#cheers mate lets drink wine to all our regrets

[kaeyachi]

Just thinking of Kaeya and how much guilt he actually carries within him.

Guilt for lying to the people that took care of him.

Guilt for telling the truth in the wrong time.

Guilt for serving a nation that he shouldn't be recognizing as his, and guilt for still wanting to know more of his birth nation- one that could someday ruin the peace and safety of the home that took him in.

Guilty for the jealousy in his heart when faced with the youth and innocence he sees in Klee.

Guilty for his incapability to be truthful to those he loves, and how easy it is for him to lie to their faces.

Kaeya just feels guilty in general.

[buckybeardreams]

Unwanted

Chapters: 10/11

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Harley Keener

Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, Service Top, Dominant Bottom, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Virgin Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Romantic Soulmates, First Meetings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sappy, Romantic Fluff, Awkwardness, Drinking to Cope, Self-Worth Issues, Insecure Tony Stark, Insecure Steve Rogers, Age Difference, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Bonding, Claiming Bites, Claiming, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Non-Explicit Sex, Light Dom/sub, Mutual Masturbation, Coming Untouched, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Wordcount: 10.000-30.000, Knotting

Series: Part 1 of Second Chances

Summary:

Steve is a soft Alpha and Tony is an in charge kind of Omega with no desire to find a mate. He doesn't want to find his soulmate and when he does meet Steve he's determined to stay away from him. 

That is until he realizes just how right they are for each other.

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Tony went to Brock's to tell him about winning the case against Obie and Pierce, and ended up making another less expected announcement. One that Brock followed up with good news of his own.

"Wait? You're pregnant?"

"Yeah, but don't tell anyone. We're not telling people yet," Brock told him.

"I'm sorry, what? If I hadn't just told you I was pregnant, would you not have told me?"

"Probably not."

"What the fuck, Brock? I'm your best friend!"

"Yeah, but you know I was an only child, Tony. Not from a lack of trying on my parents' part either. They went through three miscarriages before they finally used in vitro to have me. If this baby doesn't make it, I don't want to deal with a whole bunch of people pitying me while I'm grieving."

Tony reached over and pulled him in for a hug.

"Okay, I get it now, but can I at least tell Steve?"

"Honestly, it's inevitable. I went to the hair salon yesterday and my hairdresser told me that Jessica, some girl that lives in her apartment that I don't even know, was having an affair with her current lover's ex-lover, not to mention she's married with three kids. I spilled my guts the moment Sam got home. Keeping things from mates is practically impossible."

Tony bit his lip.

"I haven't told Steve."

"Of course you didn't. You just found out, Tony. You literally haven't even left the room and your phone is sitting on the coffee table. How would you have told him?"

Tony shook his head.

"No, not that. I mean that I'm pregnant."

Brock blinked at him for a minute before narrowing his eyes.

"Why?" He asked suspiciously.

Tony fidgeted nervously.

"I don't know how he's gonna take it," Tony admitted.

Brock rolled his eyes.

"Good God, you're pathetic," Brock groaned in exasperation. "Seriously? That boy lives to please you. He's gonna be thrilled that you're gonna need massages and foot rubs for the next nine months. Not to mention, now he's gonna have two people to order him around. He's gonna be so excited to spoil your little mini-me, Tony."

Tony glared at him halfheartedly.

"Yeah, I know, but I'm still anxious about it and I'm not entirely sure why. I know it's ridiculous and I know Steve's gonna be thrilled."

Brock eyed him for a moment.

"Yes, we've established that," Brock said, watching Tony carefully. "What about you? Are you excited about it?"

Tony bit his lip and looked over at Brock guiltily.

"I don't know. I know that I should be. I know that babies are like miracles and all that, but I never thought I'd have one. I never thought I'd have an Alpha and now I do, and now this. It's just a lot and I'm not sure if I'm ready. I'm not sure if I want a child."

Brock nodded.

"If you need someone to go with you to take care of it, Tony-"

"No, no, I'm gonna keep it. I already considered that, but I think I'll regret it if I do."

Brock frowned.

"There's nothing wrong-"

"No, I know, Brock. It's not that. It's just- I think I'm scared, because this wasn't part of the plan. Steve wasn't part of the plan and the plan has completely changed. It's a lot, but I was scared about Steve, too, and he's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Maybe this baby will be like that too."

Brock nodded.

"Okay, if it's really what you want then I'll support it and be happy for you. I'll support you no matter what choice you make, you know that right?"

"I do and I love you for that."

Brock rolled his eyes, but he smiled softly and pulled Tony in for a hug.

"Now let's talk nurseries," Brock said when he pulled back.

Tony grinned at him.

*****

"We're buying the bar," Tony said to the group. 

He had invited everyone over to Steve's place, since his place was bigger and neater and just overall better for hosting people. He chose to do this on a Sunday night, the only night that the bar wasn't open, so everyone could be there. Everyone was so excited about having won the case, but also scared about what that would mean for them. They had all figured when they first decided to take their boss to court that they would be left jobless regardless of the outcome. 

Clint raised his hand like he was still in elementary school and Tony rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Clint? Do you have something to say to the class?" Tony said sarcastically.

"Um... you're doing what?"

Tony sighed.

"We-" He said, gesturing between him and Steve, "Are buying the bar. This way we can all keep our jobs, have decent fucking pay checks, get the benefits we deserve, and just overall have a positive work environment. Sound good?"

There were murmurs and nods of agreement. Bucky stood up and grabbed the bottle of wine on the counter.

"Okay, well, I think we should all drink to that and to our new bosses."

"Yeah, um, we should clarify, that while I'm technically gonna be on the lease, it's really only because it looks good to have an Alpha on it," Steve said. "I'm an artist. Um, leadership? Yeah, that's not really my thing. Tony, though, he's gonna make a damn fine boss. So yeah, he's gonna run the place and work with you guys. I'm just gonna do the paperwork and manage schedules. That kind of behind the scenes stuff."

Tony giggled and kissed his cheek.

"Steve's gonna be a great co-owner and let me do whatever I want with the place, so I suggest you kiss up to me, if there's anything specific you want out of the renovations," Tony teased. "Steve will also be very busy raising our child and being a work-from-home dad while he paints and helps manage the bar.

Tony rested his hand on his flat belly and all the eyes in the room went wide and congratulations and cheers went off after a moment of shock. Steve was the most shocked though and it took him the longest to say something.

"Wait? Are you serious? Tony, if you're joking then tell me now before I get my hopes up."

"Nope, not joking," Tony told him with a grin, but a part of him was nervous that Steve would be unhappy about it.

"Oh my God. Oh my God! We're having a baby!" Steve practically shouted to the room in his excitement and scooped Tony up into his arms.

Tony laughed and wrapped his limbs around him, leaning down to kiss him.

"I can't believe it. This is amazing, baby! I'm gonna set up a nursery-"

"No, I'm setting up the nursery and Brock's gonna help me since he's also pregnant and we're gonna have matching nurseries."

"Right, right, then I'm gonna paint a mural on the walls."

"That's acceptable."

"Yeah and- Wait? Did you say Brock's pregnant?"

"Yeah, but you didn't hear it from me. They're not telling people yet," Tony told him with a wink.

Steve furrowed his brows.

"Who else would I have heard it from if they're not telling people?"

"I don't know. Sam?"

"But Sam would know that he didn't tell me," Steve pointed out.

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Not my problem."

Steve set Tony down when Bucky cleared his throat.

"Hate to ruin the moment, but I've got wine," Bucky said handing a glass to Steve before reaching for a glass on the counter, "and for you--"

"Oh, no, I can't--"

"It's grape juice, Tony," Bucky cut him off. "I wouldn't do anything to risk your baby."

Tony nodded his thanks and smiled at Bucky.

"Congratulations, by the way. On the mating and the pup."

The words seemed sincere enough, but Bucky's smile seemed off. Tony brushed it off though, letting everyone else come up and hug him and make him promise to invite them to the baby shower. It was a good day, everyone in high spirits, excited about the new baby and getting to keep their jobs. 

*****

That night at home Steve sat on the couch with Tony's feet in his lap, rubbing them.

"I'll do this for you everyday until the baby's born," Steve promised.

Tony smirked.

"Only until the baby's born," Tony teased, wiggling his toes.

Steve laughed.

"No, I'll do it every day until we die, because I love you more than anything in the world and I'd do anything for you, Tony, my beautiful Omega.”

Tony rolled his eyes, but smiled.

"Yeah, well, don't let the baby hear you say that. I'm pretty sure your world is going to expand the moment I pop this thing out."

"Yeah," Steve said dreamily. "I can't believe we're gonna be parents."

"Yeah, this kid's so fucked," Tony teased.

Steve grinned at him.

"We're gonna have the most spoiled, loved, and happiest baby ever. He's never gonna want for anything."

"He? What makes you think we're having a boy?"

"Or she," Steve amended. "I don't care either way. I just hope the baby's just like you."

"Well, jokes on you. This baby's gonna have blond hair and blue eyes."

Steve rolled his eyes.

"I didn't say the baby was gonna look like you, just be like you. You know, brilliant and stubborn."

Tony giggled and shook his head.

“Just focus on rubbing my feet, Alpha.”

“Yes, sir,” Steve teased.

[13uswntimagines]

Badass to Mushball (Alpha!Ash x Alpha!Reader x Omega!Ali)

Request: Ash and Reader are alphas and Ali is their omega and they go out and Ali gets threatened by someone, so her mates come and save her

Author’s Note: So a couple of things my dudes. The TJ that is mentioned is TJ Dillashaw, who is an MMA fighter in the UFC’s bantamweight division. Most fighters participate in Weight cutting, where their every day (walk around) weight is much higher than the cutoffs for the division they fight in.  This means that they lose lots of weight (usually in water) days before the fight to weight-in, and then they gain it back overnight to go into the fight with a distinct advantage. I hope you enjoy this! hit me up with requests, questions or if you have questions!

