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kdipshit · 1 year

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Im Finna go get that bag yuuuhhhhhh, so I got my job back holy shit who else is surprised?? Me lol, they said no stuff ups aloud lol, attendance has to be onnnn, its gonna be super easy though because I’m working with my mum who’s got make sure we get to work on time everyday lol, we get along so much better these days so its going to be FUN I loveeeee it already. Not gonna lie the anxiety and all the thoughts that I had when I first left a month ago, and I was scared I wouldn’t be able to show attendance… but like I’ve been doing, I’ve been showing up for MYSELF every single day, why not this swell? Literally why not? I have my goals in my mind, and I probably won’t even work here that long before I can sit comfortably on journalism and my path going this way. Its just that when I started thinking about it I started to feel it, and it wasn’t a good feeling, but now that we know feelings come from thoughts, and we can choose our thoughts, its become a lot easier to adjust to the perspective. I choose the most positive one every time, its a choice, if I did nothing I would go no where, but stay in my thought trapped brain, instead of living in my beautiful life. I choose to live every time.

I feel much better now that I’ve taken my morning meds lol, thank you for all the problems I didn’t have to face. There Is a version of myself in my head that I haven’t heard for a while, I’m very loud but blunt, cut throat and quick. Very much wanting to come forward, I’m trying to keep positive though.

The sweetness of doing nothing.

When I’m triggered and it turns to irritation and anger, it’s like I’m pacing back and forth in my head wondering why someone would do this harm to me, immediate victim complex. I feel stuck still, unable to move, usually scrolling vigorously is the only thing that can keep me calm and level headed, so I just did that but it’s so irritating holy fuck. I just don’t like being yelled at and i can just see a system going on like my dad yelled at me coz he thought I didn’t do something because when he walked in my mum was doing it AGAIN, and I was like no I did it lol, and then I still get screamed at and made feel like shit and it’s not like my mum would be on my side and say ‘no I’m just doing it again because we’re about to have visitors’ and she’s crazy fkn ODC but whatever. It’s my fault, and now I leave everything for my mum to just do herself apparently, walking around saying ‘ugh I’ll just do it myself’ like what do you mean I’ve been doing the house all morning the house was not a mess when you walked in, you didn’t complain about a messy house you just did what you always do and clean bc your anxious. I’m on the verge of tears bc of this shit holy fuck man, I’ve got a whole ass frog in my throat over some silly ass trigger, it’s so stupid. The feeling I feel when I’m getting attacked by my parents is ummmm….. I don’t know. Lol. It’s like I’m 16 again with no rights lol. I know it’s something so small, but it effects me, but because it effects only me, I should only really be dealing with these issues by myself, so I never let it out towards them and I keep it chill on the outside, but that causes me to freeze. So now I need to figure out a way to deal with it without taking it out on myself and feeling the guilt and anxiety to an extreme, I guess the answer is to write ✍️ I guess the answer for everything lately has been to write, my mum is hoping that by me expressing my feelings and shit thru a blog might help someone else who is feeling so much alone.

I’m happy now, I have a full vape, a clean 50, and WORK tomorrow! I’m grateful I have been more open to phone calls, because that is what I can thank myself for being able to go to work tomorrow, I’m really excited, a lil anxious, maybe it’s just excitement, I’m ready, and I’m so excited for the other things this job is going to give me. As well as coming to the full acceptance of me being single for maybe the rest of my life, I’m excited to see my life in my career, in my study in my work. I’ve been love lead for my entire life, but my version of love is unobtainable, instead I can find ways to give it to myself, since I have the power of the source. I’m ready to get rich, or die trying.

i was so excited… coming back into the music world, to start writing again producing just fan having that feeling of making amazing shit that you really love like, I love that sahit, when I came to the not pad however my rhymes were so whack literally like I was blank. I just gotta keep that ball rolling coz this verse I’m tweaking now is fun good shit cuz, its diff weirdly, and thats all goods coz it sounds gangsta, and I love it.

The version of myself I want to step into, has her routine and positive attitude and goals and is sorted absolutely content and happy with the over flowing of money in my bank account, good coping mechanism and the space to relax and appreciate every single moment and what it ultimately brings me (my manifestations) I am it already, the independence , the growth, the knowledge.

I need balance other wise I get burnt out. By healing I’m hoping to get better and better every day, and I know there’s milestones in healing and those are what I’m trying to accomplish so I can live my most free life. Focus on the journey… not the outcome, okay, so that’s what I’m trying to do right now…… focus on the journey, not the outcome, have faith that the outcome will be the best outcome possible for my journey and I let it go into the universe, while I focus on the journey.

Do I just have to not scratch that itch to check if my ex messaged me? Is that literally all I need to do? Okay I guess :)

I have come to realise I need to balance my material and emotional lives, I’m unhinged, lol, I don’t think I actually am I just felt like that was the right word, so maybe I am right.

I sometimes think if someone else can’t do it for me, I can’t do it for myself either, is that a self worth issue? Or am I scared of being judged for doing something first? That way of thinking wastes so many opportunities and ways of life.

#blogging #new blog #mental health #actually bipolar #actually borderline #mental instability #actually bpd #original post #original writing #original words #bipolar

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sinfulcries · 3 years

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wanna know some things that hits different?

thinking about you being all soft and gentle, slowly thrusting your hips while you’re playing with my clit, leaving me whimpering. but the words you’re saying are absolutely degrading and filthy. calling me a whore, just a sloppy hole for you to use to get off, telling me I’d probably open my legs for anybody who’d ask. it’s a wonder im still tight cause I’ve got to be letting anybody use me. just be so mean to me, but I know you don’t mean it and I you know I only come harder when you’re degrading me.

but I’m also thinking about how you’re slamming your cock into my lil’ hole, pinning my legs to my chest. you’ve got one of your big hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing the sides of my neck and making me feel like I’m floating off. but you’re keeping me there and paying attention when you slap me cheek just to hear me gasp. you’re giving me whiplash with how hard you’re fucking me, i just know I’m going to be so sore tomorrow, but you’re praising me, calling me a handsome boy, your little prince. how much you love me, that I’m your sweet boy and that you’re gonna take care of me and make me feel good because that’s what good daddies do.

fuck I might be simping for a man I’ve never met let alone seen but I don’t care at this point, just want a big tall man in my life 🥺

Damn baby you got my cock twitching at the thought. I'd love to fill my pretty angel's lil cunt. Fuck you dumb till the only thing coherent you can think about 's how good my cock's making ya feel <33

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shozaii · 4 years

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So I have a request for the main three + Kiri of you still accepting requests. So how about s/o is on her period and she wasn't prepared and bleed a lot and the boys have get her pads after they got over the shock of so much blood in the bed and just cuddle with her cause she feels horrible because of the cramps and stuff, if you want uwu cause my period always kills me huhhh also ur writing is so good im in love, keep it up love 🥰🙌🏾💕

(a/n):hello! i’m very sorry this took very long to complete as i wasn’t feeling well argh!! thank you so much for your kind words hdgh i might cry :’((, anyway, enjoy!

requests are still open!!

^^^^

what would they do when their s/o has their period?

warnings: none! except for blood

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midoriya

izuku is the person who notes everything down. he had a personal journal for you, and a part of it was about the situations he might need to face and solve during your period

so you two were on the bed, really, really tired after a long day of training.

he noticed earlier that you were stressing out even more than usual.

perhaps....maybe not, he thought.

you felt light-headed, so you told him that you needed a drink. he let you go from the cuddled position that you were in.

and only then was he shook

blood!

“um, y-y/n? don’t freak out, okay?”

“what’s wrong?”

he pointed to your blood on his sheets, and your shorts.

cue yourself freaking out so bad

he freaks out too, but he retains himself. he needs to stay strong for you.

“i...i stained your sheets a-and i don’t kn-know what to d-do! i’m sorry, izuku! i just-,”

“no, no, no! wait, calm down. this is nothing, okay? i can help you. we’ll clean you up first. i’ll head over to your room and grab your stuff.”

he rushes to your room as promised, and just shoved everything into his backpack (he got to know from you that pads should be hidden)

he waits for you outside the bathroom, checking in every 5 minutes.

minutes later and you came out refreshed, but another problem was already there, once you entered his room.

your cramps

he’d be so sad. why should his s/o go through this?

he grabbed his stained sheets and tossed them aside; replacing them with new ones. proceeds to soak the old ones. insists on washing your clothes as well, even though you said no 8377291 times

a gentleman

all that mattered was you and you only

he laid you down, placing your hot pack he got on your stomach. also gave you painkillers (told you- he noted down everything you needed)

once you were slowly getting comfortable, he decided to join you.

“i’m sorry izuku, i wish i knew when it was coming and it’s just unpredictable sometimes. i’ll wash your sheets for you.”

“y/n, what are you talking about? you don’t have to worry about the sheets. i can handle them myself. right now, let’s just focus on making you feel better.”

you fall asleep in his arms. which, you will admit, is the best thing ever.

bakugou

boom boom boi? now i’d like to think that he’s really, really soft when the two of you are alone. doesn’t rage, doesn’t go off. soft bakubabe. imagine the patience he would have to just handling you during your period T_T

you were in his room, on his couch.you laid on his lap, something he didn’t mind at all. he was checking his phone.

it was a long day. you felt more exhausted than usual.

“where do you keep your chips? i’m starving,” you stood up, stretching. your back hurt.

he looks away from his phone.

silence.

“’suki?”

“babe, you’re bleeding.”

“what...?” you said no more, eyes widening at the sight of his cushion stained with your blood.

“oh. my. god.”

you just stood there, tearing up. “i- god i wish i knew! i’ll go wash this up real quick. why am i like this?! i’m sorry, katsuki-,”

“oi, what about you? you’re not leaving like this. this is normal, right?”

you sniffled, nodding.

“okay. deep breaths. let’s get you cleaned up.”

“where a-are you going?”

“your room.”

he takes your bag, placing in your items. doesn’t forget the pads, of course!

once, he noticed you taking painkillers. he found those too, they should be useful.

only then did he realize how unpredictable those periods are.

when he came back, he checked on you.

“you doing all right in there, y/n?”

“yeah.”

he hands you the essentials you needed, waiting patiently.he then grabs the cushion and your stained clothing, reminding himself to clean them up well.

he was never going to allow you to clean them up.

knocking the door to make sure you didn’t faint. because the next thing that came were the cramps.

oh boy, he was right. you were in pain. he gives you the painkiller, and settled you in. he lays next to you, using a little bit of his quirk on your stomach, since it’s warm.

“feeling better now?” he asked, his other palm on your cheek.

“i’m sorry, katsuki.”

