!

they’re still watching u, but they’re closer

and minho looks more irritated.

towards the end of the night, ur Upset and Confused so u go over to them like o_o. What do u want.

and jisung goes JISJSJHTIE

and minho goes, “jisung thinks you’re cute.”

u start to blush, but jisung squeaks, “NO ahah- uh- he likes to talk in third person! he’s jisung ahaha.”

“my name is not jisung i would Hate to be named jisung.”

“WH- why? there’s a soccer player named jisung. and an idol! multiple idols!”

“yeah the guy in nct is 2 years younger than you and has the same name. and what have You done successfully? Quickly-”

“HEY-”

the two boys in front of u bicker while u start zoning out at the wall behind them.

you knew that the boy with blue hair was jisung, but you didn’t know the one with brown hair. and you assumed that they were friends, judging by the .. bonding activity that is staring at an employee.

and jisung wasn’t …. ugly

like he was really … really cute

but staring at people is fucking weird, jisung!!

when u finally snap out of it, u huff, “okay losers. we are closing soon. so you have to leave. but you’re welcome to come back tomorrow if you’re going to actually talk to me and not just stand in the corner! okay?”

the boys nod, grinning at each other before dashing out of the store.

so, like u said, they’re back the next day!

and this time they actually talk to u! Wow!

you’re sitting on the floor in the back of the store, organizing the funko pops for the 70th time when you feel A Presence.

two, actually.

it’s the two boys, sitting on either side of u.

“hi,” jisung says, playing with his fingers in his lap.

“you’re jisung, right? the cute one..” u reply absentmindedly

u hear a choking sound and then Silence

miss jisung ? miss JISUNG ?

he’s alive, but jfc BARELY

u just called him the CUTE ONE?!?!?

paying no mind, u turn to the boy on ur right, “and you are?”

“lee minho. don’t worry, you won’t forget it.”

“was that supposed to be a pick-up line?”

“did it work?”

“no.”

“HAH!” and jisung’s alive again.

u spend the rest of ur shift talking to the boys, telling them all about ur life while they told u about theirs

u learned that minho was a dancer just like hyunjin! but he went to the nearby university to study.

and that’s where he met jisung, who’s a music composition major

...and a soundcloud rapper…

u could help the laugh that pushed past ur lips at his words

“WHY ARE U LAUGHING.”

“a SoundCloud rapper. really, sung?”

“IT’S COOL ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ”

u couldn’t imagine him as a ‘cool’ rapper dude

he just looked so fluffy :(

at 8:55, the boys got kicked out by jeongin again, but they stood outside the gate, waiting for u

“What do y’all want.”

“i wanna walk u to ur car:(“

“i don’t.”

“ok minho then Leave.”

“NO DON’T he’s my ride don’t say that to him.”

it’s dark outside, and a warm wind blows through ur hair.

it’s late spring, with summer (and finals) fast approaching.

“walking me to my car...what a gentleman…”

“yeah that’s why you should totally go on a date with me haha.”

“what?”

“you said-”

“i didn’t say anything.”

minho sighs from behind u, not understanding why his best friend has to be so damn stupid all the time

u lean on ur driver’s side door, not making eye contact with the boy

u didn’t know how to say bye..no one’s ever walked u to ur car before??

“so…” jisung speaks for u, “can i … have your number? so i don’t show up at the store when you’re not working.” he holds his phone out for u to take, a sheepish smile barely visible due to the lights in the parking lot.

“oh! totally.” you take the phone from him, jolting when ur fingers graze his. u set ur contact as ‘the person sungie likes to stare at~” before giving it back to him.

he chuckles at the name, and u feel something inside of u go DOKIDOKI

when he says goodnight and walks away, minho giving u a quick nod, u lock urself in ur car so u can PANIC

u barely know this boy. he’s a weirdo. why is ur heart going dokidoki

heart STOP IT!!

it only gets worse when u hear the text notification sound from ur phone:

[ unknown ]: do u work tmrw? (^_−)☆ i already miss u

…. frick …. he texts cute

dammit jisung why couldn’t u send the laughing emoji

[ y/n ]: i do ! ^.^ i’ll see u then?

[ creeper ]: wouldn’t miss it~ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ goodnight!

u nearly slam ur head on the steering wheel.

true to his word, jisung was back the next day

and the day after that

the day after That, u were off, so u didn’t see him

but u guys texted nearly all day!

jisung was just … really easy to talk to :/

and really funny :/

and every time he giggled u just wanted to cry a little bit :/

and u feel like a CLOWN bc u have a CRUSH on this dude that hangs out with u at WORK

one day, ur at work, and jisung isn't there:((

u feel a little dumb being upset about it, but u were starting to get used to the little guy

“somebody looks like a sad clown.”

“hyunjin~” u whine.

“oh no. that’s the boy problems whine. uhhh suddenly i’m on break!” he tries to stand and walk away, but u pull him back down next to u.

see, u and hyunjin were pretty close.

u two are the same age and watch the same dramas.

and ur both super dramatic

which is WHY when u got ur heart broken by lee donghyuck a few months after u started working there, he was ur shoulder to cry - and complain - on.

“stop :( there was this boy who came in every day and talked to me and he’s super cute but he’s not here today and i miss him :(“

hyunjin just …. stared at u like …. wtf are u talking about

“do you have his number?”

“yes.”

“have you texted him to ask why he’s not here today?”

“...no…”

“(；￣Д￣) Y/N U FUCKIN FOOL!!! U ABSOLUTE IMBECILE!!!”

“STOP YELLING AT ME HWANG HYUNJIN I’LL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU LOVE!”

a customer standing in front of the register, trying to buy some headphones: uh.. should i go?

u make hyunjin deal with the customer while u sneak out ur phone to text jisung

[ y/n ]: where are u . no one is here 2 annoy me today (except hyunjin but he doesn’t count)

u wait 5 minutes … no reply

10 minutes … no reply

an hour … no reply

“WAAAAA ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡ HYUNJIN ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡”

hyunjin, handing a poor lady her receipt: jesus fucking christ

ur sulking as u leave the store that night

u still feel dumb, but now ur too Sad to feel dumb

u press the lock button on ur car keys so the lights would come on and the horn would sound, telling u where ur car was

“OH FUCK- jesus...stupid car…”

….that’s not what ur car horn sounds like.

u slowly approach, holding ur keys in between ur fingers

ur not afraid to stab a bitch with ur mail key and that’s on wolverine.

u breathe a sigh of Relief when u see it’s just jisung leaning against ur door

wait

jisung

“jisung?” u voice ur thoughts

his hand comes up to rub the back of his neck, “yeah..hi..sorry i didn’t text you back. i nearly backed out of doing this and i didn’t wanna look stupid.”

“you look stupid all the time.”

“jeez, thanks.”

u cross ur arms, stepping closer to the boy, “back out of what?”

“well i uh- do you remember how minho said i think you’re cute on the first day we talked?”

you nod.

“well...that hasn’t changed. i think you’re cute...really cute, actually.”

you blush again, just like the first time, “what does me being cute have to do with you standing in front of my car?”

“well, i don’t have a car, so i’m hoping...you can drive when we go on our first date?”

your heart nearly stops, but you start to smile.

“han jisung, are you asking me out?”

“are you saying yes?”

“yes.”

“then yeah. i am.”

your smile only gets wider as you close the gap between you two, wrapping your arms around his middle. he pats your head, a chuckle vibrating under your ear.

“also i need a ride home. minho dropped me off.”

“*sigh* jisung…”

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honyakuninakunaru · 4 years ago

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Support Found Amidst The Sky // Murr SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

Akira: "...My, it's already this late. I still haven't adapted to the way things are here, have I? A day goes by in the blink of an eye! I faced a lot of things today too. It's kind of a fresh experience though. The wizards are all very unique, but I've come to love them because of that, and I want to become dear friends with all of them."