Ali tucked herself closer to Ashlyn as the entered the crowded bar, nosing her pulse point in an attempt to drown out the assault of pheromones that met them the second they walked through the door. Ashly rubbed her back, trying to soothe her mate. They were always on edge when you weren’t with them. Between your anger leaking through your mating bond and the insane amount of pheromones in the club that Kelley has chosen, both women were a little jumpy. 

Ashlyn placed a kiss on her little one's forehead, before craning her neck to find the table she was sure her teammates had commandeered. She smiled and nodded when she met  Alex’s eyes, using the hand on Ali’s back to guide her towards the table. 

“Hey, Krashlyn is here!!!” Kelley cheered, leaning drunkenly into her alpha. Alex rolled her eyes at the woman, still wrapping her arm around her waist. Ali waved as Ash settled them down into the booth. 

“Where’s the big bad Alpha?” Alex asked the women and Megan snorted at the implication. Sure you were a big bad UFC fighter, but around Ali and Ash, you turned into a puppy. 

“She said that her fight press conference is running longer than she thought,” Ash murmured, running a hand up and down Ali’s back and pumping out her calming scent. Crowded bars had a habit of throwing off the omegas delicate systems. Ali wasn’t your typical omega, having dealt with some very dominant and assholey alphas on the pitch, but Ash’s alpha instincts wouldn’t let anything mess with her omega. 

“The champ still running his mouth?” Kelley smirked at the pair, remembering what happened the last time your opponent talked shit. 

“Yeah, he was saying some stuff about us before we left to meet you,” Ali shrugged. You had a bit of a reputation for being stoic before a fight, and making the people you faced pay in the cage. She did not doubt that you would make TJ eat his words when you finally got to beat his face in (as you so lovingly referred to it). He was trying (and failing) to get under your skin, and she was sure he would regret his efforts later. 

“Stuff? I wouldn’t call him talking about her taking it up the ass stuff,” Alex rolled her eyes. It was supposed to be the ultimate insult to an alpha. A way to question their dominance, and with one of your mates being an alpha it was an insult you heard rather often. You were secure in your mates and how powerful of an alpha you were. You loved Ashlyn and Ali, and that didn’t make you wear. It made you stronger. 

“And she didn’t blow up at him?” Kelley asked squinting at the pair. You had tried to explain how the mind games in the UFC worked, and she still didn’t understand. If someone called you a bitch, weren’t you supposed to defend yourself? That’s what you had used to justify almost starting a brawl with Connor Mcgregor at the weigh-ins before your last fight because of an off-handed comment. 

“She said something about saving it for the cage,” Ashlyn shrugged. You were very tactical and you knew how to best deal with each opponent you faced. Getting riled up would only egg TJ on further. At least that’s what you said when they asked you the same thing. 

“Isn’t she afraid of that making her look weak,” Megan questioned, leaning forward at the table, glad that she was a beta and that she didn’t have to deal with the pheromones and dominance battles that the two other bearings brought. 

“After what she did to the last guy who talked shit, I don’t think so,” Ali snorted, remembering your very impressive 5-second flying knee knockout. 

“But like just between us, is she as much of a badass outside the cage as she is inside?” Kelley asked, her smirk aiding when she saw the blush bloom across Ashlyn’s face. Your bedroom preference was no one else’s business but your own. 

“Kelley, you��ve met her. Several times,” Ali huffed, shoring uncomfortable in her seat. 

“Yeah, but like, I don’t follow you guys into the bedroom,” Kelley laughed, ignoring her Alpha’s warning glare. 

“I think that’s my cue to go get our drinks. Whiskey on the rocks?” Ali grumbled, standing and gesturing towards the crowded bar. 

“You know it, babe,” Ash winked, patting her omega’s butt as she left, casually scenting her so no alphas got any ideas. 

“What’s a little omega like you doing ordering a glass a wine and a whiskey straight?” The alpha’s smell met her before she saw him, and unlike her mate’s scents, there was nothing soothing or arousing about it. It didn’t hold a candle to their dominant pheromones. 

“Not interested,” She said dismissively, waving him off and turning back to the beta bartender. The oblivious alpha took a step closer to her, so his front was pressed against his back. 

“Oh come on baby omega,” He said in what she assumed was his most seductive voice, nosing her shoulder. Her inner omega growled in disapproval. The only people who had the right to call her that and touch her there were her mates. 

“Don’t call me that,” She hissed, jerking away from him. 

“Then don’t act like a whiny little bitch and I won’t. I’m trying to be sweet with ya,” The alpha growled, cupping the back of her neck. She tensed at the contact, his finger grazing your mating bite that adorned her neck. 

“I already told you, I’m not interested,” She spat, turning away from the man, and standing to face him. She tilted her head to the side slightly, making her two mating marks even more visible. Though she was sure he had already smelt her mates all over her. The alpha’s features darkened and he took a dangerous step towards her. 

“Listen here,” He growled low, and not nearly as dangerous and dominant as she knew a growl could be. 

“Whoa there, I think you need to take your hand off my mate,” Ali relaxed at Ash’s calming voice. Her scent wrapped around her like a blanket. She stepped backward into Ashlyn’s arms. The other alpha rolled his eyes. 

“You wanna try and play that card? I’m not fucking falling for it. Find your own hookup,” He glared at Ashlyn, stepping forward and grabbing Ali’s wrist and releasing a puff of dominant pheromones. Pheromones that were weakly demanding their submission. 

“I don’t need to find a hookup, take your hand off my mate,” Ashlyn rumbled, releasing her own very dominant scent. A sick smirk stretched across the alpha’s face, enjoying the reaction he could elicit. 

“Well if that’s the way you wanna play it, I could make you both very happy. Show you what a real alpha is like,” His voice turned cocky again, winking at the women, not noticing the presence making her way behind him. 

“Mm, no thanks,” Ashlyn scrunched her face up in disgust, pulling Ali behind her. 

“Now, with a little firm guidance I think you two will be perfect,” The other alpha smirked, looking Ali and Ashlyn over. He took a step forward placing a hand on Ashlyn’s shoulder and releasing a sickening puff of his weak scent. 

A loud growl sounded from behind the alpha, a dominant wave of angry pheromones wrapping around them. 

“I believe the ladies said no, and I suggest you remove your hand before you lose it,” You hissed, stepping up behind the man and clamping your hand on his shoulder. A low and dangerous rumble starting in your chest. You were not in the mood to play. You could fear the frustration leaking though your bond, and your alpha was pissed. Demanding that you show this asshole that he was way off base. 

You were already in a bad mood because you had to deal with a jackass champion. Walking up to this scene had just been the crap icing on top of the shit cake. Your fists clenched as you tried to control your inner alpha, who demanded you destroy this man. 

“Who the fuck are you?” He asked whipping around to face your towering form. 

“That real alpha you mentioned,” you snarled, your lip curling. You knew your mates could handle themselves, but your alpha couldn't and wouldn’t tolerate some asshat touching her mate. 

The alpha pressed out his own scent, calling for your submission, and you laughed at his attempt. 

“Get your pathetic ass out of here,” You growled, stepping toe to toe with the man, a vicious smirk making its way across your features. 

Your body reacted before your brain registered what was happening, the fighter in you taking over this interaction and shoving your very angry alpha back into its cage in your brain. You blocked his very sloppy punch, twisting his arm behind his back, and pulling him close to your chest. He yelped in pain as you made the arm lock as tight as you could without ripping his shoulder out of socket. 

“I’m gonna give you a chance here because you’re probably drunk out of your mind. Walk out of here or find out what happens,” You growled lowly into his ear, smirking when his head tilted to the side in submission. No sober person would think it was a good idea to fuck with a well-known fighter. 

“Get the fuck outta here,” You barked, shoving him towards the door, cockiness oozing off of you as the crowd parted for him to leave, your signature half-smile plastered squarely on your face as you watched him go. 

You jumped as a soft hand was placed on your shoulder, and two arms wrapped carefully around your waist. The soothing scent of your mates cut through the cloud of angry alpha pheromones that surrounded you, making your inner beast purr. You took a deep breath, shaking your head and pulling you out of the mentality you took on when you were in the cage. 

“You alright my darlings?” You asked softly, turning in Ali’s arms and burying your face in her neck, Ash’s hands on your back further bringing you down from what you all dubbed the ‘fight high,’. 

“Real alpha?” Ali laughed into your ear, bringing a hand up to scratch your scalp, sharing a smirk with Ash when you began to literally purr. It always made them feel good when you melted in their arms. When you stopped being the big badass protector and allowed yourself to be protected. 

“I thought it sounded good,” You huffed into her neck, placing a sweet kiss on your mating mark on her neck and leaning back to look her in the eyes. You shot her a crooked smile before leaning down to place a sweet kiss on her lips, 

“Mm it did,” She moaned into your mouth, and your alpha perked up. 

“Hey, what about me! I protected Ali too!” Ash whined from beside you, and you grinned, placing a sweet kiss on the alphas lips, literally kissing away her pout. 

“How was the press conference?” Ashlyn asked, rubbing her nose on your neck, just over your mating mark. A shiver ran down your spine. 

“Horrible, TJ doesn’t know when to shut his mouth,” You grumbled, allowing Ali to lead you back to the table where Alex, Kelley, Megan, and Sue we’re sitting. 

“You’ll show him,” She said with confidence, nudging your shoulder.

“And I’m grumpy cause I’m cutting weight and this place had wings,” You whined, pulling Ali to a stop and pouting at her. The weigh-ins were in 3 days and that meant you really couldn’t cheat. It sucked. She rolled her eyes and placed a peck on your lips. 

“Come on big bad alpha, let’s get you some celery,” Ali laughed, and you smiled against her lips. 

“I’ll get the wings and let you smell them,” Ashlyn giggled, placing both hands on your shoulders and trying to rub the tension out of them. 

“Do that and you’re on the couch,” Ali mumbled seriously, shooting the other alpha a pointed look. Kelley’s cackle brought you all out of your thoughts. You glanced over at her and sent her a small wave, shrinking slightly behind Ali’s 

“It’s hilarious how you go from badass fighter to mushball I’m like 2 seconds,” Kelley said jubilantly, pointing and laughing. She winced when Alex slapped the back of her head. 