“stop that. it’s what you go through monthly and there’s no blocking it. i’ve never said this before, but you’re really strong.”

“so you finally admit it.”

“haha, yeah. only for now.”

a literal angel. i wouldn’t see him angry for that whatsoever.

todoroki

third gentleman of the day!

you two were in his room. it was the weekend tomorrow, so you two loved hanging out with each other till late night. sometimes in your room, sometimes in his. so you guessed it - this week was in his.

your stomach had this weird feeling already.

“are you okay? you look pale,” shoto asked, placing a hand on your back.

“yeah, maybe i need a glass of water,” you said, getting up from his bed.

“okay-,”

he was so confused when he saw blood on his sheets.

and it was from where you were resting.

he was right. your shorts were stained.

“y/n, love. i think i may know why you don’t feel so good.”

you turned to him.

“OH NO”

you looked at your shorts, your face flushing with the darkest shade of red. right here? now? really? in your boyfriend’s sheets?

“i’m so sorry, sho! argh, what have i done? i understand if you’re mad but please, let me clean them up for you!”

“what? no, i’m not mad. i have to admit, i am really inexperienced with this, but that’s not going to stop me.”

“are you s-sure?”

“i am. now tell me, how can i help you?”

you still had a heavy heart, but you knew he wasn’t about to budge. with enough information, he set off to your room. drawer after drawer, he finally found pads. new clothes. a fresh towel. some essentials.

you also told him about painkillers, but he had those in case if anybody needed it. looks like his s/o did.

he also made sure to soak the stained clothing and sheets. he may have hid them from you,,,he knows you well.

when you came out, you were already groaning in pain. watching you like that only made his heart sink.

dude, he would’ve cried.

with newly replaced sheets, and a painkiller taken, he carried you bridal style and snuggled in with you. like katsuki, he could use his left hand to warm up your lil belly <3

“do you need anything else, love?”

“sho, how can i ever thank you...? you’ve done more than enough.”

“really?” he smiled. “well, i’m glad. get some rest. you’ll be better soon.”

literally crying in the club look how soft

bonus! kirishima

ksks these boys give me the feels

he starts to notice you complaining about how you felt uncomfortable. being the manly man that he is, he wants to help

you were walking around, trying to forget the pain

but that was after you were sitting on his bed, talking to him.

“what did you have for dinner? the same as us, right?”

“yeah! it doesn’t hurt. it’s just this lingering feeling that it’s about to come soon.”

sounds familiar, he thought.

he was thinking real hard, noticing the red dye on his bed.

wait. red dye? but he hasn’t dyed his hair for a while!

oh.

“babe, turn around for me.”

“what’s wrong, eiji?”

you did, only to receive a shocked expression on his face.

“y/n! is it that time of the month for you?”

“huh?”

you freaked out, seconds after realization. saw the bed, freaked out again. “i forgot! i forgot, but how?! eiji, i didn’t mean it! now your bed is stained, it looks so bad! okay, so give me those sheets, i’ll have them cleaned up for you. say no more.”

“y/n! i know you didn’t. let’s not panic, okay? i’m gonna go to your room, grab your stuff, and get back here. meanwhile, i’ll need you to clean yourself up. i can’t send you back like this. that ain’t manly of me.”

“eiji, but-,”

“no, babe. i’m here for you. let’s do this. together.”

as told, he went to your room. while you were in his, cleaning up after yourself, keeping your tears from flowing

he came back very soon than expected. patience was his key!

makes sure you did not get the chance to take any of the stained clothing.

“okay, here’s your hot pack! and take these. i found your emergency pills in the jar.”

“eiji,” you said.

“yeah? what’s up?”

“i wanna cuddle.”

“anything for you, my love!”

you two fall asleep after the pain went down. cuties

you’ll never feel down with him around.

(a/n): fun fact! my cramps get the best of me, too. god, how i wish i could cuddle with someone. :( ehem, anyway! i tried my best! i apologize for any typing errors :/

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #midoriya izuku #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #eijirou x reader #kirishima eijirou

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sisterwifeudaku · 3 years

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Street Life

TW: Vulgar Language, Weapons, Violence

"Keep this shit on you at all times. You never know who or where you gotta lay a muthafucka out" Tical handed him the gun carefully.

"Thanks man" he said.

"With you being one of my best runners. Im surprised you ain't already have a piece "he responded taking a pull of his weed.

His previous conversation with his cousin made him think. He really needed to make sure he got home overnight because if he didn't who would take care of his family if he wasn't there.

He sat on his bed looking at the gun as he thought. The door slammed open and in came Fresh and his homeboy, Mike.

"Yo Stretch, we-" Fresh stated before he saw the gun

"What's up Mike?" Stretch changed the subject.

"Sup man. You coming through that party tonight?"

"Yeah man! This shit is supposed to be off the hook" he said just as the door opened again.

"Damn. Nobody knocks?" he asked as Romeo walked into the room.

"Yeah whatever man. Here goes the mail" he said tossing it on Stretch's bed.

"Thanks"

"No problem. What's up Mike"

"L.K, what's up."

"Shit hopefully some trouble tonight if you know what I mean" he said with a sinister grin making the boys in the room laugh.

"All the flyest ladies are suppose to be there tonight" Mike spoke taking a seat in the chair by the desk.

" I'm leaving with one of them tonight." Romeo stated. Nobody denied it because they knew how charming he could be. Girls knew he reputation and still decided to lay down with him with no remorse.

"Stretchy my guy. Can I hold your leather jacket tonight?"

"Yeah man. Go ahead and wear it."

"You the best man!"

"Romeo bring my shit back in one piece!!" He yelled.

"I gotcha, Christopher!" He yelled from the hall.

"You good, Fresh?" Stretch asked.

"Are you good?" He asked his older cousin.

"Always."Stretch knew he was referring to the gun that nobody else seemed to see him slide under his pillow.

"Are y'all both ok? Y'all niggas are acting weird." Mike said glancing at the two as they glared at one another.

"Mike lets go practice for tonight."

"Be easy Stretch." Mike dapped him up.