???: "Knock-knock!"

Akira: "Hm?"

Akira: ("Is that supposed to be...the sound of knocking? They're vocalizing it though...")

Akira: "Is someone there?"

(Creak)

Murr: "Good evening, Master Sage!"

Akira: "Murr? What's up?"

Murr: "With me? A lot! Something's always up with me!"

Akira: "That's not what I meant... Let me rephrase that. Did something troublesome happen to you?"

Murr: "Mhm! Just now, Shylock and I were playing tag!"

Akira: "Tag?"

Murr: "Yep! He might find me soon, so will ya let me hide here for a while? Or would you rather join us instead? Wanna run from Shylock together?"

Akira: ("Now's my chance to get closer with Murr... But it's so late...")

Akira: "...Yawn."

Murr: "Oh?"

Akira: ("Oops...")

Murr: "That was a bi~g yawn just now! Are ya feelin' sleepy?"

Akira: "S-sorry. I was actually about to go to bed..."

Murr: "You're gonna sleep even if the moon is so pretty tonight? What a waste~ If I were you I'd stay up until the sun rises, y'know?"

Akira: "Until sunrise...? You sure are passionate, Murr..."

Murr: "Ahaha! Your eyelids are looking kinda heavy. If today won't do, then we're gonna play next time, when your eyes are properly open!"

(Footsteps)

Shylock: "Just when I was wondering where you could've gone."

Akira: "Shylock?"

Murr: "Shoot! He found me!"

Shylock: "Pardon the interruption, Master Sage. I will be retrieving this straggling cat, so please rest assured."

Murr: "Bye-bye, Master Sage! See ya tomorrow!"

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(The next day) (Courtyard)

Akira: ("...Morning already? It's always so bright in this room...")

Murr: "Morning, Master Sage!"

Rutile: "Good morning!"

Akira: “Whoa!

Akira: ("W-why are these two the first thing I see...and so up close!? Moreover, where...")

Murr: "You finally woke up!"

Akira: "G-good morning. Um...Why am I in the courtyard...?"

Murr: "I told ya we were gonna play today, yeah? That's why I carried ya over while you were asleep!"

CHAPTER 2

Akira: "Did Murr invite you too, Rutile...?"

Rutile: "Yes. This morning, Murr came up to me and asked me if I wanted to play with you two."

Murr: "He taught me a game from the Southern Country!"

Akira: "A game from the South?"

Murr: "Yup! I'm gathering games from different countries and studying their regional differences! The games from every country should differ at least a little, right? Just like the taste of fruits and songs alter depending on the area. Or they might be all the same!"

Akira: "I see...! What kind of games are common in the South, Rutile?"

Rutile: "Well, games for wizards tend to be a bit extreme in general."

Akira: ("Extreme!?")

Murr: "Ahaha! Master Sage, excitement is written all over your face! Will ya join us?"

Akira: "I'll try to keep up...!"

Akira: ("I'm getting the same feeling right before a ride on a roller coaster at an amusement park...")

Rutile: "There's this game from my childhood that I really liked... First, you draw several circles on the ground. Then, you jump through each one, and whoever runs through all of them and reaches the end, wins."

Murr: "And if ya lose?"

Rutile: "There's a punishment game!"

Akira: ("Huh, that sounds very similar to hopscotch.")

Akira: "There's a game just like this in my world, too."

Rutile: "Is that so? Then you should know how to play!"

Murr: "Hey, don'tcha think it will be more fun if we do it like this? <Eanul Lambru>!"

Akira: "Whoa...!"

Akira: ("The circles started floating...!")

Murr: "It's boring if you can only run on land!"

Akira: ("Mid-air hopscotch... Now that's pretty extreme!")

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(Whoosh)

Rutile: "...All clear!"

(Whoosh)

Murr: "Ta-dah! I'm done, too!"

Akira: ("Wow, these two ran past me with such ease...")

Murr: "You're next, Master Sage!"

Akira: "A-alright!"

Akira: ("I've ridden on a broom before, but this is a bit too high... Just gotta make sure not to look down!")

Akira: "Here we go! ...Whoa!"

Akira: ("The difference in size and height of the circles makes it difficult to jump from one to another...!")

Akira: "And another one! ...A?"

Akira: ("Shit...! I'm falling!")

Murr: "<Eanul Lambru>!"

Rutile: "<Ortonik Setomaoje>! A-are you alright?"

Murr: "Your eyes are all wide!"

Akira: "...Pff...Ahaha!"

Rutile: "Master Sage?"

Akira: "I'm sorry. I ended up laughing at how scared I got just now."

Murr: "Did ya have fun?"

Akira: "Yeah, lots! Thank you for inviting me."

Murr: "There's another game in line, the fun's just starting!"

Rutile: "Another game?"

Murr: "Yep, yep! It’s the loser's punishment game!"

CHAPTER 3

Akira: "...Is this really a punishment game?"

Murr: "It is! You gotta take a stroll around the sky on my broom!"

Rutile: "I'm very happy to fly side by side with you, Master Sage."

Akira: ("...I was prepared for something more intense, but this will do.")

Murr: "Look! Over there! A flock of migrating birds!"

(Flap-flap)

Rutile: "Ah, you're right. I wonder where are they headed."

Murr: "We're gonna find out if we follow em! Let's go!"

Rutile: "While we're at it, how about we make it a race, Mister Murr? Let’s see who will catch up to the flock first."

Murr: "Sounds good! We're starting right now!"

Rutile: "Okay!"

Akira: "Wait─!"

(Whoosh)

Akira: ("T-the pace picked up all of a sudden!")

Rutile: "As expected of Mister Murr! But I won't lose─!"

Murr: "Ahaha! Faster, faster!"

Akira: ("Too fast, too fast...! How many kilometres per hour are we hitting?")

Murr: "Closing your eyes is a no-go, Master Sage! It's too early to be sleeping!"

Akira: ("Ah, he got me... No can do. I'll open them just a little...")

Akira: ("Whoa! Such a beautiful sunset...!")

Rutile: "Pretty, isn't it. It's as if the sky was set ablaze."

Akira: "Yeah... The whole city is bathed in orange hues, and it feels like you can touch the sun!"

Akira: ("So that's what a sunset looks like from the sky...")

Murr: "This is miles different from when you first rode on my broom, right, Master Sage? This time, we're having fun!"

Akira: ("He's right... Everything was a bit scary at the beginning. But now, I have trust in Murr and everyone else, because we are friends.")

Murr: "Hey, Master Sage?"

Akira: "Yes?"

Murr: "...Are you glad that you became friends with us?"

Akira: "Murr..."

Akira: ("Did he invite me because he noticed I wanted to become closer with everyone...?")

Rutile: "Come and hop on my broom next time, Master Sage!"

Akira: "Yes, by all means!"

Murr: "Let's see, who can I get to teach me new games tomorrow?"

Rutile: "Oh, how about the Northern Wizards? You might discover some interesting ones if you do!"

Murr: "I will! Sounds like fun!"

Akira: ("G-games of the North... Now those might be extreme...")

Murr: "Were ya nervous, back then, Master Sage? Or were ya excited?"

Akira: "Umm... Both, maybe?"

Murr: "Ahaha! That's the bestest feeling in the world!"

Anticipation and uneasiness link hands and dance wildly in my chest. I have a feeling that my days will continue with this everlasting touch of excitement.

No, I'm sure there will be more unusual affairs and wonderful events in the future. This feeling firmly settled within me, as I basked in the setting sun.

Relevant Conditions // Card Episode Story

(Murr's Room)

Akira: "Murr, what would you say is the best way to get along with you?"

Murr: "Do ya wanna be buddies, Master Sage?"