“Only for them,” you murmured, sliding into the booth. It was the truth and you weren’t ashamed of it. You were only soft for your mates, and if anyone deserved it, it was them. 

[milkchu]

❝anyway the wind blows❞ ten.

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader

Warnings: swearing (as usual), angst, some ass-grabbing, kissing, a tiny bit of cute bri x y/n action, p**l pr*nt*r

A/N: so this chapter will introduce a new character but she’ll only be appearing in this one so she’s not that important or is she?, and it’s not mentioned but (y/n) is bisexual. also the gif above is how brian looks at (y/n) all the time ok enjoy! happy (or sad) reading! 💓

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When the party finally ended, you walked around your house, sipping on a glass of wine whilst all the waiters cleaned and fixed up the mess of a mansion that looked like a tornado has gone through all the rooms.

You weren’t drunk, maybe a little, but all you wanted to do was to be alone and just drink all the worries away, Brian’s words still echoing in your mind, your heart ached every time you remembered his voice. A voice that pitied you. Pathetic.

Once you had stumbled upon the living room, you walked towards the piano, placed your drink on top, and started to play a random tune.

Whilst playing, a waitress had come to your side, grabbing all the empty glasses from the piano top. She was a redhead with smooth, pale skin, her nails painted black, lips painted blood red, her short hair tied in a ponytail, and not to mention, she was really pretty.

As much as you claimed you were sober and not drunk, your right hand had somehow managed to pull away from the black and white keys, and towards the girl’s bottom, giving it a little squeeze.

The girl gasped in surprise and looked towards you with an annoyed glare, “You’ve got a set of balls.”

You scoffed, then sent her a smug smirk, “Go fetch me a drink and find out.”

Completely ignoring your statement, she said, “I may work for you tonight but put your hands on me again and I’ll thump you. Got it?” Then started to walk away.

Before she could leave the room, you called out for her, “I’m terribly sorry,” You stammered, “I didn’t mean to offend you, I’m sorry.”

When she stopped right by the door, you continued, “I won’t do that again, all right?”

She sighed, and turned back to face you, “Let me get you a beer,” You smiled.

“I wouldn’t mind a beer,” She shrugged.

“Can you just tell me where they keep them?” You chuckled, “You’re very beautiful. I love a woman in uniform,” resulting in her smiling and going out of the room to find some beer.

Every worker had already left so it was just you and the girl, whose name you learned to be Jasmine, both of you sitting on the couch.

“So, all your friends have left you alone?” Jasmine asked, untying her ponytail, letting her short curls fall to her face.

“They’re not my friends. Not really. Just distraction,” You sighed, taking a sip of your beer.

“From what?” She raised her eyebrows.

“The in-between moments, I suppose,” You said, “I find them intolerable.” “All of the...darkness you thought you left behind comes creeping back in.”

Jasmine nodded in understanding, “I know what you mean.”

“Really?” You leaned in a bit closer to her, “What is it that you do with them?”

“Spend them with real friends,” She said, matter-of-factly, “You look like you could use a friend,” She nodded towards you.

You looked down and sighed, but then looked back up to see Jasmine’s face leaning closer to yours, before she finally cupped your right cheek, and pressed her lips against yours.

You sighed into the kiss, but returned it, your lips moving softly against hers while your hand softly grasped onto her wrist.

But something inside of you wanted something else. Or someone else. Especially when you felt her soft curls brush against your cheeks.

When Jasmine pulled away, your not-so-sober self decided to blurt out, “I like you.”

She let out a chuckle, her hand now lingering against the side of your neck, “I like you too, (Y/N).”

Her hand then retreated from your neck, “But you should learn to like yourself first.”

Such a simple sentence yet you suddenly felt all the tipsiness from the alcohol disappear into thin air. The whole picture being a little clearer than before.

Jasmine immediately stood up from the couch, before walking towards the door until you stopped her, “Good night, Jasmine.”

She smiled, “Good night, (Y/N). Or should I say good morning?” before she finally left, probably the last you’ll see of her.

Brian sat on the drum risers, tapping his foot against the floor impatiently, waiting for you. At the same time, thinking about last night, when he called you something he very much regretted.

Chrissie looked at Brian in empathy from the couch, whilst the other wives beside her chatted with their husbands.

It has been well over an hour, until Brian decided to waste no more time, “Screw her.”

He stood up, “Everyone up on the drum risers!”

“Up on the drum risers!”

Chrissie then stood up, gesturing for everyone else to come, “Come on!”

Brian nodded at his wife, “Thank you, Chrissie. Showing some enthusiasm,” Before placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Wives and everyone, Brian?” John asked.

“Yes! Come on, John. Everyone!” Brian nodded, “I’m not waiting any longer!”

Dominique and Veronica then followed, John coming in, “Bass?” He pointed towards the instrument.

Brian plopped down from the drum risers, “No, you don’t need it,” Before kicking his bottom up to go on the drum risers, “Get up.”

“Come on, Rog, take your time,” Brian patted the drummer’s back.

“All right,” Roger stepped up, “What’s this about?”

“You remember our last concert? The crowd were singing our songs back to us. I mean, it was deafening, but it was wonderful. They’re becoming a part of our show. I want to encourage that, so I’ve got an idea to involve them a little bit more. Let’s start with this.”

Brian then stamped his foot rhythmically with two beats, “Stamp to this beat.”

“Genius,” John smiled, before looking over at a grinning Roger. “Thank you, John.” Brian replied.

“Come on!” Everyone then started to stomp their feet as Brian did, “Good.”

“Now, I want you to clap on the third beat.”

They all did what was told, not knowing that they were making history with a simple beat that blew everyone’s minds.

Whilst they were doing this, they didn’t even see you walk in. You didn’t have time to put much thought into your clothes, so you decided to just throw on a somewhat thin, white button-up shirt with the first few ones unbuttoned, revealing several necklaces adorning your collar, tucked in a denim miniskirt.

So, you leaned against the piano top in the background, watching as they did this beat that was quite catchy.

“Don’t speed up!” Roger said whilst the wives giggled.

Brian pointed over to the drummer, “Rog, keep that time,” before walking over to the piano, playing some notes before finally noticing you were there.

“No Prenter? It’s unusual to see you without your pet.”

“It’s unusual seeing you be so bitchy,” You smirked, getting back at him for last night.

Brian waved you off, before he went back to face the drum risers, “Ah, you kept time, Rog. Good.”

You slowly walked over Brian’s side, hands on your hips, “What’s going on?”

Their stomping and clapping was then silenced, “You’d know if you were on time,” Roger quipped.

You squint your eyes at the blond before retorting, “I’m a performer, darling, not a Swiss train conductor,” The air suddenly becoming painfully awkward.

Your expression then softened, turning to Brian, “Sorry I’m late.”

“Again,” John sassed.

You sighed, “All right,” before turning back to Brian, “Now, will you please tell me why you’re not playing any instruments?”

“I wanna give the audience a song that they can perform. All right? Let them be part of the band. So what can they do?” Brian then resumes the rhythmic stamping and clamping, everyone else joining in.

Your eyes then scanned his feet, before looking up at him with a small smile, finally joining in.

Both your eyes kept in contact as you stomped and clapped together before he said, “Imagine...thousands of people...doing this in unison. Huh?”

He then sent you a proud smile that made your heart flutter, waiting for your response.

You smiled back, “What’s the lyric?”

Madison Square Garden

Buddy, you’re a boy

Make a big noise

Playing in the street

Gonna be a big man some day

You got mud on your face

You big disgrace

Kickin’ your can all over the place

Singin’

We will, we will rock you

We will, we will rock you

The stamps, claps, and voices of the enormous crowd of New York City pounded in your ears, almost acting like your heartbeat. 

Buddy, you’re a young man, hard man

Shouting in the street

Gonna take on the world some day

You got blood on your face

You big disgrace

Wavin’ your banner all over the place

We will, we will rock you

We will, we will rock you

Roger banged on his drums to the beat, mouthing along to the lyrics.

Buddy, you’re an old man, poor man

Pleading with your eyes

Gonna get you some peace some day

You’ve got mud on your face

You big disgrace

Somebody better put you

Back into your place

Brian clapped to the beat, his mouth parted at the sight of the participating crowd and then to you. John also decided to throw on his own moves to the beat.

We will, we will rock you

We will, we will rock you

Brian’s guitar slowly sounded until the chorus ended, performing his heart out with his solo, you dancing along beside him before prancing around all over the stage, cheers of your name ringing in your ears.

When the song finally ended, Brian looked over to you with a huge smile, sending you a small nod, whilst the whole arena erupted in cheers and shouts.

“All right! I feel like taking a bite out of the Big Apple!” You said into the microphone.

“Who wants to take a bite out of me?” You smirked, your other mates chuckling at your words.

You then stood on the side of the stage, closer to the audience, “All right, play with me now.”

“Ay-oh!”

Ay-oh!

“Ay-oh!”

Ay-oh!

Unaware of a crucial discussion going on, you entered the after-party venue clad in a silk robe, until you heard a voice you missed so much call your name, “(Y/N)!” Matthew.

“Oh, there you are!” You grinned before giving Matthew the biggest hug, even jumping on him, your legs wrapped around his waist.

He grunted then let out a laugh, before putting you down on your feet.

“You were brilliant!” Matthew said.

“Ah, that’s only because I knew you were watching.”

“We have so much to catch up on,” You said, before a blonde woman came up to you both with some drinks. You assumed she was a server, “Oh, thank you-”

“This is my girlfriend, Daisy,” Matthew smiled, putting his hand on her lower back.

Your smile immediately fell before Matthew said, “Daisy, love, this is (Y/N).”

You couldn’t help but feel a slight pang in your chest, until Daisy sent you a sweet smile, “Magnificent show.”

“Thank you,” You forced a smile, Matthew noticing, before offering your hand to hers to shake, “It’s so kind of you, I appreciate it. Thank you so much.”