"Always."

~~~

"Yo this party is fly!" Romeo said as the group walked in.

"Oh yeah we're gonna go crazy tonight" Fresh rubbed his hands together as a girl walked past and gave him the eye.

"Baby your feet must be tired 'cause you been running through my mind all day!!" He said as he quickly wrapped his arm around her and chucked up a peace sign to his crew.

"He's coming for your spot!" Mike joked patting Romeo on his back.

"I'll see y'all brothers later." Stretch laughed making his was to the kitchen.

Nodding his head to the music he grabbed a bottle of water. He wasn't much of a drinker. Not to mention he was the designated driver for everyone else.

"You came." He heard over the loud music. Turning towards the person invading his personal space, there was Cheryl standing there with a small smile.

"And miss the opportunity to see your pretty face? I'd never." He spoke into her ear and wrapped his long arm around her.

"I see you're feeling bold tonight."

"No. I just know a pretty lady when I see one." He smiled. She laughed moving his arm from around her.

"You leaving?"

"Just heading over to my girls."

"Ok. You need someone to walk you over?" Cheryl nodded and he gave her another smile and grabbed her hand.

She pulled him into a room where there wasn't so much smoke and the music was slightly muffled.

"Hey ladies" he spoke and shook their hands.

"So I'm saying, baby. Why you keep trying to break my heart?!" Fresh asked.

She smiled at him and shook her head. He was leaning in to whisper in her ear. The girl giggled, turning to face him she planted a kiss on his lips.

"Mmh. That's what I'm talking about!" He leaned into her again but was interrupted hearing Mike start their set.

"Keep it warm for me, beautiful" he stood up and made his way to the makeshift stage.

The party seemed to enjoy the performance. Bodies danced around, some were high off of the energy while others had indulged in some party favors.

Some time went by before a slow song pulsed through the speakers. Everyone grabbed the person next to them and held them close as Silk’s "Freak Me" toned down the party.

Stretch finally had an excuse to pull Cheryl close to him as they danced. His finger tips gently ran up and down her clothed spine as he felt her hand run across the back of his head.

The moment was interrupted by a commotion behind them. He turned his head to see his cousin, Fresh arguing with another man. Watching from his spot he saw the men shove each other.

The woman Fresh danced with stood there trying to stop what Stretch knew was going to happen. Although his younger cousin was silly, once he was angry it was best to stay out of his way and leave him alone.

Making his way over to the growing circle he pushed his way into the middle just in time to hear Fresh say, "I don't give a fuck who you are. Big niggas fall hard on they asses too."

"Awe shit!" Stretch quickly grabbed his cousin.

"We not doing this here! Fresh have some respect for these people's house. Aight? That nigga ain't worth it." he pushed him as he charged for the man.

"Better listen to ya homie, lil nigga. Wasn't gonna do shit any way." He laughed.

"Listen to him and follow right behind him like a bitch" and with that Fresh moved his older cousin out of the way and punched him in his nose. He stomped his boot into the man's face and body as Stretch struggled to pull him away.

Romeo as Mike finally made their way over and helped him drag the angry kid out of the house.

"Nigga, where the hell did you go?! Mike Tyson over here was not playing games." Stretch said laughing.

"You stomped the shit out of his head, kid. He gone be mad when he look in the mirror tomorrow." Mike said lightly shoving Fresh making him laugh a little.

"Let's get home. I'm tired and I know Muhammad Ali probably worn out." Romeo stated. All the boys looked at him.

"That's because you was sexing someone's daughter half the party." Fresh spoke making everyone laugh some more.

"Aye man. Shorty said that Jodeci got her ready. Slip the DJ a few bucks and she was ready to “Come and talk to me, y’know?" He spoke dusting off his shoulders.

"Y'all are crazy. Let's get out of here before ol' dude gets out here and it's a part two." Stretch said as they walked towards the subway.

#street life series #chadwick boseman fan fiction #Chadwick Boseman #80s fanfiction #90s fanfiction #method man #DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince #will smith #merlin santana #kellie shanygne williams

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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Bestie uh look at this hot bitch https://twitter.com/PSHsource/status/1528651982914867202?t=cEzABvk3uMb8OhEFG1cnzg&s=19

Gonna end myself I NEEEEED THIS POLA: https://twitter.com/hwaupdates/status/1528623149025112064?t=1LpoyY1Q2bD8Hjj2zUvbqw&s=19 BOXER HWA IS MY ENEMY

Also I ordered the Wonderwall merch, but they announced more and the PCs are different OF COURSE, but I'm gonna be strong and not buy... all I can do is count that one of my friends gets a Hwa photocard and gives it to me <3

Anyways, lil boy: https://twitter.com/MAS_43ver/status/1528650223592931328?t=Gn35XgIhqayf8jnxtFXZ7g&s=19

This reminds me, I haven't s2 of Bridgerton, totally forgot about it lmao, I kinda liked s1 though it pissed me off at times

Wave Hwa makes me think of bad boy SH fic from ateezmakemeweep THE SURFER BOYFRIEND

AK really wrecked us so badly, what an icon. I also couldn't believe because me and Hwa were matching, I was about to change my hair actually, but thought DAMN NOW I'M GONNA RE-DYE THEM RED! #twinsies. Red hair is amazing, but difficult to manage, so I get why it didn't last long, but 2021 was the year of Seonghwa's hair. I thought he won't top red, but DV hair happened and I felt blessed, but that wasn't enough?! He had to go pink ksudurueuhesgsgsg he did it for me

What did you talk about 👂🏼I think we should rob Seonghwa period. He has too many things I want

😳😵😩😊🤤🤯 - me reading about the villain Y/N fic, pls we love a sexy simp 🥰 oh no poor girl though, but she doesn't stand a chance. Make it 80 chapters or 74637k words bestie it's up to you, but I want it to be long af obviously

Oof rip to that fic and many many others. I recently found a link to one work, but I can't access it since it's under "read more" and the author deleted it 💀

I'm the pigeon lady from Home Alone lmao, cat lady too, just animals lady

Yeah the canals look nice, but 🙊 especially when it's really hot. I stayed in places directly on the canals and mmmhmmm nothing like some stinky water first thing in the morning

Exactly. At this point she doesn't even have many shooters left, I only saw some teens being dumb they're probably same as her 🤡 I really can't predict Hybe's decision at this point, but I doubt she'll be back, this is too big. I saw their stage the title was LE SSERAFIM - Fearless (without Garam) and I screamed ejudisdhshshsjd

Yeah another clown moment from the military stans 🤡

No actually Tomorrow had a happy ending! It was kinda open too, a bit cheesy maybe, but I'm glad everyone's good <3 the show was tormenting enough, sure I would love to see more and I have questions so perhaps they rushed it a bit, but the last scene ❤ Also we saw mr man LSH in handcuffs KNEELING... I mean it was a sad moment actually, man was so miserable (but what's new) yet everyone was like skudushdhdhsissyjs sexy man why so sad?!

Now I can't stop thinking about the series, I wanna finish The Sound of Magic but how can I 😭😭😭 when you eventually watch it let me know, cause we need to talk

The tattoo is done! I actually don't know how many I have, cause some are kinda connected but more than 10 for sure - DV 💖

hi hello!

Bestie uh look at this hot bitch https://twitter.com/PSHsource/status/1528651982914867202?t=cEzABvk3uMb8OhEFG1cnzg&s=19

Gonna end myself I NEEEEED THIS POLA: https://twitter.com/hwaupdates/status/1528623149025112064?t=1LpoyY1Q2bD8Hjj2zUvbqw&s=19 BOXER HWA IS MY ENEMY

BRMQHDKQHDMQHDKW PLS I HOPE U GET IT 😭😭😭😭 SCREAMING HES SO FUCKING FINE IM GONNA START DELULU LEVEL 50 IF HE CONTINUES PLS

you better get a hwa pc or that hwa pola 🔫 LAMINATE THAT POLA BC ITS WORTH TO BE IN A MUSEM PLS,,,, how many merch’s did u buy..

Anyways, lil boy: https://twitter.com/MAS_43ver/status/1528650223592931328?t=Gn35XgIhqayf8jnxtFXZ7g&s=19

i have been avoiding this photoshoot bc it makes me want to write this wedding etl and i 😭😭 CANT DO THIS I WILL WRITE IT AFTER I FINISH THIS ONE

This reminds me, I haven't s2 of Bridgerton, totally forgot about it lmao, I kinda liked s1 though it pissed me off at times

season two >>>>> season one BESTIE WATCH IT WATCH IT !!!!! the chemistry is much better this time,,,, they will piss u off bc tHEY WONT KISS FBWMNDKW but absolutely 100% watch it 🔫

Wave Hwa makes me think of bad boy SH fic from ateezmakemeweep THE SURFER BOYFRIEND

NO BC I DID TOO FHWNFBEK PLS GOSH THAT FIC BROUGHT SOMETHING OUT IN ME WITH THAT DIRTY BLOND HAIR 😩😮‍💨

wHAT AN ICON,, my friends get scared when i mention red hair hwa bc they all start going feral nfvvwndbsk FBMWHDKD RED HAIR IS HARD TO MANAGE BC THE COLOUR KEEPS WASHING OFF INTO PINK / CHAMPAGNE 😭😭😭😭 no fr 2021 seonghwa’s hair on top,, im just rly afraid what he’s going to do this time around i 😀 silver or blondy ash better come back 😭

What did you talk about 👂🏼I think we should rob Seonghwa period. He has too many things I want

we actually were planning to meet up but he said they’re a little busy right now,, 😭😭😭 YEAH I WILL ROB SEONGHWA’S ALBUM COLLECTION THAT ONE WITH SIGNS AND HIS JEWELRY COLLECTION ON SPOT

villain y/n is so sexy omg,,,, he’s the bIGGEST SIMP FOR YN AND WILL MAKE SURE EVERYONE SEES IT,,, his girlie tries to take a stand but yn isn’t interested in meddling between them but mr hwa is always there ☺️,,, BFMWHDKW 80 CHAPTERS PLS I CRY WRITING ONE SHOTS ID PASS AWAY AT 80,,, series but like 4 parts 🔫 bc each part would be like 15k+

Oof rip to that fic and many many others. I recently found a link to one work, but I can't access it since it's under "read more" and the author deleted it 💀

NAURRRRRRRRRRRR WHEN U THINK U HAVE A CHANCE BUT IT JUST DISAPPEARS

I'm the pigeon lady from Home Alone lmao, cat lady too, just animals lady

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 animal lady with the best cats and pigeons ???? gotta stan,, dv anon vincenzo era

Yeah the canals look nice, but 🙊 especially when it's really hot. I stayed in places directly on the canals and mmmhmmm nothing like some stinky water first thing in the morning

YEAH FBWJDHWK the way they re-recorded the song and changed the choreo so fast iM sURE THEY KNEW pls the whole v and jennie thing 😭😭😭??? they’d be so hot but out of nOWHERE

Yeah another clown moment from the military stans 🤡

when is there ever not a clown moment from them dbfbf

LSH IN HANDCUFFS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE HE W- oh he was miserable??? stop it.

Now I can't stop thinking about the series, I wanna finish The Sound of Magic but how can I 😭😭😭 when you eventually watch it let me know, cause we need to talk / The tattoo is done! I actually don't know how many I have, cause some are kinda connected but more than 10 for sure - DV 💖

I WILL YES WE WILL TALK ABOUT THAT SHOW JDJDJD,, 10??? BESTIE UR LIKE THE EMBODIMENT OF WHAT ID WANNA BE,, omg did u get it in a like or like broke the lyrics down or have an illustration with it?

also.

do u see his muscles.

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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lemonysharkbait · 4 years

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Code of the Hills

Tianshan fanfic, au set in the Ozark region of the U.S.

“Where’s your partner Red?”Guan Shan reigned in his panic a second too late and Click ate it up with a shit eating grin. The pain when it came was delayed, one blessing of being too fucked to walk straight enough if he wanted to. Guan Shan spit a mouth full of blood straight into Click’s leering face. Guan Shan knew his eye would be swollen for a week. If he made it past tonight.

- Warnings: Drug use, violence, dirty cops, lots of cursing, angst -

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Guan Shan lapped at the blood pouring from his nose. He couldn’t taste shit, not with his gums numb and Click telling him to take another bump.

“This is Grade A shit Red. Where’d you say you get it from ‘gain?”

Guan Shan took the offered bump – his third in the about fifteen minutes he had been with Click in this fucking dingy-ass laughable excuse for a backroom at the local watering hole. He hadn’t had this much coke in years and it was already fucking with him, just like Click wanted it to.

