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cheelduh · 4 years ago

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How to bet your way into someone’s heart. (Highschool AU)

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Warnings: Fake weed. Poor Signora smh. Oh yes, lots of swearing. UNEDITED ASF IM LAZY BYE.

Synopsis: Childe is being an infatuated idiot, Lisa has eyes for vending machine chocolate, and Kaeya is desperately in need of a pencil. With all these distractions, there’s no way in hell you’ll be able focus on the task at hand.

This is crack.

I don’t have time.

You think as you race down the hallway, shoes slapping against the floor as you expertly dodge multiple students in your way.

Bullet. You're as fast as a bullet, because everyone around you is a blur and you don't stop, can't stop, not until you meet your target.

It's funny how one can accomplish many challenges and feats they were unable to, merely due to pressure. Pressure is a twisted ugly thing that can gnaw its way into the pit of your stomach and grow like a parasite. Pressure is a parasite that can either bring the best in you, or the worst, but at the cost of one's peace of mind.

"Move it Signora!" You shouted a warning at the senior blocking your way. There wasn't any time for you slow down at that point, and you'd risk bumping into the breakfast club's stall if you swerved to the side, sending juice flying everywhere.

Signora's eyes widened momentarily, getting the gist albeit her anger, and choosing to back up flatly against the locker.

Her lipstick nearly slips from her fingers as you swerve past, a thick gust of wind in your wake.

It messes with the hair she woke up two hours early for.

Signora plots her revenge. You still don't have time.

You nearly kick the door to your home room down, but you can't risk the perfect image your teachers have of you. So you pat down your t-shirt, take five tempting deep breaths, and tentatively knock the door.

The door opens and you're met with a young man, familiar amber pupils welcoming you.

You try not to huff and puff at the cost of your stamina. Thinking back, there's no way in hell you could have physically been that fast.

"Good morning Y/N," Your homeroom teacher gives you a small smile, moving aside to let you in. "Class is just about to start."

You check your watch, then turn to him with an apologetic tone, trying not to crack under the eyes of your classmates. "I'm so sorry Mr.Zhongli, I slept through my alarm."

Your idiot ass forgot to set one because you studied till four in the morning.

"You're like thirty seconds late, cut the shit." Beidou boos from the back, causing your stance to stiffen.

"I don't wanna hear it Beidou. If anything, you're two periods earlier than usual." Ningguang calls her out for you, but you have a feeling it's more so on behalf of a personal vendetta.

Ignoring the two bickering, Mr.Zhongli gives you the handout. "Take a seat. Do not fret over such minuscule things dear."

Relief washes over you. Your impeccable attendance is not on the line.

Childe tries to flag you down next to him but you send him a pointed glare and sit next to Lisa instead.

"You should give him a chance you know." Lisa doesn't even have to open her eyes to know what's going on.

"Please," You scoff, digging through your bags to collect your notes. "As if I have the time to fool around with a shady kid like him."

Your friend sighs in disapproval, and makes no move to take out her own notes as Mr.Zhongli begins the lecture on the Archon war.

"You should really pay attention." It bothers you that she doesn't, but then again it's not your place to tell her what to do or not to do.

"I don't need to." She yawns, blinking an eye open towards you. "I have you after all."

"I'm tired of saving your ass." You groan and pull a pen out of your pocket to get started on the exercises as Mr.Zhongli talks in the background.

The course outline contained all the topic, and you made sure to teach yourself as much as you could before class to stay ahead.

Immersed in the worksheet, you blinked away your sleep and tried to answer as many questions as you could at the moment. You didn't hear the slight shift next to you, and the change of breathing, or the rate of which time went by.

A familiar scent makes its way into your nostrils.

"Lisa. Why do you smell like mango juul juice." You know the scent from when Signora blew a mango flavoured fog in your face yesterday at lunch when you said you were hungry.

A chuckle erupts and you freeze in place. "That's because I'm not Lisa."

You blink. Once, twice, and then crane your head to the side to meet a pair of teasing cerulean eyes.

Fingers loosening in shock, the pen drops on the desk with a short thud.

You whisk your head towards the front of the classroom, and Mr.Zhongli is nowhere to be seen.

"There's no saving you now." Childe's smirk widens, and he scoots closer to you. "Mr.Zhongli had to get something from the staff room. The staff room is near the cafeteria."

"Which is also near the merch stall." You grumbled, bringing both hands to massage your temples as a headache is beginning it's reign.

"Tsk tsk. Smart girl. I'd like to add that he's forgotten his wallet in his office as well, which is in the south wing."

"Son of a..." You mutter underneath your breath, and opt to scoot further back, but your efforts are futile because your desk is in a corner.

Your next beacon of hope is Lisa, so you scan the room full of chattering students, only to find her pestering her crush, Jean.

Shit...there's nothing getting you out of this one.

"What did it take?" Is your only question, the despair starting to brew. How much did it take for your best friend to betray you?

"A dollar and fifty for vending machine chocolate."

You take a moment to breathe, calming your nerves and burying down the urge to screech. "What will it take?"

"For what?" Childe replies back innocently, and you can't believe how fast he can change masks. You almost give in.

"For you to leave me alone."

"Aww come on girlie," He whines, closing in the distance. "Don't be so cold."

What did your mom tell you that one time? Oh yes. That if you were ever backed against a wall, then just break the damn thing down.

Too bad it's figurative. You're just about ready to sock him in the face if you didn't know he was into that sort of thing.

"I'm serious about you," He says, and it sounds so real, so genuine, nearly makes you sputter. "See? I've even bought school supplies.

He unzips his light backback and spills the contents on the table.

A lone piece of paper flies out, a lighter, and a mechanical pencil with no lead that follows straight after. There's also a pocket knife that you choose to ignore.

You're not the least bit surprised.

"First of all, how the fuck are you passing this class. Second, do you really think I'm into nerds?"

"Well, considering that you are a nerd—"

"You're making things worse."

"My bad, my bad." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "But on a serious note. I'll do anything."

You cross your arms. "I'm not just another one of your conquests Childe. It's not like I have the time. There are better things to do."

"You need to relax." He says so simply, with complete disregard as to what you are trying to say.

"I am relaxed." You reply, picking up your pen to continue your work. If he's going to annoy you, then you might as well get shit done while he's at it.

You're not wasting any more time.

"When was the last time you got a full eight hours of sleep?" His voice is soft, too soft, and it's not at all like the Childe you know.

Your pen stops momentarily, but you will yourself to continue writing. The words look fumbled, but you don't care. The best thing to do is get your work done and ignore the idiot next to you.

"C'mon, Zhongli won't be back for another half an hour at least. Let's go." He kicks the bottom of your chair to urge you.

The pen shakes in your hand, and you narrow your eyes at the paper, digging holes into poor question eight. "I'm trying to work here. Let me work." You'll say anything to get him off your back.

"Fine fine fine..." He raises both hands in mock surrender. "I'll stop bothering you."

Your ears perk up at that, and you turn to him so fast he has to hold in his laugh. "Really?"

"Yeah," Childe nods along, bringing your hopes up. "If you win a bet, that is." And they're back to ocean level.

You roll your eyes. There's always a catch. That doesn't mean you're any less interested.

"What's the bet?" You ask curiously, all your focus now on him. Just as he longed for from the very start.

He flicks a thumb towards the door, leaning closer to whisper next to your ear. "We bet when Zhongli comes back."

"Are you kidding me?" You aren't bothered at all at the close proximity, mainly because you're too tired and only care about the freedom that will come with your win.

Childe, however, is a completely different story. His heart is beating a thousand times a second, but his face doesn't show it. Not one bit.

Kaeya leans in from the seat behind you two, interested in what's going on. "Ooooh secrets."

"Shut up Kaeya." Childe and you monotonously drone in sync, still having your little staring contest.

The captain of the skating team smiles, about to ask—

"No. We don't have an extra pencil. Even if we did we wouldn't give it to you." Childe finally breaks his gaze to scare off Kaeya.

Kaeya raises a smug brow, and leans back in his chair like the jerkwad he is. "Then don't let me keep you two love birds."

That's all it takes for him to earn Childe's unwavering respect and loyalty for as long as he lives.

After the two are done creating an elaborate handshake as a mark of their newfound friendship, you decide to just forget about the handout. It's not like you're getting anything done anyways.

"Anyways, back to the bet." Childe says, resting his cheek on his fist as he stares at you dreamily. You try not to break under his gaze.

"If I win, you have to go on a date with me."

"No way in hell—"

"Then I'll bother you for the rest of highschool."

Highschool is eternity. You don't want to live through an eternity of this.

"Fine." You answer, and for the first time he sees genuine fear in your face, it makes him waver slightly. Not enough for him to pity you.

"If I win..." You trail, thinking loud and clear as you ignore the excited chatter of your classmates. "I want you to pay attention to class."

"What?" He exclaims incredulously, blinking in disbelief. "I thought you'd get me to stop talking to you altogether."

"If you're paying attention in class, you don't bother me as much and your grades go up." You grin smartly, and oh archons it livens his entire day up, and it's only nine in the morning.

"You care about my grades?" Childe bites back a smile.

"Not at all." You lie, and quickly look away. Woah the floor tile looking trippy.

He decides it's better to get on with the bet without causing you any more distress. After all, you've given him such cute facial expressions today. He's feeling quite generous.

Pulling out his cracked-as-shit latest model phone, he unlocks it and tinkers with it a bit before turning the screen towards you.

"We'll be using this to time both of our predictions at the same time. Whoever has the closer time to when he finally swings by is the winner." The rules are simply put, no room for error.

You tilt your head in confusion. "Why am I seeing a slime review?"

"SHIT!" Childe fumbles with his phone, aggressively tapping on the screen. He lowers his head and voice as if he's been through fifty consecutive hits in the face. "It's uh, Teucer's account."

"Yeah...okay." Is all you can say.

"Ok what do you bet?" He changes the topic to unfuck the situation.

Putting a finger in your chin, you think for a minute, calculating the average of all the times Mr.Zhongli has left the classroom for a considerable amount of time.

"Fifteen minutes." You're sure of it. It's like clockwork every day.

"Hmm..." Childe crosses his arms, seemingly in deep thought. "Five minutes." He places his bet, and both timers start simultaneously.

Five minutes?! Is he serious?

You laugh inwardly. This challenge is in the bag.

The sense of victory you feel dulls when your ears pick up the echo of footsteps nearing the classroom.. Both your heads snap up to the doors.

There's something scary about Childe once his competitive side comes out. "Looks like I've won." He turns to you, eyes darkening evilly.

"What? There's no way in hell a ginger is right." Your palms are clammed up, eyebrows furrowed in panic. You calculated every single variable, how could this be?

You race to the front, Childe right on your tail as the entire class clamps up. The footsteps get louder, causing even whispers to become total silence.

Then it hits you. The shitty music about getting bitches and bars playing on the other side.

The door is swung open by Childe, and you're face to face with an idiot sophomore with a speaker in his pocket.

Childe’s grin is long gone, and you sigh in relief.

The false alarm encourages the class to return back to their idle chatter.

"Scaramouche?" Childe spits, narrowing his eyes at the unamused boy. "I thought it was Signora's shift today."