Matthew’s eyes then landed on your ring finger, which still held the ring he gave you. He felt a tug on his heart, his smile almost faltering.

Paul then noticed a tension between you and the couple, quickly walking over to you, “(Y/N), there are some people here for you to see. You’d promise you’d say hello.”

“Oh, did I?” You said, Matthew quickly noticing the slight bitterness in your voice.

Paul nodded, “Mm-hmm.”

“We should go, will I see you soon?” Matthew’s hand grabbed yours, and didn’t even notice his own finger brush against the ring. He always did that. You know, when you were still together.

You let out a forced chuckle, “Yes, of course. Of course,” before placing a quick kiss on Matthew’s cheek. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Daisy.”

“And you. And well done again,” She smiled.

“And you.”

Then they started to walk away, “Bye,” Matthew said softly, his hand on his new love’s waist.

“Thank you for coming such a long way.” 

When they were finally out of sight, your smile fell. Your hands fumbled together, fingers brushing against the ring, pulling it up momentarily but then pushing it back down.

“Then you’ve got the MTV interview...and the plane to Houston for the special. Back here on Friday.”

You looked out the car window, a glass of scotch in one hand, not even paying attention to Reid going through your tiring schedule.

Until Paul handed you a small pill, Reid stopping his read momentarily to watch you take it in before taking a gulp of the scotch. Just a little something to ease the pain.

“Listen to me now,” Reid started, “Do you know who sold four percent of all the records purchased last year? Worldwide?”

“Michael Jackson. Not the Jackson 5. Michael Jackson.”

“And I think you could do even better. In fact, I’ve had an offer from CBS Records. It’s a lot of money for you, (Y/N), and I think you should consider it.”

Your head slowly turned to face Reid, “Are you asking me to break up the band?”

“I’m just pointing out what awaits you if you go solo. An end to your frustrations.”

“My frustrations?” You questioned.

He then turned to Paul, “Paul?”

Paul then started shaking his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, John.”

Reid then sent him a look of disbelief and anger at the same time, “Perhaps I misunderstood.”

You immediately pressed the button for the driver, “Yes, ma’am?”

“Pull over. Stop the car, pull over.”

Reid shook his head in disbelief until he felt the car stop and heard the tires screech.

“Get out. Out now!” You demanded Reid.

“What the hell?” Reid sighed heavily, shaking his head.

“Get out of this car. You’re fired.”

“What are you talking about ‘fired’?”

“I said get out.”

“(Y/N), you are high!”

“I said get out!” You snapped, “Out! Out or I’ll kill you!” You gritted your teeth, “Get out, you treacherous piss flap.”

“You’re not thinking clearly-” “Get out!” You screamed before opening his door and forcing him out.

“You’re firing the wrong snake, (Y/N),” He looked over to Paul, “You’ll regret it.”

“GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE!” You exploded, before slamming the door shut, leaving the fired manager out on the street, “Drive!”

You then finished the whole glass before Paul let out a huge sigh, you looking over to him, “Did you know anything about this?”

Paul shook his head innocently, “I warned him against it. Pure greed.”

“Tried to break up my family.”

“We can manage the band. We don’t need him.” 

“I’m gonna take care of you now, (Y/N). If you’ll let me.”

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No Borders - Chapter 3

word count: 5038

SUMMARY:

“It’s just us 5 right?”

“Forever.”

“No men allowed… ever. Let’s promise to eachother that we will never let any man come in between us!”

“Never!”

Naive promises told at a young age, just between 5 best friends. They promised their world to eachother, “best friends ‘till death breaks us apart”. 10 Years passed. The same 5 girls, but no longer blinded by those “stupid promises”. It will be broken. The promise of a lifetime. The lust of love is what makes us all see unclear. We lose our friends, or soulmates, we fall for the unknown, we fall for lies and for the feeling of being important to someone who will drag us far away from who truly matters.

“Forget about the world… forget about them… right now, it’s only me and you. They don’t need to know that I love you.”

CATEGORY: F/F; F/M

Fandom: RED VELVET (Band), NCT (Band)

Relationships: Park Sooyoung / Kim Yerim; Bae Joohyun / Kang Seulgi; Son Seungwan / Nakamoto Yuta

Characters: Park Sooyoung; Kim Yerim, Bae Joohyun, Kang Seulgi, Son Seungwan, Seo Youngho, Jung Jaehyun, Nakamoto Yuta, Dong Si Cheng, Wong Yuk Hei, Lee Taeyong, Chung Ha

Additional Tags: friendship,angst, mistrust, lies, cheating, lesbian interactions, smut, fluff, fashion, models, rich life, etc

RATED: SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST.

CHAPTER 3

Loud music, the strong smell of alcohol that is present all around you no matter if you’re near the bar or outside the club. It is everywhere. People screaming, dancing, jamming to the hype beats and under the flickering multicoloured lights that make the whole atmosphere an euphoric dream of possibilities and lust. This is what club is from the perspective of our girls: a place to lose yourself, a place where you forget about all your problems and you let lose on the dance floor with a glass of the strongest whiskey in your hand.

No sooner did the girls arrive at the club, that all the noisy groups of males start staring at them, winking and making obscene movements towards them. They ignore.

Wendy throws herself on a sofa.

“Maybe this was a bad idea, after this tiring day. This loud music and the noisy crowd make me dizzy.” She sighs.

“Oh com on! Where is your spirit? We came here to celebrate our Sooyoungie! Right?” exclaims Yeri as she grabs Sooyoung around her waist.

“Yes, Wendy, please be happy for me.” Says Sooyoung.

“You know I am. That wasn’t the point-“

“Doesn’t matter” adds Irene, “Lets all treat our girl with a fine drink!” continues while rising her hand in the air and running to the bar.

“Alright, what would you like?” says Yeri while she turns to ask Sooyoung.

“Crème Whiskey please.” She smiles at the younger one and takes a seat next to Wendy who was already on her phone.

“Sooo…” says Sooyoung in order to catch Wendy’s attention. “What did you think of my presentation?”

“It was great. You looked fine.” Says Wendy unbothered. Sooyoung didn’t believe her. She knew.

“I saw the way you were looking at him.”

Wendy swears she widened her eyes so obvious.

“Wait what?” she exclaims.

“Yuta. The handsome photographer. He was clearly interested in you aswell, I could tell that.” Says Sooyoung confidently while putting a hand around Wendy’s shoulders.

“What are you talking about…” Wendy is now flustered. “It aint like that.”

“Com on. You got nothing to worry about. Your secret is safe with me.” Sooyoung smirks.

“No its not. Yerim is the closest to you and you guys tell eachother everything.”

“Yerim is not interested in him. That’s for sure.”

“And she s interested in you?”

Sooyoung forgot her words.

“What??”

The girls arrive with the drinks so Wendy and Sooyoung leave the conversation hanging, Sooyoung’s cheeks burning. She wanted to forget what Wendy said so she grabs the Whiskey glass and pours it all down her throat.

“Easy there cowgirl!” exclaims Yeri. “You have in mind to get hella drunk tonight, don’t you?”

“Of course. Its my celebration tonight. I can do whatever I want!” says Sooyoung confidently while raising her glass in the air. “Cheers?”

“CHEERS!”

 The night went on smoother than they expected. They all drank more than 3 glasses per person. All the girls were now getting hotter on the dance-floor as they have been dancing unstoppable for hours, most of them being half-drunk, even pairing up with strangers for some parts of the dances. Except Seulgi. She was standing alone on the sofa, scrolling through her Instagram. She didn’t want to stay on the phone but since all her friends were getting “lit”, she had no other choice but to look like a loner. She didn’t feel like drinking more than a glass of fine wine. She hated the feeling of being drunk, of having no knowledge of her actions.

From time to time, Wendy came at the table to keep her company, but she soon left because she obviously got drunk and had to, like the others, be part of the “dancing squad”, as Seulgi called them.

She put her phone down. She was sick of seeing and liking the same old pics over and over again. She starts looking at the messy crowd. People grinding on eachother everywhere and summarily dressed chicks hitting on guys.

 She spotted her friends, dancing not too far from the table where she was sitting. She saw Irene, bending her gracious body to the obscene music, playing with her hair which stood sleek the whole time, moving her hands on her body like she was pleasing herself right there.

At some point, Irene caught Seulgi staring at her. Seulgi was now flustered and rapidly moved her eyes somewhere else. Irene smirked and the next move made Seulgi’s stomach ache. Irene grabbed Wendy closer to her and she kissed her neck as Wendy seemed to not acknowledge what was going on of how drunk she was.

Seulgi knew what Irene was doing. She knew Irene was doing this out of pure evil. She knew Irene wanted to make her jealous. But she wont let her win. Not this time. Tonight, Seulgi will ‘take care’ of Irene, she will make her plead.

Soon after this, Seulgi got up, wanting to leave for the toilet, when a random strange teenage guy came in front of her. He was stinking of alcohol and he was terribly close to her. Seulgi didn’t exactly know what to do.

“Um.. can I help you?”

“I just saw you and I thought you are BOMB and you seem single and alone and-“

“She is not interested.”

Irene suddenly appeared behind the guy and her words seemed deadly. He turned around and whistled Irene. For this, of course the guy regreted as in the following second he left out a small cry as Irene slapped him.

“Lets go.” Said Irene to Seulgi and grabbed her hand roughly, taking her to the toilets area.

---

Sooyoung noticed that Irene left with Seulgi and she decided to take a break aswell from dancing. She leans on the counch and takes a tissue to wipe off the sweat from her forehead and collarbones.

“Let me help you.” Says Yeri who was standing in front of her.

Sooyoung was silent. She didn’t know what she exactly intended to do but she handed the tissue to Yeri who took a seat next to her.