“Told you being a cop came with perks.” Guan Shan turned and hocked a wad of blood and snot onto the floor.

Click laughed and hit Guan Shan between the shoulder blades with an open-palmed slap that was just north of friendly. “Get this man a whiskey.”

“Did’n think you’d come back te this place Red.”

Guan Shan nodded to the women who proffered him a whiskey and took a gulp.

“Ever the polite man. Sam’s got tits from here to tomorrow and you’re on better behavior than the priest during Sunday service.” Click dropped his voice “Ne’ver believed ‘em but you don’t do yourself no favors Red.”

Guan Shan sucked at his teeth. “Saving myself for Jesus.”

Click burst out into a laughing fit. “Got’ damn Red. You haven’t changed a bit.” He played with the bag of coke idly. “So you got more of this shit?”

“More and then some.” Guan Shan nodded and pulled out a cigarette. He could feel his fingers going unsteady and his words slurring, tongue refusing to cooperate.

Click smiled and it was deadly. “Sure thing Red. Sounds like we have some stuff to talk about. Why don’t you come back with us? We’ll drive you.”

Guan Shan didn’t respond. Just lit his cigarette and let the group of good ‘ol boys half push, half pull him out of the backroom, bantering like old friends, smiling like sharks. He was manhandled out of the bar and into the dark parking lot, shoved into a truck and closed behind the thunk of American steel.

He Tian sat nursing his beer. A tittering group out on a girl’s night tried to grab his attention for a little while but his best sad and broken act had them off and dancing. He was alone with those words playing through his head.

They’re gonna take me to the back. They won’t do anything at the bar so just go in a little while after me. Keep your damn head down. I mean it. No flirting, no stories, no chatting up the locals. No one can remember you were there. You need to be forgettable. Just wait and blend in. They’ll take me to Click’s place.

Follow without them knowing. Shouldn’t be too hard, they’ll be fucked up and won’t be expecting you. Then it’s your call. I don’t know how many there will be. If you can get the situation under control, do it. But if not just leave me. Finding out where this guy is based is more important.

They did come out, just like Guan Shan said. He Tian shrunk as best he could into the corner. Guan Shan’s copper eyes were bloodshot and he was stumbling. The group was rowdy, shoving him with a little too much joy. A cajoling on the sharp edge of vicious. A smear of blood decorated Guan Shan’s upper lip and his pupils were pinpoints.

He Tian waited until they were through the door before slipping out. He caught sight of Guan Shan being shoved into a beater pickup with truck nuts. Gritting his teeth, he willed himself to wait. It wouldn’t do Guan Shan any good to tip them off.

The drive was easy, following the road as it dipped and rose, hemmed in by the thick woods broken only by sudden bursts of sheer white limestone breaking through at odd angles, ragged and proud.

The moon was out and bright enough that He Tian could keep his headlights off and follow at a distance. They drove fast so it was easy to see they were turning when they slowed in a sudden tire-squealing crawl. The sides of their cars brushed the undergrowth creeping over everything.

So this was it. Asscrack of nowhere. Cicadas called out in an unending whine.

Guan Shan didn’t even try to catalogue where they were. He was too fucked up and anyways, Click was twitchy in a way that didn’t bode well for Guan Shan’s health.

They turned onto some hidden road and crawled through a winding path before the trucks stopped outside a meth den. The house was probably nice enough at one point. Dogs barked from somewhere and someone was yanking Guan Shan out of his seat. He was manhandled inside past a living room with a flickering TV into the kitchen.

“Feel like home Red?”

Guan Shan grimaced. “Don’t see why you dragged me here for.”

Click laughed. “You can stop playing dumb boy. This is some goodass shit you brought me, so I’ll thank you for that little gift. But there’s no fucking way that’s what you came out here all the way into the goddamn boones for.”

Guan Shan let one of Click’s men pull his arms behind him and zip tie them together by the wrist. He was too tired and sideways feeling. If he was going to get the shit kicked out of him anyways he might as well cooperate enough to prolong the inevitable.

“See’in as you aren’t saying nothing I’m gonna go out on a big-ass limb and say you agree?” Click said.

Guan Shan didn’t respond.

Click grunted out a laugh and kicked a metal chair over to Guan Shan. “Take a seat Red.”

With a hard stare fixed on Click, Guan Shan set his jaw and sat slowly.

“That’s a good boy. I didn’t think you’d go so easy. You’re either a complete dumbass or you have a death wish.” Click turned to the one guy who had followed them in, a big motherfucker bulked up from beers and red meat. “Tape ‘im down.”

The brute grabbed a roll of duct tape off the gritty counter and dutifully taped each leg to a leg of the chair and ran a few around Guan Shan’s chest and the chair back for good measure. The rip of duct tape and a whining light filled a tense silence.

It had been too long since he’d said something, but it was so hard to form words. The world swam and Guan Shan’s heart beat uncomfortably hard in his chest, urged to flutter faster than hummingbird wings by uppers that felt worse than one too many cups of coffee.

Click walked forward and leaned in close, the smell of stale cigarettes hitting Guan Shan’s nostrils like a mule kick to the chest.

“Where’s your partner Red?”

Guan Shan reigned in his panic a second too late and Click ate it up with a shit eating grin.

The pain when it came was delayed, one blessing of being too fucked to walk straight enough if he wanted to. Guan Shan spit a mouth full of blood straight into Click’s learing face. Guan Shan knew his eye would be swollen for a week. If he made it past tonight.

“Oh there it is. There’s our red-headed devil.” Click hacked out a deep laugh that turned into a coughing fit as he wiped the blood off his face with a black paisley handkerchief. Guan Shan glared as best he could and Click just leaned against the counter and lit a cigarette. Silence settled in.

“Bum me a square.” The words came gravely out of Guan Shan’s mouth but he was satisfied that his voice didn’t waver.

Click just laughed again, “I ain’t sitt’en here holding a smoke for you.”

“Gimme another bump then.”

Click’s expression turned sour. “You wanna be high for this Red? You’re a little shit, you know that? ‘Course you know that.” Click leaned forward. “You didn’ think we’d figure out you was with the DEA because you’re,” Click punctuated his words with a well-placed kick, “a dumbass,” another heel kick, the leather of his boots catching the ridges of Guan Shan’s ribs, “‘lil shit.” There was a special type of venom in the last word and the final kick that punctuated it was straight to Guan Shan’s gut.

Whatever was left in Guan Shan’s stomach came up onto the yellowing linoleum floor. The metal chair squealed halfway across the kitchen with the kicks.

Click looked pissed. “You can sing now or later, I don’t give a fuck Red. But we’re gonna get every little bit of information out of your dumb ass about why the fuckin’ DEA is out in the fuckin’ boones bothern’ us good folk.” Click placed his lit cigarette between his lips, nubby yellow crack teeth showing for a moment before he folded his arms and grimaced. “But first we have some other business.”

Click’s gaze flicked up to the mountain of a man that had been idly standing by like he was at a particularly boring church service. Guan Shan’s heart sank.

“Go out there and find ‘im.”

Guan Shan was knee deep into his next lie before he could think about it too hard, stemming panic from working its way in.

“Fuck off Click. I knew you’d be cautious but this is fuck’in overkill. That coke’s real, how’d you think I get it? Ask the DEA all polite-like? Fuck-off man. It’s just you ‘in me and you’re sending Brick House here out there to crash around in the dark chasing after shadows. You’ve been hitt’in the pipe too hard. Melt’n you’re brain and shit.”

Click seemed to consider Guan Shan for a moment and his tall lackey hung between leaving and staying, waiting for the verdict.

“So you admittin’ you’re with the DEA Red?” He took a deep inhale of his cigarette, the cherry lighting up with an audible crackling sound.

“Yeah. How’d you think I get this stuff? We busted couple hundred pounds of the shit I brought you tonight. And no one checks on it after it’s been logged. Everyone in that department is dipp’in into the shit we grab. Usually just for recreational purposes. But I can get you set up with a ‘lil bit here and there. Weed. Crack. Coke. Party pills. We get the big hauls ‘cause we go after the distributors. And there’s extra in it for you if you can give me some tips every once ‘n awhile.”

Guan Shan wasn’t surprised by the fist that connected with his face. He was really gonna look like shit once all this was through.

“You got’ damn motherfucker!” Click fisted his shirt, dragging him and the metal chair forward with a horrendous squeal against the floor.

“Did you just ask me to become an informant for the fucking cops? After everything I’ve done for you Red? Gave you a fuck’in home? Took you in? Then you go dissapear’n and we think you’re dead.” Click was really yelling now, his spit spraying over Guan Shan’s face. “We spilled blood over you Red. And then you show up fifteen-fucking years later looking like the day you disappeared and you have the fuckin’ balls to just think you gonna be welcome back here? You’re dead to us, Red.”

Click turned to mountain man. “Find his fucking partner. He’s lurk’in out there somewhere in the woods.”

“Wait, no, Click I’ll tell you whatever the fuck you want but if he’s out there he’s just look’in for me. He don’ know nothin and it’s not gonna help you much to have to deal with two of us. You’re gon’ have a harder time covern’ up two miss’in people. He ain’t even from around here and you know who they’ll start com’in after first.”

“Oh I know alright,” Click growled and brought his knee up hard into Guan Shan “I know ‘cause you’re here and we seen you come into town.”

Guan Shan was spluttering for breath, gasping, winded as he remembered the fucking truck stop. He Tian kissing him in the beat up Toyota and Guan Shan unwilling to push him off. Static of a station on the radio going in and out and crumpled chip bags crunching as He Tian leaned over the armrest.

Click stilled and Guan Shan lost the thread. Click had flicked open a knife large enough to skin a deer but before Guan Shan could tense the knife was cutting him free from the chair and Click was hauling Guan Shan to his feet.

The knife was back into Click’s pocket before Guan Shan could process what the hell was happening and he shoved roughly out onto the front porch. Moths and June bugs flew through the muggy air outside, circling the porch light. Guan Shan heard the cold click of Click’s gun as he cocked it and pressed the cool metal to the side of Guan Shan’s head.

“Come on out ‘for I splatter your partner’s brains all over my porch.” Click yelled the words into the darkness beyond the porch.

Guan Shan squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth. Keep to the plan. Keep to the plan. Start your mother fucking car and get out of here. Get out of here.

His prayers were in vain though. He Tian emerged into the porch light silently, hands up.

–

It had been quiet, which was good. Most of the group had broken off to go party somewhere or pick up more beer and drugs, obviously bored by having their night of partying cut short. That left Click with another giant of a man inside. Easy. He just had to wait for the right moment to get Guan Shan the fuck out of there.

He Tian made a loop of the house, quietly checking if the back door was unlocked or if any windows were open. The house was locked up but again, it wouldn’t be a problem. He just had to wait for one of them to come out for a smoke or grab something from their car.

It was too risky to just break in. He Tian settled in and listened. His fingers itched for a cigarette. He could hear the muffled voice of Click talking. That was good too. Hopefully that’s all they were doing, talking.