Akira: "Mhm. That's why I'd like to know if there's anything I can do..."

Murr: "I see. Then, I'll tell you!"

Akira: "I’m all ears!"

Murr: "The first thing you can do to get along with me, is play games! Games with me will get you super-duper excited! The more excited you are, the more we'll get along!"

Akira: "I see... Anything else?"

Murr: "You gotta know interesting stuff that I don't know of! If you have any stories about foreign games or strange creatures, I'd love to listen! Your world sounds like it's lots of fun!"

Akira: "Does that make you 'super-duper excited' as well?"

Murr: "You got it! I love that feeling!"

Akira: "Thank you, Murr, I'll keep that in mind."

Murr: "Ah! I forgot a real important thing!"

Akira: "Important?"

Murr: "Don't go imitating others! The way you are right now is best! That's the best way to become my friend. Don't forget that, Master Sage."

#mahoyaku #translation #murr

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heavy-focking-metal · 5 years ago

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ight so i was tagged by the lovely @1920s-obsessed to do this thing where i put my music on shuffle and the first ten songs i put down then tag ten people. i’m pretty sure i’ve done this already but that’s ight.

1. Bound for the Floor by Local H

2. Outside by Staind

3. Life of my own by Three Doors Down

4. Fake it by Seether

5. Holier than Thou by Metallica

6. Loser by Three Doors Down

7. Hero of the Day by Metallica

8. The thing that should not be by Metallica

9. Even Flow by Pearl Jam

10. Prince Charming by Metallica

okie dokie that’s it. i tag @pantomime-python @howblunt @kriegsmarine-kishu @bigknifestinkman @god @karaboo16 @slut-4-lars and that’s it because i don’t know that many people ahaha bye

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letswritebangtan · 6 years ago

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132 with namjoon😊 please 💟

“For the millionth time, y/n,” Namjoon groaned.

“Why not?” you huffed, tugging onto his right arm.

“I was piss drunk when I said that and you know better than to take me seriously when I’m drunk,” he complained.

“You promised me, Joon.”

Namjoon was starting to regret ever agreeing to the after-party of last night’s award show. He insisted on staying sober so that he could keep an eye on all the boys to make sure they weren’t stepping out of line but curse Jin for daring him to drown a whole pitcher of beer. It wasn’t a wise decision, especially for someone like Namjoon, but leaders make mistakes. And now he had to face the consequences.

“Just one round,” you pleaded.

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk. I have to get to the studio, so I’ll see you at 7 for dinner, okay? I love you, take care,” he said as he gathered his things and tried to leave.

You huffed and grumbled and protested but eventually, Namjoon slipped out of the apartment, leaving you with a deck of cards and no one to play strip poker with. Just then you heard your phone ring, seeing Taehyung on the caller ID, you answered.

“Hello?” you sighed.

“y/nnn, why so sad?” he asked noticing your tone.

“Hm, it’s nothing. So why’d you call?”

“Oh just wondering where Namjoon hyung was. He’s late and I tried calling him but he isn’t answering,” Taehyung explained.

“Oh, he’s on his way. He just left the house,” you mumbled, stomping sulkily up the stairs to your room.

“Aw, y/n, come on, tell me what’s wrong. Was it Namjoon?” he asked.

“He broke a promise,” you huffed.

“Oh, that’s not fair. What was the promise?”

“He said he’d play strip poker with me. But today he said he wouldn’t,” you grumbled.

You heard Taehyung laughing on the other end of the line. “Let me guess, he said that when we were all drunk yesterday, right?”

“Yeah, and now he says that he was drunk so it’s not counted or some bullshit and he leaves for the studio,” you complained.

“Well, a promise is a promise….” Taehyung said.

“Yeah well it isn’t gonna happen I guess,” you said as you flopped onto your bed.

“Tell you what, I’ll call Namjoon hyung and talk to him. I’ll also tell the boys that recording is off for today,” he said.

“You can do that?” you asked surprised.

“Well, if I tell the boys all Namjoon has to do is go home and play some strip poker, they’re gonna laugh so hard and will most probably let it slide.”

“Won’t Namjoon kill you if he finds out you told them about this?” you asked giggling softly.

“Ah, he’ll get over it. Now shoo, I need to call him,” he ushered.

“You shoo,” you retorted.

You could hear him rolling his eyes and it made you laugh. “Okay, bye Tae. Thanks for the help.”

“No problem at all, y/n.”

You rolled around in bed for about twenty minutes just scrolling through Instagram and watching videos. Then you heard the door slam open and you sat up in shock, rushing to the door of your bedroom. You saw Namjoon running up the stairs and he stopped momentarily when he saw you. The two of you had a staring contest for ten seconds before Namjoon stepped forward and dragged you into the room and made you sit on the bed. He then pulled out a deck of cards and started shuffling.

“Namjoon-”

“You wanted to play strip poker, y/n?” he asked amused.

You went speechless for a while, before trying to say something again.

“Why are-”

“Let’s play.”

So, halfway into the game, you were left with your shirt and underwear on and Namjoon, well, he was winning. He had only taken a sock off. One damn sock.

“This isn’t fair!” you exclaimed.

“We’re playing strip poker just like you wanted, babe. What’s not fair?” he asked teasingly.

“You’ve only taken off one sock. And it’s been an hour.”

“I’m playing fair and square aren’t I?”

“Nope, you’re cheating and I know it.”

“y/n, I didn’t drop my work at the studio to come home and cheat at strip poker.”

“Can you at least take your shirt off?” you pleaded.

“You gotta win first, sweetheart.”

You groaned in exasperation. “Okay, you win. No more strip poker,” you huffed as you took your shorts from beside you and began putting them on.

“No don’t put those on! Okay tell you what, let’s spice things up. Bonus round, loser strips completely bare, and the winner decides what to do with the loser. Deal?” he asked.

“Oh, hell no, Joon. You’re gonna win and then it just isn’t gonna get any better-”

“Don’t be a sore loser, baby,” he teased.

“What did you just call me?”

“A sore loser.”

“Grab your cards, Joon. We’ll see who’s the sorest loser of them all,” you challenged.

And in the next round, who won?

Actually, the both of you did.

You ended up losing the round ahem sore loser ahaha im jk jk im the sore loser cuz no one laughs at my jokes :,)

And so you stripped bare and guess what Namjoon did? He teased you a whole lot, before lowering you onto your back and taking this chance to explore every inch of your skin aaand the end is self-explanatory wink wink.

extra

“So who won?” Yoongi asked when Namjoon entered the studio the next day.

“Can’t you tell? Look at those things on his neck, damn, she did all that?” Jungkook asked, earning a smack from Jin.

“Shut up, you’re too young to talk about these kind of things.”

“I’m 21!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“If you guys say another word, I’ll make sure you memorise inappropriate English phrases for your interviews and you won’t even know it,” Namjoon threatened.

“Aw, someone’s shy-” Tae began.

“Sex porny star is definitely known as shy in English, Tae,” Joon said smiling sarcastically.

“I have a bad feeling about that,” Taehyung said skeptically.

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askthetotallynotlosersclub · 5 years ago

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write streddie being soft uwu

Stan: *is doing a puzzle like a quirky kid*

Richie: *is trying to help at said puzzle but failing*

Eddie: Richie you just took my piece!!

Richie: Well it was in the wrong spot!!

Stan: *doesnt pay attention bc P U Z Z L E Y U M Y U M*

Eddie: what do you mean?! It fit into the other ones!!!

Richie: No it didn’t!!

Stan: *almost finishes puzzle yum yum*

Eddie: DEAR LORD- IM SORRY STANLEY BUT THIS IDIOT DOESNT KNOW HOW PUZZLES WORK....but it looks very nice to *smiley boye and kisses his forehead*

Richie: *>:(* Edward bullies me

Stan: *finished puzzle :D* Look it’s done!!!