Yeri was gently rubbing the tissue on Sooyoung’s face while looking into her eyes. Sooyoung would swear she will get lost if Yerim continued to look like that at her. She moved her hand from Sooyoung’s face to down her neck, tracing circles on it with the already wet tissue. As a reflex, Sooyoung put her head back, revealing her full, naked neck to Yeri. Yeri gulped. She felt an urge to touch her, to touch her neck, to kiss the sweat away from it… to lick it. However, she hesitated and continued to go lower, arriving at Sooyoung’s collarbones where the low-cut of her dress was revealing her chest so beautifully and gracefully. Yeri’s mouth was watering at the sight. Unintentionally, she put her hand on Sooyoung’s leg and started to rub her thigh. Sooyoung looked with big eyes at her, none of them saying a word.

“Yeri!!” she heard a loud scream behind the couch where they were sitting.

Yeri was petrified at the thought that someone that knew her saw her and her alleged “bestie” like that. Instead of showing the fear in her eyes, she adjusted her voice, arranged her dress and got up only to face no other than… Yuta. And his 2 CEO colleagues, Sicheng and Doyoung.

“Yutaa!” she exclaims somehow fakely and hugs the man who looked none or less like a K-Pop star.

His hair was styled on the forehead, you could swear he cant see anything through it, wearing a black, see-through sequined shirt that in the brighter lights of the club left a vague sight to his chest.

His friends were just as majestic. The very intimidating Sicheng looked, to Sooyoung’s surprise, still intimidating even without his suit on. He was definitely the type of man who needed no one to assure him self-confidence, as he seemed to be fuming with that. His aura was that of a strong man who just went out with his mates for a drink and not to use every girl in the club like a toy. He was a very charming and mysterious presence.

As for Doyoung, Sooyoung gasped at the sight of him. He had the same warm feel to him as he smiled softly to her. He was wearing a black shirt that showed his godly-shaped body. Sooyoung didn’t know who to look at right now: Doyoung or Yerim.

The three boys were invited by Yeri to seat next to them and have a drink. They all ordered some shots. As they were dunking them all on their throats, Wendy had no idea what she was about to see, or most exactly… who she is about to see sitting at their table.

The song she was dancing on finished and she was not rushing to the sofa to clean all her sweat but she stops walking at the sight of no other but Yuta. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She was drunk but still rembered him. How could she ever forget him. Even dead she would still have him in mind. She hesitated to approach the table but right when she wanted to turn around to leave, she noticed he was looking at her. She didn’t know if she was dreaming or having hallucinations, but she could clearly see him looking at her. Its true, he could’ve looked at anyone else in the messy crowd, but she somehow felt pierced by his eyes. He smiled. He smiled to her. Or… was it a smirk?

She decides to stop being a coward. As Sooyoung said aswell, Yerim cant be interested in him, he is not her type. So she went for it. She went at the table.

“Wendyy! There you are!” says Sooyoung somehow sarcastically, knowing that Wendy was trying to avoid Yuta.

“Yes. Hi guys, how unexpected to see three busy CEOs at 3am in such an ordinary club.” Says Wendy, looking straight at Yuta.

“Well, just because we re rich and gorgeous this doesn’t mean we cant go party with the ‘ordinary’ people.” Says Sicheng unbothered while dunking a shot.

“Yeah, that is true I suppose.” Says Wendy while debating where she should sit.

She will do it. She will sit next to him.

And with this, she was centimeters away from him, sitting on the sofa. They started a casual talk, nothing out of the ordinary, separated from the rest of the group who seemed to debate some boring stuff about models.

As they were talking, they were both analyzing eachother’s faces, bodies, like they were consuming eachother with their eyes.

---

Irene dragged Seulgi to the toilet area that was basically an empty hallway with a red light in the corner which was the only sign of lightning on that hallway. The music was now heard more unclear and the whole place was so euphoric and… intimate.

Irene pushed Seulgi against one of the walls of the hallway.

“W-what are you doing?” stutters Seulgi being shocked by the sudden movement of her Unnie.

Irene leaves out a breathy whisper that sends shivers down Seulgi’s spine and makes her gulp dry “Who told you you can look like that at me?”.

Seulgi pretends like she didn’t understand Irene’s question “What are you talking about?” .

“On the dance floor, I saw you, eye-fucking me, did you like what you were seeing?” says Irene while glueing her hot body to the cold body of Seulgi, heat filling the air as the two connected.

“I-I wasn’t. I was simply looking.”

“At me. You got all eyes on me, sweetie. All the time. Isnt that so?”

Seulgi swears she is now red, and it is not from the lightning.

Irene is now sliding her hand on Seulgi’s smooth leg. She reached the end of her dress and Seulgi leaves out a small breathy moan.

“What? What was that? Baby, I haven’t even started and you’re already moaning for me?” smirks Irene as she teases the end of Seulgi’s dress by rising it up and down slowly.

She starts scratching Seulgi’s leg with her sharp nails. With the other hand, Irene smoothly grabs Seulgi’s neck and looks at it like a panther looks at a helpless deer.

“I-Irene.”

“Yes.”

Irene kisses Seulgi’s neck.

Seulgi could feel that Irene was stinking of alcohol and she is afraid that the only reason why this is happening right now is because she is drunk. Or is it in fact because Irene always wanted to do this to her? She is scared to find neither of the truth.

“What is it, Seulgi? What is it that you want me to do?”

“I w-want this to be forreal Irene. Tell me you really feel what you’re doing right now. I don’t want this to be only pure lust and in the morning you will wake up seeing me as a toy. I-I don’t want that. Don’t use me.” Says Seulgi who is now no longer filled with passion and lust, but she is sad and a tear is not falling on her cheek.

Irene’s eyes change. She softens the grip on her neck and removes her hands from Seulgi’s body. She looks her in the eyes as she wipes her tear off.

“Im sorry Seulgi. I will never do this again. Gosh… I feel horrible” and she covers her mouth and she runs away from Seulgi.

For whatever reason, Seulgi didn’t feel like chasing after Irene. She didn’t know what to understand from Irene’s reaction. She didn’t know if Irene just used her under the tension of the moment or if drunk Irene had the guts to make some moves she always felt like doing, but never had the courage. She was demolished.

Irene is now leaning against the cold exterior wall of the club. It was terribly cold outside and her outfit and the sweat didn’t do her any justice. She decides to call a taxi and call it quits for the night. She just wanted to hide herself. For the first time she opened up to Seulgi, she did what she desired for years, and she hurt her. The thought that she could’ve hurt Seulgi made Irene’s heart hurt. She enters the taxi and leans her head against the backseat window.

Memories of her and Seulgi now run through her head. She thinks of her a lot. She always find herself daydreaming about her lovely friend while at work. She imagines how would life be if she was open… If she could only open herself to Seulgi.

Irene must be the closest and most private out of all five. She is terrified of the thought of losing any of them. Of losing Seulgi. That is why she promised herself she will never make any wrong move. Until tonight. She swears she fucked up. She must be drunk but she knows what she has done. She is crazy. She cant cry no matter how big the urge is. She just stares blankly at the taxi driver who is not waiting for his tip. She hands it to him and gets out of the dusty-smelling car.

She enters her house and the moment she locks the door, that is the moment she falls to her knees. She is afraid to look again at Seulgi. ‘What if she thinks im a monster?’, ‘What kind of friend am I?’. She rushes to the shower. She is so eager to erase the smell of Seulgi impregnated on her skin. She wants to forget her. But she could never. Seulgi will always be a part of her life. She will always be her life.

---

Seulgi comes back from the toilet only to find Yeri and Sooyoung happily chatting with two unknown men.

“Seulgi!” screams Sooyoung excitedly. “These are my two new ‘bosses’. Sicheng and Doyoung!”

Seulgi seems unphased. She just smiles. She sits next to Yerim and stares blankly at the glasses on the table. She had nothing in her mind. She was emotionless. She just wanted to know the truth. She had to know Irene, the friend that was once so close to her.

They used to tell eachother everything. This was obviously long time ago, in high school. Since they grew up, got jobs and moved into their own homes, she feels like Irene got colder and colder towards her. She wanted to know this Irene, the present one, because she felt like it a was a complete stranger.

“Where is Wendy?” suddenly asks Seulgi.

“She left to have some fresh air.” Answers Yeri nonchalantly.

Seulgi leans her head on Yeri’s shoulder and closes her eyes.

---

They were standing in pure silence, none of them daring to say anything. Honestly, Yuta has no idea why he followed the insanely beautiful and mysterious girl, but he knew he had to stick to her. He knew he had to get to know her.

Wendy was standing next to him, on a cold, half-destroyed bench at the entrance of the club, being starled by some occasional party people exiting the club.

“For how long have you been friends with Yerim?”

“Years.” She doesn’t bother to look at him. She knows she will lose control if she does so. “Since Kindergarten most exactly.”

“And how old are you now…?” he asks hestitatingly.

“25.”

“Me too.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“That’s nice.” She leaves a small breath in sign of relief. “Why did you come here tonight? Hunting for chicks?”

“As you could see, not really. I am not the heavy-drinker type and neither the womanizer type.” He adds, quite insulted by Wendy’s question.

“Im sorry. Im just used to men being men.”

“You must’ve been through some tough relationships then.”

“Yeah, you can say so” she sighs at the thought that he is so right. None of her ex-relationships ended good. “They are all the same.”

“Is that so…” he says quite disappointed.

“Yeah.” She sighs again.

There is a moment of silence and then he says “Well, I am not like them. I don’t hurt girls.”

“This is what they all say”

“You will believe me… one day.” He makes a pause. “If you give me a chance.”

Wendy heard these words throughout her life so many times… This is what every guy told her. ‘I will show you, just give me a chance’ ‘You will believe me one day’, but somehow, she believes Yuta, she wants to see him try. She believes a stranger that came into her life so unexpectedly and who she dreamed at day and night since they met. And now he standing inches away from her and telling her all of these things. Wendy had to pinch her arm to make sure this isn’t an obscure dream.

Yuta was silent. He was probably waiting for an answer from her, but she was blocked. She was thinking of all the heartbreaks she’s been through. She is afraid to open her heart to anyone but yet she opened to easily to this man. Is she being reckless? Is she being rushed? She doesn’t even know him that well. Should she answer something? Should she break the ice?

“I understand…” he suddenly wakes Wendy from her thoughts.

“W-what?” she stutters.