He Tian’s first indication that things had gone south was the sound of metal squealing and Click yelling. Someone grunted and retched, a wet splattering sound punctuated by coughs and gasps. He Tian saw red. Breath. Breath. Stay calm and wait. You’ll put him in more danger if you break in now.

He Tian wanted to move, adrenaline beating a tattoo against his veins. He was shaking with it. He Tian dug his nails against his palm, trying to distract his body from the need to move. It was a beat too late when he noticed things had gone quiet.

The front door burst open and He Tian almost bolted for the assholes right then and there. Guan Shan was a bloody mess, barely able to stand up. His eyes were already swelling, purple bruises forming shapes Rorschach would be proud of. His dark shirt was wet with blood and the thin skin above his eyes was split and still flowing.

But despite how much he wanted to raise his own gun and fill these fuckers with enough lead to down an elephant, he couldn’t take the chance. Not with Click pressing the muzzle of agun into Guan Shan’s bloody temple.

“Come on out ‘for I splatter your partner’s brains all over my porch.”

He Tian walked out with his hands up. Guan Shan made a noise somewhere between anger and despair.

He had one chance at this. One chance before the mountain of a man next to Click got to He Tian, patted him down, took his gun and then hauled He Tian inside to share in a few miserable hours as a punching bag before becoming catfish food.

“There you are pretty boy.”

He Tian showed concern, fear, anxiety. Let them mask his face. Let them make Click think he was safe.

“Din’ think I would have such a fun night! Your partner here is a fuck’in dumbass. That’s it, nice and slow.”

He Tian kept eye contact and suddenly, with enough slipping to seem real, tripped. And there it was. With the sudden movement Click reacted before thinking, swinging his gun from Guan Shan to He Tian.

The rest was a blur of instinct and a prayer. He Tian rolled and pulled his gun, aimed and fired.

–

It was over fast. Guan Shan stood stock still, trying not to pull Click one way or the other. It was only after Click slumped down and the mountain man crumpled did Guan Shan realize he was splattered in blood that wasn’t his.

It didn’t matter though because He Tian was there, his hands all over Guan Shan. A quick flick of a knife and Guan Shans hands were free.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

He Tian didn’t respond, simply went about checking Guan Shan over, pulling his shirt up and grimacing at the damage splayed across Guan Shan’s body, head bowed. Guan Shan could feel He Tian’s hands shaking where they balled up in his shirt.

“Hey, hey, come on. Let’s get out of here.”

He Tian’s jaw clenched. “You said they wouldn’t do anything.”

“Well I might have under calculated a few things.”

“A few–” He Tian shuddered, cutting himself off and Guan Shan’s world swooped for a second as He Tian swung him into a bridal carry headed for the car.

“I can carry myself, hey!” He Tian had Guan Shan in the car and was around and in the driver’s seat in one swift motion. It started up on the first try and He Tian was peeling out of the gravel lot and hurtling down the dirt road.

“Whoah, whoah, He Tian, where’s the fire? Slow the fuck down, we still gotta stay low.”

He Tian slammed the car to the stop. His knuckles were white around the steering wheel.

“Is it your first time? You know, doing that.” The words came out as a raspy wheeze and Guan Shan winced. He definitely had a cracked rib.

“Yes, sweetheart, it’s my first time dragging you as a bloody pulp out from a meth house where two motherfucking shit stains were ready to carve you up for entertainment.”

Guan Shan didn’t know why he suddenly felt like fighting but he dug his heels in. “It was our only way in, and now we know Click’s not the one who’s been mixing up the fake pain pills that have been killin’ people.”

A muscle jumped in He Tian’s jaw. The truck lurched forward. “We’re going to the hospital.”

“No we fuckin’ ain’t! Get your head on straight, He Tian, we’ve got a good half hour before the rest of Click’s ‘lil possy comes back from wherever they’ve been gettin fucked up, finds two cold bodies in the dirt and finds me not there and puts two an’ two together.” Guan Shan reached for the cigarettes He Tian kept in the cup holder. “What we’re doin’ is going back to our hotel, packin’ up our shit fast as we can, gettin’ back in this truck and driving as far away from this god forsaken place as we can.”

He Tian didn’t respond. Muggy summer air whipped around them through the open windows.

They rolled into town and Guan Shan relaxed when He Tian turned towards the motel.

“Stay here.” He Tian was out of the truck and headed into the motel before Guan Shan could say anything. He slumped into the seat and lit another cigarette.

Back on the road, orange street lights blurred by as He Tian pushed 100 down the highway. Guan Shan was crashing hard, his whole body ached and he knew tomorrow would be worse. He lit another cigarette, too tired to do anything else, too wired to sleep.

“You’re quitting this case.” He Tian’s voice barely rose above the hum of the car hurtling down the highway.

“I’m not talkin’ ‘bout this right now.”

“They could of killed you.”

“Yeah, and they coulda killed you too. I told you this isn’t like the city. The hills have their own code and these people live by it. Ain’t anyone coming to help hill folk.”

He Tian snagged the pack of cigarettes, depositing them out of reach in his car door. “So you’ve got to, is that it?”

Guan Shan grunted. “I don’t know He Tian. I just know people are dying and I have connections here and I’m gonna use them so we can stop the son of a bitch who’s been poisoning people.”

The cover of night slipped from around them, the first hints of dawn lightening the sky.

Guan Shan was somewhere between waking and fever dreams when He Tian spoke again.

“So what’s our next move.”

Guan Shan cracked his left eye open, the right one was too swollen to see out of.

“You’re sticking along with this thing? You ‘don seem like you like it much.”

He Tian snorted as though it was obvious. “I just killed two men, Guan Shan, I should think it’s obvious that I’m in this thing.”

Guan Shan closed his eye and hummed. “We’re headed in deep then, to a place where the rest of the world doesn’t exist. Where we’ll be alone. You ready for that?”

“Lead the way Red.”

I’d love to hear your thoughts, comments, questions- tell me what you think!

#19 days #19 days fanfic #dark themes #tianshan #he tian #mo guan shan #depictions of violence #midwestern gothic #set some time before cell phones #Code of the Hills #egregious use of apostrophes #the accent is a hick hill people twang #not a southern accent

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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maybe after Neil and Susan get a divorce, he moved back down to Cali, but he has no fucking clue that Billy and Steve are in San Diego because Susan would never tell im where they are and he winds up finding them, like maybe out in town and there's this small opportunity where he catches Steve and his lil mango alone and- angst ensues

Masterlist

Part 16

“Which ones should we get, Mango?”

Steve had taken Mina to the Farmers market at the park down the street from their apartment. He was holding her up to look at the fresh berries. Mina had insisted on getting honey from the nice beekeeper, and had spent about half an hour petting the goats a few booths down.

They were creeping up on her second birthday.

“I want blueberries.” She shoved her little hand in one of the containers, eating a few of the berries.

“Mina Bea, wait until I buy the berries to eat them.” He handed the container to the vendor with a sheepish smile. The woman just winked at him. They kept wandering down the path, Mina squirming out of his arms to run around by his side, her hand in his.

They filled Steve’s bag with nice fresh foods, swinging by the goats again on the way out.

They were halfway home, Mina chattering on about the goats when Steve stopped in his tracks. He yanked Mina up with him.

“Mango, we’re gonna play the quiet game, now. Dada will give you a some banana when we get home if you can be quiet.” She puffed up her cheeks, keeping her mouth closed.

Steve walked quickly, head bent down, trying to angle his back to the man on the sidewalk, feeding coins into a parking meter.

He could see their apartment building, tried to just put his head down and go.

Someone stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

“What the fuck are you doing here.” Steve looked up, looking Neil Hargrove right in the eye.

“We live here.” Neil scoffed.

“Billy finally show his true colors? You take the bastard and leave?” Steve clenched his jaw.

“By we I meant the three of us.” He tried to push around Neil, putting himself between Neil and Mina. He grabbed Steve’s arm, holding him still.

His fingers were like a vice, and Steve’s knew they would bruise.

“Tell that piece of shit, if I ever see him, I’m gonna fucking kill him. He’s ruined two marriages for me, two families. Surprised he hasn’t ruined his own.” His eyes trailed over the bond mark on Steve’s neck, the ring on his finger. Mina was starting to get distressed, could feel how tense Steve was, holding onto her tightly.

“With all due respect, which means fucking none, you ruined those marriages yourself. He is the backbone of our family, and he’s a better dad than you could ever be.” He wrenched his arm out of Neil’s grip. “You stay away from us.” Steve stalked off, walking past his apartment building in case Neil was still watching, didn’t want him to know.

“Dada, who’s that man?”

“He’s a bad man, Mango. He hurt your Daddy.” Mina huffed. Steve put her down, leaning against a brick building as he looked down the street, didn’t see Neil anywhere.

“Scared?”

“Yeah, Baby. I don’t want the bad man to find us. He could hurt us.” Mina furrowed her little brows, hugging Steve’s legs. He pulled her up again, giving her a big hug. “We’ll talk to Daddy. Don’t worry, Mango. We’ll be safe.” He went back to the apartment, looking around carefully before heading inside.

Billy was a little late getting home from class, made Steve jittery as he and Mina made dinner.

“Hey, sorry, Sweet Thing. I had to talk to my professor about-” Billy cut himself off, gingery holding Steve’s arm, brushing his fingers against the bruising. “Baby what happened?”

“Bad man. Dada’s scared.” Billy stared at her for a few moments.

“Stevie, what does band man mean?”

“We saw Neil today.” Billy’s nostrils flared.

“And he did this?”

“Yeah. He didn’t touch Mina. You know I would never let him.” Billy was pacing the kitchen.

“I know you wouldn’t. I just-” he began tugging at his hair, had cut it a few weeks ago much to Mina’s protests. “I can’t believe he found us, that he, he already hurt you.” Steve put Mina on the ground from where she was perched on the counter.

“Mango, can you go play in your room for a moment?” She scrunched up her face.

“Wanna play with Daddy.”

“Daddy will be in in a moment, please go play.” She huffed a little, but went. “Bill, he didn’t know we were here. He asked me what I was doing here, and I walked past our building until he was gone, so he doesn’t know we live here.” Billy nodded. “But, Bill he said, he threatened you. Blamed you for Susan leaving, and said, he said if he ever saw you, he would, would kill you.” Billy stopped. He pulled Steve closer by his hips, planting his face into his shoulder.

“Every fucking time I start feeling okay, he has to come and hurt my fucking family.”

“I’m okay, and Mina’s fine, but Bill, I think you should look into, into a retraining order, or something. If he comes anywhere near us we can call the cops before he tries anything.” He felt Billy nod against his shoulder.

“I’ll call Hop tomorrow. See what he thinks I could do.” Mina came running in, shoved her favorite giraffe in Billy’s hand, sprinting away again. She returned, shoving her little stuffed pig into Steve’s hand, booking it back to her room.

“Jesus Christ, she’s so sweet.” Billy gave a little laugh, looking down at the animals. She did that whenever she thought one of them was sad, brought them her favorite stuffed animals, the ones that made her feel happy.

“How did you and I, two of the biggest assholes that ever lived have such a little angel.”

“Oh come on. You were just an asshole ‘cause you didn’t know how to ask me out.” Billy laughed, giving Steve a little shove.

“Yeah? And what’s your excuse?”

“I am a baby and want attention at all times.” Billy laughed out loud, throwing his head back.