By "shift" he means being a complete dickwad and scamming fake weed to students in return for their souls. It only really works on the freshmen.

The only reason the club still runs is because Signora threatened the principal with some sus pictures she snapped of him and his assistant.

"Apparently she had an emergency." Scaramouche explains, lowering the volume on his outdated beats pill. "Something about a hair appointment because she got ran into by a, and I quote "lecherous imbecile.""

You steer clear of the conversation, finding the whiteboard far more fascinating and worth your while.

A loud cough is heard from behind the kid, and you're met with a crestfallen look on your beloved teacher's face.

You go through a whiplash of emotions, becoming completely numb towards your loss.

"They were out of slow cooked bamboo shoot soup." He sighs, handing a stack of papers to Childe, who is wearing the fattest smirk on his face at his victory. "Please hand these out to your classmates Childe, and we will begin shortly."

You check down at the timer despite knowing who’s won. Five minutes and twenty five seconds. Somehow, you don't feel as dejected as you thought you'd feel.

Maybe the date will be fun. Maybe Childe isn't so bad. Maybe...you do have time to indulge in these sort of things. If he’s so hell bent on getting your attention, perhaps it’s possible that you can make some room in your heart for him.

However, all those thoughts fly out the window when Childe hands you the new worksheet.

“I hope you're ready for our date tomorrow. We'll be sparring till sundown, and after you’ll be feeding me with chopsticks." He winks, and it makes your heart flip even though all you want right now is to go to the bathroom and barf your guts out.

Feelings are complicated.

You smile back at him nauseously, tight lipped and all, then you pull out your phone, go on maps, and search for the closest cliffs to jump off of.

After he's done, Childe slouches back in his original seat with a different kind of enthusiasm, and opens up his messages. He texts Zhongli a "thank you <3".

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666bone · 7 years ago

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#hi my name is Anthony and I abuse substances bc i cannot deal with the fact that I'm forced to be alive & ~exist~#bullshit #it's 8:12 and I'm on a nice cocktail of substances and I forgot I have therapy @9 #waiting for my bus rn lmao #then got class @1 #till 7:30 #then gotta pull an allnighter to cram for my midterm tmr #life is fun and I am happy and coping #(all my docs tell me I should try to fake it till I make it & be less judgemental & practice being mindful #)#smh #i am participating and observing @ my bus stop rn #guess I can describe #too ??#i think it's cold & it's raining #there are cars passing and it's still kind of dark and there are 3 street lights that are still on and 1 is off #a motorcycle just passed #my socks are getting wet #and I want to go back to bed so I can get fucked up and pretend I don't exist in the privacy of my bed #just want to hide under my covers till I rot away #rot rot rot #been having a lot of repeating thoughts again too #I get stuck in a thought #in a word or syllable #it's been happening since I was ??12i think #wonder what that is #they thought i might've had OCD for a while bc my sister has harm ocd #guess we'll find out one day :-)#also I love stimulants bc they get rid of my hunger #(plz don't follow my drug habits )

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dreamiehrs · 4 years ago

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a Christmas miracle ➛ z.cl

genre: fluff, comedy/crack, bestfriend!chenle, gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort somewhat

pairing: zhong chenle x reader

word count: 2,588 words

warning(s): some swearing

summary: Christmas had been the same old same old holiday for you and your family for plenty of years now, fully embracing the tradition of meeting up with family, exchanging presents, and enjoying each other’s presence on Christmas day. however, this year seemed to feel quite different, with your family quite literally forgetting that Christmas even existed, and with you all stuck in your apartment alone in the snowy city, you weren’t so sure what you were going to do for Christmas this year. unbeknownst to you, though, your sneaky best friend had a trick up his sleeve, and he was determined to make this Christmas one you’ll remember forever.

note: this is a part of mylin’s @suh-insane and sunny’s @neocitybynight Walking in a Winter Wonderland collab! this is my first time participating in a collab solely for Christmas, so I hope you all enjoy this fic of mine! Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it! I hope you all have an amazing and safe Christmas this year, and I just wanted to let you all know that I appreciate and love you guys so so SO much! (and to the people who don’t celebrate it, I still hope you all have a wonderful day nonetheless!)

prompts chosen: “when we finally kiss goodnight how I’ll hate going out in the storm! but if you’ll really hold me tight all the way home I’ll be warm.” + “that’s what Christmas memories are made from. they’re not planned; they’re not scheduled. nobody puts them in their blackberry. they just happen.”

for the past few months, time seemed to fly by without leaving a trace behind, and before you knew it, it was already Christmas day. if it was any other year, you would’ve woken up earlier, around 6 AM to be precise, and start your trek to your parents house with their gifts in hand. however, since your parents and the rest of your family got caught up in other ordeals, and quite literally forgot that Christmas even existed, you had woken up quite later than 6 AM. 9 AM, if you were being specific.

you had still bought your family presents for Christmas, of course, and took the time to wrap them and spiffy them up yourself with various different kinds of Christmas wrapping paper you’ve collected over the years as a pro wrapper (in actuality, it was just your mother giving you extra wrapping paper when she accidentally bought too much, so you weren’t entirely a pro wrapper, per se). what you were trying to say is that you put a lot of thought into buying and decorating presents for your family, and you were sort of down about how you wouldn’t be able to give them their presents in person this year.

basically, what you were trying to get across is that you quite literally had no plans for Christmas this year, and you were probably going to spend your entire day wailing away in your apartment.

nonetheless, you pulled yourself out of bed after being in deep thought for thirty minutes straight, and decided to actually not wail away in your apartment for the rest of the day. it was time to be festive, you thought to yourself, as you slowly made your way around your room to move your curtains aside to let some sunlight seep in. although you were in a brooding mood, you didn’t entirely want your room to reflect that.

you huff to yourself as you slide your feet against the carpet floor, swinging open your closet doors and glancing over all of your clothes, none of them really catching your attention. you sigh before closing both of your closet doors dramatically, turning around and heading towards your dresser. you can faintly hear your phone buzz on your nightstand as you pull on one of the knobs on one of your dresser drawers that contains your pajama pants. you grab a random pair of snug pajama pants and opt to keep the same pajama shirt you wore to bed last night on before heading to the bathroom to change.

after taking some time to get dressed and brush your teeth, you finally exit your bathroom and toss the pajama shorts you wore last night in your hamper. you snatch your phone and stash it in your pocket before making your way towards your miniature kitchen. you promptly grab your kettle and fill it up with water, waiting for it to reach the third line before placing it on your stove. you move the dial until its exactly on high temperature, and you’re about to start to make yourself breakfast until you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

fed up with how active your phone had been for the past thirty minutes, you finally fish your phone out of your pocket and lean against the counter next to your stove.

your phone contained the usual notifications, such as Instagram likes, Team Snapchat sending you a Christmas snap, your best friend chenle spamming your phone- wait, your best friend chenle spamming your phone? that was FAR from your usual notifications, and you were honestly quite surprised that he was contacting you on Christmas day this year. he’s usually spending it with his family all day, and never texts you back until he gets back home, which is around eight PM.

without thinking, you unlock your phone and tap on the messages icon, and your jaw almost drops when you see how many messages he sent you within the past few hours. since 6 AM, chenle has sent you over one hundred messages, and for once, you were grateful that you were a heavy sleeper, because if you were a light sleeper and woke up to every single one of his messages, you would’ve lost your mind.

you [9:45 AM]: please chenle what do you WANT FROM ME

lele the dumdum [9:45 AM]: WOW YOU’VE FINALLY WOKEN UP FROM UR DEEP SLUMBER

lele the dumdum [9:45 AM]: I THOUGHT U WERE NEVER GOING TO WAKE UP

lele the dumdum [9:46 AM]: took u long enough smh

you [9:46 AM]: ...is this really how you’re going to treat me on Christmas day??

lele the dumdum [9:46 AM]: I treat you like this all the time. what makes you think that today’s gonna be any different?

you [9:47 AM]: …

lele the dumdum [9:47 AM]: anyways… MY GORGEOUS WONDERFUL BESTIE WHAT DO U HAVE PLANNED FOR CHRISTMAS TODAY

lele the dumdum [9:48 AM]: DO ANY OF UR PLANS INVOLVE ME POTENTIALLY COMING OVER??? O.O

you [9:48 AM]: is this why you’ve been spamming my phone SINCE 6 AM!?!?!

you [9:48 AM]: also why were you awake at 6 am anyways

you [9:49 AM]: did your crush finally text you back or are you still drowning in loneliness like usual

lele the dumdum [9:50 AM]: I don’t even have a crush??? who told you that false information

you [9:50 AM]: the little elves running around my house whispered it in my ear last night

lele the dumdum [9:51 AM]: I think you’re going to delusional

you [9:51 AM]: I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case at this point

lele the dumdum [9:51 AM]: MOVING ON

lele the dumdum [9:52 AM]: WHAT DO U HAVE PLANNED

lele the dumdum [9:52 AM]: I NEED TO KNOW THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT

you [9:53 AM]: me planning to wail in sorrow all day is very important to you??

lele the dumdum [9:53 AM]: ...excuse me what?? UR GOING TO WAIL IN SORROW ALL DAY ON CHRISTMAS DAY!?!?

lele the dumdum [9:54 AM]: this is not acceptable. I am coming over right now to spread some of my FESTIVENESS AND JOLLINESS with you :D

you [9:55 AM]: chenle you really don’t have to-

lele the dumdum [9:55 AM]: TOO BAD IM OMW RN AS WE SPEAK

you [9:56 AM]: at least bring some festivities, games, and snacks with you 🙄

lele the dumdum [9:56 AM]: oh shit you have a point

lele the dumdum [9:57 AM]: BRB ILL BE THERE IN 30

you knew that once chenle had made his mind up about something, he wasn’t going to change it that easily, so it would be futile to try and stop him now. you don't bother replying to his last message, and you shove your phone back in your pocket a few moments before your kettle whistles. you move on from chenle tormenting you for twelve minutes straight and make yourself some tea and breakfast instead.

it was now around 10:30 AM, and you had just finished digesting your breakfast when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket again. you were lying down on your small, beige couch, with your cold tea sat on the coffee table a few feet away. you were still in your pajamas, with no intent of changing into actual clothes anytime soon.

once again, you fish your phone out of your pocket to see what nonsense chenle was texting you this time.

lele the dumdum [10:31 AM]: open up, bitch

you [10:31 AM]: I thought I gave you a spare key??

lele the dumdum [10:32 AM]: shit I forgot it

lele the dumdum [10:32 AM]: anyways OPEN UP

you lazily lift yourself up from off of your couch, grasping your mug of cold tea on the way to the door. you take your time unlocking your door, halfly because you felt like annoying chenle, and halfly because you were just over today in general.

the first thing that stands out to you once you swing open your front door is how different your outfit looks compared to chenle. he was all bundled up with plenty of layers to keep him warm while adventuring the city, and meanwhile you adorned white and pink striped pajamas with socks on. you also noticed that he had a dark grey bookbag on his back, and was holding two full bags in his hands.

the two of you stare at each other for a few more seconds until chenle breaks the silence with: “I think this is the most I’ve seen you look like a complete old person. there have been other times, but the old person persona is just jumping out at me right now.”

you roll your eyes. “don’t say that when you yourself have dressed up as an old person before.”