“You want to be alone. You don’t like my presence. I get it. Have a good night, what is left of it.”

Her heart died. It was on flames a few seconds ago, now its only ashes. ‘DON’T BE RECKLESS WENDY! Don’t lose him!’

“Wait. You got my silence wrong.”

He stopped. “Huh?”

“I… I would like to give you a chance.. y-you know…” she says shyly and very unsure while scratching the back of her neck.

“Y-you would?” he widens his eyes.

“Yes. You seem like a very kind man… person. Why not.” She smiles.

He smiles too and she feels that they are the only persons on this planet. She feels like she s floating. He is smiling at her, she is smiling at him, and there is not that kind of awkward encounter, it feels familiar, it feels warm and private. She trusts him.

“Wanna go out… tomorrow perhaps?”

Wendy is shaken at these words. She didn’t expect this to come so soon.

“Y-yes! I have work tomorrow though. What about we leave it for the night, around 8pm?”

“That’s just perfect for me, I also got work and my boss, Sicheng, is ruthless.” And she breaks the ice with a small laugh which made Wendy’s blood run faster.  

“Perfect.”

“Yeah.”

This was awkward, but they don’t mind.

“Who is taking you home?”

“Seulgi is driving. She didn’t drink.”

“Oh, I see. Well then, I should go. The sun is starting to come out and I should be at work in like 5 hours.”

“Yeah. Me too. Well then… um.”

“See you tomorrow?”

“Pick me up? I can text you my address?”

“Make sure of it.”

He leaves with these words. He does a slight turn before hoping in the car to wink at her.

She doesn’t know how to react so she just smiles and waves to him.

She likes him so much. So so much.

---

Eventually, they all ended up home. Seulgi drove Yerim and Sooyoung to Sooyoung’s place and Wendy to her home.

It is 1pm and Wendy, Seulgi and Irene are at their jobs. As for Yerim and Sooyoung, they couldn’t care less. They are still sleeping after the white-night they spent at the club.

The sun peeks through the blinds and it falls on Sooyoung’s face. She wakes up facing Yerim who was sleeping so peacefully, she could swear she is an angel who just fell on earth and is resting it’s wings. She cant help but look at her. At her soft skin, at her parted lips as she sleeps unconsciously, at her messy hair tied in a bun. Yeri was dressed in Sooyoung’s nigh-gown and she looked better than a princess from the stories Sooyoung’s mother used to tell her. She wanted to have this view forever.

Suddenly, she reminds of what happened last night before the boys came. The way Yeri was looking at her, her touch on her skin still makes Sooyoung shiver. She wanted Yeri to do more. She wasn’t dreaming, she wasn’t drunk enough. She is sure of what she wanted and she wanted Yeri.

She sees Yerim suddenly yawning and rubbing her eyes. Sooyoung moves her stare away and rapidly takes her phone, pretending she was on it this whole time.

“Good morning!” says the small fairy as she stretches herself and yawns incontrolably. Sooyoung’s heart is fluttering just at these small actions of Yerim.

“Morning. How did you sleep?”

“Tranquilized. The moment I got in bed, that was the moment I forgot about myself.”

Sooyoung laughs.

Yeri suddenly crawls next to Sooyoung and she doesn’t know how to react at the younger one’s sudden move. Yeri puts her head on Sooyoung’s chest and hugs her.

“Your heart is beating faster than usual.” She mentions.

“It’s a heart Yerim… of course its beating…”

“But its fast.”

“Forget it…” Sooyoung tries to brush it off and she tries to ignore Yeri’s intimate contact to her by standing on her phone.

“Sooyoungie.”

“Yes.”

“Pay attention to me. You neglected me last night.”

Sooyoung doesn’t know how to answer.

“I know you were looking at him, at Doyoung. Your eyes were no longer on me… It was like I wasn’t there anymore and it was just you and him, chatting so lively and looking at eachother… like that.”

Sooyoung knew Yeri will notice that, but she never intended to hurt her. She was just being polite and enjoyed the company of the man who, she will never forget, saved her life.

“Its not like that. So what? You went out with Yuta too.” Says Sooyoung cocky.

“Its not about me here. You know I go out with many people but I don’t care after the first date anymore.” Argues Yeri.

“Whatever. What was I supposed to do? Ignore him? He helped me not only once, but twice. With the job aswell, he s a good person, Yerim.”

“Oh, I know, I am not doubting that. It’s just that-“

“You’re jealous.”

“NO!” Yeri protests.

“Mhm. Then what is it?” says Sooyoung with an attitude as she raises up, removing Yeri from her chest. Yeri looks hurt at her.

“It’s… nothing.”

“That’s what I thought so too” and with this, Sooyoung enters in the bathroom.

Yeri crawls out of the bed and goes in front of the big mirror from Sooyoung’s wardrobe. She arranges her messy hair and breaths in and out. She will do this, she will tell Sooyoung how she feels.

She slowly presses the doorknob of the bathroom door. She finds Sooyoung crying in front of the bathroom mirror. Yeri’s heart drops and breaks into million pieces seeing Sooyoung like this. ‘Why is she crying?’ ‘Is it because of me?’.

“Sooyoung…” she backhugs her, resting her head on the Unnie’s back.

“Let me go.”

“No… Sooyoungie, whats wrong…?”

“Nothing, everything is alright. Even more than this-“ she stops to wipe her tears off the face with her pajama sleeve “I think you should find someone Yeri, and I think I will give a chance to Doyoung.”.

Yeri feels how tears are forming in her eyes as she hears these harsh words. Sooyoung seems so emotionless while saying all of this, like she truly means it, like she is throwing this sharp arrows to her only for hurt her.

“W-what..?” says Yeri unsure and trying to hold back her tears, while she lets go of Sooyoung’s back.

“What you just heard.”

“Sooyoung, why are you being so harsh with me. You’re hurting me…”

“Because, Yeri, this is what I want. Can you accept this?” Sooyoung tries to stay strong but she feels like she will only start crying harder as she spells Yeri’s name.

Sooyoung has liked Yeri for a long time. She stopped questioning this when she saw Yeri started dating men. She is a young girl, of 21st years old and Sooyoung cant be so selfish to stop Yeri from living her life, from getting what any woman should get… a man. She would be so self-centered to ask Yeri to be hers. She will forget all her feelings. She will make Yeri forget hers too. This is the only way. Sooyoung needs to find happiness in someone else’s arms, even if she will always have in mind Yeri’s soft touch… the only touch that calms her.

“Alright. I understand.” Says Yeri, visibly hurt and tears falling on her red cheeks.

Sooyoung hates herself for making her cry. She just wants to punch herself, she wants to burry herself so that she doesn’t have to see Yeri cry.

Yerim gets out of the bathroom and starts dressing up in her clothes, her party clothes.

“Don’t you want to borrow some comfy clothes from me…?” asks Sooyoung on a small tone.

Yeri gives a cold “No, thank you.” As she leaves for the entrance door. Sooyoung follows her and unlocks the door for her.

Yeri takes a one last look at Sooyoung, looking at her like she is about to never see her again. Sooyoung’s heart feels pierced by that look.

Yerim leaves. And with this, Sooyoung closes the door and falls on the couch, letting all her emotions take over her.

---

It has been an extremely tiring day for Seulgi. A photoshoot, an editing session, a meeting with the CEO and all the models, three posts on Instagram, having to reply to emails and comments and so on. She just wants to go home and go under the shower, forget about the world and enjoy the warm feeling of hot water on her skin.

She is now in the elevator of her block of flats, head leaning on the window and looking at her big dark eye bags. ‘What have you become, Seulgi?’ she whispers to her own reflection.

The doors open at her floor. Suddenly, next to her reflection, she can see someone else, santing on the hallway, in front of her door, looking at her. She freezes and she sees Irene turning around to face Seulgi. She steps out of the elevator and slowly approaches the Unnie, not knowing what was this sudden visit for. The way to her apartment door never felt so long and tiring, as she felt her legs get more weak as she gets closer to Irene.

Suddenly, Irene starts to walk towards Seulgi aswell, which made her freeze in her way.

In just a matter of seconds, Irene grabs Seulgi by the arms and pins her to the wall, leaving no second for Seulgi to react as she places a violent kiss on her lips. Seulgi’s eyes are opened. She has no idea how to react. She cant move a bone. She cant say a word as Irene’s mouth works on top of hers.

Irene stops.

“You’re not kissing me back.” She says roughly, but visibly affected.

Seulgi was still in shock. Now she had Irene’s red lips all over hers and she looked so funny, but Irene was dead-serious. Seulgi snaps into her senses and finally starts blinking and breathing again.

“You… I thought you wanted me!! I thought that what you said last night meant that you want a confirmation! You played with my feelings, Seulgi!”

Irene’s cry fills Seulgi’s ears. Is Seulgi seeing things… or is Irene… crying. She is crying. She cant remember well the last time Seulgi saw Irene crying. It was probably in kindergarten. Seulgi feels lost. She is lost, weak and emotional. She has no idea how to react.

“N-no! Irene!” she finally comes to her senses.

“What I meant last night… I meant that… You never open yourself to me, ok??!! I want to know what you truly feel about me! You always smirk, smile, look at me, touch me and do things to me that you shouldn’t be doing! I wanna know if Im being used or not. I want you to tell me how you feel about-“

“I love you.”