#yikes writes #mango #harringrove #harringrove abo #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #omega steve harrington #alpha billy hargrove

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dayasbun · 5 years

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Fame - Angus Cloud (5)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn’t have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 {reading now}

You woke up to an empty bed and cold covers. With a sigh you sat up, wondering where Storm and Z had gone. Grabbing your phone, you shook your head as you read the messages on your home screen.

Babygirl Z <3: Yoooo so we dipped cuz Angus's weird-ass kinda threatened us to gtfo out cuz he wanted to spend time w you but don't tell him I told you that, I don't wanna deal w him

Lil storm!: i think the hood boy in love with you or sum- it's weird.

Angus ☁️: you free today? i got some plans for us so if you ain't you free now

Angus ☁️: i'm playin btw like if you ain't free i can change shit around

You giggled as you heard your nails click against the phone's screen as you sent responses.

-mhm i'll act like i never saw this...have a good day of filming gorgeous <3

-see storm, i highly disagree

-i'm free :) is this a date mr cloud? don’t forget we have filming today

You got up brushing your teeth and washing your face. You waited for Angus's response before picking an outfit for the day, and instead decided on making breakfast for now.

Babygirl Z <3: thanks lovely same to you!!!

Lil storm! laughed at your message

Angus ☁️: shittttt ion know maybe- n yeah ik

-i'm making breakfast, come over if you want

Angus ☁️: food?? i'm already on the way

-my trailer door is unlocked so just come in

A few minutes later you heard the heavy trailer door creak open. You flipped a pancake before turning around and facing the taller man in front of you. "Gooooood morning- you look so tired?"

"Damn, thanks Y/N you look great too!" Angus said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"Boy, I'm kidding." You grinned wrapping your arms around his waist "How'd you sleep?"

"I slept ight, you? Any dream-"

"SHUTUP!"

"I was just checking damn, just checking!"

You let off the hug and walked back over to the stove turning off the burners. "Okay, done! Pancakes and eggs- and fruit! Can't beat that." You made both you and Angus a plate and sat them down on the small table.

You both ate with smiles on your faces, talking the whole time. You learned some more about Angus and his past, and he learned more about you and what you want your future to be like. You couldn't help but laugh when he spotted a carton of store-bought sugar cookies on your counter and insisted he eat at least five. You didn't deny his request, so he polished them off with the rest of his pancakes.

As soon as the breakfast came to a close, both of your phones dinged at the exact same time.

"That's strange," You said picking up the electrical device. You quickly unlocked it as your eyes scanned the screen, and when you finished you immediately looked up at Angus. From the look on his face, you could tell that he clearly had finished reading the message as well.

"So…" he said quietly.

"Yeah."

"Yep."

The text message wasn't too big of a deal, just a simple message from Mary of a suddenly new shooting schedule. You weren't worried until you reached the paragraph that made very clear that instead of shooting you and Angus's sex scenes next week, or possibly two weeks away, they would be shot tomorrow and for the rest of the week.

Shooting the scenes wasn't exactly the problem, it was the caliber of the scenes that you two would be shooting that was the problem. Also the fact- that though there isn't much talking during the sex scenes- you would have to memorize the lines of the new episode. Even though you and Angus were more comfortable with each other, sex scenes were not anything that you two were ready for, you guys hadn't even kissed yet, whether that was a real kiss, or a kiss practicing for the scene.

"I think we need practice."

"I agree."

"So uh..." He turned red as he picked at his nails.

You let out a sigh. "Okay so look. Basically, the scene just consists of me being naked, you being naked as well, but they're going to jimmy rig something so that obviously we aren't actually doing it. Mary told me in my message that I would have some type of pad over my you know what, and you would have some type of cup on."

"But-"

"I'm not done, wait. There are covers over us; so even though I have to give the effect of riding you, I'll just kind of be awkwardly rubbing my padded- you- know- what up against the cup."

"Okay, don't we make out before?"

"Yeah, we do." You stood up and rinsed off the plates. After placing them in the dishwasher, you turned back to your male co-star. "Okay, so it's about 11 AM right now. If we practice our lines, make out some, and I awkwardly ride you clothed in my bed, I think we should be fine..what about your plans?" You asked softly.

"It’s ight, they can wait. But there's another scene- where I smash you from the back. That's the part where I gotta show my cheeks man, damn I don't wanna show my cheeks!"

You laughed a bit "You'll be fine... tomorrow we'll be shooting probably just making out, then the next day the riding scene, and then the day after that more. And I know this seems kind of shitty, but if you read over other peoples paragraphs besides just ours, a lot of their sex scenes were moved up too, and some of the pairings are a bit weird and unexpected."

"Okay let's stop talking about it and just do it."

You nodded and silently walked into your small bedroom, sitting on the messy bed. You hadn't made it because, well you didn't exactly expect to have Angus in your bedroom, let alone to do this.

"So..."

You turned to look at him with a raised brow, "What?"

"So imma kiss you."

Why did that one sentence make your heart. Skip. So. Many. Fucking. Beats.

"Yeah well, that's what the script says right?"

He nodded and licked his lips. "Come get on my lap."

"Why? That's not in the-"

"It'll be more comfortable, especially if we doing this for a minute."

You took in a breath as you went over and straddled his lap, your legs around his waist, and your arms resting comfortably on his shoulders, wrapping around his neck.

You looked into his eyes, and god they were just gorgeous. "Angus.." You said softly.

"Yeah?"

And for .2 seconds you actually debated telling him- telling him that when you kissed him, you didn't want it just to be practice for the show. Telling him that you felt like you lived for the nights that he would facetime you and tell you dumbest shit that would just have you dead tired the next day. Telling him how much he made you laugh, and how it made you so unbearably happy every time you saw his name and knew it was the cause of your phone screen lighting up. Making sure he knew that the past 2 months of your life had gotten so much brighter just because of him.

You didn't though.

But if you had? He would've told you how he felt the exact same way. He would tell you how he loved how your eyes sparkle in the sunlight, how he loved how your nose scrunched up when you laughed. About how you were the only person who would listen to his dumb Mandela effects, even though he knew you didn't believe in all of them. And how it made him blush every time you sent him a mirror selfie on Snapchat for your streak- which he always lost.

But neither of you said anything.

Instead, you made out for a full 32 minutes with absolutely no passion, no lust, no nothing. Too scared to open up to the other due to the fear of rejection.

Until he got hard.

Again.

And that was your little 'ding!' to let you know yet again, 'he wants you.'

So your hips began to move {finally, after 32 minutes of dead nothingness} and you and Angus's lips began to fight for dominance. His hands moved from being awkwardly placed on your sides to under your shirt on your waist. Feeling his hands on your bare skin, you let out a soft moan into his mouth- which you could tell completely caught him off guard.

"Fuck you moaning for?" He teased, still not letting off of the kiss.

"For you."

He bit your lip causing you to moan yet again, your hips still bucking against his hard-on- holy fuck that felt a lot better than it should've. You grinned a bit as you felt his beard brush against your face.

"God. you're so hot."

'Oh my god' you thought, 'It's happening.'

"Baby, I have nothing on you." You replied seductively, sliding your hand down from his shoulder to his crotch.

"Fuck Jess..."

You grinned as he- wait what?

Jess- right, your characters name. Reel it in, you told yourself. This is just acting, nothing more. Just acting. Though you stayed into it, something about him calling you Jess turned you off a bit. After 10 more minutes or so you stopped, getting off of his lap and sitting on the side of him.

“Wel-”

“Yeah, that was good!” You quickly cut him off. “I definitely think our awkwardness has melted away a bit.”

“But don’t you wanna talk-”

“We have some scenes to film at 1, its 12:30 right now so we should head to wardrobe.”

Angus looked at you with a confused expression on his face, but just nodded slowly and stood up following you out.

All you two had to film was the scene of you coming back, so it was a calm and chill collection of scenes to go through. Everything ran smoothly, and by the time you two were done around 9PM, you were as tired as could be.

“You're such a good fucking actress Y/N.” Angus complimented you as you two walked back to his trailer. He offered you to stay over for the night- just to sleep of course- and you couldn't reject the offer even if you wanted to- which you didn't want to. “Thank you,” you replied softly. “You’re quite talented as well.”

“Nah girl, I'm just being me.”

You two went into his warm trailer talking of filming the scenes, and how tired you both were. You both tried to avoid the topic of the scenes you had to film tomorrow and for the rest of the week; though you were supposedly ready, it was a strangely sore topic.

Soon showers were taken, clothes were changed, and all that was left to do was cuddle.

Angus flipped off the lights and then crawled into the bed with you. You moved closer to him, listening to his rapid heartbeat as you traced hearts on his chest. “Night Redhead.” you said softly, placing a kiss against his cheek.

“Goodnight Mamas.”

And as you lay next to him listening to his light snores, you thought about something. You thought about how though today had been so amazing, and finally, you felt as though the awkwardness had melted away… it was all acting.

Angus didn't like you; that's what you told yourself. Any man would get hard if an attractive woman was sitting on his lap, so that was self-explanatory. Any man would call you baby during a heated moment, any man would talk dirty to you in a heated moment. And a good man like Angus would always make you feel comfortable when you practiced for a scene- that's all he was doing, he wanted you to feel comfortable.

You couldn't be hurt about the situation, the whole point of doing any of that was just practicing for the scenes. And after all, Angus called you Jess, not Y/N.

But at the same time, a little part of you wouldn't stop screaming that you really really really wished he had said your name instead. A little part of you-

Your thoughts were interrupted by the soft glow of your phone lighting up along with a light vibration. A smile appeared on your face as you saw who the message was from.

Babygirl Z <3: GIRL

Babygirl Z <3: BABES ARE YOU UP??!

-yeah you okay? what's wrong?

Babygirl Z <3: shit I'm sorry but i have to tell you this

-what's wrong????? are you okay?

Babygirl Z <3: I'm fine but

-?????

Babygirl Z <3: fuck don't hate me ily okay this is for the best just remember that

-Z get to the point...

Babygirl Z <3: okay so...storm and i just did some digging and

-and?

Babygirl Z <3: and we think Angus got a girl back @ home

taglist:

@nikkixostan @melaninmarvel @celiajrs @siriuslycollins @patientplum @babygurlbarnes

#fezco #fezco fic #fezco euphoria #fez euphoria #fezco fluff #euphoria #hbo euphoria #angus cloud #angus cloud fic

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hailey-halstead · 5 years

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Science fiction

yeah hi i wrote something 😂😂😂 i have no idea if i wrote hailey fine so suggestions on how to write her would be great! And for jay as well. i probably will continue to write lil drabbles and such while im not slacking on grad school work 😂😅 obviously i don’t own shit so enjoy!!!