“yeah, yeah,” he brushes you off, passing by you to slip his shoes off and to take off his five hundred layers. “it doesn’t matter whether you look like an old person, it mainly matters whether you have the spirit of an old person, you know?”

“I cannot comprehend your words this early in the morning. we can have a conversation about whether I act like an old person later.” you say as you watch him remove his large, dark green jacket and place it onto your coat rack. you can hear him scoff at your remark, and you grin as you see the corners of his mouth lift up slightly.

“early in the morning? y/n it’s only-” he pauses to check his phone “10:32 AM. that’s early for you?”

“I woke up at 9 AM, you dum.”

“oh,” he swivels around to face you after taking his shoes off and removing all of his additional layers. “makes sense, I guess. you’ve only been awake for an hour and a half, so you’re probably not fully awake yet. I mean, I’ve been awake since 6 am, and I’m bursting with energy compared to you.”

you give him a deadpan expression in response to what he said, and he can’t help but burst out laughing at your reaction. he steps up beside you and pats your shoulder gently. “well, besides that, I’m gonna be the one who helps you burst with energy like I am right now! follow me!” he whisper-shouts a few inches away from your ear, and you can feel his hand leave your shoulder and grasp your right hand in a matter of seconds.

he leads you back towards your couch, and even somehow manages to help you set your mug down even though he has bags in his hands. the two of you plop down on your couch, and you almost melt at how soft and comfortable your couch was. you closed your eyes for a few seconds as chenle rustled through his bags beside you, and you don’t know how much time has passed when chenle starts to snap his fingers at you.

“y/n, I am not going to deal with your sleepy ass right now. I spent around forty minutes scurrying around the city to find things to lift your mood, and I am not going to let those forty minutes go to waste just because you’re tired.”

you groan and roll to the other side, facing away from chenle. “just five more minutes…”

surprisingly, you’re met by silence in response to your wish of wanting five more minutes of rest, but that silence doesn’t last when you feel something cold touch your face.

you screech and immediately open your eyes to witness chenle pressing an ice cube onto your forehead. you swat the ice cube off of your forehead as quick as you can, and stare up at chenle like he’s gone completely mad. “what was that for?”

he grins proudly. his plan had worked. “awake now? great. now, help me figure out what we should do first.”

“I think you’ve gone mad. I cannot believe you just woke me up by pressing an ice cube onto my forehead.” you complain, still feeling the coldness of the ice cube on your forehead. when you finally move to face him now, you see that he had brought plenty of things for you two to entertain yourselves.

“I could’ve done worse things, like dip my hand into freezing water and press it against your face, but I was feeling generous today, so I decided to spare you the pain.”

you scoff. “right. anyways, what’d you bring?”

he glances at you excitedly before getting into it. “well, I brought plenty of snacks, some fizzy drinks, some board games, some movies I rented that we could watch together, some candy, etc. I honestly brought everything that I thought you would like with me, so I really hope all of this is enough to make your Christmas day a little bit more festive. I may have also bought you a present, but besides that… let’s get this party started! ...y/n?”

he tears his gaze away from the couch to up to your face, and you don’t entirely register that you’re crying until a few minutes after staring into his eyes. “oh, I’m sorry… I just… I’m just really grateful that you decided to come all this way to cheer me up on Christmas day, and you brought so many things with you as well to make me feel better so… thank you, chenle.”

he beams at you even though he can feel a tear threatening to fall from his left eye, and instead of letting you see him cry as well, he quickly wraps his arms around your figure, bringing you into a tight hug. “of course, y/n. you know I’d do anything for you, right? if you’re down, I’m going to cheer you up in some way, shape, or form, and if you feel like watching the world burn, then I’ll be right by your side.”

“awh, stop it, you’re going to make me cry even more.” you faintly hit his back with your hand, and he giggles as a few tears fall down his face.

the two of you stay like that for a good five more minutes, which is enough time for chenle to regain his composure and act like he didn’t shed a few tears in the process. he slowly leaves your grasp, taking a good look at your face and wiping some tears off of your face with his thumb. “you know what I think will make you feel better?”

you grin. “what?”

he smiles before swiveling around to rustle through his bookbag, and your eyes widen when you finally process what he’s up to.

the next moment happens so quickly you can barely register that it’s happening. chenle swivels around with two nerf guns in his hands, throws you one that lands perfectly in your arms, and declares: “me completely destroying you in a nerf gun battle will make you feel better.” before he releases fire on you.

you shriek as you run across your apartment, trying to avoid the plastic bullets that chenle was littering your apartment with. eventually, he does win the battle, and it does make you feel better in the end, but let’s not mention that or else his ego will run wild, alright?

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kalboykiyay · 3 years ago

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Drunk Headcanons

Based on this post from a while back, I mentioned that I would make this for @thewarriorshomegirl and totally forgot smh. The train has left The Kalenko's Shitpost Station.

Cleon

Gets really irritable and moody when he’s drunk, though he’s the type of person to “drink himself sober”, so generally, he doesn’t do anything stupid whenever he drinks. Take a lot of drinks to get intoxicated, so he’d probably die before he starts acting like a drunken idiot. Will be even more annoyed than usual when he's drunk and generally has a MUCH shorter fuse. Probably will fight anything that breathes in his generally direction. Nobody except him and Lincoln can actually tell that he’s drunk. Everyone else is hellbent on seeing him drunk but they don't realise that he's already drunk. Could definitely be the designated driver, except he gets crazy road rage when he's drunk.

Swan

After he’s had a large quantity of alcohol, which is probably incredibly unlikely, Swan just starts talking, a lot, but only when asked. He’s less uptight when he’s drunk, and definitely way more approachable, just don’t tell him anything in confidence, because they moment he’s asked, that secret is no longer a secret. Aside, from the prompted tea spilling, he doesn’t change much. The best choice for the designated driver.

Fox

Unlike Swan, Fox is incredibly easy to get drunk. Though, I get the feeling that he doesn’t like drinking much unless he’s dealing with some serious shit, so it’s rare, but it’s entertaining, nevertheless. He’s gives off emotional drunk vibes, so he probably cries when he’s drunk. Probably the type of person to call his exes or people he doesn’t talk to anymore if a phone is nearby, so don’t let him get near one (Sounds like a Shitpost Fic Idea... Hmmm...). Like Swan, he will tell all of your fucking secrets, but he doesn’t need to be prompted. Very talkative, will continue to talk shit about any and everyone. Definitely uses secrets against people should he get into any arguments. Could not be designated driver, would cry at a green light.

Rembrandt

Rembrandt is adorable when he’s drunk. He hasn't had much to drink, but that doesn't matter much. Very affectionate, wants to give you a hug, loves your face. This dude thinks everything is really nice and deserving of love. His speech is very slurred; what is the fuck is English? Probably having way too much fun, let him be happy. But like, don't let him have anymore drinks. Don't worry though, he won't fight you much if you can distract him with fun things that aren't drugs. Surprisingly, might not be too bad of a choice as a designated driver.

Cowboy

He's probably had like two shots of something. He seems fine for the moment but the moment he runs to the bathroom is when all of the troubles start. Then he becomes a Trainwreck and a half. He can't hold his alcohol at all, so he purges that shit like Heaven purges damned souls. He starts crying because he's puking and he pukes again because he's crying too much. Any and everything makes him sad. He'll start off crying about how sick he is and in two minutes, he'll be crying about his lost stuffed animal from the first grade and how it was his bestest friend, or perhaps about why grape flavoured things don't actually taste like grape. You name it, he'll cry about it. A dangerous choice for designated driver; y'all will wake up in the fucking woods.

Snow

Snow is good drunk boi. He'll be fine one minute, no out of the ordinary behaviour, no slurred speech, no mood changes. You think that you can vibe with a "drunk" Snow until you turn back and see that he's collapsed into a heap of absolute exhaustion in the middle of the floor. He will not remember this and will immediately go back to being sociable after waking up, but he won't stay awake for any extended period of time. He cannot be the designated driver, as he can and will fall asleep at the wheel.

Vermin

Huhuhuh... Blackout drunk, probably. He gets some serious memory loss. He doesn't know where he is. He's loud at karaoke. He left the house with twenty dollars and now he has forty dollars and he doesn't know if that was gotten through ethical or unethical means. He doesn't know what anybody else is talking about. Swan and Fox keep telling him to get off the bar, but he will not. Has anybody seen his left sock? He's not sure why he woke up behind the meat market, or how he acquired that chicken, especially considering that he has more money now, but he did. Don't trust him if he says he can be your designated driver, he doesn't remember what a car is or how to drive.

Ajax

He loves you and wants to give you chicken nuggies but also hates you and wants to throw a bottle at your face. Very loud. Whose hat is this on his head? Clearly doesn't care about life. If it sounds the least but dangerous, he might do it. Won't stop drinking, has hit on every girl in the club and has gotten positive reactions from like, 60%, the absolute whore. Somebody should stop him before he hooks up with another person. If you let him be your Designated driver, there will be reports about three traffic collisions later that night, all involving the same car.

Cochise

Cochise has started three fights, made out with four different people, made twenty three phone calls using the payphone in the back, and told everyone in the bar that he loves them. He's broken it down on the dancefloor. He's passed in the bathroom after vomiting a bit. He has told secrets, he's laughed and cried. Everything is too loud. Life of the party by all accounts. The bar regulars are excited to see him, the bartenders like the extra money, and the cleaners groan. If your let him be your designated driver, he just might start drag racing on the empty streets. He'll probably set something on fire, and generally being the worst influence on everyone you've ever seen.

#the warriors #the warriors 1979 #cowboy (the warriors)#ajax (the warriors)#vermin (the warriors)#cochise (the warriors)#snow (the warriors)#swan (the warriors)#rembrandt (the warriors)#fox (the warriors)#cleon (the warriors)#headcanons #crack headcanons #kaleny's alignment chart shenanigans #the kalenko's shitpost station

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queenofallimagines · 5 years ago

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Hello there! I was wondering about hc for a poly big 3 having an S/O who has a a quirk that has a side effect that makes people forget the, like they would be right in front of them and they would ignore her like they wasn’t there, Like they became invisible to the mind but still there. How would the big 3 react to realising their S/O after that and the longest time forgetting them being 2 weeks p. How would they feel and or react?

😔😔 so you just gon make me break my heart like this? Smh

Got a lot of big three asks coming!

Big three:

- okay so this took a while to write BC this hurted

- They would slowly phase you out

- Like loosing baby teeth

- All gone before you even know it

- They stop partnering up with you during training

- Stop talking to you as if you were gone

- No more cute dates

- The whole class is worried

- They will pipe up once in a while and they will remember but it dosent last

- The big 4 is now the big three😔

- You’re just stewing in your own sadness

- Cursing your quirk

- You just fade away from them thinking it’s for the best

- They definitely feel something is missing

- You miss a few days of school

- “Has anyone seen y/n?”

- They all pause

- Why did that sound familiar??

- Shit

- S h i t

- They feel nothing but dread as they run to your dorm

- “I-I can’t believe we forgot them.”