Eddie: awe that looks very nice Stanley!! And Richie you know I love you to death *kiss*

Richie: I feel unloved- let’s watch a movie, boyfriends

Stan: Can we watch a scary one?

Eddie: I swear you two hate me sometimes- *sits on the couch*

Stan: Nooooo *also sits on the couch* *cuddle part 1*

Richie: Eddie is literally a bully *sits next to edward* *leeches to boyfriends part 1 and 2*

Eddie: you guys know I hate scary movies! Last time I peed myself!!

Stan: It wasn’t even a scary movie-

Richie: It was scooby doo

Eddie: *crosses his arms* and?

Stan: You could just not watch the movie with us?

Richie: *puts on the hip movie uhh poltergeist yeah lmao that’s scary*

Eddie: okay peace out! *runs to his room*

Time: kachow

Richie: EDWARD

Stan: Eddieeeeeee

Eddie: *is sleeping in the other room*

Stan: *finds the b0y* *:0* *sits next to eduardo* *Q U I E T*

Richie: *:0 part 2* *plays with edward’s hair oop* *Q U I E T*

Eddie: *wakes up but is v v v tired* oh hi guys *yawn*

Richie: aloha *continues to play with edwards hair*

Stan: *stan* hi

Eddie: *is like half asleep* you know I love you guys

Stan: *uwu* *leeches to the eduardo* yeah we know

Richie: we love you too, dork

Eddie: *hugs the Stan and falls back asleep*

Stan: *sleep oclock*

Richie: *sleep oclock part 2*

Time: kachow

Rain: kapow

Eddie: *wakes up and it's dark out* Stanny?

Stan: *sl33p*

Eddie: hhhhhhh *sits up but cannot bc thy Roach*

Thunder: KACHOW

Rain: YEEHAW

Eddie: *screams bc of thy thunder*

Richie: *literally falls* FUCK

Stan: *awakens* What-??

Eddie: sorry guys- I'm not the best with thunder storms-

Thunder & Lightning: A

Richie: *roach* *hugs edward*

Stan: *hugs edward part 2*

Eddie: you guys are gonna suffocate me *giggly boye*

Richie: good *teehee giggly boye part 2*

Stan: noooo!! *giggly boye part 3*

Eddie: wow thanks Richie *kiss uwu*

Richie: yeahhh i’m tired- *sleep lmao* *also leech tho*

Stan: *pat* it’s really late

Thunder: ahaha H

Eddie: I know...I'll try to sleep

Stan: good! *kiss úwù* i’m going to sleep *sleep oclock*

Thunder: PENIS SAUCE

Eddie: *falls asleep cuddling the Stan*

Morning: peenids

Stan: *sleep sleep sleep*

Richie: *sleep sleep sleep*

Eddie: *is in the kitchen making breakfast* richie! Stanley!! Breakfast!!

Richie: *aWAKENS* F00D *falls into the kitchen ouchies* ouch

Stan: *awakens* *walks like a NORMAL PERSON* i’m tired *stan*

Eddie: *runs over to Richie* are you okay?

Richie: probably *ouchie there’s a bruise on his arm lmao* *s t an d*

Stan: you’re such an idiot

Eddie: yeah but he's our idiot *hugs the Richie from the side*

Richie: *kisses the edward uwu* thank you both for calling me an idiot

Stan: *hugs the b0yfriends* no problem idiot

Eddie: I love you guys so much but GOD DAMMIT THE EGGS ARE BURNT

Richie: you look like a burnt egg

Stan: don’t bURN THE HOUSE DOWN

Eddie: sit down on the couch or something- I'll have to remake breakfast

Stan: Alright *sits on the couch*

Richie: okay my guy *sits on the stan*

Eddie: Richie- you're going to crush Stan

Richie: too BAD

Stan: iM FINE-!

Eddie: I'm still confused about how you two like each other

Richie: *DRAMATIC GASP* Excuse you Stan loves me!

Stan: I do that’s a fact right there

Eddie: I'm so offended

Stan: Dont burn the house down, Eddie

Richie: *l33ch*

Eddie: I won't burn the house down, breakfast is done! Come eat before it gets cold

Richie: *l e a p s off stan and goes to the kitchen 😔👊*

Stan: *stans into the kitchen*

Eddie: *gets his own breakfast and sits on the couch*

Richie: *gets f00d and sits on the coffee table*

Stan: *gets f00d and sits next to edward* Rich, what the hell are you doing

Eddie: richie what the actual hell- *picks him up and puts him on the couch*

Richie: nooooo *goes back on the coffee table*

Stan: right, okay- can we go to the zoo today?? i want to see the bIRDS

Eddie: sure Stan- we can go see the birds

Stan: cool!!

Richie: can we get food there teehee

Eddie: sure Richie! And Stan I cant wait to Christmas so like *gives him a pet bird*

Stan: IT’S SO CHONKY *B I R D*

Richie: thats a sexy bird- where the fuck did you get money, Eds?

Eddie: I've been saving it up!

Richie: nice job, my guy

Stan: *birdbirdbirdbird* *:D*

Eddie: *kisses the Stan*

Stan: *kisses the edward*

Richie: ewww get a room

Eddie: you guys have literally made out on front of me before

Stan: you WATCHED??

Richie: ewwww eddie watches porn

Eddie: what!? No! I was watching tv

Stan: how did you know then?? we were like- in the other room??

Richie: no we weren’t dumbass

Eddie: it seems like every time I kiss one of you and other one makes fun of me!

Richie: calm yourself my guy *kisses the edward owo*

Stan: what he said minus the my guy part *kisses the edward after roach*

Eddie: hhhhhhhhhh *hugs the roach from the side*

Richie: *leeches to the edward* your hair is soft

Stan: include me you dorks *also leeches*

Eddie: watch me fall asleep again-

Stan: you better not because then I’ll fall asleep

Richie: and I’d get time alone and who wants that ew

Eddie: *yawns*

Richie: *kisses the edward’s forehead* wow what a cutie

Stan: I know right?

Eddie: stop it *hides under a blanket*

Stan: noooo come back *s natches edward*

Richie: *:(*

Eddie: *is in the Stans lap now*

Richie: *kisses the stanley and the edward*

Stan: *hugs the b0ys*

Eddie: *kisses the Stan for like 2 minutes*

Stan: *O W O* *y e e h a w*

Richie: gET A ROOOOM

Eddie: STANLEY WHY

Stan: *red intensifies* i don’t know-

Richie: HAHA GAY

Eddie: *v v v v v red boye* i-

Richie: you two are cowards, if i was in stan’s position right now you’d have to go to the doctor from all the bruises

Stan: *GAY PANIC*

Eddie: R-ICHIE)!!-

Richie: I’m just telling the truth

Stan: *red x28338383*

Eddie: *yeehaw to the Stan* I'm sorry-

Stan: *AHHH* *R E D*

Richie: god get a room this is classified as porn

Eddie: oh shush Rich *kiss uwu*

Richie: *Y E E H A W BR O* rekt amirite

Stan: *dYing*

Eddie: Richieeeeeee *hides and hugs him*

Richie: *hugs the stanley and the edward* you two are nerds

Stan: *red flavor*

Eddie: *cuddles up to the Richie* cold

Richie: *plays with eduardo’s hair heehaw*

Stan: *sleeps bc this is too much red is bad*

Eddie: *falls asleep with the Stan*

Richie: *also sleep heehee*

Phone: kachow my guy

Stan: ughhh *awakens to answer the phone*

Eddie: Stanny what's wrong?