[moonlightheretic]

Halamshiral- Cole’s predicament

Cole watched Alcmene and the rust haired man converse. He stood where they couldn't see him and unfortunately that meant he also couldn't actually hear what was being discussed. There was this feeling he never felt before, it slithered up from his belly to his heart, latching on and squeezing. He didn't like it. Not one bit. He would have to ask Solas about it later. It came about when he saw the way Rust Hair looked at Alcmene. He really didn't like that. His hands were curled into fists and he wanted to do something...anything, but he was too afraid. To be noticed by so many people in the parlor was frightening. The knot in his chest was suffocating, it was bumpy, gnarled with agitation and red with rage. It had thorns that jabbed and stung. He wanted it gone, but he couldn't look away. He could sense that Alcmene didn't particularly like this individual. Her body language revealed it all. Perhaps it was because the man looked like he was going to eat her. No one wants to be eaten. Yes, that made sense. Cole tried to reason with himself. He recognized a kernel of something inside that man, something he didn't know a name for, but he had it too, and he had whatever it was for Alcmene. She was a sight to behold after all. But she didn't look very tasty. Cole shuddered at the thought of cooked flesh. He had never seen so much of her skin before. Honestly, he was beginning to think her armor was permanently attached somehow. She was a welcomed sight, however. He liked the way she looked. The dress was so intricate and ornate, stately and impressive. Cole thought it suited her well. Judging by the way she stood though, it didn't look comfortable. The thought did come to him out of nowhere, what she might look like without the dress. Without anything really. Realizing what he just thought made him blush madly. He was glad to be hidden. It also made the feeling in his chest worsen as he continued his eavesdropping. He jumped when a hand slapped his back and a booming voice slurred his name, "Cole!" Dorian announced with a golden goblet in his hand. Cole looked around frantically for anyone who might notice him. Dorian leaned over the grand staircase out of the shadows and saw what Cole had been looking at. "Oh? What's this? Admiring our Grand Inquisitor from afar?" Dorian was too relaxed and cheerful at this place. Cole didn't understand it. "I... was-"

"No need to explain!" Dorian had a sly smile, suspicious and calculating, he was also on the verge of laughter or falling over. Cole wasn't sure which would come first. Dorian took another long swig from his wine. Cole wished he would leave before he figured anything more out. But, what was there to figure out? Why did Dorian make him nervous in this situation? "She is quite lovely tonight, isn't she?" It was a loaded question. One he already knew the answer to, so Cole ignored him. "But whom is that lad she is speaking to? He's not bad looking either..." Dorian observed, swaying on his feet slightly. Cole hadn't even considered his looks and a new fear clenched at his heart. He felt a bead of sweat saunter down his neck. "I wonder if he is a former lover...they look rather familiar with one another don't they?" It was like a knife. 'Former lover' echoed in his mind, ricocheted in his ears. "No...He looks like he might eat her. No one likes that." He corrected weakly. "Eat. Her?" Dorian almost doubled over from trying to restrain his giggles. "Oh! I bet he wants to consume her alright!" Cole was getting annoyed. "It's not a good thing. Has anyone tried to eat you before? It's not pleasant. It's terrifying! Besides everyone knows humans aren't tasty." That's when Dorian lost it. Wine spilled to the marble floor as he slapped Cole on back continually and Cole bent forward from the force. "Sweet Maker! Cole! You're jealous!" Cole froze. Jealous? Jealousy? What was that? He had heard the term. It was used as an accusation but never directed at him. He never pursued what it might mean. His knee-jerk reaction was, "No! I'm not!" But Dorian didn't believe him, clearly. When Alcmene stormed away from rust hair he made an audible sound of relief, further proving, unfortunately, Dorian's assessment of his current predicament. Rust hair watched her saunter off with a fixed grin on his face, drinking in the sight of her. "Yes, there is most definitely a story there. I must pester her about it later. Oh, it will be great fun!"

"Story? What kind of story?"

Dorian sent him a dumbfounded look, "A love story, obviously."

Cole's face fell and he glared at the floor, fed up with his own foolishness. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear such a story. "You know....she will probably kill you if you ask."

Dorian feigned offense, "ME? The lovable, well-dressed Dorian! Perish the thought, dear boy! I am untouchable!"

Cole remained doubtful.

"It's you who should fret," Dorian remarked mischievously.

"Why should I?"

"You aren't the only man in the world. Did you really think you were free from competition?"

"...what am I competing for?"

"Oh, sweet maker Cole!" Dorian drowned the rest of his wine. Cole didn't understand his frustration. "You think other men are really blind to her beauty?"

"I ...um." Cole began to blush again, flustered as he caught on to what Dorian was saying. Finally. "She is alluring, her moon-like skin, hair the shade of stars, she is exotic! Fresh, amongst these tired-faced women of Orlais!"

Dorian placed his empty goblet on the nearby windowsill. "Even those scars do her credit! She appears mythical, almost inhuman." Dorian ranted, becoming more animated with each word. "But...they don't see what's inside." Cole challenged. "They don't have to! Her looks are enough for most men." Dorian turned sullen without the wine. "Even so, I am still the most attractive breathing entity in these parts." He crossed his arms, nodding, agreeing with himself, nostrils flaring confidently. Cole ignored his last comment. "Her pain is tremendous, she is wounded like me, it pulls me to her and I can't let go. Her secrets, haunted dreams, memories, labored breaths when she sleeps, I cannot turn away. It is not her beauty that keeps me grounded...she is the earth and I am a tree..."

"That's all very nice and dandy, Cole--but does SHE know that?"

"I...I don't believe so." He answered unwillingly.

Dorian rolled his eyes, "that's your main problem! You need to woo her!"

"Woo..?" Cole formed the word with his lips but understanding further evaded him.

"Yes, woo."

"Woo..." He mumbled, fascinated with this new word.

Dorian watched him skeptically, "You don't actually know what that means do you?"

"No."

Dorian withheld the urge to scream in his drunken state. 'Remember where you are, Dorian' he chided to himself. "Cole..." He grumbled, rubbing his face out of exasperation. "What is wooing? Is it painful?"

"Sweet Andraste! No! Cole, you have to charm her into liking you."

"Charm? Like a spell?"

"No--well," Dorian placed his index finger on his lips as he thought about it. “It is the same idea, however in most cases magic is not involved."

"Oh." Cole almost looked disappointed.

"Did you think that 'I' being a mage and all would help you cheat by casting a love spell? Are you serious?"

"That would be cheating?"

"Yes! Yes, it would! That isn't an honest way to win someone's hand. As much as the idea of you two tickles me, I won't aid in any sort of shortcut for you, understand?"

Cole fell silent, considering his options.

Dorian, being in the mood for chitchat, decided to blubber out more advice. "It seems that I the great Dorian will have to educate you, dear boy."

Cole's eyes narrowed, "I'm not sure if I want-"

"No need to thank me! I'm in a charitable mood, consider yourself truly lucky."

"Uhmm." Cole felt like he might regret this.

"Have you ever seen a peacock try and attract a mate?"

"What's a peacock?"

"Never mind! Ok, next example...birds...yes, birds! You hear the males sing a pretty tune, right?"

Cole nodded.

"They sing to attract a female or build a flashy nest for them to live in. The best nest and the catchiest tune brings in the girls, you see."

"So...I need to sing or build a house?" Cole reasoned.

"No, not literally. Basically, you need to present your best attributes forward and prove your dependency and usefulness. Make sure she sees it of course, but without being too obvious!"

"Usefulness..." Cole repeated.

"Gifts! Yes, gifts also help!"

"Like-?"

"Flowers, jewelry, and confectioneries... however our dear leader would probably prefer weapons of mass destruction."

Cole thought back to the silvery dangles she had in her hair. How mesmerized she was just by looking at it. She had looked almost childlike in that moment as if she had never seen battle and only known good things in her life. It was a precious morsel of time Cole wished he could capture in a net and keep with him forever. He wanted to put it in a pocket so he could take it out and look at it whenever he pleased. However, it would have to stay a memory, unless he could evoke such a reaction again.

"Perhaps...there is something. I think I might know of something to buy?"

Dorian's brows rose in surprise, "Are you serious?"

"Yes, before we leave Orlais, could you come with me?"

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm all that good at picking out swords, Cole. I mean I guess we just need to pick out something rather sharp and lethal."

"No. Silvery dangles...that you can wear."

"You mean jewelry. That, I can certainly help with."

An opulently dressed couple passed by them, arm in arm, heading to the grand staircase, they hardly noticed Dorian and Cole lounging in the shadows, but their current topic did not go unheard by the tevene and pale haired young man. "She is rather eclectic looking isn't she?" The masked woman sighed blissfully. "Absolutely, those sliver markings give me chills in the best ways possible." The man answered eagerly. "I wonder if invited, would she come to one of our ... private soirees?" They ascended the staircase in perfect unison, "I suppose that will depend upon her tastes for wine...on places." The couple covered their mouths as they giggled at their own perverted humor. Gagging noises erupted from Dorian's throat. "Oh, sweet maker!"

"What is it? What are they talking about?" Cole shook Dorian shoulder in urgency.

Dorian pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. “I feel like if I tell you...I'll just have to explain more than I am comfortable with. I'm not drunk enough for this..." He moaned. "Dorian!"

"Let me put it this way, dear boy, it seems like you will also have to compete with women for the Inquisitor's affections."

Cole eased off of Dorian and he felt his shoulders droop with the weight of this revelation. His chances were shrinking faster by the minute, his heart clenched with the imagined future loss.

"Of course I, myself, have been idolized by both men and women...perhaps even the occasional horse." Dorian rubbed his chin in concentration. "I have been subject to many such invitations to share myself with multiple people. I have to say some offers have been...tempting." Cole quickly shut out the rest of Dorian's blabbering. Alcmene seemed to be perched upon a gargantuan mountain Cole couldn't climb. He squeezed the fabric covering his chest, could he truly 'win' her. Would gifts be enough? Could he be enough? "-then there was the four Antivan crows who wrote me erotic letters for two years. My poor mother read one of them accidentally on arrival and fainted right there in the parlor!" Cole slipped away, lost in his own thoughts and tuning out Dorian's rantings. Dorian then stood alone in the shadows talking animatedly to himself.

So I haven’t posted in a while....

[maryrusso123]

Happy New Year Quotes about Friends

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True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable. – Dave Tyson Gentry

Friendship improves happiness, and abates misery, by doubling our joys and dividing our grief. – Joseph Addison

A true friendship is like sound health, the value of it is seldom known until lost. – Chinese Proverb

Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. – Mark Twain

There are three faithful friends, an old wife, an old dog, and ready money. – Benjamin Franklin

Friends come and go but enemies accumulate. – Arthur Bloch

A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same. – Elbert Hubbard

One friend in a lifetime is much, two are many, three are hardly possible.