- “We really messed up.”

- “Poor y/n”

- They’re trying to figure out how to approach you

- You answer the door surprised

- Why were they here?

- They bust in and break down sobbing holding you in a group hug

- “I’m so sorry!!”

- Like you explain that your quirk got too much to handle so you just thought leaving was for the best

- They freak out and start screaming about how much they love you

- Neijire will be way more touchy from now on

- She gets (insert someone who can help here) to nullify your quirks side effects

- Aizawa trains you

- Mirio will be second place for guilt tripping

- This hadn’t been a problem before

- Just minor things like forgetting socks

- He never thought he would forget you all together

- For two week no less!

- He feels terrible and will be around you 24/7 to make it up to you

- Tamaki takes it the worst

- He’s feeling like garbage

- He’s going to degrade himself

- “I-f you don’t want to be with us anymore I understand.”

- No! You rush to tell them you still love them you just didn’t want to be a burden

- They definitely help you with your quirk and make sure this doesn’t happen again

- Tamaki will go out if his way to plan dates

- They will be 100% glued to you at the hip

- Catering to your needs

- When you have long forgotten the even they haven’t

- They still lie awake at night plagued by the fact that it happened at all

- Here’s to hoping it won’t happen again

#poly big three #the big three x reader #mirio togata x reader #mirio togata #neijire hadou x reader #neijire x reader #mirio x reader x tamaki #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki amajiki #neijire hadou #neijire x reader x mirio x tamaki #bnha x reader poly #x black reader #x poc reader

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torajisbizarreadventure · 3 years ago

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MEGA SPOILERS POST FOR NEKO MIX VOL 13 PART 2

You’ve read the title, you probably knew how everything works around here, let’s roll.

I couldn’t find chapter 3 so feel free to suffer through the cliffhanger with me

Final warning : complain about being spoiled after clicking the “Keep reading” button and I will pour milk into your sock cabinet

This is the second chapter

Hacchi and Toraji snuck into the upper part of the castle, thinking of the legend that there is a miracle medicine that turns half-orcs into humans. Toraji asked Hacchi whether he wanted to become a human. Hacchi said that if he could, he wanted to become a dog and stay with her for the rest of his life after finding his missing owner, Michiru. After entering the treasure house, there were big boxes full of different keyholes, making Toraji excited to unlock them. It turned out that the keys were shrunk along with his body. But he still wanted to try opening it anyway, so he emptied the small key into the huge keyhole. As a result, the treasure chest was actually opened like this. They were surprised to find that it was not medicine, but similar to Rio’s toy car.

(Apparently Jose asked Pai’yan to go to the puppet making country to repair Rio’s toy car, this was actually plot relevant oops)

When Ginji was worried about Toraji, he heard the noise of "Rio” and Pai’yan outside. Standing in the rain, "Rio” expressed his dislike and fear of the rain, and asked his father not to treat him like this.

“Dad, you can’t do this! Save me, dad!”

"If you get caught in the rain...what will happen, Rio?”

Pai’yan questioned “Rio” expressionlessly about his weird behavior. “Rio”, who was extremely frightened, shouted his father for help, while Pai’yan froze there, thinking that "Rio” was also a puppet. Although the chaos in the rain attracted everyone's attention, no one dared to intervene.

Pai’yan thought that his wife and Toraji would soon find abnormalities, but he could not figure it out, and he was angry that he was fooled. (nahh son you are just dumb)

“Mom has a deep sense of protection in her heart, so...I don't care that she tried to test me. But, dad, you just suspect me and don't have any evidence. This is because you don’t know anything about me!”

Pai’yan, who was questioned angrily by "Rio”, remembered his son's diary that he had read when he got home.

He remembered the sentence that broke his heart : "I don’t have a dad”.

Pai’yan shed tears and when he saw "Rio” who was about to fall, he ran over and hugged him, took him back to the house, rushed to light a fire to keep “Rio” from melting.

After this chaos, Pam’dom and Pa’san actually understands that "Rio” is just a clay puppet filled with Rio’s own memories and feelings. They looked at Pai’yan and said nothing.

Toraji and Hacchi in the castle have opened six boxes with their keys, and the results are all toy cars. There was only one key left, but finally a different item was found this time. It was the candy that the old lady gave them. The instructions in the box also show that it is a shrinking medicine. There is only one pack of medicine in the box, and there is no medicine to turn back to normal. Although there are still many treasure chests, Toraji ran out of keys so they had to leave. Toraji was originally disappointed but Hacchi comforted him, saying that every box that Toraji opened always had things that are meaningful. Toraji agreed. These toy cars should also have their meanings, but they still don't know what they are.

Toraji and Hacchi brought some shrinking medicine back, and Ginji talked about the conflict between Pai’yan and “Rio” while they were taking a bath. After hearing that Leo is also a puppet, Toraji felt a little relieved, but Pai’yan would be sad.

“Rio” stared at his missing finger, then told Toraji that although he remembered everything from the day he adopted Toraji till now, he didn’t feel like himself anymore. Ginji was watching him worriedly, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

At this time, Pai’yan, Pam’dom and Pa’san were secretly observing the situation in the puppet-making country. Pai’yan and Pam’dom walked together. Pai’yan explained that even though the “Rio” that he held in his arms was a fake, he still felt pity for the child and still saved him to make up for his past negligence of his family. The latter did not agree with Pai’yan, he asked Pai’yan to act rationally and calmly, reminding him that "Rio” is a fake doll, and that the dolls that imitated the appearance of the warriors before would attack humans. "Rio” didn't know when he would start going on a rampage, he speculated that it might be the Hex Mouse controlling the doll.

On the other hand, Pa’san met the king’s adopted daughter Kasmin in the garden. He asked the child why she was out so late. The princess smiled and said that there was no problem, but Pa’san responded solemnly and said that when children smiled and said that they were very happy, they were usually lying about their happiness.

Kasmin smiled and grabbed Pa’san and asked if he could be his kid, while shaking the tambourine in her hand. She said that she didn’t really like the king and she would like to go elsewhere.

While investigating, Pai’yan and Pam’dom heard the drums and saw that the people had started to behave a little strangely. It was obviously raining, but the doll residents ran out one by one, arranging themselves into a long line.

As a result, before they could react, Pai’yan and Pam’dom were captured by the people (my man just can’t rest easy when travelling with pai’yan smh). They were trapped in a metal ball, the only hole was blocked by the doll residents with a long bamboo pipe, then the ball was pushed to the edge, and water was poured in from it. The dolls scattered and left.

Toraji who stayed at home also heard the sound of drums. He remembered that the dolls in the museum also turned started moving after this sound appeared. Ginji felt that this was not good, so he along with Toraji ran out to find Pai’yan. When "Rio” heard them, he also thought of his father and went with the 2 cats.

Pai’yan and Pam’dom couldn't destroy it from the inside, so they pushed the conveniently-hidden hamster reporter out of the bamboo pipe and asked it to find rescuers. Hacchi also took everyone to the 2 heroes with his keen sense of smell. Toraji and Hacchi went into the ball to find out the situation. They couldn't ask for help from the local outsiders, and they couldn't destroy the ball from the inside, so they could only find a way to get them out of the organ from the outside. However, Ginji wanted to unplug the bamboo pipe for irrigation outside the ball, but his strength was not strong enough to move the bamboo pipe. There is only one way to prevent the 2 heroes from drowning or suffocating in the ball, which is to stop the external water flow.

Ginji discovered that the water connected by the bamboo pipe came from the continuous flow of water between the rocks above, so he began to move the stones desperately, trying to block the water flow in the middle. The earl wanted to cut the bamboo pipe but couldn’t cut it. Pai’yan and Pam’dom were soaked in the water and began to lose temperature. Toraji put his mini body against the bamboo pipe, trying to block the water flow. Ginji continued to work hard to move the stones to block the water.

"Rio” ran to Ginji and said that he would also help, and began to move rocks together to stop the splashing water. "Rio” was thinking about the memories he had with his dad, the relationship, conflict, and reconciliation after the reunion. He desperately tried to block the water flow. Ginji next to him saw everything in his eyes.

The water finally stopped entering the organ ball, but but the 2 heroes were still trapped in the cold water. In order to avoid freezing to death in it, they took the shrinking medicine that Toraji found in the castle treasure house and escaped from the bamboo pipe. Toraji happily reported the news of Bai Yang's successful rescue to Ginji who was sitting on a high place. Ginji turned around and solemnly asked Bai Yang to come up to him.

"Rio...” Ginji pointed to the mud and clothes in front of the pile of rocks.

“Rio hated water, but he tried to pile up the rocks here, and finally blocked the water flow with his body... he knew he would melt...”

Pai’yan stared at the mud and cried, and both Ginji and Toraji cried together. He then felt boundless anger towards the Magic Mouse and the Hex Mouse for tampering with his life.

While everything was happening Pam’dom froze to death because everyone forgot to pull him out jk

#neko mix genkitan toraji #yumi tamura #tamura yumi

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themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy · 4 years ago

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Doctor Strange rfying to set Reader and Peter up? :D

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You and Peter live in the same building

And sometimes you bump into each other bc of that

Peter thinks you’re really nice and fun but also he’s way too scared to talk to you skvbadnfad

And Stephen sees Peter texting Ned about bumping into you that morning and how flustered he got

And he was like hehe

He’d be so sneaky about it but then he’d start using the rings and everyone knew it was him

You’d be walking down like

The school hallway

And then a bloody portal opens up out of nowhere and you’re bumping into someone coming from the other side?

He literally makes you and Peter crash into each other all the time using the portal things (i forgot what they’re called I haven’t watched his movie in forever)

(I know what I’ll be doing today)

So if he’s not making Peter aggressively (but accidentally) knock you completely over then he’s taking a subtler approach

He realizes that he can’t really get you and Peter together unless he knows you better

Bc he thinks you’re getting a little tired of being run over every day

So he starts picking Peter up from school

I remind you that this man’s car crash literally resulted in the loss of the function of his hands (before he got everything sorted out u know)

And Peter knows this

So when Stephen Strange shows up in a car to take Peter Parker home from school

Peter is ;-;

“Mr Strange? I don’t um, I don’t need a ride, actually.”

Stephen just looks at Peter like r u sure about that

And he leans out of the window in all of his glory bc he sees you passing by

Smiles all soft at you ahgbkajngfakdf

And then is like Peter get in the car

Peter is panicking because what if he crashes again

They make it two blocks safely and Peter is starting to calm down

But then they pass you on the sidewalk, walking home in like 100 degree weather

And you’re visibly red and sweating

And Peter of course notices this and is like i feel bad skgnkaff but Stephen is like no no

Stephen rOlls down the window

Leans out (again)

And calls your name

And you turn because who called your name?

But then you see?? It’s Doctor Strange??

And how does Doctor Strange know your name??

You’re just kind of o.o

Stephen is like child come here you look tired

You’re really concerned because normally when someone would say that to you you’d think they were kidnapping you but it’s Doctor Strange and he’s safe right?

He pulls over to the side of the road and is like :)))) Don’t be shy

Get in the car

You open the back door kinda confusedly because why does he even care but then you see Peter Parker in the backseat and you’re !!!!