Stan: shhhh phone call *answer phone* oh hi *phone talk*

Eddie: okay...*goes back to sleep*

Stan: *phone talk for an hour wtf* ok bye *phone hang up* *lays back down with the b0yfriends*

Eddie: Stanleyyyyyyy *lays on top of him*

Stan: oh- hi- *holds the edward and the roach’s hands bc owo*

Richie: *probably fuckimg— hibernating*

Eddie: *gives him a kiss but he's like v tired*

Stan: I’m tired bbbye *sleep oclock*

Eddie: *falls asleep on the Stan*

Later o’clock: hola

Richie: *awakens to make a grilled chhhheese*

Stan: *sleep?*

Eddie: *still sleep on stan*

Richie: *sits next to the b0ys and eat a good and cool sandwich* *uwu energy*

Stan: *aWAKENS*

Eddipe: *nuzzles the stan in his sleepp*

Stan: *pat pat* what time is it?

Richie: how should i know? we slept all day though, it’s dark again

Eddie: *wakes up but is very sleepy* huh

Richie: *s andwich* look who finally woke up

Stan: *quiet clapping*

Eddie: oh shush *nuzzle uwu*

Richie: *cough cough* gAy *cough cough*

Stan: you’re literally our boyfriend shut up

Eddie: I'll attack you with affection young man *jump on the rouch*

Richie: OH SHIT *falls over ouch* *giggly boye teehee*

Stan: *witnesses*

Eddie: *is on top of the roach behind the couch*

Richie: wow this is pretty gay

Eddie: oh so you don't like me being on top of you?

Richie: no, i’d rather be on top of you *teehee kiss owo*

Eddie: *big blush man*

Richie: *yeehaw x22*

Eddie: Stan helppppppppppp

Bev: *walks in* OH JEEZ

Stan: Hi bev- theyre fucking don’t mind them

Richie: nO WE ARENT

Eddie: *runs and jumps on Bev* HI BEV

Bev: HI EDDIE! IM STEALING YALLS BOYFRIEND

Richie: shit dude don’t do that *stAnds*

Stan: nooooo

Bev: oh- I came over here to ask you guys if you wanted to come to the mall with me! I got my driver's license very early for some reason but yeah!

Stan: Oh sure!!

Richie: bro the fuckimg mALL?

Bev: yes the mall idiot!! Okay who wants to carry this thing *points to eddie*

Richie: I don’t know I think he should walk beside the car, honestly

Stan: hmmm maybe

Eddie: wow yall are so nice

Stan: oh shut up we love you

Richie: accurate

Eddie: *puts on his purse (bev got him it) and runs out the door* GET IN LOSERS WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!!

Bev: I TAUGHT HIM THAT

Richie: what the hell why

Stan: uHHHH

Bev: JUST HURRY UP LETS GO!! YALL BETTER NOT GET NOSEBLEEDS BECAUSE IM WARNING YOU, EDDIE LIKES FOREVER 21

Stan: oh god- *car*

Richie: fucking christ *car*

-at the mall-

Eddie: WHERE ARE WE GOING FIRST

Bev: i dont know- Hooters?

Richie: I’m gay

Stan: I’m also gay

Bev: Yeah okay but they have good wings-

Eddie: oh I have a friend that works here! We can get free wings

Richie: is it your mom? i want to see her working at hooters

Stan: no what the fuck rich

Eddie: Richie-!!

Richie: what i’m just telling the truth

Stan: oh my god

Eddie: *holds Stans hand*

Stan: *:D*

Richie: *insect*

Eddie: *kisses the Stans cheek*

Homophobic couple: we. That's just not right! You boys are way too young

Stan: *>:”0*

Richie: eXCUSE YOU don’t INSULT my BOYFRIENDS *>:(*

Homophobic couple: there's 3 of you?? A couple is only 2 people, a boy and a girl! And that short one already looks like a girl so I guess it's fine

Richie: I will fuckign fight you *>:(*

Stan: no richie calm down *holds back the roach lmao*

Eddie: SHUT THE HELL UP! THIS FANNYPACK IS STYLISH

Richie: iT MAKES YOU LOOK HOT

Stan: Richard calm yourself good lord

Homophobic couple: ugh whatever *pushes the Eddie and walks away*

Eddie: oh well *flips his imaginary long hair*

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donttellpeterparker · 6 years ago

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You’re A Loser

Summary: Peter had no idea you existed... till now. Who knew that just with one little text to the wrong number your whole world was about to change.

Requested: No

Word Count: 1k

Warning(s)?: Popular!Peter, Loser!Reader

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Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

You’re A Loser

You could hear the quite echoing sounds of the tv from the living room as you passed it and walked into the adjoining kitchen. You reached in for some Milo before closing the pantry door shut behind you, popping the box in your mouth as you grabbed the bottle of milk and a bowl.

''Good morning sweetie, how did you sleep?'' You heard your mother ask from the dining room table sitting parallel to your dad, Mark.

''Dreamed my socks ate my feet again'' You responded casually, popping the stuff down onto the table with a slight thud.

''Dreams are the bright creatures of poems and legends, who sport on earth in the night season and melt away in the first beam of light'' Your dad recited causing you to smile.

''Dickens. Too obvious'' You responded with a small laugh causing both your parents to smile at you adoringly.

You went back to concentrating on your milo when you accidentally let go of the milk carton and spilled most of it's remaining contents onto the floor.

''Oh, freezer'' yes, that was your equivalent to swearing.

"Bye honey" Your heard your mother say sweetly to your father before pecking his cheek. She soon made her way over to you as he replies with the same back to her.

"Wait!" Your mother pulls your attention away from the half wipes up spilt milk on the ground up to her. You smiled.

"You have toothpaste on your face" she walks over to you and licks the pad of her thumb before dragging it across your cheek, smearing away the toothpaste.

"No mum, stop" you tried pulling away annoyed. She huffs and gives up. You quickly walk away to rinse out the chuck.

"Won't you sell more books if you have the one teenager who doesn't obsess over her looks?" You say with a cheeky smile over your shoulder.

"I'll pretend I don't hear the insult" she replies smoothly, finishing off her coffee.

"Wait I have a seminar and I want to run my new mantra by you, okay?" You nodded your head stiffly and stopped what yo were doing to listen.

"Find love, l-o-v-e, L, leave your insecurities in the bathroom mirror. O, open yourself up to rejection."

"That's beautiful" you enthuse.

*-*-*-*-*

The bell rang in the distance as you headed your way to home room with your best friend Zack.

"O, is for "open yourself up to rejection". V, just slit my vein before I die of, E, embarrassment" he laughed beside you at its absurdity as well.

"Did you tell her that?" Zack joked beside you, already knowing the answer.

"Of course not, I couldn't do that to her, she works so hard on these mantras I just... can't bring myself to say it" you confessed, stopping in front of the schools billboard. You reached inside your one shouldered bag to grab a piece of paper.

"Damn I wish my family was like yours" you softly chuckled at this while attaching your piece of paper to the board.

"What is that?" Zack asks from behind you, pointing towards the board with an almost amused glance. You roll your eyes once you saw his expression and lightly punched him in the shoulder.

"I need to save for my car, tutoring sessions will help me out a lot" your honesty to you best friend almost stung you a little.

"So your just going to leave your number up for the whole school to see?" He had a point, but looking back at the board you knew it was the right thing to do.

"Come on, we'll be late"

*-*-*-*-*

You had arrived home and quickly unpacked your school things from your bag, grabbing a banana off the counter before making your way into your bedroom. You fell back onto your bed and sighed in contentment, feeling much more relaxed instantly. A few assignments required your immediate attention (which weren't due for another three weeks, you checked). Instead you plugged in your speaker to your phone and blasted some music, enjoying the piece and quiet before your parents soon arrive home from work.

Ding!

You rolled over, rubbing your eyes groggily as you look over to your bedside clock. It read 11:25 how the hell did you sleep for almost three hours?