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Hailey was sitting in her kitchen, drinking a cup of tea to try to calm her nerves from yet another physically and mentally draining shift. The fact that she had to help Vanessa move into her apartment left her bones aching even more, and she had to admit she was more than happy to give intelligence’s newest member privacy so she could set up the guest room to her liking.

While the tea was soothing, it couldn’t shake her uneasiness with no longer being partners with Jay. Vanessa had potential and Hailey is sure she will fit right in with Intelligence. But the fact that she won’t be doing cases with the person she trusts most at her side is jarring.

And it also makes her think more about how she feels about Jay, and it terrifies her. Thinking about Jay, specifically about her feelings of Jay and how she misses him, brings up memories of Garrett and various emotions that she does not want to surface.

She downs the rest of the tea, the warm drink that felt comforting before now seemed like nausea trickling its way down her throat.

Pushing back against the counter, Hailey got out of the chair, needing to find another distraction. Because after the negative feelings come the positive, and she refuses to toy with herself with unrealistic and unreasonable thoughts.

Maybe she could find a book to read, she mused, turning towards her living room. Before taking a step forward though, she remembered lending Jay one of her books last week. He always poked fun at her science fiction collection, but actually seemed excited about reading one. She couldn’t believe it had slipped her mind, as she had tried to get him to read one of her books for awhile now. Her phone in her back pocket suddenly became very aware to her, as her fingers began to tingle with an urge to text Jay.

No, she thought firmly to herself. When she got into these.. feelings, texting Jay was a big no-no.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to come up with a distraction. “Hailey?” Vanessa called from down the hallway, sounding hesitant.

“Coming!” Hailey walked through her apartment, starting to feel grateful to have an unexpected roommate. Being alone causes her to turn to her thoughts and feelings.

The door was wide open, but Vanessa was nowhere in sight. Assuming it was fine to walk in, it was her place after all, Hailey went inside, looking around for Vanessa.

Right before Hailey was about to call out her name, Vanessa’s head popped up from the other side of the bed. “Hey, are these an ex-boyfriend’s or something?” She stood up, holding out a few wrinkled shirts. “I found them behind the bed.

Hailey’s jaw dropped. She was not expecting this to be the reason why Vanessa needed her. Also that the shirts would still be at her apartment! “I told him to get them weeks ago!” She fumed, throwing up her hands.

“Why don’t you just throw them out?” Vanessa wondered, looking at the shirts with confusion. “Seems like you’ve given him plenty of time.”

“They’re Jay’s.” Hailey said, rolling her eyes with exasperation. After the last incident, she demanded that he would come and get the shirts himself. She wasn’t going to get the shirts for him again and again when it was his fault that he would throw them on the ground and forget about them. She wasn’t his maid!

Vanessa scrunched her eyebrows together. “Jay’s your ex-boyfriend?”

Hailey spluttered, not expecting that to come out of Vanessa’s mouth. “Hell no!” She exclaimed, shaking her head from side to side. “Just partners. Well, ex-partners.” She corrected, ignoring the pit in her stomach calling her her undivided attention again.

Vanessa still didn’t look convinced, which Hailey couldn’t exactly blame her. It was pretty suspicious for her to have any man’s shirt, or shirts for that matter, in a bedroom and also claim not having any sort of romantic relationship with said man.

Hailey crossed her arms over her chest, feeling defensive over having to describe her relationship with Jay. “He sleeps over sometimes, if there’s a rough case or we have had a few drinks. It’s easier, than you know, for him to stay rather than go home.” While it always seemed reasonable at the time, coming out of her mouth now, the reason sounded pretty silly. And certainly wouldn’t make Vanessa less curious about her and Jay.

“Oh.”

Hailey didn’t like the unconvincing tone of Vanessa. “He can be forgetful sometimes.” She suggested lamely. It was half-true. Jay was never forgetful with work, or the people he cared about. But forgetting a shirt was definitely up his alley.

Vanessa definitely looked like she wanted to ask more, but thankfully changed the topic. “Would you mind if I order pizza?” She asked, placing the shirts on the dresser and walking over to Hailey. “I’m starving, and I’d like to get it as a thank you for letting me stay here.”

Hailey wasn’t hungry, but was both appreciative by the offer and the topic change. “Sure, that would be great, thanks.”

Vanessa perked up with that, as if Hailey’s answer made her night. Hailey could empathize, as a new member to intelligence, you just want to be liked and accepted.

“Great!” She said, pulling out her phone and started to leave the room. “I’ll go order now.”

Once Vanessa left, Haley walked over to the shirts. She picked them up, resisting the urge to smell them. She hated getting like this, wrapped up with a guy. And not any guy. Jay.

It couldn’t happen. It can’t happen, she reminded herself firmly. Not only was Garrett a reminder of why not, Adam was too.

She balled up the shirts in her hand, and left the room to head to her own. Walking over to her bed, she grabbed her bag and shoved the shirts inside. She didn’t bother to fold them, not wanting to give them anymore attention than she already had.

Having the shirts was a physical reminder of Jay, and she didn’t need that. She would give them to him tomorrow, say a smart ass comment about him being forgetful and a mess, and he would laugh at her. Like normal.

Besides, they worked as friends, she told herself, zipping her bag shut. And nothing was more important than maintaining that.

#upstead #upstead fic #my fics #my post #hailey jay fic

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chnsfairy · 5 years

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name please ? | han jisung

words ; 3,441

genre ; fluff, a bit of crack

requested ; yes, who prompt 1;iv ( @skzrequests )

warnings ; barista!reader, guitarist!jisung, like two curse words

a/n ; ok so i bent the prompt juST a lil bit but it has the same general idea and i think it turned out ok so i hope you enjoy it lovely !

m.list in bio

“you know y/n, one day you’re gonna have to learn how to make latte art properly,, (￣￣|||)” woojin complains before once again guiding your hand over the small mug which at this point is just a huge mess

“and on your own”

(￣ε￣＠) (￣ε￣＠) meanie

“you’ve been what ? working here for half a year and you still dont know how-” woojin tried to continue, but unfortunately for him, his attempt to teach you how to correctly use steamed milk has come to a crashing halt as a loud bang followed by groans was heard by the front door

you turned on your heel and headed towards the front of the counter,, trying to figure out what exactly caused the ruckus in the usually peaceful coffee shop

excluding your’s and woojin’s bickering in the back

“uhhhh excuse me ???” you ask,, carefully peering over to the giant mess that was now on the floor

“you ok sir ?” (・人・)

sprawl across the floor, carrying a guitar case, it seemed as if the stranger misinterpreted both the speed he was entering the door at and the size of the case,, cause it seemed he got caught at the door ahfjksadhfkjsa poor kid (｡╯︵╰｡)

he came dressed in some simple ripped light jeans, white t-shirt, and light jacket, plus his fluffy brown hair messily laying atop his head as if he just got out of bed

i mean who knows maybe he did

yes he did

“aH ! im um,, so sorry im late....”

after finally collecting himself the stranger stood up and picked up his guitar case,, pink tinting his face from embarrassment and like...you know... he kinda cute (*/ω＼)

no tea no shade

especially when he started messing with his already messy hair yeah there was no use trying to fix that mess but uWU LOOK AT HIS CHEEKS AND SPARKLY BROWN EYES AHHH !!!! (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

woah woah there cool in y/n he just walked in

it’s not your fault he just happens to be absolutely adorable

but maybe it would be best to stop staring at him,,,,

when the boy started walking towards the counter you found yourself quickly shuffling behind woojin, who was now confused, as you pushed him up front to handle with the newcomer,,

CAUsE SORRY BUT THERE WAS NO WAY YOU WERE GOING TO BE GETTING THROUGH A FULL CONVERSATION WITHOUT MAKING A FOOL OF YOURSELF SO WHY DONT WE STOP THAT POSSIBILITY NOW

“hi so i was hired a couple days ago to play a few nights a week ?? this is the right place yeah ? im sure i got the address right....if n-”

woojin interrupted his ramblings before he could continue any further,, bless him

“ oh !! so thats who the boss was talking about !! yeah let me just head back to make eveything’s in order, um y/n can you get him a drink or something ?”

walking away from you he left you completely exposed,, giving the other boy across from you an awkward laugh you grabbed woojin’s shirt quickly to stop him from leaving

“woojin you didnt tell me we were getting a new guitarist !!” you whispered harshly

“ᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ”

“well sorry i didnt think it was important ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

“does our friendship mean nothing to you”

woojin laughs quietly as he walks through the the door leaving you alone with the cafe’s new guitarist who just so happens to be looking like a whole ass model

“so um,, ” you started nervously,, mAN who thought this one person you make you so fLUSTERED JHASKKSAFKL

“want anything to drink ?”

after staring at menu up on the wall for a couple seconds the guitarist gave you a small smile JHFJKAGJISFIJEHUIGH before nodding his head

“sure can i have an iced latte ?”

out of habit you immediately asked “name please ?”

“oh you know... just your friendly neighborhood squirrel”

(・・ ) ? (・・ ) ? (・・ ) ?

you eyed the boy who was now leaning up against the counter smiling to himself

“i- oh come on wh-”

“thats the name,, you better write it down”

sighing to yourself you carefully wrote it down,, not necessarily sure if you even need to but who cares

as the musician pulled out his wallet to pay you put up your hand to stop him

cause no way you were letting this cute boy pay for his drink

plus he’s an employee as well

“it’s on the house”

“no please let me pay for it ( `ε´ )”

“nope”

so without anyone else there to help, you stepped away from the register and started prepare this strange guitarist’s drink

quietly laughing to yourself as you do so

moments later woojin walks back through the door and out from behind the counter and motions for mystery boy to follow him towards the small stage the cafe had

it was small and shoved into a corner, all wooden as most of the cafe was and it was covered with many different plants and decorated with fairy lights

vv aesthetic if you do say so yourself

then in the center of it was a stool and microphone for performer to set up with and use when they were performing

a couple months ago you had a band play here on friday’s so you had some other equipment in the back but it seemed unnecessary for a simple acoustic guitar

you watched as the boy looked at the fairy lights and the actually quiet beautiful set up in awe

the musician started to unpack his guitar case as you finished off his drink and started walking towards the stage where woojin was showing him where everything was

“you know now that i really think about it ‘squirrel’ kinda suits you”

the sparkly eyed boy laughed as you handed him his drink,, unknowing of what you should say you ended up standing there awkwardly for a few seconds before realizing there was another customer back at the register

“ah- i should,, probably go” you said jabbing your thumb towards the counter before awkwardly heading back

what was tHAT AHHH !! STOP BEING SO WEIRD Y/N OK

ITS REALLY NOT YOUR FAULT HIS HAIR JUST LOOKS PERFECT AND HIS EYES ARE BRIGHT AND HIS SMILES CUTE AND OK TIME TO STOP NOPE NOPE NOPE

you dont even know his name....(｡•́︿•̀｡) (｡•́︿•̀｡) (｡•́︿•̀｡)

lil thot wont give it to you

but thats ok

if he wants to play it like this then thats fINE

you can deal with that