“Hi Peter.” You give him a smile and Peter is about to seize okay

“Hi Y/N.” He’s surprised that his vocal cords worked enough skbdnagdaf

Stephen is in the front like hehe it worked

Since you live in the same building Stephen just drives up and drops you off at the front

“Well, I’ll leave you two here.”

“Thank you for the ride!” You’re totally chill by now but Peter is still sweating just standing there

Stephen drives away and Peter starts panicking because now you’re al0ne together!!!!

You two walk in silence to the elevator

And then the elevator ride omg

You turn to Peter after a few seconds of complete silence

“Thank you for telling him to pick me up. I hate walking home.”

“Oh! Of course, I didn’t want you to have to walk all that way.”

Peter is lying through his teeth he didn’t ask Stephen to pick you up

That man just seemed to know everything smh

Literally within the next week you and Peter are together and Stephen is s0 proud

One day Tony is like so Peter, how did you get together with Y/N?

And Peter explains the weird portal thing first

And Tony is like oh my god

Tony doesn’t expose Stephen but boy does he tease him for it a lot

I’m gonna put my taglist here bc this is long and not sleepover length at all akndafkjnadf

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silverlightqueen · 4 years ago

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21 Things To Do This Summer PJM

y/n has a week left to live and 21 things she wanted to do this summer. Jimin vows to help her do them all before she dies and give her the summer of a lifetime.

jimin x reader - angst, fluff, comedy, non-idol!au

Part of BangtanHQ’s ‘Bangtan Boardwalk’ at the ‘Summertime Sadness’ booth!

Rating: Mature (heavy themes and strong language - read with caution)

Word Count: 7.2k+

Warnings: death and illness, discussion of death and illness, jokes about death and illness, brain tumour, I think that’s it but please let me know if I missed anything

a/n: here’s part two guys !! I’m sorry it’s taken me so long but I’ve just been so busy and tumblr’s been an absolute bitch by not letting me upload smh. if you enjoy this fic, make sure to check out the other fics in the Summertime Sadness booth, and the other booths on the Bangtan Boardwalk! a huge thank you to @silverlightprincess for proofreading this massive fic, I love you so damn much, and thank you so much to @brinnalaine and @strxwberri-milk for giving me such lovely feedback on the first part, I really appreciate it xx

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I wake up to the sound of knocking, followed by Jimin’s voice; ‘y/n?’ ‘Come in,’ I call groggily, throat dry and voice thick with sleep, and I blink in the light that streams in when Jimin opens the door. ‘Morning!’ he says cheerfully as I rub at my eyes, forcing myself to sit up in bed. He throws up the curtains, and I squint, my eyes stinging from how bright it is. ‘Do you mind?’ I ask tiredly, the boy sitting down on the end of the bed. ‘Well, you have been asleep for 9 hours. I would’ve thought that’s plenty of time,’ he says mildly, and the words don’t register for a few moments.

‘9? It’s already 11? I thought we were getting an early start on the road trip today!’ I demand, and he grins. ‘Well, that was the plan, but the plan didn’t take into consideration that the boys would all be so enthusiastic about helping us tick off the list. So we’re gonna go on the road trip tomorrow instead,’ he says, and I blink at him for a few moments. ‘How are we gonna get everything done?’ I ask, and he waves my concerns off. ‘Don’t worry about it. Just leave it to me, y/n, I’ve got it all planned out,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘That’s what I’m worried about.’

‘Stop being so negative and get your ass up because we’ve got a bucket list to tick off!’ he says excitedly, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of bed. ‘Hold on, hold on. Let me go to the toilet, and wash my face before we go downstairs. I look a mess,’ I say, rubbing my eyes and yawning as I shuffle towards the bathroom. ‘You don’t. You’re a vision of beauty,’ he calls after me, and I roll my eyes, shutting the door as I say, ‘suck-up.’

Once I’ve done a wee and washed my face (I completely forgot about the tattoos until I saw the one on my finger whilst washing my hands – I thought it was a bug at first before I realised, and I had to quickly move my hand away from the water before I washed away the wrapping that JK put on last night), I venture back into the bedroom, Jimin sat on the bed with his phone in his hand. He jumps up with a grin, grabbing my hand and pulling me along behind him, all the way downstairs and into the kitchen. Taehyung, Jungkook and Hobi are sat around the island, sipping from Starbucks cups, and Coco and Tan are both lying in Tan’s huge bed, chewing on dog toys. ‘Morning,’ the boys chorus when they see me. ‘Morning. Isn’t it a betrayal to Yoongi for you to be getting drinks from Starbucks?’ I ask, all of them laughing as Tae holds out a cup to me. ‘He prefers Starbucks himself. This one’s for you,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow.

‘How did you know I like caramel frappes?’ I ask, and the three of them look to Jimin. ‘I did some insta highlights stalking, and saw that you had one of these on a date with Nayeon a few months ago,’ he says shamelessly, and my eyes widen. ‘That is so weird.’ ‘Not as weird as you going on a date with Nayeon,’ he says with a shrug, and I shoot him a look. ‘Why is that weird?’ ‘As far as I remember, she’s straight. Unless Jungkook put her off boys,’ Jimin says, everyone laughing as Jungkook gives him a dirty look. ‘She is straight. It’s just a thing girls say, I guess. You can go on dates with your friends too,’ I explain as I take the empty seat beside Hobi.

‘How is Nayeon, y/n? I haven’t seen her since school ended. I haven’t seen any of the girls, now that I think about it,’ Taehyung asks, and I smile at the thought of them. ‘She’s good – they all are. Nayeon’s writing – she actually got a book deal a few months ago and had her first book published. It’s really good,’ I say, the boys all nodding. ‘We all read it and we loved it. She’s a good writer,’ Hobi says, and I can’t help but notice that Jungkook’s awfully quiet.

‘Why don’t you guys set up some kind of reunion with the girls? They’d like to see you again,’ I say, and they all exchange a look. ‘I’m pretty sure we’ll be seeing them soon anyway. At your funeral,’ Jimin says, and then it just hits me all over again. I’m dying. I’m really dying. The next time all of my high school friends see each other again will be once I’m dead.

My eyes instantly fill with tears, and I can see the panic in Jimin’s face. ‘Sorry, y/n, I shouldn’t have s-’ ‘No, don’t apologise. It’s easy to forget that I’m dying, and then it hurts when it hits me again. But it’s not your fault, don’t apologise,’ I say, sniffling, as Hobi puts an arm around me. ‘y/n, you’re breaking my heart,’ Jungkook says with a small smile, his eyes shining with tears, and I can’t help but laugh, the others joining in. ‘Right, enough, before Jimin starts crying too,’ Taehyung says, and I look at Jimin with surprise. ‘Don’t tell me you’re a crier too,’ I say, Jimin looking a little embarrassed. ‘It used to be really easy to make me cry, but Jungkook’s worse than me these days,’ he says, Jungkook sticking his tongue out at him.

‘Okay, what are we doing first?’ I ask, and Tae jumps up with a grin. He goes to the fridge (I’m pretty sure it’s a smart fridge, which is so boujee – I always wanted a smart fridge) and gets out a tray covered with a tea towel. He puts the tray down on the marble island in front of me and pulls the tea towel away with a flourish, revealing a load of different ingredients. Sugar, flour, vanilla, milk, butter, cream, condensed milk and chocolate chips. ‘Are we baking?’ I ask, trying to remember if I put any baking on the list. ‘Nope. We’re making cookie dough ice cream!’ Taehyung announces, and I gasp excitedly. ‘Cookie dough ice cream’s my favourite!’ I exclaim, and they all look to Jimin before Jungkook says, ‘we know.’ ‘Listen, if I hadn’t have done any insta stalking, you wouldn’t be having your favourite drink or your favourite ice cream, so don’t give me that look!’

‘Anyway, I found the recipe on Tasty, and there’s a video with it, so we should just copy that because none of us are good at cooking,’ Tae says, and I hold back a laugh. ‘Not one of you?’ I ask, all of them shaking their heads. ‘Jin and Yoongi are the best, but they’re at work. Just be thankful Namjoon isn’t here – he’d probably find a way to set something on fire,’ Hobi says dryly, and I can’t say I’m surprised – I remember when our Spanish teacher booked us into the school kitchen to cook some Spanish dishes. Let’s just say, we had to use the fire extinguisher in Namjoon’s area. Twice.

We decide as a group that I’ll take the lead on the cooking (though it’s hardly cooking – no heat is involved at all) and Jimin will be my sous chef (Tae puts up a fight, but Jimin points out that he’s my ‘fabulously beautiful assistant’ so he gets to be the sous chef by default). We start by weighing out butter and sugar into a bowl, and getting Jungkook to cream them together (Tae doesn’t have an electric mixer and Jungkook’s stronger than the rest of us so he’s the obvious choice). Then we add milk and vanilla extract, Jungkook mixing that in as well, before we get him to mix in the flour, and then the chocolate chips too. Then Jimin scoops out the cookie dough with a spoon and I shape them into tiny little balls before laying them out on a tray. And then we put them in the freezer, where they need to stay for an hour.

‘What can we do for an hour?’ Hobi asks, Jimin having a look at the list whilst sipping on his drink – he obviously didn’t realise we’d have an hour in the middle of making the ice cream. ‘Ooh, we can cloud watch,’ he says excitedly, and I turn to look out of the kitchen window. The sky’s a beautiful blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds, and a soft breeze ruffles the leaves on the trees. ‘Okay, let me get changed before we go outside,’ I say, heading towards the stairs, and Jimin grabs my arm. ‘Today can be your pyjama day!’ he exclaims, and I sigh, wondering why I put that on the list. ‘At least let me put a bra and socks on. And if I have to wear pyjamas, you all do too,’ I say with a grin, and the other boys looking reluctant but Jimin nods, obviously not one to back down. ‘Fine,’ he grins, ‘we will.’

‘That one looks like a dinosaur.’ ‘That one’s like a duck.’ ‘Don’t you think that one looks like a heart?’ ‘Yeah, it does. And that one looks like a plane.’ ‘Which one?’ ‘That little one, by the duck.’ ‘That’s not a plane-shaped cloud, Taehyung, that’s an actual plane.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Yes, I’m sure. You need to start wearing your glasses again.’ ‘That one looks like Jimin.’ ‘I swear to God, can you stop saying all the ugly ones look like me?’

‘What are you idiots doing?’ Yoongi’s voice comes from behind us, and we all sit up, turning to look at him. ‘Cloud watching. It’s on y/n’s list,’ Jimin says, Yoongi nodding, before he frowns. ‘Why are you all in pyjamas?’ ‘Pyjama day. That’s on y/n’s list too. You gotta go put on some pyjamas,’ Jungkook says, Yoongi sighing as turns to go back into the house. ‘Aren’t you in the studio tonight, Yoongi?’ Hobi calls after him, the other boy not bothering to turn around, just shouting, ‘I took the day off!’