You yawned quietly before sitting up, wiping away the sleep from your eyes. The screen of your phone lit up catching your curiosity. With a steady hand you leaned over the bed to get it, flopping back once the phone was safely in your hands. You brought your knees up to your chest as you unlocked your phone, going into your messages.

Unknown number Hi

You stared at the screen in confusion, not often did you receive texts, little own from people you didn't know.

You Who is this?

Maybe it was someone who saw your flyer up at school? You waited a few moments but nothing came through. You turned the screen off and pulled it down beside you, deciding to reach for a book on the bedside table to continue to read.

Ding!

You saved your spot in your book before reaching for the phone, unlocking it instantly to see a new message.

Your eyes had almost fallen out of your head once you saw a photo pop up.

It couldn't be.

"Is this a test?" You asked yourself, looking up and around your room ha,f expecting a camera crew to come out to film you going 'you've just being pranked you loser!'

It took you a few moments before you came up with a reply, taking your time to write it down into your phone. A new text had popped up.

Photo Link

Unknown number How are you?

How am I? You were freaking out, you almost wanted to faint. How did the number one hottest guy in school have your phone and number and b, decided to text you? This was too crazy for words.

Peter flipping Parker you never fail to impress me.

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A/N: may be the start of a new series? ;) and yes, this is definitely going to be a spin-off of the new Netflix original movie Sierra Burgess Is A Loser😂

I tried to make a fake text message and it didn’t work with the photo so I had to do the old trick and do an actual text making a friend help me out ahaha

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagines #peter parker imagine #donttellpeterparker #tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom is bae #tom instagram #spider-man #spiderman imagine

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peter8901-blog · 6 years ago

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A day at columbine High with Eric harris and Dylan klebold

16/4/98 It was another oridinary day, I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock, vision blurred by poor sleep quality I lay in bed for a moment and ponder that I have to go school "Ugh" I sigh to myself then pull the cover off me and get out of bed. I hear a car beep and look out my window to see Dylans black 2 door BMW at the bottom of my driveway. I smile for a moment get a change of clothes and rush out the door "bye mom" I say as I shut my front door behind me. "Have a good day sweetie" my mom says as shes in her insuite applying lipstik before she heads off to work. I get in Dylans car and he gives me a soft smile "Mornin' he says I look to him "thanks for giving me a lift to school dylan ps I loved that fly KMFDM cd you recommended last weekend". "I'm glad you liked it" he says." and I wasn't gonna let you ride the bus to school especially not with those assholes from school". I chuckle. "Yea thanks man." Dylan responds "Hey wanna get breakfast before we get to school"? "Yea I'm hungry that'd be great actually!" I say. After Dylan buys me ciniminnies from McDonald's we get to school and dylan reminds me he has to go hand in an essay that was due that day. So in the meantime I go to my locker and start looking at my class timetable to see what subject I have first then someone bangs their fist against the door of my locker I quickly whip my neck around to see Eric harris "Oh hey Eric I was wondering where you might be" he smirks and responds "yea I had to take my car to do a quick service how are you though?" I respond "Yeah I'm doing good Dylan and I came together and now he's gone to hand in his essay." "Okay well..." just as he's about to finish his sentence one of the jocks in their white signature baseball caps exclaims loudly "Look at these faggots" his 4 friends laugh and point at eric. I feel the rage boiling me over my blood runs cold as I slam the door of my locker. Eric puts his hand on my shoulder and says "hey just ignore it, if you ignore it they'll get bored and leave you alone". I look at him sympathetically and say "Not this time eric. He's way too cocky they all are.. I'm confronting him at lunch." Eric gulps and says softly "okay...." then the bell rings and we resume heading to class still able to hear the jocks cackling amongst themselves in the distance down the hall around the corner. A little over half an hour later the bell rings and my English class is finally over all the students head out the door and I'm the last to leave. I walk down the cafeteria stairs and see the infamous jocks at their table laughing very immaturely about idiotic things~ then I see eric notice me just as he's getting his dr pepper soda can from the soda machine. He quickly comes to my side as I steadily approach the jocks "precious designated table" then just as I approach the rude jock from earlier from behind I hear thuds come my way. I whip around and see Dylan klebold in his black trenchcoat black combat boots, blue boston red sox cap with the red "B" he wears backwards and the shine of his black onyx ring. Dylan looks concerned at eric and eric says to dylan "I told you peter (me) was gonna snap at them before we do. Dylan nods and clenches his fists and stands to my right directly as Eric stands to my left. Both ready to defend my against the confrontation about to begin with the snobby jocks. I tap the douchebag jock from this morning on his shoulder and he makes direct eye contact with me, then dylan, then eric. The jock looks at me and says "are you losers lost".?? "You need to say sorry for before when eric and I were by the lockers got it?" I say to him. His friends stare at me in an awkard awe and theres silence for a brief moment. "Sorry"?? Hey says. He turns in his chair facing me directly and puts his hands together as if hes about to say a prayer and says "oh I'm sorry.... Sorry you and your freak friends are such dweebs" Dylan cracks his nuckles and eric raises his arm as if hes about to throw a punch against the jock when I grab a soda can on the jocks table and slam it into his right eye temple region. The jock cups his face with his hands in pain as the whole cafeteria goes silent staring at me. The jock yells out "your gonna pay for this Martin!" (My last name). Dylan grabs the jocks throat and pushes him onto the floor and the three of us dip. The jocks friends cowar away out of fear for me. Eric, Dylan, And I head out the school building onto the field laughing and joking about what we just did. "Peter you are awesome!" Eric says. Dylan responds "did you see how peter crushed the can entirely when he did that ahaha". I chuckle. "And how you were threw him to the ground dylan!" and Eric you were ready to punch him! we each smile at each other. Then pause. "Hey do you wanna skip history and go to my house and play doom or something?" They each agree "Yea sure" "okay". We go into our cars Dylan in his Black BMW and me into Eric's silver 2 door honda. The End. 16/4/98.

#Columbine #Eric Harris #Dylan Klebold #columbiners

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thelighthousemp3 · 6 years ago

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in my head, i play a supercut of us (all the magic we gave off)

prompt from @lady-shipper: Hiii! I don't know if u're still accepting prompts,but can u write something about Gina and Rosa having to share a bed in one of those cop cons?

read on ao3

“All right!” Jake calls, sauntering through the bullpen with a duffel bag over his shoulder. “Cop con!” He pumps a fist into the air and grins. Amy follows close behind him, wearing an oversized red hoodie that presumably belongs to Jake. She smiles sleepily as they walk into the bullpen.

“Great,” Gina says from her own desk. “A place where all of you get together and brag about what you can do, which is someone anyone can do. O-M-G, ‘NYPD, you’re under arrest’ like even my baby can say that.” She scrolls through her phone, not sparing the detectives another look.

“Loosen up, Gina. You know you’re gonna have fun,” Terry says.

Rosa yawns. “Why are we here so early,” she mutters as Captain Holt steps out of his office in full uniform.

“Hello, squad. As you all know, today is cop con, and we will be taking a bus to arrive to our destination shortly. However, there is something that I need to tell you,” Captain Holt says. “I was unable to book hotel rooms for each of you individually, so we will be pairing up.”

“Well, that’s not a problem,” Terry says.

“All right, then,” Captain Holt says. He pulls out a small slip of paper and holds it up to read. “Jake and Amy, naturally, will be sharing a room. Your room is the only one that has a single bed,” he says, looking up at them.

“Not a problem! We’re married!” Jake says, popping open the top of an energy drink.

“The rest of the rooms have two beds, so none of you will be inclined to share, unless you would like to,” Captain Holt says.

“I think we’re good,” Rosa says with an untasteful expression on her face.

“Jeffords, you are with Boyle. Diaz, you are with Gina.”