hopefully....

by the time you had finished helping out the other customer you started to hear the sweet sound of an acoustic guitar being played throughout the coffee shop

“you know he’s not half bad,,,”

woojin had returned from helping the musician get settled and soon found his regular spot on a stool in the corner

“yeah,, he’s pretty good isn’t he”

and then a few minutes later you found yourself completely absorbed in the brunette’s angelic voice filling the shop, his guitar only making it even more beautiful

your staring was soon interrupted by woojin pushing you off to the side so he could help a lady who had walked in about a minute ago,, which you hadn’t realized (＞﹏＜) oops

“y/n would you like to go take your break ?”

(´♡‿♡`) (´♡‿♡`) (´♡‿♡`)

!!!!!

“ can i ???”

woojin motioned you to go once again,, and as you were already so distracted it wouldn’t have made much of a difference

you found yourself sitting at an empty table in the corner,, you’ve heard some other guitarists perform many times in your life but this one takes the cake

you’re not too sure what it is about him but,,, he just looked and sounded so sincere with every word he sang ??? the guitar and him looked like they were a single creature,, knowing exactly how to work as one

it was just really beautiful

he was playing a cover of a song you’ve heard a few times before called ‘better days’ by jaie,, he also seemed to have ended up adding some extra elements to fit his voice better and overall it made an incredible impact

almost everyone else in the cafe had their eyes on the musician singing up front who looked so immersed in his music there would’ve been no time for stage fright

“i’ve had my better days, and you’ve had your better days too” he sang quietly

soon after the song had ended there was a light applause from the customers in the coffee shop,, including you who soon.... realized that you need a paycheck....

yeah ok the cute boy is gonna have to wait we gotta get that bread kids

(╥_╥) (╥_╥)

after making the short walk back to your position behind the counter where woojin found his spot once again on his stool until he had to go make up some drinks you started to hear an acoustic version of million dollar man by lana del rey flow through the cafe

it was simple and elegant and you felt kinda sad you couldnt sit and watch :(((((

there was only a couple hours left before you had to close up so you guess it wasnt that bad,, at least you got to listen to some pretty music during the normally slow and quiet closing shift

honestly at this rate you might fall asleep if the guitarist kept the atmosphere this peaceful,, i mean you weren’t complaining bUT THAT PROBABLY WOULDN’T LOOK GOOD TO THE BOSS

so instead you ended up reading for the most of the time until all the customers had all left and woojin had begun wiping down tables and sweeping floors as mystery boy packed up his guitar and papers

then after you finished cleaning up the counter and throwing all the trash out back you collected your own belongings and changed back into your own plain jeans and sweatshirt before clocking out for the day

as you headed back towards the front you saw woojin talking to the unnamed guitarist and waved at the pair before finally walking out the door and into the early spring air

“bye jinnie !! i’ll see you tomorrow !”

nodding his head woojin continued to chat with the brunette as you started heading down the block and towards your apartment

man,,, why did he have to be so cute ??! >:((((

its not fAIR HE DIDNT EVEN TELL YOU HIS NAME HES MEANNN

(ノ_<、) you’ll have to get it from him tomorrow

aAAH even if it’s the last thing you have to do

ok so maybe you went to sleep thinking about the sparkly eyed boy who played beautiful guitar and had an aMAZING voice but like ajdhjsahd who wouldn’t

the next day was mainly the same,,, you had your regulars and a few newcomers who just so happened to be in the neighborhood and stopped in for a drink

and of course the guitarist walked back into the shop a little after 4,, this time slightly more put together

his hair was styled a bit and looked even better but how the fuck is that possible,, today he was also wearing a leather jacket over a yellow hoodie and black jeans

although you hadn’t realized he’d come in yet ahjksfhasdjk

but when you finally looked up you were pleasantly surprised

but jeSUS HI YOU’VE SEEN WHAT AN ANGEL LOOKS LIKE BYE YOU CAN GO TO HELL NOW YEET

“what are you a ninja ? ”

“yes y/n,, i am in fact a ninja ”

“hEY WHY DO YOU KNOW MY NAME >:CCCCCC”

its nOT FAIR hE JUST- HNGGG

“it’s on your name tag”

“oh yeah”

you slightly pouted at the boy in front of you who had become slightly amused by your reaction,, you were cute uwu

“and what would you like today ?” you proceeded as you tried to keep the conversation going

“hmm how about a cappuccino”

he responded after a couple of seconds

“nO i cANT DO THE FANCY ART THINGYYY (╥﹏╥)”

you sighed once again before talking out a paper cup sharpie in hand

“and name ?”

"you said it yourself,,, im a ninja”

you laughed again before rolling your eyes as you scribbled down ‘ninja’ on the cup

“you’re funny you know that ?”

the male shrugged his shoulders and picked up his guitar case once again

“actually no beCAUSE MY JOKES ARE NEVER APPRECIATED”

he then laughs hysterically before heading back towards the lit stage,, leaving you puzzled

“heY uM woojin ????” you needed to find that man to help do the steamed milk,,, or maybe the whole drink all together

luckily he just came back from his break when you shoved the paper cup into his hands

“ninja ?”

“dont ask. pretty art. make. plEASE ? (ಥ﹏ಥ)” you had started tugging on your friends sleeve because you just really didnt want to give a cute boy a cappuccino without pretty art on it :(((

“fine fine fine,, but this is the LAST time,,, im teaching you this weekend i swear...”

“woojin i loveeeee youuuu” (´ ε ` )♡

“(￢_￢) i know”

minutes later after the musician had gotten set up and with his pretty decorated cappuccino the sweet sound of his voice and guitar filled the air,, having all other customers in the room turn their heads to find exactly where it was coming from

especially as he started doing a cover of instagram by dean,, which was yA KNOW AMAZING

he continued to play for a couple hours until you had to close up,, although every so often he ended up glancing your way,, to find that you were also watching he quickly turned away as he felt his face heat up (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

lucky you,, he didnt see you freak out at the exact same time

and thats basically how it went every day for a while

the still unnamed guitarist would walk in some time after 4, ordered a drink and then played for a couple hours before it was time to close up

nothing out of the ordinary

i mean maybe nOT GIVING HIS NAME

CAUSE GODDAMNIT YOU’RE GETTING ANNOYED BY ALWAYS WRITING SOME RANDOM NAME ON HIS CUP

HE CUTE OK YOU WANNA KNOW HIS NAME AHHHH

oh why dont you ask, you question ????

YOU’VE TRIED

“ok real name this time”

“y/n i’ve already told you”

ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ NO

“well tell me again”

“yeah i decided that it changed today”

sighing you completely gave up on this argument and motioned back to the sharpie in your hand

“kermit the frog.” he said before crossing his arms in a fake pout

“fuck you i love kermit the frog”

“oh i didn’t know you loved me”

((╬◣﹏◢)) aAHHHH NDHFJKJK WHY CANT HE JUST LEAVE YOUR HEART ALONE ALREADY HUH

“nO I- HNGG T^T ....φ(・∀・*)”

you once again angrily scribbled down this boys fake name,, damn you just wanted to knoW AHHH !!! (╥﹏╥)

those were days where five minute arguments were involved with the name picking yet there were others that lasted only 30 seconds

“ __〆(￣ー￣ ) and name please ?”

“ironman”

“yeah no im just leaving this here today”

so after a couple weeks it was just a thing between the two of you

it was your bit per-say

ok maybe you have a tiny crush on the guy but like ???? who wouldn’t ???? he’s just AHhfhasjkf

words cant properly explain it

the two of you clicked almost immediately and you dont feel as if it would be completely wrong to call him a friend

except most friends know each other’s name...so there’s that bit to work out

iF HE WOULD JUST GIVE IT TO YOU

so after a month of random names on paper cups you had a mission today to get this cute boy’s name on his drink today >:(

“ok please please please please please please your name????”

he gave you another one of his bright smiles before simply saying “han”

(￣_￣)・・・ “han what?”

“just han”

(¯ . ¯٥) the lil liar

you know it’s a last name you’re nOT STUPID

“it’s my stage name”

“＼＼٩(๑`^´๑)۶／／ WELL THAT DOESN’T COUNT”

“TOO BAD Y/N”

you pouted once again at your failed attempt to get his real name,,, the meanie,,, why does he tease you like this >:ccc

but you gotta get paid so you grumpily write down his stage name on the cup as he walked over to the stage

“get his name yet ?” woojin comes up from behind you as you hand him the cup

“no :((( bUT why cant you tell me ????”

“i’ve been sworn to secrecy”

“wHY IS KEEPING A NAME A SECRET” you argue as you watch woojin prepare the drink

“because he finds you cute when you get flustered like this”

“bECAUSE IT’S JUST A NAME LIKE- wait what (・・ ) ”

“oops that was another secret soRRy”

you turned back around and grabbed your friends shoulders and shook him probably a bit too violently

“WOOJIN YOU DONT KEEP THINGS LIKE THIS FROM YOUR BEST FRIEND OK WE HAVE A PACT”

“what pact ?????”

“it was an unspoken pact.”

“thEN HOW AM I- you know what never mind i shouldn’t question your insanity” he waved you off so he could finish making ‘han’s drink leaving you both flustered and confused behind the counter as his guitar soon started filling the empty sounding coffee shop

about two hours later there only remained a few other people left so you decided to take your break for the evening as by now there probably wouldnt be much to do

soon a new song had started playing throughout the cafe and your head turned to see the guitarist giving you a shy smile

it was one you had never heard before so the gentle acoustic guitar and han’s comforting voice drew you back towards one of the shop’s tables where you then sat until all other customers ended up leaving

as the two of you were completely unaware of woojin cleaning up the shop, han continued playing and you continued listening to the mystery song before woojin shouted from the back room, forcing you to break eye contact and awkwardly smile at the guitarist

“y/n im clocking you out ok ?!”

“ ok !!” you shouted back before once again turning towards han who was now packing up his case

“what was that last song?”

he muscician scratched the back of his neck before laughing sightly

“uhh it was an original although i haven’t actually titled it yet,, i just wanted to test it out”

“oh wow !! well it was really good, you have my approval ☆⌒(≧▽° )”

“woah really ? thank you that mean a lot...”

(・人・) (・人・) (・人・)

ok woojin it would be great if you could just walk in here and break the awkward silence by now hnNG

“jisung”

∑(O_O;)

“sorry what ??”

“han jisung,,, thats my name”

(O.O)(O.O)

“i think you deserve it by now”

Σ(°ロ°) Σ(°ロ°) Σ(°ロ°)

“aWE A CUTE NAME FOR A CUTE BOY LOOK-”

oh shit (o_O)

well you certainly did not mean to say that out loud

“oops sorry heheheheh”

jisung was GONE

this barista who he had been secretly pining over for a month just called him cute all his insides are just HJSADHKJAKDSA

help the poor boy

his stomach is doing flips as we speak

i mean he couldn’t just leave it as is

cOME ON WHERE’S YOUR CONFIDENCE ヾ(。＞＜)シ

“so um,, does that mean i can take you out to coffee sometime ?”

(;;;*_*) (;;;*_*)

“although unless you dont want to-”

“yes.”

“i get that like you kinda just learned my name”

“yes.”

“not too sure why that was kept a secret so long but- what?”

“jisung 1. ahhh cute name, 2. yes, i’d love to (／。＼)”

jisung gave you another one of his adorable bright smiles that felt as if it could light up a whole room,, which is did as always,, although this time he looked almost even happier

and for once you went to sleep without racking your brain for ideas as to what his name could be

bonus ;

“although if you give them something other than your name i will leave”

“y/n”

“like did me saying ‘name please ?’ cause you to freak out or something ?? honestly i’m very curious”

“wELL when it just so happens to be someone looking very cute...yes i did,,,,”

“aWWEEE JISUNG”

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