When I came back downstairs from putting my bra and some socks on, Taehyung was sat in the kitchen with the dogs, in his pyjamas (a stripy dark blue and white, shirt and trousers set with that alien-heart cartoon character on it – he literally looks adorable). I asked him where the others were and he said they’d gone to their house to get their pyjamas – they’d slept over last night but in their day clothes, and went back home this morning to get changed (boys are weird – I could never sleep in my day clothes). Then the other boys arrived, the three of them in matching pyjamas to Taehyung’s (Jungkook’s in pink and white with a little pink bunny cartoon character on it, Hobi’s in baby blue and white with a purple and blue horse cartoon character on it, and Jimin’s in a slightly darker blue and white with a yellow dog cartoon character on it). Apparently, the seven of them have these matching pyjamas but different characters, all of them from this cartoon thing they’ve been watching since they were kids called BT21 (when I told them I’d never heard of it, I was told I’m tasteless and uncultured).

Now, we’re laid out on a load of picnic blankets, looking up at the clouds and picking out shapes (that aren’t really there, but I don’t mind). The air’s deliciously warm, the sun beating down, making up for the slight breeze that rushes past every few minutes. The sky’s a vibrant blue and the clouds are all white and fluffy, not one grey cloud in sight. The leaves on the trees that line that garden are rich and dark, the flowers bright and facing up to the sun. The soft music that plays from Tae’s speaker is only disrupted by the singing of birds, and I can’t even find it in me to get annoyed by their chirping like I always do. Summer was never my favourite season, but it’s moments like these that make me feel like if life was an eternal summer, I would have no complaints.

‘Has it been an hour yet?’ Jungkook asks, Hobi checking his watch. ‘Um, yeah, it has actually. An hour and twenty-two minutes,’ he says sheepishly. ‘Hobi, you were supposed to keep an eye on the time!’ Tae exclaims as we all get up, slipping our shoes on from where they’re all lying around the picnic blankets. Tae practically sprints up to the house, the rest of us following slowly behind, and he has the condensed milk and cream out ready for us when we get in.

Jimin and I measure them out into a bowl, and we get Jungkook to whip it up until it thickens into soft peaks (as the recipe says) before we mix in the frozen cookie dough balls. We spoon the mixture out into a glass tray and put it into the freezer. And that’s our ice cream done. ‘I should put chef on my CV now,’ Jimin says, leaning back against the counter and wiping his forehead of sweat that isn’t there. ‘Are you kidding me? I’m the one that did all the actual work! You two just measured everything out!’ Jungkook exclaims incredulously, and Jimin puts a hand on his chest as though he’s offended. ‘The measuring out is the hardest part! Do you know how difficult it is to be precise?’ he asks defensively, Jungkook rolling his eyes as Jimin shoots me a grin.

‘Okay, now that the ice cream’s done, what next?’ I ask, Jimin looking thoughtful for a moment before he smiles mischievously. ‘I know.’ ‘Oh, God,’ I say, Jimin pretending to look hurt again. ‘What do you mean, ‘Oh, God’? I hope you’re not saying that about my idea,’ he says, eyes sparkling, and I side-eye him. ‘That’s exactly what I’m saying it about.’ ‘Well, I was going to suggest that we go and sit back outside and relax after all that cooking, but if you don’t want to, that’s fine,’ he says, Jungkook looking like he wants to punch him.

‘Don’t we need to get on with the list?’ I ask, and Jimin rolls his eyes. ‘It’s been just over a day – 25 hours to be precise – meaning I have two days and 23 hours left, which is plenty of time. We’ve already ticked eight things off, and are in the process of ticking two more off. And anyway, stop worrying your pretty little head about the list. That’s for me to worry about, not you,’ he says, holding an arm out to me which I take, and I let him lead me back out into the garden. ‘Have some faith in me, y/n,’ he says gently, looking at me with warm eyes, ‘I won’t disappoint you. I’ll give you the summer you deserve.’

‘y/n? y/nie? y/n, wake up,’ Jimin’s gentle voice breaks through my slumber, and I blink in the bright sunlight. ‘Ooh, she’s up,’ Jimin says lightly, grinning down at me, and I blink again, rubbing my eyes and sitting up, Coco and Tan both fast asleep beside me. ‘How long have I been asleep?’ I ask, voice slightly deeper from sleep, and Jimin grins. ‘About an hour and a half. Tae was speaking to you for, like, a minute, before he realised you were asleep. But it’s fine. I’ve been setting up the next thing on the list,’ he says, eyes sparkling, making me eye him suspiciously. ‘I hate that you do that face every time I tell you I’ve got the next thing set up. Can’t you just trust me?’ he grins, holding a hand out to me and I take it, letting him pull me up.

‘Leave the blanket, I’ll sort it out afterwards. The others are waiting for us,’ he says, pulling me up towards the house and I hold back a laugh. ‘Why aren’t they at work?’ I ask, Jimin laughing. ‘Hobi sent out a mass text to all our students to say that all dance classes would be cancelled for today, and all my classes would be cancelled for the next few days. Jin had a lecture this morning and he swapped his shift at the restaurant for one tomorrow night instead. Joon and Yoongi both took the day off at the record label. They’re all really into this,’ he laughs, and my heart warms a little. It’s really sweet, how enthusiastic they are about the list, and I really appreciate how much effort they’re all putting in to help.

Jimin leads me through the house and takes a hoodie from the coat-hooks beside the front door, handing it to me. ‘What for? It’s hot,’ I say, and he grins. ‘Just put it on,’ he says, and I shoot him another suspicious look before pulling it over my head. It’s big and warm, black with ‘Good For You’ written on it several times in different colours, the toggles a bright orange. And then he hands me a pair of gloves. ‘Wha- are we going to a snow dome or something? What the hell?’ I ask, holding back laughter as I pull them on. ‘Jungkook gave you the tattoo aftercare speech, right?’ he asks, and I narrow my eyes at him. ‘So you know you can’t get water on them,’ he says with a mischievous grin, and before I can even register his words, he’s yanking the door open and pushing me out of it.

As soon as I step onto the concrete slabs of Tae and Joon’s front doorstep, a water balloon explodes at my feet. It’s a fat one, too, and the water covers me, leaving me drenched. I blink a few times before looking up to see the other six boys (in their matching pyjamas) stood dotted around the garden, all of them with water guns and a small bucket full of water balloons, grinning stupidly. I wipe my face, the gloves coming in handy with soaking all the water up before I hear Jimin shutting the door behind me. When I turn to look at him, he’s got two guns in his hands, and he hands me one. And it isn’t just any old water gun – it’s a proper super soaker. ‘Every man for himself. We go until we’ve all run out of water,’ Jimin says slowly as he moves away from me so that we’re all stood in a circle, equal distance between each of us. ‘Ready.’ I feel myself tense a little, excitement filling me as I grin. ‘Set.’ I hold the gun up, ready to aim. ‘Go!’

The second he says the word, I feel water hit me from all directions, before I can even shoot anyone, and I let out a shriek. ‘You can’t all go for me!’ I shout, laughter echoing around me. The water fight properly begins, everyone turning on the people next to them, and I take the moment that they’re all using their water guns to grab a water balloon from the bucket at my feet. I hurl it at Jimin, bursting into laughter when it explodes at his feet, covering him in water. That seems to remind them all that they have water balloons and they all begin throwing them too.

Laughter fills the air as we soak each other, tossing water balloons and shooting streams of water with our super soakers. We run around the sopping wet grass and the splash through the colourful chalk stained puddles on the driveway to avoid each other, all of us slipping and sliding several times, and I actually double over in laughter when Namjoon falls to the floor after running to try and avoid a water balloon from Yoongi, the water balloon exploding in his face and making him blink several times.

Jimin drops his gun at one point, and Jungkook slides across the floor action-movie style, scooping it up before soaking Jimin with a gun in each hand. Jimin jumps onto his back in an attempt to grab his gun back, before giving up, opting to burst a water balloon over Jungkook’s head instead.

Jin runs out of water in his gun first, shouting out when he does, and Taehyung and Hoseok take the opportunity to drench him with their guns. All Jin can do is run, unable to defend himself, and they chase him. Until their guns run out too, and they’re all throwing water balloons instead.

It seems they’ve all forgotten about me (or are deciding not to target me), and I use it to my advantage, managing to spray them all with water and throw water balloons at them without any of them realising it’s me, too preoccupied with each other. Until Jimin notices, pointing me out to Jungkook, and he comes charging towards me, Jimin still on his back, and I scream before sprinting away, laughing when I feel the water from his guns hit me.

Soon, we all run out of water in our guns, and just throw water balloons at each other instead. It’s hilarious when the balloons explode in our hands, soaking us before we can even throw them at anyone else, and we all burst into laughter several times, waiting until we get our breath back to resume the fight. By far the funniest moment is when Taehyung and Yoongi both throw water balloons at Jungkook at the same time, and they hit either side of his head, the boy blinking in shock, his face dripping with water as we all literally howl with laughter. The neighbours are watching us through their windows, but none of us care; we’re having the time of our lives, every single one of us drenched.

But the fun ends when a water balloon hits me in the head, and it really hurts, searing pain shooting through my head. I go dizzy, losing my footing, and I trip to floor. The laughter stops abruptly, and I try to get myself back up, vision blurry, before I feel a pair of hands on my waist. ‘y/n, stop, just sit down,’ Jimin says soothingly, helping me to sit on the soaking wet grass. I put my head in my hands, keeping my eyes closed until I feel the dizziness ebb away. ‘I told you guys not to aim for her head!’ Jimin says angrily, but I shake my head, blinking as I move my hands from my face. ‘It’s fine, Jimin, it was an accident,’ I say quietly, the boy nodding as he looks at me with concern.

He really looks… gorgeous. His wet blond hair is slicked back, water droplets dripping from his tan skin, and his pyjamas are clinging to his body, the top a little see-through, the lines of his muscles faint through the material. ‘You okay?’ he asks, and I nod, blinking as I try to shake off the thirsty thoughts. If I can ogle him, then I’m fine. ‘You sure?’ ‘I’m okay, honestly. It just… took me by surprise. I’m completely fine now,’ I say with a little force, and he nods, still looking slightly concerned. ‘Right, I think we should stop now then,’ Taehyung says, the boys all nodding sombrely, and I just want to cry. We were having so much fun – I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much – and I fucking ruined it with my stupid tumour.

My eyes fill with tears, and Jimin notices instantly. ‘y/n, if it hurts, we can take you to the hosp-’ ‘It doesn’t. It doesn’t hurt. I’m just annoyed,’ I say sullenly, and he seems to understand, looking a little amused. ‘Don’t sulk. We were nearly finished with the water balloons anyway,’ he says, and I nod, but I still feel angry with myself. ‘How about… y/n oversees you guys cleaning up whilst I get us some ice cream?’ Taehyung says with a grin, not waiting to hear the boys’ protests about having to clean up before darting up to the house. They all start grumbling, and I hold back laughter as I watch them trudge around the garden, picking up all the rubber bits of the water balloons.

‘y/n,’ Jungkook hisses, and I turn to look at him, biting back a laugh when he puts a finger to his lips, an unburst water balloon in his hand. He motions at Jimin, who’s crouched down, collecting up rubbish, before he throws it, the balloon landing square on his left ass cheek. He lets out a loud shriek of pain, and I burst into laughter, actual tears coming to my eyes as he chases Jungkook around the garden, until he trips on a water gun, falling to the floor with a thud. I laugh even harder, the other boys watching with amusement as Jungkook goes to help him up. And then he trips on Jimin’s foot, falling and landing on top of the other boy, and now I’m laughing so hard that no noise is coming out, tears streaming down my face as Jimin and Jungkook shout at each other, the boys all laughing too.