“Dope,” Gina calls from her desk. Rosa shrugs, examining a nail with a nonchalant expression.

“I mean, it could’ve been worse, so whatever,” she says, lifting the shoulder strap of her bag slightly. She takes a sip of her coffee and yawns slightly.

“What do you mean, Rosa? We would’ve been great room buddies! I could show you all of the healthiest sleeping positions—” Charles starts saying. Rosa holds up her hand to stop him from talking.

“The bus is leaving in a few minutes.” Captain Holt tucks the room assignments back into his pocket. “We should start heading out now,” he instructs, and the Nine-Nine follows him out of the building.

“Cop con!” Jake shout excitedly once they are outside. He jumps slightly into the air. “Come on, guys! Why aren’t you all super excited?” he asks, looking around the weary group.

“It’s too early in the morning for this, babe,” Amy says, squeezing his arm. “I’m going to sleep on the bus.”

“But what about all of the sing-along songs?” Jake protests, climbing up the steps of the bus and hopping on. Rosa rolls her eyes and follows him. Gina trails close behind her with a plush neck cushion hanging on one shoulder. She adjusts her sunglasses and doesn’t take her eyes off of her phone as she slides into a seat next to Rosa.

“I’ll sing-along with you, Jake!” Charles quickly volunteers. Jake high-fives Charles and they start conversing about the songs that Jake had chosen.

Rosa leans her head against the window, staring outside. Next to her, Gina starts playing a game on her phone.

The first hour of their drive passes quickly. Amy and Terry are both asleep, and Jake and Charles have thankfully stopped singing. Captain Holt is looking at a map near the front of the bus. Rosa lifts her head. She hadn’t really been sleeping as much as staring out of the window with apathy. She can’t tell if Gina is asleep or not. Her phone is in her lap. The screen is still on, but Gina’s sunglasses hide her eyes, therefore hiding whether she is sleeping or not.

Rosa stretches her arms up. She isn’t claustrophobic, but there is something about being trapped in the window seat of a bus for two hours that really irks her.

A little while later, they stop for a bathroom break per a request from Charles. Rosa gets off of the bus to stretch her legs. When she gets back on the bus, she discovers that Gina has taken the window seat. Rosa sits down next to her, not minding this at all.

As the bus starts to move, Gina whips out her phone. “3… 2… 1!” she counts down, and then presses something on her phone. From the speakers of the bus, some Beyoncé song starts playing. Rosa hides a smile as Gina sings along to it.

They finally arrive at the cop convention. “The 7-5 is throwing a great party,” Jake says. “And we’re invited!! You now, as the coolest cops in New York!”

“Neat,” Rosa says appreciatively.

“So, uh, Captain,” Amy starts, “Are you coming to the party tonight?”

“I may come in for a little bit,” Captain Holt informs her. “Afterwards, I will be retiring to my own room for some rest.”

Gina looks around. “Look at all of these cool gadgets!” she says ecstatically, reaching for an electric remote. “Look; I’m flying a drone!” She pushes a few buttons on the remote, and a white drone flies inches above Amy’s head. Amy frowns and ducks.

“Give me that, Gina,” Terry says, grabbing the remote from Gina. “Look at this, guys! Terry’s got a drone!”

“Nerds,” Rosa says, rolling her eyes. “C’mon, Jake, let’s go look at the robots.”

“I’m coming too!” Charles yelps, following Jake. “You’re not gonna replace me with some robot that doesn’t even have emotions!” They head over to another side of the convention, leaving Gina, Terry, Amy, and Holt.

“Soo… uh, Captain! You wanna go check out the… stuff over there?” Amy asks hopefully. Captain Holt shrugs.

“I do not see why not,” he says. “Perhaps so.”

“So, Terry, you wanna ditch these losers and go lift weights or something? Preferably with your shirt off?” Gina cajoles. She crosses her arms and looks up at him.

“No!” Terry frowns. “Come on, Gina.”

Gina shrugs. “I gave it a shot,” she says, turning over to a different table and looking at some other… police gadgets. She examines something for a few moments before sighing loudly. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

“Gina, it’s like 11 AM,” Terry says.

“You think I don’t know that? Bye, Ter-Bear. See ya at the party,” Gina says, sauntering away. And indeed, she disappears for a few hours. No one knows where Gina is when they have lunch, or when they play truth or dare with the 8-6.

Before long, it is time for paintball. Paintball is Rosa’s favorite part of cop-con. She absolutely loves being able to shoot at dumb officers from other precincts without any repercussions. Rosa has been looking forward to this for exactly 306 days (yes, she counted,) and she’s ready to kick some ass.

What she isn’t expecting is for a pellet of green paint to explode over her side.

“Ahaha! Gotcha, Rosa!” a familiar voice bubbles. Rosa angrily whips around.

“Gina! Where did you come from? We’re supposed to be on the same team! You’re not supposed to shoot me!” Rosa bursts. Needlessly to say, Rosa is very passive-aggressive when it comes to a good game of paintball.

Gina grins. “Oh, Rosa.” She cocks her paintball gun up and quickly takes aim. A split second later, Rosa’s hair is covered in pink paint. “You look cute with pink hair.”

“You are the worst,” Rosa says, storming away.

The next time she sees Gina is of course at the party. Gina has clearly had a few drinks. She walks up to Rosa and touches her hair. “It’s not pink anymore?” Gina frowns.

“Yeah, I washed the paint out,” Rosa says. She tries to turn a cold shoulder towards Gina for the recent paintball events, but her voice softens a little bit when she sees the pout on Gina’s lips. There was just no staying mad at Gina Linetti.

Nearby, Jake is singing karaoke while somehow sitting on Terry’s shoulders. They sing along loudly to Taylor Swift’s ‘Love Story’ without a care in the world. Charles video tapes them from behind.

Judging Amy’s current state, it is clear that she has had three drinks. She jumps on top of the bed and waves her arms to the music with a wild expression on her face.

Rosa has resolved to having only one drink. Her head is already slightly throbbing (probably because of the paintball Gina hit her in the head with earlier that day) and she doesn’t want to make it any worse.

“Oh my god, look, Captain Holt,” Gina says. Rosa turns around to see Captain Holt sitting in a chair, observing the ongoing events. He takes a sip of beer as he watches Jake and Terry with a stoic expression on his face.

The party ends some time after that when most people have tired out. “Room buddy,” Charles hiccups, grabbing Terry’s arm. Jake and Amy leave with their arms around each other, waving goodbye to the mostly empty room.

“C’mon, Rosie, let’s go,” Gina murmurs. “I’m tired.”

Being the more sober one, Rosa shrugs and leads Gina out of the room. Gina heavily leans on Rosa’s arm while they walk through the halls in search of their room.

Rosa finally locates it a few minutes later. She unlocks it and the two spill into the hotel room.

“A bed,” Gina mutters hoarsely, walking over and collapsing on it. Rosa looks around in confusion. There should be two beds, not one…

“Where’s the other one?” Rosa asks.

“Shut up and go to sleep, Rosie,” Gina mumbles, attempting to kick her shoes off.

“No, that can’t be right,” Rosa says, shaking her head. She gazes around the room in vain search of another bed, even though there clearly isn’t one. “I’m gonna go ask Holt,” Rosa mutters, turning and leaving the room.

Half an hour later, she returns in defeat. “I thought maybe our room got switched with Jake and Amy’s, but no! There aren’t any other rooms with two beds, so we’re stuck with one,” she rants.

Gina looks up from her phone. “Oh, hey, I was just drunk-texting Kamila Al-Jamil. So we gotta share a bed. No big deal, Rosa. We’re adults.”

“Yeah?” Rosa sighs. “You are so drunk right now, Gina.”

“I know,” Gina grins, sinking into the pillows. “But this isn’t some fanfiction, Rosa. This is real life. We can handle this without falling in love or something stupid like that,” she laughs.