Friendship needs a certain parallelism of life, a community of thought, a rivalry of aim. – Henry Brooks Adams

With true friends… even water drunk together is sweet enough. – Chinese Proverb

In the New Year, may your right hand always be stretched out in friendship, but never in want. – Irish Toast

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“With New Year comes new possibilities, new relationships, and new opportunities. ”

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Before the sun sets this year, and before the memories of the going year fade out, I wish you and your family a Happy New Year ahead.

Fill your entire life with Happiness & Bright Cheer, Joy and Prosperity, and Success. Wishing you a Very Happy New Year

Here are my warm and heartfelt wishes for you and your Family. Happy New year. May you achieve all your remaining goals this year and create some new. God Bless.

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I wish all joys get added to your life and sorrows get subtracted in this brand new ahead. Happy New year to you and your entire family.

I wish you Health, and Peace within your heart in this new year to come. May God bless you!

“From this new year’s eve may you smile no matter what, And for all the happiness, your heart becomes the melting pot. Happy New Year 2019!!”

Wish you a very Happy New year. Shed your worries and remain happy always!

Happy New Year Quotes for Friends 2019

“Wish you get 2019 ways to celebrate the new year at 2019 places with 2019 million dollars and 2019 people attending the party with 2019 snacks and 2019 drinks at 20:13 hours”

“I wish to all people Happy New 2019 Year, much lucky and money too!”

Like free birds, let us leave behind all that we do not need to carry forward like sadness and grudges and move on with love and happiness. Let my best wishes remain with you throughout the year. Happy New Year!

The gloomy cloud of the old year is gone now. So Let us enjoy the fresh rain of the New Year. Wish you a Happy New Year.

“Here’s hoping that the new year gives you the finest wine, coldest beer, smoothest scotch, and wildest vodka. Happy New Year to all of you!!”

“Like the seven colors of a rainbow, may your life be painted with the colors of Love, care, warmth, affection, trust, friendship, and joy. Cheers. Happy new year.!!”

Accept my gift of love, Wrapped with sincerity and tied with care and sealed with blessings. Wish you a very Happy New Year.

Receive my best wishes for a new year that fills your heart with joy. Wish you a very Happy New Year!

May this new year bring to you greater heights of success and prosperity. Have a Happy New Year ahead!

Wish you a very Happy New Year to you and your family. May this year brings to your prosperity, wealth, pleasure and success. God Bless.

Friendship Quotes on New year

On the very first day of 2018, I’d like to say thank you for sharing with me all of the wonderful memories in 2017, and I hope we will make many more together in the future. Happy New Year buddy.

Wishing all my Facebook friends and family a blessed New Year full of peace, laughter, prosperity, and health.

May you always be surrounded by hope and guided by the stars. Have a prosperous New Year!

New things are on your way to make your coming year eventful. Happy New Year!

It’s not the destination, it’s the journey. May you enjoy each day of your adventure. Happy New Year!

We may be far apart but you are always in my heart. May you have a healthy and abundant New Year!

I wish the coming year brings in a lot of happiness and joy into your life. Have a blessed year ahead of my buddy.

Your friendship has been one of the most valuable things in my life this past year. Thank you for everything.

Friends like you bring happiness all throughout the year. Have an excellent New Year!

The New Year goes perfectly with old friends like you. My friend, may every day of the New Year radiate with joy and glow with prosperity and joy for you.

With friends like you, I don’t need New Year’s resolutions because I’ve already got a terrific life. Thanks for all you do.

Don’t regret your past because the best one yet to come, welcome 2018 with hugs, love, and kisses. Happy New Year my dear friend.

Leave behind the demons of the past and look forward to a brand new start in 2018. Happy New Year!

Another year has passed, another year has come. I wish for you, that with every year you touch all your dreams. May God pour love and care on you, Happy New Year!

Hope the new year brings you whatever you want. May the spirit of this holiday bring you to hope and an exciting new beginning.

[jennifersoliz123]

Happy New Year Quotes about Friends

This is the time when individuals send or share New Year Quotes to their Friends, relatives, and dear ones. People in all parts of world dress obviously and value energizing exercises, for example, singing, playing beguilements, moving, and going to parties. Move club, film theaters, resorts, cafes, and delight meccas are stacked up with individuals everything considered. New Year surmises the festivals with mates and having a colossal measure of fun gathering for the length of the night by overlooking every last dreadful time that you have looked in 2018. So individuals send your best mates Happy New Year Quotes about partners to whom need to watch this New Year.

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True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable. – Dave Tyson Gentry

Friendship improves happiness, and abates misery, by doubling our joys and dividing our grief. – Joseph Addison

A true friendship is like sound health, the value of it is seldom known until lost. – Chinese Proverb

Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. – Mark Twain

There are three faithful friends, an old wife, an old dog, and ready money. – Benjamin Franklin

Friends come and go but enemies accumulate. – Arthur Bloch

A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same. – Elbert Hubbard

One friend in a lifetime is much, two are many, three are hardly possible.

Friendship needs a certain parallelism of life, a community of thought, a rivalry of aim. – Henry Brooks Adams

With true friends… even water drunk together is sweet enough. – Chinese Proverb

In the New Year, may your right hand always be stretched out in friendship, but never in want. – Irish Toast

Short New Year Quotes for Friends

“In the New Year, may your right hand always be stretched out in friendship, never in want.”

“May the new year gives you a taste of common sense so that you never make resolutions again. ”

“New year will be new if you have a new perspective and it will be old if you’d be still stuck in the past. May you have a new one this 2019. ”

“With New Year comes new possibilities, new relationships, and new opportunities. ”

“New Year gives you a chance to show that how good are you at breaking your resolutions. Happy New Year. ”

I wish all that you wish in this New Year, come true and may you wish some more wishes for you in this New year. Happy New year to you and your family.

May I wish you in this New year, to remain happy and joyful, and to be successful in all phases of life. Happy New Year and God bless you.

Wish you a Happy New Year! May the going year subtracts all your worries and the coming year may add loads of happiness and joy.

Wish you a very happy New Year! I wish you get all happiness joys and success in your life. God Bless.

May this new year bring to you many more opportunities to your way to explore every joy of life. Happy New year to you and your family.

Let the new year be like a flower that fills your life with the fragrance of happiness and joy. Wish you a very Happy New Year!

A New Year Is coming with new hopes and aspirations to make you happy and successful. Wish you a very Happy New Year!

Before the sun sets this year, and before the memories of the going year fade out, I wish you and your family a Happy New Year ahead.

Fill your entire life with Happiness & Bright Cheer, Joy and Prosperity, and Success. Wishing you a Very Happy New Year

Here are my warm and heartfelt wishes for you and your Family. Happy New year. May you achieve all your remaining goals this year and create some new. God Bless.

Wish you and your family a happy, healthy, prosperous and successful new year ahead. May God bless you all.

I wish all joys get added to your life and sorrows get subtracted in this brand new ahead. Happy New year to you and your entire family.

I wish you Health, and Peace within your heart in this new year to come. May God bless you!

“From this new year’s eve may you smile no matter what, And for all the happiness, your heart becomes the melting pot. Happy New Year 2019!!”

Wish you a very Happy New year. Shed your worries and remain happy always!

Happy New Year Quotes for Friends 2019

“Wish you get 2019 ways to celebrate the new year at 2019 places with 2019 million dollars and 2019 people attending the party with 2019 snacks and 2019 drinks at 20:13 hours”

“I wish to all people Happy New 2019 Year, much lucky and money too!”

Like free birds, let us leave behind all that we do not need to carry forward like sadness and grudges and move on with love and happiness. Let my best wishes remain with you throughout the year. Happy New Year!

The gloomy cloud of the old year is gone now. So Let us enjoy the fresh rain of the New Year. Wish you a Happy New Year.

“Here’s hoping that the new year gives you the finest wine, coldest beer, smoothest scotch, and wildest vodka. Happy New Year to all of you!!”

“Like the seven colors of a rainbow, may your life be painted with the colors of Love, care, warmth, affection, trust, friendship, and joy. Cheers. Happy new year.!!”

Accept my gift of love, Wrapped with sincerity and tied with care and sealed with blessings. Wish you a very Happy New Year.

Receive my best wishes for a new year that fills your heart with joy. Wish you a very Happy New Year!

May this new year bring to you greater heights of success and prosperity. Have a Happy New Year ahead!

Wish you a very Happy New Year to you and your family. May this year brings to your prosperity, wealth, pleasure and success. God Bless.

Friendship Quotes on New year

On the very first day of 2018, I’d like to say thank you for sharing with me all of the wonderful memories in 2017, and I hope we will make many more together in the future. Happy New Year buddy.

Wishing all my Facebook friends and family a blessed New Year full of peace, laughter, prosperity, and health.

May you always be surrounded by hope and guided by the stars. Have a prosperous New Year!

New things are on your way to make your coming year eventful. Happy New Year!

It’s not the destination, it’s the journey. May you enjoy each day of your adventure. Happy New Year!

We may be far apart but you are always in my heart. May you have a healthy and abundant New Year!

I wish the coming year brings in a lot of happiness and joy into your life. Have a blessed year ahead of my buddy.

Your friendship has been one of the most valuable things in my life this past year. Thank you for everything.

Friends like you bring happiness all throughout the year. Have an excellent New Year!

The New Year goes perfectly with old friends like you. My friend, may every day of the New Year radiate with joy and glow with prosperity and joy for you.

With friends like you, I don’t need New Year’s resolutions because I’ve already got a terrific life. Thanks for all you do.

Don’t regret your past because the best one yet to come, welcome 2018 with hugs, love, and kisses. Happy New Year my dear friend.

Leave behind the demons of the past and look forward to a brand new start in 2018. Happy New Year!

Another year has passed, another year has come. I wish for you, that with every year you touch all your dreams. May God pour love and care on you, Happy New Year!

Hope the new year brings you whatever you want. May the spirit of this holiday bring you to hope and an exciting new beginning.