When Taehyung comes out with a tray in his hands, we’ve all calmed down, though I can’t help but let out giggles every now and then when the moment replays in my head. Taehyung hands out bowls of ice cream, giving me the one with the most in it, and we sit in a circle on the wet grass as we eat, silent save for a few appreciative noises. The ice cream’s really good – it tastes the same as the ice cream you get from those parlours at the seaside, like actual scoops of summer, and I’m happy again, my annoyance from earlier completely gone, though there’s a slight ache in my head where the balloon hit me.

‘What now?’ Jungkook asks once we’ve all finished, and all of us look to Jimin. ‘Um… we’ve got a couple hours to kill. Well, y/n has. I’ve got to set the next thing up,’ he says, looking at me, and I sigh. ‘I think I might have another nap. I think it’s the tumour or something, because I’ve been so tired all the time the past couple months,’ I say, deciding not to say that I want to sleep off my headache – I don’t want any of them to feel guilty. ‘Well, that works out perfectly. Off you go, then,’ Jimin says, pulling me up from the floor, and leading me to the front door, making me laugh at his hastiness.

‘If you wake up and none of us are here, just text or call me,’ he says as we reach the door, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I don’t have your number.’ ‘You do, actually. I left it on a slip of paper in your phone case, in case you woke up and none of us were home, whilst you were in the garden. We had to go and get some supplies for the water fight,’ he says, and I stare at him incredulously. ‘You left me alone fast asleep in Taehyung’s back garden?’ I demand, and he opens his mouth to speak before stopping. ‘Okay, I just realised that that probably wasn’t a good idea. But nothing happened, so let’s not get annoyed,’ he says, and I roll my eyes, holding back a laugh. ‘What if something had happened to me?’ I challenge, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘As I said yesterday, you’re going to die anyway,’ he says carefully, sounding tentative, and when I let out a strangled laugh, surprised at the suddenness of his words, he relaxes, laughing along with me. ‘Right, go, upstairs to bed,’ he says, pulling the door open and pushing me in, ‘I’ve got work to do, woman.’

‘Okay, are you ready to go?’ Jimin asks, and I nod, slipping my shoes on and trying not to step on Yeontan in the process. I slept for a couple hours and then I just sat in bed, scrolling through tiktok for a while, until Jimin burst into my room with Coco and Tan (they’re inseparable, already the best of friends – maybe I will ask Tae to adopt Coco for me). He had some chicken nuggets and fries for me from McDonalds, and said that I’d have to eat them in the car, because we had somewhere to go. He was still in his (now dry) pyjamas, so he said I had to wear mine too – I hope to god he’s not taking me somewhere public. I’ll feel like an idiot walking around in my satin Victoria’s Secret pyjamas.

Now, we’re stood at the front door, shoes on and a big bag in Jimin’s hand – my curiosity has been piqued, but he won’t let me see what’s inside it, its contents hidden beneath the big fluffy blanket he’s just about managed to fit in. ‘I’m ready,’ I reply, and he looks up from the door to me, eyes sparkling with amusement before he says, ‘I wasn’t speaking to you, I was speaking to the dogs.’ I shove him gently, ignoring his low chuckles as I pull the front door open, sticking out a leg to hold the dogs back. I reach down to lift up Tan, leaving my own bigger dog for Jimin to lift up, holding back a laugh when he sticks his tongue out at me. We head towards his car, the dogs jumping into the back, and I get into the passenger seat as Jimin puts the bag into the boot. When he climbs in beside me, he hands me his phone. ‘The passcode’s 131095. Can you put on a Spotify playlist?’ His phone automatically connects to car when he starts it up, and I put in the passcode, opening his Spotify. ‘Which playlist?’ ‘The one named ’21 Things To Do This Summer’. Duh,’ he says with a grin as he reverses out of Tae’s drive, and I let out a little laugh, endeared that he’s made us a playlist. I click shuffle play, the soft piano notes and low trap beat of Mabel’s ‘Finders Keepers’ floating out from the speakers as Jimin rolls down the windows, the cool air seeping into the warmth inside the car. ‘Okay, so… why is this song in the playlist?’ I ask, curious, and he grins as he reverses out of Tae and Joon’s drive. I try to stop myself from getting flustered about him putting his hand on the back of my seat as he looks behind him – it’s so hot when guys do that, and it’s even hotter when the guy is as hot as Jimin. ‘It’s not really that relevant to our situation but it’s a good song to drive to – easy, chill… just nice. Oh, and one of the lyrics is ‘make use of the timing’, and that’s what we’re doing.’ ‘You make it sound like we decided to make use of the timing.’ ‘We did.’ ‘No. You did. If it were up to me, I’d probably be at home, crying and cuddling Coco.’ ‘So, in that case… I guess you should thank me,’ he says with an amused grin, eyes ahead of him on the road, and I roll my eyes, holding back a smile. ‘Thank you,’ I say with a grin, and he lets out a low chuckle. ‘You’re more than welcome.’

We fall into a comfortable silence as Jimin drives, my eyes flitting around our surroundings, Jimin gently singing along to the music as I eat my McDonalds. We’re driving through a residential area and it’s so interesting to look at each house. We pass a young couple sat on their front garden, playing with a toddler who runs around the grass on chubby little legs, and an elderly woman knitting on her porch, a serene smile on her face. We pass a man cutting the grass in nothing but shorts (even his feet are bare, which I find kinda disturbing), and a big group of people, kids, adults and elderly, having a barbecue, laughter and music filling the air around them, the smoky smell of the cooking meat floating through the open window and making my mouth water for more flavoursome food than McDonalds. There’s a group of teens on skateboards and scooters racing down the wide pavement, their laughter echoing behind them, and two teen girls sat on a picnic blanket, one fast asleep with her head in the other girl’s lap. And it really hits me that everyone has their own lives. For me, my world is falling apart, and Jimin and I are desperately trying to hold it together. For all these other people, their lives are just normal. They’re all with their friends and family, making the most of the nice weather and enjoying the simple things in life. Things that I may never be able to enjoy again.

The song changes to Brockhampton’s ‘Sugar’ as Jimin joins the motorway, and I gasp, instantly singing along as he lets out a gentle laugh, turning up the volume with a small smile. This song is just perfect for a summer evening drive and, even though my death is looming near, I’m inexplicably happy, and at peace. We’re the only people on the motorway, and in this moment, it feels like we’re the only people on Earth. It’s just me and Jimin under the sun.

‘So,’ I begin once the song’s finished, ‘where are we going?’ ‘It’s a surprise,’ he says neutrally – for, like, the fifth time – and I let out a long sigh. ‘Well… is it far away?’ I ask, and he shakes his head. ‘We’re about… ten minutes away. So stop being so impatient. And finish your nuggets,’ he says mildly, and I let out a little huff, pretending to be more annoyed than I am. I do as he says, finishing off my food, and it’s not long before he’s exiting the motorway, turning off the roundabout onto small country roads. ‘Oh God, I hate country roads. I’m gonna be sick if we’re on them for too long.’ ‘What? Seriously?’ he asks, sounding alarmed as he looks over at me with wide eyes, the car nearly swerving into a hedge. ‘Eyes on the road!’ I shriek as he quickly turns the wheel, looking sheepish. ‘The twists and turns make my stomach turn.’ ‘We shouldn’t be on them for much longer – maybe… three minutes,’ he says, speeding up slightly.

The roads are on grassy fields and hills, and it feels like we’re just driving up and down, which doesn’t help my car sickness at all. I try to keep my eyes on the sky, which usually helps, but I’m also curious as to where we’re going so I keep looking around, but all I can see is miles of fields. ‘Where the hell are you taking me?’ I ask, and he laughs as the car slows down, an even smaller road to the right. He turns onto it, making me look at him with wide eyes, and he laughs even more. ’30 seconds, and all will be revealed. Just relax,’ he says, and I nod, still slightly sceptical. I count down the thirty seconds, itching with curiosity as I crane my neck trying to see where we could be going. And then I spot it.

‘Oh, my God,’ I whisper, holding a hand over my mouth, and Jimin grins as he swerves off the road onto the field, driving towards where a grey truck is parked, the other six boys waving at us. But my focus is on the giant sheet stretched out behind them, the two sides of the sheet attached to two long poles, fairy lights hung across the top of the sheet and down the poles. And the word ‘Movie Night’ is projected onto the sheet, making me squeal in excitement. ‘A drive-in movie?’ I shriek, Jimin nodding with a laugh as he pulls up beside the truck. ‘It’s not quite a drive-in movie, but it’s the best I could do on such short notice.’ ‘No, no, it’s perfect!,’ I say happily, Jimin grinning, proud of himself. ‘Come on, let’s get out – they’re itching to hear if you like it,’ Jimin says drily, and it makes me laugh when I look up to see the anticipation on all of their faces.

‘This is amazing, guys!’ I exclaim as I climb out of the car, the boys looking relieved to hear it. ‘He might be an idiot, but he has good ideas every now and then,’ Jin says fondly, Jimin sticking his tongue out at him as he opens the back door of his car, the dogs bounding out and chasing each other across the grass. ‘Whose is the truck?’ I ask as I head over to where they’re stood, and they all look to Yoongi. ‘My parents bought her for me when I moved out. She’s a little battered, but she gets the job done. You and Jimin are taking her on your road trip,’ Yoongi says, and I look to Jimin with a raised eyebrow.

‘Are you insured on the truck?’ I ask seriously, the boys all laughing as Jimin nods with a grin. ‘Funnily enough, yes. We needed it to move a lot of equipment when Hobi opened the studio, so I got insured on it, and now Yoongi and I kinda share it,’ Jimin says, Yoongi rolling his eyes. ‘She’s 80% mine, 20% yours,’ he says, all of us laughing. I move closer to the truck, curious to see how they’ve set it up. The cargo bed is full of blankets and snacks, and I spot a projector on the floor, aimed at the white sheet. ‘D’you like it?’ Jimin asks from behind me, big bag in his hand, and I nod, turning to look at him, seeing the other boys watching us over his shoulder. ‘I love it. Thank you,’ I say softly, and he grins. ‘You’re most welcome. Now, would you like to take your seat, madam?’ ‘I would love to, kind Sir,’ I say, mimicking his tone. ‘Do you mind if I…?’ he trails off, hands hovering around my waist, and I realise he’s asking if I mind him lifting me up. ‘Um, no, I don’t mind,’ I reply as calmly as possible, and he nods, strong hands gripping onto my waist. He lifts me up effortlessly and my pyjama top rides up, his fingers touching my bare skin as he puts me down in the cargo bed, before climbing up to join me, my skin still tingling where he touched it.

The others join us then, Yoongi messing with the back of the cargo bed for a few seconds, before it completely comes down, allowing them to just step into the truck. ‘Are you kidding? I didn’t know it did that!’ Jimin exclaims, Yoongi rolling his eyes. ‘How can you claim to share her with me if you didn’t even know she was a drop-side?’ Yoongi asks, Jimin sulking. I’m assuming it would’ve saved him a lot of effort over the years if he’d know that.