“Yeah. That would be so dumb; falling in love with you,” Rosa mutters, heading to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Rosa emerges wearing a tank top and a pair of sweatpants to discover Gina lying on the bed with her phone on top of her face. And she’s not lying on one side of the bed; she’s sprawled across it.

“Gina!” Rosa says, making futile attempts to push Gina over to the other side of the bed. Gina mutters something intelligible under her breath and turns over. Rosa sighs in defeat and climbs onto the bed. She lies down in the little space that she has and does her best to fall asleep.

Rosa jolts awake a few hour later, in the middle of the night. Gina is breathing slowly, less than inches away from Rosa’s face. Her body is curled up against Rosa’s, and she radiates warmth. “Gina!” Rosa hisses softly. Gina doesn’t wake up.

Rosa thinks about what to do for a few minutes. In the end, she decides to let Gina sleep and get some rest herself. They were grown women. They could handle this.

But Rosa can’t sleep. She finds herself thinking about Gina. Specifically, the chemistry that she has with Gina. Gina was… dynamite. She was gorgeous. And if they really wanted to, they could make a great couple.

Rosa tries to shake these thoughts from her head, but the thought of kissing Gina fills her mind. She lifts her head and looks at Gina, who is peacefully asleep. Rosa drops her head back into the pillows and sighs.

A few hours later, she’s shaken awake by none other than Gina. “Hmmm?” Rosa groans, opening her eyes.

“Hey,” Gina whispers. “Is it really weird that I kinda wanna kiss you right now? If you say no, then a robot has possessed my body. Either that, or I’m still drunk and not in the right state of mind,” Gina says. Rosa can’t help but notice the fact that Gina’s lips are mere inches away from hers.

“Weirdly, it’s not that weird,” Rosa mutters, wrapping her arms around Gina’s back and pulling her into a long overdue kiss.

“I guess this is a fanfiction,” Gina grins after they pull apart. She collapses down next to Rosa and snuggles against her. Rosa smiles in the dark and pulls Gina into a tighter embrace.

They don’t speak about it at all the next morning, until Gina appears at breakfast with a pair of dark sunglasses on her face. “Hey, guys. Rosa and I are eloping.”

#lina writes #my fic #my writing #b99 #brooklyn nine-nine #rosa diaz #gina linetti #dianetti #stephanie beatriz #chelsea peretti #heads up im still taking prompts

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reitziluz · 7 years ago

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my writing playlist for days spent dreaming shit-all

the difference between oldschool songfic and just vicariously living through music while writing is just the amount of songs on the playlist, i’ve found out. this one has 150+ songs, mostly in japanese (coz i can’t write and listen to the same language at the same time), and of varying relevance.

some of the songs feel like spoilers to me? but multiple people asked me to share this sooooo enjoy! if you want me to talk about a specific song or throw specific lyrics at you, hit me with an ask with it, ahaha. i also always welcome recommendations!!

* means it was recommended to me (and survived on the list pfft sorry) [+] means it’s a v important song [-] means the song might not be that good a fit but it helps me write so fdhgsh (!) means i have translated or am in the middle of translating a song (if applied to a song with existing translations, it’s because i wanna have a go at it too but it’s not as much of a priority dfgdfhgsd)

if a symbol is after an artist it applies to all their songs

HANAHAKI!SERIREI PLAYLIST

164

ama no jaku

tatoeba, ima koko ni okareta hana ni

238 - dream of rain [+]

40meter-p

karakuri pierrot [-]

jenga

ael - cat allergy

ankoya - don’t go look for someone like me

aotani - i’m sorry i’m not honest

balloon

kabin ni fureta

charles

redire

asa o nomu

bastille - no one’s here to sleep *

beacons - maboroshi sweetheart [+]

buzzg - world lampshade [-]

capslack

odori to chishidoku [+] (!)

one for one [+]

chouchou-p - about me

deco*27

streaming heart

two breaths walking

coward mont blanc

reversible campaign

mkdr

eve

dramaturgy

nonsense literature

ewe

quietroom

krank

cafne

kurotsubaki

ai ni kijutsushi

lili

lead crown

fauve - tallulah *

giga-p [-]

no title

undead enemy

guiano - blue

hanatan (!)

erica

shiori [-]

kooru hana *

hanyuu maigo

ghost in the hell

hello night

harufuri

we shall not have shallow dreams [-]

slight fever and impatience

unfit for humanity

bergamot girl

harry p - voice (!)

hello tanita-san - a petal of oleander for the disgracefulness enough to expect facile salvation [+]

hifumi

deathly loneliness attacks

hana ga ochita node

imagine dragons - bleeding out *

imogen heap *

you know where to find me

clear the area

the moment i said it

in love with a ghost

flowers

sorry for not answering the phone, i’m too busy trying to fly away

i thought we were lovers

inumary shibaigoya

cherry-picking factory

a certain family’s tea party

kanzaki iori - i want to be your god

karasuyasabou - love letter from melancholy

kei

pierrot

a leaf letter

kenshi yonezu

koi to byonetsu *

eine kleine

flowerwall

santamaria

loser

blue jasmine

kous

kuchinashi no hana

liar fake flower

lovewave - the night *

*luna - jealousy

mato - ultramarine parade

maretu

scrumize

white happy

mel - goodbye, ms flower thief

mikito-p - shinzou democracy

minatsuki toka - unraveled ribbon, wavering heart [-]

misumi - scenery like a picture

n-buna [+]

sayonara wonder noise

theater love song

transparent elegy

alice trust

the first train and kafka

mairieux

umiyuri kaiteitan

shirayuki

なぎさ - 花葬

nakano4 - rem

napoli p - laughing mannequin [+] (!)

nekobolo

life game *

palmtop wonderland

hinekure neji to ame

ai no uta

nekomushi p - one of repetition [-]

niki - -error

nuyuri

fragile

jinsei bakari

fixer

n.k. - when the hydrangeas bloom, i fall in love with you

orangestar

amekigoe zankyou

alice in freezer

asu no yozora shoukaihan

patrick wolf

penzance

bluebells

this weather

house

picon - ningen datta

pinocchiop [+]

crappy fantasy days

sayonara human

fushigi no kohanasaichi

happy very happy

aimaina

love is onomatopoeia

at the mercy of emptiness

plastic tree [+] (!)

sanbika

fuyu no umi wa yuuei kinshi de

gerbera

veranda

snow flower

itai ao

tetris

namae no nai hana

kuuchuu buranko

bloom

irogoto

gichi gichi

barrier

ame ni utaeba

pote - it won’t always end with a happy end

sasakure.uk

spider thread monopoly [-]

butterfly effect

monster is dying to eat you

scop - clean freak

siinamota

city lights

astronauts

summer gratz - skulls shall bloom at the end credits

tadanoco

walk tall and die

alkaline adult

tadanoco x ktkt - ghost straight [+] (!)

taku.k - ヘドニストの幸福な食卓 [-] (!)

task

winter rain [+]

break the night that won’t dawn

tohma (!)

azalea no bourei

shinzou

whoo - the forgotten song

wowaka - unknown mother-goose

xhloe - good-bye my life [-]

yuki kaai

copy and pastime (!)

loop spina

pascal beats

yurashina - sign

yuxuki - a love song (it’s too clumsy)

zddn - vain

#overshare best share cleary #yea fic talk #days spent dreaming shit-all #fgsdghgfh i don't know how to tag this #long post ?? sorta i mean if the readmore won't work #i'm still sitting on top of all my translations like hmmmm #no clue how publishing them would work so i'm just #chilling with them #i didn't feel like finding reputable sources for all of them #plus over 120 links no thank you #im indulging in this coz it's so close to my bday #also i got follower and kudos milestones #have to do something for them too hmm

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