I move to sit with my back leaning against the cab, Yoongi and Namjoon squeezing in either side of me, whilst Jungkook climbs up to sit on top of the cab, legs crossed so his feet don’t dangle down onto us. Jimin and Hoseok sprawl out across the bottom of the bed whilst Tae lays a picnic blanket onto the floor, he and Jin sitting atop it with their backs against the truck. Jimin gets the blanket out of his bag before pulling out four buckets of popcorn. ‘Is that actual cinema popcorn?’ I ask and he nods proudly, handing out the buckets. ‘I got some weird looks when I got four buckets and then walked straight back out,’ he says, all of us laughing, the boys already beginning to stuff the popcorn into their mouths as Tan and Coco jump up into the cargo bed to join us.

‘Shall we get a picture?’ I ask, Jimin looking at me with a grin. ‘The boys already took some pictures.’ ‘But I want some with you guys,’ I say, the words coming out a little whiny, and Jimin rolls his eyes with a little grin. ‘Fine, I’ll take it.’ ‘No, you have to be in it.’ ‘So, who’s gonna take it then?’ ‘I… don’t know.’ And another argument breaks out, but I insist that we’re all in it, so Namjoon (with his long arms) holds the camera up and takes a selfie. It takes a few tries to get one with all of us in it, but when we get it, it’s really nice, and I decide it’s going on the front page on the scrapbook.

‘What are we watching?’ I ask as Yoongi types and clicks at his laptop, the screen angled away from me. ‘We’ve got two different choices. There’s Dirty Dancing, and Grown Ups,’ Jin says, and I laugh at how different the two films are. ‘Shall we do a vote or…?’ ‘No, you choose,’ Hoseok says, and I hesitate. I love Dirty Dancing, but… I don’t think I have it in me to watch a romantic film. Grown Ups? It’s perfect. It’s stupid and childish and the humour is so ridiculous; it’s just what I need to get my mind off things. ‘Let’s watch Grown Ups,’ I say, all of them looking at me in shock. Except for Jimin. ‘Seriously?’ Taehyung asks, and I nod, confused. ‘We can watch the other one if you w-’ ‘No, we would’ve voted for Grown Ups. Well, Jungkook would’ve liked Dirty Dancing, but we just thought…’ ‘I’d wanna watch the romantic film?’ I say with a roll of my eyes, Jimin grinning even wider.

‘I hate to say ‘I told you so’ but…’ he says, trailing off, and I look at him in confusion. ‘How did you know?’ ‘Because why would you wanna watch a romantic film when you’ve never been in love and you’re about to die?’ he asks matter-of-factly, voicing my thoughts, and I smile softly at him, nodding. ‘Well. Maybe he isn’t as stupid as we always thought,’ Jungkook jokes, Jimin punching his leg gently. And then Yoongi puts on the film, and I share a bucket of popcorn with Namjoon, and we laugh in all the right places, and the setting sun casts a glow onto us, streaking the sky with beautiful vibrant colours, and all of my sadness disappears. I’m just a girl with her friends watching a movie while the sun sets.

We don’t know which moments in our lives will become memories, and nearly all of our memories were just insignificant moments that became significant. Those memories that you never knew would become memories because, in the moment, everything is so simple and happy and warm and light, but it doesn’t feel like that big of a deal, but it is and life will never be that simple or happy or warm or light again.

This isn’t one of those moments. This is one of those moments when you know you’ll remember it forever. And maybe my forever isn’t that long, but the thought still makes me smile.

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armorsleevedsinglehit · 4 years ago

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dklsgkldsgkls are you telling me this man wears no socks??? Wha... smh. Doesn't he have any yukata for the summer, or does he just roast in his mantles?

that’s my bad, this month has been so long i forgot that summer exists

#misc #starsnuffer

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pamitect · 4 years ago

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Framing has begun!

Stopped by the site last weekend and got to see the beginning of the framing process!

Here’s the driveway (above) with a bunch of framing material waiting to be nailed into place, and beyond you can see our new bedroom and bathroom addition! The window opening on the left will be the bathroom (small toilet room area), and the two windows on the right are our bedroom.

At the corners you can see our Simpson Stongwalls - structural steel used to stiffen the north façade framing that is mostly window openings. You can also see that only 1 top plate has been added so far. Once they add the second top plate the top of the wall will align with the top of the large header over the center window and everything will be strapped together.

You can see the hold downs bolted through the strongwall base and the sill plate framing. The sill plates (bottom pieces of wood on the concrete slab) are pressure treated wood (looks green) to avoid water and rot issues where the wood framing is most susceptible to water intrusion.

Here you have Brett (and I) critiquing the less than stellar concrete skills of our contractor. Not to mention his sweet tall socks with the shorts (LOL), yes I married him for his keen eye for fashion... ahem I mean construction errors. The concrete edge of our slab bows out toward the driveway and at the center point is about 1/2 inch proud of the sill plate, but it aligns at the corners. Yes we are perfectionists in our work... but even more so when it’s our house! Meanwhile I am also wondering how the hell we are going to be able to plant anything between our addition and the driveway?? Our design left room for an approximately 30″ wide planting strip between the addition and the driveway. BUT the contractor poured the large footings for the strongwall at this corner (that thing he’s standing on) just about level with the top of the driveway! Last time I checked, you can’t grow anything in a concrete footing. And we didn’t construct this addition to allow a raised planter against the wall... I guess I’ll be stuck with potted plants here and I’m not pleased. I also don’t know how they are going to pour the new walkway up to our porch when this blob of footing concrete is about level with where that walk needs to be. The contractor is likely going to have to chip some of this concrete out of there to do it right... ugh!

Here’s the back addition (above) - they had not started framing that area yet when we visited, but they have taken the back wall and part of the roof off. The rest of that roof on the right side needs to be removed to get rid of the dutch-gable and will be re-framed with a standard gable to facilitate our vaulted ceiling in the great room.

Above you can see the recess in the new slab where it meets our existing slab. This recess is for the new sliding door track!

Here’s a sample piece of that track in the recess. Once all the flooring is installed, all you will see will be less than a 1/4-inch tall section of the top silver part of the track, and the base will be buried below. They better set that track more level than they poured that recess... We paid $250 for this recess as a part of change order #2... Looking at how uneven it is, I’m thinking we were overcharged!

We did argue with our contractor about some items in change order #2: he was trying to double charge us for structural items that were in our permit set and the plans showing those items were sent to him prior to his first bid. It was super annoying to argue this with him... lots of #rantsbybrett were endured by all! During our meeting with the contractor I had to shush the ranting husband so that I could talk reasonably with contractor about how he was completely wrong... but you know, in a professional way. Then we had to send a bunch more emails proving our case which was totally BS because the structural items were in the bid set and the permit set! If this change order went to court, 10 times out of 10 we would have been declared right! I even got personally offended that the contractor tried to sick his admin lady on me to try to get me to back down... as if I’m a push over - think again! HA! Their only argument was, “none of our other home owners contest our change orders.” Uhhh... then your other home owners are idiots! We are architects AND it’s our money we’re talking about here so he better bring a better excuse than that if you want us to pay. He finally agreed to revise the change order after I bitched that we are paying them hundreds of thousands of dollars and they are trying to argue about a couple grand, and furthermore, we are spending far too much of our valuable time even arguing about this item that seems pretty clear. Very frustrating.

Above you can see where they demolished the front door wall that had that funky plumbing pipe that was going at a 45-degree angle through the framing of the wall. Our new front door will be in the same location, but we are raising the header over the door all the way up to the underside of the rafters and that will allow us to have an 8′ tall front door! The door will be centered on the front porch with an operable side light on either side. The roof over the porch is getting removed and re-framed for a 10′ tall ceiling above the porch. So that beam with the white paint being supported by a another piece of wood, sitting on another scrap block of wood on the ground is all going away!

It was admittedly a little scary to walk around the house in this condition because structurally some items are not really braced at the moment in their temp condition... we were very cautious not to touch anything and I mentioned that if I felt an earthquake I was going to run for it!

We are both really disappointed that our contractor is trying to charge us for ticky-tacky shit that we have to argue against! We didn’t think we hired the “Change Order Contractor” but it’s starting to look that way... ugh! We are already arguing about change order #3 as well.

He’s trying to charge us an extra $4,270.50 to replace our 60 year old sewer line from the front porch to the street. This scope of work was clearly requested by us in our first bid addendum that we sent the contractor a month before his final bid. In the final project budget there is even a $4,400 line item #1300 that verbatim states, “Replace Main Water Line and Sewer Line Will be going as far as we can to the city hookup.” Again we argued that he is trying to double charge us for this scope that was clearly requested in the bid documents and shown in the budget! I asked for him to tell us what the budget line item #1300 is for if it’s not the sewer and water line replacement and he tried to tell us some horseshit that it’s for replacing the sewer and water lines inside the house. I called BS on that immediately and reminded him that the plumbing scope inside the house is covered in the $21,000 line item for rough plumbing!! We are still waiting on his revised argument for why he needs to double the cost to replace the sewer line? I know we are getting all heated about this... but if he had come to us and said that he forgot to bid the excavation for the new sewer line, or that he needs a change order because the sewer line is deeper than he though we would be able to agree or meet him in the middle. I mean we are not unreasonable. But don’t lie to me that sewer replacement isn’t in your bid... you will not win that argument and instead he’s just pissing us both off! Not to mention, who the hell bids replacement of a sewer pipe and doesn’t include the cost to dig it up? If this was a commercial construction project the contractor would have to eat that cost he “forgot” to bid. How would we even know that it wasn’t included when we reviewed his bid? Brett already just wants to hire another contractor to replace our sewer line after our contractor is done so he doesn’t have to pay our contractor another dime over our budget. If the contractor keeps being a prick this might happen, but I’m not willing to burn that bridge yet... I’m still hoping that the contractor comes to his senses.

Then there’s the lovely change order #4! Apparently our contractor only bid the removal and re-sheeting of half of our roof?!?! Did he know we were planning to re-roof the whole thing... yes! Did his bid state he was planning to leave half the existing roof in place... no! BUT since we are having Brett’s Dad, who has owned his own roofing business for the past 40 years, install our new roof we agreed to the change order just because we don’t want to do the tear off ourselves. Cha-ching... extra $4,130 there... smh!

We don’t like arguing. It’s not a fun or comfortable thing to be doing with a contractor that still has 80% of the project to finish. Maybe we won the argument for change order #2 (which isn’t really a win when those structural items should never have been a change order in the first place), but now we are concerned that the contractor is going to try to make that money back on future changes or cut corners to make up the perceived “difference.” We are already 2+ weeks behind schedule and our contract doesn’t have a lot of teeth to compel our contractor to finish by a certain date. Not to mention that we still don’t even have a fucking schedule for the duration of the project! Here we are 2 months into a supposedly 6 month project and all he can give us is a 4-week look ahead... ugh! Lots of stress and frustration happening in our house these last couple weeks. Time for a drink!

#framing #changeorders #rantsbybrett #shadycontractor

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